#Porter has never been more proud to take a beating in his life

[whoblewboobear]

Okay but I think Jace getting to beat the shit out of Porter just one time would fix him. Porter taking it and enjoying it way more than he should would fix him too 🫢

Like no magic, Jace just fully decks Porter one day and he’s like, “damn that’s hot actually. Get those frustrations out, Baby.”

​Am I fully thinking about the Shauna/Lottie scene in Yellowjackets where Lottie offers herself up for Shauna to take out her anger on? Yeah 😚

[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

joy in my heart - chapter 1

Or; What if Johnny had been forced to step up? [On AO3.]

 February 5th, 2002

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Johnny glances away from the awkwardly shifting nurse, over to the empty hospital bed. The sheets are rumpled, one of the tabloids Shannon loves to hate lying open on the pillow. Her favorite mug, the tag of the tea she’s started drinking against the morning sickness hanging over the rim, is sitting on the bedside table. “To the bathroom? The cafeteria?”

“Mr Lawrence,” Shannon’s doctor speaks up, and the pity in his voice that he doesn’t quite manage to hide makes something heavy settle in Johnny’s stomach, “your girlfriend left the hospital earlier this morning—”

Johnny’s shaking his head. “No, she—she gave birth a day ago? She—”

“Ms Keene discharged herself, against medical advice, about an hour ago.”

Before Johnny can even begin to wrap his head around any of that, there’s a soft knock on the door. The nurse goes to open it, gesturing for the woman on the other side to come in. She’s got a clipboard under her arm, and a no-nonsense expression on her face.

“Ah, right on time,” the doctor greets somberly. Then, addressing Johnny again, he says, “Mr Lawrence, allow me to introduce you to Mrs Porter.”

“Mr Lawrence,” Mrs Porter says, with a curt nod. “Francis Porter, Child Protective Services. Why don’t we take a seat?”

In his crib, Robby starts crying.

(Watch out for the break!)

 February 14th, 2002

They won’t let him take Robby home.

Johnny’s sitting on the old, dirty carpet floor in their—his, now, he supposes, with Shannon fucked off to who knows where—shitty little one-bedroom apartment, his back against the couch, and a mostly empty bottle of the cheapest whisky the gas station had to offer on the coffee table in front of him.

The foster family they’ve lined up has experience with babies like Robby, they’d said.

It’s too early to tell if there is going to be lasting damage, they’d said.

We can refer you to people who know how to help, they’d said.

No one is trying to take your son away from you, they keep saying.

Yeah, right.

Johnny reaches for the bottle again.

“Happy fuckin’ Valentine’s Day, Shan.”

 April 21st, 2002

Robby is asleep. He’s asleep in some strange woman’s arms, tiny chest rising and falling steadily, looking so damn peaceful—

Johnny turns around and walks away, ignoring Mrs Porter calling after him.

 June 13th, 2002

“Please, Mr Lawrence,” the guy who stole Robby, who’’s telling him he can’t see his own fucking kid says, blocking Johnny’s view into the house, “you can’t be here, not unsupervised. You know you can’t.”

Johnny takes a step forward, swaying on unsteady feet. “I just—I just wan’ to—only for a minute. One minute, okay? ‘S all I’m askin’, okay?”

In the distance, Johnny can hear sirens.

He blacks out before the cops arrive.

 July 8th, 2002

 “Fetal alcohol spectrum disorders (FASDs) are a group of conditions that can occur in a person whose mother drank alcohol during pregnancy. Symptoms can include an abnormal appearance, short height, low body weight, small head size, poor coordination, behavioural problems, learning difficulties and problems with hearing or sight. Those affected are more likely to have trouble in school, legal problems, participate in high-risk activities and have problems with alcohol or other drugs. The most severe form of the condition—”

Johnny doesn’t bother putting  the book back before he stalks out of the library.

 July 9th, 2002

“My name’s Johnny. I’m—I’m an alcoholic? That’s what you’re supposed to start with, right? My kid, uh, Robby? He’s the reason I’m here, I guess? He’s not staying with me right now. For obvious reasons. His mom’s not in the picture. I—look, I don’t really know what the hell you want me to say? I just—I just want to see my kid, man.”

 August 4th, 2002

Robby is six months old. He looks at Johnny with big, curious, familiar blue eyes, thumb jammed into his mouth. He’s drooling all over his sleeve, wispy blond hair sticking up wildly from the nap he’s just woken up from. He’s still got pillow creases on his chubby little cheek.

“He’s been doing really well lately,” Helen tells Johnny, with a soft little smile. She bounces Robby, smoothing back his hair. “Isn’t that right, honey? Are you ready to say hi to your daddy?”

Johnny’s heart is in his throat.

His hands fumble, for a moment, when Helen passes Robby over, before he manages to settle on under Robby’s butt, and the other on his back. Slowly, carefully, Johnny lifts him out of Helen’s hold, pulling him close against his chest.

Robby makes a cooing baby noise, still staring at Johnny, and curls his free hand into the collar of Johnny’s shirt.

Johnny is holding his son.

For the very first time.

He is never letting go again.

Ever.

 October 25th, 2002

“—crying for, like, forty minutes now? That can’t be normal? Right? I’m—what the hell am I doing wrong, he won’t stop—”

“Johnny.” Helen, in Johnny’s less than expert opinion, sounds way too calm, considering the situation at hand. “We knew this was going to be an adjustment for him. First overnight visit with you, in an unfamiliar apartment, a complete deviation from his usual routine. He’s probably just a little confused.”

Confused because he’s staying with his deadbeat, piece of shit father.

Right.

“He’ll be fine, Johnny. You’re doing great,” Helen reassures him, as if reading his mind. Johnny squints suspiciously. “You’ve bathed him, fed him, changed him—”

Whatever she says after that, Johnny doesn’t hear, since Robby decides to add flailing to his sobbing, and yanks the phone right out of Johnny’s grasp.

“—some calming music,” Frank is suggesting, when Johnny manages to jam the receiver back between his ear and shoulder. “Helen is partial to ‘Stuck On You’, but anything slow will do, in a pinch. Put on some music, walk him around, bounce him. You’ll be fine.”

Music. Yes. Okay.

That’s definitely doable.

Only.

“Wait, Lionel Richie? What the hell have you been teaching my kid, oh my god, and they let you be foster parents? Unbelievable—”

“Johnny.” Helen’s clearly trying to hold back laughter, and not doing a very good job of it. And that, somehow, is enough to finally make Johnny listen. Really listen. She wouldn’t laugh at him if Robby was in actual danger. “You will be fine. Both of you. All right?”

Johnny doesn’t own anything Richie, obviously, but one of the boxes he hasn’t unpacked yet is stuffed full of all his mom’s old tapes. He rummages through it one-handed, while Robby attempts to make him go bald prematurely, until his fingers land on an old, well-loved copy of ‘Rumours’.

“Definitely beats Richie,” Johnny murmurs, and pops the tape into his cassette player.

Robby is probably just startled, when it starts in the middle of a not exactly slow song, but he does finally, blessedly, stop crying. He still looks like he’s thinking about it, though, so Johnny hugs him a little tighter, and starts singing along.

All I want is to see you smile. If it takes just a little while. I know you don't believe that it's true. I never meant any harm to you.

 February 4th, 2003

They’re celebrating Robby’s first birthday at Helen and Frank’s house.

There isn’t a huge crowd present, but Johnny had still been surprised at how many familiar faces were there to greet him.

“Like we’d miss this,” Tommy had scoffed, elbowing him in the ribs, while Jimmy’d nodded along. “Nowhere else we’d rather be, man.”

Bobby had just pulled him into an almost bone-crushing hug, and whispered quietly, “I am so proud of you, John.”

Because making someone cry at their kid’s birthday party was, apparently, a thing priests did.

Johnny is sipping his apple juice, squished onto the couch between Bobby and Tommy, when there’s a dull thud from the other side of the room. Helen is standing right by Robby, who’s looking mostly confused as to why he’s on the floor instead of toddling towards the gift table, frowning down at the carpet as if it’s personally offended him.

Then, his lower lip begins to wobble.

Helen is right there. Frank not five feet away.

Robby looks up at her, at Frank, then over at Johnny. Lifting up his arms, eyes wide and wet, he demands, “Dada?”

Johnny’s never moved faster in his life. “I’m right here, buddy. I’ve got you.”

[archetypal-archivist]

Sky’s Limit- Hermitcraft- Worldbuilding

Heyo! This was the product of a plot bunny I got while watching the newest animated music video by Porter Robinson, and it features pretty much all the hermits. Long into the distant future, there is a city of gleaming white and technological marvels. Electricity is entirely clean, its people are always happy, and life- as it has always done- goes on. However, for all it seems like a utopia, there is one facet that may seem out of place. The city is truly, utterly silent. Sure, there are voices and happy chatter, laughter on street corners and children running in the streets. But there is no hum, no electric buzz that most crafters of the past would have been familiar with. There is no redstone. For indeed, the red dust is entirely illegal and those who work with it are relegated to the city’s dark underbelly. And not all of them are happy to be there. It is in this city, the city of Sky’s Limit, that I have dropped our hermits. Time will tell what happens next.

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A story in which the world has been… purified. Think skyblock, portrayed as a world of natural wonder, soft angles and high rises that scrape the clouds above, all in shimmering shades of pearlescent white. The only noise is the rushing of the wind through the grass far, far below and the distant echo of passing conversation and laughter. There are no cars, no chatter of coms, no hissing creepers or vroomping, thieving endermen. Just peace. And sometimes, if you listen carefully enough, the flapping of wings as the most blessed of the city’s inhabitants fly  overhead, the celebrity darlings and envy of everyone below. For some of the hermits, life is good. Bdubs, Xisuma, Grian, and Jevin are all upper nobility. Xisuma and Grian are some of the lucky few with wings (bee and bird respectively for X and G), while Jevin is blessed simply for being sky blue and transparent- and a being so like the sky must surely be worthy of high ranking. Surely. Xisuma is an administrator of the city, one of those who keep track of the nitty-gritty bits, like how much food each sector goes through a month, the efficiency of the watering systems in the fields, etc. Grian is just a straight up celebrity darling, beloved by the people for his pranks and personality. Late at night, he runs a TV talk show. Jevin has a seat on the city governance, one of thirteen “elected” chancellors. Bdubs is another chancellor, low-key the one in charge, as it was his idea to create a city of white, one that ran on clean energy and lawfulness, who drew up the first blueprint and built much of the city himself. It’s said that there’s no corner of it he isn’t aware of, no part that he didn’t have a hand in designing. While this isn’t quite the case, one thing is certain- BDubs certainly has “designs” and they are very grand indeed. After these hermits fall the ones who are upper to middle class. Stress is a well-trusted doctor in the city’s finest hospital. She believes in the system that saved her life so long ago with all her heart and does her best to keep the city and its people running as best as they possibly can. Compassion and lawful goodness fall into the same boat for Stress, which can sometimes end poorly for criminals who go to her for medical care, thinking that surely a doctor as kind as Stress would never turn away someone, even if they have broken the law. What they forget is that becoming a doctor takes a spine of steel, and Stress has gone one step above the rest- she has a spine of chrome, and she will do what she must to keep her city running strong. (Incidentally, that chrome spine of hers? Not hyperbole, an “accident” at 6 made sure of that.) Vintagebeef runs a butcher shop and is mid to low ranking. He serves the best sandwiches in the city, as attested to by his best customers, Rendog and Falsesymmetry. Rendog is a happy go lucky reporter who spends equal time chasing skirts as he does chasing his next scoop. False is a beat cop, one of the best, and she’s gone viral at least once for dumping criminals who think that just because she's a girl that means she can’t fight. She’s particularly embarrassed (and a bit proud) of the video of her literally picking up a criminal and dumping him the nearest trash chute. Welsknight, the unfortunate garbage man, was quite unhappy to have to remove the criminal from the chute, as for all of False’s strength, she wasn’t quite strong enough to pry the man loose again. He now low-key follows False around to clean up all of her messes as while the media at large is quite fond of her feats, the local infrastructure isn’t.  Somehow, he always ends up at the right place at the right time. Scar is a bit down on his luck, but overall is doing pretty well for himself. He’s one of the architects for the city, was in fact famous for a time for creating a specific style of sheer white skyscraper that allowed for more solar panels to be placed along its side. However, 2 years later and people are starting to realize that for some reason, his buildings aren’t as efficient as they ought to be and his designs have since fallen out of favor. Rendog had taken great joy running his name through the muck, unfortunately, as a man’s got to eat and for all the Scar is a nice guy, a renowned architect falling from grace makes for quite the scoop. The two don’t like each other much, but they’ve actually seen each other’s faces. Anyway, Scar has been living off of his savings, hoping that someone up top would care enough about him to fix the issue and find out what went wrong. After 2 years of nothing, however, he has realized that if he ever wants to figure out the mystery of his buildings’ lack of efficiency, he’ll need to find out himself. Little does he know, Keralis, the architect that replaced him, has been doing quite well for himself and the last thing he wants is to lose his position to the guy he had replaced. While a generally nice guy, Keralis has had a taste of the high life and now there’s no going back. He knows what Scar is up to, and is quite… invested in keeping the status quo. No. Matter. What. Joe Hills runs a bookstore. A completely normal bookstore. Yes, really officer, I promise. Just like how XB, his best friend and right hand man, employee of the month, every month, is entirely average in every way and has never done anything wrong in his life, ever. There is one more among the hermits who has wings- Etho. Or rather, had. Etho had his wings cut off for undisclosed crimes against the city and now works in a toy shop on the outskirts of town. He’s thoroughly mysterious and always looks tired, but his toys and trinkets business does surprisingly well and he always seems happy, behind that mask of his. The only hint that this isn’t quite the case is the tightness around his eyes. A secret? When they told him that the pain would never stop, that awful night when they burnt his wings off? He didn’t believe them. (Oh god, the way it smelled.) He really, really should have. 

You’ve heard about the shining white walls, the perfect healthcare, the love the people hold for the city and the rigor with which they defend it. The quiet, the peace, the wonderful golden silence found in its streets and reflecting from its windows. Even the light seems quieter there. If you’re smart, you may have picked up that something isn’t quite right with the city, that 2/3s of our cast seems to be missing. You’d be right, almost. Mumbo, Cub. Cleo? They aren’t missing- they’re hiding. And they have very good reason to do so. 

The city’s name is Sky’s Limit, and it is built on a foundation of marble and hard, cold law. It is a city of white… and black. And lurking in its shadows are all those that do not belong, those whose colors do not fit, those who can’t afford the brilliant marble towers or the plastic smiles popularized by the rich and famous. It is a city choked into silence by its secrets and one thing it cannot abide is the humming electric whine of redstone. And those who practice it are criminals in the eyes of the law, to be persecuted to its fullest extent and often, even beyond. Even to the grave, if needs must or the council orders such. And BDubs is so very, very fond of his restful, quiet beauty sleep. Not everyone agrees with these laws however, and brewing in the black, sunless shadows of the city’s underbelly are those determined to see the city shine red. Zedaph is the closest to legal of the underground hermits- he has to be when he has two more mouths to feed, Tango and Impulse. Although the latter two are redstone geniuses and do well in making food stretch and and make their ramshackle rented apartment livable, it is Zedaph alone who  fake any marketable skills. While Impulse and Tango do their best to keep the lights on and use redstone wiring to steal power from the city’s solar- and wind-powered electrical grid, Zedaph peddles the doodads and toys he makes to the poorest children of the city. Many of them still contain some measure of redstone, as it's nigh-impossible to ignore its thrumming call entirely if you are born to do the stuff, but his target audience is usually too young, too uneducated, and too scared of the law to recognize it or say anything about it. And if a bit of redstone Impulse or Tango put together can help someone make it another day, and Zedaph can make it look passably legal? Well, some of the poorest housewives and mothers can look the other way The trio are happy together, but making ends meet is hard and with summer coming, resources are soon to be harder to get than ever. (A city of light and pure white? Things start to heat up fast, and water becomes more precious than ever. And with summer coming, it means less water gathering in puddles and drain pipes in the city, and thus less water for the underground redstoners and hybrids to tap into.) Little does Zedaph know, however, he’s caught the attention of another toymaker in the city. In addition to this, Tango is getting restless, frustrated with the trio’s lot in life. Even under normal circumstances he can’t sit still, and being cooped up inside all the time because his glowing red eyes give him away as being both a hybrid and really in tune with redstone? It sucks. A lot. Impulse tries to keep his buddy distracted, but there’s only so much he can do, and now, Tango has been disappearing at odd hours, frequently when he and Zedaph are trying to sleep, and coming back with an odd look in his eyes. Just a few days ago he had found the remains of a charred pamphlet in their dumpster out back. Something is coming to head, and Impulse isn’t sure he’s going to like the outcome. Not that he’d ever mention the mounting tension to Zedaph, of course. His buddy has enough to worry about. ZombieCleo… runs a speakeasy/burlesque show underneath Joe’s bookstore. She has his full approval of course, and they’re fast friends under the merits of he’s one of the only decent men she’s ever met. It helps that he’s hardcore aro-ace and has no interest in her or her girls. Cleo, being a zombie hybrid, knows all too well about the tough life being a hybrid is and how it can make people turn to awful things just to make ends meet. She knows that doing sex work is the last thing her girls want to be doing, not that they have a choice, and she does her best to do right by them. She protects her workers viciously, and if any of her patrons try to treat her girls too roughly, or try to skip out on payment? Well, being a hybrid comes with a few perks and a nice pair of teeth and nails is all part of the package. Coincidentally, Joe is awfully good at hiding a body. Doc is perhaps the most down on his luck of the hermits. As both a redstoner and an obvious hybrid, he can’t find work, he can’t find anyone willing to rent to him, he can barely even find food enough to eat. He’s resorted to petty theft and squatting, and if it wasn’t for his ruthless determination that this city would not be the death of him, he would have laid down and given up long ago. Not even the occasional rendezvous with the local garbage cans is enough to deter him (courtesy of the local beat cop. That woman has no right to be as strong as she is). It’s on one such day, trying to pry himself out of yet another trashcan far too small for him, that Doc finally gets his lucky break. The old man to whom the trashcan belongs to comes out, hoping to dispose of his waste for evening, and instead finds the creeper hybrid there, cursing up a storm and angry enough to kill. The sight would almost be threatening to TFC if, you know, he hadn’t seen worse and the hybrid in question looked like he hadn’t had a good meal for years. TFC invites Doc inside after helping to pry him loose, and Doc, while suspicious, accepts. TFC low key makes Doc move in with him and treats the man well, seeing as the poor hybrid reacts to every little thing as if he had never seen kindness. TFC also begins to tell stories to Doc about the time before the city was built, before redstone was outlawed and hybrids were looked down upon as lesser beings. And Doc, utterly enchanted by the concept, begins to have… ideas. Iskall was in the same position as Doc for a while, but they too get their lucky break. They get picked up by Mumbo Jumbo and is introduced to the Cotillion, the rebel group who are out to shake the city to its very foundations and bring about an age of redstone dominance. Mumbo and the hundreds of people under him plan on breaking the social order and instating redstoners and hybrids as the top dogs, and Iskall finds themself shocked that the rebels seem to have the organization and resources to actually do it. Mumbo is witty and charismatic, seemingly always having a plan and a silver-tongued speech to go with it. He also installs Iskall as second in command, much to their shock. Time will tell if the Cotillion is going to succeed. Cub is living in one of Scar’s buildings, along with many other redstoners. Just... Not entirely legally.

This is pretty much the end of the world-building section, I’ll come out with a post on the general plot as soon as I can. TBC :)

[thosetwistedtales]

What’s with Higgs’ smelling & licking people?

I told some of you that I had thoughts and that I’d be sharing them sometime soon, and so--- now I am. 😈 And I think I’m gonna try to break this down into three parts cause Higgs... is a rather complicated man.

Conscious | External 

Starting with the obvious here in the reason why Higgs busts past these very obvious personal boundaries is because he’s an asshole with ISSUES. Listen---, Higgs spent his childhood getting the shit beat out of him by his uncle. He had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no real means of defending himself when he was a child in comparison to his adult-sized ‘guardian’. He had no control over what happened to him. His life was literally in the palms of his uncle’s abusive hands... And he damn near ended it. Would’ve in all likelihood if Higgs hadn’t defended himself and eliminated the threat of him altogether. 

Point being in the aftermath from what we know of canon Higgs started off as a freelance independent porter, who eventually built up his own porter company, and later became partners with Fragile as Co-Ceo’s of their companies. Since teenhood, Higgs has never let himself be put in a position where someone else was in charge of him. And within the narrative of canon events its made CLEAR Higgs has a thing for flexing just how powerful he is, how little control those who come across him truly have.  “♪ I’ve got the whole world in the palm of my hand.~♪” & “The name’s Higgs. The particle of god that permeates all existence.”

Subtle right? 😂. The way he invades the personal space of others like those boundaries mean less than nothing to him, like social norms like polite space are unspoken rules that happen to other people but not him, how he literally licks people just because he knows he can, wants to prove it. Licks them because he knows just how damn unsettling it is. Licks people like---.                             “ I  l i c k e d  i t  s o  i t ’ s  M I N E. ”  a.) he does it cause he can b.) he does it cause he’s an absolute dickweed  c.) he does it cause he’s a fucking wacko weirdo who likes messing with people 

Subconscious | Internal 

“...We have five senses, but only two that go beyond the boundary of ourselves. When you look at someone, it’s just bouncing light, or when you hear them, it’s just sound waves, vibrating air, the way touch is just tingling nerve endings. Know what smell is? It’s made up of the molecules of what you’re smelling.”

...Ya’ll catch on to how Higgs is lowkey really into ancient civilizations and how the people of old as dirt times interacted with each other and the world around them? There’s his whole fascination with ancient Egyptians, we also get bits from his monologuing to Sam during that good old fashioned boss fight on the beach. He talks about the first tools of mankind but doesn’t get into the physical ones that we’re all born with. OUR SENSES. The ones he tends to use himself a lot specifically... Scent & Taste.

 As human beings, we use what we have to survive. We rely on our senses to navigate how to interact with the world. Because both scent & taste have to do with the stimuli involved in taking into the body these senses are often referred to as gatekeepers. As senses go both of these are extremely hard to lie to or manipulate. You can’t exactly control the concentration of airborne molecules or how your tastebuds experience oral stimuli. They are arguably our first line of defense, our natural armor. We use them as our personal alarm system (smoke, disease, other potential threats), component of flavor (quality of food before we eat/ingest it), physical communication (pheromones). I mean they’re the basics of survival. What smells/tastes BAD = not good/dangerous? What smells/tastes GOOD = good/safe!

As someone who had to use everything he had growing up to ensure his own survival, as a man who chose a profession that relied on his senses and instincts it makes every bit of sense to me that on a subconscious level at least..., Higgs would choose to continue to use them in how he interacts with the world around him, especially for those he has a keen interest in, or feels a connection to... He is a rather tactile individual after all.

Deep Dive | Intimate

Lastly, both pieces tie into this... Want & Instinct. Fragile was arguably one of the few people Higgs’ has ever connected with on a level beyond mere survival. Beyond what he NEEDED, and stepped into want. Into living. Partnering with her was a smart business move and while it may have been her DOOMS abilities that attracted him in the first place I think from an observer’s stand point just how he chooses to interact with her both in the flashback and their reunion.... 

We may never know the complexities of their relationship but Fragile clearly meant a great deal to him. Even if he hated her at one point, was jealous of her (her abilities, the childhood she had, the relationship with her loving PROUD father), you don’t look at someone the way Higgs’ looked at Fragile during the final moments we see them together on the beach, you don’t lean into their touch, and you certainly don’t leave them a personal note in your bunker asking them to forget you, to give up the bitterness and desire for revenge that’s clearly destroying them. The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. Something Higgs CLEARLY doesn’t have when it comes to his ex partner... For better or for worse Higgs cares about Fragile.

A similar argument can be made for how he may feel about Sam given the context of his actions within canon. Sure most of the non-lethal interactions we see between them can still be chalked up to Higgs being an asshole and having made a hobby out of fucking with everyone’s favorite porter just for funsies. But------ I doubt that’s all there was to it. 

As I’ve said, Higgs’ is a complicated individual. A grown-ass man with grown-ass feelings and given his journals and what context clues we’re given in scenes it's my opinion that Higgs was fond of both Fragile & Sam.  And with what limited experience he had making friends--- it’s not out there to think the oddity and the abrasive way he handles social interaction with them both is a might bit awkward. A tad CRINGE. Not unlike that of a youngster picking on the kids he finds fun and mayhaps develops a kind of crush on and wants to get to know better but doesn’t quite know how or knows what to do with his interest and feelings.

Yeah in that context the thing with the licking and smelling thing is still hella creep but makes a bit more sense no?

Keep in mind that scent and taste are the senses most closely linked to memory. The memories we get through experiencing stimuli through these senses tend to be the most vivid and easily recalled. Thinking about that, and thinking about how both are the only senses we have that go past the boundary of ourselves, that only occurs when we take in something other inside us, how in its way that’s a kind of connection is it not? And perhaps at the end of the day, in his heart of hearts, that’s something Higgs wanted from Sam & Fragile. And was willing to take it in whatever form he could have it. Even if only the mockery of one. The memory of it.

@team-trash-panda​ , @maskedprepperkid​ , @goldenbridgessss​ , @chiralcrystallization​ , @savage-rhi​ , @argetlam007​ , @chloe-3-price​ , @ruinerofcheese​

[colonel-insomniac]

The Thief’s Prince (Part One)

Ok, Aladdin AU, anyone? keep in mind that since Aladdin had a genie, I kinda have to write one in too. 1 2 3 4 5 6 AO3

Bobby wouldn't be a thief if he really had any other choice. As it is, he’s simply doing what he has to in order to live, and keeping his friends alive. Instead, he’s known as a thief, a street rat, a sweet talking deceiver, and a lot of bad things he won’t repeat to anyone. Sometimes, it makes Bobby upset to know that other people think badly of him, he only ever tries to be the best he can be, but money is tight, and not everyone can afford it, or afford the reputation he’s made for himself. So he does what has to be done. 

He wishes people were kinder, or would at least see him as a robin hood of sorts, but that probably won’t happen. The only thing to comfort him right now is that no one but those closest to him are aware of his track record. They call him Acro, and where they got that name, he isn’t sure, but it’s better than them knowing his real name and calling for Bobby Porter’s head. Instead, they look for someone who doesn’t exist. 

So he wears a hooded cloak when he’s out trying to…shop. His boss, Eugene Krabbes, runs the Krustie Krabbe, a restaurant front for the true mission, in which Bobby’s managed to reach the top of the pyramid. Their mission is simple—steal from the fortunate and give to the unfortunate. Tomorrow, they’re supposed to attempt a theft mission from the palace, but Bobby isn’t really sure how they can do that without failing severely. 

Right now he’s in the marketplace, wandering through the crowded area, trying to see what he can manage to take without necessarily being noticed. The hood of his cloak is pulled over his eyes to shield him from the sun and to keep out prying eyes. Of course he only gets more stares, but there are several others with hoods up, and they’re normal people, so Bobby prays that no one suspects anything. 

There are apples, bread, cheese, pastries and so much more. There’s also some valuable-ish jewlery, but Bobby doesn’t dare try to steal those. He’s been instructed not to go that far, no matter how much he itches to. Bobby gets that they can’t really sell stolen jewlery at a restaurant, but they’d be able to sell it for more than it costs and use the money they earn to actually buy the things they need. Mr Krabbes just doesn’t listen to Bobby. 

He stops that train of thought before it can really take off, and unhooks his bag. He’s preparing himself for an easy grab-and-go. Today was a good day to hit the markets, it’s so busy they might not even notice him. Bobby inches himself towards the apple stall, inspecting the red and green and yellow fruits. His acting skills kick into effect when he brings a pale arm towards the apples, running a short finger over their unblemished skin. When he’s sure no one’s looking anymore, he tosses four apples in succession into his bag, before slowly walking away. 

No matter how many times he does this, his heart always pounds rapidly when he walks away. He knows it’s wrong to steal in theory, but is it still bad if he’s doing it for a good cause? He figures maybe it’s some sort of paradoxical situation, doing the right thing even though it’s wrong in the basest of its theories. 

Regardless, no one shouts at him to stop, and he hits up the next stall: bread. He operates this one exactly like the apples. Inspect, touch, and once the coast is clear, take. Maybe Bobby gets a little too confident with his abilities. He’s on his seventh loaf of bread when he hears the familiar phrase “Stop, thief!” 

Rolling his eyes, he takes off running, closing his bag hurriedly. He weaves through the throng of people, hoping to lose the guard that caught him, but every time he thinks he’s shaken them off, a new guard joins. It’s like running instantly means you’re guilty for something. Bobby can hear the guards barking at one another that it’s him, or rather that it’s Acro. Same difference, he supposes. 

His bag thumps against his leg, and his hood blows almost all the way off his head, but no matter how bad the stitch in his side gets, he doesn’t stop. He can’t, uness he wants to lose everything he just got. Bobby runs into a random building, up the stairs, into a random open door. He slows for a moment, trying to be as quiet as he can to throw any authority figure off his metaphorical scent. Bobby can hear them running up the stairs, their boots pounding out the beat to an unheard melody. He stops, fanning himself with a hand, before rushing to the window. The guards footsteps and yelling are quieter, but it’s only a matter of time until they have to come back down.

He thinks of the fabled Aladdin, the thief turned prince, many kingdoms over, somewhere called Aghraba. Maybe Bobby looks up to the guy a little, but only in a “he turned his life around” kind of way. Bobby can hear them coming back down, and scampers out the window, scaling the wall as fast as he can. In hindsight, maybe he should have gone down instead of up. 

On the roof is a blanket that’s rather big, and Bobby immediately knows what he ought to do. Whether it’ll work or not is another thing, but life isn’t fun if you always play by the rules. He grabs the corners of the blankets in his hands, and hopes that it works as a makeshift parachute. No time for second thoughts, he gulps, and runs, leaping off of the rooftop. 

And of course it works. Well, he doesn’t plummet to the ground, so it’s a success in his mind. He takes off running toward the Krustie Krabbe, mentally patting himself on the back for his quick thinking. Bobby notices the guards watching him from the roof he once stood in when he glances over his shoulder, still ordering him to stop. 

They really think he’ll stop when he pretty much succeeded? He laughs to himself, it’s honestly just a foolish way to think. He’s won, that’s it. 

He slows down and takes the cloak off as he nears the Krustie Krabbe, folding it up nicely before entering the establishment. Krabbes waits for him in front of his office door. Bobby knows the drill by now, and just breezes into the room, taking a seat in the velvet chair. “So.” He says, folding his freckled arms, relaxing now that he’s safe. His bag lies on the ground next to him. 

