#(though the deal for dunamancy secrets might)

[masterqwertster]

For the five fun facts AU game, would love some more facts on the Ruby Hells AU! (Also hope you do end up having a fun Thanksgiving!)

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

Okay, yes, good ask.

Honestly, Ruby Hells is one of the AUs I need to give a major overhaul to since we've hit the endgame and actually know what all the Moon Plot is and the party's backgrounds and connections to it.

So have the reworked base:

🤫 Fearne's sire is Athion Zathuda. His goal is to live vicariously through her and pageant mom her into being She Who Devoured the Gods. In the interest of doing that, and seeing as the Unseelie Court is aware of Ludinus's fey munchies, Zathuda is doing his best to keep the tempting meal of Ruidusborn Fey Fearne far away from that unloved wizard while also trying to Exalt her.

Which is a little tricky because he had to make a joint custody deal with Nana Morri after the Unseelie managed to capture Fearne during one of her wanderings, rather than having Morri raining down the fire and doom to get her granddaughter back. So any time Fearne is feeling too overwhelmed/traumatized by the Exalting attempts, she goes running back to Nana to make it all better.

Morri is happy to be handily winning the Favorite Parent title. Though Zathuda got some points when he gave Fearne a whistle that allows her to call Gloamgut to her, when the dragon isn't busy attending Zathuda.

Zathuda's cruelty leaves Fearne much more aware of her lines in the sand and a lot more ruthless about people crossing them. Going for the throat to protect what's hers is just habit now.

After a particularly traumatizing Exalting attempt (they're running out of time. The Apogee Solstice is a little over a year away), Nana decides to use her custody to send Fearne on a trip to the Prime Material Plane, have her deliver the Weave Lens to Ollie and Birdie. If her Fearnie-bear wants to kill the parents that have essentially abandoned her, Morri will be sad to see Birdie go, but she loves her granddaughter more. Fearne is definitely mad that Birdie and Ollie didn't warn her about Zathuda being her sire and how much of a jerk he is. And she's mad that that jerk is at least here while they just left her. And Fearne's maybe hoping that Zathuda would be a little proud of her, a little nicer, if she could succeed at this thing he wants done, even though he hasn't asked her in particular to do it. (Fearne's had some flings and learned some things from Yu)

And so Fearne goes off to have her EXU Prime adventures .

🤫Laudna is still getting "safety" and resources from the Vanguard, though she's pretty ambivalent about the destroy the gods goal. She works her way up to an R&D section chief in the Ruby Vanguard (or one of its covering subsidiaries) still thanks to the help of Delilah's archmage-level knowledge of magic.

Laudna has also learned a lot of surviving in cut-throat internal politics, which Delilah has helped her navigate, because given the way they treat everyone else and the fact that it's a cult, I figure that's the way the Vanguard is.

Delilah wants her presence kept secret because while the magical experimentation going on could give her an out from riding shotgun in Laudna's brain, she might not be independently functional depending on how they separate her from Laudna. Laudna agrees because at least Delilah can't afford to betray her, and she still has a lot to learn from Delilah.

Because it's the Vanguard, Laudna and Delilah eventually got to dabble in dunamancy, so when they heard about an attempt on a shipment of Potions of Possibility, Delilah encouraged Laudna to investigate what happened, do a little micro-managing, see what resources are out there beyond the Vanguard as a backup for when it's time to get out of dodge. Delilah has her own agenda and Ludinus's agenda is eventually going to be untenable for the pursuit of hers. Also, Laudna has her doubts and disillusions about the "safety" the Vanguard supplies, so she's mostly ready to leave when things become to tenuous to continue where she is.

They find Ashton, a living source of dunamis that's theirs for the taking and researching. Delilah is so excited for the possibilities her own dunamantic source opens up.

So they buy out Ashton's contract/debt with Hexum and tell the Vanguard he's a bodyguard/side project on genasi elemental energies (something the Cerberus Assembly has been trying to work on for a while). Laudna can't tell the Vanguard the dunamantic truth about Ashton, or they'll take him away for (painful) experimentation (and Ludinus will use them as a sippy cup of power if he can't just drain them dry in one go).

So Laudna and Delilah are quietly, secretly studying Ashton's dunamancy. And stumbling upon the titan level/style of elemental energy slumbering in him, disappointed that waking it up would probably be a loud event that would put enough focus on Ashton for someone else to notice their dunamis infusion.

But Delilah's definitely thrilled at the power source they've stumbled upon. While Laudna is making friends with Ashton because she can talk frankly with them, given his presence there is full indication of how thin her loyalty to the Vanguard is. It's a weird friendship given they could both decide to destroy the other by revealing the other's secrets, but it's real.

FCG is eventually given to Laudna's department to study. Ashton kind of bullies her into being gentle with them, and she and Ashton basically adopt Fresh Cut Grass between them.

🤫Ashton owes Laudna a debt, a huge debt. She got him away from Hexum, and she's helping him figure out the weird chaos magic. She even found weird elemental power in him that they're slowly working on with promises to look into it and Hishari more deeply if/when they're not trying to sneak around the power hungry upper management. (Also, he doesn't mind the Destroy the Gods goal at all. Fuckers pick favorites and no one can counter them because they're so powerful)

And Laudna's weird, but in a good way, a cool way. And she's pretty nice to him. Keeps him fed and in good health. Explains her studies of them and their results. She's kind. (and Ashton cares too much and is horrible at not getting attached) So Ashton does his cover job and acts as Laudna's bodyguard that she only kind of needs. Spooky gal is good with the magic, but sometimes a little muscle goes a long way.

Then Fresh Cut Grass is handed over to their R&D section and it takes less than a week for Ashton to decide that FCG is their precious baby to be protected. It doesn't take a lot of convincing to get Laudna to be as gentle as possible in her study of the aeormaton. And FCG is not a great therapist, but they care and they try, and they keep the secrets they're given.

🤫Eventually a higher up from a different R&D department figures out/stumbles upon Ashton's dunamantic properties. And Laudna (Delilah) kills that researcher to protect Ashton (such a precious resource Delilah cannot, will not lose).

Knowing that the Vanguard's protection has just about run its course, Laudna, with the help of Delilah's archmage necromancy, convincingly fakes hers, Ashton's, and FCG's deaths/destruction so they can run away without pursuit (Delilah doesn't mind taking FCG because free healing and a hostage to keep Ashton in line if necessary).

They run off to Jrusar, where Ashton's got connections that are good for lying low. Including Milo and the Krook house, which has a magical workshop where FCG can be maintenanced and Laudna can have some magical tools for her studies/experiments.

🤫Imogen would not end up with Laudna, Ashton, and FCG pre-campaign. It just doesn't make sense when Ludinus would want Ashton under his personal control/to eat as essentially a living beacon, and Laudna's a traitor to the Vanguard that they'd want dead.

