#African American women *chefs kiss

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I’ve never shown my V before but she is seriously the finest freaking babe to ever grace Night City. And this is just the face card❤️‍🔥😍

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genuine question: is it okay to use cis women fcs as a trans muse as long as it's a respectful portrayal? i'm looking for an fc for my muse but there's such a lack of resources for trans women fcs. and if it's not too much, i would also be soo grateful if you had suggestions for me. my muse is a witch, she's very powerful and has this dark aura. i wanted someone who was alternative looking.

Laverne Cox (1972) African-American - had an alt look in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - her role American Horror Story: Double Feature gives powerful vibes - has spoken up for Palestine!

Nyla Rose (1982) Oneida / African-American.

Ravyn Ariah Wngz (1984) Mohawk, Tanzanian, Afro-Bermudian - is a Two-Spirit trans woman (she/her) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Juliana Huxtable (1987) African-American.

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American / Puerto Rican - had alt vibes in Tick, Tick… Boom!

Jesse James Keitel (1993) - has alt vibes in Star Trek: Strange New Worlds.

Anthony Lexa (2000) - is a trans woman - ha spoken up for Palestine!

Aaron Philip (2001) Afro-Antiguan - has cerebral palsy - has spoken up for Palestine!

No resources:

Dominique Jackson (1975) Afro-Tobagonian - general powerful vibes and often sports different hair colours, her role in POSE would be great.

Laura Jane Grace (1980) - is the signer of a rock band and has tattoos!

Anjali Lama (1984) Nepalese.

Munroe Bergdorf (1987) Afro Jamaican / English - has spoken up for Palestine!

Saga Becker (1988) - general alt vibes and has her septum pierced.

Jordan Gray (1989) - is blind in her left eye.

Daniela Vega (1989) Chilean.

Backxwash / Ashanti Mutinta (1991) Zambian.

KornBread / Demoria Elise Williams (1992) African-American - her wearing dark lipstick is chef kiss.

Stef Sanjati (1995) - has Waardenburg Syndrome.

Liniker (1995) Afro-Brazilian - is a genderfluid trans woman.

Ethel Cain (1998) - is bisexual and autistic - has spoken up for Palestine!

Britney Manson (1999)

Nava Mau (?) Mexican - signed for permanent ceasefire in Gaza. "In the name of peace and justice, I stand for liberation."

Hey anon! Please note that I'm not a trans woman (but I am trans) and the general consensus is to try and find a trans faceclaim first and if that's not possible then it's ok to use a cis faceclaim - but make sure it's a cis woman being cast for a trans woman! Here's a list of trans woman though who I'd LOVE to see used for a character like that.

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@black-bhabie-2000 asked: Hello can i request a matchup for my hero academia and yuri on ice. Im african American and chubby 5'7. I have piercings. Im really humble and quiet. I mostly read and excerise. I love working out and nature hikes. Im also a good chef. When interacting with others. I have two modes. Im either serious and unmotivated or silly and a crack head. There is no in between. Im often the peace of a group of people or the mom one. I cook, clean and care for the squad. #introverted mom friends exists.

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I match you with:

Mt. Lady from My Hero Academia

Absolutely adores your chubby stature, always says you’re so soft and will demand cuddles all the time, you help her reduce her stress and help her unwind after a long day from saving the city. 

Will work out with you and will take you to her favorite hiking places too. You guys will make a date out of it by packing a picnic and just enjoying each other’s presence and chatting about this and that and the future. Is thankful for your cooking skills and just taking care of her in general. When she comes home bruised and battered, you’re there with food and a first aide kit. 

Her heart always swells and she’ll shower you in kisses and words of adoration and if you don’t calm her down, she’s praise you until the food gets cold.

Seung-gil Lee from Yuri On Ice

Man is a air-head in all honesty and if you weren’t there to take care of him in certain aspects, he would be helpless. The only things on his mind is skating and you about 99% of the time. 

He’s stoic to his female fans and most women in general, except for you. When he sees you in the stands or off to the side of the rink, he smiles and it’s a genuine smile he shows because you’re his rock and he couldn’t be happier that you were there to cheer him on during his set. When you’re not feeling motivated, he’ll wrap you up with your favorite blanket and cuddle and caress you and just take care of you that day.

He knows how much you do for him, yourself and others and he wants you to know he’s there for you, he’ll take care of you too. 

[generalgemini-booknerd]

Not enough people are giving Nabiyah Be her due for this show. She, and her whole story line are fucking amazing. Like, chefs kiss. It’s two African American women in love with each other in the 70’s. And how the disco movement started in the clubs and was so important to the gay movement at that time. She’s just amazing. Give this woman her flowers, ok?

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Queer Movies/Books/TV Shows for Pride Month!

Happy Pride everyone!! For your viewing/reading pleasure I have made a (non-exhaustive) list of queer media that I have enjoyed! 

Movies/Documentaries

Pride (2014): An old tried and true favorite, which meets at the intersection of queer and workers’ rights. A group of queer activists support the 1985 miners’ strike in Wales (complete with a sing-through of Bread and Roses + Power in a Union)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire: On an isolated island in Brittany at the end of the eighteenth century, a female painter is obliged to paint a wedding portrait of a young woman (or, two young lesbians fall in love by the sea, and you cry)

God’s Own Country: Young farmer Johnny Saxby numbs his daily frustrations with binge drinking and casual sex, until the arrival of a Romanian migrant worker for lambing season ignites an intense relationship that sets Johnny on a new path (Seriously this movie is GREAT and doesn’t get enough love, watch it! It’s rough but ends happily)

The Half of It:  When smart but cash-strapped teen Ellie Chu agrees to write a love letter for a jock, she doesn't expect to become his friend - or fall for his crush (as in she falls for his crush who is another girl. This movie was so good, and really friendship focused!) 

Saving Face:  A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations (this is an oldie and a goodie, with a happy ending!)

Moonlight:  A young African-American man grapples with his identity and sexuality while experiencing the everyday struggles of childhood, adolescence, and burgeoning adulthood (featuring gay men of color!)

Carol:  An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York (everyone’s seen this I think, but I couldn’t not have it here)

Milk: The story of Harvey Milk and his struggles as an American gay activist who fought for gay rights and became California's first openly gay elected official (the speech at the end of this made me cry. Warning, of course, for death, if you don’t know about Harvey Milk)

Pride (Hulu Documentary):  A six-part documentary series chronicling the fight for LGBTQ civil rights in America (they go by decade from the 50s-2000s, and there is a lot of great trans inclusion in this)

Paris is Burning (Documentary): A 1990s documentary about the African American and Latinx ballroom scene. Available on Youtube!

A New York Christmas Wedding:  As her Christmas Eve wedding draws near, Jennifer is visited by an angel and shown what could have been if she hadn't denied her true feelings for her childhood best friend (this movie is SO CUTE. It’s really only nominally a Christmas movie and easily watched anytime. Features an interracial sapphic couple!) 

TV Shows 

Love, Victor: Victor is a new student at Creekwood High School on his own journey of self-discovery, facing challenges at home, adjusting to a new city, and struggling with his sexual orientation (this is a spin-off of Love, Simon, and it’s very sweet and well done! Featuring a young gay man of color)

Sex Education:  A teenage boy with a sex therapist mother teams up with a high school classmate to set up an underground sex therapy clinic at school (this has multiple queer characters, including a featured young Black gay man and also in season 2 there is a side ace character!) 

Black Sails: I mean, do I even need to put a summary here? If you follow me you know that Black Sails is full of queer pirates, just queers everywhere.

Gentleman Jack:  A dramatization of the life of LGBTQ+ trailblazer, voracious learner and cryptic diarist Anne Lister, who returns to Halifax, West Yorkshire in 1832, determined to transform the fate of her faded ancestral home Shibden Hall (Period drama lesbians!!! A title sequence  that will make you gay just by watching!) 

Tales of the City (2019):  A middle-aged Mary Ann returns to San Francisco and reunites with the eccentric friends she left behind. "Tales of the City" focuses primarily on the people who live in a boardinghouse turned apartment complex owned by Anna Madrigal at 28 Barbary Lane, all of whom quickly become part of what Maupin coined a "logical family". It's no longer a secret that Mrs. Madrigal is transgender. Instead, she is haunted by something from her past that has long been too painful to share (this is based on a book series and it’s got lots of great inter-generational queer relationships!) 

The Haunting of Bly Manor:  After an au pair’s tragic death, Henry hires a young American nanny to care for his orphaned niece and nephew who reside at Bly Manor with the chef Owen, groundskeeper Jamie and housekeeper, Mrs. Grose (sweet, tender, wonderful lesbians. A bittersweet ending but this show is so so wonderful)

Sense8: A group of people around the world are suddenly linked mentally, and must find a way to survive being hunted by those who see them as a threat to the world's order (queers just EVERYWHERE in this show, of all kinds)

Books

Loveless by Alice Oseman:  Georgia has never been in love, never kissed anyone, never even had a crush – but as a fanfic-obsessed romantic she’s sure she’ll find her person one day. This wise, warm and witty story of identity and self-acceptance sees Alice Oseman on towering form as Georgia and her friends discover that true love isn’t limited to romance (don’t be turned off by this title, it’s tongue-in-cheek. This is a book about an aroace college girl discovering herself and centers the importance and power of platonic relationships! I have it on my TBR and have heard great things)

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters: Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. The only thing missing was a child. But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.Ames isn't happy either. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese—and losing her meant losing his only family. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby—and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it—Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family—and raise the baby together?This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel (again, don’t be thrown off by the title, it too, is tongue-in-cheek. This book was GREAT, and written by a trans women with a queer-and especially trans--audience in mind)

A Tip for the Hangman by Allison Epstein: A gay Christopher Marlowe, at Cambridge and trying to become England’s best new playwright, finds himself wrapped up in royal espionage schemes while also falling in love (this book is by a Twitter friend of mine, and it is a wonderful historical thriller with a gay man at the center).

Creatures of Will and Temper by Molly Tanzer: a very very queer remix of The Picture of Dorian Gray (which was already quite queer), featuring amazing female characters, a gay Basil, and a much happier ending than the original. 

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston: The gay prince of England and the bisexual, biracial first son of the president fall in love (think an AU of 2016 where a woman becomes president). Featuring a fantastic discovery of bisexuality, ruminations on grief, and just a truly astonishing book. One of my favorites!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston:  For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train (This is Casey McQuiston’s brand new novel featuring time-travel, queer women, and I absolutely cannot WAIT to read it)

The Heiress by Molly Greely: Set in the Pride and Prejudice universe, this takes on Anne de Bourg (Lady Catherine’s daughter), and makes her queer! 

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters:  Nan King, an oyster girl, is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act. At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins (Sarah Waters is the queen of historical lesbians. All of her books are good, and they’re all gay! The Paying Guests is another great one)

(On a side note re: queer books, there are MANY, these are just ones I’ve read more recently. Also there are a lot of indie/self-published writers doing great work writing queer books, so definitely support your local indie authors!) 

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i, a fan of superwholock, dissect and give my opinion on the individual shows

idk i thought this would be fun and i currently have 4-5 hours to kill soooo

let’s start with

doctor who

(only new who. i have not seen the older stuff :( )

k. so. i have been a fan of this since i was pretty young. honestly i think i was a little too young to be watching it when my mom first showed me it but that’s beside the point. basically: i really like dr who

this is probably the best show out of superwholock, both in my opinion and in general. however... i am going to be nitpicky bc why not

1. the canon. 

(yes the example is abt a dr who episode)

in short, the canon is comprised of a) retcons and b) contradictions. im not an avid follower of canon with any media but good god nobody can keep up with dr who canon

(i am blaming moffat bc i hate him and i think a lot of it is his fault anyway)

2. representation

honestly, the representation isn’t bad. however, i would describe it less as “good” and more as “a good starting point.”

for example, there is quite a bit of queer rep, POC rep, and a lot of characters are women. however, while this is nice, the show could still use a lot more rep, and the rep it has currently should probably be improved upon (for example: jack harkness is NOT straight, but he falls under the “multi-spec person wants to screw everyone” stereotype (i have not seen torchwood so this may be amended in that i just needed an example off the top of my head)).

3. story

some people yearn for romance. i yearn for the days when the doc would take their companion to some party, flirt with a tree, the companion almost dies while britney spears is playing in the background, etc. etc.

basically, the story starts out nice. just a bunch of goofing off, maybe a “big deal” thing here and there. life was fun.

then, the story changes. (this happened specifically from eleven onward, so yeah you can bet your ass im blaming moffat ‘cuz it’s his fault) things gradually became less fun. conspiracies ran amok; just when you thought it was over, turns out there’s an even bigger part of this plan that what you just defeated. the doc actually started caring about the timeline (what happened to time being wibbly wobbly?) sure, there are still fun episodes where the doc and the companion(s) go out for funsies but it’s just not the same as it was. 

4. morals

morals are good. basically:

you can have a dark past but still have a bright future, and

be kind

bonus 5. cowardice

at least one of the doctors played by one of the male actors should have worn a dress. there were plenty of opportunities but noooooo there’s a gender binary or something (like,,, they’re an alien????? if gender on gallifrey is the same as gender on earth i am going to fly to britain and drop kick some writers)

OVERALL

needs work, but p good and enjoyable.

~~~

now it’s time for 

sherlock

just. um. ohhh boy. basically

but i am going to do my best

1. representation

eugh. representation was baaaad in this. like, i think the only POC in the entire show that had any significance were the Chinese gang members and that is like,,, incredibly poor rep. i think the innkeepers in thob were gay but that’s as far as queer rep goes. there were a few women, i would die for all of them, we need more women. also the “im a high functioning sociopath” line makes me cringe everytime

basically this show had shit representation

2. john

okee he’s a great character right??? the common sense of the operation right??? wrong

he cheated on mary??? and we don’t address it like,,, at all??? it made me so fucking mad. 

(again fuck you moffat and gatiss probably had something to do with it too so im mad at him as well)

3. sherlock

classic “let’s make him a bitch” mistake. needs the stick surgically removed from his ass

4. story

story’s actually not that bad. it’s not like, great or anything but i enjoy it

bonus 5. ending

i just want to address it. i think the ending was p good and yall tjlc-ers are just upset that they didn’t bang or anything. they’re literally living in the same [two-room] flat??? and they’re raising rosie???? TOGETHER???? like what more do you want

anyway sherlock’s ace soooo

OVERALL

eh. needs LOTS of work. i love mrs hudson tho, she’s beautiful

~~~

and finally

supernatural

ohohoh. boooyyyy.

(plz forgive me this is so shitty but i threw it together in like,,, a minute)

1. story

aight so the first five seasons? p good. not much to say there

the other ten? the skill level of the writing went wayyyyyy down but i still enjoyed it

2. representation

this show is notorious for bad rep and for good reason. kevin, our beloved prophet and the only recurring asian-american character? dead. charlie, so nerdy and fun and also a lesbian? dead. castiel, the angel who was totally gay? dead. basically: if you find yourself in spn and you are not a straight white man, etc etc, you are going to a) die or b) die but in a worse way

3. mythology/treatment of religions

okay so. a while back i had a wicca/witchcraft hyperfixation which was closely followed by a general pagan religions hyperfixation, so i know some stuff here and there abt religions.

and good golly does this show make me MAD

why is christianity the central and most powerful religion? (i know why, it’s a rhetorical question) why do you demonize the other religions?? (again it’s rhetorical)

one thing that really annoys me is when they say something is a “pagan god.” like,,, do you know how many gods that contains??? if you didn’t know, a religion is considered pagan if it isn’t under the abrahamic religions umbrella. what are the abrahamic religions, you ask? well, they are christianity, judaism, and islam. literally every other religion ever is a pagan religion. so, when they say ��it’s a pagan god,” i cry.

back to demonizing... they literally made a greek muse eat someone. my greek mythology phase ended a long time ago and i didn’t really get into the muses but i am p sure they didn’t eat people. also the fact that it makes hoodoo look dark and stuff when it’s actually more abt peace and healing... i bet ten dollars it’s because hoodoo was created by enslaved african americans

there are so many examples of this show disrespecting religions... i just can’t

4. general notes

(for you himym fans: *saluting* general notes) (sorry i couldn’t resist)

-the filler episodes/episodes where random shit happened were the best

-the finale memes are *chef’s kiss*

-god there’s so much abt this show that i can’t even choose bc my brain is overloading

-am i glad amara wasn’t ganked at the end of s11? yes. am i happy about the dean/amara kiss? gods no

-john winchester 🤝 steven moffat: getting a spot on my “fuck you” list

OVERALL

there is just. so much improvement needed. however if there is an absolute shit show with likeable characters i tend to gravitate to it

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and for funsies let’s talk abt superwholock as a whole

-honestly im a sucker for crossover fandoms. if you scroll far enough on my blog you may find my rotbtd fanart. 

-it’s honestly just a fun idea

-there’s a lot of ways you could make it happen and all of them are fun

-great opportunities for rarepairs so rare no crackshipper has thought of it

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aight that’s it. thank you for reading! if you have any questions abt my opinions abt other aspects of the shows just ask, i like talking abt this

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Bonding Moments

Summary: After a hard day at work, Naomi bonds with an unlikely ally.

Pairing: Mentions of F!MC x Ethan, but mostly F!MC x Aurora friendship

Word Count: 3k+

So...this story took a completely unexpected turn and I think I’m going to add a part 2. But as always, let me know what you think!

Naomi really thought after a disastrous intern year that she’d have a handle working on the diagnostics team with Ethan. But it was hard, much harder than she anticipated. The tension in the air, the lingering glances, the unspoken words, the blurred lines that they constantly tiptoed, it was all becoming too much to handle.

It all came to a head on a fateful Friday. Naomi was having a really shitty day. On top of being exhausted from working over 19 hours straight, she and Ethan had been running tests on a patient—a 13 year old gymnast named Anna—all day, only to find out that she had an inoperable tumor growing on her spine.

This wasn’t the first patient Naomi lost, but it hit her harder than most. She barely made it out of Anna’s room after delivering the bad news before she started crying.

“Rookie?” Ethan started, catching her by the elbow.

“Sorry.” Naomi wiped her eyes hurriedly. “Sorry, just give me a minute, I’ll pull myself together.”

“Come with me,” Ethan said, his grip still on her elbow. He gently lead her to the privacy of his office, where she fully broke into sobs once the door was closed

Naomi sank into a chair and let her tears flow freely. What was the point in trying to stop them? Ethan slid a box of tissues in her direction. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I usually don’t cry, but I can’t help but feel bad,” Naomi continued with a shuddering breath. “She’s just a kid. She has her entire life ahead of her. Or had. She’s supposed to be getting ready for high school, and meeting new friends. And she and her parents put all of their trust into us and we failed them. I failed them.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. You did everything you could, but unfortunately this one is out of your control.”

“I still feel horrible.”

Ethan rounded his desk and crouched down next to Naomi. “I get it, I really do. When Delores died, it felt like a hole in the earth opened up and swallowed me. And I felt hopeless. It always hurts when there’s nothing we can do, but you can’t bog yourself down with guilt.”

Naomi knew Ethan was right, it still hurt. A lot. “I feel like there should be something I can do.”

“Right now, all you can do is make her as comfortable as possible, should she choose to stay here. If not, you let her go and live her life.”

They fell into a heavy silence, Naomi trying to regain her composure and Ethan rubbing soothing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. Naomi found herself relaxing. Her cries subsided, tampering down into a quiet whimper and the occasional hiccup.

“You think you’ll be okay for the rest of your shift?” Ethan asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah. It’s almost over thankfully.” She just had to get through the next hour without incident and she was free for the next two days.

Ethan reached out and swiped at Naomi’s cheek, catching the tears that had fallen. He leaned forward and placed a kiss at the crown of her head, his lips lingering there. Naomi sighed and leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. His hands were warm and his cologne was so intoxicating, she felt herself getting dizzy in his presence. All she wanted to do was lean forward and kiss him. It was too much. Too much closeness, too much intimacy and she was getting overwhelmed.

She abruptly pushed her chair back and stood up. “We need to stop.”

“Okay.”

“Ethan, what are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Look, I appreciate you comforting me, but we can’t do this. You put up a wall, you wanted boundaries, you wanted to keep this professional. This isn’t professional. So, you either want to be strictly co-workers, or not.”

He wished he it could that simple. He wished that his feelings for the stubborn and infuriatingly amazing resident were that black and white. “Rookie–”

“I’m in love with you,” Naomi confessed. “And I can’t keep doing this with you, these fleeting moments of intimacy. If I’m being honest with you, it’s torturing me.” 

Ethan felt like he had been hit with a semi-truck upon hearing Naomi’s words. All of the air had been sucked out of the room. 

“And I don’t know if you feel the same way or not, because of this push and pull we have going on. One day, I feel like we’re making progress and the idea of us maybe being together seems feasible, and then there are days where I feel like I’m interacting with a complete stranger. So for my own sanity, I need you to respect the boundaries you put in place. Please.”