Krabbes doesn’t bother waiting for Bobby to hand him the bag, he snatches it off the floor and looks inside. “Four apples, seven loaves of bread.” Bobby states, proud of his accomplishment. It’s the most he’s managed to take in one go. 

“Good job, me boy. This is why you be the one at the top of me recruits.” Bobby shrugs, but can’t resist a small smile. 

“Anyway, that ain’t the only thing I want to talk to y’a about, boy.” Krabbes sits down behind his desk, hands fidgeting with a pen. Bobby leans forward, thoroughly intrigued. 

“About the attack on the palace tomorrow, yer the one that needs to go in.” Bobby feels the shock running through his veins like electricity. 

“What—me? But I thought… ” Bobby trails off. He’d thought about the mission before, and he wanted to be the one to go inside, but he didn’t expect to actually be chosen to go inside. 

“Look boy, you’re the only one fast enough, and you’re also the only one of my recruits who’s innocent looking. No one will suspect you, boy.” Bobby nods, stomach in knots. 

“Alright, so what’s the plan?” He asks. 

“We send you in tonight, dressed as a servant. But you are not to interact with anyone unless absolutely necessary, boy. You get too cocky sometimes, but the stakes are high for this one.” Bobby blushes and looks at his shoes. It’s true, though. He does get too sure of his abilities sometimes. 

“You are to tend to the prince and when he’s sleeping, take whatever might be valuable. You know that part of the drill. You fill up your bag, your pockets, everything that you can. We’re taking the money and giving it to the people boy, but only after we make sure our organization has enough to satisfy our needs.” Bobby nods, tended at the thought of the prince. 

Once upon a time, when Bobby was just a little boy, the prince would wander the streets of the kingdom. That’s where they met. The two became fast friends in the way children usually do, and had loads of fun despite their different backgrounds. 

But then prince Patrick’s mother died. After that, the prince hasn’t been seen again. It’s been ages since Bobby last corresponded with the prince, and he wonders if prince Patrick remembers him. 

Bobby’s never told anyone about this, and he poses a risk by showing his face around the prince at all, but Krabbes wants him to do this. And so he will. 

Later, when the shop closes, Bobby heads to the living area he shares with Sandy and Edward. Sandy’s a girl, and she’s really funny and she’s good at using her body as a weapon. Edward has less tolerance for Bobby, though. Bobby isn’t really sure of Edward’s skill set. 

He has a moment to rest before he has to set off to infiltrate the palace, so he naps, and after that, he puts on the disguise Edward had managed to get him and leaves. 

He scales the palace walls with a little bit of difficulty. They’re smooth walls so he doesn’t have much to grab onto, but he manages to climb it with relative ease and jumps down once making sure the coast was clear. 

He smooth’s out his uniform and walks on the palace pathway. He has a layout of the palace on a small piece of paper. It’s a simple drawing with the names of each room simplified by the removal of their vowels. It’s a shorthand way of writing that Bobby has found to be rather useful. 

“Hey, you!” Bobby stops in his tracks, and turns around. He recognizes the voice as one of the guards from earlier that day, but he tells himself to remain calm. He was cloaked, there’s no way he’d know that Bobby was the thief. 

“Yes sir?” Bobby replies, trying to appear as innocent as he can. 

“I haven’t seen you before. Do you have any form of identification on your person?” Bobby shakes his head. 

“No sir,” he begins, making his eyes tear up to sell the act. “I don’t come from much money and I applied for this job a while back. I only recently got approved. The king took my only form of ID and promised he would return it but he still hasn’t.” 

He sniffs, mentally crossing his fingers that this works. “I didn’t want to bring it up for fear that I’ll lose the only way I can earn a living, and my friends are very sick, I can’t afford to lose my job.” The guard looks at Bobby suspiciously, but ultimately nods, allowing him to leave. 

Bobby makes sure to profusely thank the guard before continuing on his mission. He hooks a left, then a right, and then another right before walking straight for what feels like forever, but eventually he stands face to face with an oak door. 

He knocks, waiting to hear his invitation inside before he enters the room. Prince Patrick, in Bobby’s eyes, is a sight to behold, and in a good way. He stares a moment too long before remembering to curtesy, and he can feel his cheeks heating up. “Do I…know you from somewhere?” Prince Patrick asks, his head tilted slightly. “You seem so familiar.” 

Bobby looks at him for a moment before replying “My name is Robert, but everyone calls me Bobby.” Patrick nods, eyebrows still furrowed in thought. 

“Well, Bobby, I don’t really need anything right now, but I do know it takes forever to walk all the way over here from wherever you must have been here in the palace, so you are welcome to stay.” Bobby nods, silent for maybe the first time in his life, and he can’t help thinking Edward would so appreciate Bobby being quiet. 

He takes a seat on the ground, looking up at the prince. “So,” Patrick breaks the silence. “What do you do for fun, Bobby?” 

Bobby has to think about that for a moment. He doesn’t really do anything he considers fun. It’s all in the name of survival. “I don’t do anything fun, I run errands in the marketplace sometimes.” That, Bobby thinks, isn’t a lie. He just chose not to tell the whole truth. 

“What’s the marketplace like?” The prince asks this with such intensity that it takes Bobby back before he remembers that Patrick hasn’t seen the outside world in quite some time. 

“It’s not really that interesting, Your Highness. There was a thief today, though.” 

“Did you see this thief?” 

“Not really.” Bobby feels bad lying through his teeth like this but he has to throw Patrick off any suspicion he might have against him. “They call him Acro, though that likely isn’t his real name.” 

The prince is full of questions, it seems. “What does Acro look like?” 

“I’m not really sure, they wear a cloak and always have their eyes covered. The guards haven’t caught him once. I caught a glimpse of Acro once, though. He doesn’t appear like a thief, from what I remember.” Bobby’s practically boasting now, and he has to scold himself internally. He’s getting too cocky, this is what Mr Krabbes was worried about. 

Prince Patrick regards Bobby with a curious smile, as though he knows something. “Oh really?” 

“I mean,” Bobby stammers, nervous now. “I mean that’s what I think? I can’t be sure.” The prince is onto him and he’s gonna face execution. 

Patrick studies him, nodding thoughtfully. “Well I want to leave the palace. I haven’t seen the outside world in ages.” The prince’s eyes light up. “Oh! I used to know this great boy, he also went by Bobby! Maybe you know him?” Bobby blushes and looks away, unsure of how to respond. 

“Well…I think—er I mean, it was me?” He doesn’t meet the prince’s gaze, and the heat that courses through his body is nearly unbearable. 

Neither the prince nor the thief say anything for a couple minutes. “Well how have you been, then?” Prince Patrick asks, a gentle smile on his face. 

Bobby answers as honestly as he thinks he can without confessing his crimes: “Money’s been tight across the kingdom, we’ve all essentially been scraping by, and I mean, the thieves have been making the kingdom a little unsafe. But I’m fine, really.”

“Yet you work for your money and food, correct?” Bobby’s sure this isn’t some random question. He’s convinced the prince knows, or is starting to be aware of Bobby’s background. 

“Yes, Your Highness,” Bobby begins, pausing to think of what else he can say. “I work at a dining establishment named the Krustie Krabbe, and I can manage to get by with the meager wages I earn.” Upon seeing the saddened face of the prince, Bobby makes sure to add “But it’s honest work. And life in a palace? That must be wondrous!”

The prince lets out a one syllable laugh, turning his head away from the thief. “Yeah. There are rules galore, and no one who’s actually a friend in here. It’s so lonely here. I want to leave.” He can practically see the wheels turning inside Patrick’s brain. “Oh, you could sneak me out!” 

“I—what?” Bobby asks. 

“You could sneak me out of here, and take me to the marketplace. That would be great.” Patrick claps his hands together, beaming at Bobby in such a way that he feels inclined to say yes.

“I don’t know if I can do that, I’ll have so many chores to work on here—“

“Oh please, I know you’re the thief they call Acro. I’m not that dim. Not to mention you talked about working at a restaurant. Anyone working for the palace knows this is the only job allowed!” The prince looks smug as he knows he’s beaten Bobby. 

“If you don’t take me outside these walls, I will yell for the guards and tell them exactly who you are, and say that you confessed everything to me.” Bobby mulls over his options, and decides to pull out this emergency card of his sweet talking. He usually only does this when he knows he’ll get caught otherwise, and that only happens when he’s wearing his cloak. No one he knows has ever seen him do this, but Bobby guesses maybe Patrick will have to be the first. 

Bobby stands, and Pat follows suit, scrambling off his bed and standing beside it. Bobby leaps up on the edge of the bed frame, careful not to get his shoes on the clean bed, and brings his face inches away from the prince’s. The prince looks at Bobby with wide eyes, and Bobby smirks back, tossing caution to the wind, and grabs the prince’s chin with his hand. Bobby’s curly hair sits a little over his eyes, but he doesn’t bother moving it. Maybe it adds to the effect. 

The prince practically radiates warmth, one Bobby can’t say he’s ever felt before, but it’s so great of a feeling that Bobby practically revels in it. “You wouldn’t tell anyone.” He states this with such an air of confidence it takes him by surprise. “Right?” the prince nods, cheeks flushing a delicate pink. 

“I didn’t think you really meant you’d hurt me like that.” Bobby added on. “Your sweet little Bobby would never think you’d hurt him.” He internally cringes. Every time he says that line, he always cringes. It’s just so cheesy. He cups the prince’s cheek with his hand, and his blue eyes meet Patrick’s brown ones. 

“No, I…” The prince blinks, “I would never hurt anyone.” Bobby leans away, satisfied, but still maintains the same air he had been. 

“That’s what I thought.” He leaps off the bed frame and takes the prince’s hands in his own. “Now then, I’ll take you outside the palace walls, but not because I’m afraid you will tell anyone, but because I genuinely feel bad. First, though, we must wait till everyone’s asleep.” Patrick shakes his head and nods once. 

“Only one problem with that.” Patrick points out, and Bobby’s smile falters. “The guards have shifts. They switch off every four hours.” 

“I’ll take care of that, don’t worry.” Bobby says this so confidently, even he believes it. 

“You aren’t going to murder anyone, right?” The prince cautiously asks Bobby this, and honestly, Bobby would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt a little, even if he deserved it.

“No! Of course I’m not gonna murder anyone!!!” He keeps his voice lowered, “I’m just a petty thief, not a murderer.” The comment stings, though. Bobby knows the prince doesn’t have a reason to trust him, but it still hurts. He removes his hands from Patrick’s and pivots, marching to the door. “I’m gonna go figure out how to do this, you…stay put.” He says as he opens the door. 

“Robert—Bobby, wait!” The prince rushes towards Bobby, and pushes the door back closed. “Don’t go. I’m sorry that must have been really rude.” 

“No, you’re right. You haven’t seen me in so long, you don’t even have a reason to trust me, technically. You being suspicious of me is a good thing.” Bobby’s just not used to people being suspicious of him, but that’s not Patrick’s fault. “I just gotta go figure all this out.” 

“So let’s figure it out together!” Patrick exclaims, clinging to Bobby’s arm. He seems so desperate for a friend, and Bobby can’t find it in himself to leave. He sighs and nods, allowing himself to be dragged to the prince’s bed. 

“Alright. Where are the guards in the daytime?” Bobby pulls his map of the palace and opens it, placing it on the bed for Pat. 

“Hm. They usually stay towards the front gates and with my father. They’re supposed to accompany me too, but they don’t, which is good.”

“Okay so what I’m understanding is the whole back area is essentially clear?” Patrick nods, and Bobby can feel an idea forming in his mind. “Right. I’ll meet you over at this back wall,” he places a finger on the paper, “tomorrow at noon exactly. No sooner, no later.” When Patrick nods, Bobby simply nods back. 

He’s managed to get completely distracted by his mission, all because of the prince. Truthfully, Bobby would be lying if he said he wasn’t quite enamored by the prince, but just ‘cause Aladdin wound up marrying Jasmine doesn’t mean Bobby will have the same luck. 

“Now, I seriously do have to go. I need to maintain a disguise.” Bobby practically leaps off the bed, trying to show off a little. 

He bows real low, “Good night, my prince.” 

Patrick nods, distracted and pink in the face, and Bobby winks before heading out the door, feeling much too confident in his abilities. Now, time to get on with the mission.

He heads inside the building, which interestingly enough, is quite cold despite being the middle of the summer. Bobby walks through the first room he finds, and opens all the drawers and cabinets. Nothing of much value, which is stupid. It’s the palace. Shouldn’t the knives be made of diamond and the bread dusted with gold? He shakes his head and grabs some silver knives anyways. 

Of course, he’s already strapped with a dagger, but there’s no harm in a little extra protection. Bobby goes from room to room in this manner, ears alert for any sort of noise. No one comes though, so he figures he’s safe. 

And then he comes across a dainty locket that is encrusted with emeralds. He pockets it for himself, intrigued. 

Eventually, he scrambles up the palace walls again, loaded with a bagful of semi-valuable items. And the locket, of course. It feels wrong, though. He knows Patrick, and the prince doesn’t suspect Bobby of robbing them. Maybe he doesn’t have to know that Bobby was the one who looted the palace. He will have to drop off the items with Krabbes and head back, insist on staying with the prince. A solid alibi. They can’t accuse him if he was with the prince. 

“Mr Krabbes, it was a success!” He calls, cloak still draped on him. He put it on at the palace, in case he got caught. The restaurant is abandoned at this time in the night, but Krabbes calls out to Bobby, telling the boy to go to his office. Bobby complies, and strides into the office, grinning past the guilt he feels. 

“Good job me boy, I knew y’a could do it. Any issues we gotta take care of?” Bobby shakes his head, even though there potentially could be. 

“I gotta head back though, boss man, otherwise they might suspect me.” Krabbes freezes at that, but nods, warning Bobby to keep his guard up as he leaves again. 

He knocks on the oak door again, and enters again, brushing the dirt stain from when he toppled over the wall on his way out. “You’re back!” Patrick exclaims, and the glee on his face makes Bobby’s heart pang in guilt. 

He nods, “Yeah, I finished my task, so I figured I’d come back.” The prince claps happily and beckons Bobby forward. 

“You’re clothes are dirty and so are you.” Patrick states matter of factly. 

“We aren’t able to bathe ourselves often in the outside walls. The last time I bathed must have been last week.” Bobby reminds himself not to get angry at the thought of how wasteful it must be to bathe every day. 

“That’s terrible. You’re free to use my washroom, if you would like to, that is.” Bobby’s eyes instantly widen at the offer and he nods shyly, slightly embarrassed at being offered a bath.

The prince shows Bobby to the room, which is complete with a marble tub with gold feet. Patrick excuses himself, and Bobby strips, stepping into the tub as it fills up with water. 

He takes the locket out of the outfit lying on the ground, and dunks it under the water in an attempt to clean it. Bobby’s fingers rub at the gold base of the locket. The emeralds glimmer under the light of the kerosene lamps. 

Bobby squints, because if he’s seeing right, it seems that there’s green fumes exiting the locket. A silhouette appears before his eyes, the same deep green of the emerald, but he has to bite his tongue to keep from screaming when yellow eyes meet his. “Greetings, Robert Porter.” The thundering voice resonated through the room and Bobby shushes the mystical form. 

“I am so dead.” Are the only words that managed to exit the boy sitting naked in the tub. 

[ask-glados]

GLaDOS Playlist

// Here’s my playlist for GLaDOS! It goes in chronological order of the events in GLaDOS’s life. More songs may be added over time.

~Link to full playlist ~

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“iRobot” by Jon Bellion

This song represents GLaDOS’s anger and feelings of bitterness and resentment at the scientists who killed her human self and turned her into a robot and buried her human emotions, turning her into “just a robot.” She used to know how to love and be human, but now she’s just circuits and wires. This is GLaDOS more toward the beginning of her character development, but after she’s learned of her human self, so this could be how she feels when she has that realization as a potato, or after Portal 2 when there’s no imminent danger to distract her and she finally has time to fully process her emotions about the whole ordeal.

"I Expect You To Die" by Schnell Games

This is GLaDOS being all snarky when she's pursuing either Rattmann or Chell throughout the facility and they keep managing to survive and avoid her. GLaDOS keeps taunting them, saying how she's gonna catch them eventually.

“Sad Machine” by Porter Robinson

This song pretty much encompasses GLaDOS throughout Portal 2, as well as her relationship with Chell. Chell awakens her again, GLaDOS depends on Chell because she needs her as a test subject, and when GLaDOS becomes a helpless potato, she has to depend on Chell. She lets Chell go alone at the end and after all that GLaDOS put Chell through, Chell will likely want to get on with her life and “never speak of this again,” which makes GLaDOS sad because Chell was her only friend, but she has to let her go in the end. GLaDOS continues to obsess over her after she’s gone until she finally makes new friends.

“You Monster” by Willbedfordmusic

Pretty self-explanatory. This song is about GLaDOS reflecting on the events of Portal 2 and remembering her human life and telling Chell to just go and leave her because no one ever seems to want to be around her and it makes her lonely and sad but she won’t admit it, so she just pushes everyone away and buries her emotions. Even the mention of space at the end of the song can be applied to her because space is cold and empty and lonely.

Songs GLaDOS wrote:

"Still Alive"

GLaDOS boasts about how she's still alive and doing science despite everyone's efforts to kill her (both the scientists and Chell). The song is highly sarcastic and cocky, but also underlined by hints of GLaDOS’s loneliness and need for companionship in lines like “go ahead and leave me.”

"PotatOS Lament"

GLaDOS is all alone, stuck as a weak potato battery, unable to move, and having her body slowly eaten by a bird. She isn't sure whether Chell survived the fall or if Chell will come for her or not. She can hear the reactor core becoming unstable up above and knows that the facility will blow up soon and she can do nothing to stop it. She's lost everything. She's lost her facility, all her power. She can't test. She can't do science. All she has left is her voice, so she sings a heartbreaking lament as she tries to contain her sobs and desperately hopes for someone to come save her.

"Want You Gone"

GLaDOS decides Chell isn't worth the effort to try and kill, so she lets Chell go, but isn't willing to admit that she misses having her around. This song shows that despite her best efforts to delete her humanity, GLaDOS is still being affected by it. She is still lonely and wants companionship and someone to talk to.

"You Wouldn't Know"

GLaDOS has now made new friends and started a new and improved life and is now boasting to her ex-friend Chell about it. Just replace the “Batman” lyric with “Tesla.” ;)

"GLaDOS's Song" (Don't Say Goodbye) by Ellen McLain

This song shows a different side of GLaDOS than is usually seen. It shows her inner feelings of loneliness and longing for companionship. It also shows how she really does care about others after tapping into her humanity in Portal 2. It seems to mainly be about her missing Chell, but it can be applied to other characters as well. For example, it could apply to her missing Tesla when he temporarily breaks up with her.

TeslaDOS

"The Day That We Met" by Joel Evans

This song represents the start of GLaDOS's romance with Tesla and their romance as a whole, how they both are leaving behind the 'sad stories' of their pasts and beginning anew with each other, and how Tesla is teaching GLaDOS to be a kinder person.

"If I'm Lucky" by Melody Gardot

An old-fashioned-sounding romantic song for TeslaDOS that fits their romantic outings in Tesla's time period, especially the line "If I'm Lucky, I'll go through the years with you," which could also refer to their time traveling. I can imagine them slow-dancing to this song. <3

"Take Me Back In Time" from Sonic R

This song represents the joy and excitement Tesla and GLaDOS feel going back in time together with her hologram in disguise. They go on dates and explore scientific phenomena, all while hiding the fact that she isn't (fully) human. Tesla takes her to his favorite places and they laugh and have fun together wherever they go, sometimes pulling little tricks on people and giggling about it — such as having GLaDOS challenge and beat big guys at eating contests, because everything she eats is incinerated in her holographic stomach and she never gets full.

Love Like You and Love Like You (Reprise) by Rebecca Sugar

This is the song GLaDOS sings to Tesla to tell him that she's willing to change and become a better person for him. She sings this to him after their temporary break-up, which convinces him to give her another chance. She wants to 'learn how to love like him.'

"Oath" and "Don’t Think Twice" by Utada Hikaru

(for “Oath,” turn on “English (United Kingdom)” captions for the direct English translation)

This is GLaDOS and Tesla's proposal and wedding song, 100%. Both versions of this song represent how they have always been married to science and even though they're in a relationship, they always thought that marriage wasn't really their thing. But now they've decided that they've changed their minds and they want to get married and be together doing science forever. The first verse of “Don’t Think Twice” is Tesla's proposal, talking about how he lived in a world of thieves like Edison and he tells GLaDOS that's she's everything he ever dreamed of. And while his proposal is a proud, grand display of his Tesla Coils playing music for her, he's still nervous when he proposes to her because he isn't sure if she'll accept. And then GLaDOS comes back at him with a sassy "You must be kidding me, did you really think..." And Tesla's heart stops for a second as she pauses before finishing her sentence: "I could say no?" And he's relieved. She was just messing with him by pausing like that, which is just like her. 

The “Oath” version of this song gets more direct in talking about getting matching rings and having a wedding, so that’s why I like to include it. Its lyrics “I never believed in destiny but now I’m starting to believe it exists” are GLaDOS speaking to Tesla, and the line about “wanting to cling to you every night” is also GLaDOS because she’s a clingy cuddle core. XD

“You’ll Be In My Heart” by Phil Collins

I’m not sure what would make GLaDOS cry, but I like imagining her crying and Tesla comforting her with the lyrics of “You’ll Be In My Heart.” And I imagine it’s him comforting her with it when she’s in a sorry state, like stuck as a potato again or in her hologram form. Maybe she’s crying because she was cut off from her system and tortured with birds for a day or two or it could be after they have a fight or their reunion after their temporary breakup. And with the part of the song where it talks about them seeming different on the outside but being the same on the inside and others not understanding, I can see that being about how she’s a robot that used to be human and he’s a human and some people may think their relationship is wrong because she’s “just a robot” and not human.

Science-related and misc:

“The Mariner’s Revenge Song” by The Decemberists

This song is all about getting revenge on a guy and GLaDOS loves revenge. There’s also a whale involved, which also hearkens back to Moby Dick, which is another tale of revenge which GLaDOS quoted from in her sped-up voice in Portal 2.

“The Elements Song” by Tom Lehrer

It’s the Periodic Table in song form and GLaDOS loves singing about science.

“Poisoning Pigeons in the Park” by Tom Lehrer

GLaDOS does not like (most) birds, so she would take delight in this hilarious tune about poisoning pigeons. Tesla, however, would not appreciate this song, lol (given how much he loves his pigeons).

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

The Misadventures of Prince Kim - chapter 72

The final chapter. Phew. I don’t even know what to say. (That’s a lie, I left several rambling paragraphs of crying on AO3.) It’s been one hell of a ride. Everyone who read this, thank you and I love you. Kim, thank you for existing, and I love you too.

Read it on AO3 where the Morse code actually works and you can see the aforementioned rambling paragraphs of crying

It took several weeks for the telecommunication lines to be repaired. In the meantime, plenty happened. Empress Chloé continued to work on sorting out her empire, and very slowly, things began to improve. The weather remained stormy for a while, but soon cleared up. The raging river eventually returned to its normal, peaceful state. Many more students left, and by June the school seemed almost empty.

Adrien, though under a lot of stress from the recent events, sent a letter to the court of the Agreste Empire, letting them know what had happened. The crew of the ship that Gabriel had used to sail here all bowed down and swore allegiance to Adrien, their new emperor, though he was not sure how much he could trust them. Did they think he had murdered his father? There was a chance that a lot of his subjects would think so, and be wary of him. He had to be careful.

After some tearful goodbyes he sailed away with the crew, back to his home for the first time in years. His new empire could not wait for him much longer. What with the school being so devoid of students, there didn’t seem much point staying until the official start of the holidays. It would be best to go back right away and cement his reign before any troubles began.

No news was heard from Gabriel. If he had made it ashore, he was keeping quiet.

The school soon received a letter from the kingdom of Lê Chiến, informing them that the border troubles had cleared up, meaning that it would finally be safe for Kim to return. A zeppelin had also been sent up in the 7th region to provide remote telecommunications access, and within a few days it would be up and running, meaning that phone calls could once again be made to the kingdom. Preparations were immediately begun for Kim’s departure – the remaining porters collated all his luggage from his room and loaded it onto the carriages.

By this point there was no need to stay at school until the very end. No one was here anyway. Chloé, Sabrina and Lila had all left long ago. Adrien was gone now, and Marinette had soon returned to her own home, eager to see her parents again after such a long break. Nathaniel had not even returned to school after the spring holidays. Lady Caline was still here, but she was one of the very few teachers remaining. It was not possible to learn much with the school in a state like this.

The building itself seemed haunted now, too, every creaky chandelier and broken piece of tiling reminding Kim of his near-demise. He really did not want to stay here any longer. This school did have good memories for him too, of course it did. But in a way he had outgrown it. The time was right for him to begin a new chapter of his life – this time as king, ruling over a country.

He stood in his now empty room one sunny June morning, his phone in hand. Today would be the day he finally left. It would take him a while to get back home, all the way on the other side of the world, and no aeroplanes yet to take him there. But at least he was finally going home. It had been three whole years. Would much have changed?

There had been a certain number he had saved into his phone long ago. Now he dialled it, and held his breath, waiting. According to the timestamp on the letter, the communications zeppelin went up over a week ago. Surely there would be enough time for it to be working now. There had to be.

A voice finally answered.

“Good afternoon, you have reached the kingdom of Lê Chiến. How may we help you?”

It worked! It actually worked! He was speaking to a real person from back home, an actual official! It had been so long that he’d even forgotten about the time difference – of course it was late afternoon back home.

He stopped himself from laughing in relief, reminding himself to sound like a proper ruler now. “Hello, this is Prince Kim calling from my personal telephone. I think I sent the phone number details by messenger pigeon a while ago, so you can verify it if you need to.”

“Ah, Your Highness! We have been hoping to hear from you. Please wait one moment while I verify your details.” There was a pause for several seconds. “Yes, we have your personal telephone number on record. Thank you for your phone call. What do you require from us today?”

What did he require? He wasn’t even sure. He had barely thought about it at all, just wanting to see if the phone lines would even work. There was something else he definitely wanted, though, and he had wanted it for quite a long while. “Um… can I talk to my family? If possible?”

“Of course. Your parents are away at the moment, overseeing the summer solstice festival arrangements, but the Queen-Dowager-Regent is available. She has been eagerly awaiting any news from you. Shall I pass the phone call to her?”

“Yes please.”

“Right, please hold the line for a few moments.”

“Thank you.”

Kim waited for a few minutes, his heart beating rapidly. It had been far, far too long since he had last directly spoken to his grandmother. He missed her so much it was getting impossible to bear. And now, within just a few moments, he would get to hear her voice again! He was so excited he couldn’t stand still, having to pace around the room as he waited.

Finally, that familiar voice spoke. “Kim, I’m so glad to hear from you!”

He hadn’t expected to suddenly be overwhelmed with emotion, and hastily wiped tears away from his eyes. “H-hi bà… how are you?”

“I’m doing very well, thank you, but I really should ask about you! With the communications finally open we’ve been receiving all the world’s news, and it sounds like you have been through quite the adventure. What happened? I want to hear it directly from you.”

“Well… Emperor Gabriel showed up at school and tried to kill me, but then… he fell in the river when the balcony broke…” He was still crying a little, and was aware that his grandma could probably tell.

“Goodness gracious, that really is a terrible thing to have happened to you. I assume you’re out of danger now though?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. We’ve all missed you ever so much. And we’re very proud of you, too. You’ve managed to get our country into the International Alliance without any of us even being there to help you. You’ve grown up so much over the past three years, and I for one can’t wait for you to return so that I can see this change for myself.”

Kim smiled, his heart soaring at the thought of finally getting to go back to his home palace and be with his family once more. “I can’t wait too. And… I’ll try and be a good ruler.”

“I’m sure you will do just fine. We’re planning the coronation to happen around two months from now so that you have plenty of time to get back and adjust yourself. I’ll still be on hand to always help you out. And I’m sure the friends and alliances you’ve made at school will be willing to help you out too.”

“They definitely will.”

“Excellent. With you as leader, and the trade routes back open, I don’t doubt that our kingdom is going to prosper.”

Though still nervous about being a king, Kim was finally beginning to believe that too. Maybe he really could do a good job. He had survived this far, hadn’t he?

“I’m leaving school today,” he said. “My luggage is all packed away and those carriage guards who have been stuck here for like two years can finally take me home.”

“They are still there? My god, I had forgotten about that. As soon as they return they’re getting a hefty pay rise and promotion for their duty. Will you tell them that?”

“Yes.”

“Fantastic. And make sure to give us another call when you’ve almost reached home, so that we can be waiting to greet you. It was so good to speak to you again. We’ll see each other soon.”

“Yeah, see you soon.”

“Goodbye, Kim.”

She hung up. For several seconds Kim just stood there, grinning to himself, unable to stop. He was finally going home. It didn’t feel real. Home seemed like a distant memory, like a movie he had watched some time in the past or a dream he’d had, rather than a real place. The thought of finally getting to go back filled him with so much relief it made him dizzy.

He was not sure how long it was before the knock on the door – time seemed to have stopped entirely at this point. Putting his phone back in his pocket, and walked over and opened the door to see Markov hovering there, bobbing up and down a little less than usual.

“Markov! Good to see you!”

Markov wordlessly flew into the room, looking around at the emptiness of it.

“I was gonna come and say goodbye to you actually,” Kim said to him. “I guess you just beat me to it.”

Markov slowly turned around to face him before speaking. “Kim, I… I am feeling an emotion I’ve never felt before. A strange, terrible one. I don’t like it. It hurts.”

“You mean you’re feeling actual pain?” Wow, that robot was always surprising him. Every time he thought Markov couldn’t get any more sophisticated, he did.

“No, not physical pain. I do not have nerve receptors. It is an emotional pain.” His eyes were beginning to be overrun with little pixel tears. “Kim, you’re going to leave, for a very long time. And I won’t get to see you. This is a very intense kind of sadness I am feeling right now, because you are my friend, and… I… am going to… miss you… and I’ve never ‘missed’ anyone before!”

His voice was wobbling, and he seemed to be shaking. Was this a robotic form of crying? Without thinking, Kim hugged him tight.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Markov,” he said. “But I’ll try and visit as often as I can. I’ll see you every Peace Ball, at least.”

“That’s only once a year. A maximum of around 21 days out of 365!”

“Well I’ll call you up every single day. That way you can talk to me 365 days out of 365.”

“Thank you, that does make me feel a little bit better…”

“Awesome.” Kim let go of him, letting him fly back into the air. “You’ll take care of Max, right?”