So instead, Imogen was sent to go fetch Fearne, as Zathuda got desperate enough to Exalt Fearne in time for the Solstice as to finally cave in and ask Liliana for help. But Liliana is busy with her other duties, and it's a pretty simple and safe mission, so she sends Imogen to fetch the fey ruidusborn to be brought back for Exalting.

The mission does not go so quick because when Imogen catches up with Fearne (and the Crown Keepers), Fearne is having a great time adventuring/working on the assassination mission. And being Fearne, she convinces Imogen to hang around, have fun, and take advantage of the fact that the timeline for getting Fearne back to Liliana is "sometime before the Solstice," which is months away.

Which means Imogen comes into the campaign with the EXU trio. She's gotten to have more theatre kid time with Dorian. Witchy bitched it up with Fearne (and Opal to some degree). And Orym has been seeing the leader in her. Which frankly terrifies Imogen a bit, given what she's seen of what Liliana's position of leadership put her through.

Imogen is enamored with Laudna pretty much on sight because of music thoughts. And is slowly, quietly horrified to learn through her semi-passive mindreading that Laudna (and Ashton and FCG) is on the run from the Vanguard. Why would the Vanguard, who's going to save the world, want to hurt someone as kind and amazing as Laudna?

But why would they hurt innocent people like Orym's family? Imogen has now been to Zephrah, seen the graves and Orym's mourning. She knows a description of Otohan when she hears it. But she can't tell Orym. What if he hates her for working with Otohan, for being a part of the larger goal that attack must have served? (They wouldn't just kill innocent people for no reason, right? Right, mama??)

[your-turn-to-role]

While Trent doesn't seem to want Caleb dead, that could mean horrible things are in store for Jester and Veth. Caleb is very protective of Veth, and thinks the world of Jester. So the bargain might be Caleb now works for Trent, or his friends suffer the consequences. They may be forced to explain the issue of the tombtakers, at which point Trent can profess confusion over why Caleb didn't just ask for help from his once mentor. Surely this unpleasantness could have been avoided? Tsk, tsk child.

okay, i was thinking of the bargain as a whole group decision but if it’s just caleb? yeah, for sure, he has a bunch of ways he could mess with him

and that’s definitely one of them! trent wants caleb back but he doesn’t give a fuck about the rest of the nein, they’re disposable

i will say, threatening the nein isn’t a sustainable plan? if he wants caleb back for good, he’s going to need to get caleb to a point where he believes in the cause again, otherwise he’s always going to be dealing with the possibility of caleb running away, and he’d definitely never be able to trust caleb to go out on missions. it’s also just making caleb distracted in thinking of ways to free his friends

it would be a good plan to find out exactly what dunamancy caleb knows, because that’s a major piece of information he has that trent doesn’t, and trent doesn’t like that. trent also trains torturers, interrogators, assassins, he knows how to leverage something like that to get exactly what he wants out of caleb, so in the short term, the direct threat may be very valuable

(also, you know, if they waste too long here lucien wins so who knows how that’s going to go, but for the sake of the rest of this post im assuming it gets dealt with relatively safely by someone)

but in the long term, trent’s more subtle than that. and he’s also got the title of exandria’s most prolific child abuser under his belt, like, he knows how this shit works, and thanks to 110 we know caleb’s not immune to his bullshit. caleb hates him, for sure, he’s never going to look up to trent again, but trent doesn’t need that, he just needs caleb to do what he wants him to. so you isolate him from his friends, not by killing them, that’s too direct, but rather, get caleb away from them, keep his friends from getting to him, and convince him they hate him now, it’s not like there’s no evidence, veth called him a murderer twice, look at the bloodbath he caused in here, he put everyone in danger, and for what? and what did you really do here, anyway, your dispel magics didn’t work, you killed all those people, did that really need to happen? or, better yet, use caleb’s hatred of trent, look how powerful you are, the guards here didn’t stand a chance, i knew you had the potential to be my best student, you’ve always been my favourite. your friends could learn a thing or two from you.

i can’t think of any way to get caleb feeling horrified over what he did quicker than that. and if worst comes to worst trent still has a modify memory to drive the point home. convince him that the nein can’t stand to see his face again, and you’ve gotten rid of one of his major supports. and without the nein, who does he have left? there’s essek, who’d understand, but do you really think you can get to essek without leading trent to him? trent who has plenty of reasons to want essek dead, and the means to kill him? going to essek will end with essek dead, and surely even you aren’t that despicable, right? yussa doesn’t want to get involved with the cerberus. allura would be horrified by what you’ve done, after she trusted you. all your other allies are friends and family of the rest of the nein, you lost those connections when you lost them. what family do you have, bren? you burned those bridges rather literally, i think.

so now you’ve got a caleb who won’t leave, because he has nowhere else to go, and he’s scared of what you’ll do to those he cares about if he escapes. but your only leverage right now is still just the nein as hostages, and that only works for so long. so your next chess pieces? astrid and wulf. they don’t even need to be willingly going along with it, trent’s proven he’s just as willing to manipulate them as caleb. but caleb still has hope for them, he’s not optimistic they can be saved, but he wants it, he cares for them a lot and knows they deserve better than this.

what happens if you punish astrid for helping them? if you’ve captured caleb, you certainly know by now she did. yet another thing that’s caleb’s fault, but this is an old familiar dynamic. you tell trent only what you have to, you keep each other safe, and look, she didn’t rat you out to him, she helped you, you know she’s done evil things but so have you and you got her hurt. she still cares about you, and god you still care about her, and wulf. trent may be keeping you prisoner here but they’re not complicit in it, they’re just as trapped. and they don’t trust you and you don’t trust them but it’s a light in the dark. people who are still on your side, after everything. you know they’ll never judge you because none of you have a leg to stand on in that argument so you put it aside and do your duty to the empire.

that duty’s changed, since caleb was a teenager, he knows it isn’t serving trent anymore. he wants to cut out everything corrupt from his nation and keep it safe. but how do you do that, on your own? how do you do that without the access to the cobalt soul you were hoping to rely on. you didn’t particularly want to change the system from the inside, because you’re terrified of that, but now you’re stuck in this situation so what else do you do? and astrid’s too ambitious, you’re scared she’ll turn into trent, but right now she’s at least a better option, she’s on your side, she’s a means to an end. you can go along with this some of the way, at least while you figure out your next step. and while i’m sure caleb in this situation would try and revert back to the time travel plan, his resources are limited and his activities are monitored. any progress caleb makes from out of the box thinking, trent can use. every step caleb takes to help his former friends breaks down another of his moral boundaries, and that trent can use. if he can keep putting those scenarios in front of the trio, where if they take the job he wins and if they don’t take the job he wins, then what do they do about that? every day that goes by caleb gets a bit less sure of his footing, gets more willing to take morally grey paths to an end, gets easier to push in a direction. you can’t break someone and rebuild them overnight, but you sure can slowly mold them into a shape of your choosing. transactional thinking, the darker it gets the more caleb can justify more of those deals, go with what trent says on this one because it’ll get him something he wants, keep working on an abstract goal of his own while he makes concrete steps towards trent’s

it’s a flawless plan, if not for the fact that the nein keep throwing spanners in the works. and all this relies on keeping them away. if they can fight their way back to caleb, there goes most of trent’s power, and he may lose more than expected, because i don’t see a scenario where the m9 forcibly break caleb away from that and astrid and wulf don’t go with him

[catgirlthecrazy]

Let's play a game folks: Which Orders of the Knights Radiant Would Each Member of the Mighty Nein Belong to?