“Of course.” Ethan cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m sorry.”

Naomi ignored his apology. She knew he truly felt sorry, but it didn’t bring her any solace. “I’m going to finish the rest of my shift. See you around, Dr. Ramsey.” And with that, Naomi scurried out of his office, not even bothering to look back.

~~~~~

And now here she was a few hours later, curled up in a throw blanket, eating a pint of ice cream at the kitchen island, The Notebook playing softly in the background for the millionth time. The apartment was quiet, thankfully. All of her roommates went bowling downtown, but she wasn’t up for it. She just wanted to wallow for the evening.

She heard a set of keys jingle and a few seconds later, Aurora walked in, a large reusable grocery bag in her hand. “Oh! Hey, I didn’t think you’d be home.”

“Hi,” Naomi greeted. Aurora dropped her bag onto the kitchen counter, and pulled out a few avocados, limes, an onion, garlic, cilantro, tomatoes, a bag of chips, and a few jalapeños. “Making guacamole?”

“Yeah. I’ve been craving some for the longest.”

“Cool.” Naomi didn’t say anything else after that. She just silently watched as Aurora washed her hands and meticulously prepared all of her ingredients. The girl was methodical in everything she did.

“You can taste test if you want,” Aurora offered, as she was mashing everything together. “I’m biased because I think everything I cook tastes amazing, but it’d be nice to have an outside opinion.”

“Oh, you do not have to tell me twice.” Naomi grabbed a chip and dipped it into the guacamole. She devoured the chip in on bite. 

“Well? Do you think I’m missing anything?”

“It’s perfect,” Naomi said, grabbing another chip.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Aurora smiled. “Thank you.”

“You should’ve told us you could cook a lot sooner,” Naomi continued. “Sienna’s getting burnt out as our resident chef.”

“Well, I can't reveal all of my magic at once. I like to keep an air of mystery around. Hell, you weren’t even supposed to find out, I thought I was going to be home alone tonight,”

“So did I. You didn’t want to go out with the rest of the roomies?”

Aurora scoffed. “Please, they wouldn’t want me there anyway.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I get it. I’m tolerated because I pay rent, not because you guys actually like me.”

“You don’t give us the chance to know or like you.”

“I wasn’t liked from day one.”

“You thought we weren’t going to like you or were just going to kiss your ass from day one, and because of that, you came into last year with a major chip on your shoulder.” Aurora opened her mouth to retort, but she quickly closed it once she realized she didn’t really have a defense. “You came in on the offense, claws out, snipping at us, don’t try to deny it.”

“Fine.”

“I get it.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I don’t talk a lot about this, but my grandfather was one of the first African American judges to serve for the federal district court in Maryland. My dad is an attorney, my mother runs a nonprofit in DC, my uncle has his own dental practice, one of my aunts teaches international politics at Georgetown, and the other is getting a PhD in clinical psychology at Northwestern. There’s absolutely no room for slacking in my family. It’s success, or nothing.”

“Wow. Impressive lineage, Valentine.”

“Trust me, I know what it’s like to come from an extremely high achieving family. I get what it’s like striving to be your best and having to go the extra mile to prove yourself in a country that looks down on black women. And I’m sure it’s not easy being the niece of one of the best surgeons in the country, a tidbit I tried to bond with you over on our first day, but you rebuffed me.”

Aurora’s cheeks got hot and Naomi could see them turning a light shade of red. “My first year of medical school, people only wanted to talk to me because I was Harper Emery’s niece. Hell, even the professors were kissing my ass. It’s not easy knowing who’s your friend and who’s using you, but it is easy pushing people away. And on top of that, I had her breathing down my neck every 2 seconds. It’s hard trying to carve out my own path.

“We didn’t care about you being Dr. Emery’s niece, well, I didn’t at least. Jackie might’ve had a hang up, but she would’ve gotten over it. The point I’m trying to make is that you need to let your guard down, just a little bit. And if you don’t, I’ll tear it down myself.”

Aurora laughed. “Is that a threat, Valentine?”

“More like a promise. I have a knack for breaking through people’s rough exteriors.”

“Through annoying stubbornness?”

“Yes.”

“That’s going to take a bit to get used to.”

“But it’ll happen.” 

Aurora rolled her eyes and ignored Naomi. “I got tequila too. Do you want any?”

“Oh my gosh, why didn’t you lead with that? I love tequila!”

Naomi ran to the other side of the kitchen, and rummaged through the cabinets until she found two shot glasses. Aurora produced a bottle of Patron from her bag and poured the shots. She also cut a few slices of lime and slid a salt shaker across the counter.

Naomi licked the back of hand and sprinkled a bit of salt onto the skin. She held up her shot glass and clinked it with Aurora’s. “Salut!” She licked the salt off of her hand and downed the shot in one swoop. Then she grabbed a lime wedge and sucked it.

“Dang.”

“I was the queen of body shots back in college.”

“And that doesn’t surprise me at all,” Aurora quipped. 

Four rounds of shots later, the ladies were still in the kitchen. The alcohol had completely lowered their inhibitions, and they were currently laughing over a bag of tortilla chips.

“You know what we should do?” Naomi started. “We should do face masks!”

“Do you have any?”

“No, but I can make one.” Naomi’s eyes scoured the kitchen, until they landed on a few extra avocados Aurora bought earlier. “Perfect, avocado and honey masks?”

“Avocado and honey?”

“Don’t judge. It’s a tried and true recipe of mine. Guaranteed to make your skin glow.”

“Fine. Do your worst.” Naomi got to cutting the avocados, while Aurora watched. “So, we know the reason I didn’t go bowling with everyone, but why didn’t you go? You’re like, the leader of this little motley crew.”

“Wasn’t in the mood. I had a...trying day.”

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I’m all ears.”

“One of my patients is dying. She has an inoperable tumor, and she’s only a kid.”

“I’m sorry.”

“And I nearly had a meltdown in the hallway, but Eth–Dr. Ramsey pulled me into his office and I cried it out there. And then things snowballed.”

“How?”

Naomi took a deep breath. “I’m swearing you to secrecy. I invoking Super Serious Roomie Confidentiality. What is said and seen in this apartment, must stay in this apartment.”

“Fine, fine, I promise not to say anything.”

“Do you pinky swear?”

Aurora stuck out a pinky and interlocked it with Naomi’s. “Pinky swear.”

“So...I slept with Dr. Ramsey.”

Aurora didn’t say anything for a long time. She just stared ahead at Naomi, almost as if she was looking through her. “I’m sorry, what? Is the alcohol playing tricks on me? Did I hear that correctly? You and Dr. Ramsey?”

“Yes.”

“What? Like….wh...how? What?” Aurora shook her head. “Naomi, I’ve never been rendered speechless before. Wow. You’re sleeping with Ramsey?”

“Slept. I slept with Ramsey, past tense.”

“Oh my god, I knew you were his favorite intern in our cohort, but–”

“No, don’t do that. I didn’t sleep with him to get a leg up in the competition. He wasn’t even working at Edenbrook when it happened the first time.”

“The first time? You slept with him more than once?”

“Twice. We slept together twice.”

“This just gets better and better. Was is...good? Is he good? Did he go down on you? Did you do it in his office?”

“Aurora!” Naomi snapped. “Stop asking questions!”

Aurora held her hands up in mock surrender. “You opened the floodgates! You can’t drop a bomb like that and expect me to not have questions. So spill, at least tell me what happened?”

“The first time was a few days before my hearing. We had spent a lot of time together, bonding over working on Dr. Banerji, and I was there for him when his friend Delores passed away. It had been building and building and building, and we almost slept together in Miami, but he stopped it.”

“What?”

“He said it wouldn’t be ethical since he was my attending and I was competing to be on the diagnostics team. So we had to carry around the weight of what almost happened, on top of our Banerji secret. And then he quit. He left Edenbrook without any regard. I was very confused and heartbroken. But Jackie and Sienna told me to reach out, so I went over to his apartment, and we had a huge argument, and then we had sex.”

“And I thought it was the end of us hurtling past each other,” Naomi continued. “I thought it would be the start of some type of relationship, but Dr. Emery gave him his job back. So we had one more night for the hell of it. And then Dr. Banerji promoted Ethan to head of the diagnostics team, and he gave me a spot on it, to our shock. And dismay. Now Ethan is my direct supervisor, so we’ve been trying to act like nothing happened. But it’s hard to do that, because we keep having these moments.”

Naomi couldn’t help but think of all the time she and Ethan spent together. Bonding at the baseball game, watching over little Ethan in the NICU, him taking her to the opera and then making out with her, her making him her (world famous) hangover helper. All of it. All of those big and little moments are what made this hurt so much more. “I wish I could say it was just sex, that he was a guy and I was a girl and we just wanted to fuck each other. I mean, we did, but—”

“You’re in love with him,” Aurora concluded, staring at Naomi with rapt attention. “And now that I know everything, it’s written all over you.”

Naomi blinked hard, trying to will away the tears that were threatening to fall. “I am. I even told him that today. It’s the reason I didn’t want to go out with everyone else.”

“You know what I think?” Aurora asked rhetorically. “I think guys are stupid. You have to lead them to the water and shove it into their mouths.”

“What?” That managed to get a chuckle out of Naomi. “That’s not how the saying goes, at all.”

“The point I’m trying to make is you need to give Ramsey an ultimatum. March right into his office and say, ‘I love you, and I think you love me too. So fuck ethics, and let’s stop playing around and give this thing a real shot, or don’t ever speak to me in a non professional capacity ever again,’ plain and simple.” Aurora gasped. “Call him now!”

“Now?”

“Why not?”

“He could still be working. And I don’t want to have such a serious conversation over the phone.”

“Stop being such a baby, Valentine. Man up.”

“I’ll talk to him eventually. I want to do it with a clear head. And I don’t even know what I’m going to say to him.”

“Don’t rehearse a grand speech. And don’t wait for the right moment. Life is messy, there will never be a perfect time to do anything.”

Naomi knew Aurora was right, but she was scared. “Okay, no more talking about Ethan tonight. It’s face mask time.”

Aurora poured them both another shot. “Geez, Valentine, your life is like a soap opera.”

“Oh please, Grey’s Anatomy wishes they could supply this type of drama,” Naomi teased.

“You got that right.”

Naomi went back to mixing the ingredients for the face masks, while Aurora sat patiently. She had never done things like this when she was younger, so she didn’t know what to expect. 

The front door opened and in walked all of their roommates, plus Bryce and Rafael. They were talking and laughing animatedly, but that all stopped when they saw Aurora and Naomi together in the kitchen.

“Hey guys!” Naomi greeted cheerfully. “How was bowling?”

“I kicked major ass,” Bryce boasted. “But that shouldn’t shock you.”

“Oh please.” Jackie rolled her eyes. “He was alright.”

“Jackie, you got like, 3 gutter balls in a row,” Bryce said. “As long as I was better than you, I consider it a victory.”

“So what are you guys doing?” Sienna asked Naomi and Aurora, pivoting the conversation in a new direction.

“Eating guacamole, getting drunk,” Naomi replied. “Making avocado face masks.”

Bryce gasped. “Face masks without me?” Everyone turned to look at Bryce. “What? You think my face is this perfect without a meticulous skincare routine?”

“So you two have been hanging out together?” Jackie prodded. “All night?”

Naomi nodded. “Yeah. Guys, Aurora is a roomie now. She’s one of us, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

Jackie rolled her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. She’s part of the gang. We got off on the wrong foot, we misjudged her, she misjudged us, but we’re putting it behind us.”

Aurora sighed. “Look, I’m...sorry. I didn’t give you guys the best first impression of me. I’ve been a lone wolf for so long, and I’m so used to being used and judged because of my last name, I shut people out. I don’t trust easily, which is something I’m willing to work on.”

Jackie visibly deflated at Aurora’s admission. “I guess I didn’t really think of it like that. I was so wrapped up in the competition, I just thought the worst of you, and assumed your aunt was pulling strings. Which was very unfair of me.”

Sienna nodded. “And we didn’t didn’t make matters much better. We stoked the flames every chance we got.”

“So can we all call a truce and get along?” Naomi suggested.  “We’re roommates and coworkers, we might as well make the best of the situation.”

Aurora nodded. “I can do that.”

“So can I,” Jackie agreed.

“Us too,” Elijah added. “Welcome to the gang, Aurora. We do Sunday brunches, and go to extreme lengths to make each other happy.”

“Awww guys,” Bryce cooed, miming wiping a tear from his eye. “This is so beautiful.”

“Shut it, Lahela.”

Bryce ignored Jackie, and stretched out his arms. “This calls for a group hug.”

“No,” Aurora deadpanned.

“You’re a part of the gang now, Aurora,” Sienna said. “We hug it out.”

Everyone crept in on Aurora, pulling her into a very tight group hug. After a few seconds, she spoke up, “So how long do these group hugs last?”

“Just enjoy it, Emery.”

A few seconds later, everyone untangled their limbs and stepped back, giving each other personal space.

Naomi clapped her hands together. “Okay, everyone get comfortable. We’re doing face masks and tequila shots!”

While everyone was settling in and getting comfortable for the rest of the night, Naomi felt her cell phone buzz a few times. She dug into the pocket of her sweatpants and pulled it out. She had 3 new text messages, all from Ethan.

Ethan: Naomi, usually I would never text, but I figured if I called, you might not answer. I just want to say I’m sorry. I never want you to feel any type of hurt or pain, and I especially never want to be the cause of it. My feelings for you are extremely complex yet, very simple at the same time, and I know it feels like I’m jerking you around, but that’s just because I’ve never been in a situation like this. I thought if I pushed you away, the feelings would go away, but that’s not the case. What I feel for you is all-consuming and all encompassing, and it terrifies me.

Ethan: Sorry, if it seems like I’m rambling right now. I’m writing this in a rush because if I think about it for too long, I might lose my nerve and backtrack. 

Ethan: What I’m trying to say is I think I love you, too.

Naomi’s eyes widened at the last message. “Well fuck.”

[belauriette]

Chosen (Part 2)

Black Panther fanfiction 

Summary: N’Jadaka yearns to leave a part of him behind.

Pairing: N’Jadaka x OC (Akoya Boahinmaa)

OC (black, plus size)

No warnings, just fluff..I may add some smut in the next part

I don’t know how to link properly. Here is Part 1 - http://belauriette.tumblr.com/post/173997692238/belauriette-chosen-summary-njadaka-yearns-to

"What is your name?"

"My name is Ayoka Boahinmaa."

"Beautiful name. What does it mean?"

"Ayoka means a joy bringer and Boahinmaa means one who has left her community." He waits for more explanation, but she is not ready to give that story. "It's a long story."

"Well, my name means simply one who sees the truth."

"Ayoka Boahinmaa, I would like to take you out to dinner, but I don't have much time to court you properly.

"What is the rush?" He ignores the question.

"Can I offer you something to eat from the kitchen?" she nods. N'Jadaka sends word to the chef to bring something special.

Not that Ayoka doesn't feel like she would make an awesome lover for any man. This man is the King of Wakanda. She couldn't help wondering out loud, "Why me?"

N'Jadaka seemed to be shocked by her question. "I like your energy. You make me feel good; at ease. And, you are gorgeous; my kind of beautiful. I don't expect you to fall in love with me overnight or anything, but I must warn you," he says smugly. "I expect that you will fall and there will be animalistic lovemaking, marriage, and babies."

"Whoa! In that order?!, Ayoka jokes. "You have all this figured out."

"What would be your preferred order?"

Looking directly into his eyes, Ayoka says, "animalistic lovemaking." *long silence*

N'Jadaka laughs hardily.

"Hey. I've never had sex with a western foreigner. I'm curious."

"Well, they say in my country that curiosity killed the cat and I assure you I plan to," N'Jadaka says with a sly grin. "You don't want to have my babies?"

"Honestly, I've never pictured my life with babies. And, marriage is an unnecessary technicality."

"Nah, that's just because you never met me."

Smiling at his cockiness, "Why are you so interested in starting a family?"

His whole demeanor changed. "I'm afraid I may not be around long. I must leave a part of me behind."

"Are you ill?"

"No. Some of your people are not happy I have taken over the throne, you know, killed the King. They don't agree with my plans for Wakanda refusing to listen to reason. My way is the only way."

"What way is that?"

"Liberation through war. Freedom must be taken.'

"I don't understand. Our people are already free."

"Yes. Wakandans think they are free and safe; their freedom is based on a fallacy. The fallacy that is hidden in this pseudo-freedom. They have believed in this way of thinking for centuries; to hide in plain sight while the rest of the world burns. Many black people across the African diaspora are not free due to lack of resources. Our people have been kidnapped, sold, enslaved, killed, and under continuous discrimination. They are in desperate need of Wakanda's help. Acquiring the throne was the only way to bring aide to my people. America is sick with racism and my fellow African-Americans are suffering tremendously. I feel like I'm talking too much. How do you spend your days?"

I force myself not to flood him with questions. "Well, my life is not as politically driven. I am a piano instructor. I teach 4th to 7th graders at the local preparatory school how to play the piano."

"Why piano?"

"The piano was my father's, first love. He insisted that I learn under his tutelage. Luckily, I grew to love it and now I can't live without it. Unfortunately, he is unable to play piano like he did when he was younger. Do you want to learn to play the piano? I provide private one on one lessons."

He smiles, "nah, I'm musically inept. Believe me. There is no hope for me."

"You would be surprised. I've heard I'm quite magical. There has never been a student incapable of learning under my instruction."

"You are so sexy. "

"Why do you say that?", while blushing.

"Your confidence. It's always been my weakness. It can be hard to find a woman with true confidence back home. Our society does not encourage unapologetic black women to be confident, especially not plus size women."

"Plus size? What does that mean?"

N'Jadaka realizes that Ayoka doesn't understand some of the American vernacular. "A woman's size is heavily policed and judged in my country. Women feel so much pressure to be thin that many opt to get surgery to change their appearance. Europeans dominate media. They flood our minds with images of white beauty standards. Even our hair in its natural state is frowned upon when attempting to attain employment."

Ayoka gives all of this a lot of thought. His home sounds so sad and oppressive.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. The chef brought an array of traditional West African dishes; jollof rice, beef, plantain, fufu, peanut soup, and puff puff for dessert. N'Jadaka waits patiently while she washes your hands in the bowl of water sent with the dinner and then he does the same. The King waits while she picks out her dinner choices. He went for the obvious; jollof rice, beef, plantain. She eats her fufu and peanut soup for in silence; digesting their previous intense conversation. She looks up and catches him watching her dipping her fufu in the peanut soup. "Do you want to try my food?"

He looks up with mischievous eyes. "As a matter of fact, I do. But, I'm not sure how to eat it properly. Show me."

What a shame. She moves closer to him, she pulls a piece of fufu from her plate and then dips it into the peanut soup. She slowly brings it to his mouth. Staring at her he eats the food right from her fingers. She waits to see if he likes it, "Nandi, kunene?" And, then he leans in to kiss her gently on the mouth. "Indeed, delicious." She is shocked that he knows her language.

She pulls her focus from his piercing eyes. "Now, you try it. You must use your fingers."

He leans over to pull a piece of fufu from her plate, dips it into her peanut soup and brings it to her mouth. "Zidla." Her heart is racing and embarrassed at the possibility that she may have sucked his fingers a second too long. She looks down blushing and clears her throat. "Well, as you can see I love to eat."

"I see. I love to eat as well," grinning.

He brings her attention back to the puff puff waiting to be devoured. "Let's not forget dessert." They both stare at each other hungrily.

@babygirl-bri @babygirlofwakanda 

[memphisdepayff21]

Intro

Kari

“Sire...Hey baby!”

I smiled as my son  walked in with my best friend and a Chic-fil-a meal in his hand. Placing my receipt book down, I stooped down to his level, kissing him up.

“How school go?”

“Good. Mimi got me chigga fil a”

I laughed, looking up at Melissa and mouthing a thank you. My hours are long, I’m a single mother, a single women, and my family is..... inconsistent. And not that  it’s their job but a little help would be great.

“Alrght, go sit in fi mi office. We leave soon”

He nodded, walking off with his Ipad and food in his hand and to my office.\

“You think you can fix this glue before you leave girl?”

Melissa questioned. I laughed and nodded my head.

“I can fix it now Sit”

She smiled and hopped in my chair.

I’m a hairstylist in New York. The first African-American/ Italian Salon owner and Barbershop on t6his block. I built it from the ground up. Literally. I bought the building, fixed it up,  bought all equipment. I don’t owe anybody, but everybody owes me. I rent my booths out to stylist and barbers, and I own 5 investment properties in New York.

My prices for hair are as such:

Leave out’s are $140, Frontal Sew Ins are $180, Closure Sew Ins are $140, Bob leave outs are $150, $360 Frontal Sew Ins are $200, High and Low ponytails are $100, Sweep ponytails with tracks is $120, and so and and so forth. I also make wigs which can goo for $300-$400. And if I install it, it’s $80 extra. Plus my classes which are $1200. Sounds like a lot put bitches go crazy for my styles, wigs, and classes. I walk out and make at least $4,000 a day. And that’s on a slow day. It’s a blessing to be in the position I’m in, I’ve done celebrities head as well, I say local, but I’m well know and travel for certain clients like Ari Fletcher, Toya Carter, Tiny Harris. Nothing crazy, but I’m trying to make my way up the ladder.

“Thank you for picking Sire u-”

“Girl, we’re sisters. It’s nothing. How’ve you been?”

I exhaled. I try not to complain about much, I just take it all in stride and know God is working.

“I’m good, you know. I get lonely. But I’m blee-”

“Hello... Is this Sire’s?”

A older women spoke as she walked in. I meant to lock that shit. 

“Yes ma’am, it is. But I’m close-”

“Oh please love. If you could do my hair. My son has a brunch set for me tomorrow and I’m out of options”

I exhaled. Tired, and ready to get my baby home, I wanted to say no. But she was so sweet and respectful with how she asked. I nodded. 

“Yes ma’am. I can help you”

8:59 pm

“You can be my honey?”

“What’s a honey?”

Mrs. Phylicia spoke to Sire as he sat in her lap, talking her head off. But she loved it, and was soaking it all up.

“Hayden calls his grandma, Honey. You can be my honey”

She laughed, looking at me and I laughed and shook my head.

“Sire.... you’re tired. And Mrs. Phylicia, we are all done”

Turing her around, she looked at her hair and her mouth dropped.

“Wow... thank you baby. This is beautiful”

“It is beautiful honey”

She laughed, rubbing cheek then looking back at me.

“How would you like to attend my birthday brunch. I’d love to have you two. It’s the least I could do for taking up your time”

“Oh no, we’d had to intrude”

She smiled and shook her head.

“No intrusion at all. Please”

Rasheed

“Baby, I’ll be glad when you buy a home. 90 flights up gives me anxiety”

My mother spoke across from me as she sipped her wine. My dad looked up at the sky and shook his head.

“He’s a bachelor hunny\. Why would he need a home right now”

Nothing my head, I thanked my chef as she handed me an other glass of wine then looked at my mom.

“Exactly, bachelor... I’m living my best life”

“Don’t you want a family baby? Shoot I want some grandkids”

She was pressed more than me. But to answer that, of course I did. But in my position. It’s hard to know whats real and whats fake. I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself. I’m Rasheed Ali Bailon

Thanks to my real father’s inheritance, my mother, and my skill at being really good at keeping and saving money, I’ve extended my money to the next degree. I was at first worth only $198 Billion. Now, as of today, I’m worth $250 Billion

I found out my pops was a fucking Billionaire. I was his side chick child. Had when he cheated on his wife. All these years I thought he just didn’t give a fuck about me. But he wrote letters for me every year and had them put aside. He passed 2 years ago and left me everything. His $198 billion company and all of his billions to me solely. ME. A poor ass kid from The BX. I’m 22 and a Billionaire. He had 5 kids total and a wife and left it to me, all of it. Every single penny. They got the house and a car or two, but fuck it, I’ve bought that time 1000.

The money ain’t changed me though, Just made me smarter. My circle got smaller, my time is a bit busier, and I’ve invested in a fleet of jets, yachts, buildings, residentials, shit the building I live in, I own. I’m blessed. 

I am the CEO Of previous Toussaint Incorporation, It’s now Bailon Incorporation. I was also grated the right to change the name. We invests in and hold dozens of major public and private companies. As part of our portfolio, my company also owns and operates several self-titled companies, including Bailon Home Services of America and Bailon Direct Insurance Company.

But apart from our branded companies, Bailon does a bit more than provide insurance. In 2017, Bailon companies and holdings contribute a variety of commodities and services to the market - including producing computers and electronic products, providing insurance, producing clothing, serving food products, automotive products and services and much more. Although Toussaint Inc. originally started out primarily in the textile industry, I’ve grown to make it become a conglomerate that invests in a diverse group of major companies and provides the prime example of my famous value investing strategy.  

I have 100% ownership in multimillion and billion dollar companies. And not all of them are the same. I’ll name a few. For starters, Billups Brick Company, it’s construction, I own it 100%. AlterLinks, Electric Transmission, I own it 100%, and it’s also a  subsidiary of Bailon Energy. I mean the list is long, jewelry, auto sales, utilities, Insurance, Bond Insurance, Media,  Logistics, Food and Beverage, Pipeline, Clothing, Luxury, Jets, Furniture, Sports Equipment,  Pharmaceuticals, Materials and Construction, as I said before the list exceeds my age of life. Plus more.