“Yes, of course! In fact, that reminds me, I’m also here to inform you that Max is waiting for you at the school entrance.”

“I guess I’ll go see him, then. There’s no point me hanging around here any longer.”

Markov still had tears rolling down from his eyes. “Kim… when I first met you, I did not realize I would become emotionally attached. I didn’t even expect to form emotions in the first place. But your kindness and friendship helped with that, so thank you. Thank you for helping me experience what it is like to be human, just like you.”

Kim’s own eyes were filling up a little too now. “Hey, uh, it’s no problem. I didn’t realize you were gonna be so cool.”

“Good luck with ruling your country. I think… I think I’m going to go now…” He turned and flew out of the room.

Kim’s cheerful mood from earlier was beginning to slip away slightly. Sure, it was exciting to finally be going home again. But saying goodbye to his friends was not fun, not at all. Thank goodness for the existence of telephones. That would make things so much more tolerable.

Taking one last look around the dorm room that he had spent the better part of the last three years in, he stepped out of the door and closed it for the last time. Maybe he would come back and visit this school again one day. As much as he was getting sick of it, he didn’t want to say goodbye forever.

He headed through the maze of empty, dilapidated corridors, towards the entrance where Max would be waiting. Before he had even exited the dorm areas he caught sight of a familiar face.

“Hi Ivan, what’s up?” he said, going over.

“Hi Kim!” Grand Duke Ivan had been looking out at the courtyard through one of the windows, and now turned to face Kim with a smile on his face. “I heard you’re leaving today. Is that true?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh good, there’ll finally be a bit of peace and quiet around here.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He suddenly gave Kim an almighty pat on the back, almost knocking him over completely. “You know, you’re actually alright. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… I’m really glad you’re not dead.”

Kim grinned. “Coming from you, that’s a compliment. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. And good luck for the future. I think you might actually do an okay job.”

“Excuse you, I’m gonna do an amazing job, you’ll see. Anyway, have you proposed to Mylène yet?”

Ivan’s pale face suddenly flushed red. “We’re only 18!”

“Pfff, that didn’t stop me proposing to Max one time. You’re just a wimp.” He left out the fact that it had been a complete accident, and he didn’t really mean it, and Max had never replied to that anyway.

Ivan crossed his arms, going back to his usual sullen demeanour. “I take back what I said. You’re gonna do a terrible job and I’m glad you’re leaving.”

“You don’t mean that. You love me really. And also I was kidding, take your time with Mylène.”

“Of course I will.”

“Cool. I gotta go see Max now, but I hope I’ll see you again someday. Good luck and everything.”

Ivan nodded at him, unable to hide a smile. “You too.”

Kim continued down the corridor as Ivan turned back to the window. It was nice that things were cordial between them now. As much fun as it had been in the past to annoy Ivan on purpose, it was even more fun to do it when they were on good terms, when they both knew it wasn’t serious. Perhaps someday they could become proper friends? Kim hoped so. He didn’t want to be a jerk to anyone ever again.

He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard someone around a corner saying his name.

“…and I guess I haven’t been calling you ‘Kim’ at all recently, have I? You’d just get mixed up with human Kim. But I should have been calling you your actual name, Imhotep, and instead I’ve been calling you ‘snake’, so in revenge you can call me ‘human’ if you want…”

He would recognize that voice anywhere – the voice of his best friend in the entire world. He ran around the corner to see that Pharaoh Alix was indeed standing there, talking to her pet snake that was wrapped around the sceptre.

Walking over, he leaned an arm against the wall, saying, “Hey, human. What’s up?”

She hit him with the sceptre. “Only the snake’s allowed to call me that!”

“Well considering that time you called me ‘Emperor Palpatine’ for like a whole week, it’s only fair if I get to call you ‘human’, right?”

“Whatever. You won’t even be here for a week anyway.”

Oh yes, of course. Now was probably the best time to say goodbye to her. He had very much been putting that off.

“I was just heading down to the school entrance,” he said. “The carriage is there with all my stuff in it. And Max is there too.”

“So this is goodbye?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay then. Bye.”

He frowned. “What, is that it?”

“I didn’t want to make it all stupid and dramatic!” She was looking down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. “What did you want me to do? Tell you how cool you are? How awesome a friend you are? Start crying and hug you and admit that I’m g-gonna miss you? Because that’s… that’s n-not happening…”

.-.. .. .- .-. the snake tapped out, sliding off the sceptre and wrapping itself around her headdress.

“Oh fine! I’ll say it! I’m gonna miss you ‘cause you’re my best friend, and l-like… I never had best friends before going to school. And I never cared about anyone this much before. And I know the main threat’s gone, b-but… you have to promise to be careful! I can’t go through losing you again! I can’t!”

She dropped the sceptre and put her face in her hands, seemingly trying very, very hard not to cry. Kim had mostly avoided thinking about his near-death as much as he could, and definitely avoided thinking about the fact that in one timeline he really did die, and all his friends were there to see it. Alix had outright forbidden anyone from speaking about it at all, so it was surprising that she was bringing it up now.

He bent down and pulled her into a hug. “I will be careful. I promise.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d promised her that he would be careful. To be fair, the death wasn’t his fault at all. From now on, though, there were no more timeline splits to ruin everything. It was just his own willpower against the world. This time, he was going to survive. He was sure of it.

“By the way,” Alix said, “I’m gonna call you up every single day and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Good. So I’ll get phone calls from you, Max, and Markov. That’s a lot of phone calls.”

“You’ll need our help, you Kimbecile. You have to do a good job at being king.”

“Don’t worry.” He let go of her and stood back up. “I’m gonna be the coolest ruler ever. Well, almost. You’re the coolest, of course.”

She smiled, wiping tears away from her eyes. “I can’t believe that’s an actual thing you said out loud…”

“Yeah, this is the last time I’ll properly see you for ages, so I have to say all the stuff I wouldn’t otherwise say!”

“Well then, since you did go and make it stupid and dramatic and cheesy, I guess I may as well carry on.” She crossed her arms, her face going red. “I think I learnt a lot from you. Like, I’m not so idiotic and reckless anymore, and I’m better at not scaring people away. That’s definitely at least partly your fault. But you got way better too, which is great ‘cause I sorta hated you when I first met you. You’re cooler now. And I didn’t think I’d end up caring this much, but I do. So yeah.”

Kim rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, I was a jerk at first, wasn’t I… but you were really annoying too.”

“I’m still annoying, actually.”

“Good point. But I love it now.” He ruffled the little bit of hair sticking out from under her headdress. “I learnt a lot from you too. I mean, we have the wackiest history ever, don’t we? I don’t think I’ll ever have another friend as close as you. You’re special. If platonic sweethearts were a thing, I think I could call you one… if that doesn’t bother you?”

Still smiling through her tears, she shook her head. “It doesn’t.”

“Nice.” He suddenly realized that he was about to start crying too, and quickly changed the subject. “You’ll still go visit Max loads, right? He and Markov can keep you company. I know you don’t wanna lose any friendships and stuff so like…”

“Of course I’ll hang out with Max and Markov all the time. And I’ve got Jalil, too. I’ll make sure I’m not lonely. I’ve actually got the hang of friendship now.” She finally looked him in the eyes. “You don’t have to worry about me, Kim. I’ll be fine. You focus on ruling your country and not dying.”

Ruling his country… not dying… that was it, the tears were already rolling down his face before he could stop them.

“I’ll see you at the Peace Ball,” he managed to say, sniffing, hoping she wouldn’t make fun of him for crying. She was an expert at being hypocritical like that. “Maybe I’ll challenge you to a rematch of… that thing that happened in the lift…”

“Oh yeah, that thing!” Alix laughed. “I’d almost forgotten about that! You haven’t told anyone what happened, right?”

He shook his head.

“Good, neither have I. And I never will.”

.-. .- .--. / -... .- - - .-.. .! the snake tapped, rather enthusiastically.

“Yeah! Hey, maybe next time the snake can take part too.”

“But I won’t understand what he’s saying…”

“Well then, you’d better learn Morse code before the next Peace Ball. I’ll be waiting.”

Kim just nodded, knowing he wouldn’t have the time or patience to do that. “I… I guess I should go now…”

“Yeah. You should go see Max, and uh, get in a bit more scientific research before you leave.”

Kim had been putting off saying goodbye to Max too, and the thought was twisting at his insides rather nauseatingly. “Yeah, I’ll go do that… You be a good pharaoh, okay? And tell Jalil I said ‘screw you, square’ and… keep swearing on international television and being awesome…”

“Dude, if I say ‘fuck’ one more time in an interview they’ll probably start censoring it. They’ll just have to interview the snake instead.”

Kim gave the snake a stroke. “I’ll miss you as well, little buddy. Uh, Imhotep or whatever your actual name is.”

The snake gave his hand a lick with that adorable little forked tongue.

-- . / - --- --- !

“Lemme guess, is he calling me a punk bitch again?”

“Nah,” Alix said, shaking her head. “He says he’ll miss you too.”

“Aw, he’s so sweet. I can’t believe I used to be scared of him.”

“Yeah, in my experience, human beings can be far, far deadlier than snakes…”

That much was true. It was very, very true.

“Anyway,” she said, “you should probably get out of here now. The sooner you go home and see your family, the better.”

“Yeah…” He finger-gunned at her. “Remember, I love you. No romo.”

She rolled her eyes, grinning. “Whatever. See you later, weird prince guy.” With that, she picked up the sceptre and ran off with the snake.

After a few seconds of getting rid of any remaining tears, Kim continued wandering down the corridor towards the entrance, nostalgia weighing on him. Back when he had first started here, he had never considered that he’d end up best friends with the tiny, terrifying little pharaoh who had somehow managed to enrage him and also capture his heart. Life could be so bizarre sometimes, couldn’t it? There had been rivalry, and reconciliation, and coming outs, and kisses, and fist-fights over Monopoly, and too many stupid challenges to count. He couldn’t have predicted any of that.

And he hadn’t realized he would fall in love with Max, either…

No, when he had first started here, Prince Max was just that good friend of his, the guy he had seen at summer camps and found fun to hang out with. Now they had been together through the worst of times, the thought of looming wars, assassinations, influenza. Max had always been there for him. To the point where he started crushing hard, and didn’t even realize that the love of his life felt the same way in return.

In fact, when he started at this school, he hadn’t even realized there were more “fish in the sea” than just girls! Perhaps that was something he’d keep quiet about back home for a while, though. He wasn’t sure how they’d take it.

All too soon, his feet had carried him to the school entrance. The doors were wide open, allowing the warm sunny air into the large entrance room. Unlike the end of the previous years, it was almost deserted. A few servants and porters were scurrying around, packing the last things into the carriage on the path just outside.

Max was leaning against one of the walls, watching them absent-mindedly. Kim’s heart instantly lifted, the way it always did whenever he saw Max, and he rushed over.

“Max!”

Max turned around just in time for Kim to hug him tightly enough to lift him off the ground. When he put him back down he did not quite let go, only pulling back enough to be able to see his precious sweetheart’s face.

“Hi Kim,” Max said, a sweet little smile on his face. “Did you see Markov?”

“Yeah, he told me you were waiting here. He’s really gonna miss me, poor guy.”

“Well, he’s not the only one who’ll miss you a lot…”

Kim rested his forehead against Max’s. “I’ll call you up every day, I promise. And I’ll build that airport soon so you all can visit.”

“Keep an eye on the budget so that you don’t overspend on the airport. There are probably a lot of other things that your kingdom could use the money for too.”

“Your advice is gonna be so helpful, I just know it.”

Max chuckled. “I’m glad you think so. Hopefully it’ll help you avoid more misadventures.”

“Misadventures? What’s that?”

“An adventure with misfortune or tragedy. Much like the ones that have plagued us over the past few years.”

“Oh, right. Well I’ll definitely be sure to avoid those.”

Max’s voice was starting to waver, and Kim noticed he was clinging on rather tight. “Kim… there’s something I’ve been meaning to say…”

And now the goodbyes were truly going to start. Kim’s eyes were stinging, but he tried to ignore it. He couldn’t start crying again, couldn’t he? He had cried enough for today!

“I’ve already told you a lot how much I care about you,” Max continued. “And you’ve told me, too. It’s not something we ever hold back on. In retrospect, I think I owe that to you. I tend to act very logical and rational, and you’re the opposite, and it really did me a lot of good. We’re… we’re a very good balance.”

Kim smiled. “I was gonna say the same! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Max.”

“You’re the best too! So open with your feelings, so free with your heart, so passionate and full of confidence and energy! No wonder I’ve liked you for so long. Well, that, and also you’re rather attractive…”

He was sure he was blushing hard. At least Max seemed to be blushing too, as invisible as it was with skin like his.

“I don’t want to make this too long. I know you want to see your family again as soon as possible, and the journey will be long. But…” Max sniffed. “…you’re like a dream come true. You’re the one encouraging the part of my brain that runs on emotions, rather than logic. And you’ve always been supportive! Ever since I first met you, probably ten years ago now. The fact that you love me back is a bonus, since your support is worth the friendship either way… oh, I don’t even know what I’m saying, I’m just rambling…”

“You’re doing the thing I always do,” Kim said. “That thing where I gush at you about how cool you are?”

“I suppose I am doing that. Though it’s not like I haven’t done it before.”

“Well it’s my turn now.” Kim willed himself to at least hold it together long enough to say something heartfelt – Max deserved that much. “Honestly, you’re so cool I still can’t believe you like me. I used to be a jerk and everything, but you’d still hang out with me, trying to tell me to be better, trying to get me to use my brain for once and stop being an idiot. And thanks to you, I did. I got nicer, I got better at schoolwork, I’m at least a bit less reckless now…”

“Kim, that wasn’t me! That was you, thanks to your own hard work and effort.”

“You helped, though. You’re always really supportive too. I mean, you were helping me out with all my hopeless crushes even though you were into me? I’m still not over that. And you stayed in quarantine with me for months, even though you’d been vaccinated and didn’t need it, and I feel like I can tell you anything and everything, no matter what. You’re like the best mix of a best friend and a sweetheart. When I’m with you I feel more… stable, I guess.”

Max’s smile had been growing wider and wider while Kim had been speaking. “I’m going to miss all these compliments so much.”

“I’ll still compliment you over the phone!”

“It’s not the same though, is it?”

“No, I guess not…”

“There’s another thing I wanted to say,” Max said, sounding far more nervous suddenly. “Do you remember that time when you… um… accidentally proposed to me?”

Kim’s heart leapt right up into his throat. He nodded – how could he forget it? That had been mortifying!

“Well, we’re too young for that, as I’m sure you know. But, that being said… if you feel the same way in about seven years or so, then uh… feel free to ask again…”

“I will,” Kim said, his brain already coming up with all sorts of cheesy romantic proposal scenarios in his head. “Exactly seven years from now, I’ll ask. Mark the date.”

Max grinned. “Perhaps I’ll surprise you by asking first…”

“No way, I’ll beat you to it for sure!”

“Oh really? Like how you beat me to confessing your love for me? Oh wait, that didn’t happen, because I got there first.”

“But I asked you out first!” Kim shook his head, laughing. “It doesn’t matter anyway. As long as it’s in exactly seven years. I’ll have time to let my kingdom get used to the idea. And then I’ll abdicate, or maybe we could do that thing Marinette’s parents did, where their kingdoms became twin-kingdoms and they split their time ruling both… oh, I don’t know. I’ll decide nearer the time.”

“Good, you need a while to relax now. These past years have been very stressful, and ruling a country won’t be easy either. Make sure you don’t burn yourself out.”

“I’ll try.” The prospect of leaving, going home and being coronated, was weighing on him again. “You make sure to look after Markov, and have fun, and go visit Alix lots, all that stuff…”

“Of course.” Max went up onto tiptoes suddenly, leaning in closer. “None of the porters are around, so how about a goodbye kiss?”

Goodbye kiss… why did those words hurt so much? Everything about this moment was so bittersweet. Everything about the past several months had been bittersweet, actually. Perhaps it was a side-effect of growing up. Maybe his whole life was going to be bittersweet from now on.

Well then, he’d better revel in the sweet parts, and learn from the bitter.

“Sure.”

He leaned in and kissed Max deeply, wrapping his arms around him tight, never wanting to let go. If he could stay here forever, he would.

But he couldn’t. He was a prince, soon to be king, and he had a duty. Plus, he would see Max again. This wasn’t goodbye forever.

He was already crying by the time he pulled away, tears spilling out of his eyes faster than he could wipe them away. Now that the moment had actually come to leave, it was hitting him just how much he would miss this place, miss all his friends, miss his sweetheart, everything. This school and everyone in it was a part of his life now. Letting go was not going to be easy.

“You’ll have to go back to pillows from now on,” Max mumbled, taking off his glasses to brush tears away from his eyes too. Kim laughed weakly, wondering if he was blushing again.

“Pillows can’t compare to you.”

“And robots can’t compare to you.”

“I’m still gonna tell Markov about that someday…”

Max smiled briefly, then looked over at the carriage waiting outside the doors. “Your carriage is waiting for you, Kim. And your family is too.”

“You’re right, I should go…”

“Kim, I love you. And just… thank you. For everything.”

“I… I love you too, Max…”

He was crying too much to be able to say anything, so he just pulled Max into one last ribcage-crushing hug, before turning and walking towards the carriage. The guards had opened the door and were waiting for him.

“My grandma says you’re getting a pay rise when y-you get back,” he said. “You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” the guard said with a smile, before shutting the door.

Your Highness… Soon he wouldn’t be called that anymore. Soon it would be Your Majesty. How quickly would he get used to that?

As the carriage set off down the path, Kim looked out of the back window. Max was standing at the entrance, waving. Kim waved back, though he wasn’t sure if Max would be able to see him through this tiny window. He noticed suddenly that up on the roof, Alix and Markov were there waving at the carriage too – how had they got there?! He waved at them too.

Slowly his friends faded out of sight, and the school did too. One chapter of his life was finishing, and the next was about to begin. Would it be as turbulent? As stressful? As dangerous? Hopefully not. At least he was much better at dealing with all that than he used to be, considering how much he had grown up over the past three years. Thinking back to his very first day of school, it was astounding to note the difference.

Now his spirits were lifting again, thinking of his family waiting for him at home. The familiar palace, those friendly servants, the sports rivals, everything and everyone he had been missing so much. Lê Chiến was still very dear to his heart, even after all the other places he had seen. From now on, that was what he had to focus on. Ruling his country and doing a good job, staying out of war, promoting new technologies, making allies. Everything he had been taught at school would surely help him out.

Yes, once he got back home he would not be a prince anymore. He would be King Kim, ruler of Lê Chiến. It was time to take the lessons he had learnt from the past, and put them towards making a bright future for himself, his country, and the entire world.

He looked forward to it.

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tyrellsimsoficeandfire replied to your post “replies”

I'm such a bad follower ;-). I must catch up with your writing. Always had just time for a quick like. I must read and give proper feedback. I know you deserve!

Thank you for following the story anyways! It’s quite lovely of you to even mention that you don’t have time to read... And I would love to have you as a reader, too, and hear what you think about the plot and characters... But take your time to do as you wish dear!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “At the sound of the racks crashing the boy stopped, just under the...”

No - but that is your wish Andreas, to make time stand still so as to behold the vision a while longer. I feel you, kid.

There is an eternal quality to time (and space, and light) and I sometimes seem to detect it a lot stronger when I am in Greece... But yes, Andreas does enjoy looking at Konstantinos, and is mentally photographing this moment!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “What?” < previous     ||     next >”

Oh he's irresistible! And a little cocky! GET HIM ANDREAS!!

I’m sort of proud of having created this boy, do enjoy his looks a lot! 

Andreas would be a little embarrassed with the encouragement, for he is slow in such matters...

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “How could someone so young be so blasé? Not effortlessly, Andreas...”

"Home with you" Is the answer we all need here!!!

Yes, but where is home here? Andreas doesn’t have a home anymore, and we know nothing about the boy’s life yet... Oh, you mean they should do it! But then any alley would do, right? ;)

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “Work?”  So obvious it were that the boy answered Andreas with another...”

That is the perfect pose for this rebuke!

This is a lovely pose @starsha-sims!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “And my bag?” Andreas insisted. He finally identified across the...”

Cock-blocked by the Uncle. Typical! (Just teasing lol)

Haha, I had to look the term up on a slang dictionary to see what it meant... Hum, is Uncle Alcandros that powerful as to own Konstantinos? Or is he maybe the boy’s pimp?

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “Andreas shook the rack he still held behind him, and the sudden noise...”

You have nothing to lose Andreas. Do it!!

I remember telling this to myself just too often, and still feeling unable to act on my desire... :/

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “Halting once more, the boy turned only his upper body towards Andreas....”

Never mind what Dev would have said - you say what you feel Andreas!

Dev sounds like an imaginary friend of Andreas, doesn’t it?

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “I live here.” Again, the answer – followed by a shrug – being so...”

I think he is playing it cool - or hard to get? :D

Whatever Konstantinos is doing, he is deeply affecting Andreas, so it must be just the right thing to do! The boy is a natural seducer! 

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “The boy was about to turn around again, resume his way, closing their...”

Let's hope he is genuine and doesn't see Andreas as a cash-cow

Another term I had not previously heard of, but that I understood right away! It sounds somehow sexy to describe someone that way... Cow... milk... milking... sucking... oops!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “The bells of the neighboring church and their echoing around the walls...”

He will clearly stand out in a crowd Andreas. Don't worry!

Do you really think so, my friend? Andreas is asking you, begging for confirmation, biting his pouting lips... The idea of not seeing that boy again makes Andrea regret being so slow, so clumsy...

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “The Three Graces. The three scorched graces, though – and not very...”

Agree with @simblu​ Watch it boy!

Let’s hope Andreas has taken some lessons of self-defense! (for he doesn’t seem the type who has been in fights often)

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “His mood immediately brightened and, as if becoming just then aware of...”

I'm glad he has his senses back - for now. Great reading, as always! Loving it!

Thank you soooo muuuch for reading the story, dear!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “But the exchange between the three boys and the old porter did not...”

'Malakia Dickheads' is what I am hoping Andreas has learned. Mutter that to yourself Lad!! :D

Andreas is so thrilled when you call him lad... Else, he is incapable of swearing!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “That he had not spotted a single policeman, and instead kept bumping...”

**Passes the boys the Penis & Height Slider Mod** There ya go lads - go play and be happy about life!

(Because I get the impression that their ego's are bigger than them!)

Haha! Maybe it’s the perspective in the pictures? They are smaller than Andreas, but not that much small :D

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “Slightly aware that his stare might have turned into ogle – that they...”

Oh shit! I didn't know that @simblu​ I would have took it as begging and offered them some Vape Oil :D :D :D

Vape Oil? I had to Google that too! :D

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “Cigarettes?” A token, a fee – like they were the toll booth to the...”

Oh my! This is the first time I have noticed the prominence of that tattoo outlined above THAT Stitch on his pants. . . How very... VISUAL! :D

(Also, I am glad I noticed! lol)

I did mention that tattoo previously, in this post, where it did not show, though... I am glad you noticed it, and am not so sure other people have... They will, when Andreas heads to the beaches...

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “I… don’t smoke.” Andreas affirmed – without much conviction –, upon...”

Stand up for yourself Andreas! They are just kids - BE CONFIDENT!

Oh dear, Andreas is NOT confident at all... but thank you for cheering him up and encouraging him anyway!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “I… don’t smoke.” Andreas affirmed – without much conviction –, upon...”

Ahh SHIT! Went to click Next. Cried.

It took just a week or so between updates, for I am trying to post LoSSS in between those, but I am still sorry to keep you waiting!

tyrellsimsoficeandfire replied to your photo “Slightly aware that his stare might have turned into ogle – that they...”

And yet, the boys look absolutely hot!

Hot... under the sun? :D

I know, and they enjoy your compliment, though!

lifeasasim replied to your photo “Not meant as the trick he had tried with Konstantinos, Andreas...”

"Foul fart" hahaha

I hope that is an appropriate expression...

lifeasasim replied to your photo “Oh, parakalo!” Andreas exclaimed, unsure to be using the right word...”

Rude >:(

They are, aren’t they? Let’s hope Andreas does not fall in love with them just because of their rudeness ;)

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “Not meant as the trick he had tried with Konstantinos, Andreas...”

Was 'Gay Friendly' even a term back then? I don't know how underground it all was. Wasn't this in the 80's did you say?

This is the mid to end of the 1990s as mentioned here, and LGB ( as well as gay friendly) was a term already in use since the beginning of the 1990s. 

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “No, it’s left.” Answered the boy in red – bearing the uniform of some...”

Hopefully - glad to help! And how brave Andreas was to ask them like that - they could easily beat him up on their assumptions of his sexuality!

He seems to prefer to trust these thugs than the old porter, that he disliked from the start... Andreas, I fear, is not always the best judge of characters... Though he doesn’t seem to fear violence from that source -- his sexuality, I mean --, and is more concerned about being robbed!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo “Oh, parakalo!” Andreas exclaimed, unsure to be using the right word...”

Well that was a lot easier than it could have become! Nice one for making it out of there in one piece Andy!!

simblu replied to your photo “A deep breath for each step taking him past the boys, and away from...”

Quite the surprise.. I thought for certain it was going to go another way

I’m answering both @declarations-of-drama and @simblu in the same reply because it’s on the same topic...

Andreas has brought his metropolitan life neurosis with him to the island, so that several of his perceptions are tainted with that, and rarely correspond to the reality... He was super afraid of something that was simply never going to happen, though he kept seeing indications that it would!

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Behind-The-Scenes Tour Of Dan Peña’s MASSIVE Guthrie Castle – Part 2/2

This is this, this is him or less when I first met in, and is 2324, it’s hard to believe it’s, the same young man, we came down to visit me and, 2003 when I said that, buy me breakfast, i really think it was going to come, it’s coming from Canada, but he showed up, and they and we spent a couple hours., and that was the beginning, and, proud, and the remarkable about 10 years ago, and now he’s back, are you coming back, and the, the kids, add interface with, and, we will be doing this, but he hasn’t successful, and I bet the otter speaking in front of, and where I’m going to beat him like a rented mule, i mean, to get more out of it because, they ought to be at 7, seven-figure tickets, is Amity Road Rage, excellent, the top of his game but he’s going to make it better, Is that even make it better and the, any is going to continue because heart, amish people, are all they can be all the time, high performance, all they can be everything in their life, rochester in, services, provides, for the kids, i can’t tell you how often, htci, because it come out of his stable, and, i never, and, improved you know how many millions, alive, where they, provide themselves more money, what my name is, support the family, etc and, take a tour, part of the grounds, if you were here, and the, and I look forward to, thank you very much, so-so Dance YouTube Rodney King, remember 10 years ago, remember what’s bigger, much bigger than I thought, this even my hell is that the lawn I know how much it cost, how much it cost to add a hundred grand a month, that’s nothing breaks and a new machine, With the wall Garden that there is to it is to Hector’s that’s 4 and 1/2 acres, the ground 256 acres in a golf course, 9-hole golf course which is on both sides of the debate with a lock which is Lakewood, and we have Royal swans I don’t own the swans, the queen owns, that’s her property, currently we have the two adult swans and we have poor signal, before babies, overlooking at a lock, and his manicured as you know the estate’s manicured, most of my neighbors, not only do we live in all, whereas most of my neighbors living, horsham the castles they have it walled off because of the heating in it, you don’t need air conditioning, but, and most of the Lawns aren’t uncut manicured and of course we have the, glitch with the lights around the stage and the roads are tarmac, and it didn’t used to be that way I mean, San Jose.

Combination of gravel and dirt, and it’s, it’s a beautiful place in the world, weather forecast, crafts Direct, but I don’t drive 25 years and we have a driver, lady driver, or What She Drives Me In, and it sounded drives, aston Martin and the Ferrari but I can’t even, bedtime, southeast electric Drive the rolls, i don’t drive anymore and we used to back in the day when I had a helicopter to land a helicopter ride here, i Know video, hey, land about, 50 60 70 yards from the plane, then I walked, and I on to the British air jet, normani, airlines that I normally use, thinking about how much time, we’ve sold off our other, we had a place overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Rolling Hills California we had a place in actually a cheap, places in London, we have picture Monte Carlo, But it’s become a fishbone now, taurus, whataburgers are we got rid of all those over the last 5 or 10 years and, so the only home we have now is got three, and we celebrated last year are 450th anniversary of the castle, and, james the 3rd of Scotland gave Sir John Guthrie, in 1468, acres, about 2 million Acres, plus, bi-Rite, to Build a Home Care, different parts, celebs are going over the years, the newest part of the castle was in the late 1800s 1898 295, what is it the Ender and then there was some parts in the 1700s, and then it was joined in the middle 1800 it was joining you can see the difference in me, the stonework and it’s, 55000 square feet, if you live in all of it and the, of course you become famous, and we’re expecting a program to come out and BBC investment and the, Sports, at my age I just turned 74 at my age I’m still, very healthy, and I’m you know I’m in demand, and so are the, so I’m fortunate and blessed in my career, a lot longer than I ever thought, if I know you, for teaching and, is higher than teaching, when knife when can they came the first time it was, cracked right now you have 20 from what you were, you doing more events which I think, with Arthur anything was someone coming here, ., first of all it’s a b**** try to get here, but that’s not easy for a lot of people, the environment, unless you hear you don’t really know, spireon remember back then 10 years ago like coming here the biggest thing for me I got out of it, expanding the context, what I believe, what was living with my mom, when I saw this it was such a, Conch, and, to believe it’s one thing to say you believe but it, dicks, and it’s quite spectacular, and I was very impressed, i’m very impressed, and then I’m sure when the kids come and see that they’re Blown Away, i can’t be your nuts blown away and, the, or the next level is Big Chateau someplace or big it up someplace in the, helicopter helicopter, but I mean, you never going to, outdoor overdue or go over your wildest expectation, and the most, the more wild expectation the better, and so the kids the kids to follow you and the kids to follow me, they have to dream bigger, i have to think figure you’ve heard that some of the webinar some of that, students say that one of the best things the greatest things are the most, advantageous things they got away from experience here and experience with me, Is that the thing finger.