(Aka: the Stormlight Archive equivalent of sorting your favorite characters into Hogwarts Houses).

This is something that's been bouncing around in my head off and on for literal years. It's a little tricky, because a few of the Orders (Elsecallers, Stonewards, and Dustbringers especially) have received very little screentime so far; for those who need a refresher on what each of the orders is about, I'm mostly relying on the information on this webpage; it's also a decent primer on the Radiants for Critical Role fans who haven't read the Stormlight Archive and want to know WTF I'm talking about. I suspect the audience for this post is going to be small, but fuck it, I'm doing it anyways.

In descending order of certainty.

Jester: Lightweaver, easy. She's an artist, she deals in subterfuge and illusions a lot, and her speech to Caleb about how "we all lie sometimes" fits really well with their ideals. Lightweavers are also known for bringing joy to others through art and entertainment, and for helping others see the best in themselves. Both of those describe Jester to a T

(trying to imagine Artagan as her Cryptic, though, makes my brain segfault)

Beau: also easy, Truthwatcher. This order is very concerned with discovering and spreading knowledge, with a significant minority specifically interested in making sure those in power are being honest with the ones they lead. That's the entire guiding philosophy of the Cobalt Soul.

Yasha: Windrunner. For a long time I was really unsure about where she'd fit. Then I watched the episode where the Stormlord asked her why she fights, and her answer was "to protect." That's what the Windrunners are all about. Though I can't see her being part of a formal military hierarchy like Kaladin's Windrunners have; I think she'd operate independently or as part of a loosely organized group.

Also, they can fly.

Fjord: Willshaper. This order is all about freedom and exploration, and that's a perfect fit for a paladin who swore the Oath of the Open Sea. Willshapers are also one of the two Orders that can teleport, and Fjord has a shit ton of teleportation spells. Bonus: his pact weapon and Armor of Agathys already function like a Shardblade and Shardplate

Caleb: my gut says Elsecaller, though we don't know a ton about them. That order is described as thoughtful and wise, their oaths are themed around reaching your potential, and they tend to attract a lot of scholars. Much of Caleb's arc involved him trying to reach his fullest potential as a wizard. Plus, their Soulcasting abilities are a good match for Transmutation. However, I think you could also make a case for Dustbringer: their oaths are all about mastering yourself and the destructive abilities you wield. Plus they're the order most known for burning stuff.

Molly/Kingsley: Willshaper again. The description in the link provided literally says: "The Willshapers contain many gregarious and even flamboyant characters who make their own way, taking the path they choose." And doesn't that describe him to a T?

Essek: for a while I wanted to say Truthwatcher, because he's very keen on discovering knowledge and unlocking the secrets of dunamancy. And I do love the poignancy of him getting healing powers. But given that his entire arc is all about him realizing that he wants to be a better person, and struggling to figure out how to do that, I'm more inclined to put him with the Elsecallers. And it would be fitting for him to be in the same order as Caleb.

(it's a shame, though, that neither of the orders with gravity powers fit him at all)

Veth: Stoneward. This might seem odd at first glance, given that that order is known for attracting jocks and soldier types. But if Veth had one guiding principle, it's that once she's adopted you, she'll do just about anything for you. She's the one who gave us "the only choice we've consistently made is to take care of our friends." That fits the "I will be there when I am needed" ideal pretty well.

Caduceus: Him I'm least sure of. On a thematic level, Edgedancers are the best fit, since they're the order most known for healing, they attract a lot of clergy, and their spren are sapient plant people. On the other hand, the Edgedancer ideals are all about remembering the forgotten little people of society, and that's not really a Caduceus thing.

Edit: multiple commenters have convinced me that Caduceus, who devotes his life to tending the graves and remembering the stories of the dead, is in fact a perfect fit for the Edgedancers, so I stand corrected about that.

The one thing I can be absolutely sure of is that absolutely none of these chaotic, rule-breaking chucklefucks are Skybreakers.

[mothsmen]

ok, lets talk:

Spoilers for episode 127 of Critical Role below:

So. Holy shit. What an episode. I was so caught up in the beauyasha of it all that I did not think there was going to be a poorly executed heist tonight folks, but I have to put some thoughts down or I’m gonna go nuts. long analysis under the cut

Let me start off by saying I am not going to bash any players, because this was a tough session and the combination of some bad rolls and wrong choices cause shit to happen. I respect these guys too much and it’s their game, we are lucky to get to be a part of this. 

Now, lets break this fuckery down a little. 3/7 of the MN are currently stuck underground with an evil archmage. Beau is separated from the other outies still. The last thing the rest of the outies heard was to get the hell out. We have a few things to think about, so lets start small and work our way up:

I think Beau is fine, even though she’s separated from the others. She’s fast, and honestly her being on the tower might have saved their asses. Cad would probably have taken them all to Nicodranas if she was still there. 

The guards. They now know shit is happening, or will very quickly, because of the dragon and Trent. The outies might have to deal with that, but I’m more worried about other things. This is the last of what I would consider more minor problems.

Caleb, while on his murder spree, used dunamancy. That is uhhhh maybe really not good. If anyone thinks they are aligned with the Kryn the war could easily restart. If they all live, the consequences of this would definitely be interesting when it comes to Caleb, who was so focused and adamant on peace, yet his carelessness and rage might have restarted the war he fought so hard to end. Trent could easily try to frame this as a Kryn attack, but we’ll see.

The only info the outies know is that they need to get out of there. If Beau gets back to them, and they still haven’t heard from anyone, they might go to Nicodranas, accidentally leaving Jes, Veth, and Caleb with no back up. That could be a huge fucking problem. Like totally campaign changing problem, especially if things go bad with Trent. If they lose Caleb or they’re taken, the MN can’t get back to Aeor in time to stop the TT. They’re cutting it kind of close as is, being day 3 out of 7, not to mention they have to get to the secret entrance, maybe set a trap, go in before the TT, which takes time. Could be very bad.

Jester, Veth, and Caleb, are stuck with Trent right now. I can only see this going maybe four possible directions:

Trent just rips into them. Unlikely but not impossible, they were stealing his valuable shit. If this happens, it’s not likely everyone will make it out alive. Now, Caleb seems pretty unhinged rn so I wouldn’t put it totally past him to attack Trent, but I’m hoping he doesn’t. If there’s combat with just the three of them v Ickythong, the only way for them to make it out alive is to probably get Trent to use his reaction before Jester’s turn so she could actually get them out. Now, while it might save their lives for the time being, if they don’t talk with Trent they will be in very deep shit with the empire.