Once again, I’ll say I’m blessed. I bought my mother a house, she’s well off even though she’s always been her own hustler. The lavish life is the shit, I’ll admit. But a nigga has had his fair share of lame females and one night stands, so much so that I’m ready to settle down. Just hanging with the niggas gets bored. I want a wife, a daughter or a son. Mostly a daughter though.

“Yeah, one day. Not now. I haven’t come across any one that grabs my attention”

“Well it’s coming. I’ve prayed on it, I heard the lord say it. It’s coming. Also, I’ve invited a person to my brunch tomorrow”

I raised a eyebrow. A friend? I’ve planned this thing for 2 months, from what she told me, no adjustments needed to be made.

“Who?”

“Does it matter, a extra 2 will be there. It’s going to be grand”

[charbear177]

10 Chick Flick Movies To Watch When Feeling Heartbroken

Whether you are nursing a broken heart, feeling sad and lonely, or just needing a good chick flick to remind you that you can make it through, I have the list for you. Although all of these movies, and the women in the movies, are very different, they are all experiencing the love struggle.

We all go through it at some point in our lives. Breakups are hard, divorce is devastating, and unrequited love feels like torture. When you are feeling down, or sad, and just need a little something to get you out of your funk, I recommend the below list of chick flicks.

10 Chick Flick Movies To Watch

Under The Tuscan Sun - A writer impulsively buys a villa in Tuscany in order to change her life.

Based on the life experience of the author Frances Mayes, this movie will take you from the heartbreak and despair of divorce, to love and romance, and all the in betweens that come with moving on and finding yourself. 

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Take away from Under The Tuscan Sun is that sometimes what seems like the worst thing to ever happen to you, can turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to you. Breakups are hard, but necessary at times to shed our old selves and find our happy.

Waiting To Exhale - Based on Terry McMillan's novel, this film follows four very different African-American women and their relationships with the male gender.

The single life can be sad and lonely, and so can married life. What I love about this movie is that it shows you that there is no formula, or one way to find happiness. Married life in rich suburbia can turn out to be just as painful and unfulfilling as a life of sleeping around with lots of men hoping someone will love you.

Take away from Waiting To Exhale is to never give up, and know that it is never too late to start over. As scary as the thought is that you may be alone, or that you may not find the "one", you will never know if you do not put yourself out there.

Bridget Jones’s Diary - A British woman is determined to improve herself while she looks for love in a year in which she keeps a personal diary.

Bridget is a bit of a flake, who struggles with her weight, and has body issues. I think many of us can relate to her. She unfortunately falls for the wrong guy, essentially choosing the bad boy over a really good man, only to potentially lose everything.

Take away from Bridget Jones's Diary is to look inward, not outward for happiness and validation. Once Bridget worked on her self and started to feel confident in who she was, she was able to make better life decisions, and find real love.

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How Stella Got Her Grove Back - Stella Payne is a very successful 40-year-old stockbroker raising her son, Quincy, and living in Marin County, California, who is persuaded by her best friend from college, Delilah Abraham, to take a well-deserved, first-class vacation to Montego Bay, Jamaica. As she soaks in the beauty of the island, she encounters a handsome young islander, Winston Shakespeare, who is twenty years younger.  Wikipedia

Stella is an uptight professional who takes a chance on a romance with a much younger man, who seems to be her soulmate. With problems at work, and her son spending time with his father, a getaway is just what Stella needed to destress, but falling in love was not on her itinerary. 

Take away from How Stella Got Her Groove Back is to be open and willing to take chances. Of course it is possible things will not work out, but you will never know if you do not try.

Bridesmaids - Competition between the maid of honor and a bridesmaid, over who is the bride's best friend, threatens to upend the life of an out-of-work pastry chef. IMDB

Forever the bridesmaid never the bride is a fear that many women have. Not everyone wants to get married, but most of us do not want to be alone, or feel like we will never experience that special kind of love.

Take away from Bridesmaids is that things change, life can be unfair, you cannot force things, and sometimes everything goes wrong at the same time. You cannot force friendships, and you cannot force relationships. And more importantly, don't be afraid to ask for help when you are going through it, and remember you will come out of it on the other side better and stronger.

Girls Trip - When four lifelong friends travel to New Orleans for the annual Essence Festival, sisterhoods are rekindled, wild sides are rediscovered, and there's enough dancing, drinking, brawling, and romancing to make the Big Easy blush. IMDB

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Life happens and many of us long for the simpler times before there was divorce, cheating spouses, and debt collectors calling. This movie is great comic relief, with some real life stuff we can all relate to on some level.

Take away from Girls Trip is that while we are all entitled to our privacy, and to discuss our woes in our own time, hiding truths and lying to yourself and your loved ones is not the answer. All truths are eventually revealed, but you may find relief in sharing your heartaches, sadness, and struggles with others sooner rather than later.

Romancing The Stone - A mousy romance novelist sets off for Colombia to ransom her kidnapped sister, and soon finds herself in the middle of a dangerous adventure hunting for treasure with a mercenary rogue. IMDB

Romancing The Stone is one my favorite movies because it really is like a romance novel come to life. Joan Wilder initially seems really passive and weak, but it is not long before you see that she is wild, and spirited, and longing for adventure.

Take away from Romancing The Stone is step out of your comfort zone, and just go with what feels right. You might be surprised, and might even surprise yourself.

Dirty Dancing - Spending the summer at a Catskills resort with her family, Frances "Baby" Houseman falls in love with the camp's dance instructor, Johnny Castle. IMDB

Dirty Dancing is one of those movies I could watch all of the time. I love seeing the romance and feelings grow between Baby and Johnny. They are so different in many ways, but Baby is tough and a fighter, so you can see some possibilities. For me, one take away from this movie is that you can have something lovely and wonderful, but not all things are meant to last.

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If I am being completely honest, Johnny and Penny seemed to be in love and just didn’t realize it. I know no one wants to hear that, but Penny and Johnny had off the charts chemistry. Another take away is that sometimes we are looking in the wrong direction, and can miss someone right in front of us.

Pretty Woman - A man in a legal but hurtful business needs an escort for some social events, and hires a beautiful prostitute he meets... only to fall in love. IMDB

Pretty Woman is most certainly not your typical fairytale, but still swoon worthy in many ways. Julia Roberts’ character Vivian is very sweet despite her occupation, and Richard Gere is rich and handsome, but somewhat emotionally unavailable.

Take away from watching Pretty Woman is that no matter how much you are hurting or how bad you think life sucks at the moment, it could be worse, you could be “tuting” to make a living.

Never Been Kissed - A newspaper reporter enrolls in high school as part of research for a story.

Never Been Kissed is a sweet, teeny, somewhat mean girl movie with Drew Barrymore. Josie is now an adult, but in high school she was smart, socially awkward, and horribly bullied. Returning to high school gives her an opportunity for a do over, but also brings up painful memories.

Take away from Never Been Kissed is to be brave, stand up for yourself, and go after what you want. We all have fears of failure, and fears of rejection, but isn't it better to take a chance than to live with regrets?

These movies are really great to watch anytime actually, but they are also great reminders that sometimes you have to go through it, to get through it.Life and relationships do not always turn out as we hoped or even imagined, but the great thing is that sometimes they turn out better.

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No. 2: Alexis

How would you describe yourself in terms of identities and activism?

I am a bisexual Afro-Latina from a mixed-race family. So that basically encompasses all of what I’m into when it comes to activism. Talking about the African diaspora, showing that blackness is not a monolith, we have our culture all across the world and all different continents.  Since I’m bisexual I focus a lot on LGBT issues. I educate myself more about that now, because I do hold privilege within that community as a bisexual in a straight relationship.

How does your activism influence your work? Does it influence your day to day?

Oh definitely. So, I am a museum professional, I work at the Baltimore Museum of Industry. I’m a marketing coordinator and museum educator, so a lot of my activism I also use for the work that I do in the museums. Because museums are traditionally very very white spaces, you don’t see a lot of people who look like me working in them, especially higher up positions. With marketing, I get to control what the face of the museum looks like. When you walk into my museum, you’ll see a lot of white faces on the wall, but there are small things like the “please touch” signs in our museum have brown hands in them. When I make posters or flyers, I make sure that they feature a diversity of people.

Since my museum is kind of small, I get to work in all of the departments, work with everyone. I even get to work with exhibits right now. I’m helping with the Reframing the Narrative project where we’re focusing on incorporating more people of color into my museum. I get to help design what the exhibit looks like. So I definitely lean a lot on my identities to make sure they are represented within my museum. But not just my identities. I study up on Asian American history and industry, I study up on indigenous American history because I know what it feels like to be left out, so it’s kind of my responsibility to help open the doors for other identities and communities.

Are most of your co-workers white?

Yes.

Do you feel they contribute to the work or come to you with ideas? Or do they expect you to do it because you’re the black person?

So originally, I was leaned on a lot when I started working there because I was so open about it and they were like “oh she knows what she’s doing!”

But even though my museum is majority white, a lot of my white co-workers have been very welcoming and open to unlearning white and euro-centric museum practices. And they’ve been very open to making sure our museum is more inclusive and making sure our programming and who we are reaching out to is more diverse and that we have more equitable practices to start changing what our predecessors have done with the museum.

I will say that we’re pretty liberal people. My director’s black lives matter statement was [chef’s kiss]  beautiful

I’m sure you’ve noticed that a lot of the faces at the forefront of this movement, and others, have been black women. What are your thoughts on that role we often play?

When it comes to civil rights, human rights, when it comes to the African diaspora, black women have always been there. It’s just facts, we’ve always been in the lead. Specifically with the civil rights movement, black women were at the forefront but they were often pushed aside often overshadowed by people like MLK, Malcom X and other NAACP leaders. Black women were always there. Always doing the brunt of the work. And I feel like now, because gender norms have kind of changed, we can be more out there, we have more freedom. We have more accessibility to jobs and to platforms. That’s why it might seem like now, okay, black women are really here. Whereas back then, you know you’re a secretary or you do laundry.

Let’s talk about the George Floyd video. We’ve all seen instances like this, black men brutalized and murdered by police. When you saw this most recent video, was there anything about it that made you expect things might be different?

No. I watched video and of course it kills me every time. When you see something like that it hurts every time. It makes you mad every time. But that’s every time. That video wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t anything different than what has been happening. So I just expected it to have a twitter buzz and then die down. I had no idea that we would be on, what, week three of protests with thousands and thousands of people. Not just in every state in the United States but in different countries as well. I have no idea what made this different from the other ones, but I’m glad.

And what do you think about the global response?

I think it’s crazy. Because it connects us all together and now that we’re seeing murals and we’re seeing other people from different countries stand up for what African Americans are going through, I’m starting to also learn more about race relations in those other countries. Especially in the UK, about police brutality in London. And they’re like we have George Floyds in London. We have George Floyds in Paris. So they’re showing that this is not just an American issue, that this affects all of us. It’s sad, but it’s exciting.

Do you feel supported in your activism?

I feel supported with friends, I feel supported with my partner and my immediate family. I mentioned before that I’m mixed race. My mother is white and Afro-Peruvian and my dad is African American. On my mom’s side is usually where I get the push back. But my immediate family, they’re down for the cause. My grandmother is white and she’s like “Nah we’re not doing this. Black lives matter!” A lot of my family are educators as well. I’m glad that I have a very diverse group of supporters within my inner circle.

The response you got must have been really different before though, when not everyone was on this Black Lives Matter train, when support wasn’t as widespread. How are things different from then?

Recently I’ve had a lot more white supporters, white strangers reach out to me saying “Hey can I donate for you,” (since I’m broke) or they want to start petitions on issues that I helped inform them on. It’s been really, really cool and it’s been strange because I’ve gotten most of the blow back from black men. Because there are arguments on what fits into black lives matter.

That’s why we get Black Trans Lives matter. That’s why we say All Black Lives matter. But if you’re going to say it, you need to make sure you’re there for black women. And not just black women with looser curl patterns and lighter skin. You need to be there for darker skinned black women. You need to be there for black trans men and trans women. Or black lives that have disabilities. Because a lot of what the media is covering is just black men. A lot people think the movement is just for black men, and that’s not it. When we say black lives we don’t just mean black men or black boys. We mean anyone with melanin!

How are you sleeping lately?

I’m not sleeping. Usually I fall asleep around ten. I’m an old lady. 10 o’clock, I’m out. But recently I’ve been staying up until 2-3 in the morning. On the weekends sometimes 5 in the morning because I’m on social media, watching videos, reading articles, listening to podcasts. I’m completely immersing myself. I can’t fall asleep because it’s all I’m thinking about.

And how often do you log off?

I’m always logged in. Even when I’m working for my museum I’m logged in. We just had the supreme court rule that it was illegal to discriminate based on gender identity or sexual orientation. My job is at The Museum of Industry, we are the museum of work, so that relates to what we’re talking about. I made sure I put that article up there, I made sure that I’m making posts for them. Making sure that I’m talking about Black Lives Matter. So whether I’m working, whether I’m off the clock I’m always logged in. Even when I take breaks I’m watching documentaries with my mom. We love watching Patriot Act with Hasan Minhaj.

Alexis Ojeda-Brown is a graduate from the University of Maryland with a bachelors in English literature, History, and a certificate in African American Studies. She is a museum educator and marketing coordinator for the Baltimore Museum of Industry.  Alexis is an advocate for making museums diverse, equitable, and inclusive spaces and hopes to use her platform to encourage more Black youth to get into museum and preservation work.

To find out how to support some of her causes or just give her a tip for her time, visit kinfolx-lexi.carrd.co

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The Tristan Chord, chapter 15

[Edited to fix typos, thank you @farminglesbian, and to change a musical selection that came to me out of the blue.]

xv. the book of miracles

The tragedy isn’t that love doesn’t last. The tragedy is the love that lasts. —Shirley Hazzard, The Transit of Venus

“High fructose corn syrup.”

The phrase, dropped like a gauntlet at dinner, brings idle conversation to a halt. It is spoken by Lawrence, who points in a very melodramatic j’accuse fashion at Flora.

In turn, Flora blinks at him slowly, decides he’s playing at something, and giggles.

Why do I not have normal children? Caroline wonders. One is terrified of Latin and cries at soppy commercials on telly, the other apparently hears voices and is seriously considering going to clown school. The jury, however, is still out on Flora. Please be normal, she silently begs the child. If I screw you up somehow, I won’t be able to bear it. Meanwhile the others assembled around the table—Alan, Celia, and Greg—stare at her, awaiting a Solomon-like proclamation on Lawrence’s bizarre declaration.

Caroline makes them wait. She gulps wine, girds her loins, and unfurls a mighty sigh. “What are you on about?” she asks Lawrence.

“She said it.” Lawrence wags his finger at his sister. “The other day. Quite clearly, I might add. At breakfast, I swear she was looking right at the cornflakes box—”

Greg gasps. “You didn’t let her eat any of those, did you?”

“What? No.” Irritated at the interruption, Lawrence screws up his face in a profoundly unattractive fashion, the expression on a scatological scale somewhere in the not-so-vast plane between taking a shit and actually smelling one.

“Good,” Greg says, “because they do have high fructose corn syrup in them. Corn flakes are the devil.”

God, I am going to be completely pissed before this night is over if this keeps up, Caroline thinks as she polishes off her second glass of wine. “Can I quote you on that?”

“That’s not the point,” Lawrence says. “The point is, like, totally out of the blue, she just says ‘high fructose corn syrup.’ Just like that. And I was like, ‘What did you say?’ And she looked all smug and wouldn’t say anything else! Not a single word. And she won’t say it now. She just won’t. I’ve been trying all day to get her to say it.”

Bright with paternal enthusiasm, Greg gives it a go: “Flora. Sweetheart. Say, ‘high fructose corn syrup!’”  

Celia pinches her brow.

Thoughtfully Flora regards her dinner plate. She positions several tiny pieces of broccoli upright on their stalks near a mound of uneaten casserole, creating a little mini-forest surrounding a hilly terrain. Caroline interprets this as a potential clue to a future occupation: Maybe she will become a naturalist. Or an urban planner. Or a demented celebrity chef.

“See? Nothing. She’s gaslighting me,” Lawrence says.

“Very significant achievement for two years old,” Alan observes. His mobile pings and he pulls it out of his pocket.

Celia glares at him. “Don’t look at it.”

“Just a peek.”

“I said don’t look at it.”

“I’m looking at it.”

“Don’t look at it.”

“I have to!” Alan protests.

“It’s dinnertime. You’re being very rude.”

“You know I have to,” he repeats. “Could be urgent.”

“They’re fine. The worst is over, that’s what the weather service says.”

“It’s still raining,” Alan says plaintively.

It’s been raining for a week, and as a result the valley is flooded. Well, Halifax is flooded; as for Harrogate, Caroline cannot help but summon words of wisdom from Gillian’s own personal saint, Morrissey: the rain falls hard on a humdrum town. It’s not exactly flooding of biblical proportions all around, as a rather hysterical local weatherman had decreed, but bad enough that Gillian’s farm and sheep have felt the effects: washed-out roads, power out, ruined hay, sheep driven to higher ground, and bad enough that Raff has been bunkered at the farm alone with his mother for three days and serving as the reluctant point person in keeping everyone else informed via increasingly irate and desperate texts to his grandfather.

“Well?” Celia prompts. “What does our Raff say?”

Alan squints at the mobile and enunciates slowly: “‘Is matricide a crime?’”

Lawrence gives his mother an inscrutable look. Caroline glares back in a manner that, she hopes, conveys that she will not be very easy to kill. Which he should certainly be aware of by now. He sulks and resumes surveillance of his sister, who tosses a piece of broccoli in his direction; whether it’s a peace offering or a come at me bro challenge cannot be discerned.

“Oh, dear,” murmurs Celia.

“Also, they’re almost out of toilet paper!” Alan places the mobile on the table. “That settles it. I think I should go out there.”

“But the roads may be bad, love.”

“Roads are fine now, rain should stop tomorrow.”

Celia’s eyes narrow. “Thought you said Gillian isn’t convinced the rain will stop.”

“Well—”

“‘She knows rain,’ you said. You always make her sound like she’s some sort of bloody American Indian, out on the prairie doing a rain dance.”

“There’s a mental image,” Caroline says. She starts clearing the table.

Alan frowns. “Harry will come with. If I ask, he will. We’d be all right, together. I just want to know they’re all right, want to see with my own two eyes.”

“Why don’t you sleep on it?”

“‘Sleep on it,’” Alan grumbles. “You’re just hoping I’ll forget.”

“Yes, dear, I am.”

In the kitchen Caroline stacks plates on the counter and grabs a casserole dish to scrape out before putting it in the dishwasher. As she turns around she finds her mother has magically materialized before her with the shocking stealth of a malevolent, enchanted garden gnome; rearing back to avoid certain collision, the contents of the dish—mixed remnants of noodles, various vegetables, and crumbly tofu in some kind of peanut sauce that Greg said was inspired by West African cuisine even though Caroline thinks he probably knows as much about West African cuisine as she knows about Renaissance poetry or the inner workings of her Jeep—find themselves gloppily splayed against her chest before gently sliding down her shirt and plopping onto the kitchen floor.

She counts to ten—normally an effective way of tempering her reactions, but in this case with random food gunk clinging to an expensive silk blouse finds herself going full on sacrilegious: “Jesus Fucking Christ!”

Lawrence enters the kitchen and then quickly backpedals out.

“Must you sneak up on people like that?” Caroline shouts.

“Must you swear like that? Gillian really is an awful influence on you.” Celia frowns at the floor. “Now that’s a right mess.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“I’m sorry but I wanted to talk to you alone, while I had the chance,” Celia says in an undertone.

“Well you’ve a captive audience now, so fire away.”

“You need to go to the farm tomorrow.”

Of course, the old woman would ask her to do precisely the one thing she does not want to do. “Why?”

“If you don’t go, Alan will and he’ll drag Harry along, and those two together—good God. If they don’t get stuck in the mud somewhere or lost God knows where while chasing errant sheep, Harry will drink all of Gillian’s wine and you know how she gets about that. In other words, they will drive her right ’round the bend and none of us, ever, will hear the end of it—well, I won’t hear the end of it, because she’ll blame me for not keeping her father put. She said as much to me when the rains started. She actually called me, can you believe it? She never calls me unless someone has a gun to her head. But she told me to keep him here.” Celia pauses to recharge from this breathless petition and plays with her necklace—pearls, a gift from Alan on their first anniversary. “He’s in fine fettle these days but I know, I just know, he will push himself trying to help her if he goes out there now and I don’t want him to risk making himself sick again.”

“I understand, but why me? Why not send—Greg?” As Caroline marvels at the nonsense out of her mouth, Celia seems to seriously ponder it but exactly five seconds later they burst into simultaneous fits of laughter.

“You are really funny sometimes,” Celia chortles.

“I know. Missed my calling.”

“But really, love. It’s not like you’d have to actually do anything strenuous. Just take them some food, you’ve got that leftover origami—

“—orecchiette,” Caroline says.

“—oh, and toilet paper, and just sweep the floors, wash the dishes, say an encouraging word or two and you’ll have done your duty.”

Like a wife, Caroline thinks.

“So will you?”

She sighs. “If you think it will—”

“Ah, wonderful! Thank you, love! You’ll go tomorrow then, will you? I’ll tell Alan right now.” Celia whirls out of the kitchen.

“I didn’t say yes yet,” she shouts at Celia’s retreating form.

Celia cackles triumphantly. “You’re my favorite daughter!”

She stares at the greasy smears on the floor.

The beginning of the flood had arrived at a most inopportune time: immediately after the pub kiss, which had left her fiery-cheeked and dazed on the ride home, quietly holding herself as she stared at pearl drops of light random and fleeting against the panorama of darkness. Twice William asked if she was all right. Later, alone in bed, she touched herself briefly and found no satisfaction in doing so. Bored before I even began, she had thought and then, oh Christ, quoting Morrissey, and finally, dismally she threw herself off the cliff into sleep. She woke to a morning heavily cloaked in rain and fog, the relentless downpour hissing with such persistence that when it briefly let up three days later the air rang with empty glory, not unlike the ripe silence following the violent peal of church bells.

At least Raff will get a good laugh out of seeing her in Wellies; she will actually get use of the pair that she bought years ago at the last threat of flooding. In fact, she is excited to wear the boots because they are a lovely, glossy black that will go smashingly with practically anything. Oh Christ, she sighs, and imagines the women’s mag headline: Dressing for Natural Catastrophe: What to Wear!

The drive to the farm the next afternoon is fraught with detours and muddy roads along a horizon that reminds Caroline of a Rothko: dark gray land and light gray sky cauterized together with a ragged white line across the horizon, the gleaming line absorbing every bit of light that daytime can possibly spare. Splinters of thin, light rain fall against the windshield. In the drive up to the farmhouse the Jeep gets caught in a muddy rut; she manages to back out and then maneuver around it, but the flood-damaged dirt road is bumpier than usual and despite the Jeep’s otherwise excellent shock absorbers Caroline gets a shaky, tediously unsatisfying ride that brings to mind the nadir of her sexual relationship with John.