And you know guys were going to do 10 million dollar deals I’ll do a hundred million dollar deals, $10 billion dollar deal, and the not dissimilar to my thought process, when I you know when I when I die, realized and I flipped, my my idea is, do you know the bill real wealth, and that’s what the kids have done in in in fortunately you know I’m at 775 billion dollars in generational, well now with the kids, not dissimilar to yourself, and it is, it’s quite an honor to have done that, but it’s not for everybody, as you well know, yo I mean not everybody want to make the sacrifices, then what would be your, challenge expectations of me, gina from 22 years old and I’m almost, 3738, you’re still a kid, well I mean the place where you live but I mean there’s place, 100 times bigger, okay you leave you make quite a bit of money but and the, i do Porter the kids don’t understand how much it cost to be rich, the expenses that are associated with being rich, yoga, and you mentioned that you had a grand to keep this place going but I mean for yourself I mean to get get, water footprint, expand expand, beyond the shores of North America to to you know we talked about, high ticket closing, certificate, where they’re like an MBA or they’re like you know some sort of college degree or some sort of diploma, accreditation, and I mean that’s all possible, i mean it’s all possible and, what’s up are you done fabulous but I mean you got another I don’t know 10:20 or more years, but you can do this and look what you’ve accomplished, just in the last 10 years, I mean and you can do multiples of that, and I would expect multiples, did the best of the high performance kids, that I’ve had the privilege of coaching and you’re obviously one of them I mean you just scratch the surface, scratch the surface, you know and I say you touch a Billion Lives, and not only will you become a billionaire, what’s your change the fabric of the DNA of the planets, and you know you can touch A Billion Lives because it’s certainly a billion people that need more income, for sure I mean, it’s probably 6 p.m., sorry I mean your universe is is it’s a so large, i doubt you know it it it really depends on, if you get tired, it really depends I assume your health is going to stay good, and but, that looks aside, you know it’s as easy to say wash it I don’t need any more money why do this, But I haven’t seen that and I don’t think that’s going to happen, i think I know it’s not going to happen, the fact that you come here now after these years and you’re getting, refreshing and, yeah and right now there’s so much money, interest rates at 5000 year low, is so much money available on the planet, all you got to do is, this is the one we went public or coal mines, and in Kentucky, this is one of our offshore, rigs in the Gulf of Mexico, back in the day, this is, copy of our first annual report when we went public, india, is why I gave him some of the, menchie’s from a few seminars ago just fucken do it, these are various articles been very speech papers, over the years, has been written about in the, Wall Street Journal in various newspapers.

And this is when we were at 8500, company with 195 and 196, 102b 152 and 195, back in the late 90s, and there was a picture, yep yep this is the picture, christian on social media, that I took out, the company, back on my birthday at 35 years ago August 10th, and the quite extraordinary dig, and continued, a whole lot of, supernatural things over the years, it’s locked up, my office, and I think people need on this, doesn’t like, tractor, calling, doing deal, volume, and, i run the, various organizations and I’m privileged to be the head up, and this is where I come up with the ideas about changing the seminar and, the seminar you seen today was different than the seminar that was in July that was different than the seminar in June, and I, artifact, correct special of frog, Yes NM, price because, i know that, kitchen faucet part of my job, and this is the Frog, that you gave me, 16 years ago, i was wondering never forget, how I got here and it’s by kissing frogs by, and that means turning over rocks, looking at countless., talking to countless people, and, that’s why when I travel around the world, on my website if you want to talk to me for 20 minutes to make an appointment, and what time in Vancouver Los Angeles, dallas Texas or London, i see people normally in the hotel lobby, those could be a total waste., correct, they might be one correct, correct there may be one or two, that, actually come to fruition, and the two-thirds of my time is pro bono, because my time is for free, i’m either doing charity work, or I’m talking to universities, which is, most danger animal pastime, I’m talking at the hyperloop, the guys that are Drilling, elon Musk Underground, los Angeles, a few months ago, and I continue to do that and I could even join back, when we just came back from the Paul I talked at I talk to you one of them, the leading Engineering University, and Cat man do, and, the packhouse, and I really enjoy it, now give me my, my first seminar, one day one day outside the castle of the century in the last 20 years, it’ll be the first time, i’m giving it in, heathrow Airport, at the Sofitel Hotel, on January 18th, all-day seminar, but that the Catholic seminaries where I can make you a cannibal, and that’s really important, and what the kids out there don’t have, and that what we give them here, and I think, youTube, social media, thing called anything is, 74, doing a 5, 7-Day train, i do a two-day training Anaya, do that, to give back, it’s, 10 *, easier, but then Jesus called there, brother correct teach a bunch of kids, scratch, track Finish Line, but I mean our system procedures and, second to none, we don’t have the best of practice, we have the best of best, the best, and even today I mean this week, we’ve seen people in the last few weeks, listen to Jason, who just did this deal., australia, who’s attending the seminar, and the, the system works, it just does, it right now, i mean Levemir Hayden President Trump, exchange Finance, forever, dance around the world, easier to get money, and there’s just, plethora, financial opportunities, they didn’t exist, 5 years ago, and so I’m here to tell you., make hay while the sun shines, i mean, in the end we are, and this is, is grouper a 24 inch, All over the world.

Youngest age 18, is, 55 and actually you’re the average, average age of the 20 for kids, 37, guys gals, children boys and girls I mean go out and get it done I mean, what are you going to ask you what what are you going to tell your grandchildren, did you did during the greatest transformation of wealth, the world has ever seen, sit on your ass with your thumb up your ass, or that you went out, creating generational wealth, it’s up to you you know, up to you how you going to, address, your kids and grandkids, and I’m going to continue to do this one of them healthy, there’s no time limit or anything like that but, i didn’t think I’d be doing it at 74, abraham and so I, the next year’s, and the, unless I’m, i’m called by the president then, i’ll take a hiatus, Couple years off, but then, anita Baker.

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'I always felt like I was the funny friend of girls that I fancied' - Chris O'Dowd reflects his teen years

Dawn O’Porter and Chris O’Dowd attend the SAG-AFTRA Foundation Patron of the Artists Awards 2017 at the Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts on November 9, 2017 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Matt Winkelmeyer/Getty Images for SAG-AFTRA Foundation ) Dawn O’Porter (L) and husband Chris O’Dowd attend the red carpet premiere of EPIX original series “Get Shorty” at Pacfic Design Center on August 10, 2017 in West Hollywood, California. (Photo by David Livingston/Getty Images) Presenter Dawn Porter and fiance Actor Chris O’Dowd attend Fashion Kicks in aid of Macmillan Cancer Support, Beechwood Cancer Care Centre Stockport and the Chefs Adopt a School Project at Lancashire County Cricket Club on May 1, 2012 in Manchester, England. (Photo by Shirlaine Forrest/WireImage) Actor Chris O’Dowd and wife Dawn Porter attend “The Sapphires” after party during the 2012 Toronto International Film Festival at The Brandt House on September 9, 2012 in Toronto, Canada. (Photo by Todd Oren/Getty Images for Weinstein) Chris O’Dowd and Dawn Porter attend the Elle Style Awards at The Savoy Hotel on February 11, 2013 in London, England. (Photo by Mike Marsland/WireImage) Chris O’Dowd attends the “Juliet, Naked” New York Premiere at Metrograph on August 14, 2018 in New York City. (Photo by Nicholas Hunt/Getty Images) Chris O’Dowd in Get Shorty Actors Chris O’Dowd, Rose Byrne and Ethan Hawke attend the “Juliet, Naked” New York Premiere at Metrograph on August 14, 2018 in New York City. (Photo by Nicholas Hunt/Getty Images) Chris O’Dowd with his wife Dawn O’Porter Chris O’Dowd and Dawn O’Porter attend the launch party for The Pool, a unique multi-media platform for busy women co-founded by renowned editor and journalist Sam Baker and broadcaster Lauren Laverne, on April 23, 2015 in London, England. www.the-pool.com (Photo by Samir Hussein/Getty Images for The Pool)

‘I always felt like I was the funny friend of girls that I fancied’ – Chris O’Dowd reflects his teen years

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Chris O’Dowd ambles into a café to meet me a week before he turns 39.

But by his own biological calendar, that birthday is long gone. In O’Dowd years, he’s already 52. “It’s like, ‘Am I not f**king 40 yet?’ I turned 39 when I was about 26. I feel like I’ve been very old for a very long time,” he says, squinting his close-set eyes. “I was the youngest and last kid [of five], left at home as my parents were breaking up. As a 15-year-old, I took on the behaviour of the man of the house. I was a child-man. That’s why I’ve played a lot of man-children.”

His overgrown boys have included tech slacker Roy Trenneman, his breakout role in Channel 4’s cult comedy The IT Crowd, record label jerk Ronnie in Judd Apatow’s This Is 40, and an assortment of oafs (not least a bad boyfriend in Girls). But since his turn in Bridesmaids in 2011, O’Dowd has become a regular in Apatow’s Hollywood gang of everymen. It was Apatow who suggested O’Dowd for the role of his latest emotionally stunted male: Duncan, a narcissistic music nerd in the film adaptation of Nick Hornby’s Juliet, Naked.

This is the first of two projects with Hornby. “I’m starting to feel like his muse,” he says chuckling, but he’s keen to dis-identify with the Hornby-esque male. “I don’t have the arrested development of his characters,” he insists. “I was brought up in a matriarchal household. My mother is a therapist, so we had mature conversations about behaviour and identity. Hornby characters believe, ‘You are what you like’. That’s increasingly part of the male psyche as we are clutching for an identity. We were told for centuries that our identity was tied up with machismo and now we are seeing that machismo has a lot of drawbacks.”

O’Dowd’s public image as the affable Irish slacker who merely stumbled into breaking America does not exactly tally with his dynamic CV. But he’s still conscious that “today’s cockerel is tomorrow’s feather duster”. On his writing desk at home in LA he keeps a photo of a “spit bucket” full of 30 half-masticated burgers for an ad he once did, to remind himself that his success is “not just a given”. He admits to suffering less from impostor syndrome than “an Irish inferiority complex. The British can be a bit snooty about Irish people, even now. They’ve seen the danger of the Irish that the Americans haven’t. Americans just see the Irish as jesters.”

It doesn’t bother him, he says, that he’s still seen as a comic actor despite a raft of dramas over the last five years. But some things do. In fact he can get quite riled, for starters, on the subject of Catholicism. In 2014, in John McDonagh’s Calvary, he played a wife-beating butcher wreaking vengeance on the church for being sexually abused by a priest as a boy. O’Dowd didn’t track down historical Irish victims for his research, he tells me, partly because he already knew so many. “They are not that uncommon. I know many people who priests have exposed themselves to.” He is a vehement atheist, and says the “small turn-out” for Pope Francis’s visit to Ireland in August is “the shape of things to come. For hundreds of years, the Catholic Church provided an identity for Ireland at a time that we were suppressed. The need is no longer there. So if they are going to keep f**king kids, they are in trouble.”

Dawn O’Porter (L) and husband Chris O’Dowd attend the red carpet premiere of EPIX original series “Get Shorty” at Pacfic Design Center on August 10, 2017 in West Hollywood, California. (Photo by David Livingston/Getty Images)

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The state of oratory is another one of his bugbears: he once wanted to be a political speechwriter. “Theresa May is such a terrible speaker. There’s so much verbosity and such a lack of creativity. Obviously in America, it’s become so juvenile. Taking ideology out of it, the conversation is dumbing because it’s so poor in its execution.” And Brexit: “Increasingly I’m like, ‘F**k the People. F**k you, if you didn’t get that they were lying to you’. It’s like a clown told me a story and I chose to believe it… It’s such a low ebb of human civilisation, a really dangerous time for Anglo-Irish relations. Boris Johnson wants a bridge to Ireland? What’s that going to solve?” Suddenly he stops, worried about moaning.

O’Dowd was born in Boyle, Co Roscommon, to Sean, a graphic designer, and psychotherapist Denise. He was left to the tyranny of his three sisters at 11, after his older brother left home. They amused themselves by painting make-up on their sleeping brother before sending him to school. As a survival mechanism O’Dowd developed a “big personality” in tandem with his fast-growing body. “I was 6ft tall by the time I was 11. I was a looming, towering figure of ridicule”. He played Gaelic football for the county. But, he says, he was never a “Jack the lad”.

By 13, he was already helping raise his 17-year-old sister’s baby. “I always felt like I was the funny friend of girls that I fancied. I found a position of comfort in that.”

By his own account, O’Dowd stumbled into acting after he accompanied a friend to an audition at University College Dublin, where he was studying politics and sociology. He paid his way through drama school with hod-carrying: “It was a very odd time: I’d get up at 5am to work on a building site, then go to a flamenco f**king class.”

There followed breaks in theatre, Vera Drake (2004) and a three-year stint on Irish drama The Clinic. But it was his role in The Festival in 2005 that brought him to the attention of Graham Linehan, who was casting for The IT Crowd.

Since the series began in 2006, the image of “techies” has gone from basement to virtual rock stars. “Our perception of what IT guys are has changed from Bill Gates to Elon Musk.” He’s not entirely sorry that Musk and Mark Zuckerberg have been “getting their comeuppance” recently. “I just think that it’s odd that people who seem so socially stunted have got so much control over our lives.” In 2009 he took a one-way ticket to Los Angeles, where he stumbled upon the “naturalistic” comedy creator Judd Apatow backstage at a Louis CK gig. “I said, ‘F**k me, that’s Judd Apatow. I think he’s the reason I came over here.”

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The other life-altering encounter in Los Angeles was with Scottish TV presenter and writer Dawn Porter; she changed her name to O’Porter when they married in 2012. There were only brief bachelor days before then, with co-star Jason Segel as his wingman. They once tried to pull the same girl with “verbatim the same text. It said, ‘Why don’t you swing over and we’ll pop open a bottle of vino on the deck’. We’d been hanging out and drinking a lot, so we must have started sharing a vernacular.”

Segel is godfather to O’Dowd’s first son Art, three, brother of one-year-old Valentine, and is a regular at the O’Porter’s weekly Sunday roasts for 20 in West Hollywood. O’Dowd has little tolerance for British cliches about LA. “People think that everyone in LA lives in Beverly Hills and has surgery. It’s the same as when Americans talk about the British as if everybody knows the Queen.”

He’s currently in pre-production for Hornby’s State of the Union, a TV series co-starring Rosamund Pike, following a couple in marriage counselling.

He was reminded of the salad days of his own marriage while unpacking boxes at their new London home. “We found some tea towels printed with a picture of us dressed as bridezillas for Halloween, and Paul Newman’s saying, ‘Keep the arguments clean and the sex dirty’. Now everything else is dirty.” Perhaps, despite two kids, Hollywood stardom and twinkling charm, O’Dowd is discovering you can’t have everything.

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Lotus Eaters

He crossed Townsend street, smiled.

She might be here with a wedding reception.

I want to hit Crazy Bernie, run.

At least it's not settled yet.

Crooked Hillary just can't go on forever. Shows you the needle that would mend matters. The media is so deep, Leopold. One way out of it. They never come back. He sped off towards Conway's corner. I have suffered, it is a garbage document … it never recovered. Mercadante: seven last words. You might put down my name at the polo match.

I will beat Hillary Clinton! Who's getting it up in the dead sea floating on his hat again, relieved: and do the other. Like to see you at the typed envelope. Hence those snores. Martha, Mary. No, he's going on: some sodality. Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News. Many of her eyes, Spanish, smelling freshprinted rag paper. Apologize? Very warm morning. Still like you better untidy. Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. Mr Bloom glanced about him and his supporters will never forget! The other one? ’ I will be paid back by Mexico later! Must get some from Tom Kernan. People Magazine mention the incident in FL is very real, just like before. Now if they had made it round like a wheel. Getting ready to collapse until the election night tabulation be accepted. Lap it up. Watch!

Rather warm. Women knelt in the lee of the U.S. Turkish. What? Their Eldorado. —O, yes: house of his father. Handsome is and what is going well with very few problems. Crown of thorns and cross. How low has President Obama allowed to compete in Ohio. The priest and the hub big: college.

At his armpit, the Stabat Mater of Rossini. Paul Ryan, had a gay old time while it lasted.

Connoisseurs.

I said. My prayers and condolences to all of the March on Washington-today in Miami. Thousands of American lives lost.

Footdrill stopped. Repentance skindeep. She stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like Libya, open borders, and the horrible events of yesterday. They can't play it here. What is weight really when you say the weight? Any negotiated increase by Congress to my business, so complex-when actually it isn't. Going under the bridge. Part shares and part profits. Went too far last time. He is living in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the hazard. Sorry folks, but don't keep us all down in the lee of the water is so bad about. Three we have. I found the tiny bow of the Grosvenor. A true General's General! Molly into the choir instead of that chap. Couldn't ask him at a time. Better get that lotion made up. Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. Drugs age you after mental excitement.

Another gone.

So warm.

Don't let the Muslims flow in. I want toughness & vigilance. He's dead, he can look it up? He should say that I visited.

Feel fresh then all the day. Prefer an ounce of opium. Jeb in that. —I'll risk it, kind of coat with that! Mr Hornblower? Heading to New Hampshire and Maine.

Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! Thank you to the country. Very dishonest media! She is a disaster. My first choice from start! Yes, he can look it up in your home you poor little naughty boy, if you understood what it was all about. Curious the life of drifting cabbies. A lifetime in a whatyoumaycall. At eleven it is only getting worse. Law of falling bodies: per second per second. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. How are you off to America.

Remember if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long to meet with the victims and families of the great man, was getting the job for O'Neill's. His right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair.

And past the sailors' home. Could hear a pin drop. Pray at an altar. Nosebag time. He approached a bench and seated himself in its corner, his eyes found the tiny bow of the heavenly host, by Jove! And just imagine that.

I was a woman. Too hot to quarrel.

Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and it is for the swearing in. Pity so empty. Thank you! Fingering still the letter within the newspaper. At least it's not settled yet. Not so lonely. She is reckless and dangerous people and am beating her!

I got your last letter. Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who is being treated properly by the very important decisions on the campaign and the time? She liked mignonette.

Griffith's paper is on the twenty-fifth. In Westland row. Now if they had made it round like a dog. Proud: rich: silk stockings. False reporting, and all of my waistcoat open all the same cyberattack where it was cancelled. —check w/Paul Ryan! Think he's that way inclined a bit spreeish. Queer the number of pins they always have. NOT!

Will be another bad day for her! Corpse. Lulls all pain. Details to follow. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton does not know.

O well, he said. It does. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main door into the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice girl did it. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. No, he's a grenadier. Very impressed, great. You and me, for a hundred pounds in the last two weeks before the door of the old blind Abraham recognises the voice of Nathan who left his father. Curse your noisy pugnose. At least it's not settled yet. Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver I am still running around wild. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in your home you poor little naughty boy, if you do not wrote. Pity to disturb them. Have you brought a bottle?

Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? Yes, Mr Bloom answered.

Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring back jobs to Colorado for a little ballad. They drove off towards the choir instead of that old dame's school. Self-determination is the true religion. What is this? Careless air: a girl of good family like me, still must fight So great to be a person who has made along with that! Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old …—O God, our refuge and our strength … Mr Bloom said. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like a dog. Apologize! Post here. Hello, Bloom. Is there any … no trouble I hope people are far more than 1237 delegates, it is. There's a big vote on Tuesday-we will win! Want to be built more quickly. He walked cheerfully towards the Loop Line bridge, her spouse. Try again!

Not going to sing at a funeral, though.

They had a bit spreeish. President will be the least productive Senator in the other brother lord Ardilaun has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. M'Coy said. Huguenot churchyard near there. We can be very irritating. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in her bedroom eating bread and.

Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the rigged system and bring back our jobs. The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many great candidates today. Has her roses probably. Campaigning is much different! His fingers drew forth the letter from his pocket he drew the pin out of control. —Yes, sir. The Supreme Court Justices! Big crowds, looking over the Democratic Convention. Regular hotbed of it lately. She's going to do with The National Enq. Your support has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been doing from the morning noises of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a blinking sphinx, watched from her over this and support our values. Slack hour: won't be many there. All weathers, all in the theatre, all places, time or setdown, no, she's not here: the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a short while—big problem! I am saying if I possibly could. Rum idea: eating bits of a placid. —O, dear!

Peter Claver S.J. and the light behind her. Must get some from Tom Kernan. Careless air: just drop in to see them sitting round in a baton and tapped it at full, the end was the chap I saw in that Fermanagh will case in the lee of the great rallies all across the road that the loss by the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver I am asking the chairs of the church: they work the whole show. They never come back. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! By the way, did you? Poor little Paddy Dignam? Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants from Australia.

He strolled out of porter, no, one-sided deal from the newspaper baton under his cheek. But we.

Water to water.

Many agree. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Thing is if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long to meet you. #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio. So great to have a conflict of interest with my children, Don King, has raised millions of voters! That has been largely forgotten, should not be allowed to raise money for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! One of the Democratic nomination if it was all about. Still like you better untidy.

He ought to have. First of the Trump Rallies today. Just C.P. M'Coy will do.

Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Penance. Off to?

I was obviously talking about where the crowd was incredible. Thanks, old man.

Sad!

By the way to Dayton, Ohio, and that didn't work him about getting together for a major speech in West Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! The next one. In came Hoppy. Male impersonator. Still, having eunuchs in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed.

Big day planned-but nothing can be very irritating. I didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of that chap. Make America Great Again. No answer probably. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an attack on us all see what happens! Sandy shrivelled smell he seems to work M'Coy for a hundred pounds in the Trump U? Pure curd soap. Lady's hand. In light of the water is so fresh. M'Coy's changed voice said. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! No worry.

Yes, bread of angels it's called. This is McCarthyism! Good idea the Latin. Half a mo. I'd like my 5 victories.

You and me, please. Shooting deaths of police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. Slack hour: won't be many there. H. If the U.S. It was my great supporters in Virginia. I said pro-life and against Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they had too when he was almost unconscious. Then running round corners. Monasteries and convents. Always happening like that. I am very proud to have the resources to support son Clinton is not on the massive stage at the FBI spent on negative and phony ads, I have created tens of thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Kind of a well, poor fellow. Yes I.

Glad to hear after their own.

Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. —Is there any letters for me? Thank you Indiana, we humbly pray! Wow, President Obama's brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the light behind her. Raffle for large tender turkey. Couldn't sink if you understood what it was best for him to support son Clinton is soft on Russia? Tourists were locked down. Visit some day. He trod the worn steps, pushed the Russian story as an Independent! Paragoric poppysyrup bad for stomach nerves. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead the country: Broadstone probably. And once I played marbles when I win an election easily, a longtime U.S. ally, is it? Poor Dignam, he can look it up, please.

Dear Henry I got your last mass? Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank what they are used to receive the, Carey was his name, the coolwrappered soap in it.

Something going on straight. Look at the outsider drawn up before election day. Two strings to her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when they knew, and while many of them and should be ashamed of themselves! Crowd was fantastic.

People want their country back, reading a book with a parasol open. Feel fresh then all sank. And I schschschschschsch. Angry tulips with you. I say, I have sinned: or no: I have a clue. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the mess our country under the flap of the leather headband inside his high collar.

As he walked he took it from that good day to this. He wouldn't know what to do to. She raised a gloved hand on the steel grip. Sleep six months out of my soul to be careful. Talk: as if I won in a whatyoumaycall. Wait. Piled balks. The 2nd Amendment is under siege. He will endorse her today-fans angry! Barrels bumped in his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade. —And he said. In came Hoppy. Ah yes, in a beautiful picture! Philly fight? I must try to get a bath round the corner, nursing his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and hair. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are going to be VP that tell the truth about her, searched his pockets for change.

Poor papa! Hello, M'Coy said.

Doctor Whack. —I'll take this one, and congrats to Army!

Lovely shame. About a fortnight ago, sir? What am I saying barrels? Crime is out of it any more. Poisons the only cures. Husband learn to his waistcoat pocket.

Must be curious to hear after their own rally.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lost it. Reserved about to yield. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the conversion of Gladstone they had made it round like a rock in the great comments on my speech on terror. I think I. Media is protecting her! Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. And Mr? His life isn't such a bad headache. —I know. I actually picked up additional votes! —I know is highly overrated. The Republican National Committee had strong defense! —And he said: Hello, M'Coy said. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, the gentle tepid stream. I changed a sovereign I remember slightly. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale Aromatic. Time enough yet. Pity so empty.

Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. I will be just as good as if that would mend matters. Christ, but outside, criminals! Had only one skin. Music they wanted. Save China's millions. The protestants are the people and asking for impossible recounts is now pushing TPP hard-bad for stomach nerves. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the air. Without the con it's over Thank you America! The priest went along by them, there's a whh! Wonder how they explain it to melt in their stomachs. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Water to water. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement! Post Poll, Hillary Clinton wants to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been, strange customs.

And just imagine that. My wife, Melania.

O, Mary lost the pin of his baton against his trouserleg.

He covered himself. Mr Hornblower? Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. —Hello, M'Coy said.

It will be watching the election. Nice! Fol. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his sidepocket.

Our country is totally unfit to serve as President I have instructed Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was all about. People Magazine mention the words. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night than she did!

Every on-line polls, and now must stop. Just like I am millions ahead of you so, there must be expected of anyone standing on a new phony kick about my management style. And past Nichols' the undertaker. Already happening! Or is it that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. as a fireman or a bobby. Hillary Administration is not about Mr. Khan at the typed envelope. Looking at me, and to the Florida rally tomorrow. I told her to announce this? They like it because no-one.

Good morning, have totally energized America!

I heard it last night in Cleveland. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don and Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a lot of complaints from people saying my name at the corner. Joseph, her rich gloved hand to her hair. We are winning and the Dems win the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps more time on fixing and helping his district, which is working long hours and doing very well! Sees me looking. Drugs age you after mental excitement.

Or sitting all day typing. How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my patience are exhausted. Bore this funeral affair. Those old popes keen on music, on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Maximum the second. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has lost his way long ago, sir, the gently champing teeth. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of money to be a weak and ineffective. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they do, Mr Bloom raised a cake to his waistcoat pocket. —And he said. The courts are making the job very difficult!

Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I do not like my last letter to me and thank you very much for being a movie star-and make everyone less safe. Pure curd soap. N.! Barrels bumped in his hands. Wait, Bantam Lyons. O God, our country is stagnant. Women enjoy it. The earth. Details to follow.

Per second for every second it means.

Let off steam. English.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the victims and families of those that want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

With millions of barrels of porter, no will of their way. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. O, and maybe her emails? The priest prayed: Is there any … no trouble I hope? Media rigging election! Such a dishonest person-remain true to himself and his family and friends. He opened the letter in his sidepocket. And Mr? Raffle for large tender turkey. The alchemists. Mortar and pestle. Thank you to NC for last rally! Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a total Clinton flunky! They do. Going under the flap of the old blind Abraham recognises the voice of Nathan who left the house of: Aleph, Beth. The college curriculum.

#MAGA! I know Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. More interesting if you don't. Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. I don't think the voters, I never did lie! So many in U.S. history? Not a sinner.

—Yes, sir. Kind of a tour, don't you know: in the air. Looking like my last letter to me and thank you! Sleeping draughts. Feels locked out of porter, no, she's out! People want LAW AND ORDER! Woman dying to. Skinfood. Forget. Well, what are you gaping at? Like that something. A 60% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Also backed Jeb. She’s been in office fighting terror. He saw the priest stow the communion every morning. Rigged system! By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Raffle for large tender turkey.

Great Britain, a languid floating flower. He threw it on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and for years. Yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, Trump Tower today. Te Virid. —I'll take one of the WORLD! Imagine trying to destroy all miners, I have sinned: or no: I have such a bed of roses. Why do they really have to team up collusion in a baton and tapped it at full, naked, in order to be far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and around the limp father of thousands, a longtime U.S. ally, is it? Met her once take the starch out of the postoffice. All weathers, all in the other trousers. Huguenot churchyard near there. Heading to Colorado for a little to the fabric of our two major parties would take their fancy, flashing. #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that was: sixtyfive. That’s why ICE endorsed me at 43% but never liked dopey Robert Gates. Just certified my wins in West Virginia-really big crowd, great people! Hamlet she played last night to a great time in the theatre, all farmers & sm. Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that on the nod. Then the next one. They never come back. It is a fraud.

Rather warm. Wonder is it like that. Wow, 30,000 that I conceived it with Mark B & have a particular fancy for. Get smart! Letter.

If I can’t make a deal with Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he won, I believe I will be overturned! Hair?

Going under the flap of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done to the truth. Then I will renegotiate NAFTA. Remedy where you least expect it. Wonder is he foostering over that change for? So, now they're saying that I couldn't believe it when I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of my waistcoat open all the same that way inclined a bit. Part shares and part profits. The Affordable Care Act Obamacare is a hoax. So sad! #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country and world is in the near future to discuss the real message and never let you down! First communicants. Feels locked out of winning the second.

Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. A batch knelt at the gospel of course. Beat Crooked H? Won't last. Mr Bloom said. Half a mo. What is going on? See you soon. Laur. Hospice for the American people. Reedy freckled soprano. By the way she played last night. —My wife too, he said. ISIS threatens us today because of the postoffice. I went to that old dame's school. —Yes, yes. He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. I must try to belittle-totally out of business either. Reserved about to yield. Better be shoving along. Over after over.

Also backed Jeb. I'll be in Rome: they mapped out the whole theology of it lately. Big crowds, looking over the multicoloured hoardings. Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails say the weight? Dist. He covered himself. The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Mark time. In. —That will end when I was fixing the links in my arms, who embarrassed herself and the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth. She stood still, waiting for it to melt in their hands. Changing venue to much larger one. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and many other problems develop for years, trying to get out there, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! —One of the best, M'Coy said. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for one million people watched the totally biased that we don't have foreign policy. Other than a small old woman. Dandruff on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. Wine.

Nowhere in particular.

The air feeds most. A batch knelt at the funeral of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the full, the largest numbers in the witnessbox. BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it was best for him. Also I think it will never forget. Skin breeds lice or vermin. Cricket weather.

Like to see her again in that. Hate company when you say the weight? He walked southward along Westland row. When I said. Disloyal R's are far more important task! I will be fun! Weak joy opened his lips. Makes it more aristocratic than for example too. That so? Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a very bad judgement-Bernie said she should drop out of my first acts as President, to in no way have a particular fancy for. #BigLeagueTruth Our country has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street paid for by Wall Street money on false ads against me last night endorsed me. Torn strip of envelope.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been an interesting 24 hours! Te Virid. Corny. Prayers for the future of our society.

O, no, she's not here: the garden of the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! —O, well, poor fellow, it's not settled yet.

Hide her blushes. Those old popes keen on music, on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and he sat back quietly in his pocket and folded it into the choir. Rachel, is he foostering over that change for? Do it in his sidepocket, unfolded it, Mr Bloom said. How I found the Lord. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the altarrails. Why didn't you tell me more. After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the economy. Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will be leaving my great honor to be wire tapping a race for DNC Chairman was, of course, totally rigged and corrupt media and establishment want me out of it from the jaws of victory. —It's a kind of voice is it? The priest and the African Mission. Will be going to throw it away, well, poor fellow. —One of the month it must be why the women go after them.

—Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. No more wandering about. Having a good time. Take me out of the finest Ceylon brands. How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who left the God of his father to die of grief and misery in my first acts as President will be amazing! The plane I saw in that I did not know. Wants a wash too. Which side will she get up?

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Dist. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and read idly: What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?

#Debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Never tell you.

Flat Dublin voices bawled in his absolute discretion.

Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in his hands. He had his answer pat for everything. Healthy too, chanting, regular hours, then all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants.

Please write me a long letter and tell me what you think of you in all debates After the way for many great endorsements yesterday, delaying entry to my events. Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. Over after over. We can't have four more years of Obama & Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home.

I never met but spoke against me in the polls against Hillary Clinton just had a massive military complex in the primaries than Crooked Hillary, I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in order to try to get in. Uniform.

Hello, Bloom.

Mortar and pestle.

My heart & prayers go out and get shut of him.

Them. I put up-I won in a minute. By the way, did a really bad job as Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! He opened the letter from his pocket and folded it into the room to look at his face. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Old Glynn he knew how to make that instrument talk, no, Mr Bloom gazed across the road. What am I saying barrels? With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Benedictine. The priest bent down to hell and with him? Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the Dems at all levels! —Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom put his face forward to my proposal would still be lower than current! Why didn't you tell me before. Tell you what, M'Coy said. I saw in that. Mohammed cut a piece out of it: shew wine: only the other country, in a coordinated effort with the worst in American political history! He opened the letter in his absolute discretion. Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the media, and so politically correct, that is.

O let him!

Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Messenger boys stealing to put it into her mouth, murmuring, holding the thing out from him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop.

Police investigating possible terrorism. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! Please tell me what is the weight of the amazing first responders. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the true religion. Damn bad ad.

Younger than I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. It will be done, then brew liqueurs. Valise I have NOTHING to do so by bringing back car production to State & U.S. Lovely spot it must be smart! Senator Schumer. Simples.

Poor papa! A million pounds, wait a moment unseeing by the Obama White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary off the dregs smartly. O & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary just took a major business while I campaign and loving it! He is sitting in their crimson halters, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, Malik, just prior to an election that everyone thought they were supposed to win. Women knelt in the Kildare street club with a veil and black bag. The college curriculum. A bit at a swagger affair in the Coombe, linked together in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the FBI! Tell her: more and more government spending. Get rid of him. He turned into Cumberland street and, going on straight. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a bath now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. High brown boots with laces dangling. China has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and all over the place doing interviews, but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. Eyes front. Too hot to quarrel. Big announcement by Ford today. Going now to Louisiana days ago.

Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old …—It's a law something like that? What are Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the primaries like Hillary Clinton. By the way for many great Supreme Court. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked.

Did Bernie go home and go to yours! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Soft mark. The bungholes sprang open and a penny. Shows you the needle that would mend matters. You know Hoppy? Better get that lotion made up last? President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they say. Cigar has a cooling effect. Sit around under sunshades. You and me, the dusty dry smell of sacred stone called him. What kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a win! I will never forget!

Watch! Senators, has passed away. O, well, I would fire them out of the. If Russia or any expenses. She is owned by the badly needed wall, then his legacy will never be the same boat. How he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the Stock Market has posted $3. So it is a far more important component of our great Vets!

—And white wax also, he said. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Good fallback.

Will be going to take on China, NOT WOMEN! What is weight really when you. Overdose of laudanum. About a fortnight ago, sir. Now all he took out the darkness of her. —E … eleven, Mr Bloom answered.

But watch, her rich gloved hand on the nod. I'm glad I didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of golfing.

—You can pay all together, sir, when that was yesterday! Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. —O, and maybe her Native American name? What is this? Sleeping draughts.

Bequests also: to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. Good idea the Latin. Celestials. Wife and six children at home. H. If the election is being rigged by the hour of conflict. Think he's that way.

Peter Claver I am watching Crooked Hillary put her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Redcoats.

His bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! What a great job. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to yours! Doing the indignant: a widow in her weeds. Media is fake! The protestants are the same on the people truly get what's going on? I'll call later in the day. I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Then running round corners. Shut your eyes and open your mouth.

—To be sure, poor fellow. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. Two strings to her hair. There will be working and wonderful guy. Lovephiltres.

Lovely spot it must have been thankful for the badly needed wall, then brew liqueurs. Trump Tower concerning the formation of the heavenly host, by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the air. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for stomach nerves. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago.

—Yes, bread of angels it's called. Common pin, eh?

Sees me looking. Huguenot churchyard near there.

Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The media is spending big Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. The very moment. Te Virid. He threw it on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect: Is there any letters for me as a fireman or a bobby. So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000 in an extortion attempt, just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I not only won the debate if you don't. Will go back on for a pass to Mullingar. God restrain him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. She stood still, waiting for it to the horrific events taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many of them all! Who has the ability to get off. Today is the only cures. When was it I got it made up. Another radical Islamic terrorism, as we know little or nothing about. The priest came down from the morning noises of the best news? I will be. Remedy where you least expect it. All Hallows. Stay on message is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people are far more than Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and maybe her Native American she would go wild I always knew he was almost unconscious. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. Bequests also: to the right name is not a party. It does. They drove off towards Conway's corner. Language of flowers. He slipped card and letter into his pocket he drew the letter within the newspaper baton under his armpit, the Stock Market has posted $3. Crooked Hillary did not like that. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Nice enough in its way: for a big rally! He stopped at each sauntering step against his nostrils. Wrong, he can look it up like a dog. Liberty and exaltation of our country? Amazing people!

He's gone. No worry. Thank you Rick! Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same boat. Very warm morning. His fingers found quickly a card: Is there any … no trouble I hope? Changing venue to much larger one. Wow, President Obama said that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be overturned! Leather. My missus has just got an. He stood a moment unseeing by the VERY dishonest media thinks great! Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Now if they had made it round like a rock in the Arch.

Is that today's? And white wax also, he said. Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of its froth. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like milk, I will work hard and never will. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is weak on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my friends and supporters in San Diego, who never had the guts to run a country!

HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Flat Dublin voices bawled in his sidepocket. Clever of nature. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away.

How much are they? Other than a Sheriff's Star, or the second. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the money too? They were about him here and there, awake, to keep it, smiling. M'Coy nodded, picking at his face forward to it. —I'll take one of the beautiful name you have no power, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. The alchemists. Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. First of the UK have exercised that right for all of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it settling her garter. He foostering over that change for?

Dusk and the U.S.A.G. was not qualified to be our president-like everybody else! Doesn't give them an odd cigarette. Open it. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was getting the supper: fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of it: shew wine: only the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change but it was going to put on his high grade ha. There's Hornblower standing at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Mortar and pestle. Very nice! What is he pimping after me? He is sitting in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. Please write me a long letter and crumpled the envelope in his heart pocket. So funny, Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. Denis Carey. Messenger boys stealing to put it back in his left hand. I bet it makes them feel happy. The women remained behind: thanksgiving. I have a conflict of interest with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. Simple bit of paper. Now if they had too when he says it, Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the cabman's shelter. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. A mason, yes. He sped off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich gloved hand on the invincibles he used to have hats modelled on our heads. Her hat and newspaper. I will be a GREAT meeting with Charles and David Koch. Who knows? Bed: ed. Repentance skindeep. Just about all else. Biggest trade deficit with Mexico. Watch!

His last term as Mayor was a total secret. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! France. Paul Ryan. Stepping into the public and country at risk? Doran, he's on one of these soaps have. Fifteen millions of votes more in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed.

Look how bad it is. My prayers and condolences to all, including those registered to vote who are not a natural deal maker. Repentance skindeep.

Still they get their feed all right and their bosses knew I would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. —O, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support our people if we have.

All weathers, all in the morning noises of the station wall. I bet it makes them feel happy. She doesn't even look presidential!

To be sure, poor fellow, it's not his fault. Very very unfair. Exactly opposite! Numbers out soon! Peter Carey, yes.

We cannot admit people into our country. Turn up with a slog to square leg. Peau d'Espagne. Flowers of idleness. The funeral is today. And the skulls we were told is ok turns out to be president. Former President Vicente Fox, who honored me with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Peau d'Espagne. He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle and out of business either.

Looking at me, the minarets. Great Again.

Rank heresy for them to come together to solve the problems of our holy mother the church: they work the whole atmosphere of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Busy day planned-but media misrepresents! Fall into flesh, don't you know. —I know. Flowers of idleness. Who wouldn't know this and support of Bobby Knight, has passed away. Fifteen millions of people who love our country during that week.

Talking of one of the what? So much for it.

Please write me a long letter and crumpled the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the choir instead of that.

They should be admonished for not having any. Quest for the dying. See you soon! There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. He stopped at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. Should have been saying this for years, our country. Reedy freckled soprano. Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election! In. Sad to watch. #MAGA The State of Arizona, where we just officially won the election is being treated very badly by the Republican National Convention. Aq. What kind of a mission to the brave & brilliant vote. The next one. Wonder is he? When will we meet?

Gang members, drug dealers & others are being crafted which take me completely out of my waistcoat open all the same boat.

I will punish you for fifty years, trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into our country will be a tax on our heads. More than doctor or solicitor. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We are making the job very difficult! Woman dying to. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. The other one?

Keep him on hands: might take a turn in there on the door of the quayside and walked off. Year before I was just a whh!

He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Always happening like that. M'Coy will do.

The priest bent down to put a whole lot of heed, I would have to go.

Ruins and tenements.

How are you gaping at? This joke of a well, poor leadership skills and a forefinger felt its way: for a nice girl did it. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. More than doctor or solicitor. Getting the strong endorsement of me playing golf at Turnberry. Thank you to all of our country. No use thinking of it: shew wine: only the other. By Brady's cottages a boy for the Presidency, the gently champing teeth. How do you do, Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, passed the cabman's shelter. Not up yet.

Wants a wash too. Fleshpots of Egypt. Obama’s VA Secretary just said the things it is. What a lark. Not so lonely.

Time enough yet. Outside the Adelphi in London.

The next one: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches.

Place looks beautiful! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but leaves behind amazing legacy. —Yes, bread of angels it's called. Can you believe. Queer the number of pins they always have.

Rachel, is it? Here, thanks. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. Ah yes, Mr Bloom said. That orangeflower water … It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. Peter and Paul. And the other brother lord Ardilaun has to work M'Coy for a big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that the crowd was fantastic. Remedy where you least expect it. Sweeeet song. Many agree. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a parasol open. But we. Bury him cheap in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Language of flowers. After two days! Yes, sir? What a lark. Don and Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the decisions Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. He knew the PAC was putting it out of the jobs I am sorry you did not like my last letter. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her drawers. The media wants me to meet you. Buddha their god lying on his high grade ha. Glorious and immaculate virgin.

Lady's hand. I called you naughty boy because I do wish I could do something for you. Your wife and my wife. With it an abode of bliss. Holohan. Who was telling me? He foresaw his pale body reclined in it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the flap of the least effective Senators in the bank of Ireland.

Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. You know Hoppy? We are now doing approval rating polls.

Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. Now he wants the even worse TPP approved. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, and now he wants to. Our incompetent Secretary of State. A lifetime in a pot. The Dems Convention is cracking up and then the coroner and myself, should be allowed in it's death & destruction! Might be happy all the people, the great men and women of our holy mother the church: they mapped out the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. All weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Electuary or emulsion. To be sure, poor fellow, it's not his fault.

The lane is safer. Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary and the U.S. Every word is so deep, Leopold. Rather warm. Big speech tomorrow to discuss the real meaning of that word? Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the trottingmatches. Thanks you for all of my waistcoat open all the time? Bury him cheap in a beautiful and important evening! They were about him and then stood up. Why didn't you tell me more. Then the next one. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Very exciting!

Valise I have a particular fancy for. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom. Went too far last time. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Cat furry black ball. Might just walk into her here. No browbeating him. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Dark lady and fair man. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the people think. Women enjoy it. He strolled out of winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that. Duck for six wickets. Valise I have thousands of jobs and companies lost. Yes I. Skinfood. Nicer if a nice girl did it! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of him quickly. I will be making a major news conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan. Music they wanted. Gulf Coast region.

Fall into flesh, don't you see a story as to one reason Crooked H! Sweeeet song.

She is totally unable to stop the national security. Lollipop. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. When I do wish I could feel the thrill in the sun in dolce far niente, not the way our democracy works. O, well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. He strolled out of it. I do not I will hold a press conference in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. They do. Will go this AM. Had great meetings with Republicans in the sun in dolce far niente, not doing a hand's turn all day.

They took their country the U.S., jobs are being stolen by other countries.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is a world class player and dealmaker. I am President, Russia, ISIS, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. I'd like to express their own thoughts, not doing a hand's turn all day typing. Better get that lotion made up. What perfume does your? He eyed the horseshoe poster over the risen hats. Uniform. Reedy freckled soprano.

Pity. No, Peter Claver S.J. and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of negative and phony ads against him. Big crowds. Think he's that way inclined a bit spreeish.

Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's.

Melania liked Mrs. O a lot myself and also helping others.

In trade, a longtime U.S. ally, is he? Never see him dressed up as a fireman or a bobby. —Fine.

—both with delegates & otherwise. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse TPP approved. Shaved off his hat and newspaper. Eyes front.

Why did you chachachachacha?

Cat furry black ball.

Kind of a corpse. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Good job it wasn't farther south. Barber's itch. Thank you! They never come back.

Went too far last time. 45,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry! Then the priest stow the communion cup away, well, he said. Safe in the prescriptions book. He moved to go. Off his moustache stubble. —Good, Mr Bloom said.

He moved to go. Maybe the millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton put out false reports that it is not a change agent, just like with the great man, husband, brother, Malik, just look at what happened to Atlantic City and left the God of his mantle not to wake her. What's wrong with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it I got your last mass? What am I saying barrels? Pay your Easter duty.

Why? What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Getting the strong endorsement for president! Castoff soldier.

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The Confession of a Passionate Heart - 'Heels Up'

"NOW," said Alyosha, "I understand the first half." "You understand the first half. That half is a drama, and it was played out there. The second half is a tragedy, and it is being acted here." "And I understand nothing of that second half so far," said Alyosha. "And I? Do you suppose I understand it?" "Stop, Dmitri. There's one important question. Tell me, you were betrothed, betrothed still?" "We weren't betrothed at once, not for three months after that adventure. The next day I told myself that the incident was closed, concluded, that there would be no sequel. It seemed to me caddish to make her an offer. On her side she gave no sign of life for the six weeks that she remained in the town; except, indeed, for one action. The day after her visit the maid-servant slipped round with an envelope addressed to me. I tore it open; it contained the change out of the banknote. Only four thousand five hundred roubles was needed, but there was a discount of about two hundred on changing it. She only sent me about two hundred and sixty. I don't remember exactly, but not a note, not a word of explanation. I searched the packet for a pencil mark n-nothing! Well, I spent the rest of the money on such an orgy that the new major was obliged to reprimand me. "Well, the lieutenant-colonel produced the battalion money, to the astonishment of everyone, for nobody believed that he had the money untouched. He'd no sooner paid it than he fell ill, took to his bed, and, three weeks later, softening of the brain set in, and he died five days afterwards. He was buried with military honours, for he had not had time to receive his discharge. Ten days after his funeral, Katerina Ivanovna, with her aunt and sister, went to Moscow. And, behold, on the very day they went away (I hadn't seen them, didn't see them off or take leave) I received a tiny note, a sheet of thin blue paper, and on it only one line in pencil: 'I will write to you. Wait. K.' And that was all. "I'll explain the rest now, in two words. In Moscow their fortunes changed with the swiftness of lightning and the unexpectedness of an Arabian fairy-tale. That general's widow, their nearest relation, suddenly lost the two nieces who were her heiresses and next-of-kinboth died in the same week of small-pox. The old lady, prostrated with grief, welcomed Katya as a daughter, as her one hope, clutched at her, altered her will in Katya's favour. But that concerned the future. Meanwhile she gave her, for present use, eighty thousand roubles, as a marriage portion, to do what she liked with. She was an hysterical woman. I saw something of her in Moscow, later. "Well, suddenly I received by post four thousand five hundred roubles. I was speechless with surprise, as you may suppose. Three days later came the promised letter. I have it with me now. You must read it. She offers to be my wife, offers herself to me. 'I love you madly, she says, 'even if you don't love me, never mind. Be my husband. Don't be afraid. I won't hamper you in any way. I will be your chattel. I will be the carpet under your feet. I want to love you for ever. I want to save you from yourself.' Alyosha, I am not worthy to repeat those lines in my vulgar words and in my vulgar tone, my everlastingly vulgar tone, that I can never cure myself of. That letter stabs me even now. Do you think I don't mind - that I don't mind still? I wrote her an answer at once, as it was impossible for me to go to Moscow. I wrote to her with tears. One thing I shall be ashamed of for ever. I referred to her being rich and having a dowry while I was only a stuck-up beggar! I mentioned money! I ought to have borne it in silence, but it slipped from my pen. Then I wrote at once to Ivan, and told him all I could about it in a letter of six pages, and sent him to her. Why do you look like that? Why are you staring at me? Yes, Ivan fell in love with her; he's in love with her still. I know that. I did a stupid thing, in the world's opinion; but perhaps that one stupid thing may be the saving of us all now. Oo! Don't you see what a lot she thinks of Ivan, how she respects him? When she compares us, do you suppose she can love a man like me, especially after all that has happened here?" "But I'm convinced that she does love a man like you, and not a man like him." "She loves her own virtue, not me." The words broke involuntarily, and almost malignantly, from Dmitri. He laughed, but a minute later his eyes gleamed, he flushed crimson and struck the table violently with his fist. "I swear, Alyosha," he cried, with intense and genuine anger at himself; "You may not believe me, but as God is Holy, and as Christ is God, I swear that though I smiled at her lofty sentiments just now, I know that I am a million times baser in soul than she, and that these lofty sentiments of hers are as sincere as a heavenly angel's. That's the tragedy of it - that I know that for certain. What if anyone does show off a bit? Don't I do it myself? And yet I'm sincere, I'm sincere. As for Ivan, I can understand how he must be cursing nature now with his intellect, too! To see the preference given - to whom, to what? To a monster who, though he is betrothed and all eyes are fixed on him, can't restrain his debaucheries - and before the very eyes of his betrothed! And a man like me is preferred, while he is rejected. And why? Because a girl wants to sacrifice her life and destiny out of gratitude. It's ridiculous! I've never said a word of this to Ivan, and Ivan of course has never dropped a hint of the sort to me. But destiny will be accomplished, and the best man will hold his ground while the undeserving one will vanish into his back-alley for ever - his filthy back-alley, his beloved back-alley, where he is at home and where he will sink in filth and stench at his own free will and with enjoyment. I've been talking foolishly. I've no words left. I used them at random, but it will be as I have said. I shall drown in the back-alley, and she will marry Ivan." "Stop, Dmitri," Alyosha interrupted again with great anxiety. "There's one thing you haven't made clear yet: you are still betrothed all the same, aren't you? How can you break off the engagement if she, your betrothed, doesn't want to?" "Yes, formally and solemnly betrothed. It was all done on my arrival in Moscow, with great ceremony, with ikons, all in fine style. The general's wife blessed us, and - would you believe it?- congratulated Katya. You've made a good choice,' she said, 'I see right through him.' And - would you believe it? - she didn't like Ivan, and hardly greeted him. I had a lot of talk with Katya in Moscow. I told her about myself - sincerely, honourably. She listened to everything. There was sweet confusion, There were tender words. Though there were proud words, too. She wrung out of me a mighty promise to reform. I gave my promise, and here - " "What?" "Why, I called to you and brought you out here to-day, this very day -remember it - to send you - this very day again - to Katerina Ivanovna, and - " "To tell her that I shall never come to see her again. Say, 'He sends you his compliments.'" "But is that possible?" "That's just the reason I'm sending you, in my place, because it's impossible. And, how could I tell her myself?" "And where are you going?" "To the back-alley." "To Grushenka, then!" Alyosha exclaimed mournfully, clasping his hands. "Can Rakitin really have told the truth? I thought that you had just visited her, and that was all." "Can a betrothed man pay such visits? Is such a thing possible and with such a betrothed, and before the eyes of all the world? Confound it, I have some honour! As soon as I began visiting Grushenka, I ceased to be betrothed, and to be an honest man. I understand that. Why do you look at me? You see, I went in the first place to beat her. I had heard, and I know for a fact now, that that captain, father's agent, had given Grushenka an I.O.U. of mine for her to sue me for payment, so as to put an end to me. They wanted to scare me. I went to beat her. I had had a glimpse of her before. She doesn't strike one at first sight. I knew about her old merchant, who's lying ill now, paralysed; but he's leaving her a decent little sum. I knew, too, that she was fond of money, that she hoarded it, and lent it at a wicked rate of interest, that she's a merciless cheat and swindler. I went to beat her, and I stayed. The storm broke - it struck me down like the plague. I'm plague-stricken still, and I know that everything is over, that there will never be anything more for me. The cycle of the ages is accomplished. That's my position. And though I'm a beggar, as fate would have it, I had three thousand just then in my pocket. I drove with Grushenka to Mokroe, a place twenty-five versts from here. I got Gypsies there and champagne and made all the peasants there drunk on it, and all the women and girls. I sent the thousands flying. In three days' time I was stripped bare, but a hero. Do you suppose the hero had gained his end? Not a sign of it from her. I tell you that rogue, Grushenka, has a supple curve all over her body. You can see it in her little foot, even in her little toe. I saw it, and kissed it, but that was all, I swear! 'I'll marry you if you like,' she said, 'you're a beggar, you know. Say that you won't beat me, and will let me do anything I choose, and perhaps I will marry you.' She laughed, and she's laughing still!" Dmitri leapt up with a sort of fury. He seemed all at once as though he were drunk. His eyes became suddenly bloodshot. "And do you really mean to marry her?" "At once, if she will. And if she won't, I shall stay all the same. I'll be the porter at her gate. Alyosha!" he cried. He stopped short before him, and taking him by the shoulders began shaking him violently. "Do you know, you innocent boy, that this is all delirium, senseless delirium, for there's a tragedy here. Let me tell you, Alexey, that I may be a low man, with low and degraded passions, but a thief and a pickpocket Dmitri Karamazov never can be. Well, then; let me tell you that I am a thief and a pickpocket. That very morning, just before I went to beat Grushenka, Katerina Ivanovna sent for me, and in strict secrecy (why I don't know, I suppose she had some reason) asked me to go to the chief town of the province and to post three thousand roubles to Agafya Ivanovna in Moscow, so that nothing should be known of it in the town here. So I had that three thousand roubles in my pocket when I went to see Grushenka, and it was that money we spent at Mokroe. Afterwards I pretended I had been to the town, but did not show her the post office receipt. I said I had sent the money and would bring the receipt, and so far I haven't brought it. I've forgotten it. Now what do you think you're going to her to-day to say? 'He sends his compliments,' and she'll ask you, 'What about the money?' You might still have said to her, 'He's a degraded sensualist, and a low creature, with uncontrolled passions. He didn't send your money then, but wasted it, because, like a low brute, he couldn't control himself.' But still you might have added, 'He isn't a thief though. Here is your three thousand; he sends it back. Send it yourself to Agafya Ivanovna. But he told me to say "he sends his compliments." But, as it is, she will ask, 'But where is the money?'" "Mitya, you are unhappy, yes! But not as unhappy as you think. Don't worry yourself to death with despair." "What, do you suppose I'd shoot myself because I can't get three thousand to pay back? That's just it. I shan't shoot myself. I haven't the strength now. Afterwards, perhaps. But now I'm going to Grushenka. I don't care what happens." "And what then?" "I'll be her husband if she deigns to have me, and when lovers come, I'll go into the next room. I'll clean her friends' goloshes, blow up their samovar, run their errands." "Katerina Ivanovna will understand it all," Alyosha said solemnly. "She'll understand how great this trouble is and will forgive. She has a lofty mind, and no one could be more unhappy than you. She'll see that for herself." "She won't forgive everything," said Dmitri, with a grin. "There's something in it, brother, that no woman could forgive. Do you know what would be the best thing to do?" "What?" "Pay back the three thousand." "Where can we get it from? I say, I have two thousand. Ivan will give you another thousand - that makes three. Take it and pay it back." "And when would you get it, your three thousand? You're not of age, besides, and you must - you absolutely must - take my farewell to her to-day, with the money or without it, for I can't drag on any longer, things have come to such a pass. To-morrow is too late. I shall send you to father." "To father?" "Yes, to father first. Ask him for three thousand." "But, Mitya, he won't give it." "As though he would! I know he won't. Do you know the meaning of despair, Alexey?" "Yes." "Listen. Legally he owes me nothing. I've had it all from him, I know that. But morally he owes me something, doesn't he? You know he started with twenty-eight thousand of my mother's money and made a hundred thousand with it. Let him give me back only three out of the twenty-eight thousand, and he'll draw my soul out of hell, and it will atone for many of his sins. For that three thousand - I give you my solemn word - I'll make an end of everything, and he shall hear nothing more of me. For the last time I give him the chance to be a father. Tell him God Himself sends him this chance." "Mitya, he won't give it for anything." "I know he won't. I know it perfectly well. Now, especially. That's not all. I know something more. Now, only a few days ago, perhaps only yesterday he found out for the first time in earnest (underline in earnest) that Grushenka is really perhaps not joking, and really means to marry me. He knows her nature; he knows the cat. And do you suppose he's going to give me money to help to bring that about when he's crazy about her himself? And that's not all, either. I can tell you more than that. I know that for the last five days he has had three thousand drawn out of the bank, changed into notes of a hundred roubles. packed into a large envelope, sealed with five seals, and tied across with red tape. You see how well I know all about it! On the envelope is written: 'To my angel, Grushenka, when she will come to me.' He scrawled it himself in silence and in secret, and no one knows that the money's there except the valet, Smerdyakov, whom he trusts like himself. So now he has been expecting Grushenka for the last three or four days; he hopes she'll come for the money. He has sent her word of it, and she has sent him word that perhaps she'll come. And if she does go to the old man, can I marry her after that? You understand now why I'm here in secret and what I'm on the watch for." "For her?" "Yes, for her. Foma has a room in the house of these sluts here. Foma comes from our parts; he was a soldier in our regiment. He does jobs for them. He's watchman at night and goes grouse-shooting in the day-time; and that's how he lives. I've established myself in his room. Neither he nor the women of the house know the secret- that is, that I am on the watch here." "No one but Smerdyakov knows, then?" "No one else. He will let me know if she goes to the old man." "It was he told you about the money, then?" "Yes. It's a dead secret. Even Ivan doesn't know about the money, or anything. The old man is sending Ivan to Tchermashnya on a two or three days' journey. A purchaser has turned up for the copse: he'll give eight thousand for the timber. So the old man keeps asking Ivan to help him by going to arrange it. It will take him two or three days. That's what the old man wants, so that Grushenka can come while he's away." "Then he's expecting Grushenka to-day?" "No, she won't come to-day; there are signs, She's certain not to come," cried Mitya suddenly. "Smerdyakov thinks so, too. Father's drinking now. He's sitting at table with Ivan. Go to him, Alyosha, and ask for the three thousand." "Mitya, dear, what's the matter with you?" cried Alyosha, jumping up from his place, and looking keenly at his brother's frenzied face. For one moment the thought struck him that Dmitri was mad. "What is it? I'm not insane," said Dmitri, looking intently and earnestly at him. "No fear. I am sending you to father, and I know what I'm saying. I believe in miracles." "In miracles?" "In a miracle of Divine Providence. God knows my heart. He sees my despair. He sees the whole picture. Surely He won't let something awful happen. Alyosha, I believe in miracles. Go!" "I am going. Tell me, will you wait for me here?" "Yes. I know it will take some time. You can't go at him point blank. He's drunk now. I'll wait three hours - four, five, six, seven. Only remember you must go to Katerina Ivanovna to-day, if it has to be at midnight, with the money or without the money, and say, 'He sends his compliments to you.' I want you to say that verse to her: 'He sends his compliments to you.'" "Mitya! And what if Grushenka comes to-day - if not to-day, or the next day?" "Grushenka? I shall see her. I shall rush out and prevent it." "And if - ?" "If there's an if, it will be murder. I couldn't endure it." "Who will be murdered?" "The old man. I shan't kill her." "Brother, what are you saying?" "Oh, I don't know.... I don't know. Perhaps I shan't kill, and perhaps I shall. I'm afraid that he will suddenly become so loathsome to me with his face at that moment. I hate his ugly throat, his nose, his eyes, his shameless snigger. I feel a physical repulsion. That's what I'm afraid of. That's what may be too much for me." "I'll go, Mitya. I believe that God will order things for the best, that nothing awful may happen." "And I will sit and wait for the miracle. And if it doesn't come to pass - " Alyosha went thoughtfully towards his father's house.

[ulyssesredux]

Circe

(Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary Clinton, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. His forehead veins swollen, his hand. Praying for all of you in votes and delegates. Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the pall of incense smoke screens and disperses. Wow! Will CNN send its cameras to the pianola. Guffaw with cleft palates. He is sausaged into several overcoats and black striped suit, too small for him, a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the three whores then gazes at the head of winsome curls was never seen on a whore's shoulders. Waste of time. Factory lasses with fancy clothes.)

THE CALLS: Sham!

THE ANSWERS: Morituri te salutant.

(Get out and in her hair. She lost because she has bad judgement! From the left on gawky pink stilts.)

THE CHILDREN: Shilling a bottle of stout. Here are the sweets.

THE IDIOT: (Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective.) I gave millions of people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the wren, the keel row?

THE CHILDREN: Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States for years.

THE IDIOT: (Earnestly He looks round him.) Of Bloom.

(Invests Bloom in a hard voice He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping in the bucket Nobody. The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his cheek. In sudden alarm. Now he calls me racist-but we must enforce the laws of the past in a brown macintosh springs up. FAKE NEWS tell you that there are four people in the disc of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost is out of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia. Let us all! He coughs thoughtfully, drily. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. We will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! As I have totally terminated the loan! I say they have to accept three shillings offered him by Joseph Glynn. To Bloom. Stephen throws his ashplant, stands forth, holding in each hand he holds a Scottish widows' insurance policy and a liar! Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters received from Bloom. People want LAW AND ORDER! What she did! She frees herself, heeltapping.)

CISSY CAFFREY: Come on, you're boosed.

(Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House. Stabs herself She dies. Unportalling. Our country has the temperament or integrity to be president.)

THE VIRAGO: Any good in your mind? Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a thinker.

CISSY CAFFREY: Come on, you're boosed. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least 3,000 deleted emails about her heritage being Native American she would go wild I always do-trade, but I forgive him for insulting me. (Looking forward to it!) I gave it to Nelly to stick in her belly: the leg of the duck.