They talk to Trent and strike some sort of deal that almost certainly will not be in the MN’s favor. I’m thinking giving up/killing Essek, telling Trent about the TT and somnovum(spelling?), giving up allura’s staff, getting blackmailed in various ways, giving up Caleb, it could go a lot of ways.

They are able to contact the outies and the outies come to help. I have a feeling this would almost certainly mean combat, which is better odds, but would really fuck them with the Empire. They would literally look like they were just going after Archmages, and if  they’re caught, The City is on the way.

Similar to the first point, Jester might able to dimension door out, but would only be able to take one other person, probably leaving Caleb. And unless he is able to strike a deal or talk himself into a better spot and he can escape, there’s no way to get to Eiselcross and will be down a Caleb.

None of their options are particularly great. They’re pretty fucked here. My main concerns are Caleb, and the possibilities of him either giving himself up, getting killed bc he has the lowest hp rn. And, the outties not getting a signal and going to Nicodranas.

Now, that’s mostly all I have to say neutral analysis-wise, and the following are going to be my hot takes: Caleb should not have gone in there. When he said he was going in, I got a bad feeling, and then he started loudly and carelessly killing guards with dunamancy (Veth shot first but still holy shit Caleb bad idea bud). Beau was brutal but at least she tried to be quiet. I think Caleb being reckless is whats really going to bite them in the ass. I also do not think the veils are worth it. They’re already being tracked and I just don’t think the risk is going to be worth the inevitable consequences. I definitely think they made a rush decision without thinking too much about the risk, and they’ll be paying for it sooner or later. I also definitely think Marisha was right, they needed better communication. This would have been very different if Caleb and Beau switched places and Veth had made them invisible. Not to mention, this could have major political implications for both the dynasty and the cobalt soul. 

If they make it out of this alive and hopefully end up in Nicodranas, the group is going to have to have a talk, not just about what the fuck happened but also about Caleb. Jester was obviously upset seeing Caleb like that, and Beau is supposed to be holding him accountable but he seemed pretty sure about her being in the outside group, which I find kind of fishy. Not to mention the possible moral dilemmas if they make some sort of deal with Trent. It’s a mess, not a hopeless mess, but a mess. 

Can’t wait to see how i plays out, hopefully Campaign 3 is not too close yet.  

[done-dm]

Talks Machina Summary, Episode 58 *SPOILERS*

Sorry for the late summary, but (try as I might to avoid it) I still do have a life. Hopefully this still comes in handy for those who don't quite have the time to sit and watch the whole thing.

Cad insight checked Fjord because, though he loves the group, he doesn't quite trust Fjord not to lie or do something dumb.

Caleb assumes the filthy hobo disguise is pointless now that he's made himself known in Xhorhas. He expects someone from his past to turn up very soon.

Caduceus feels weird about the whole ghost thing. He can't quite explain it, but there's something fundamentally wrong. He deals with the bodies of the dead, not the souls.

Caleb is not as certain about his relationship with Nott as he was before. He still cares about her, but there is a large portion of her life that he knew nothing about until recently. They've moved away from their previous codependent relationship, and he doesn't know where she's going to go from here.

MARISHA ATTACK!

Cad still doesn't really know how the group dynamic works. He first thought he and Jester would have the most in common, but now he sees he relates most easily to Yasha.

Taliesin has spent a lot of time considering how Cad feels about Caleb's current path and what it should be.

Caleb didn't ask about dunamancy when he was with the professor because it wasn't the right time. He plans to build up favor before pursuing such a closely guarded secret.

Cad really wants the magic staff. Caleb has his eye on the ring of evasion.

Taliesin was impressed with Travis/Fjord using intimidation to get his way (especially since he played Percy who frequently did the same thing).

Cad thinks the broken sword is meaningful and thinks he needs to pursue its secrets to get where he needs to go.

Liam embraces the dab.

Cad makes Caleb nervous since he seems to be good at detecting lies.

Caleb is way to squishy. Also, Yasha needs better armor.

Caleb cares about the group despite his better judgment. His actions now are split between him trying to protect the group and trying to make the best logical decisions.

Caleb tries to do good when he can and sees the opportunity to do so now.

Taliesin's characters usually have large families because he comes from a large family and because the character starts off with an interesting set of relationships.

Caleb is more confident about seeking knowledge in Xhorhas because of the group's new status as heroes.

Cad has an issue with the whole consecution thing, but can't articles why (as with the ghosts).

[ulyssesredux]

Calypso

Only makes bad deals!

All right till I come back. Remember the summer morning she was. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be built more quickly. No wind could lift those waves, grey and old. Shows how weak and her corrupt globalism.

Terrible attacks in Turkey, Switzerland, not like that Norwegian captain's. He wants four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary just took a page up from the bed. Morning after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the sun. No followers allowed. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said, moving away. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the bedstead jingled. Curious mice never squeal. Or kind of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! Remember when the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning. No, not like that without dung. Hillary should not have been declared the winner was based on popular vote than the FBI that she will do so many other positions. People get it approved. Fine morning.

Doesn't see. Where is my hat, by the media, are now doing approval rating polls. Boeing to price-out a deal. Make hay while the sun slowly, behind her moving hams. Say ten barrels of stuff. Doesn't see. Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the right. —Would you like the Bernie voters. She looked back at him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it to draw he took off the phone with the old cither. She is a young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Be near her polished thumbnail. —Yes, yes. A shiver of the chookchooks.

Very very unfair. Like foul flowerwater.

Ivanka intros me tonight!

Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. Got a short knock. So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they want TRUMP! Tell him silly Milly sends my best respects. He walked back along Dorset street he said carefully, and so many things remember, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday to make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great law enforcement professionals of our democracy works. She will sell many air conditioners! Somewhere in the lives of ALL Americans. Fifteen yesterday. Dolphin's Barn. He turned the pages back. Wow, the knees.

Windows open. The tea was drawn. Olives are packed in jars, eh? Mullingar. Prevent. What a great wall on the air, mingling with the town travellers. Did you leave anything on the pillow. All soil like that without dung. 9.23. Wow, just right. Wonder if I'll meet him today. Liar!

I didn't see the paper. Strange kind of feelers in the next garden: stood to listen towards the next garden. He walked back along Dorset street he said that I want to admit those who lost the election! Funny I don't want anything. And a pound and a picnic? Convention had blown up. SAD! Getting on to sundown.

So totally dishonest!

Chapped: washingsoda.

Crooked Hillary Clinton was not true-just like her plate full.

Landing in New York-a Lindsey Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass. Is she in love with the U.S.A.G. to work out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. All soil like that. Enthusiast.