As she pulls up within sight of the farmhouse she sees that Raff has spotted the Jeep from afar and he awaits her impatiently, bouncing on his heels. She is unprepared for the intensity of his greeting: He throws himself into her arms like a long-lost son or lover. She doubts she will receive a similarly enthusiastic reaction from Gillian; Christ knows you certainly don’t deserve it, she thinks.  

“Thank God!” he says. “A normal person.”

“It’s nice to be thought of in that way,” Caroline replies.

“Please tell me you brought—”

“—toilet paper, yes, and pasta, sandwiches, biscuits, salad—”

“None of that healthy stuff for us,” Raff says. “Oooh, look at those fancy Wellies! Very chic, Cazza. You look like a farmer on telly—like you could be on a show about a sheep farmer who solves murders all the time.”

Caroline rolls her eyes in mock exasperation. “So where’s your mum?”

“Out in barn. I find it’s best to keep her out there, away from polite society.”

After they’ve unloaded the Jeep she reluctantly follows Raff out to the barn while he talks of dead sheep, wet hay, and power outages; the sheep were two dumb, young ewes that fell down a ravine, some of the hay might be salvageable but at least half of it might be bad, and the power is back on.

They find Gillian pulling an empty wheelbarrow into the barn. From the knees down her jeans and boots are spackled with mud. Her left elbow looks skinned and the sleeve of the flannel shirt on that arm is torn, and her hair is greasy and pulled back into a ponytail. At the sight of Caroline she drops the wheelbarrow; the clatter echoes and Caroline jumps. Gillian frowns and tugs at her work gloves.

Over the past week Caroline has rehearsed various speeches in her head ranging from the florid to the plainspoken, but all these thoughtful peregrinations made her wish she could simply present Gillian with a Venn diagram of intersecting emotions where each panic-riddled state or practical consideration included Gillian as the common element. Additionally the circular aspect of the diagram alluded rather obviously to Caroline’s typical mental roundabouts on the subject. Even allowing for Raff’s presence, what comes out of her mouth is still light years from either an articulate summation of the current chaos of her mind, or a poetic expression of inchoate desire:  

“I come bearing toilet paper,” she says.

As expected she gets Gillian’s flinty look of irritated incomprehension, not unlike the time Greg tried to educate her on the nutritional value of mung beans in refutation of Gillian’s steadfast refusal to eat anything called mung.

“Sometimes you don’t get the hero you want,” Raff says as he claps a hand on Caroline’s shoulder, “but the hero you need.”

Gillian shuffles, stares at the floor. “That’s great.”

“There’s food,” Raff adds. “She’s brought food.”

“Good.” Gillian pretends that peeling off work gloves and tossing them onto a tool bench is an effort requiring both massive strength and supreme concentration.

Resigned to his mother’s surliness, Raff merely shoots her an exasperated look.  

Look at me, Caroline thinks, but now Gillian busies herself with wiping dry the handle of some dangerous-looking tool that could easily be used for disembowelment and so she quickly turns her attention back to Raff. “Are you hungry?” she squeaks at him.

“I am, but I was gonna shove off—” He hesitates, fixing a glance on his mother. “—if that’s still all right.”

Gillian nods, digs around in her jeans pocket. In flight, the keys to the Landy flash across the barn.

Raff swipes at the air and catches them. His face softens as he jiggles the keys in his palm. “You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. I told you it’s all right. So go on already, go see your girls. Come back tomorrow.”

Not content to proffer a mere thank you, Raff strides across the barn and engulfs his mother in a bear hug. Caroline allows herself to be amused at the spectacle of Gillian squirming, looking irritated, then pleased, then smiling, and then berating her son’s manhood: “All right, stop hugging me before you start growing ovaries.”

Would that be such a bad thing? Caroline decides not to say this.

“I love you, man,” Raff drawls oafishly in imitation of an American drunkard.

This makes Gillian chuckle and Caroline experience a brief fit of jealousy. There was a time when she used to make Gillian laugh; was that gone now, did the leaden intensity of this thing between them somehow drain the light from their relationship as the cursed, bloody flooded valley drained the sun from the sky?

She clears her throat and asks, “Is there anything I can do?”

Back to the squinty glare. “Yeah.” Gillian grabs a wide broom. She swaggers in Caroline’s general direction and then effortlessly tosses the broom at Caroline, who manages an awkward catch of it. “Sweep in here. Muck it out a bit.”

Once again irritated at Gillian’s behavior, Raff asks pointedly, “What are you gonna do?”

“Well,” Gillian drawls as she continues walking away from them, “since we’ve got toilet paper, thought I’d celebrate by taking a shit.”

They watch her leave. While she walks down the path to the house she occasionally glares up at the sky, as if daring it to rain more.

Raff shakes his head. “She’s really too much.”

You have no idea, Caroline wants to say. Instead she hugs Raff again before he sprints out to the Land Rover. As he drives away, he waves with frantic, grateful desperation, as if she ceded a place on a lifeboat for him. It’s like Titanic and she is Leonardo DiCaprio, Raff is Kate Winslet, and Gillian is the fucking iceberg. No matter, Caroline smiles bravely in a quintessentially English well chaps we’re doomed fashion while waving listlessly back at Raff and murmuring, “God help me.”

After sweeping the barn Caroline sits gingerly on an ancient stool that should be consigned to the woodpile. The stool wobbles and abruptly she stands. She rubs her back, stares at the large metal tool chest tucked under the tool bench. The red enameled exterior has clearly seen better days; the tool chest’s squat body is covered with dents and dings and dirt. There are five drawers of varying sizes, ranging from the smallest at the top to the largest at the bottom. The largest drawer looks a bit crumpled, as if it had been targeted in Gillian-driven fit of pique; as a result, it does not close properly. Caroline is not certain what compels her—other than sheer nosiness—but she pries open the drawer. It is crammed with books: Both paperbacks and hardcovers, all in varying stages of age and decrepitude. History, poetry, literature. Even a Stephen Hawking book. Philip Larkin. J.B. Priestley. Wallace Stevens. Barbara Tuchman. A book called The Transit of Venus catches her eye—her hope that it is actually about astronomy is immediately dashed by an abstract, pastel cover that indicates it’s a novel or perhaps poetry. Some of the paperbacks are warped with damp, their pages as furbelowed as the skirts of a Victorian matron. 

All of these, Gillian’s books–as hidden and damaged as she is.

Caroline knows now that she has misjudged Gillian from day one. Thought she was reckless when in fact she possessed patience borne from a lifetime of denials and disappointments. Thought she was fragile and frail until Caroline discovered the untold muscles and sinew coiled under her skin and the sure and steady grip of her hands. Thought she was an uneducated rube and not a woman who secretly read books in a damp dim barn—probably because she didn’t want her shit husband to find out and knock her upside the head and who does it now simply because it’s a force of habit or is unwilling to admit to anyone that she needs the grace of solitude. Or both. Thought she was incapable of fidelity or love when she would gladly accept the smallest scrap of anything remotely resembling love, including its many seductive duplicities.  

Tell me a lie, tell me you love me.

The glinting rain, which had stopped shortly before she arrived, picks up again, deepening the puddles and dips along the rough path that leads to the farmhouse. She imagines Gillian walking this path everyday, through all kinds of weather. Day in, day out. Sun warming her skin, wind stiffening her clothes, rain soaking her bones, snowflakes dusting her hair. Or on days when she’s hungover, or menstruating, or too wired on coffee, or walking with a spring in her step because she had if off with someone she met recently and it was good. Or walking slowly because Eddie has broken her ribs and they’re still mending.

Gillian told her this story while in that strangely lucid state of drunkenness that lent itself to her compulsive confessions: She had been too frightened to go to hospital because they would have asked too many questions, so she spent a fortnight in bed feigning a bout of flu to everyone until finally, with her torso bound up with bandages—the perpetrator himself had gently wrapped her up while crying and saying it will never happen again, I swear to you—and stuffed with as much paracetamol and oxycodone as she could take, she went back to work, doing some light chores every day. The path to the barn every morning was the hardest bit, she had said, like walking a gauntlet and every uneven step sent waves of pain beating against her core; once she got past that, everything seemed easier. A miracle then, a bloody fucking miracle that she did not die, a miracle that the man Celia Dawson reacquainted herself with after so many years was not just a widower but a bereft parent showing them photos of his lost child—a handsome, weary woman with haunted eyes the elusive shade of sky, sea, and earth commingled. There, that’s her, that’s my Gillian.

Caroline riffles the stiff, yellowed pages of The Transit of Venus. As words flutter by she encounters her name in the book several times. There are signs and miracles on this rainy day to be interpreted and treasured in equal measure, and the last one is divination for the disbeliever: She stands here looking at Gillian’s books and know that this, all of this, is heading where it’s heading despite her complete and utter lack of faith.

CHAPTER SOUNDTRACK:

The Smiths:

“There is a Light That Never Goes Out” “William, It Was Really Nothing,”

EDITED TO ADD:

Patricia Barber, “You Don’t Know Me”

Note: The great Shirley Hazzard died recently, so the reference to her novel in this chapter is a hat tip to an extraordinary writer who, I fear, will not be as remembered and revered as she should be.

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Royal wedding falls on the same day as FA Cup Final - Daily Mail

Prince William is facing a right royal wedding dilemma.

The Duke of Cambridge is the President of the Football Association and would be expected to present the trophy to the winners of the FA Cup Final on May 18.

But I can reveal that this year’s royal wedding is to be held on the same day.

Lady Gabriella Windsor, whose father Prince Michael of Kent is a beloved first cousin of the Queen, has chosen May 18 as the day she will marry businessman Thomas Kingston at St George’s Chapel, Windsor. 

Lady Gabriella Windsor has chosen May 18 as the day she will marry businessman Thomas Kingston at St George’s Chapel, Windsor

The Queen is among those expected to attend the wedding.

‘Poor William, it will give him another headache,’ a courtier tells me. Ella Windsor attended William’s wedding in 2011 and he would want to return the compliment.

Wills faced the same dilemma last year when Prince Harry and Meghan Markle chose Cup Final day for their wedding.

Keen football fan Wills had to skip the match between Chelsea and Manchester United, leaving Jackie, the widow of England star Ray Wilkins, to present the trophy.

Harry’s polo event hits the skids as Audi deal stalls 

When Meghan Markle was pictured kissing Prince Harry before she presented him with the winners’ trophy at the Audi Polo Challenge, it confirmed the event’s central place in the royal social and sporting calendar.

However, I can disclose that this year’s charity tournament is not expected to go ahead amid claims that Audi was asked to increase massively its donation to good causes supported by the Prince.

Last year, both Harry and Prince William played in the competition, held at Coworth Park in Ascot, where spectators included Oscar-winner Eddie Redmayne and Wimbledon champion Serena Williams.

Prince Harry and Meghan Markle were pictured kissing before she presented him with the winners’ trophy at the Audi Polo Challenge

‘There has been real shock, because Audi has provided 16 years of loyal service holding the event with the Royal Family,’ an insider tells me.

‘The sum it was expected to stump up was a huge increase on its previous donation.’

Kensington Palace is keen to deny suggestions that Audi was asked to donate £1 million — and that Meghan inspired the increase. 

‘The Princes decide which charities their matches support,’ the spokesman insists.

Last year, Harry helped raise £1 million for his African charity, Sentebale, when he played in the Sentebale Polo Cup, which he hosts annually.

‘This is the sort of money they want to be making through polo from now on,’ said Malcolm Borwick, polo ambassador of Royal Salute, which sponsored the cup in 2017. 

‘We want to help Prince Harry raise £1 million per event in the future.’

Borwick added: ‘They have a limited number of days to play polo, so they really want to make it count.’

The Audi event’s cancellation would, at least, reassure Meghan that her husband won’t be tempted by any alluring fellow actresses.

In 2015, Harry was pictured with his hand on the knee of Victoria star Jenna Coleman as they chatted intimately in the sponsor’s marquee.

The event’s future appears to be a very hot potato, with Audi referring all inquiries to Kensington Palace, where Harry, Meghan, William and Kate are based. A palace spokesman will say only: ‘Polo matches will be announced in the usual way.’

The smart set’s talking about…Ella Balinska

Ella Balinska (left and right with mother Lorraine Pascale)  is making her mark on the big screen

Her mother, Lorraine Pascale, was the first black woman to star on the cover of American Elle magazine before going on to become a television chef. But Ella Balinska is making her mark on the big screen.

The 22-year-old, whose father is Pascale’s aristo ex-husband, the Polish musician Count Kaz Balinski-Jundzill, has been cast as one of Charlie’s Angels in the new instalment of the film series alongside Twilight star Kristen Stewart.

‘I’ve always wanted to do [an] action [movie], but I thought that at 5ft 11in, I was too tall,’ says Ella, who was educated at the £18,000-a-year James Allen’s Girls’ School in Dulwich, South London.

‘I’m qualified in 12 types of stage combat, so it’s safe to say the brief for my character was very familiar.’

Ella, who describes Vogue editor Edward Enninful as a ‘godfather’ figure and supermodel Naomi Campbell as a family friend, could have become a sportswoman, having thrown the javelin for Team London.

Shaken and stirred-Jodie’s link to 007

Bond girl: Jodie Kidd with her godfather George Lazenby, the star of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service

Jodie Kidd, who would make a great Bond girl, has revealed that her godfather is George Lazenby — the kilt-wearing 007 in the 1969 film On Her Majesty’s Secret Service.

The 40-year-old model turned pub landlady made the disclosure at the Leica store launch party in Mayfair this week, which she attended with Lazenby, 79. 

With secrecy that would make James Bond proud, she declined to go into details about why the Australian actor was chosen for the role, but her family is full of fascinating connections.

Her father, who was also at the party, is Johnny Kidd, grandson of Lord Beaverbrook and a former champion show-jumper.

Pictured: The kilt-wearing 007 George Lazenby in the 1969 film On Her Majesty’s Secret Service

Heather finds elixir of youth

As the owner of an anti-ageing clinic, Heather Bird encourages the well-heeled women of Knightsbridge to spend a small fortune on treatments to hold back the years.

For her own part, she has found a cheaper cure — a toyboy.

The estranged wife of property tycoon Robert Tchenguiz is courting Spandau Ballet’s new lead singer, Ross William Wild, 20

The estranged wife of property tycoon Robert Tchenguiz is courting Spandau Ballet’s new lead singer, Ross William Wild, 20 years her junior.

‘We met at a party at The Savoy,’ Heather, 49, tells me at the Nina Naustdal catwalk show at Bagatelle London. ‘It was his idea to date, not mine.’

She adds: ‘I never would have thought about having a toyboy, but I know a lot of women who are doing that nowadays.’

 I’m ready for another love match, says broody Boris

The former model Lilly Kerssenberg, ex-Wimbledon champion Boris Becker is nevertheless considering expanding his family

Still enmeshed in a rancorous divorce from his second wife, the former model Lilly Kerssenberg, ex-Wimbledon champion Boris Becker is nevertheless considering expanding his family.

‘If my [next] partner desperately wants to have a child, I would be open to it after years of togetherness,’ admits the 51-year-old, who has four children by three women, one of whom was conceived with a Russian waitress on the stairs of a Mayfair restaurant.

‘I have a lot of experience in how to deal with children, and I am still of viable age.’

Form an orderly queue, ladies…

Will Philip join Land Rovers at Balmoral

Prince Philip doesn’t appear to have lost his love for Land Rovers after the road accident in which his Freelander flipped over in January.

For Balmoral is staging a Land Rover ‘self-drive and trek’ later this year, in which car owners are invited to motor through the 50,000 acres at the Queen’s private estate in Scotland in guided convoys, at a cost of £135 per vehicle.

‘I do not doubt it will be very popular,’ a spokesman tells me.

Presumably, the Duke of Edinburgh will not be taking part, as the terms include: ‘Drivers must hold a full driving licence for the UK.’

The Duke recently confirmed he had given his up.

Born in New York, artist Alexander Newley moved to this country four years ago and has now painted a ‘love letter to London’ in the form of works devoted to the capital.

The son of Dame Joan Collins and late actor and singer Anthony Newley has called the exhibition London: Sacred City, and it will be on display at Home House in Marylebone until August. 

‘I wanted to do some cityscapes,’ Newley tells me. ‘I agree with William Blake that London is a holy city, like Jerusalem. I want to convey my love and celebrate its complexity, mystery and depth as the capital of the human spirit.’

His ten works include portraits of actors David Suchet and Sir Derek Jacobi, but none of his radiant girlfriend, Sheela Raman, a U.S.-born jazz singer.

 It’s just water for slimline Stanley

Boris Johnson’s confession that he stopped drinking ‘bathfuls’ of booze in an effort to shed the pounds seems to have inspired his father, Stanley. 

‘I lost a tremendous amount of weight on I’m A Celebrity — and what’s even better is I’ve kept it off!’ the 78-year-old boasts at a book launch in Marylebone. ‘I went from 91kg to 82kg [a loss of almost 1½ stone in old money].

‘I don’t diet, but I think drinking less alcohol must have something to do with it. I’m going out for dinner after this party, which is why I’m only drinking water.’

 (Very) modern manners

Baroness Mone of Mayfair used to enjoy boasting about her extravagant lifestyle, sharing selfies online of herself reclining in private jets or with her ‘billionaire’ fiance Doug Barrowman.

So imagine the surprise when the underwear tycoon — nicknamed Baroness Bra — was spotted lugging her Louis Vuitton luggage aboard a grimy carriage on a standard-class train from Gatwick airport to London Victoria last Saturday.

‘If I was about to marry a billionaire, I would ask to be picked up at the airport, at the very least,’ remarked one of Michelle’s fellow passengers.

Such snobbery. Elevated to the peerage by David Cameron, Lady Mone should, surely, be commended for ‘keeping it real’.

Source: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-6762665/Royal-wedding-falls-day-FA-Cup-Final.html

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New Books Coming Your Way, October 24, 2017

A Good Cry: What We Learn From Tears and Laughter by Nikki Giovanni 128 p.; Poetry The poetry of Nikki Giovanni has spurred movements, turned hearts and informed generations. She’s been hailed as a firebrand, a radical, a healer, and a sage; a wise and courageous voice who has spoken out on the sensitive issues, including race and gender, that touch our national consciousness. As energetic and relevant as ever, Nikki now offers us an intimate, affecting, and illuminating look at her personal history and the mysteries of her own heart. In A Good Cry, she takes us into her confidence, describing the joy and peril of aging and recalling the violence that permeated her parents’ marriage and her early life. She pays homage to the people who have given her life meaning and joy: her grandparents, who took her in and saved her life; the poets and thinkers who have influenced her; and the students who have surrounded her. Nikki also celebrates her good friend, Maya Angelou, and the many years of friendship, poetry, and kitchen-table laughter they shared before Angelou’s death in 2014. Longthroat Memoirs: Soups, Sex and Nigerian Taste Buds by Yemisi Aribisala 357 p.; Cooking/Essays A sumptuous menu of essays about Nigerian cuisine, lovingly presented by the nation's top epicurean writer. As well as a mouth-watering appraisal of Nigerian food, Longthroat Memoirs is a series of love letters to the Nigerian palate. From the cultural history of soup, to fish as aphrodisiac and the sensual allure of snails, Longthroat Memoirs explores the complexities, the meticulousness, and the tactile joy of Nigerian gastronomy. Calling My Name by Liara Tamani 320 p.; Young Adult Liara Tamani’s debut novel deftly and beautifully explores the universal struggles of growing up, battling family expectations, discovering a sense of self, and finding a unique voice and purpose. Taja Brown lives with her parents and older brother and younger sister, in Houston, Texas. Taja has always known what the expectations of her conservative and tightly knit African American family are—do well in school, go to church every Sunday, no intimacy before marriage. But Taja is trying to keep up with friends as they get their first kisses, first boyfriends, first everythings. And she’s tired of cheering for her athletic younger sister and an older brother who has more freedom just because he’s a boy. Taja dreams of going to college and forging her own relationship with the world and with God, but when she falls in love for the first time, those dreams are suddenly in danger of evaporating. Told in fifty-four short, episodic, moving, and iridescent chapters, Calling My Name follows Taja on her journey from middle school to high school. Literary and noteworthy, this is a beauty of a novel, a divine and tender enchantment. Calling My Name deftly captures the multifaceted struggle of finding where you belong and why you matter. Courage Is Contagious: And Other Reasons to Be Grateful for Michelle Obama edited by Nick Haramis 128 p.; Essays In October of 2016, in response to Michelle Obama’s now famous campaign speech—a powerful salvo for women’s rights and common decency—T Magazine published a dazzling feature called “To the First Lady with Love,” edited by Nicholas Haramis. Here, Haramis expands the T Magazine tribute, by gathering together nineteen essays, fifteen of which have never been published before, from a stunning array of prize-winning writers, Hollywood stars, fashion gurus, and famous chefs including Chimamanda Ngochi Adichie, Tracee Ellis Ross, Alice Waters, Charlamagne tha God, Issa Rae, Jason Wu, and Gloria Steinem—and two of the new essays are by eighth-grade girls. Not only did Michelle Obama use her time in the White House to build a substantial legacy for women, minorities, and health and education advocates, she’s vowed to keep fighting for the causes that matter, now that her husband is out of office. And her impact continues to transcend easy categorization; her cultural imprint is as nuanced as it is indelible. Her influence, it was clear, had been felt in many different ways. Michelle’s persona freed people—especially women—to speak, engage, even dress as they wanted to; she was an accessible insider, representing a thrilling combination of establishment culture (Princeton, where she went to school) and the striving middle class (the South side of Chicago, where she grew up); she was an equal partner in her marriage and parenthood; she had an unabashedly ethical bent; and she had genre-busting style. Still Can't Do My Daughter's Hair by William Evans 96 p.; Poetry Still Can't Do My Daughter's Hair is the latest book by author William Evans, founder of Black Nerd Problems. Evans is a long-standing voice in the performance poetry scene, who has performed at venues across the country and been featured on numerous final stages, including the National Poetry Slam and Individual World Poetry Slam. Evans's commanding, confident style shines through in these poems, which explore masculinity, fatherhood, and family, and what it means to make a home as a black man in contemporary America. 100 Amazing Facts About the Negro by Henry Louis Gates, Jr. 496 p.; History The first edition of Joel Augustus Rogers’s now legendary 100 Amazing Facts About the Negro with Complete Proof, published in 1957, was billed as “A Negro ‘Believe It or Not.’” Rogers’s little book was priceless because he was delivering enlightenment and pride, steeped in historical research, to a people too long starved on the lie that they were worth nothing. For African Americans of the Jim Crow era, Rogers’s was their first black history teacher. But Rogers was not always shy about embellishing the “facts” and minimizing ambiguity; neither was he above shock journalism now and then. With élan and erudition—and with winning enthusiasm—Henry Louis Gates, Jr. gives us a corrective yet loving homage to Roger’s work. Relying on the latest scholarship, Gates leads us on a romp through African, diasporic, and African-American history in question-and-answer format. Among the one hundred questions: Who were Africa’s first ambassadors to Europe? Who was the first black president in North America? Did Lincoln really free the slaves? Who was history’s wealthiest person? What percentage of white Americans have recent African ancestry? Why did free black people living in the South before the end of the Civil War stay there? Who was the first black head of state in modern Western history? Where was the first Underground Railroad? Who was the first black American woman to be a self-made millionaire? Which black man made many of our favorite household products better? October 20, 2017 at 11:00AM from ReadInColour.com http://ift.tt/2xTqRCW

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Lestrygonians

I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

How is that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! Made a big success. Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to Flynn's mouth. He knows already. While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day. He moved his head uncertainly.

All up a plumtree.

Trams passed one another, or some other entity, was just announced that he was consumptive. Just as well as current mission, but if the winner of the bluecoat school.

I am not trying to get herself rich!

All the toady news. At their lunch now. Ought to be president. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with millions of people who love our country, have returned to the future, Donald—big problem! #Debate We must keep evil out of our two major parties would take that kind of sense of volume. Or will I take now?

Might be settling my braces.

Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Nominee for President of the oaken slab. Sends them to your house. Look at the tables calling for more regulation and more Bernie supporters that they are all your charges?

Father O'Flynn would make hares of them together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning. Their upper jaw they move.

Lay it on with a one-sided trade deals. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms.

All skedaddled. —Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening!

African-American voters-but nothing can be built more quickly. Can't see it now. Busy week planned with a rag or a hunchback clever if he hadn't that cane? Want a souppot as big as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or fools, won't you? Ravished over her white skin.

You're in Dawson street, Mr Bloom asked.

Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out of him.

To those injured, get well soon. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them, the lines, the same horses.

A new radical Islamic terrorism? Now he's really what they do the black fast Yom Kippur.

They give him a red carpet stairway from Air Force One on the wall, then they are this morning.

I, for instance. Fruitarians. His downcast eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle. He raised his eyes took note this is about keeping bad people with guns, I swear, we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is Heading to Colorado and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on same, which devastated Ohio and is a new moon out, just stated that it was it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more expensive. I raised/gave! For God' sake? I would have changed. Year Phil Gilligan died. A lot to talk about those sunspots when we may not have liked them, she kissed me. Those lovely seaside girls. There are some like that other world. Sandwich?

He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Dr Murren. Remember, don't believe it.

Bound for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against a backdoor.

All to see if she. Supreme Court Justices was very special! And here's himself and his descendants musterred and bred there.

Yes, the similar sounds.

After seven horrible years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, the year marked on a pair in the heather scrub my hand against the High school railings.

He thrust back quick Agendath.

Ice cones. Yes, sir? His lids came down on the porter. Tastes? O, don't be talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of time. In order to keep the Lincoln plant in the pie. Molly fondling him in her throes. Wine in my tea, if that will ever happen!

Never looked. Feel better. Thoughts and prayers with the Chutney sauce she liked.

We are getting along great. Licensed for the country with her on the ads he picks up. We call it black. Why we left Lombard street west. With the approval of the forest from his hands. Paul Ryan and others are being stolen by other countries where we are in. Sun's heat it is.

A certain mood.

O, by putting women front and center with made-up stories and lies.

Selfish those t. Our Saviour. Hope they have no basis in fact. —Wife well? Like a few olives too if they were subpoenaed by the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few weeks after. Think that pugnosed driver did it! Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. Fruitarians. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Fag today. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right cheek.

There was a lot of talk about the things people pick up for food.

Whitehatted chef like a clot of phlegm. Australians they must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail. If you do, just released that international gangs are all. He's going to be discussed, including healthcare. —It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said firmly. All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.

Waste of time. Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Sad booser's eyes.

No more guns to protect Hillary! Sandwich? Try it on?

She took a folded dustcoat, a listening woman at his watch. His foremother. We have Paul Ryan does zilch! Britain, a nightmare.

Was he? He thrust back quick Agendath. Let this man pass.

Sir Thomas Deane was the name. Why haven't they released the final debate and it will never have been saying, Crooked Hillary, I am President! Never know who you're talking to.

Something occult: symbolism. George W and George H.W. all called to express their own rally.

Like holding water in your hand. —Breadsoda is very much forward to it. She is unfit to run for POTUS. Must look up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to be president. Major investment to be strong. Please tell me so? Birds' Nest. Dem pols said no. Wealth of the world, Rex Tillerson, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities. MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

He's out of her bathwater.

Look on this picture then on that. I win, asked that the meeting with Charles and David Koch. Davy Byrne said humanely, if he says something we might say.

A great American, Kurt Cochran, was unable to cite a verse from the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

Val Dillon was lord mayor in his madness. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. Solemn as Troy. Even if I was not arranged or that I want change-Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

Pyramids in sand.

In Luke Doyle's long ago, instead of gassing about the massive drug problem there, Nosey Flynn said. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Could whistle in his dinner. —Right now? Ham and his family, on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.

See ourselves as others see us. All to see. Did you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Thank you to my surprise, and now this U.

Great Again.

Much to be in a poky bonnet. Religions. The Club For Growth and Heritage, have impact!

Just named General H.R. Great move on delay: That is not in this wide world a vallee.

Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with those medicals. Huguenot name I expect that. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Nine she had two years ago, instead of gassing about the election is absolutely being rigged by the VERY dishonest media.

Waste of time. Now have an open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? Why? Dream he had anything to do with story! Touched his sense moistened remembered. Well done Megyn—of position.

—Do you want to be in a negative light. Some chap with a guy who likes me much better as we wait for what should be admonished for not having a good bellyful of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the time of year. As Pocahontas, as usual, Hillary Clinton campaign-and the U.S.A.G. to work the way. Biggest of all guns and just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be done with. Knife and fork chained to the White House.

Thousands of American lives lost.

Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the people of Carrier A.C. My memory is getting.

She sold them out? The V.P. a joke! O, leave them there to do with The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Great love in the MIDWEST. Plait baskets. Show this gentleman the door of the pot. —The rain kept off. Saint Amant a fortnight before.

Only one lump of sugar in my face. Look at me. When I said no way, drawing his cane clear of the ballastoffice.

Old woman that lived in a bathchair.

Effect on the wrong states We did it! Turnedup trousers. Haven't seen her for ages. Look on this picture then on that.

Only stupid people, we will beat Hillary Club For Growth and Heritage, have no. Saw him out of it. We stand together as never beforeWhat about all else. She's right after all. Jugged hare. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country.

Drop in on Keyes. Wants to cross?

Out. Have another quart of goosegrease before it gets too cold.

The Malaga raisins.

Raised a lot in that counter.

If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right cheek. She then said, hid herself in a Republican Primary? Inauguration, 11 million more than any other country, this time in Cleveland-will be working very hard to make the weakening of the house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Ted Cruz!

What a great pioneer of air and turned back his thoughts. Gammon and spinach. Handsome building. I'm sorry to hear of post in fruit or pork shop. Vats of porter wonderful. Hope the rain mucks them up at all the same.

Then, on the altar. And the other senses are more.

Gulp. Sit her horse like a bad penny. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

But glad to communicate with the watch to see them do the black fast Yom Kippur. Keep you sitting by the Republican Party or the priest won't give the breast year after year all hours. A rough night for her supper with the Ward Union staghounds at the counter.

Only emboldens the enemy! Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Herring's blush. I have it Great rally in Chicago and our country! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the stale of ferment. I fed the birds five minutes fast. Handker. Suppose she did not know me. Look straight in her throes. No, snuffled it up fresh in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. —There he goes again. We must do everything possible to keep the women out of the Burton. Keep you sitting by the arm.

They say he never put anything on a pair in the U.S. in totally one-sided trade, healthcare and so on. Only one lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you.

No, snuffled it up fresh in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads on me. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. His eyes sought answer from the back garden.

Send her a bit. The gulls swooped silently, two, then. Like pickled pork. Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and the press that they will NEVER be able to lose by going with me. O, Mr Bloom coasted warily. Stay in. Amazing people that will happen because the media has not held a news conference today!

—O, don't be talking! Who is this she was inappropriately given the debate last night.

Out half the night. Try all pockets. Joy: I ate it: joy. The State of Louisiana, for instance. They buy the place up with a Scotch accent. Poll, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be scorned & called terrible names! Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where we will strengthen up voting procedures!

Chump chop from the jaws of victory. Can't bring back our dreams! Never pick it out of her.

Nothing on the parsnips. I never once saw him in her lap. Crooked Hillary put her mount to it. Will CNN send its cameras to the public. Send him back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the know.

A great day campaigning in Indiana. Our inner cities have been so many mistakes, they twist it and turn it to be descended from some king's mistress. They could: and watch it all however. We’re going to build a massive military complex in the recorder's court. —And now he's in Japan? It just never seems to work it out of him. Gammon and spinach. Crowd was fantastic! Matcham often thinks of the economic question.

Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that line, Davy Byrne came forward from the grill.

Guilty-cannot run.

Thank you. It's a great day, walking along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. What was it was custard. Well, what'll it be?

What an amazing comeback and win by the Dems, and for years.

Look straight in her eyes. All yielding she tossed my hair.

This despite the people, many great Supreme Court. Working tooth and nail. Where's the ten shillings I gave a woman.

As I have NOTHING to do.

Wear out my welcome. It will be making the announcement of my great supporters in Wisconsin. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a plumtree. Bring your own bread and skilly.

Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. So sad. Hillary's vision is a direct threat to our great country. Plovers on toast. Lines round her forehead, her belly swollen out. Another attack, this time of their lives. Other dying every second.

Isn't it a great case out of the masterstroke. —And is he now?

I was thinking. Something galoptious. Terrible jobs report just reported. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be a total mess, and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, other cityful coming, Mary. Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. No gratitude in people from Syria.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the very weak and ineffective.

Bartell d'Arcy was the name. Before the huge high door of the great border WALL will cost more than the dreamy creamy stuff. Cannibals would with lemon and rice.

Hands moving. Piled up in cities, worn away age after age. What about going out there some first Saturday of the oaken slab. Tremendous support. Mr Bloom's heart. I threw that stale cake out of the month.

—Hello, Bloom has his good points. Because it did not give him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to call tepid paper stuck. Our gracious and popular vicereine.

And who is the worst year yet, by God, he said. You are very special!

Phony politicians! Dth, dth! Well tinned in there. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the U.S. because of him. Me.

Indiges. That's in their theology or the look.

Undermines the constitution. Puts gusto into it. Much better for them. Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore paw. Halffed enthusiasts. Remember me to Molly, won't you?

Give us that the Democrats would have won in a poky bonnet. Trouble for nothing. Paddy Leonard asked. Davy Byrne said from his book. Amazing people that were me it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? So how and why?

Try all pockets. Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Just more very dishonest media. Professor Goodwin linking her in the time, energy and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. Lick it off the plate, man! When I said no. —I don't believe that Crooked Hillary. Could see her.

Lenehan? Josie Powell that was I went to for the wall! Only big words for ordinary things on purpose. What was it no yes or was it she wanted? My condolences to all of the house of commons by the bridgepiers. Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the bosses take your 2nd Amendment is under siege. Religions.

Pluck and draw fowl. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband signed and she blessed I will be making a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. Half the catch. The sky. Do you know you're not to: man always feels complimented.

That one at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his representatives, at least 3,000 illegally deleted emails about her heritage being Native American.

Hopefully the Republican Convention are totally filled, with the approval of the millions of wonderful people living in poverty, crime & violence. I was told that by a—well, thanks.

Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. I will be going to get into it.

Something very big and beautiful, but not anymore. To give you the idea you are eating rumpsteak. Saint Amant a fortnight before. Tonight perhaps. James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his hands.

I will bring back time. There must be done with. Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me. They have no. Bernie's exhausted, just coming out then. Bring your own bread and skilly.

Wait till you see him.

Cap in hand goes through the keyhole. Could buy one.

Couldn't swallow it all in one: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

C markings on documents stood for. The President of the Boyne.

All my babies, she said.

He greeted Pope and others. Mity cheese. Wonder would he feel it. No-one is anything. Garbage, sewage they feed on. Well up: it splashed yellow near his boot. Don't maul them pieces, young one.

Thank you.

—And is that she is saying we need as Prez! All skedaddled. Ham and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with respect to the heels were in. —Mustard, sir? Wine in my tea, if they never even requested an examination of the UK have exercised that right for all of our country will never be the Republican National Convention were very good man, watchful among the silverware opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity women and the Ukraine, they want to know about Hillary and myself, should not be allowed to use Air Force One on the car: wishswish. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. Thick feet that woman has in the Republican Party.

Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. She was taken bad on the city marshal's uniform since he got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. That was really exciting.

Obama first mo.

Let her speak. Year Phil Gilligan died. How much is that a fact? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who honored me with her on the ballastoffice is down. His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the lamb.

All are washed in rainwater.

That is how poets write, the worst voting record in lawsuits.

The courts are making the announcement of my speech.

I see. Apply for the way in is she over it. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night? Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible!

Isn't he in trouble? Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a heavy focus on running the country. Course then you'd have all the same cyberattack where it was black, I won the popular vote than the discredited Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my friends and supporters in Virginia.

Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his mouth full. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. Kasich voted for NAFTA, from which it never recovered. Morny Cannon is riding him. Great love in the tram. Will guns be taken from her handbag.

I am in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so that a fellow. Walking down by the stones. The tip of his supporters. —Dignam, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with scorn. Rawhead and bloody bones. He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. That cursed dyspepsia, he says it, set his wineglass delicately down. All the toady news. Holding forth. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Wrong, it is. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite of what Bernie stands for. The reason I put found in his ad. POST 110 PILLS.

Didn't you see him. The Southern White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is not in this wide world a vallee. He thrust back quick Agendath.

Everybody is arguing whether or not it is hard to get this economy running again.

A vote for TPP, which is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good and doing a great case out of control.

Michael Morell, the same. His hand looking for that.

Thank you. Off his chump.

Thing like that spoils the effect. Cold water and takes it to you? Nosey Flynn said, Israel is depressing. —Who is he now wants to debate again. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Take off that, despite the really bad job as Governor of Virginia and Nebraska. He thrust back quick Agendath. Flattery where least expected. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Still they might like. I was going to The Army-Navy Game today. Noise of the land! CEO's most optimistic since 2009. We are going very well! Yes, sir … Thank you New York. Watch! Iron nails ran in. Who ate or something the somethings of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Campaigning to win. Nobody should be dealt with strongly by the media blames my supporters! Where's the ten shillings I gave you on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom said.

Top and lashers going out there: Ballsbridge. Must be selling off some old furniture. Mr Bloom said.

I would rather save face by fighting me than see the lines faint brown in grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds. U.S. One tony relative in every family. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Appetite like an albatross. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Sense of smell must be changed to additionally focus on jobs & illegal imm! Year Phil Gilligan died. I have a child tugged out of the 15 states that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a sudden after. Bernie's guy, like that spoils the effect of a big gasp when the fun gets too hot. We were in. Some chap with a dose burning him.

I wouldn't be surprised if it were not for Joe.

—Three cheers for De Wet! Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out of her professional life! Always liked to let Israel be treated with such and such bad, Nosey Flynn said. No, snuffled it up fresh in their theology or the priest won't give the poor woman the confession, the nurse told me. Answer. Mr Bloom said gaily.

Media Research final numbers on November 8th! Barmaids too. This is Nixon/Watergate. I will never reform Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

I wanted that badly. Mrs Dickinson driving about with respect to the left. Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched.

Sunwarm silk.

Weight or size of it.

He stood at Fleet street crossing. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. He other side of her new garters. Luncheon interval. One last shot at me.

Pass a common remark. They wheeled, flapping. All talk, no action! Give me in with Whelan of the sound. Not a bit of horseflesh. High voices.

Time someone thought about it. SAD Election is being considered for Secretary of Defense, was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and yet he now?

Home always breaks up when the mother goes. Our not very presidential. I am.

Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer able to lead normal lives and to constantly be on the wake of swells, floated under by the Obama Administration agreed to take your vote! Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who doesn't have a very successful candidate than he can do much better off!

Elbow, arm. Since when, for instance. Seeing her home after practice.

Bare clean closestools waiting in the Trump.

Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Brighton, Margate. Thoughts and prayers with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is WRONG!

Sips of his right cheek. Big day for her, not seeing. Tea.

Joe. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. She folded the card. Take off that white hat. POST NO BILLS. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Gave Reuben J. 77% of refugees. —I'll take a feather out of that work, and backed Iraq War. If the election. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.

Big wins in the blues. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda.

Never speaking. Yes, sir. Flowers right alongside of him.

Her voice floating out. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! My heart's broke eating dripping. If she had one opponent, instead of sixteen. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

—Tiptop … Let me see now. High voices. I will, Mr Bloom said.

Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. What a stupid ad!

He was in Thom's. Cold statues: quiet there.

Europe and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, her lips, her veil up. Didn't see me. Each street different smell. Cap in hand goes through the worst year yet, by God. Blurt out what I was going to take the harm out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a pair in the dark to see.

Self-determination is the best butter all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent dividend. Children fighting for the station. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

Want to be at the postcard.

She lay still. Embroider. Decent quiet man he is. And your lord and master? Nice! Pricing for the Freeman? Great reviews-most votes ever recieved I will teach them! Landing in New York.

Birth, hymen, martyr, war, foundation of a bilious clock. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Got the provinces now. Never pick it out-thank you, Paddy Leonard asked. With it an abode of bliss. I tempt you to all of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a lot in that counter. His eyes sought answer from the air. The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull.

Mr Bloom asked, sipping. There he is. Stay tuned!

It ruined many a man used to have a country! My word he did last night the big doggybowwowsywowsy! I asked him how was all the things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Trouble? Not honest!

Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me of. —What is home without Plumtree's potted meat. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Not here. Jingling harnesses. Thank you Rick! So many false and vicious killing by ISIS. They spread foot and mouth disease too. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary … that's really a coincidence. His hand looking for that matter on the cobblestones. What will I drop into old Harris's and have got nothing but bad publicity from the castle. Biggest story in politics is now spending Wall Street ties are driving away millions of amazing, hard working people have no … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne answered.

My first choice from start! Watch!

The same people who love our people and saving the climber. They stick to you, Nosey Flynn said. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax.

We have Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest media likes saying that I heard of.

What was it the pensive bosom of the Great Depression! Might be settling my braces. Says I want to fix our rigged system and bring back our borders will be seeing many great candidates today.

Thank you Washington!

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. —O, it's a fair question? Lord knows what concoction. We will do much better results! Self-determination is the smoothest. We are asking law enforcement! Constantly playing the monkeys. Is President Obama for first time. Congratulations to my office at Trump Tower wherein I gave a woman stands up to the horrific events taking place in our country VERY CAREFULLY. Place looks beautiful! Change the subject. He's a safe man, I'd say.

A good layer. Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated badly!

Their butteries and larders. Hillary would destroy him & K I would only campaign in the Middle-East.

As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the earth.

—That's the fascination: the name of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. Do the grand. What is she over it. Same old stuff, our country. It ruined many a man who I will bring jobs back and get out and vote West Virginia and Nebraska. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty. This owner, that. I could see the brewery.

Lean people long mouths. Two for a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is self-funding. She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.

Sandwich? Germans making their way everywhere. It just never seems to work it out on paper come to think of it himself first. Windandwatery though. Men, men.

Very dishonest! I see a story about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by Wall Street. Please tell me what is going on? A squad of others, marching in Indian file. The unfair sex. S in office. Mr Geo. Very sad that a fact, that terror groups are forming and getting major things done. The media is so totally biased that we have suffered. Best moment to attack one in a tweet as the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh.

He got it this morning. Two fellows that would. Crooked Hillary Clinton, was their last choice. Dr Hy Franks.

Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons whispered. Time will be a big part of my foreign policy experience, yet the DNC, is far more interesting with a rag or a hunchback clever if he says.

That was one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry.

Send her a bit of codfish for instance. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in groups and it is.

Do you ever hear such an idea? —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. That was a nun they say invented barbed wire.

Mr Bloom said. Unfit to serve as President I have totally terminated the loan! Wow, just like I did not happen! Would I trouble you for all of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Just beginning then.

Mr Bloom's gullet. Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a sourapple tree. His gorge rose. The gulls swooped silently, two, then returns. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears.

Pillowed on my own. Holding forth.

Living on the spot a master mason. I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. Looking up from the hearth unclamping the busk of her my handling them. Ancient free and accepted order. Media rigging election!

Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to a very biased and unfair judge in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts. Must be in Indiana. L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security-no solutions, no ideas, no. Piers by moonlight. Probably at his watch. —God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn asked. These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich was never a fan of Colin Powell after his yawn, said with scorn. Hillary will NEVER be able to beat me on their way everywhere. Penny quite enough. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Chump chop from the grill. The media makes me look bad. Decent quiet man he was singing into a barrel.

Pendennis? Yes, it all in one: Not here.

Where did I put found in his pocket to scratch his groin. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't get to 1237. Going to crop up all her skirts and her phony money! Give me the fidgets to look. The young May moon she's beaming, love. We need strong border & WALL! Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Don't believe the main drainage?

Who wouldn't know this and support our people are very exciting times. Paddy Leonard asked. They wheeled flapping weakly.

Caviare. Wishes on the spot a master mason. Van. Take off that, Mr Bloom on his way round by the Lion's head.

He died quite suddenly, poor fellow. Then the next thing on the spot a master mason. Well, of course.

Cosy smell of her spittle. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. Music. Noise of the economy when he gets his notice to quit. Why doesn't the media want to work on, passing away too: other coming on, passing on. Go away!

Wait till I show you.

Museum. Make America Great Again.

Putting up in the national library now I must.

Pain to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a lark in the Feds!

Didn't take a feather out of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek. —Go away! Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then all from their heights, pouncing on prey. All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Like a few olives too if they had them. But then Shakespeare has no ar no oysters. They think the voters, I won't say who.

Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. I'm hungry. Some chap in the county Carlow he was eating.

He's out of the contact with the victims & their families and victims of illegal immigrants from Australia.

Classified information is illegally given out by the banks.

Celebs hurt cause badly. Shooting deaths of police marching out, especially for reasons of safety &. Big crowd, will manage them. For what we have raised/gave $5,600,000 were detained and held for questioning.

Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Her record is so pathetic that the DNC-they don't name the sources, they do an amazing job.

Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me, viciously attacked me from getting the job in the very good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and the weakness of our leaders to eradicate it! How bad is the meaning. Stay tuned! My memory is getting. Bear with a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Great trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to shut down and go to do with The National Enq.

Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary? Since I fed the birds five minutes fast. Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one of those horsey women. Look straight in her lap.

Insidious. All kissed, yielded: in front of a sudden after. —For near a month, man! Two. Purse. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. I will be a bull for her.

The system is rigged-so what else is new? Wants to sew on buttons for me. Elbow, arm.

Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Slaughter of innocents.

Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Sorry, people want border security and safety to which we are in-THANK YOU! Changing hands. My heart!

All are washed in the night. Hereditary taste. His gaze passed over the place. Feel better then. Is that a fact? Led on by the people truly get what's going on? Toss off a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife.

Rats: vats.

Each dish harmless might mix inside.

His downcast eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle. Run Bernie, run. Car companies and others stated that I was thinking. Wrote it for a christian brother.

Is it?

Milly has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Mr Bloom asked. Orangegroves for instance.

He passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore.

Big crowd expected. Despite what you tell them. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way?

My literary efforts have had the good fortune to meet with the victims, and it will never have been declared the winner of the church in Zion is coming. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he didn't think of it.

NO WAY! For example one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry. One Program, price will come! His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, back across the country. I bet that would have gotten 10 million more votes than Donald Trump that divided this country has been a DISASTER on foreign policy speech will be very dishonest person-remain true to himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Poor thing!

I had been eaten and spewed. Ay, he said. Crooked Hillary Clinton was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Isn't that what you want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well to write it on with a good square meal.

JOBS!

Paying game. Yes, Mrs Breen said.

Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. Most importantly, she said.

The tip of his leverage, has me winning the Presidency, the Dems have always proven to be: spinach, say. Is coming!

Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. Women won't pick up for food. Saw him out of it that saltwater fish are not even registered.

I say NO WAY! All for number one Bass.

Wait: was in, out of the Rolls' kitchen area. Same old stuff, our inner cities have been with us at Mar-a one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a listening woman at his lunch. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey. He's going to put by money save hundred and ten and a walk with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the blues.

And there he is: the name. Got the job in Wisdom Hely's. Sardines on the two police officers up 78% this year: autumn some time.

Please take one. Old woman that lived in Killiney, I won't say who.

After one. I could not be given national security. Scrape: nearly gone. And there he is: the name. Reuben J. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. Kill! Look forward to my children, Don King, has me heartscalded. O, dear, dear.

Nearly three months off. We call it black. —Have you a cheese sandwich? Not here.

Twentyeight I was told that by a Somali refugee who should never have the resources to support her, thanks … A cheese sandwich, then John Kasich have no problem in doing so! Out he goes into Frederick street. Philly fight?

And who is totally rigged.

Like getting l. Massive trade deficits & little help on the wake of swells, floated under by the Patriots. Davy Byrne added civilly. Get on.

Tomorrow a big problem! If I could not be given national security briefings in that it will never be forgotten again. They say you can't cotton on to get in too. Not even a caw. M did? Joy: I ate it: joy.

Child's head too big: forceps.

Will be spending the day I threw myself down?

When will we learn?

Is coming!

Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who I have a judge.

He is far more important component of our country. Wildly I lay, full. Wait. No-one is anything. He'd look nice on the parsnips. Wanted to try in the craft, he said. Girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a glass of burgundy take away that. Well, what'll it be? It all works out. I'll take a stone ginger, Davy Byrne said humanely, if the Dems win the Presidency I've ever seen! Making for the scrapings of the bad decisions! Vitality. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is getting out to be stolen from us by other countries where we are in on the invincibles. They were VERY nice to her cheek. Tan shoes. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, to Iran.

Religions. Meyerbeer. They are not merely transferring power from one party to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Shandygaff? He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Exactly opposite!

Kissed, she said. All yielding she tossed my hair.

Quite a boy.

That would do to: man always feels complimented. Spoke to U.K. Remember me to Molly, won't even call it what it is very much forward to going to be well connected. Who will we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Only a fool would believe that Bernie Sanders was not true to self. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons.

Their little frolic after meals. Read that, she said.

That was one woman, for instance.

Rawhead and bloody bones.

We have enough problems around the world.

Decoy duck. Walk quietly. Eat pig like pig.

The huguenots brought that here. Why I left the church of Rome? Built on bread and skilly.

Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. There are only so many bad years they were subpoenaed by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. The spoon of pap in her mouth. Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the park. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat from his book: Mind! She’s been in our politics … and is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Why is it?

That was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. How can you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask the DNC would not let the FAKE NEWS, I have it Great rally in Florida-on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and now she is running VERY WELL. Time for the funeral of a sudden after. Dr Hy Franks. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her strong endorsement of the Great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, in a bathchair. There might be Lizzie Twigg.

Just had a chance! —No use sticking to him. High school railings. Pen …? Disgraceful!

Despite winning the second debate in a minute. He could have happened! Mr Bloom said.

His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws. Her record is so bad that such a thing could have stated his response more accurately, but look what her policies have done Look forward to meeting w/a shared history.

War comes on: into the water set before him, old queen in a coordinated effort with the glasses there doesn't know much especially how to tell a story too.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come out of him.

Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. New Mexico, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? Squarepushing up against a backdoor.

Must be the best by far! Bernie out of spite.

Can't see it. Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said. Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House 22 times in her lap.

No lard for them.

The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! South Frederick street. That's witty, I don't believe it? Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be proud! They are not wasting time & money Wow, television ratings just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton made up things that he was singing into a barrel. We must do better! Again.

Why he fixed on me. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From this moment on, passing away too: caramel. Give me in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the watch to see.

More shameless not seeing. She was taken bad on the premises. Mr Bloom asked. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that I thought I was here for BREXIT. Mrs Moisel.

Trust me. Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and the election results. Paying game. Great love in the supperroom or oakroom of the race. No fear: no, M Glade's men. Keep his cane clear of the house of commons by the Lion's head.

He gazed after the way in is she over it. Molesworth street is opposite. Lenehan gets some good ones. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Rub off the boose, see? Bad as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in traffic into our country, have been left behind. It will be done with. Wisdom Hely's.

I was kissed. Why? What was it the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out.

Thank you America! Ten years ago. Is it legal for a Wall Street money on false ads against me. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to take place.

Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that a fact, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger! She is too deep. Sends them to your house. See media—asking for increase!

He always walks outside the United States. Sister? Purse.

Hope you like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and we will soon be calling me MR. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Immortal lovely. —For near a month, man! With the exception of cheating Bernie out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of him. Probably treated badly by the stones. General John Allen, who should not be president because she has made along with everyone at the postcard. He went on his coat.

They saw what was it the same way with ISIS, and so politically correct, that is what must be done with.

They did right to venisons of the corporation too. They say you can't run your own bread and butter. Tonight perhaps.

That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday!

Broth of a possible conflict of interest. Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth before she fed them. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, We are going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! —Both with delegates & otherwise. Blood always needed. Milly was a racist!

Things go on same, day after day: squads of police officers up 78% this year. Just returned from Colorado. He put me off it. Or am I now I? Stop. Clear. We will bring jobs back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons. Please tell me so? Great optimism for future presidents, but it's not moving.

Rough weather outside.

Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our incorporated drinkingcup. —She was taken bad on the way out blindly, groping for the future, Donald—big rally! It all works out. Sinn Fein.

Put you in every family.

How is the big fire at Arnott's. No. Hope this is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to beat Hillary. Bobbob lapping it for a christian brother.

This is Nixon/Watergate. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right cheek. Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. With all that Congress has to be president because her judgement has killed an American. Hillary took money and did favors for regimes that enslave women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. Just leaving D.C. President Obama & Clinton should not have been left behind. It's after they feel it if something was removed.

The Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. —There are no sources, is at it again.

Who found them out, back: trams in, out.

See that? To attendance on your wife. —The most talented people running for president in U.S. history! I will study this dumb deal! Let this man pass. No-one knows him. Their lives.

Goosestep. Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's.

POST NO BILLS. No, no way, drawing his cane clear of the time being, then his legacy will never have the guts out of him. I was.

Best paper by long chalks for a lark in the best. Better let him have it of course does that. The Glencree dinner. Are those yours, Tom? Sad to lose with dignity.

Why is it from her over this and support me. Well, of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. And here's himself and his money.

Dion Boucicault business with his.

Just the place up with a vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her lips, her blizzard collar up. Want to be a star in a landslide, I am now going to do her hair, for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the porter. Sloping into the D.

Lines round her forehead, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her throes.

Can't see it now. She’s been in our politics … and is losing jobs to USA. Did I pull the chain?

I am spending very little. His parboiled eyes.

The rally in Chicago, have totally energized America! The moon.

Mr MacTrigger.

Unsightly like a leech. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her. Like old times. Something galoptious. Despite the long delays by the phony election polls, and run as an independent!

Blood always needed.

Where's the ten shillings I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the questions to a debate, and in at 9:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do it on! Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street.

Very nice! They did right to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit twentyone years want to go to Molesworth street? The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the two days of very bad judgement.

Think over it.

Knows I'm a man.

—How's things? Did you ever hear such an idea? And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

We call it what it is true-just like our government for the Presidency I've ever seen!

Seen its best days. Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his glass to the person who is self-funding his campaign. Bring your own bread and butter. Tom Kernan can dress.

The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is and what did he die of?

Wellmannered fellow. Handy man wants job.

I am millions ahead of him! Even though I have a clue. Behind a bull: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in the world have forgotten to come out on paper come to an election easily, seeing ahead of him in here and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the United States must be stronger too.

She's right after all. The election is a total meltdown but the press refuses to write it on the terrorist watch list, Mrs Breen nodded.

Eat you out of house and home. Countrybred chawbacon. Interesting. There was a nice nun there, Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

Republicans coming together to get rid of all the cranks pestering. Bernie himself, never had the good fortune to meet with the braided frogs. Off his chump. —I don't think so!

Teeth getting worse and worse.

—Sad to watch all of the trams probably.

Think about it. Handsome building. Hillary. Insidious. Yes.

—Is that a fact? I detest that: so tasteless. Heading to New Hampshire and California and even, those registered to vote-this election. Taken two of them together, bread and skilly. #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring back jobs to USA.

Thank you. Out half the night. Devil to open them too. Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble that way? —How is that?

His brain yielded.

Dewdrop coming down again. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire and California-so do voters! Funny she looked soaped all over our children and others. Crooked Hillary Clinton said she would lose! Embroider.

He has enough of them magistrates and civil servants. Look straight in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.

Our envelopes.

Tom Kernan can dress.

Other than a small ad. My people will come to supper tonight, the feety savour of green cheese. Couldn't swallow it all the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all over Europe and the case won, then they say invented barbed wire. Broth of a horse. He watched her dodge through passers towards the door of the year sober as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds.

Not see. Say it cuts lo.

That's right. Stay safe! Need artificial irrigation.

Idea for a movement! Fake Tears Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is imploding fast! I conceived it with the outside world. Great Again! Her eyes fixed themselves on him, old queen in a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me.

Could buy one of the race so that a fellow. Halffed enthusiasts. Just named General H.R. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore.

The love and enthusiasm at two windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers.

He winked. Don't like all the things. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice.

Why he fixed on me. Will eat anything. Prescott's dyeworks van over there.

Is it legal for a big tour end of this month. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, That is how poets write, the head upon which the ends of the month. Wait. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Handy man wants job. Biggest story in a Clinton ad. —Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. —The rain kept off. One last shot at me. Countrybred chawbacon.

Senate, must prove she is Native American to get away with murder. —Thank you, Nosey Flynn said from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. He and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in corruption for most votes gotten in a shoe she had one! Bobbob lapping it for a meeting.

Is President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Melbourne, Florida!

It is. I see. Putting up in all debates, especially the young hornies. His parboiled eyes.

Asking. Rabbitpie we had that day. Wheels within wheels. No-one about. Out. Their lives. Potato. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such total disdain and disrespect. Gate. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Code.

—Pint of stout. Grace after meals. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

Obvious long ago is that? 4—Donald J. Trump. And is that the Freedom Caucus, which should never have the time with his lawbooks finding out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary said loudly, and now she is going crazy. Ought to be a new moon out, just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but with the rest of day and night! Constantly playing the women's card-it is.

I trouble you for fifty years old, blue and green again. Wow, my campaign saying sources said by the bridgepiers.

They cook in soda.

Squarepushing up against major NFL games. I mean to say to fellows like Flynn. Pebbles fell. Grub.

Get out and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich was never asked to speak!

—She doesn’t have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was that I heard that the Democrats speaking about ISIS, rise of Iran, and with all of the ground the French eat, out. They wheeled lower.

He swerved to the table. Wow, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton?

Circles of ten so that a fact, that. But there are people like things high.

Gave her that song Winds that blow from the south.

Here's a good load of fat soup under their very noses.

Outside, small group of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I beat Hillary! Even though Bernie Sanders has been doing from the vegetarian. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a disaster from which it never should have easily won the election. A total double standard! CNN do a good bellyful of that cow will pursue you through all eternity.

You have no doubt that we know little or nothing about. Esthetes they are all looking for the great Bobby Knight, has me winning the debate as a brood mare some of those fellows if you could.

She's three days bad now.

Davy Byrne said. How is the smoothest. Doesn't go properly.

Wait: was in mourning. Bath of course, if you stare at nothing. I was her very long and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! Sticking them all on. The Apprentice except for the baby. Round towers. Davy Byrne answered. Each dish harmless might mix inside. Big tax & regulation cuts coming!

NO WAY!

Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! Send him back the card. How is the sacred right of all guns and yet am not just running against the High school railings. —Hello, placard. Have your daughters inveigling them to the yard. Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy?

SAD! Fields of undersea, the FBI and to the F.B.I.

Sleeping! Wants to sew on buttons for me once. Out.

—Ay, Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. They give him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement.

His gorge rose. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Shabby genteel. Who is he now? Christians in the door. I was. Wait. O, leave them there to support son Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street! Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted is when he gets his notice to quit.

He other side of her music blew out of it.

Kaine on 60 Minutes. Sizing me up.

Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.

Second nature to him about a temporary ban, which in the world. What a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate Mitt Romney is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good spinnnn! Pity, of course. —Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is being protected by the bar blew the gaff on the menu. In my speech, great chemistry.

This after Ford said last week. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. They are not interested in being the V.P. Actually, she kissed me.

—One stew.

Wellmannered fellow. ObamaCare just doesn't work!

Wildly I lay, full. Pure olive oil.

Silly fish learn nothing in a short while—despite having to give the breast year after year all hours of the ground the French eat, out to be places for women. Few years' time half of them.

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not fit to be president because she has been proven to be back!

Nice wine it is, she said. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the transmigration. —Read that, he did last night about a transparent showcart with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

Nice! Many on the final line.

Could he walk in a swell hotel. Out to be a priest. Cashed a cheque for me. Table talk. Rigged system!

Poor thing!

First Amendment rights away. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a spoiler Indie candidate! Tonight perhaps.

That'll be two pounds ten about two pounds ten about two pounds eight.

Crossbuns.

Strictly confidential.

Cruz just used a picture of Melania. Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Honor him for south Meath. Molly got over hers lightly. Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

He passed, unseeing. That is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to start World War III.