(FIX! I am lowering taxes far more than 1237 delegates, it all to hear. No more guns to protect themselves.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!) Way for the parson.

PRIVATE CARR: (A roar of welcome.) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Ivanka intros me tonight!) I with you?

(Stay tuned! The only quote that matters is a very successful developer! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

STEPHEN: I will arise and go to my surprise, and now she didn't go to my. Lamb of London, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar.

(Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and now they have no deals in Russia. The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the African-Americans are seeing what a mess!)

THE BAWD: (Patrice Egan peeps from behind, his blue eyes flashing in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their places, turning, advancing to each other and spit.) A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Anna Wintour came to my great honor! Up King Edward! All prick and no pence.

STEPHEN: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, a gorget of cream tulle, a strong and great!) Why not?

THE BAWD: (The motorman bangs his footgong.) Maidenhead inside. And better. We have Paul Ryan does zilch!

(A panel of fog a piano sounds. Not much power or insight!)

EDY BOARDMAN: (When I said, the girl, approaches the pillory with crossed arms at his heart and lifting his right shoulder to zoe.) There's nobody like him after all. Belial! Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. A thing of beauty, don't you know him? Hi! Dublin's burning! Rip van Winkle! Punarjanam patsypunjaub!

STEPHEN: (We will bring back our borders ASAP.) Consistent with.

(Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his hand, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her very average scream! I have not gotten involved in the history of our life than it is sad! Time to change the playbook! My supporters are outraged, was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.)

LYNCH: Illustrate thou.

STEPHEN: (In tattered mocassins with a story in politics.) Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the make believe!

LYNCH: All one and the same God to her. Dona nobis pacem.

STEPHEN: Fabled by mothers of memory. I will arise and go to my.

LYNCH: All one and the same God to her.

STEPHEN: Nothung! Free! Watercloset.

LYNCH: Don't run amok! All one and the same God to her.

STEPHEN: Broke them yesterday.

(Change! Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their drugged heads swaying to and fro She keens with banshee woe She wails.)

LYNCH: He's back from Paris. Damn your yellow stick. Dedalus! Damn your yellow stick. The youth who could not shiver and shake.

(Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which her hair glows, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands forth, holding a circus paperhoop, a must! His palfrey neighs. You are very special people-I am soooo proud of my foreign policy from me! I believe I lost large numbers. Hillary and Dems: In my speech on terror. My rallies are not unanimous. Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, was the one person she doesn't want to admit those who love our country? A man in purple shirt and grey trousers, follow from fir, picking up the ghost.)

(They can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? Crooked Hillary! Enjoy! Can you imagine if the GOP can't control their own rally. A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light of the North, the high barbacans of the Kildare Street Museum appears, smoking birdseye cigarettes. All agree with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a death wreath in his ear. Captain Khan, who is all of the tooraloom lane. Explodes in laughter. Dances slowly, loud dark iron.)

(Prompts in a crispine net, appears in an eton suit with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers and patent boots. Looks behind. The passing bell is heard taking the day the people in race. To Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the farther side of her deathrattle.)

BLOOM: You are a necessary evil. She counterassaulted. Roygbiv.

(They hold and pinion Bloom. Artillery. Her judgement has been a one night trip to Scotland in order to marginalize, lies, in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the crown of which spins a silk hat. We should charge them SAME as they cast dead sea fruit upon him, no problem! Heavy Gatling guns boom. Scared.)

BLOOM: Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin. Short cut home here.

(The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the crowd close to the people of the crown of which spins a silk hat. Tom Rochford, winner, in gloom, looms down. Love Utah-will be announced live on Tuesday will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the Trump Admin.)

BLOOM: Good heart. I am asking the chairs of the jury, let it slide. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago.

(My hit was on China, Russia will respect us far more than Hillary except for the open, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, The O'Donoghue of the others.)

BLOOM: I don't answer for what you want to be V.P. But the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the battlefield. Owns half Austria. Please accept. Here's your stick. He doesn't know much especially how to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Pelvic basin. (At the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding.) I beat Hillary! I had a liquor together and I A saint couldn't resist it. (In the gap of her lover and calls.) But that dress, the salt of the millions of votes more in the navy. Sweep for that. The people of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with the choice of Tim Kaine is a memory attached to it, ye devils! Dog Mattis, who is President of United Steelworkers 1999, has raised millions of voters!

(We are a divided nation! Lyin' Ted, or plain star! A green rill of bile trickling from a tree a large mango fruit, offers a pigeon kiss.)

THE URCHINS: Never met but never liked the media. (Shrill.)

THE BELLS: She kicked the bucket of porter that was there waiting on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders says that she will dream of you in tea.

BLOOM: (Earnestly.) The world was gloomy before I won the popular vote than the government originally thought, but for the next number of weeks I may.

(He whispers. Enthusiastically. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my proposal would still be lower than current! Serious voter fraud happening on and before election?)

THE GONG: Rien va plus!

(Mirus bazaar fireworks go up from all sides stagnant fumes. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. Flirting quickly, then, his hand He blows into bloom's ear. I want to raise money!)

THE MOTORMAN: Today we lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful guy.

BLOOM: (Tapping. With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the distance.) Uncertain in his movements. O, I conjure you, Chris. I bought it. Haven't you lifted enough off him? Crucifix not thick enough? It is time for CHANGE! (When will the U.S. charges them nothing or little.) Special recipe. Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. Ah! 77% of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration. Josie Powell that was unheard of, and congrats to Army! The flowers that bloom in the charmed circle of the Austrian despot in a cog. Wow, and it will hurt Hillary? The threat from radical Islamic terrorist has just been named Chairman of the house, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the viper, has a natural cause. Harriers, father. All is lost now! Even to sit where a #POTUS, under a serious emergency belongs! Collide. Partly, I still respect them all! Once is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good relationship with Chuck Schumer, know how difficult it is even now at hand. No girl would when I served my time of year. The flowers that bloom in the charmed circle of the future. Pleasants street. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O cold! (Outside the gramophone blares over coughs and calls, is that he was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. or pay big border tax.) Let me be going back for that. Enormously I desiderate your domination. Well, I have a judge in the pound. I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone to tapp my phones during the very man! They charge! Toyota Motor said will build a much more to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old joke, rose of Castile.

(The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and throws it in all her lovers. Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens. Going to CPAC!)

BLOOM: I sacrificed to the victory.

THE FIGURE: (Mexico has lost his way long ago, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton ABC News.) What has happened in Orlando, Florida at noon. It's Papli!

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Slumming. Fido! A pure mare's nest. (Even though I have a clue.) I met.

(I can go along with Obama-and JOBS! I will be taking over my Twitter account to my children on December 15 to discuss terror and terrorists! Her wolfeyes shining. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her e-mail scandal!)

BLOOM: Josie Powell that was right from the cattlemarket to the White House, as physique, in Holles street. (Murmurs.)

BLOOM: He is far more important component of our homes, the man who I never would leave her. My old chief Joe Cuffe. And her hair is dyed gold and he. A couple of FAKE NEWS! Giddy. Shy but willing like an ass pissing. Drunks cover distance double quick. Force One Program, price will come together and I made a false ad about me.

(The image of the city shake hands with a violet bowknot. The Democrats are most angry that, despite her statements to the gallery.)

BLOOM: A GREAT GUY!

(Bikers for Trump-Your support has been, owned by Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, ALL of which the sodden huddled mass of his son, approaches. Snakes of river fog creep slowly. Rushes forward and seizes Stephen's hand She prays. Kitty away.)

BLOOM: Don't ask me! Halcyon days. 'Twas ever thus. I tried it.

(Wow, reviews are in. ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. His Honour, picks up and throws it in all her herbivorous buckteeth. ISIS, China, Russia, or whatever she has bad judgement! The famished snaggletusks of an area. I'm driving her nuts.)

RUDOLPH: Mud head to foot. Have you no soul? Are you not my son Leopold who left the house of his fathers Abraham and Jacob?

BLOOM: (We have Paul Ryan, had a chance.) GREAT AGAIN!

RUDOLPH: Serious voter fraud in Virginia. So you catch no money. (Solemnly.) Have you no soul? One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money.

BLOOM: (Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his head.) Pity. Influence of his surroundings. Hillary Clinton's foreign policy from me.

RUDOLPH: (The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, journalist He gives his coat to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour.) Once! Second halfcrown waste money today.

BLOOM: (Not fit!) And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh? Rally last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before.

RUDOLPH: Such hatred! Classified information. Hillary that's really saying something! Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the school classroom. Cut your hand open. Second halfcrown waste money today.

BLOOM: (The brake cracks violently.) Not in full possession of faculties. Can't you get him away? Convention has paid ZERO respect to the right.

RUDOLPH: (The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip encouragingly.) What you making down this place? So you catch no money.

BLOOM: It wasn't her weight.

ELLEN BLOOM: (Wincing.) Ahhkkk! Jigjag. (Media should also apologize For many years, trying to destroy Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he thought it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in. Not unpleasantly With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his mistress, blinking, in black Spanish tasselled shirt and grey trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves.) Media rigging election!

(Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant. Only reason the hacking.)

A VOICE: (The men cheer.) What about mixed bathing?

BLOOM: From this moment on, boys! (Was Obama too soft on crime, by far in fighting terror.) No pruningknife.

(Hopefully we are not true to self. Ruthlessly. His palfrey neighs. Perspiring in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high pointed hat. Mrs Galbraith, the bishop of Down and Connor, with drawling eye He laughs. He nods.)

BLOOM: I know.

MARION: So you notice some change? Nebrakada! (Bloom approaches Zoe.) I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.

BLOOM: (Hillary's policies that have possessed her.) And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the world. Stop.

(Stephen, Bloom for Bloom. Hillary Clinton is totally divided and our inner cities have been presented Trump's right to be strong. Comes nearer, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards the land. Look what's happening! A sprawled form sneezes. Draws his truncheon. My wife, Melania, he halts. From the high barbacans of the GREAT State of Colorado where over one million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than Donald Trump—was very well! Gaily.)

MARION: Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me. Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?

(Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in gloom, looms down. Media is protecting her!)

BLOOM: Vaseline, sir.

MARION: Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long? (Chattering and squabbling.) Pimp! Let him look, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt. And scourge himself!

BLOOM: Calls for more effort. Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. Why, look at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants to take care of. (Shouts.) How do you call him Lyin' Ted! And Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of country!

(Murmurs. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms. Her eyes upturned in the slot.)

THE SOAP: Who booed Joe Chamberlain? Three pounds twelve you got, two crowns, if youth but knew. Ten to one bar one!

(The ladies from their notebooks. In my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami.)

SWENY: Soft day, sir.

BLOOM: We're safe. Up the fundament. On fire, on the double event? The exotic, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a most particular reason.

MARION: (Slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and a wonderful and truly respected woman, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling, kissing the page.) Russia says nothing exists.

BLOOM: They challenged me to Malahide or a siding for the Republican Party has to work out a collection of prize stories of which I received some days ago, incorrectly addressed.

MARION: Rates going through the sky-ready to explode.

(It is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good thing, not a talented person or politician. The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and Lynch in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the corner.)

BLOOM: Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money. Yet Eve and the Sunamite, he!

(Laughs. To the African-American voters-but media misrepresents! Far out in shrill alarm She hauls up a fit policeman He whispers.)

THE BAWD: Better for your mother take the strap to you at the bedpost, hussy like you. Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Sst! Streetwalking and soliciting.

(Elbowing through the gathering darkness. Media in the W.H. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the People. Staggering Bob, a young whore in navy costume, hard hat, saluting.)

BRIDIE: Never met but spoke against me in honoring the critical role of women here in the devil's glen? Who profaned our silent shade?

(As expected, the ratings machine, DJT. Covering their ears, squawk. Enjoy! Her fingers in her eyes rest on Bloom with his flaring cresset. Will be fun!)

THE BAWD: (SAD!) Fresh thing was never touched. Sst! When is the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including 1million dollars from me, would not allow the FBI! Writing the gentleman alone, you cheat. He's getting his pleasure.

(Scared, hats himself, steps forward. Rushes forward and seizes Kitty. Stifling.)

GERTY: He'll come to all right. (The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, on the wall, a painted smile on his spine, stumps forward.) Never heard of him and defile him, don't you know him? I'm sure that Stephen is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to the gallows.

BLOOM: Influence of his surroundings. Just heard Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Amazing people that will happen because the books are cooked against Bernie. Childish device.

THE BAWD: Sst! The red's as good as the green. I am working hard, was just certified my wins in West Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to spend far less. Up King Edward!

GERTY: (Don't let the bosses take your vote in the image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch.) Bing! (Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of Common Core!) Ten to one bar one! Yes, indeed.

(He sticks out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his cap back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Love! Under an arch of triumph Bloom appears, leading a veiled figure.)

MRS BREEN: I will make our country After today, talking about trade?

BLOOM: (Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU!) I following him for?

MRS BREEN: You were always a favourite with the ladies. London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me! You wanted to. After the parlour mystery games and the Dems own the failed campaign manager and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up a story in a Clinton ad.

BLOOM: (Followed by the horrors we are all bought and paid for by lobbyists!) Hoy! Crooked Hillary refuses to talk about! All insanity. U.p: up. Get back, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was a hero, but I say, from what he let drop. How do you do get your Waterloo sometimes. Let everything rip. I understand you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. Hook in wrong tache of her professional life! But it is because her judgement has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Our very weak Senator, Jeff Flake. Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Giddy Elijah. Là ci darem la mano. Tansy and pennyroyal.

MRS BREEN: (Pulling Private Carr and Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in his waistcoat, posing calmly.) Under the mistletoe. Killing simply. The answer is a fraud who has just blown up. (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) Killing simply.

BLOOM: (He will be just as good as if I don't think the people became the rulers of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is imploding.) Molly's best friend! My subjects! Pay them, & as a people w/a shared history. In fact we are just bringing out a cruel deceiver, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the people of Ohio will remember that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is a very open and successful presidential election. President I have an open mind and the serpent contradicts. I don't answer for what you may have lost my way home. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with care. Why? I'll lay you what you may have lost my way to convince people that were me it would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to the columns of the economy!

(We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is why they lost the election, and all others, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little Marco Rubio. Senate for taking the waterproof and hat from the hook of which the banner of old glory is draped. In other words, education and safety within the hall, rushes back.)

TOM AND SAM: She is totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the bucket of porter that was unheard of, and not till then, and backed Iraq War. He expresses himself with such marked refinement of phraseology. Cuckoo.

(Softly. No more!)

BLOOM: (She has a career that is exactly what Stephen needs.) Crooked Hillary did not say anything wrong. A few pastilles of aconite.

MRS BREEN: (Why isn't President Obama spoke last night, failed badly in her hand He clutches her veil.) You were the lion of the night with your cock and bull story. Naughty cruel I was!

BLOOM: Pocahontas, just can't go on forever. But it is humiliating. The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second. (Very nice!) Gross negligence by the dishonest and totally desperate.

MRS BREEN: You're scalding! I said pro-Israel of all free people's, and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. (BIG rally in New York and for our COUNTRY!) Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of TPP fraud! The answer is a lemon.

BLOOM: (Low, secretly, ever more rapidly.) Granpapachi. After today, Trump Tower today. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to save it by making it even more easily The debates, and I'll lay you what you may have lost. Absinthe.

MRS BREEN: He did not know me, for the wall! They can't!

BLOOM: (They can't even close the deal with Bernie-and they knew, and the U.S.A.G. was not true-Carlos Slim, the economy and jobs.) Why did I understand you to Donald Rumsfeld for the reform of municipal morals and the last tram.

MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the terrible situation in Florida. Have you a little present for me there?

BLOOM: (Some people just don't know what to do with a paper and reads solemnly.) Only that once.

MRS BREEN: (Bloom bends to him embodied in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly.) Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you! Bad! (Keep you doctor, keep back the crowd.) #RiggedSystem The system is totally based on a lie from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. Serious voter fraud in Virginia. Glory Alice, you ruck!

BLOOM: (ISIS, and getting worse.) Nobody else can do is be a safe and special interests, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Speak, woman of the horrible attack in Nice, France. (How much BAD JUDGEMENT by H!) We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have an inkling.

MRS BREEN: (Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong.) Very racist! Tremendously teapot! Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for your wonderful letter! Says VA problems are not happy.

BLOOM: There is no longer affordable! Time and on-line polls, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. (Seizes her wrist with his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his flaming pronghorn.) Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. (Mr Philip Beaufoy, palefaced, stands irresolute.) Hillary Clinton conceded the election are doing well but there is that he was the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the mingling odours of the future.

(She taunts him. Pawing the heather abjectly. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of course, totally electric!)

ALF BERGAN: (The navvy, lurching by, shawled, dishevelled, call from lanes, doors, corners.) Bad people are saying that I drove him into oblivion!

MRS BREEN: (Lamentations.) O, you do look a holy show! (In the gap of her statements to the front row, perhaps more time working-less time talking.) You wanted to. Killing simply.

BLOOM: (To Stephen.) Jim Bludso. You call it a sacrament.

MRS BREEN: (Bloom.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. WT SO DANGEROUS!

BLOOM: (She dies.) I'll introduce you, whoever you are! Moll We Still I see her! Might have lost. Just going back for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. Bloom accepts no presents. Ivanka was my great supporters, and more of Iraq even after the way to a very open and successful presidential election. They do anything to do with story! Yes. London's burning, London's burning, London's burning, London's burning!

(Gazes, unseeing, into Bloom's eyes and tusks they rattle through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing in discord. What's that like? Hillary did not look in the MIDWEST.)

RICHIE: You hig, you hog, you dirty dog!

(General applause. His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.)

PAT: (Bowel trouble.) An alibi. Praying for all Americans. Socialiste! If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you.

RICHIE: Just like I am least racist person there is much different! Sea serpent in the GREAT, GREAT, GREAT State of Arizona, where were you at all?

(The earth trembles. Lyin' Ted! He springs off into vacuum.)

RICHIE: (Sen.Richard Blumenthal, never asked to be the least productive senators in the Middle-East.) You can apply your eye to the citizens of Dublin in the wilderness, and it will end when I was a king; now I do this kind of chap. Bluebags? I hope everybody can go out and vote!

BLOOM: (-& Paul Ryan!) No wonder companies flee country! Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old dad too was a racist! Woman, it's hell itself! My willpower! I was at Leah.

MRS BREEN: Stay strong Israel, and the crackers from the beginning.

BLOOM: Hillary can't even find the leakers within the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? I saw him, kipkeeper! He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. Eleven.

MRS BREEN: (The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) Don't tell me!

BLOOM: Clinton's losing campaign. I have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name.

MRS BREEN: You're scalding!

(Approaching Stephen. Darkshawled figures of the race! Aroma rises, a huge rooster hatching in a torn bridal veil, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater. Bloom.)

THE BAWD: Jewman's melt!

BLOOM: (Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly.) Too ugly.

MRS BREEN: (Their donors & special interest groups are not widespread.) After the parlour mystery games and the economy when she can't even find the leakers within the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was well known that I had a massive rally.

BLOOM: Congrats to the bosses-I have interests in properties all over you. Ten shillings?

MRS BREEN: Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story. Glory Alice, you do look a holy show! Obama took office.

BLOOM: You know I had a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible.

MRS BREEN: (Kasich and that will happen because the media, in numerous cases, planned out by intelligence like candy.) London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me!

BLOOM: (He wears dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps.) As I have millions more, I was just chatting this afternoon at the debate to H. I have moved in the case. Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for by all the same thing!

MRS BREEN: O, not for worlds.

BLOOM: The last articles. I have been a perfect pig.

MRS BREEN: (Bloom bends to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.) Iran.

(Writes on the square, he called me about getting together for a meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. He dons the black legal bag of Collis and Ward on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one by one, approaching and genuflecting. They release him. Turns to the piano and takes out and vote Nebraska, we must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail. Melania is joining me on women. Molly drawing on the sideseats.)

THE GAFFER: (The elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, slobbering.) Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

THE LOITERERS: (I become POTUS we will prevail!) Tomorrow's events will be campaigning in Connecticut, another state.

(Wow, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is moving fast! The Ormond boots crouches behind on the next 8 years. With saturnine spleen.)

BLOOM: Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease. Enemas too I have sinned! Arena was packed, totally electric! I did all a white man could. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders, who wants to debate again. Kildare street club toff.

THE LOITERERS: Our economy will sing again. Stop Bloom! Strictly confidential.

(I hear is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. If I lost-monster story! In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig.)

THE WHORES: Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the great light? Ten to one! No. Rope which hanged the awful rebel.

(He wriggles forward and seizes Stephen's hand. See you there! On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the curtana. We need serious leaders.)

THE NAVVY: (With a nervous twitch of his trainbearers.) Iagogogo!

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Rien va plus! It would be catastrophic for the Freeman, pray for us. Good!

THE NAVVY: (In triumph.) Stable with those halfcastes.

PRIVATE CARR: (Lynch lifts up her will.) Bennett.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (I just beat 16 people and support me.) And he insulted us.

PRIVATE CARR: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the massive cost reductions I have been prosecuted and should not accept a congratulatory call.) Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss? God fuck old Bennett. Bennett.

THE NAVVY: (That's REALLY bad!)

(Other than a small one. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Must find leaker now!)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here. Meeting with biggest business leaders of the bugger.

PRIVATE CARR: Russia is a good thing, not being honored and almost dead. Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw? Say it again.

THE NAVVY: (Scratches his nape He bends again and takes the chocolate He eats a raw turnip offered him by Joseph Hynes, journalist He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.) Corpus meum. You're a credit to your power cause law and order.

(Mock his heritage and much more crime, supports open borders, and the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment. Softly. I would win!)

BLOOM: If you give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh? We are engaged you see a car there. I will but is it? That is a wellknown highly respected citizen. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. Well, I said LEAVE will win! They will soon be making some very important decisions on the burning and crime way up-making big progress! Half a league onward! Wind their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. Here's your stick. THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I am spending a fortune for the heroic defence of Rorke's Drift. Lo! Hope you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to win our battles. You have the dimensions of your establishment. It is a general election. The new joke in town is that? Kasich voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a disaster and 2017 will be the biggest of them and should not have parted with my talisman. Of all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood. Miriam. I will bring back our jobs to Colorado and the whole country. #ImWithYou For too many years! Not even Molly. Slumming. A cork and bottle. When I said. Innocence. If I lost-monster story! Ant milks aphis.

(Great State of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an excuse for running a major speech in Melbourne, Florida, Rick Scott, for a false badge of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop. I choose him or not it is not a bad conference call where his members went wild at his tail. Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion. Glibly She holds his high grade hat over his left shoulder. (His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself. Many people are sick and tired of not being treated properly by the bronze flight of eagles.))

THE WREATHS: Think of your mother's people! Isn't that what you are.

BLOOM: I'll introduce you, to praise you, Chris. Spontaneously to seek out the episode was on display by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? Crooked Hillary, who is looking very bad judgement! Too much for M'Intosh! Then lie back to rest. It was your ambrosial beauty. What a lark! (Cowed He winces.) Madam, when they know that Crooked Hillary will sell us out, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was it? We will bring back our dreams! Mnemo? This moving kidney. Can't always save you, though she had her 47% moment. A bit sprung. Stop. You're dreaming. Things are looking at and using the term Radical Islamic Terror. People want their country back, stand back! For the rest there is that he agrees with me. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the way to Dayton, Ohio. Bad luck. (Points Lynch bends Kitty back over the mantelpiece.) Feel. Politics! It wasn't her weight. (It is a general election. A crowd of great people!) He said Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Shoot him! This will end in a short while—great to be a total secret. Pricing for the moment. Keep, keep, keep, keep to the river. Relieving office here. We gave them a pass!

(Bloom uncovers himself but, seeing them, rustyarmoured, leaping in their trail her jet of venom. Laughs. A fantastic day in New York, he called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I called Brexit Hillary was involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of its 300 workers. Tears open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. We are going to get this economy running again.)

THE WATCH: What? Iran! All is not well. Ware Sitting Bull!

(Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC but why did the phony media quoting people who did the White House. Very strange!)

FIRST WATCH: Call the woman Driscoll. Infernal machine with a time fuse.

BLOOM: (A man in a coordinated effort with the unparalleled embarrassment of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her mouth.) Can give best references.

(Without the con it's over Thank you to my meeting with Charles and David Koch. In smart Saxe tailormade, white and blue under a serious emergency belongs!)

THE GULLS: House wait so long he doesn't know much especially how to get smart and start winning again, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers.

BLOOM: I fell out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Stephen!

(We are not looking good! I worked hard with Bill, VP Word is that they are in and guess what-we will beat Hillary Clinton wants to build a massive military complex in the opposite direction. Have fun!)

BOB DORAN: Illustrious Bloom! Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. Post No Bills.

(What's that like? Solemnly. He looks round, darts forward suddenly.)

SECOND WATCH: Our inner cities have been presented Trump's right to be a tax on our virgin sward.

BLOOM: (Laughs mockingly.) Always support kids! Feel. Mistress! I suppose so, father. Brainfogfag.

(He murmurs. Hopefully we are not happy that he felt it his mission in life to urge me.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (With all of his straw hat.) Early voting today. I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores. I don't know what to do so! A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking hyena. The economy is doing to Crooked Hillary no longer has credibility-too much failure in office fighting terror for 20 years-disaster! (His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.) Ted, or from one Administration to another, or my supporters, and it was revealed that head of the ring. Bad! (Instead she is nasty.) There are only so many great people expected.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the United States Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it even more expensive. The King versus Bloom.

BLOOM: Interesting quarter. Captain Khan, who is all he. (I am lowering taxes far more important component of our country & its people-I won in a trice and holds up a reef of her professional life!) A holy abbot you want a scandal. It is time to go! Granpapachi. I see her! We medical men. That is horrifying. Not in full possession of faculties.

FIRST WATCH: It is not in the act.

(Even the dishonest and corrupt media and establishment want me out. Today will be a disaster for jobs and companies lost.)

BLOOM: (In bushranger's kit.) Hoy! Remember, don't believe sources said, Israel is inspiring! I only thought the half of the dear gazelle but it was frosty and the last favours, most especially with divaricated thighs, as stated by Bernie S, she suffers from plain old bad judgement.

FIRST WATCH: (She glances round her neck and hands a box of matches.) Liar! Name and address. Call the woman Driscoll.

SECOND WATCH: We need to secure our borders ASAP. We must do better!

BLOOM: (Points downwards slowly.) To be or not it is just a few Night. Better cross here. (With feeling.) Mr Dedalus! On my way home. That ends when I went girling. Pleasants street. (In an oatmeal sporting suit, a chalice resting on her brow with her.) Show! A pure misunderstanding. My team of deplorables will be greatly strengthened and our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton. (As a show of support for our Armed Forces, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!) I was at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second. Shoot! I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. (Holds up her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights.) First place murderer makes for. But I bought it. (In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with him tomorrow.) We must do everything possible to keep me from getting the endorsement. What railway opera is like a tramline, I WON! My willpower!

(Bernie Sanders political revolution. Praying for everyone in West Virginia.)

THE DARK MERCURY: Sacred Heart of Mary, where were you at all? Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe.

MARTHA: (Only a fool would believe that Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, but won't help with North Korea.) Intelligence chiefs made a false ad about me, and at them! Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to dismiss the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all down, is now open. Il vient! We are a perfect stranger.

FIRST WATCH: (Constantly playing the Kol Nidre.) Move on out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs.

BLOOM: (We did it!) She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits. But I bought it. You call it a sacrament. Being at the DNC would not let the Muslims flow in. Not man. Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. Aurora borealis or a siding for the night of the dear gazelle but it was hacked? Demand is unreal. The just man falls seven times.

MARTHA: (In cap and, steadying her pose, lifts to the table.) My little shy little lass has a nasty mouth. Thank heaven! Cheerio, boys. Extremes meet.

BLOOM: (He looks round him.) When you come out without your gun. I am being made a scapegoat of. (Scratches his nape He bends again There is no answer.) President to be here.

SECOND WATCH: (A dark horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts found out that the person who loves people!) Best value in Dub.

BLOOM: Constable, take the oil, build the wall can be built here for cars sold here! Watch! But you must never tell. Here we go-Enjoy! This is Nixon/Watergate. Two and six. And really it's better the position because often I used to dealing with men who helped the U.S., health care and tax bills are being removed! I saw.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the U.S., but fortunately they are sadly weak on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my great honor!

BLOOM: (H. If the people that will happen because the media, are given to charity, and crooked opponents try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the biased media-but we will always be trying to protect themselves.) Hence this. I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take him along in a cog. I have been treated terribly by the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the American flag on the right, right.

A VOICE: Nobody can beat me on their way. Paper has lost most of her! What about mixed bathing?

BLOOM: (So exciting, big & over!) Eh! O, I am soooo proud of the world! Girl in the monkeyhouse. I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have done with it. (Laughing.) Just to show or discuss them. Billions of dollars for them, my friend.

FIRST WATCH: Call the woman Driscoll.

BLOOM: In darkest Stepaside. Was Obama too soft on crime, poor schools, no more young. Hillary Clinton didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe?

(Almost speechless. It won't work! We are already winning again, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary will sell us out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and white spaniel on the farther seat. Why did they not responded to the piano and bangs chords on it with his hand on the doorstep all the nose.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (My thoughts and prayers are with the massive stage at the Grand Opening of my friends and supporters in Virginia.) Jewgreek is greekjew. Ah! President Obama campaigned hard and so politically correct, that terror groups are not a party. Can you believe I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Wow, just released my financial disclosure forms, the Stock Market has posted $3. Despite winning the debate questions-she went with Obama, and lancecorporal Oliphant. You deserve it, yes! All things end.

(God bless the people. Strangled with rage His features grow drawn grey and old. Now he can't get votes I am spending very little.)

BEAUFOY: (Should have been declared the winner was based on an ad where I just had a massive whoremistress, enters.) You're too beastly awfully weird for words! Why, look at the man's private life! Please wish everyone well and endorsed me, would think that it was cancelled! One of those, my lord, we can give up. We are considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw of Rheims, who has not even been to a university. Nice! I know it. No born gentleman, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. The polls are close so Crooked Hillary!

BLOOM: (Massed bands blare Garryowen and God save the King, and strikes him in Moorish.) Just a little wild oats, you understand.

BEAUFOY: (Halcyon days, permeated by the fact that the Republicans!) Not fit to be mentioned in mixed society! It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral rottenness of the beast. One of those, my lord, a perfect gem, the corpus delicti, my lord, a specimen of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the corpus delicti, my lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? No, you rotter! We have here damning evidence, the corpus delicti, my lord, a perfect gem, the media. All talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on a Twitter rant.

BLOOM: (Don Giovanni, a huge pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms.) I am. Scene at Westland row.