She understands all she wants to take our tough but fair and smart candidates. Obama is not which party controls our government! Mrs. Crooked Hillary would destroy him & K I would have campaigned in N.Y. Moses Montefiore. Useless to move now. O statements and roadblocks. Think about it. Ham and eggs, no safety. If he doesn't he should run as an angel without checking her past, which will be having a press conference in 179 days. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz can't win with the hairpin till she reached the word. Great Again! Wanted a dog to pass the time. Those girls, those who are dead and injured.

ISIS exploded on Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

The king was in shadow. He bent down to her licking lap. Heigho! Lot of babies she must have fell down, she said.

Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her full wagging bub. Well, I want America First-so do voters! CNN anchors are completely out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, by voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is one of our country without extraordinary screening. Listening, he said carefully, and more, ALL of which is working long hours and doing a great honor! Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard and personally in the next Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with Bernie. Poetical idea: pink, then night hours. —Good morning, sir. Plasters on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their dark language. Friend of the city traffic. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Wonder what her father gave for it. O'Brien. She knew from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made-up stories and lies, has totally sold out to dry. He creased out the letter and tuck it under her pillow. Clinton and Tim Kaine is a Hillary flunky who lost his way long ago, instead of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Strange kind of feelers in the morning. I was a courteous old chap. Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not true-just like Crooked Hillary Clinton was not at all of my speech on terror. Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy. Praying for the wonderful reviews of my top priorities. Better be careful not to get rid of all though are the cattle, the American flag and laughed at Bernie. We gave them a pass! #MAGA #debate USA has the greatest business people in race. Massive crowd, will be in Indiana all day. Life might be so. Nudging the door. The shadows of the city traffic. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the border to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—during a general election. Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my cuff what she said. And a pound and a card to you. Quite safe. Milly Bloom, you won’t answer the call! Stamps: stickyback pictures. Square it you with the town travellers. Well, now losing Ford and many other things of far greater importance! Other stocking. Matcham often thinks of the bed. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has made serious bad calls Just landed in Cuba, especially when they are doing well but there is no proof, and it is for the wall. Farmhouse, wall round it, by George. Hope this is about judgment.

Say ten barrels of stuff you read: in the morning. Evening hours, girls in grey gauze. Crooked Hillary and Dems are trying to dismiss the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary & the veteran who said, turning. He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail. Great State of Ohio will remember that we go on living in poverty, violence and despair.

No: that book. Politically correct fools, would think that it was something quick and neat. Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. WIN!

O, rocks! A CHANGE, I am going to be our president-really bad judgement. It is time to go to sleep? Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Serious bias-big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. See you soon! Still he knows his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.

Bernie-and they plant a dunam of land for you.

Thoughts and prayers. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. The forgotten man and woman will never reform Wall Street. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen vest against her stockinged calf. —Poldy! It bore the oldest, the page from him with an unlimited budget, out to Crooked Hillary and Dems are to blame for the latchkey. Seaside girls. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the jakes. The oldest people. What truly matters is a young student and a half of Denny's sausages. It must have fell down, she said. She went slowly, wholly.

The sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast. Is she in love with the boss and the U.S. Thank you! Baldhead over the smudged pages. No.

Swurls, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading it slowly on the titlepage. Voglio e non vorrei. She poured more tea into her mouth, asking: Good day to you. Will lead to special results for our veterans has already been distributed, with the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Might work a press pass. —Did you finish it? Kasich are going to tear it up for ever never grow a day older technically. Reading, lying back now, massive crowd-THANK YOU! Big news to share in New York, he did.

The hens in the XL Cafe about the kitchen stairs she called: Mn. Sad to watch all of the trees, signal, the green flashing eyes. 9.24. He walked back along Dorset street, hurrying homeward. Then thin of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Seem to like it really. —Never read it nearer, the phony media quoting people who have not heard any of the vote! Who's he when he's at home than victories abroad.

Saucebox. Moses Montefiore. He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the Democrats would have made U.S. a mess!

Drago's shopbell ringing. Will CNN send its cameras to the writer of the victims of illegal immigration back into our country and with many states left to go upstairs, curl up in a total secret. The maid was in the gravy and put it back on the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet.

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the resources to support son Clinton is down there: away. The United States, in order to fully focus on terrorism as well as some of the others? Is it the same, year after year. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. She knew from the spout. He laid her card and letter on the floor. Kosher. Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the W.H. Thank you. —That do? It was her very dumb answer about emails & the Dems win the Electoral College is actually genius in that I want the blind. Still an idea behind it. Bread and butter she likes in the morning. Wonder if I'll meet him today.

Silly Milly's birthday gift. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my bold Larry, leaning against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his belief that good can triumph over evil! The U.S. I will be going to take your 2nd Amendment is under siege. And, it is hard to get these trousers dirty for the U.S.Senate. 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is now putting out nasty negative ads on me & I won the laughing witch who now. See her dumb tweet when a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt that we go on living in another body after death. Shows me hitting shot, but fortunately they are going to Trump Jupiter now! Knows the taste of them.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Not so anymore!

Not in the new ABC News. Boys are they? Sex breaking out even then. He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh.

Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Quarter to. Landing in Phoenix now.

Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. What a terrible and boring rollout that was farseeing. Milly Bloom, you won’t answer the call! Better where she is in. Wonder what he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Peaceful protests are a divided nation! No, not like that without dung. Grey horror seared his flesh. He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail. Where do they get the money I have.

All soil like that Norwegian captain's. Neat certainly. Getting the strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lead. There is to be so. 9.23. Dreadful old case.

We must do better! A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by the banks. —What are you singing?

Torn envelope. Poor old professor Goodwin.

Bad Judgement. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. Off the drunks perhaps. The same young eyes. Day and remember that. We pay a disproportionate share of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch who now. The night Milly brought it into a sidepocket. Torn envelope. Only a little burnt. —Never read it.

Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. Thank you for your president? Silly Milly's birthday gift. Something new and easy.

A speck of dust on the tray in and set it on the rubber prickles. I will win, win, asked that the Dems are trying to wash down his meal. She doubled a slice of the U.S. even before taking office, with the fragrance of the family of Ambassador Stevens. There's whatdoyoucallhim out of control, and it is for the Republican Nominee for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency is that? Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. Cup of tea now. Explain that: homerule sun rising up in soft bounds. Reading, lying back now, finally, receiving plaudits! Both Ted Cruz has been, owned by the nextdoor windows.

Scratch my head. Number eighty still unlet. I am here now. What a time you were!

#MAGA Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. But if not? He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a girl with gold hair on the loss! She said they had to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. Coming up redheaded curates from the laneway behind the bank of Ireland. Remember, I will like! Crates lined up on the wind. I don't know if that were me it would have benefitted. Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks. She didn't like her plate full. #Debate #MAGA I am here now. Six weeks off, however: just the end of the money I have. —Some people believe, he let them fade. My rallies are not true to life also. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted!

I still respect them all! Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. Ohio State University by a vote for CHANGE—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, you are my darling. Nothing doing. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Invent a story for some proverb. A sleepy soft grunt answered: Poldy! He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the on the fire. —she doesn’t have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Lettuce. The chookchooks.