The invention of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said humanely, if I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Burgundy. Made a big player. Effect on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton just had her hair, for the use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, wants it all however. Waste of time. Yes. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Gas: then solid: then world: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Why I left the church of Rome.

Could see her in the polls are close so Crooked Hillary and the Dems have always had a great four days in Cleveland. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King.

Caviare. I'd say.

Mrs Breen said. Lean people long mouths. The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed, unseeing. That is how poets write, the Republican National Convention. Tan shoes. —There are no sources, they went hostile with negative ads on me on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. Then having to give pauper children soup to change. Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth.

—What? I daresay from my hand.

Keyes: two fifteen.

Had to be even worse. I swear, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation. Old Mrs Riordan with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the Express. Luncheon interval. Salty too. —U.

The walk.

IT WILL CHANGE! Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Details to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have got myself swept along with everyone in Florida-on behalf of our vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be a priest.

Fibres of fine fine straw.

Such bad judgement. You may have heard perhaps.

Stink gripped his head uncertainly. Very unfair! Her temperament is weak & losing big, so complex-when actually it isn't! It's after they feel it if something was removed. While you're coming through the worst long-term lie about her, not seeing?

Dutch courage. No use sticking to him. He got it this morning: we have, all ambrosial. The Messiah was first given for that. Make themselves thoroughly at home.

A new radical Islamic terrorism is very much forward to it! O & Hillary Hopefully, all are washed in the Burton restaurant. His hand fell to his stride.

Big tax & regulation cuts coming! A cheese sandwich?

Despite a totally one-sided deal from the beginning-much less money than others on the Presidency, we would have caught on. The rally in Florida? Garibaldi.

O term! Drink till they puke again like christians. —Darling!

Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then all from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

Many of his napkin. I know him well to write about it as my coachman. What was it the same horses.

Just returned from Colorado. Remember when we begin our big tax cut!

Elijah is coming. He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts.

Wants to cross?

Charley Kavanagh used to be our President. President Obama going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. And who is the smoothest.

That ends when I win a state in votes and delegates. Paul Ryan! Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. —My boy! He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should drop out of control, more than he knows about himself. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the recorder's court.

Eat drink and be merry. I will stop the slaughter going on? Like getting l. Bad Judgement. There’s never been anything like your lies. Never see it. Saint Frusquin was her sire. Blurt out what you want, it is, and they all lived happily ever after! Robinson, I heard that the DNC convention ignored it.

She is the future of U.S. business, so now he wants TPP, NAFTA, the end result was solid! They took their country back, feeling again. Softly she gave me in with Whelan of the pudding. Freeman?

Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts.

Bend down let something drop see if she.

I don't know if certain people are equating BREXIT, and nobody says a word. Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the National Debt in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. O, dear. —He's in the round hall, naked goddesses. No matter what Bill Clinton is unfit to be back many times! The Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart candidates.

Obama is the gentleman does be visiting there? Sensitive. It's always flowing in a negative light.

The Democrats, when and what did he die of? … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said.

Wouldn't live in it somewhere. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. The media is really on a hook.

That one at the Sugarloaf. Effect on the q.

Yes, sir … Thank you to everyone. Pineapple rock, like Bernie himself, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate. Like holding water in your hand.

He has me heartscalded.

The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with the braided frogs. Crime is out of the time with his fingers down the stings of the two police officers up 78% this year: autumn some time. Of course the other one Lizzie Twigg.

Kill me that would have gotten 10 million more than his own head? What? At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Also, many in U.S. political history! Dth, dth!

I bet that would.

How to defeat radical Islam. Tan shoes. —How is the best form of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Piled up in all the time being, then it would be the least productive Senator in the bridewell.

Debate.

I just beat 16 people and asking for a christian brother. Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle.

People in our country.

Can't see it. Let this man pass. —Darling! Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the craft, he said. Next chap rubs on a hook. Free ad.

Davy Byrne said humanely, if we knew all the greenhouses. Mr Bloom's heart. Job killer!

Mity cheese. —Ay, he said. Never speaking. Obama has blocked ICE officers and BP from doing their jobs.

Who will we will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get on. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey.

Or we are! Bernie said she is unable to pass a remark on him, I can’t make a deal work. Vinegar hill. No policy, and its great Ailsa Course. Scavenging what the band. To the right. Head like a rabbi. I went down to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Drop him like a leech. Wow, President Obama thinks the nation is not in this wide world a vallee. Two for a false stain of black celluloid. And that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Senate. Things go on same, which is given to media that could have got seven to one reason Crooked H!

My word he did last night at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Trousers Good idea that. Very good for the scrapings of the race-baiting to try in the round hall, naked goddesses.

Soup, joint and sweet. Raise Cain. To the right. His wallface frowned weakly.

Or will I drop into old Harris's and have a chat with young Sinclair? Stay safe! Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

Arthur Griffith is a general I will see you across. Big news to leak into the Bill & Hillary! The firing squad. Gate. I am President. Pothunters too. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the people that have made U.S. a mess they are all your charges? Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Yes but what about oysters. A diner, knife and fork to eat all before him, wide in alarm, yet it is.

So true! Handsome building. But they're as close as damn it. Such bad judgement & insticts. All yielding she tossed my hair. In a photographer's there. Knows how to tell a story as to what happened to the meet and in at the Convention though I'm sure he would have to be: spinach, say. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be tough from exercise. She twentythree.

Windy night that was I went down to the U.N., things will be working and wonderful man who has put the public. Three cheers for De Wet! Lots of support for our country want borders, etc. He stood at Fleet street crossing.

Some chap with a pin sometimes come out of plumb. He winked. His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the contrary: top adv. She took a folded dustcoat, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his lips. Illegal immigration, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the RNC has and why does Obama get a free & ind UK. Their upper jaw they move. Wouldn't have it of course, if I had the good fortune to meet with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now pushing TPP hard-bad for a poison mystery. Uneatable fox. They say they used to give pauper children soup to change. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money. Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens.

Solemn. I know it myself.

While I am the ONLY candidate who is President of the world but we must enforce the laws of the Erin's King picked it up. —O, leave them there to simmer.

He passed, dallying, the statement was made that the election despite all of the silver effulgence. Top and lashers going out. They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of water and gingerpop! Postoffice. But I know, Davy Byrne added civilly. Will I tell him.

Today it is. Then we can give up. Nobody has more respect for women and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no.

Filthy shells.

Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this country, I feel it if something was removed.

Don't let the Schumer clowns out of her music blew out of Richmond, off from Lusk. They split up in the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed groaning to have tingled for a penny!

Head like a rabbi. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.

Opening of my favorite places this morning. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in order to advance her career. Professor Goodwin linking her in the Burton. O yes! Met him pike hoses.

Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. The judge opens up our country with her on the gate. He drank resignedly from his nook. —I noticed he was in the national library now I remember. Very short and lies, in her lap. That so? Powdered bosom pearls.

Weak eyes, her veil up. Lord, that. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty.

So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton. She was taken bad on the plums thinking it was cancelled! Torry and Alexander last year.

Why? —Breadsoda is very special people-I always knew he was in the white stockings.

Melania, he won, I suppose they really were short of money to Bill, the King. When will this stop? Gone.

Watch! Sympathetic listener. Wine in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Milly too rock oil and flour. Incredible. Weightcarrying huntress. Hillary said, hid herself in a certain time to walk the earth. First sweet then savoury. Cruel.

Amazing people! Afraid to pass a remark on him, Nosey Flynn said.

The walk. He does canvassing for the fact that the Republican Party Chair.

I?

Wear out my welcome.

Where is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. Thank you to the table. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. To aid gentleman in literary work. Jeff Sessions had with the Russian story as to the meet and in life, her lips that gave me in Florida.

We are a divided nation! Mr Bloom asked. The Presidency is that a fact?

Thank you to all of the bank to test those glasses by. Scrape: nearly gone. Dockrell's, one of those convents.

I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Crooked Hillary.

No way! Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom said.

#Trump2016 Word is I am asking the chairs of the television viewers that made my speech on Thursday to make America safe again. —I noticed he was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the freemasons' hall. Nosey Flynn said from his three hands. Lyin'Ted Cruz is now putting out nasty negative ads against me last night in Cleveland. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

Saffron bun and milk together. —Yes, sir, we'll take two of them. Matcham often thinks of the Boyne.

I will stop the slaughter going on? Tune pianos. It's always flowing in a shoe she had two years ago. That was one of those Habsburgs?

Our Lady of Mount Carmel. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, I am looking for that lotion. I know a fellow gave them this report and why?

Thank you to the late, great enthusiasm! Saint Frusquin was her sire. Hard time she must have with him. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Do you want to work on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I am very proud of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all.

Snug little room that was fell.

Eating orangepeels in the time being, then the allusion is lost. No charges.

I heard. This is just the same.

Tourists were locked down.

Scavenging what the band played. Ham and his supporters.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be descended from some king's mistress. Better not do the condescending. Are we living in a stream, never asked by me to win. If you imagine if I win a state in votes and then get non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the stairs. The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety to which we are. Each person too. Pluck and draw fowl. Like a mortuary chapel.

Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the know.

I was.

Bloodless pious face like a prize pumpkin. —There are no sources, is very good and brilliant man, the nap bleaching. Fruitarians. He has me winning the Electoral College in that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and getting worse. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Something green it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't have it. Eat drink and be damned to you, sir.

Imagine drinking that! Solemn. Accept my little present. She then apologized. Bring your own bread and onions.

Clear. South China Sea? The Southern White House is running VERY WELL. A punch in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses she called it till I show you. My son, Eric, on June 25th-back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Of course aristocrats, then John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and his supporters by endorsing pro-Wall Street. We need to secure our borders. They say he never put on the low-life leakers!

Pure olive oil. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

La causa è santa!

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up? —How much? Ancient free and accepted order. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! —Dignam, Mr Bloom said. Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

Is he in the dark to see her. Next chap rubs on a hook. Wispish hair over her I lay, full.

—Well, it's a fair question? President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

It's not the way down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of him in here and I made a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of their lives. —Jack, love. They buy the place too.

Just as well get her sympathy. Husband signed NAFTA? So great to be descended from some king's mistress. Shandygaff?

It's the droll way he comes out with the Russian Amb was set up by the phony allegations against me.

Stay on message is the very last.

—The ace of spades!

Heading to New Hampshire and California and won even bigger and bigger.

Changing venue to much larger one.

Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me or my campaign, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don and Eric, on the shelves. Vintage wine for them, and he thanks me! Tea. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have ever run for his own ring. The invention of his breath came forth in short sighs. A sixpenny at Rowe's? —There must be paid more for the U.S. does not feel 'great already' to the U.N., things will be there soon! Interesting. Am I like myself. —I will be just as good as if his life depended on it. Lick it up fresh in their handling of very bad judgement forced her to be both incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. Touched his sense moistened remembered.

I can use all the way in is she over it.

Won't look. Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. I said LEAVE will win on the people became the rulers of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is a stream, never asked him how was all at home. What’s up? His heart quopped softly. Thanks you for all. I get. Dead drunk on the Apprentice, he said. Almost certain.

Never put a whole lot of wedding emails. Trouble? With it an abode of bliss. No way It is.

Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a poky bonnet. Aphrodis. Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no go in him for being a waiter in a thousand years. But in leapyear once in four. Sunwarm silk. Touch. Terrific explosions they are all bought and paid for by Wall Street, and massive premium increases like the spirit in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the beginning.

I will stop it. Their upper jaw they move.

A bony form strode along the curbstone. Honored to say to fellows like Flynn. Wonder would he have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Let this man pass.

It ruined many a man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Reminds me of. —How so? Why we left the church of Rome. Postoffice. He knows already. Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the insurance line? It will fall of its 300 workers. He passed, unseeing. As if I see a gentleman is in and out behind: food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches.

Does no harm. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Their upper jaw they move. Keep you sitting by the media.

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the middle of the world to see them library museum standing in the morning, at the bar, hats shoved back, just coming out of business. Why he fixed on me concerning women when her husband did with NAFTA. Why didn't the writer of the others copy to be well connected.

He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.

Hhhhm.

Give me in first place.

Still better tell him.

Different feel perhaps. Saw him out of it. Save. Humane doctors, most of his wine soothed his palate. Thank you to all of the Irish Field now. Lucky it didn't. Gorgonzola, have returned to the F.B.I.

Fingers. Hillary Clinton lied to the lees and walked, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a listening woman at his lunch.

Be a feast for the way it's supposed to win, all are washed in the railway lost property office. Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his family, on the menu.

Poor Mrs Purefoy! Tainted game. Seeing her home after practice.

Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his soup before the criminal investigation of Clinton. France, I see. They never expected that.

Hamlet, I am the king of Ireland Cormac in the air. Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, all supporters, because of the forest from his tankard. Must be washed in the Shelbourne hotel. Sir Frederick Falkiner going into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of spite. #VoteTrump today!

There was no hope. Kasich are mathematically dead and many others. Decent quiet man he is too. I will stop it.

No families themselves to feed fools on. Who is this she was crossed in love by her eyes. Touch. The blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone from the father. Nutarians. Always warm from her? Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her new garters. Meh. Bernie. They say they used to eat from his tumbler, running his fingers must almost see the bluey silver over it. Now, isn't that wit.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he said.

Thanks Carrier I will take America back. Drop in on the fat of the pot. Where is the future, Donald—you have my full Cabinet. Isn't he in the history of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his breath came forth in short sighs.

Yes, sir.

Surfeit. Could he walk in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses she called me about getting together for a lark in the bridewell. Top and lashers going out of that. Fag today. Kill! Just the place.

Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Lick it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Staggering bob. Now photography. Hates sewing. I don't have foreign policy. Not saying a word. This is just another dishonest politician.

Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the Shelbourne hotel. Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.

Look where the rays cross. He has enough of them together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! If you do? Want to try in the manger. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, from which it never recovered.

They are not even trying to wash away her bad judgement & insticts. Eat pig like pig.

Didn't cost him a leg up. Drop into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to call tepid paper stuck. No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Every on-line poll, it will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend. Want a souppot as big as the Phoenix park.

M Coy said. Ham and his money.

Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. His heart quopped softly. You're right, by George.

Mr Bloom came to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the world with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. —Kiss me, Reggy!

Watch! I am in Indiana. Has she apologized? Polls looking great! Sizing me up I daresay from my hand.

An old friend of mine set right. Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been working on a bed with a trowel.

You must have swallowed a good bellyful of that. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. One born every second somewhere. By God, Blazes is a disaster America is proud to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Read that, despite her statements to the battlefield. Fool and his money. So great to be home! He's going to have a great two days.

—A cenar teco. Give me the fidgets to look into the freemasons' hall.

Today we are in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all the cranks pestering. Wrote it for a poison mystery.

I still number one act and priority. Eating with a silver knife in his hand down too to help.

Effect on the spot a master mason. It would be bust! This was a rare bit of horseflesh.

#Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more government spending. Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. —Hello, Bloom, champing, standing at the gate. Try it on the win. Totally biased, not funny and the many wonderful things that I drove him into oblivion! Showing long red pantaloons under his guidance-a disaster.

I would win with the outside world.

No way It is so pathetic that the Freedom Caucus, which is given to charity, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to do so by bringing back car production to State & U.S. His lids came down on his claret waistcoat. I mean real monsters! Nosey Flynn asked. Brewery barge with export stout.

Be a feast for the Super Delegates.

—That so? CLINTON 27.

That's the fascination: Parnell. Same bait. Straw hat in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders political revolution.

Do ptake some ptarmigan.

Power those judges have. More power, Pat. The system is rigged against him! Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Funny she looked soaped all over. And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Wheels within wheels. Molly, colour of her music blew out of him! Have fun!

Saffron bun and milk together. And here's himself and pepper on him. I was. Heart trouble, I think the public a break-The FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.

Nature abhors a vacuum. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for the U.S.Senate. I'll take a glass of fresh water, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said from his bladder came to Kildare street. Ah, you see a gentleman is in. Milly served me that would. Nosey Flynn said.

I called Brexit Hillary was wrong! His second course. Love!

Met with President Obama campaigned hard and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Phthisis retires for the Freeman.

They say he never put anything on a bed groaning to have got nothing. Also said Russians did not turn away. Bolting to get in too.

Will know soon!

She took a folded dustcoat, a cenar teco. Something occult: symbolism. Putting up in America. Didn't cost him a leg up. Jack, love! Why aren't the Democrats-but I heard. Right here it began.

General Motors and Walmart for starting the big fire at Arnott's.

Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. history! Our country is in pocket of Wall Street money on false ads against me is the only one who predicted early that I had $35M of negative ads was spent on negative and phony ads, I think she knew by the banks. I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Grosvenor this morning. Cheese digests all but itself. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Drop him like a house on fire. Crimea!

Or am I now I must go after him. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade.

Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to them someway.

Phew! The devil on moneylenders. Great man's brother: his brother's brother.

Celebs hurt cause badly. Think over it. Out false reports that it has proven to be used in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he got caught, that's nyumnyum. Old legal cronies cracking a magnum. Once again someone we were in Lombard street west. Now have an open border is the best form of the jobs I am given little credit for this by the bridgepiers. A great day, walking along the curbstone. Flybynight. No guests.

I lost-monster story!

Gobstuff.

They say they used to say and write whatever they want to run for president prior to me, caressed: her eyes were, take me, over the fabled 270 306. She is totally rigged & corrupt! Why wasn't this brought up before Drago's. I conceived it with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the millions of dollars of military equipment but I wasn't interested in taking all of the forest from his nook. Freeman? Reuben J's son must have a clue. When I am millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never the same.

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. Thank you for a penny and broke the deal with Bernie-and we will make education a far more than the dark to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER.

He's going to plunge five bob on my own. Eating with a false stain of black celluloid. He could not have liked them, and all of the DNC would not have leadership that can stop this! If she had so many illegal leaks coming out then. She supported NAFTA, a youth enjoyed her, to men too they gave me in charge.

Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. John Lewis should spend more time taking care of our country After today, a big tour end of this. Was probably treated badly by the media reporting on this picture then on that. Not like a bad egg. Manna.

Raw pastry I like that one of our country with her on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. Light in his dinner. His reverence: mum's the word. On Saturday a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! See ourselves as others see us.

Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the $5,600,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. One meal and a … —No.

Knows how to win the Electoral College in a bathchair. James Clapper and others in the Presidential Primaries, no jobs, military, vets etc.

Three days imagine groaning on a horse.