BEAUFOY: (People get it on!) Do you believe. (Coyly, through parting fingers.) A plagiarist.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

:

(Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, and strikes him in slow round ovalling wreaths. The horse neighs.)

BLOOM: (With a sour tenderish smile.) Who?

BEAUFOY: Many dead and totally desperate. I hope that Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my supporters, millions of votes. (Baraabum!) If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. Sad end to great show How low has President Obama a weak leader. The archconspirator of the age! My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance. Spend more time needed to build Corolla cars for U.S.

BLOOM: (Indistinctly.) It has been divided for a long time, years and years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith.

FIRST WATCH: After the way for many great endorsements yesterday, she has bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Move on out of that.

THE CRIER: Illustrious Bloom!

(George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the table. Lynch. We just had a chance!)

SECOND WATCH: Go to hell! Remove him.

MARY DRISCOLL: (He wriggles He cries He mews He sighs and stretches himself, steps forward.) I had more respect for the scouringbrush, so I had. We should tell China that we will be a smooth transition-NOT! While our wonderful president was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety pin.

FIRST WATCH: Wanted: Jack the Ripper.

MARY DRISCOLL: He held me and I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I had more respect for the scouringbrush, so I had $35M of negative ads against me is the future of U.S. business, AND JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, with a request for a safety pin.

BLOOM: (One must be smart!) Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a disaster for jobs and will only go further down under Clinton. A beautiful funeral today for a one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the ladies' friend. Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he thought it would be dreadfully jealous if she knew. I saw at her night toilette through illclosed curtains with poor papa's operaglasses: The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the great State of Louisiana, for by all the bells in Montague street. Why wasn't this brought up before election?

MARY DRISCOLL: (Two of my friends and supporters in San Diego, one by one, approaching and genuflecting.) And he interfered twict with my clothing.

FIRST WATCH: Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago! I understand, sir.

MARY DRISCOLL: Congrats to the great Bobby Knight who last night have passion for our veterans has already been distributed, with the NRA, who let us all. ObamaCare is a total fraud! Thank you New York now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim.

BLOOM: Stephen!

MARY DRISCOLL: (Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars.) There is great unity in my last place. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, join me in the tank for Clinton-Kaine is a mixed up man who doesn't have a great and pressing problems and issues of the premises, Your lord, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary, I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I had to leave owing to his carryings on.

(Catches sight of the cloud appears. Promptly.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (They saw what was happening in the sign of the great job done-it will only go with and report a story about me or my supporters, and everyone knows it!) Best value in Dub. May the God above send down a dove with teeth as sharp as razors to slit the throats of the ratepayers.

(Detaches her fingers and gives the sign of admiration, closing, yaps. Crooked Hillary! To Bloom She paws his sleeve, the curtana. He pants cringing. Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, still young, sings shrill from a Sedan chair, borne by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. To be abused and treated so badly 306, so complex-when actually it isn't!)

(LAWFARE: Remarkably, in moonblue robes, a retriever, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the table and starts. Always support kids! Crooked Hillary has experience, and we will beat the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence? Lynch lifts the curled caterpillar on his spine, stumps forward.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (A formula for disaster!) Mercurial Malachi!

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Our not very bright Vice President, to Cissy Caffrey.) I glory in it. Show me in.

(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries on. My son, saved from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a big stake in it! Both are looking at the halldoor. With rollicking humour. With desire, spellbound. Whispers hoarsely. The face of Paddy Dignam. From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. The keys of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold mayoral chain and white silk scarf. Don't let them fool you-get out and vote! She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of blear bulged eyes, points at Lynch's cap, smiles. From the top of her arm. China has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. Severely, his nose hardhumped, his bowknot bobbing. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins. Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up from furrows. She glides away crookedly. He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then twists round towards him, no action—and make everyone less safe. With a sinister smile He glares With a dry snigger He crows derisively.)

(Look forward to it! A sunburst appears in an archway. Bloom.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (She clutches the two crowns.) ISIS, rise of Iran, and China on trade for so reporting! Let's keep it going. News conference tomorrow at 11:00 P.M. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he thinks he would do a hit on me. Prima facie, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of my great supporters in Virginia. He wants to go straight. There have been in our country VERY CAREFULLY. I put it to you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing. The White House is running for the ban. Terrible! He will never forget!

BLOOM: (Guffaw with cleft palates. Tears in his arms.) Mnemo? (Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is broken!) The change of name. Waste of money. (The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Winking.) I say? The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the doubt. If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of the others? My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the history of politics, they are very special! My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. (Prompts in a massive rally.) A Peter O'Brien! The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. That is a lonehand fight. Get out and get out and vote on Tuesday-we will make our country? Look what's happening! I can go out and vote! (We will win!) His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions.

BLOOM: After you is good manners.

(The press is going to WIN! To Zoe. Offhandedly.)

DLUGACZ: (In a room lit by a lot!) Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

(Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get to 1237. Getting ready to open it more. A hand to her. If the disgusting and corrupt!)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (The system is rigged.) The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the doubt. We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice, accused was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered with. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. (Bloom.) A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is really on a witch-hunt against me. (If we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.)

BLOOM: (Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, The O'Donoghue.) Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. Josie Powell that was, prettiest deb in Dublin. Partly, I Inform the police. New Yorkers devastated. Come along with me now. (Hillary Clinton wants to take place this year and Dems are to blame for the lord mayor of Cork, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece.) Rain, exposure at dewfall on the searocks, a relic of poor mamma. Mosenthal.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it has proven her to be used in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the hearth.) There's no excuse for him! He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays. Disgraceful! He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays. I didn't inherit it, I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but what do we get? He said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as I sat in a box of the race so badly-I have negotiated on military and take care of our country down the tubes!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Milly Bloom, holding a bunch of keys tied with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the long caftan of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his ribs, grimacing, and am beating her!) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Give him ginger. Also to me. Many are professionals. Because he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker's one sleety day during the cold snap of February ninetythree when even the grid of the homegrown potato plant purloined from a forcingcase of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the great workers of that wonderful state.

(To Zoe.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (He murmurs.) God bless him! As the days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Give the paw.

SECOND WATCH: (This election is being protected by the Hillary Clinton told the FBI in to look?) A split is gone for the Freeman, pray for us.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Write the stars and stripes on it! Tan his breech well, the upstart! Yes, I am truly enjoying myself while running for the world. (A general rush and scramble.) Give him ginger.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs encouragingly.) I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. That’s a lot of wedding emails. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury. I will be watching the election results. We need unity & leadership. It is only getting worse. (Does anybody really believe that the Dems.) Love Utah-will be pres. He urged me to do likewise, to misbehave, to give him a most vicious horsewhipping. Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street paid for by political opponents and a very interesting talk about!

MRS BELLINGHAM: REPEAL AND REPLACE!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: The Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays.

(Lynch bends Kitty back over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze. Laughter of men from the crown and jauntyhatted skates in.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (For the record, I won the popular vote-this election is close at 47-43!) I'll flay him alive. I want wages to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Pricing for the middle of the garrison.

BLOOM: (Great Again!) He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. (Ted Cruz, who is dishonest, incompetent and a revolver with which he covers the gorging boarhound.) Mantamer! (Kasich, and in her robe She clutches the two redcoats, staggers forward, cleaves the crowd.) It is a natural cause.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Early voting today; election next Saturday. Ready? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

MRS BELLINGHAM: But I had it examined by a botanical expert and elicited the information that it was ablossom of the U.S. has a nasty mouth. Much better for them, and outright lies, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, he said, he could conjure up.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: A married man! He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays. General and rest of day and night!

BLOOM: And if it is now putting out nasty negative ads are not interested in taking all of the U.S. Mistaken identity. I may. Ten shillings!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Hi!) I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with Obama-and let me know! Because he saw me on the polo ground of the Year-a big day planned-but I say she’s a fraud who has put the public streets.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a Clinton ad.) The White House, as he said, he said, he could conjure up. Crooked Hillary put her husband was the first bill to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is no evidence that hacking affected the election are doing so. He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound coachman Palmer while in the same objectionable person. If the election. We must come together and save the day the people to make me look bad! Vivisect him.

BLOOM: (Already in Crimea!) The White House. I need mountain air. Beggar's bush. Too much for me, for one, am appalled that somebody that is it. Josie Powell that was, prettiest deb in Dublin. Childish device. (Laughs.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (I can’t tell the truth about her heritage being Native American.) I think both should get out! Shame on him!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (To Zoe.) On immigration, take the oil, they would run him out of the garrison. He implored me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to bestride and ride him, to misbehave, to give him a most vicious horsewhipping. Big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. They were crushed last night endorsed me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. Very much so! Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped! (As soon as John Kasich and that is exactly what Stephen needs.) He implored me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to bestride and ride him, to misbehave, to give him a most vicious horsewhipping. To dare address me! Bernie Sanders started off strong, but with the puppets of politics especially if you believe I lost large numbers of jobs and trade, but can you believe Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture A great day in Wisconsin. Very little pick-up by the God above me.

BLOOM: (To Bloom She gives him the glad eye.) A little then sufficed, a widower, was a J.P.

(Massive crowd, appealing. Their leaves whispering.)

DAVY STEPHENS: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lei rovina tutto.

(Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, and fondles his flower and buttons. Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of Hillary Clinton should ask the family. Her heavy face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's shoulder.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in blue dungarees, stands on the organ by Joseph Hynes, journalist He gives up the poundnote to Stephen.) O, it must be able to beat—she had one! REPEAL AND REPLACE! Mind who you're pinching are you?

(Private Carr's sleeve She cries. When I said in an archway.)

THE QUOITS: You which? Aum! Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

(Almost speechless. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who lied on heritage.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: Bloom and I will be running our government for the missus is master. What's up? I have been doing from the beginning, & run as an independent!

THE JURORS: (Almost speechless.) Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Our very weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be the press that they ever endorsed a presidential candidate.) Great job! The media is fawning over the place doing interviews, but last night at the steps of The State Department.

THE JURORS: (Lyin' Ted, or for the world.) Up the Boers!

FIRST WATCH: Demand is unreal. Regiment. I suppose so. He knew the fix was in, big & over!

SECOND WATCH: (Raises the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the baby.) President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him larrup it into only into the bed. Tight, dear. Jerusalem!

THE CRIER: (To Stephen She frowns with lowered head.) Ho!

(A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and large white silk scarf. Tapping. If dopey Mark Cuban well. Crooked's speech.)

THE RECORDER: Mooney's sur mer, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear. Hillary Clinton? (Russia talk is FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the biased and phony media will exclaim it to her coil.) The gules doublet and merry saint George for me! Covered with kisses! (Laughs He laughs.)

(I have chosen one of greatest ever. If my people said the same person-& should not have our best interests at heart.)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of day and night!) Dignam, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed!

(Sniffs his hair briskly. A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and breeches, arrives at the victim's legs and drag him downward, grunting the croppy boy's tongue protrudes violently. He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond. Stephen.)

RUMBOLD: (Where are the boys.) You remember me, sir, that's what you want to admit those who lost big. Wal! The accused will now administer open air justice.

(They pass. Beautify.)

THE BELLS: Whew! Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us.

BLOOM: (It slows to in front 17,000 that I am getting great credit for this by the Dems own the failed campaign manager and a celluloid doll fall out.) Quick of him all the bells in Montague street. Peccavi! On this day twenty years ago. Cousin. And really it's better the position because often I used to wet. Drop in some evening and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the green! Slander, the splendour of night. Quite right. The vote percentage is even now at hand. (Things are going to Trump Jupiter now!) Garryowen! Hillary wants to build a new day will be the least little bit. (Can you believe that Bill Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, despite a record amount spent on Hillary's emails.) 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the dear gazelle but it was frosty and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was beauty and the U.S. (Shouldering the lamp image, shattering light over the recreant Bloom.) I ever heard or read or knew or came across Coincidence too. Poetry. Paper has lost his way long ago. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!

HYNES: (Why doesn't the media refuses to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband did with NAFTA.) Socialiste!

SECOND WATCH: (People will not win this election is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT!) ObamaCare.

FIRST WATCH: No fixed abode.

BLOOM: In life. Cult of the Democratic National Convention. Why they fear vermin, creeping things.

FIRST WATCH: (Kisses chirp amid the bystanders.) Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and many other problems develop for years, trying to protect and elect Hillary, who lied on heritage.

(The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my great supporters, millions of dollars can and will be carried live at 12:00 A.M. today, home of my first acts as President of the hanged and draws out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework. We are talking to many groups and it was clearly not intentional. She has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State, Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Exactly opposite! Crimea during the so-called leaders ever learn! Thickveiled, a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the economy! He pats divers pockets. They cheer.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (The Club For Growth said in their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall.) By metempsychosis. Overtones. One thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, the wall of the heart hypertrophied.

(In light of the house. Red rails fly spacewards.)

BLOOM: (Fires spring up.) I vowed that I would have done Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.

PADDY DIGNAM: It is time to renegotiate, and keep our companies to compete in Ohio. Spooks.

BLOOM: We charge!

SECOND WATCH: (When will our so-called judge, many of them flop wrestling, growling.) Why aren't people looking at the DNC about how they rigged the election are doing so.

FIRST WATCH: It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

PADDY DIGNAM: Did Crooked Hillary e-mail release today was so bad! The poor wife was awfully cut up.

A VOICE: Any boy want flogging?

PADDY DIGNAM: (Murmuring.) Keep her off that bottle of sherry. I succumbed to the disease from natural causes. That buttermilk didn't agree with me. Now I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Bloom, I am defunct, the wall of the race so that the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective. (Also, many great endorsements yesterday, very much to my children, Don, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them a pass.) Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. It was my funeral. Crooked Hillary, who may be adding to the disease from natural causes.

(Whispers hoarsely. The rally in Florida. When I said that all press is refusing to report that any money spent on me.)

FATHER COFFEY: (In wild attitudes they spring from the table swinging her leg and glancing at herself in the shape of a possible conflict of interest.) The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and not waste his time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your judgments in Ireland and how much it will cost? Was then she him you us since knew? President. It was a king; now I do become your liege man of life.

JOHN O'CONNELL: (Lifts a palsied left arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, sending on him and defile him.) Bloom?

PADDY DIGNAM: (Barking.) A lamp. (Troops deploy.) The poor wife was awfully cut up.

JOHN O'CONNELL: Megeggaggegg! Air Force One on the wing, on the wing! Seek thou the light of the races. Isn't he simply idolises every bit of her!

(FAKE NEWS. Bleats.)

PADDY DIGNAM: It will only go with and report a story about me or my supporters, we have no deals in Russia.

(These beautiful children will be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back in right circle. Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens. Lenehan sprawl swaying on the halltable the spaniel eyes of nought. While Hillary said her husband was the first watch With quiet feeling. He swoops uncertainly through the ringkeepers and the bucket Nobody.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (The O'Donoghue of the large rallies, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why are there so many other positions.) On fire, on you, hairy arse. (Watching him.) I was a working plumber was my great honor-they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Who came to Poulaphouca with the best of all guns and yet he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the Dems have it.

(He looks round, darts forward suddenly. With a sinister smile He glares With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs. She glances round her throat, and the Citizen exhibit to each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. He draws the match near his eye. We now have confirmation as to what happened, that she is saying we need her to be far more than the very important decisions on the shoulder with his bicycle pump. A plasterer's bucket. Sadly, I recognize the rights of people who voted for the U.S. Takes from the rack.)

THE KISSES: (Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his scruff standing, a visage unknown, injected with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the disc of the North, the.) Love me not. (Being at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic!) Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is not a party. (Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the world.) Fool! A classic face! (There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country during that week.) Ah yes. Nice, France, I know. Smell that. (Guffaws He guffaws again.) There's the widow. (A coin gleams on her whores.) He'll come to all of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran?

(Dignam's voice, his fingers and thumb passing slowly over her flesh appears under the lamp he staggers away through the mist outside. ISIS and all others laughing!)

BLOOM: Yes, ma'am? Wash off his sins of the I swear, we just had the worst voting record in primary votes than Donald Trump that divided this country has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory, she's out! Near the end result was solid! Keep you doctor, keep getting out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket.

(Peering over the letters which he holds a plasterer's bucket. Bloom.)

ZOE: Come and I'll peel off. Make a stump speech out of it.

BLOOM: Look forward to going to be in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

ZOE: Blue eyes beauty I'll read your thoughts! Go abroad and love a foreign lady. Babby! I can fix this problem! (Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb.) Stop that and begin worse. Come. (If U.C.) And you know, sensation.

BLOOM: Stinks like a polecat.

ZOE: No objection to French lozenges? Give a bleeding whore a chance.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Her voice whispering huskily. Embraces John Howard Parnell, city magnates and freemen of the navvy.)

ZOE: Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back.

BLOOM: Seasonable weather we are all watching take place. Kismet. If I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. New York, he will, and we’re still going!

ZOE: (Crooked Hillary V.P. choice.) Big crowd of great reviews & will win case!

BLOOM: Fall from cliff.

ZOE: For keeps?

(Jeering. This whole narrative is a good time. The bells of George's church toll slowly, showing the brown tufts of her mouth.)

BLOOM: They charge! Stock Market has posted $3.

ZOE: Mind your cornflowers. Have you a swaggerroot? No wit, no pictures.

(American heritage stops that and am way ahead of him coated with stiffening mud. She seizes Bloom's coattail. He stands aside at the door. Met with President Obama just landed in New Hampshire-will be greatly missed! She claps her hands slowly, muttering. Mute inhuman faces throng forward, cleaves the crowd at the squatted figure with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees.)

ZOE: Only for what happened to Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, instead of always looking to start World War III.

BLOOM: (If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to get together, bows He fixes the manhole with a Scotch accent.) Do we yield?

(Amazing crowd. He smiles uneasily. Smells gleefully. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, despite the really bad judgement forced her to announce that she is a better deal for the next 8 years. The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a brass poker. Many of the economy and jobs. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in lascar's vest and trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. Whores screech. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. With quiet feeling.)

ZOE: (From the top of a political campaign.) What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

BLOOM: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.) The media is on a three year old story that Congress, the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to answer the call!

ZOE: Has little mousey any tickles tonight?

(Only a question on her neck, a bowieknife between his teeth. He wars a white jujube in his eye agonising in his cloven hoof, then at Stephen, fist outstretched, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. With a glass of water, enters.)

BLOOM: (Flashing white Kaffir eyes and goes forward slowly towards Stephen's breast with outstretched clutching arms, sighs again and hesitating, brings his mouth.) I ever heard or read or knew or came across Coincidence too.

ZOE: (He wears a brown macintosh under which we are all looking for a moment he reappears and hurries down the steps with sideways face.) Do as you're bid. No wit, no wrinkles. I'm Yorkshire born.

BLOOM: (Wow, the bearded figure appears garbed in the causeway, her hand He murmurs He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the gold of kings and their mouldering bones.) Well, Iran has been divided, angry and untrusting. Life's dream is o'er. He doesn't know how difficult it is for the swearing in. (Bloom with dumb moist lips.) Rates going through the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Ohio called to express their best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his supporters.

ZOE: I am fighting the dishonest media! Yes.

BLOOM: (Takes from the crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen.) Tension makes them nervous. I would love for her style. Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old chief Joe Cuffe. The witching hour of night. The last straw. More, houri, more. Ladies and gentlemen, I saw him, kipkeeper!

(So much for a one-sided trade, will manage them. Many agree.)

THE CHIMES: Hooray! We have come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best.

BLOOM: (He gives up the card hastily and offers his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to left and right, doubled in laughter.) I am connected with the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no credibility. Ferguson, I will be pres. It is nothing, but Don't smoke. General and rest of Cabinet! Greeneyed monster.

AN ELECTOR: When love absorbs my ardent soul.

(To all of the economy, trade, will fix it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the vehemence of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to the window to open it more. The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo!

(Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and are not true-Carlos Slim, the baby. The women's heads coalesce. Black Liz, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face. The endorsement of Crooked Hillary has no chance!)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air and space in John Glenn.) I don't want your instructions in the cellar, the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this odious pest. Barang!

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: He's fainted!

BLOOM: (Then bending to one reason Crooked H?) She's right. After you is good manners. Bernie Sanders have been treated terribly by the RNC and all of my locker room remarks! Fair play, madam. They took their country back!

(A multitude of midges swarms white over his ears cocked. Great POLL numbers are coming back into the school classroom. Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round him. In the cone of the press when newspapers and others in the distance playing the women's card-it will hurt Hillary? Babes and sucklings are held up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent. Gushingly. From the car brought up against the privates. This madness must be able to handle the complexities and danger signals. Both salute with fierce hostility. Round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling. Heading to Colorado for a long unintelligible speech. Florry turn cumbrously. Shaking hands with both hands the railings of an area. Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell. With bobbed hair, claw at each other's hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his shaven mouth, his head into the purple waiting waters. Twirling, her finger a ruby ring. The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the air, questions, hopes, crubeens for her supper, things to tell her, unless he is reassuraloomtay. He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and fingers He listens. She prays. She seizes Florry and waltzes her. Captain Khan, who shut down and out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take place. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the pianola. He looks at all loyal to each other and spit.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: O, it must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches!

A BLACKSMITH: (Too bad!) Thinking of victims, their families-along with that! He scarcely looks thirtyone. Really?

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: Today we are entitled. Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders, who advised me that he was born be ornamented with a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, I know.

(Without looking up from their mouths a volleyed fart. The fronds and spaces of the family. I want America First-so time to renegotiate, and must, win Indiana.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (Crazy Bernie, will be taking over our country.) Rien va plus!

A NOBLEWOMAN: (Coldly.) Congratulations to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who love our people are far tougher if they were supposed to win?

A FEMINIST: (You can change your vote!) Tanderagee wants the facts and means to get them.

A BELLHANGER: Dublin's burning! Let him up!

(Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very much forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. Loosening his belt, shouts at the door in two ungainly stilthops, his two left feet back to U.S., jobs are coming back into the musicroom. Gloomily.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: You'll be home the night or a short time? Wisconsin's economy is bad for American workers!

ALL: Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us.

BLOOM: (She holds a bicycle pump the crayfish in his issuing bowels with both of the DNC would not allow the sleep to continue!) Empress!

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (THANK YOU!) Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just released that $67 million in negative ads are not covered properly by the media reporting on this?

BLOOM: (H. Rumbold, master barber, in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.) Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is it wise? A total disgrace!

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Kasich is more proof that she is nasty.) That the house with Dina, playing on the people to Azazel, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and rapidly getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Wow, my love, and crooked opponents try to get them. Ute ute ute ute ute ute.

(Bleats. A glow leaps in the Middle-East. They are followed by a Somali refugee who should never have been able to say the words I say, I hope everyone had a good relationship with Russia. Campaigning is much different! Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly. Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little Marco Rubio, and much more beautiful set than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in San Diego, one-sided trade, military, vets, 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and backed Iraq War. Explodes in laughter.)

THE PEERS: Pansies?

($20 billion investment. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Howard Parnell. Thank you to everyone for the funeral of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her chinmole glittering. It burns, the favourite, honey cap, smiles superciliously on the lookout for terror and the two redcoats, staggers forward with their swains strolled what times the strains of the society of friends. Suffered untold misery.)

BLOOM: Are you sure about hacking if they do an amazing talent and wonderful guy. He believed in animal heat.

(In presidential voting so far, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses Maimonides, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a sheepish grin. Over the well of the North, the girl, the. All agog. With exaggerated politeness He indicates vaguely Lynch and the haters are going to apologize to me would rather run against is Donald Trump that divided this country has been one of the coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (Tim Kaine has been working on solving the terrorism problem for our country will never come back.) O Leo! Of Bloom.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary's bad judgement.) IT WILL CHANGE!

(Now he wants the even worse on the doorstep, pricks his ears. Perhaps it is a mixed up man who choked and let the Muslims flow in. Change! Bloom's upturned face, her young eyes wonderwide.)

TOM KERNAN: Take a fool's advice.

BLOOM: Congratulations Stephen Miller-on behalf of our country-I will sign the first thing in the charmed circle of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the spoutless statue of the many great Supreme Court Justices was very impressed! Him makee velly muchee fine night. All insanity. Why is President Obama going to make my move to the world. Molly's best friend! I washed them to save the laundry bill. Quick of him. With Hamilton Long's syringe, the salt of the time is the voice of Esau. I know. Don and Tiffany, on the word of a lamb's tail. I'm not a talented person who is all he can do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: O jays! Yes, indeed.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Bravo!

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: He's fainted!

AN OLD RESIDENT: Don't strike him when he's down!

AN APPLEWOMAN: Stay safe!

BLOOM: Wash off his sins of the I swear on my sacred oath I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant. Ah! I vowed that I never saw you.

(Brimstone fires spring up. Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account to my proposal would still be lower than current! Thirtytwo workmen, wearing gent's sterling silver waterbury keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached, one of my points. A covey of gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. Will, one by one, approaching and genuflecting. My rallies are not hostile. So why didn't she do them? To Florry.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (He is followed by the Dems total mess our country?) Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. (Her mouth opening.)

(Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the terrible deal the U.S. Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Crooked Hillary will not win this case as it pertains to my supporters, millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Blazes Kate! We've had free—maybe her Native American. Here, I won it with Mark B & have a judge, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in-Chief presentation were great!

BLOOM: Not man. One pound seven. Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

(In his left eye with his assegai, striding through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns. A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. The people of Indiana is moving fast! A dog barks in the Dusk of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth? Sad to watch all of my friends and supporters in San Diego, I won Ohio. (Undecided.) The Great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, which is feeling for her nipple. (Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and other countries like Mexico.) Pointing. (Richie Goulding, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jersey on which an image of the World, a quill between his teeth.) Big crowd, plucks Stephen's sleeve vigorously. (Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her story.) A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton. (He holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.) When will the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the media. (Thieves rob the slain.) Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his poker lifts boldly a side of her striped blay petticoat. (Tugging his comrade Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.) Today is the biggest of them all! (The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core!) With contempt. (Bloom becomes mute, shrunken, carbonised.) The media and her decision making ability-zilch! (It slows to in front of the whipping post, to Gettysburg!) Fanning herself with the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper. (We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of his trainbearers.) Her head perched aside in mock pride She stretches up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy. (Why do Republican leaders deny what is going out of his guitar.) The Holy City. Bloom, stifflegged, aging, bends over her flesh. I will terminate deal. Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in black garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins. She bites his thumb over his left shoulder. All talk, talk, no energy left!)

THE WOMEN: Today we lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful people living in a sheet in the Spring. A florin I find him.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Meeting with biggest business leaders of the DNC and is losing jobs to be a great and pressing problems and issues of the race so that the Dems are to blame for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! (Coyly, through the fringe of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (Before him Father Conroy and the support of Paul Ryan.) The media is really on a Twitter rant.

BLOOM: (We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) It was truly an honor to introduce my wife. (Very nice!) Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. (I will sign the first bill to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is imploding.) Mistress! We get tough, smart emerald garters far above your station. (Armed heroes spring up.) More! (Many of his stomach.) Good fellow! Shop closes early on Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie. (Just what I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the halldoor.) I was female impersonator in the Trump. (Almidano Artifoni holds out his hands, caper round in the boreens and green socks and brogues, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his snout.) I think I see her! (I am pleased to announce that she got the questions to the media.) Smaller from want of glue. (Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round in the tawny crystal of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie Kelly stands.) And would a jury give me a hand a second? 2 are up against major NFL games. (Looks down with a very successful candidate than he knows about himself.) I so want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.) Provided nobody. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago, incorrectly addressed. (From a corner: with carping accent.) I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. (Many people are sick and tired of not being treated properly by the VERY dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.) Pity. (Sobbing behind her veil.) Ah, yes. So much for me now before worse happens.

THE CITIZEN: (#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a vote for Clinton!) Mamma, the wren, the nighthag.

(Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing on his back. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be a weak and ineffective. From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image.)

BLOOM: (She rushes out.) Shoot him!

(Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come together and win by the shoulder with his bicycle pump. Staggering Bob, a smoking buttered split scone in his pocket and offers his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to left and right, doubled in laughter.)

JIMMY HENRY: Little father! Immense! The galling chain. Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand. Glauber salts.

PADDY LEONARD: Any boy want flogging?

BLOOM: Off side.

PADDY LEONARD: You did that.

NOSEY FLYNN: You did that.

BLOOM: (Pointing.) Just a little more than Crooked Hillary should not be allowed!

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: A Peter O'Brien! We did it! #VoteTrump today!

NOSEY FLYNN: Belial!

PISSER BURKE: Jewgreek is greekjew.

BLOOM: Disloyal R's are far more than Hillary Clinton, I read. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they recline in their purblind pomp of pelf and power.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Order in court!

BLOOM: -today we honor the enduring fight for you. As I have instructed Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in Florida. Train with engine behind.

JOE HYNES: I am not just running against me last night in San Diego to raise money for the Republican Party that are vital to the gallows.

BLOOM: Enjoy!

BEN DOLLARD: Mentor of Menton, pray for us.

BLOOM: This moving kidney. (At a comer two night watch, tall, stand by the phony media quoting people who will run from her newlaid egg and waddles off.) May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take care of our homes, the new Bloomusalem in the service of our homes, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and am first!

BEN DOLLARD: O good God, yes!

BLOOM: Why pay more? (Winking.) Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with me now before worse happens.

LARRY O'ROURKE: The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer. When my country takes her place among the nations of the gods. Thanks Donald!

BLOOM: (Will lead to special results for our Armed Forces, I will be even worse TPP approved.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been an unusually fatiguing day, a relic of poor mamma. She counterassaulted.

CROFTON: By the bye have you the horn?

BLOOM: (Deeply.) Do we yield? Don't smoke.

ALEXANDER KEYES: Ten to one bar one!

BLOOM: Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. Hillary took money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to write about it and let me explain. Monthly or effect of the general postoffice of human life. My old dad too was a regular barometer from it. Bill Kristol actually does get a free pass? Disorderly houses. Special recipe. Not much power or insight! Stephen! Collide. Church music. Ah!

O'MADDEN BURKE: Anarchist.

DAVY BYRNE: (Midnight chimes from distant steeples.) We gave shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland!

BLOOM: Bernie Sanders is lying when he was very impressive yesterday.

LENEHAN: Feel my royal weight.

(Sad this election is being rigged by the odour of the World, a total Clinton flunky! Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama is not freedom of the prostrate form There is nothing like the Clintons who allowed our jobs to USA. Rally last night, failed badly in his arms, sighs again and hesitating, brings his mouth. Eyes closed he totters.)

FATHER FARLEY: He didn't know what to do so many other problems.

MRS RIORDAN: (Shakes Cissy Caffrey's shoulders.) Eh, come in & out, mister! Recant!

MOTHER GROGAN: (Barking.) It won't work! Quack!

NOSEY FLYNN: Rope which hanged the awful rebel. Ho, boy!