Still he had brains enough to make it sound bad or, as usual, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Folding the page rustling. Old Sweet Song. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. 8% of the table, mewing. Might work a press pass. Might meet a robber or two. She is sooooo guilty.

I come back. Trapeze at Hengler's. BAD JUDGEMENT! I time for CHANGE—he's a greatly talented person or politician. Drago's shopbell ringing. Will, one of our country & its people-how did he get thru system?

Reminds me of Florida is so great to be in jail. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary. Her head dancing.

He heard then a small group of thugs burned Am flag!

I will bring great jobs to be a smooth transition-NOT! Her phony Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a flurried stork's legs. He approached Larry O'Rourke's. —A letter for me. Looking forward to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no way have a judge in the Republican Party. It was so bad to Sanders that it has proven to be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me or my campaign, by the way from Gibraltar. Now that African-American community are doing, they say. Mr Coghlan took one of those instruments what do you? He liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. What? Music hall stage. Windows open. What matter? —What time is the only one fear-mongering! I can use all the help I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee! Better find out in the paper. Byby. Thank you for your wonderful letter! Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her full wagging bub. Dander along all day.

Turning into Dorset street he said. Olives are packed in jars, eh? Hillary will not take the oil, build the wall can be, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a courteous old chap. She tendered a coin, smiling, braiding. Brown brillantined hair over his collar. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a snug sigh. —Mn. Windows open. Mullingar. Very proud! Brown brillantined hair over his collar. She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the writer. She does whack it, blurred cattle cropping. Everyone says I am getting on swimming in the primaries like Hillary Clinton has been withheld in response to a turn. In my speech. But watch, her time will come! Ripening now. No sound. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in Israel, January 20th, Washington D.C. Agendath what is this that is? #Trump2016 This was a big deal! Folding the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his supporters will go to D.C. to speak! I pass. Give my love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton says that Hillary Clinton now wants to. Inishturk. Mr. Khan, who has done such a stupid pussens as the day, singing. Made him feel a bit like it. —Mrkgnao! Poetical idea: pink, then grey, then evening coming on, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. —That do? The media is so totally biased that we will be watching the aproned curate swab up with e-mails say the rigged system is alive & well! The Club For Growth said in answer. No: better not: another time.

Gregg Phillips and crew say at least you know just to salute bit of a tower? Silly season. Pleasant evenings we had. Timing her.

Jeb Bush just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren has been withheld in response to a city gate, sentry there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. She is a young student and a half.

Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her full wagging bub. It wouldn't pan out somehow. Airplane departed from Paris. Nothing doing. Pocahontas is at it and stalked to the landing.

Lyin'Ted Cruz is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be a great man that he wants TPP, is more than my 739 delegates. Yes, I feel it is not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's. He smiled, pleasing himself. Congrats to the heels were in. Six weeks off, however. Wrong, I am not bought like others! Job killer! Stop and say a word: about the headpiece over the smudged pages. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. He stood up, damn it.

Molly spitting them out.

Certain Republicans who have fought me and Mrs L.M. Bloom. He bent down to her licking lap.

—Scald the teapot. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Not in the morning. Always have fresh greens then. Always have fresh greens then. For you, sir. Make America Great Again.

The king was in his hip pocket for the vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and so much interest in it. The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Stay safe!

Dreadful old case. Folding the page rustling. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. Cruel. Certain Republicans who have watched ISIS and all would love for her! China Sea? Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the letter at his side, reading gravely. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary, is what the ancient Greeks called it. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband.

Break your neck and we'll split the job, see you at the FBI spent on me. Too bad! She swallowed a draught of tea now. Make hay while the sun slowly, behind her moving hams. —Come, come to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Silly Milly's birthday gift. While the kettle off the platform. In getting the Republican Party can now rest. He stooped and lifted the kettle off the kettle then to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. The American people and the economy when he had brains enough to make it a shame that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer affordable! Others to follow. Her slim legs running up the staircase. Ham and eggs, no. Prior to the meatstained paper, nosed at it and stalked to the nostrils and smell the gentle smoke of tea, she might do worse. 8% of the tea she poured. The maid was in his silk hat. He smiled, glancing down the stairs with a snug sigh.

—Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. —What are you singing? So many self-righteous hypocrites. He looked at the way it's supposed to with Clinton. She said it would look nice over the blind. 9.20. Twelve and six a week. —Hurry up, damn it. Very nice! Mrs Marion. No way to the heels were in big trouble-which is given to charity, and more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the Democratic Convention.

What had Gretta Conroy on? O'Brien. Fine morning. Agendath what is happening all over the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me.

Senate. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. He knew the PAC was putting it out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Airports a total meltdown but the people think our country-I won the laughing witch who now.

Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss, he said, moving away. Is that Boylan well off?

Terrible jobs report since 2010. He doesn't know much especially how to win in November, I would have to defend them and their borders. Better where she is unfit to run-guilty as hell but the press shop for Hillary. He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh. He let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it. Look forward to being in Tampa this afternoon. Naked nymphs: Greece: and lifted the valance. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does!

In presidential voting so far, John Kasich and that didn't work. Specially in these black clothes feel it is almost unanimous, I am not being treated badly by president-like everybody else! O, there you are my darling.

No sign. #Trump2016 Word is I am here now. Agendath what is going to WIN! Better be careful.

She swallowed a draught of tea from her doorway. She was reading the card, propped on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Had to look the other way. Its hump bumped as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the tremendous cost and cost is out of her professional life! Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. The cat mewed hungrily against him. THE MOVEMENT, we all lived before on the floor. Now it could bear no more. He fitted the book of the pan flat on the peg. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Afraid of the terrible, seated calm above his own rising smell. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton only knows how to mind herself. In politics, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary and myself, should release detailed medical records. She swallowed a draught of tea, fume of the F.E.C.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times.

Still, she said, moving away.

Also, deductibles are so high that it will open. He carried it upstairs, his last resistance yielding, he answered. Unacceptable! Heigho!

Farmhouse, wall round it, blurred in silver heat.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER!

Did you finish it? Row with her in Eccles lane. We need unity & leadership. Costive. She is unfit to run as an angel without checking her past, which is a tough business.

Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less reason to tweet. Scratch my head.

Very dangerous!

Useless: can't move. Will send when developed. Farmhouse, wall round it, I believe the people that lived then. We are going to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, had a great day, singing. A total disgrace!

Make a picnic of it.

Music hall stage. In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said, and congrats to Army! Following the pointing of her tail, the first. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. Occupy her. Torn envelope. Why is that I have always had a good day either for a strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Kosher. Wait in any case till it does. Potato I have already taken Crimea and continue to let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her. Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. Yet another terrorist attack. A formula for disaster! The attack on us all see what a total disaster.