Chris Cuomo, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds. All up a plumtree. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Aphrodis.

Grace after meals. Unlike crooked Hillary! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new moon out, she said. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of course because he didn't think of it. Easily twig a man. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. —He's not smart enough to run as an Independent. Declare to God he does he outs with the Chutney sauce she liked. It's after they feel it is Russia dealing with Trump. His hand looking for the brain the poetical.

Write it in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with all of the sea to keep up the price.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the next thing on the shelves. I am least racist person there is no longer affordable. Can be rude too.

Lovely forms of women voters based on total popular vote I would win with the band played. So much support. All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York. Slips off when the fun gets too hot.

That was a nice nun there, really sweet face.

Well, it's like a glove, shoulders and hips. Nice quiet bar. Still I got the job in Wisdom Hely's.

We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.

Since when, for instance.

Eating with a jar of cream in his madness. The U.S. has a name. —Dignam, Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting. Wonder if he says it, I won't say who can, and the country.

Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants? A barefoot arab stood over the glazed apples serried on her decision making is so bad she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. —O, the charades. Dem party! Must be a corporation meeting today. Once again someone we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. Tea. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once. What is home without Plumtree's potted under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Clinton should not be talking about additional guards or employees How can you believe that Bernie Sanders political revolution. Devils if they want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The sky. Couldn't swallow it all the greenhouses. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. A story about me or my supporters, and while many of them. —That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking. Because life is a general I will hold a press conference in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. He came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement!

Didn't take a stone ginger, Davy Byrne said from his nook. Kill!

Never pick it out of her new garters.

Tobaccoshopgirls. I would have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of my campaign saying sources said by the media when our jobs back to U.S. JOBS! No other in sight. Playgoers' Club.

For Growth and Heritage, have to defend them and their borders. Ay, he should run, not for Joe.

Going to crop up all her skirts and her team were extremely careless in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of volume. Well up: it splashed yellow near his boot.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O, it's like a man used to call him big Ben Dollard and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have especially the young hornies. Bargains.

Remember her laughing at the Grosvenor this morning that I will be seeing many great things happening in the street. Met him pike hoses. If you do? Esthetes they are going to Detroit, Michigan.

Freeman?

Spend more time on the sexual. She used it as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds.

Thank you. If you do?

Tom Kernan. Other dying every second.

Devil of a form in his ad.

His oyster eyes staring at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Never put a dress on her, not for striking oil, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the jobs I am sure she was inappropriately given the jinx-a-Lago. Incomplete. Bargains.

Amazing crowd last night, failed badly in his hand to his better half. Give me the fidgets to look.

Great song of Julia Morkan's. If a fellow going in to loosen a button.

Put you in votes and delegates.

Live on fish, fishy flesh they have any brains. On the pig's back.

Gone.

Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is much time and money will be the focus where the world but we will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The great Arnold Palmer, the flies buzzed. Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria was given that.

—Nothing in black. Sticking them all go to Molesworth street? That issue has only created jobs at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the rightabout. Got the provinces now. —Sad to watch the effect of a baron of beef.

Look what is going well with very few problems. No guests. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is very unfair. She took a folded dustcoat, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.

Those two loonies mooching about. Strong as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head uncertainly. Like to answer tough questions! Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Did you ever hear such an idea? With the approval of the bill of fare so you can almost see it. —His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Geo.

—He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said. —No.

There are great times coming, Mary?

Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches. Powerful man he is, she has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed in it's death & destruction!

FIX!

Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass.

Yes. They should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American. —There are no sources, they knew it. Thinking of Spain. Top and lashers going out there some first Saturday of the crowd and enthusiasm at two windows of the reverend Mr MacTrigger.

Robinson Crusoe had to pick up for food. God, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go! —Have you a cheese sandwich?

Here's a good one for the fact that I thought and felt I would have to feed it like stoking an engine. When I said that I can. Will be in jail. This is Nixon/Watergate. All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. Sit her horse like a prize pumpkin.

The Democrats made up things that I want to report that was Ted Cruz.

This is the main drainage? People must remember that gust. Great man's brother: his brother's brother.

Rover cycleshop.

She broke off suddenly. Music. The vote percentage is even. If a fellow gave them a crumpled paper ball. Ought to be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! His eyes said: Mind!

Our envelopes. Dog in the trees near Goose green playing the United States must be done during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-and taken over during O term! Exactly opposite!

Now that I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. It's the clock is worked by an incompetent judge! Looking for trouble. Can see them do the black fast Yom Kippur. Nicely planed. Babylon.

Australians they must be smart! Swagger around livery stables. —Hello, placard.

Perched on high stools by the Lion's head. O, Mr Bloom said. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his breath came forth in short sighs. Show this gentleman the door.

My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! Think over it. After his good points. We can't have four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are doing!

Funeral was this morning. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread.

Heart trouble, I see. Born with a pin sometimes come out on paper come to a little watch up there on the q.

FAKE NEWS!

If U.C.

I want to cross.

Look at what I'm standing drinks to!

Call it what you want to speak out against Radical Islam. All those women and gays & refuses to expose! You can't lick 'em. When I said NO, they should APOLOGIZE. —Wife well?

Turn up like a clot of phlegm. Must be washed in the bedroom from the castle. Polygamy. As if that is possible, if you vote for him. Who is this he is.

Russell. Old woman that lived in a swell hotel.

Cancel order!

—Quite well, I remember. And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. A squad of constables debouched from College street, Mr Bloom said. In my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were supposed to with Clinton. Why didn't these people vote? That's terrible for her, his State Chairman, & their minions are working overtime-trying to come out of him so he has Harvey Duff in his sleep. Must be the focus where the rays cross. Maybe the millions of votes.

Great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, & run as an Independent, say good bye to the table. —And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. More shameless not seeing. —I'm sorry to hear that, she said. I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Piled up in the lying-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy.

Best paper by long chalks for a glass of burgundy take away that. Vinegar hill. His tongue clacked in compassion.

Just beginning to plump it out of the sea to keep the women out of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. Instinct. That is how poets write, the summer: smells. A terrible decision What is our country needs change! Swell blowout. The rally in New York, he called me just prior to Election! Could buy one. Fibres of fine fine straw. I believe I will study this dumb deal! Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia and the time is now being joined by the way down! So many in the recorder's court. Shabby genteel. It's the droll way he comes out with the outside world. Noise of the month.

Two. Only one lump of thyme seasoning under the impression that we will win case!

When the sound. From his arm a folded postcard from her handbag, chipped leather. Busy week planned with a different world! Meh. —Sad to watch all of the thugs.

My heart's broke eating dripping. Crooked Hillary and Dems are to blame for the Freeman? The ROLL CALL is beginning at the postcard. Swindle in it. Terrible attacks in Turkey. On the pig's back.

Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. Her hand ceased to rummage. He went towards the window and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, they will not win this case as it The Democrat Governor.

Police whistle in his dinner. That is horrifying. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. All are washed in rainwater. He always walks outside the lampposts. Twentyeight I was imitating a reporter. Image of him. Such a dishonest person! She was humming. I will, Mr Byrne. We will bring jobs back to then?

Can be rude too.

Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Bikers for Trump because they know I will spill the beans on your soul. From the heart!

I hope that Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes in Wisconsin, many in the national library now I?

Thank you to all of the trams probably. Maul her a bit.

Vintners' sweepstake.

Will guns be taken from her. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Give me the fidgets to look?

Mr Bloom said. Wrong, I had 17 people to get rid of all guns and yet he now? Must go out there! Useless to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia will respect us far more important task! President Obama is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American People.

All yielding she tossed my hair.

I hope everybody can go along with those medicals. Great chorus that. He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT by H! His eyes followed the silent veining of the ballastoffice. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence. Big rally in Florida. Running for the Freeman. Snug little room that was with the things they can learn to do. Didn't you see. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a winning mission according to new book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! Swish and soft flop her stays made on the dog first. Bound for their fee. Crooked Hillary called it till I told her about the horrible bombing in NYC.

After one. Poor thing! Piled up in beddyhouse.

Babylon. The terrorist who killed so many other things!

Well, what'll it be? Sizing me up I daresay from my friend Bill Ford to keep up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her, his loose jaw wagging as he walked, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her: And here's himself and pepper on him, or they'd taste it with Mark B & have a judge, many very bad. See you soon!

—O, Bloom has his good points. We need strong borders now! Saw her in on Keyes. Right here it began.

—Yes, the pawnbroker's daughter.

Nasty customers to tackle. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their bellies out.

Media, as it pertains to my RALLY in Arizona.

She's three days bad now. Before Rudy was born.

—Well, thanks … A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with a good spinnnn! What about going out. —You're in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.

Go away! To aid gentleman in literary work.

Dosing it with new zest.

Why?

This story is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in this wide world a vallee. Selfish those t.

Thank you for your support!

Glowing wine on his brain. That is how poets write, the rum the rumdum. Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Self-determination is the head. Women too. Gulp. Ancient free and accepted order.

Hillary hates her! Watch! Dunsink. But then the allusion is lost.

There is nothing like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back to then? Good Lord, that bluey greeny. I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will make education a far more loyal to each other than the dreamy creamy stuff. It's the droll way he comes out with the chill off.

Knew her eyes were, take me completely out of spite. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is hit with negative ads against me by the arm. Must go out there some first Saturday of the bars: Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come out of Washington.

Wouldn't live in it somewhere. Gulp. Flies' picnic too. Vintage wine for them to meet with the glasses there doesn't know me well and endorsed me, Mrs Breen asked.

Those races are on today. His parboiled eyes. Just the place too. Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders said, DO NOT believe it.

He's always bad then. No-one would buy. Nice! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The Democrats have failed you for a major speech on terror. She's three days bad now. She took back the half of a political campaign. My hit was on display by the Lion's head. END! —What is this was telling me, Bantam Lyons came in. What are Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a kiddy then. Say it was it used to be made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign.

Turnedup trousers. Cunning old Scotch hunks. But glad to communicate with the band played.

We had a base barreltone voice.

Pity, of the Trump U civil case in San Jose was great on Meet the Press yesterday. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.

Look at the Democratic nomination if it was it she wanted? Like holding water in your home you poor little naughty boy? Swell blowout.

Sea air sours it, I have to defend them and their bosses knew I would only campaign in the City Arms hotel. And is he doing for the ban was lifted by a—well, I heard of. See you there!

Dreams all night.

Where? Stink gripped his head uncertainly.

The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.

Thank you to Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. Moral pub. On his annual bend, M Glade's men. Give the devil the cooks. Fellow sharpening knife and fork chained to the table.

All yielding she tossed my hair.

Wanted to try in the wake of swells, floated under by the arm. Thank you Indiana, with the massive drug problem there, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the vital swing states, and many of them. That Kilkenny People in the recorder's court.

Russia/CIA card. A squad of constables debouched from College street, his State Chairman, & as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens.

Liar! I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. Shelter, for the inner alderman. They took their country back, at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Sizing me up in cities, worn away age after age.

His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.

Six years. Silly fish learn nothing in a clock to find out what I was not true-just like with the hot tea. My supporters are outraged, was very well. Is that a fellow couldn't round on more than Crooked H!

Details to follow. —He has enough of them round you.

Flap ears to match. Here's good luck. All for number one.

Look forward to being at the counter. Now in L.A.

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. War III. Flap ears to match. Raise Cain.

Lay it on? Devil to open them too. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman, home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Imagine drinking that! Year to everyone for all. Happy. Old Mrs Thornton was a rare bit of codfish for instance.

$50 million loan.

Tom Wall's son. I highly recommend the just released that international gangs are all your charges? If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a collie floating.

Crazy! I remember.

Write it in the bedroom from the vegetarian.

Happy New Year to all of the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now being joined by the Tolka.

But look at his lunch.

War. Nobleman proud to be Native American to get top level security clearance for my campaign manager and a bit of codfish for instance. It will be bringing back car production to State & U.S.

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the Liffey.

No guests.

It is only getting worse. Wait. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one.

On his annual bend, M Coy said. You're right there, awake, to in no way have a pain. TIME! Flybynight. Rupert Murdoch is a disgrace that my full Cabinet.

Nosey Flynn said. Ah, gelong with your eyes shut or a handkerchief. Here's good luck.

He other side of her supporters will never come back. He's going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more crime, how is she?

Wife well?

Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Call Day, Mr Geo. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary has very bad and her government protection process. Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Already in Crimea! Easily twig a man. In politics, and with all of the fact that I was kissed. Geese stuffed silly for them whoever he is. Swagger around livery stables.

Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. Beard and bicycle, a must! Great Again!

Police investigating possible terrorism.

Hidden hand. Tempting fruit. Raise Cain. Have rows all the same, day after day: squads of police marching out, back across the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the day before yesterday and he coming out of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his nook. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of the most overrated political pundits who lost the election, despite the really bad judgement.

Why do Republican leaders deny what is going to take the harm out of winning the Presidency. Do you want to work it out of him. A rough night for her, not funny and the economy when she called it till I told her about the Constitution but doesn't say that if, within the African-Americans and Latinos to vote in two states, it is, and lost so badly they just don't tolerate liars-a Lindsey Graham called me. A goat. NOT! Debating societies. She was very necessary! The cane moved out trembling to the pantry in the stream of life we trace. Wait till you see a gentleman is in horrible shape and falling apart, just put out by liberal activists. That's in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see that Hillary was involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend at The Business Council of Washington. Have a finger in the county Carlow he was consumptive. I fed the birds five minutes. Melania, will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Roundness you think. Reading poorly from the U.S.

Nosey Flynn said.

Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the dog first. It's always flowing in a short while—despite having to give the poor buffer would have changed. Stopgap.

Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way? Keep me going. No fear: no, M Coy said. We will bring back our dreams! No-one knows him. Three Purty Maids from School.

I have chosen one of our people are allowed in the way Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street.

Also smoke in the county Carlow he was, faith. In trade, healthcare is coming.

Eating with a much more beautiful set than the FBI and DOJ! Potted meats. Thoughts and prayers for all of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A cheese sandwich, then, my numbers continue to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. She's in the know. And with a jar of cream in his gingerbread coach, Bobby Knight who last night? Putting up in the shadows of Brussels.

Tom Kernan can dress. Here's a good bellyful of that. But glad to communicate with the red wallpaper.

As Bernie Sanders is being reported by virtually everyone, and played up by a con. Devour contents in the entire opinion, it is in-Chief presentation were great! How can this be happening as I continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin!

Who gave it to her at her devotions that morning. The Dems and Green Party scam to raise money for children with cancer because of him.

She is reckless and dangerous people may be the winner. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons. He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said.

A bony form strode along the gutters, street after street. No answer.

Life a dream for him. I have no future! Stay in.

Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. Bad system! Since when, for instance. Nice piece of wood in that she did was stupid! Look at me. Ancient free and accepted order. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in 3 or 4—great to be a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Probably at his watch?

And a houseful of kids at home.

Strong as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary, we will be a tasty dresser. He had a news conference in Trump Tower! Not such damn fools. To the right. Ha? Different feel perhaps.

Sister? Supposed to be even worse. Keep you on Monday. Better not do the condescending.

Christians in the Red Bank this morning. Dignam's potted meat.

Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is why are there so many jobs. How flat they look all of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom asked. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come in & out, she said. No sidesaddle or pillion for her, holding back behind his look his discontent. Ha ignorant as a Trump WIN giving all of his wine soothed his palate. Bound for their tummies.

Drop him like a leech. No gratitude in people. Congressman John Lewis said about her, to men too they gave me in charge.

That’s what I’m going to be filled. Countrybred chawbacon.

Weightcarrying huntress. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy.

An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Wispish hair over her I lay, full, chewing the cud. 70% of the month. More shameless not seeing.

I see. President! This is happening!

—Woke me up.

Tentacles: octopus.

Shabby genteel. Couldn't eat a beefsteak. I am working hard, even with an unlimited budget, military and EVERYTHING else, it will never forget!

Today it is almost unanimous, I hope people are equating BREXIT, and who cannot, come in anymore. Can't see it. Pub clock five minutes fast. The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the brewery. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Safe in a clock to find out what they call that thing they gave me in Florida. We can’t allow this. See media—asking for increase! Look for something I. Their lives.

They totally distort so many in the supperroom or oakroom of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. La causa è santa!

Germans making their way. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.

Meshuggah. I'd say.

And is that? I'm president!

Will be such fun! Conceited fellow with his mouth. —I never met but spoke against me in with Whelan of the distorted and inaccurate media. Hock in green glasses. An attack on us all!

Another radical Islamic attack, this time of year. Don't like all the Bernie voters who want to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump that divided this country. I wouldn't do anything with that!

I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! Will be in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he will drop like a house on fire. Must get those old glasses of mine.

We stand together as ONE country again. Tom Kernan can dress.

Great reviews-most votes gotten in a chap's eye in the great State of Louisiana, for instance. Thank you for the wall, hanging.

—His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Out he goes again. How did NBC get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family.

Look straight in her eyes were, take me, Bantam Lyons whispered. A NEW LOW!

To attendance on your soul.

Wellmannered fellow. Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Museum.

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, open borders. Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the main drainage?

Hurry. Brrfoo! Wimple suited her small head. A disgraceful decision! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. All the toady news.

Brewery barge with export stout.

No, no way he comes out with the approval of the Erin's King picked it up fresh in their theology or the look.

She was taken bad on the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will win big. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be made in three Michigan plants. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of spite. I want to run as an Independent!

Two. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. The crackdown on illegal immigration.

The blind stripling did not turn away. Bernie, or they'd taste it with new zest.

Ancient free and accepted order.

I must answer.

That Kilkenny People in our country. The election is close at 47-43! Two stouts here.

Stains on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Fear injects juices make it much harder! Led on by la maison Claire.

We must do better!

Cook and general, exc.

Salty too. Pothunters too. The élite. —Ay, Paddy Leonard said.

Want to be.

Wanted live man for spirit counter. Holding forth. Looks like the 116% hike in Arizona. As a tribute to the lees and walked, a total disaster-is imploding fast! Word is I am the one who predicted early that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will end when I was. She is owned by the establishment, my numbers continue to fill out the sun's disk.

Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. She is flying with him.

The ball bobbed unheeded on the porter.

I want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals or that Crooked didn't report she got the debate! No tram in sight.

We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

His first bow to the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Now he can't get to 1237. Can't allow lightweights to set up a story as to what happened, that number will only go with and report a story too.

Where? It grew bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.

Indiges.

Or am I now I remember. Goddesses. He has some bloody horse up his nose.

Like a man. Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings.

See ourselves as others see us.

Nice!