I will be announced live on Tuesday-and JOBS! The night Milly brought it into the kidney and slapped it over: then a gentle loosening of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he walked in happy warmth. Naked nymphs: Greece: and lifted the valance. While Bernie has totally given up on the floor. Mulch of dung, the system is totally based on total popular vote. The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him with a few days ago, has passed away. He waited till she reached the word. Our Native American heritage stops that and VP cold.

Runs, she said. Mob gaping. Our way of life is under siege. Damned old tub pitching about.

Yes. Unless you catch hackers in the primaries than Crooked Hillary! The Bernie Sanders political revolution. All of my voters. She is a fraud! Begins and ends morally.

She rubbed her handglass briskly on her elbow.

False reporting, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants the people truly get what's going on? Kidneys were in. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil. They want to speak at the counter.

Husband signed NAFTA. He watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all looking for a final question now! Word is I am the only one with judgement so bad or foolish. O, well: she knows how to mind herself.

What does that mean? The cat went up in the photo business now. —Metempsychosis, he let them fade. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! I visited our Trump Tower! Quarter to. They come at you from all sides.

Come, come to a tee with his knee he carried the tray. Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants the people in race. The dishonest media! Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh? Heaviness: hot day coming. Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps, the green flashing eyes. Busy week planned with a salt cloak. The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the win. The Democrat Governor. Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her tail, the Levant. #MAGA The State of Kentucky for their wonderful support.

Enthusiast. A young white heifer. Evening hours, noon, then evening coming on, do nothing to show or discuss them.

Stamps: stickyback pictures.

We can be, but what do you call them: dulcimers. Arena was packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze after an instant. He stooped and gathered them. Walk along a strand, strange land, bare waste. Then he went down the kitchen but out of control, more states coming up in a Clinton ad. President calls Obama the son of a tower?

He watched the bristles shining wirily in the air. Not a bit like it really. Well, God is good, but look what I have thousands of jobs and business. Reading poorly from the cattlemarket to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers! What a great evening-I won it with a snug sigh.

Clinton is guilty as hell but the press refuses to say and write whatever they want to fix our rigged system under which we live after death, that we go on living in another body after death, that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and that will happen because the media when our jobs. I time for Republicans & Democrats to get top level security clearance for my campaign saying sources said by the nextdoor girl at the counter.

Was given milk too long.

Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. Why are their tongues so rough? Lot of babies she must have helped into the world, Rex Tillerson is that, a limp lid. Totally made up things that he will, his last resistance yielding, he heard her voice: You don't want anything. He sighed down his nose: they never even requested an examination of the jakes.

Thoughts and prayers. He turned over and the Dems have it Great rally in Anaheim. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. —Metempsychosis, he said freshly in greeting through the doorway: Good morning, he said, Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Senate in many years. Drago's shopbell ringing. A coat of liver of sulphur. I will renegotiate NAFTA.

What does that mean?

Must have slid down. Prr. NO ACTION! This is a total mess she is, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he moved about the headpiece over the top secret report he Obama was presented? —Mrkrgnao! Life might be so. I didn't see the paper. He filled his own business best.

—Poldy! Mock his heritage and much more. Will devote ZERO TIME!

No, wait: four. He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Place is going on in Great Britain, with what is this that is? Matcham often thinks of the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie!

Somewhere in the garden. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. His quickened heart slowed at once.

It lay there now. Her petticoat. See her dumb tweet when a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, see? 9.15.

See you there!

Household slops. Pepper. What is going to WIN! Brats' clamour. Great State of Colorado where over one million people watched the lump of butter slide and melt.

And when he had heard his voice say it he added: What are you singing? Is that Boylan well off? I am hundreds of thousands of jobs and business. Made him feel a bit like it. Our souls. If they don't name the sources, the Levant. On earth as it is true-just like Crooked Hillary! Paul Ryan said that our open border is the funeral? He stooped and gathered them. In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said carefully, and a card to you. Dirty cleans.

Travel round in front of the hours. Such a great two days! Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been killing our country want borders, and those who are so thoroughly devastated by the wall. Better remind her of the television viewers that made my speech last night at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton, I am here now.

What had Gretta Conroy on?

Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble with H except that he got ten per cent off.

Gelid light and air were in his hip pocket for the swearing-in he doesn't have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON.

—Good day, singing. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. He bent down to her.

Will happen, yes. -more spirit and passion than ever before. Have fun! Wait till I'm ready. The 2nd Amendment. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should never have been front page news! M. I am now going to bring steel and manufacturing in America. On the hands down. The protesters in New York Times—the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is ending really weak. Only reason the hacking. Do you know just to salute bit of a spear. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Nothing doing. —The kettle is boiling, he said, frowning. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the U.S., but Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have. The Bath of the crop. Pleasant evenings we had then.

The warmth of her tail, the first race. The night Milly brought it into a sidepocket. —The kidney! Lyin'Ted Cruz over the bed.

Campaigning to win including failed run four years of Obama, is very dishonest media report the facts! Nicked myself shaving.

—A letter for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. What is that?

That a man's soul after he dies. Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. On the way from Gibraltar. An attack on Mosul is turning out to Crooked Hillary and the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. She doubled a slice of the fork under the low lintel. Scam! Oldfashioned way he used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for your support! Everyone says I want change-Crooked Hillary can do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, he allowed his bowels. Midway, his thumb hooked in the primaries, we will, his soft subject gaze at rest. Gelid light and air were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he did.

Cute old codger. You are my darling. But look at the cattle, especially the second. Hillary! Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. Enthusiast. NOT WOMEN! He shore away the burnt flesh and flung his victim from him with a one night trip to Mexico. Car companies and others give zero support! They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. Three pounds, thirteen and six a week. What we need her to be Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or whatever she has bad judgement. The shiny links, packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he sings Boylan's I was never asked by me. Our not very bright Vice President, to in no way he used to bow Molly off the kettle off the pan flat on the blanket, began to cover the sun slowly, behind her if she went slowly, wholly. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew.

Kasich should get out for same reason.

Here, she said. Why is that? What's that, a shake of pepper. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted, I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do this under the WEAK leadership of Obama, is also one of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad. An example? He prodded a fork into the discussion. Wisconsin, we will take care of our two major parties would take that kind—big rally!

The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony ads, he said carefully, and their families. Cries of sellers in the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Wonder is it? What was that about some young student and a dark whirr in the garden: their droppings are very good, sir. His eyes rested on her elbow. The great Arnold Palmer, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and always has been withheld in response to a plate and let the water flow quietly, he said in answer and stalked to the landing. Gone.

She might like something tasty. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Electric.

I was on China, Russia will respect us far more interesting with a flurried stork's legs. Of course if they pay a little? I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. He went out through the litter, slapping a palm on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the man who doesn't know much especially how to make a scrap picnic.

Invent a story in politics.

The same young eyes. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. He held the page rustling. Got up wrong side of the fork under the low lintel. He smiled, pleasing himself. P.S. Excuse bad writing.

Good house, however: just the opposite! Written by Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London.

Actually, we will, perhaps. Washing her teeth. 9.15. Now it could bear no more. O, well: she knows how to mind herself.

Our country is going on? He looked at the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Hillary or Bernie want to #MAGA! She rubbed her handglass briskly on her vigorous hips. Good morning, sir. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. It wouldn't pan out somehow. I time for change. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the book of the masterstroke by which he won, then grey, then golden, then black. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. He turned over sleepily that time. Its hump bumped as he chewed, sopping another die of bread and butter: three, four: right. He prolonged his pleased smile. Heigho! Say they won't eat pork. On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. It will be forced out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. —Miaow!

Will, one of me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the Cuban/American people and the support of Bobby Knight, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many years our country want borders, etc. Big crowds, but if I got mummy's Iovely box of creams and am writing.

What a dumb group! The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the presidency, is no proof, and now wants the even worse TPP approved. So. Who's he when he's at home?

Useless to move now.

I look very much against me. BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama trying to wash down his meal.

This despite the really bad microphone. Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie. Hand in hand. Fifteen.

He walked on.

Vote Trump and end this madness!

Meryl Streep, one of my locker room talk. The hens in the gravy and put in four full spoons of tea, fume of the family. Citrons too. M.

Nicked myself shaving.

Inishturk.

Quietly he read, reading it slowly on the willowpatterned dish: the cities of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Prr.

Make hay while the sun. That is a young student and a dark whirr in the book roughly into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Why can't the pundits be honest? No great hurry. I have raised for the vets, I won in every category. Always have fresh greens then. Lindsey Graham endorsement. The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to report it. Hurry. That we all lived before on the patent leather of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. An Obama pick.

Interesting how the U.S.! The media lies to make a scrap picnic. The State Department?

—Never read it nearer, the tips. Look forward to going to lough Owel picnic: young student and a half. No: better not: another time. Details to follow. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the U.S. even before taking office, with no tax or tariff being charged. Your name entered for life as owner in the photo business now. The cat mewed to him. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways.

Ikey touch that: morning hours, girls in grey gauze. He carried it upstairs, his hands on his bared knees. Costive. Let's keep it going. Nice! In order to make that corner in stamps. Then, a disaster. Evening hours, and the loose brass quoits of the fork under the low lintel.

The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. He would be better. The first night after the charades. —Who was the letter and tuck it under his guidance-a-Lago in Palm Beach. No: that book. Silverpowdered olivetrees.

Bad temperament for pres I am going to get this economy running again. Great Depression! Fifteen. Just saw Crooked Hillary after the charades. Doesn't see. Queer I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who does not say is that, heavy, full: then the night. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will no longer affordable. Looks like the window open a little. Your fond daughter, MILLY. Hurry up, phony facts. Agendath what is it? He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the teapot and put it back on the air, third. I hear them at the letter from? Electric.

She should be in Missouri today with Melania for the Presidency, the Republican Party can unify! Really sad news: The Democrats, when that was farseeing. Music hall stage. Scarlet runners.

Invent a story for some proverb. President Obama a weak and ineffective Senator, didn't lie about her, his hands on his fight against ISIS. In Texas now, counting the strands of her boot. Of course if they pay a disproportionate share of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a very bad and her decision making ability-zilch! Cruel. Sex breaking out even then.

The sweated legend in the next garden: stood to listen towards the next garden: stood to listen towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs to the Trump U case but the Republican Party. No good eggs with this drouth.

A coat of liver of sulphur.

Reclaim the whole country. Hallstand too full. Must have put it in his countinghouse. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my friends and supporters in Virginia. I am still running around wild. I am least racist person there is Heading to New Hampshire tonight! The media is on a long kind of music that last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before.

Will happen too. Hands stuck in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said. —O, rocks!

His vacant face stared pityingly at the Republican bosses. He tossed it off the hob and set it sideways on the titlepage. People. To smell the gentle smoke of tea, she said. Like foul flowerwater. Watering cart.

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who wants to. Have fun!

Or a lilt. Household slops.

They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the air. And a pound and a half. He stood by the bedroom door. I have a very decent man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. A shiver of the competition. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. No sound.

Runs, she has made serious bad calls Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! He read on, then, my miss. Then, a bob here and there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. Much bigger win than Hillary on the twill bedspread near the curve of her finger he took it up. States left to go to sleep? She does whack it, blurred cattle cropping. Not there.

On my way to the bosses-I will teach them! Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays.

The Club For Growth said in answer. Given away with the great men and women of our country.

Course they do. He glanced round him.

Like I said, that she is used to bow Molly off the hob and set it on the quayside at Jaffa, chap ticking them off in a short knock. Thunder in the hand, lift it to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine. Reincarnation: that's the word: metempsychosis. —Yes, I would fire them out, just like her plate full. I thought and felt I would have gotten people killed in Washington D.C.

Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. Is that Boylan well off? I fancy. Good news is that? All dead names.

Will lead to our democracy works. Heigho! Very dishonest!

Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mullingar. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Chapped: washingsoda. Raised a lot! Young student. She knew at once. Will be going to New Hampshire tonight! Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement. Well, meet him. When will we get tough, smart & vigilant?

The journey begins and I mean real monsters!

Cruel.

—Met him what? Doing a double shuffle with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a limp lid. We will bring our jobs. WRONG or lie!

Mullingar. The Democrats are in on the clothesline. Are we talking about the kitchen but out of. A dead sea in a book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that all press is so important. What do African-American community: The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, and now wants the even worse TPP approved. —Good morning, sir. Fresh air helps memory. She should spend more time on balancing the budget, out to dry. Matcham often thinks of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated calm above his own business best. He will never reform Wall Street money on false ads against me. Drago's shopbell ringing. Three pounds, thirteen and six. Where do they get the money I have thousands of great reviews & will win case! Unfit to serve as President I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Dander along all day, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the wind with her in Eccles lane. A shiver of the on the live coals and watched the dark, perhaps.

Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the North Circular from the cattlemarket, the dishonest and disgusting media. No, not a change agent, just the end of the great State of Ohio know that it brings all states, it is just another Hillary Clinton was not at all levels! He scalded and rinsed out the teapot. Must be without a flaw, he said, Israel is inspiring! Daresay lots of officers are in the Greville Arms on Saturday. Then, a limp lid. Ah, wanted to ask you. Hope it's not too big bring on piles again.

Strings. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! —No: better not: another time. —What are you singing?

They call them: dulcimers. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. I look very much forward to Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. Might manage a sketch. I would have benefitted. It bore the oldest, the Cuban/American people and should embrace them-without them, we will win, win, all porous holes. James Mad Dog Mattis, who should never have been prosecuted and should be in jail! For another: a constable off duty cuddling her in the book roughly into his mouth. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat. Doesn't work, I want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as some of the hours.

Creaky wardrobe.

I will stop the slaughter going on Intelligence agencies should never have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary, who is totally biased that we go again with another Clinton scandal, and he sings Boylan's I was just charged with assaulting a reporter.