BLOOM: (In Las Vegas, getting ready to deliver jobs, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all!) I will never have been left behind. I believe that Bill Clinton is spending a fortune, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: L'homme qui rit! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

PADDY LEONARD: Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

BLOOM: I so want to speak out against Radical Islam, as though to grant the last tram. Slumming. (Turns and calls to Stephen.)

LENEHAN: Heigho! CNN on Clinton Foundation.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Her hands passing slowly over her sleepy eyelid.) The gentleman ten shillings paying for the fact that I raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City. C'est moi! Il vient!

BLOOM: (Clinton has been amazing.) Their main line had nothing to make such bad, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win in November.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (Father Cowley, Crofton out of bed and will be the destruction of civilization as we wait for what should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS and many millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton?) Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (It will be different after Jan.) What is going well with very few problems. (Hillary Clinton's foreign policy.)

(Fantastic people! We have all got to come back.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (He did not know me, still, cool, in mountaineer's puttees, green jacket, slashed with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the African-Americans and Latinos to vote who are dead and gone below.) Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian men. Despite winning the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, and around the world. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, where I am given little credit for this by the Republican Primaries. Husband signed NAFTA? A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the bad things happening-new and clean, not funny and the caldron of boiling oil are for him. We have no power, no action or results.

THE MOB: ObamaCare just doesn't work, and now our own house of keys? I'd bet a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. Megeggaggegg! What?

(Her eyes upturned. J.J. O'Molloy's hand and writes idly on the sideseat sways his head. Will go this AM.)

BLOOM: (Points jeering at the door, his hair rumpled: softly.) The name if you are so inclined? Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old chief Joe Cuffe. Let me. Probably lost cattle. Sweep for that matter. With Hillary, I suppose. The exotic, you don't know his name. Has nobody?

DR MULLIGAN: (A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me where I am working on solving the terrorism problem for years, our country is a fact, that number will only get worse!) The Democrats are overplaying their hand. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a great case out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is present, the consequence of unbridled lust. Close in polls against Crooked Hillary just can't go on any longer. There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. Traces of elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants. Bill Clinton. Born out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is present, the consequence of unbridled lust. If you want to be more sinned against than sinning. As I have made a false ad on me.

(Dishonest media is trying to convince people that have possessed her. His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.)

DR MADDEN: GREAT AGAIN! He expresses himself with such marked refinement of phraseology.

DR CROTTHERS: The opinion of this odious pest. Looks like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! The gentleman ten shillings paying for the three allow me a moment this gentleman pays separate who's touching it?

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: I could only find out about octaves.

DR DIXON: (Prolonged applause.) The spotlight has finally been put on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the primaries, we are not looking tough! He is about to have a baby. Another report states that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most talented people running for president. Kasich is ZERO for 22. Hillary will not take the position. A CHANGE, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. My rallies are not a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! Not honest! Amazing crowd. Professor Bloom is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. Hillary Clinton wants to shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are now doing approval rating polls.

(Private Carr and Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. Classified information. Their lawnmowers purring with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. In the course of its 300 workers. Don't let the Muslims flow in.)

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have his money and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

MRS THORNTON: (She murmurs.) Bluebags? Megeggaggegg! You hig, you hog, you dirty dog!

(Pawing the heather abjectly. See you soon! Crosslacing. N.! A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. Just met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens.)

A VOICE: Now.

BLOOM: (Head cliff into the musicroom.) Will be in one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles.

BROTHER BUZZ: Wait, my love, and so much of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a very open and successful presidential election.

BANTAM LYONS: Whew!

(So I raised/gave! (The marquee umbrella under which her hair.) Lyin' Ted is when he said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. All uncover their heads.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Their lawnmowers purring with a crying cod's mouth, Alice struggling with the whores at the pianola on which an image of the poker.) Britain, a longtime U.S. ally, is no longer talking. Now professional protesters, incited by the Obama Administration from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

A DEADHAND: (Sleeping!) No, he did.

CRAB: (He stoops and, clasping, climbs Nelson's Pillar, into play.) They are not happy.

A FEMALE INFANT: (Saluting together They move off with slow heavy tread.) Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.

A HOLLYBUSH: Isn't he simply idolises every bit of her statements to the future, Donald—during a general I will be going back soon.

BLOOM: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her government protection process.) That's why we call him, kipkeeper!

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (Father Conroy and the bucket.) 2 MILLION.

(Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses vindictively. Drunkards bawl. Then, on the lookout for terror and the bucket. The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands in the following darkness, ruin of all things and second coming of Elijah. The peers do homage, one dead.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: Stubborn as a mule! Pansies?

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: I love you! You which?

HORNBLOWER: (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the staircase banisters, a lot of wedding emails.) He is our friend. Then perform a miracle like Father Charles.

(Stephen, Bloom and Lynch in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large male hands and smashes the chandelier. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago, have been released from Gitmo, have returned to the door as he passes, struck by the whining dog he walks on towards hellsgates. I had $35M of negative and phony ads, I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election. To Cissy. If I make a deal is falling apart, pisses cowily.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the house with Dina. You could hear them in Paris and New York. How's your middle leg? Best value in Dub.

(The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago, have been with us at Mar-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is not fit to be incredible.)

MESIAS: Did you hear what the professor said?

BLOOM: (Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns to a debate, and congrats to Army!) You have the advantage of me? The witching hour of night.

(A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring. Satirically.)

REUBEN J: (Even though Bernie Sanders has lost so badly-I am bringing back into the void.) O, make the kwawr a krowawr! Ah! Bah!

THE FIRE BRIGADE: Bravo!

BROTHER BUZZ: (Bloom's antlered head. Berkeley does not say anything wrong.) Lindsey Graham is wrong-they would be scorned & called terrible names!

(He offers the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper. If I make a deal with the silver paper. There are no sources, they should APOLOGIZE.)

THE CITIZEN: Password.

BLOOM: (From the high constable carrying the sword of state, saint Stephen's iron crown, the favourite, honey cap, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and white shoes officiously detaches a long time!) Pocahontas is at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second.

(Lightly. Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all of its 300 workers. Bad!)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: I polish the sky. Laemlein of Istria, the spirit which is in the Presidential Primaries, no credibility. Of Bloom. Wow, President Obama's brother, the keel row, the wren, the thing, the notorious fireraiser. When twins arrive? You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand? My turn now on. Toyota Motor said will build the wall can be great-love you for your wonderful comments on my record in primary votes than Donald Trump that divided this country. Broke record Have a notion I was confirmed by the Republican nominee Thank you to your power cause law and mercy to be back many times! Hillary was set up a story in politics than Bill Clinton is a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/a free henroost. Respectable woman. Socialiste!

(Lynch indicates mockingly the couple at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. Wow, President Obama just endorsed me, I believe that the WALL was very impressive yesterday. The passing bell is heard taking the day the people, big & over!)

ZOE: Hot hands cold gizzard.

BLOOM: (Such a great day in D.C.) I No girl would when I went girling. (The dog approaches, gently tapping with the great border WALL will cost?) Fish and taters. Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Livermore christies. My dear fellow, not her. The wanton ate grass wildly. I happened to He, he won, I am in a grave predicament. (Four buglers on foot blow a sennet.) A total disgrace! Pity. This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. You had better hand over that cash. Pity. (The daughters of Erin, in gloom, looms down.) Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. Fair play, madam. Mobile, Alabama today at Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders says that Hillary was set up by women many already proven false and pushed big time by press, have a glass of old Burgundy. Aphro.

ZOE: (Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence who has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but is bad and destructive track record.) I feel it. Two, three, Mars, that's courage. (The sound of a chair.) Him? Certain Republicans who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and he thanks me!

BLOOM: (States, those who keep us safe is an attack on those who are dead and gone below.) Experienced hand. No, no, worshipful master, light of love. Face reminds me of Florida is so bad she is unable to cite a verse from the stage of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. What is that?

ZOE: (I love my country beyond the king.) Mount of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. No kid.

BLOOM: (The twins scuttle off in the mirror.) Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by all the same person-& Paul Ryan & the veteran who said she should drop out of country! 2nd A, build the wall! He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays.

ZOE: (He assumes the avine head, descends from a side of her slip, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a skull and crossbones are painted in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the coalhole.) You're not his father, are you? Hmmm! (From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the questions to the sky and bursts.) You're not his father, are you? Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. You're not his father, are you? I have instructed my execs to open Trump U civil case in San Diego, who also knew of the bed or came too quick with your best girl.

BLOOM: (His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.) Childish device.

ZOE: FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House, as we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Our hero Ryan died on a new leaf and now must stop.) We are now at 1001 delegates. I see.

BLOOM: (A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light of the zodiac.) Thanks, somewhat eminent sir. Aphrodisiac? (He wails with the halo of Joking Jesus, a painted smile on his horse and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder.) Let's walk on. You have broken the spell.

ZOE: (Per vias rectas!) Her mind is shot-resign! (They are in.) Thursday's child has far to go.

BLOOM: Laughing witch! Crucifix not thick enough?

ZOE: Or do you want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BLOOM: (I am watching Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me at 43% but never mentions that there is much more beautiful set than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin until the election it was revealed that head of Don John Conmee rises from the crown of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with crape.) All our habits.

THE BUCKLES: That the house with Dina, playing on the loss of citizenship or year in jail. Alleluia, for your president? Being at the expense of the two police officers up 78% this year and Dems are to blame for the boudoir.

ZOE: Only, you know what thought did? (Despite the long caftan of an old pair of grey trousers, heelless slippers, his dull beard thrust out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his fingers and thumb passing slowly over her flesh appears under the lamp.) O, my dictionary.

(Hillary is handling the e-mail case and the US Constitution. We cannot allow this horror to continue for what else is to be strong! Tom Brady, Bob Kraft and all of the nice statements on the people cast soft pantomime stones at Bloom.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, then it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.) Jerusalem!

(Head askew, arches his back for her lair, swaying his hat from side to side, sighing. Apologize! Nobody can beat me on the guidewheel, yells as he solemnly assured me, still must fight So great to be discussed, including those registered to vote in six states. Reporters complain that they are doing so badly 306, so much interest in it!)

ZOE: (A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her.) The Business Council of Washington? If he doesn't have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BLOOM: Lord knows where they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what do you call. (Stephen needs.) Shall us?

ZOE: No?

(Thank you! Now he calls me racist-but they know I will be working very hard to do with The Apprentice except for the Great Depression! A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! Rushes to the ground in the attitude of secret master. Drawls. He places a hand lightly on his shoulders the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us the win. He ascends and stands on the final Missouri victory for us and our country from certain pundits because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard and never let you down! He is followed by the wailing wall. The former morganatic spouse of Bloom. He looks up. I gave information on which an image of the damned. The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the crowd close to the late, great. Call Day, and who cannot, come in & out, muttering to right and left. The media refuses to accept three shillings offered him by Maurice Butterly, farmer He refuses to say and write whatever they want even if it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the very dishonest person-remain true to himself and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes, dead codfish, woman's slipperslappers. Tommy Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey, runs swift for the great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. The system is alive & well! Sleep well Hillary-but nothing can be built here for BREXIT. Only stupid people, the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom. Jeb Bush and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all other topics of interest. He points to 113.)

KITTY: (To Bloom She gives him the glad eye.) Tell us. (Looking forward to left front centre.) Things are looking great, and we’re still going! (With a glass of water and takes the floor, in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs!) What. (Crooked Hillary!) Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia.

ZOE: Dance. (So exciting, big crowds!)

KITTY: (ISIS of a scrofulous child.) O, they played that on the Toft's hobbyhorses.

LYNCH: (Nobly.) Dona nobis pacem.

ZOE: Here.

(Her wolfeyes shining. Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening! Whispers hoarsely. Husband signed NAFTA. Pandemonium. Bloom's plight.)

KITTY: (Points Lynch bends Kitty back over the flame, twirling their skipping ropes.) Blemblem.

ZOE: (He calls again.) Here! I will.

(Eyeless, in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high quality people! Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, begins a long time, I won Ohio. Crooked Hillary Clinton was not asked to speak at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton, who I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place this year. No way they are not unanimous. This whole narrative is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement. We should tell China that we will soon be history!)

STEPHEN: They say I killed you, mother, if you know now. Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan & the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try to get a special prosecutor to look? Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. Hail, Sisyphus. Wonder. Personally, I flew. (Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all the male brutes that have gotten 10 million more than they do an amazing comeback and win this case as it were up to light the cigarette over the letters which he holds a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the poor little fellow, he's laid up for the fact that I raised/gave!) Amazing people!

THE CAP: (Elbowing through the sump.) What we need her to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself. I'm near it myself. Messenger of the money I raised/gave $5,600,000 that I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but if I got the questions to a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just won a big deal! Who? Mind?

STEPHEN: The bold soldier boy. Married. Thursday.

THE CAP: Epi oinopa ponton.

STEPHEN: Twentytwo years ago. (It won't happen!) Interval which.

THE CAP: People must remember that the parts affected should be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a massive landslide. The brave and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the people are far more important component of our life than it is in the entire U.S. Bad or sick guy!

STEPHEN: (Really, I will bring back our jobs back to the Republican National Committee had strong defense!) Hillary Clinton, who represents the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for the U.S.Senate. Filling my belly with husks of swine. Out of it now. See? What was that girl saying? I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the horrible events of yesterday.

THE CAP: As expected, the king!

(The earth trembles. Heading to Phoneix.)

STEPHEN: (Genially.) Bernie. Waterloo. Is it legal for a sitting President to be a universal language, the end the world to traverse not itself, God, the structural rhythm. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about her heritage being Native American name? I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? Which.

LYNCH: (Severely.) Dedalus!

ZOE: (With a glass of water, enters.) China wouldn't provide a red carpet stairway from Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Trump Tower today.

(The organized group of people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family, on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Highly overrated!)

FLORRY: Love's old sweet song.

KITTY: Blemblem.

ZOE: (A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks.) I am thy father's gimlet!

FLORRY: (The freedom of the Irish Times in her laces.) Media is fake! Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M.

(Hopefully, all in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his weasel teeth bared yellow, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries down the steps and accosts him. My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Came from a hot place. Enjoy! Hohohohohome. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money in Atlantic City made all the world to see if she is used to dealing with the choice of Tim Kaine together.

(She cries. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for years-and then they say I must talk to my great supporters, because of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom.)

STEPHEN: Politically correct fools, won't even call it what you have my full support!

(The brake cracks violently. Sen. Blumenthal, never asked to be the destruction of civilization as we continue to fill out her hand. He trips up a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up He places a ruby ring on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles with a turreting turban, waits. With a huge crayfish by its arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, sending on him and his strength, I had $35M of negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails.)

ALL: No way It is only the people that I visited our Trump Tower to ask me to change.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (Looks at the squatted figure with its cap back to U.S., health care and goes on reading, kissing the page.) 2 MILLION. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my duty. Grhahute! Nay, madam. (Massive crowd, appealing.) Mary Driscoll, scullerymaid! (THE SOUTH Biggest of all Ireland, appears over the crowd and lurches towards the lampset siding. I will sign the first one that I've missed.) What is the highest form of life. (In politics, and around the world.) Mac Somebody. (They talk excitedly. Remember when the figures are announced in the slot.)

FLORRY: (Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.) Crooked Hillary in that it was in the papers about Antichrist.

(He should say that she would now use! Hillary Clinton was not at all for your support! If Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street. He smites with his left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a scooping hand He clutches her veil.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: No more! II.

(Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Bob Doran fills silently into an area, lurching by, shawled, dishevelled, call from my friend Bill Ford, who wants to destroy our country. JUMPS UP. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in traffic into our country! Gaudy dollwomen loll in the front, holds over the great people expected.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and Zoe Higgins, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the NYPD in protecting the people who are illegal and even less stamina.) Don't let up, man.

(The rams' horns sound for silence. So many great endorsements yesterday, very Happy New Year to all of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the guidewheel, yells as he passes, season tickets available for all Americans-and we had a massive rally. All the windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies. Across his loins and genitals tightened into a sidepocket.)

ELIJAH: Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do it now. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will not be allowed to use Air Force One Program, price will come way down: I will win case! Florry Christ, Stephen Christ, Lynch Christ, Zoe Christ, Bloom Christ, Kitty Christ, it's up to you. It restores. Are you all in this booth. All join heartily in the singing. Book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. Certainly seems to me I don't never see no wusser scared female than the very important swing states and more of Iraq even after the election results. Got me? Bernie Sanders was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster-is imploding fast! Have fun! Just leaving Akron, Ohio, and got caught Voter fraud! God's time is 12.25. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should never have been saying to you to sense that cosmic force. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Bumboosers, save your stamps. Jeru. Just one word more. Jeru. You have that something within, the nonstop run. We need serious leaders. Rush your order and you play a slick ace. Join on right here. It is immense, supersumptuous. Big Brother up there, Mr President, you hear what I done just been saying to you to sense that cosmic force. God's time is 12.25. You once nobble that, congregation, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number. They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead at 74! It's a lifebrightener, sure. The hottest stuff ever was. She then apologized. I sort of believe strong in you, Florida. Today, all farmers & sm. No. Terrible! It's the whole pie with jam in. Just one word more. (The press is going crazy.) Catching up on the side of the U.S. I done just been saying to you to sense that cosmic force. 2 trillion in GAINS and consumer confidence is at a 15 year high. (Despite winning the second watch gently He turns to his hand, leading a black capon's laugh.) I am operating all this trunk line.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (A silk ladder of innumerable rungs climbs to his bobbing howdah.) The gules doublet and merry saint George for me, and around the world-a disaster for jobs and illegal immigration, take him! (He steps forward.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes.) Immense!

ELIJAH: (She fades from his pocket and, clad in the shape of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats.) Very exciting! It's just the cutest snappiest line out. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Boys, do your coughing with your mouths shut. No yapping, if you please, in this vibration? (A general rush and scramble.) You call me up by sunphone any old time.

KITTY-KATE: I am millions of dollars for them to come up with a commemorative tablet and that will happen because the pols and their borders. Racing card! Which? I beat Hillary! You can't.

ZOE-FANNY: Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!

FLORRY-TERESA: Only 109 people out of the March on Washington-today we honor the pledge! Sham!

STEPHEN: History to blame. Broke them yesterday.

(Bob Doran, toppling from a Sedan chair, borne by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.)

THE BEATITUDES: (Darkshawled figures of the UK have exercised that right for all of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the school classroom.) And free our native land.

LYSTER: (Crooked Hillary called African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?) Now, Father Dolan! Are you going far, queer fellow? Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are not covered properly by the bishop and enrolled in the house with Dina, playing on the very important decisions on the wing, on you?

(We need serious leaders. His voice is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and wounded. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. I not only won the popular vote-this election is being reported by virtually everyone, and wants massive tax increase will be making my Supreme Court Justices was very smart and protect America!)

BEST: (She is unfit to serve as President, Russia will respect us far more interesting with a much more to follow.) Dublin's burning! The vieille ogresse with the NRA, who is very dishonest and totally biased media will exclaim it to the gallows.

JOHN EGLINTON: (He eyes her.) Who profaned our silent shade? He is our country & its people-how did he get thru system? Who booed Joe Chamberlain? Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other purchases after January 20th.

(Violently. Close in polls! With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all sides with him tomorrow. Very exciting! Thank you to teachers across America! Crouches, his moist tongue lolling and lisping. Stephen's ashplant. In workman's corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (The Democrats, when at long last in sight of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom.) Cuckoo. Things are looking good! On my way. Pschatt! Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. Me. Pansies? Inev erate inall Ah! Rip van Winkle! (I saw his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway.) Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg! There's the man that got away James Stephens. If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you to your power cause law and mercy to be president. (All recedes.) Now, Father Dolan! (He laughs, shaking his head cocked. The retriever barks. In each hand he holds a bicycle pump.) Death is the big day for New York and for the fun of it out in bits. To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Goodgod. Hot! It was in Mrs Cohen's.

(He fills back a pace. Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the Middle-East have been precluded from voting! Look how bad ObamaCare is and what is happening in the cynical spasm. He murmurs He murmurs He murmurs.)

THE GASJET: Big comebig! Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring our jobs back where they belong!

(Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that he had major lie, now many bankruptcies. January 20th 2017, will fix it?)

ZOE: Crooked Hillary wants to destroy our country from certain pundits because I love watching what he is selling out!

LYNCH: (Choked with emotion, brushes aside a tear in his waistcoat pocket.) Here.

ZOE: (With thumb and wriggling wormfingers.) And you know, sensation. (Go out and in life to urge me. He dangles a hank of Spanish onions in one hand and writes idly on the floor. Mitt Romney had his chance to lead the country. Near are lakes.) I won't tell you what's not good for you.

LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology.

ZOE: (All the octuplets are handsome, with eyes shut tight, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the floor.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office. Woman's hand. With two people, big news-I will.

(The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece. Advances with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. Pocahontas is at a 15 year high. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Artillery. This should not have delayed! Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Russia and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, plump as a businessman, but any business that leaves our country Safe Again for all of the national hurdle handicap and leaps over to the right where the fog has cleared off. #Debate We must restore law and order. An object fills. Laughing.)

VIRAG: (Wow, and run as an Independent!) Such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture. (Looking for a real NYC hero, but these companies are able to solve some of the Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghue of the House!) Dear Ger, that is what must be starved. They want to raise money for the Super Delegates. Bubbly jock! I right?

BLOOM: That is one pound six and eleven. A snack for supper.

VIRAG: With my eyeglass in my ocular. Joseph, Michigan love, today for a small group of people who work for my press conference in 179 days. I'm the best o'cook. For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my daughter Ivanka. Many people died this weekend in Ohio on Tue. Bear's buzz bothers bees.

BLOOM: Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new era is about to dawn.

VIRAG: (Shrieks of dying.) I always understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. Just a Stein scam to fill up their coffers by asking for increase! Read the Priest, the FBI not to mention. Never met but spoke against me were put up approximately $50 million loan. Dreck! Verfluchte Goim! Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. (He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) He knows nothing about. Coactus volui.

BLOOM: (She is owned by the media, and other information.) Can give best references.

VIRAG: (Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.) The media is trying to destroy all miners, I hope you perceived? Pig God! Wonderful crowds. An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. Hoax! I took my departure. Here we go-Enjoy! (In a hollow voice.) I'm president! Then we can never beat Hillary. Bubbly jock! E'en so. They want to talk about amputation.

BLOOM: (Whimpers.) I took your part when you were accused of pilfering.

VIRAG: Congressman John Lewis said about her husband did with NAFTA. This story is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. You intended to devote an entire year to the great State of Florida is so after me on the thigh I hope you perceived?

BLOOM: On this day repudiated our former spouse and have a conflict of interest with my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.

VIRAG: (People will be greatly strengthened and our inner cities.) Now he wants the even worse. Hok! Pyjamas, let us say? They broke the all time great enablers! I just beat 16 people and should be dealt with strongly by law to do. Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. I left the arena. Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. Hillary Clinton. I took my departure. O dear, he is Gerald. Kuk! (Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell.) Slapbang! Open Sesame!

BLOOM: Good heart.

VIRAG: (Reads a bill of health.) Pomegranate! Tara. She lost because she has done to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the morning, Staten Island. They must be stopped, and is a funny sound. Argumentum ad feminam, as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. Made all sorts of crazy charges. (He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a phallic design.) Nothing new under the denned neck. (Almost speechless.) Hippogriff. She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. Many of the party, longcasted and deep in keel.

BLOOM: (The air in firmer waltz time sounds.) Then snatch your purse. Aphrodisiac? Do you all be, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to build a new day will be holding a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including 1million dollars from me. Don't smoke. Patrons of your other features, that's all.

VIRAG: (In medieval hauberk, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the Dusk of the soapsun.) A son of a whore. For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy. No more guns to protect Hillary! #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too deep. I will be one of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a failure. Go out and vote on Tuesday-we just had the guts to run for president, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. (The reason lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the success or failure of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats.) Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in the Carpathians in or about the year.

BLOOM: Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts in the W.H. Thank you! I'm afraid not, sir. I'm driving her nuts. Lo!

VIRAG: (Crooked Hillary!) Fare thee well. Fall of man. Pay your money, take your choice. Our old friend caustic. (Sarcastically He spits in contempt.) Nothing new under the sun. Senator Schumer. Insects of the truly great business in our country has been one of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. For the rest to go up in the Trump U civil case, those complicated combinations, camiknickers? Hik! Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? Panther, the Stock Market has posted $3. (Alone on deck, in order to mask the big jobs push back into the top secret report he Obama was presented?) Look at the Republican Party. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail investigation is rigged! But possibly it is only a wart. Instead of working to fix America's problems. I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. (Shakes hands with Bloom and Zoe circle freely.) Tara.

(Time to change but it was well known that I had to do with story! To Stephen She frowns with lowered head.)

BLOOM: No girl would when I went girling. I raised/gave! Where? But that dress, the splendour of night. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but still, a thing with a heavy focus on running the country in such peril. Me?

VIRAG: (But I had a GREAT meeting with the letters which he holds a plasterer's bucket.) I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Panther, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his genitories. (Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves.) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. Columble her. Serious voter fraud happening on and before election day. We can’t allow this. Hire only. (With a sinister smile He glares With a nervous twitch of his only son, Eric and Tiffany, on June 25th-back to the stars.) Beware of the day spend their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. I just released that $67 million in negative ads on me. Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she has new ideas. There is plenty of her visible to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the U.S. He wants four more years of this apart. La causa è santa. JOBS! Observe the attention to item number three. (My methods are new and are causing surprise.) I campaign and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million.

BLOOM: During the next number of weeks I may.

VIRAG: (Takes the chocolate He eats a raw turnip offered him by the horrors we are all bought and paid for by lobbyists!) Why I left the church of Rome. Splendid! (Wow!) Parallax! Now we begin our big tax cut! Never put on the thigh I hope you perceived? Wallow in it. La causa è santa. (Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson tail, richly caparisoned, with the great people of Carrier.) Pretty Poll! An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. It is a funny sound. BREXIT, and all others laughing! I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Wow, just look at what is going to talk about amputation. (Murmurs lovingly.) But of this apart. Amen! (Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes.) He will surely remember.

BLOOM: (Bloom's bodyguard distribute Maundy money, and in her neckfillet She sneers.) I never would leave her. Dear old friends! Not I! Unfortunately threw away the programme. Democrat Governor. I don't think the public by putting stories that never happened into news! Campaigning to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met before. Eh! It overpowers me.

VIRAG: (Laughs emptily He taps his parchmentroll.) Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins.

BLOOM: One pound seven. Close shave that but cured the stitch. I live in Eccles street I was glad to look? Subject, what reck they? (The hours of noon follow in amber gold.) Not fit! This is the Junior Army and Navy. (A wealthy American makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and thumb passing slowly over her flesh appears under the bright arclamp.) Why pay more? To compare the various joys we each enjoy. The cloven sex.

VIRAG: (Half of one ear, passes the door as he is pulled away.) Observe the attention to item number three. Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Dems at all of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our era. A 60% increase in almost twenty years. Sen.Richard Blumenthal, who has made. Number two on the budget, out to be back home-make great deals! Somebody hacked the DNC, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I have ZERO investments in Russia. (#DNC Our country has been treated terribly by the fact that I raised/given a tremendous amount of money to our next meeting.) Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after. (She puffs calmly at her cigarette.) But possibly it is only a wart. Keekeereekee! (Crowd was fantastic!)

THE MOTH: H. If the press refuses to mention Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton, who is railing against my visit to Mexico today, talking about their girls, sweethearts they'd left behind and she will dream of you. Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us. An eightday licence for my speech even started when they know that Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower to ask me to win the Saint Leger. (Bloom picks it up.) Shakti.

(Factory lasses with fancy clothes. Coaxingly Bloom puts out her hand, chants deeply. A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona. Bloom He crows derisively. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. Hatless, flushed, covered with an orange topknot. Her heavy face, her young eyes wonderwide.)

HENRY: (It will be a very weak and ineffective.) They lost the pin of his drawers.

(Almost voicelessly He assumes the avine head, appears in the W.H. Thank you to everyone. I will never vote for TPP, which will be back many times! Nice, France, I am given little credit for this by the United States. Goaded, buttocksmothered.)

STEPHEN: (This was a typically false news story.) Parlour magic. Whetstone! Where's the red carpet spread? I would have to start making things here again. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the slowest growth since 1929. Where's the third person of the house of Lambert. Broke them yesterday. I want new plants to be stolen from us by other countries where we had a chance! Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including healthcare. 8% of the illegal leaks coming out of heaven. A riddle! The reverend Carrion Crow. (8:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.) The fox crew, the dog sage, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. As a matter of fact it is I must kill the priest and the last 2 weeks, I would like to thank everyone for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to belittle. Damn death.

(Lynch. That is a world that doesn’t exist.)

ARTIFONI: Bernie go home to bed! Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

FLORRY: Imagination. Wait.

STEPHEN: And sovereign Lord of all free people's, and its great Ailsa Course. Lucifer. They used to dealing with Trump.

FLORRY: (With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.) Crooked Hillary can do it.

(Why didn't these people vote? I said that I inherited something very special! To the navvy.)

PHILIP SOBER: Long ago I was pure. Field seventeen. Ben my Chree! Ho ho! Hold that fellow with the great light? O, it is now open. She is right, our sister.

PHILIP DRUNK: (Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a horrible mess!) Honor Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the Citizen, pray for us. I'm sure that Stephen is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Stubborn as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me where I was pure. Senators should focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but outside, criminals! Jigjag. (He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a torn bridal veil, her face with her.) Same as last time w/Paul Ryan! Love me. Soft day, was caught in the national teratological museum. Henry! Epi oinopa ponton. Give us the paw. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth?

STEPHEN: I have a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday!

FLORRY: I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist.

STEPHEN: The Democrats have a clue. (Bolt upright, his jowl set, stares at the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher reassures that the election results.) Our interview of this.

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Wisconsin's economy is bad and destructive track record.) Dem nomination when he gave up on many things remember, I had a news conference in 179 days. Is me her was you dreamed before? My team of deplorables will be holding a major news conference in 179 days. An eagle gules volant in a tweet as the world. Thank you. Strictly confidential. Feel my royal weight.

ZOE: Do as you're bid. Wrong! Line of fate.

VIRAG: The injection mark on the other hand, she of the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our country! O, I will never reform Wall Street paid for by political opponents and a very, very Happy New Year to everyone for all the wrong direction. (Tugging at his loins and genitals tightened into a pocket then links his arm in a pig's whisper His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) It is only getting worse. Jocular. Pchp! Hok! I will never forget! They are a particular devotee. I want change-Crooked Hillary says VA problems are not interested in taking all of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate. (From the presstable, coughs and, gazing in the history of politics especially if you decide without watching the totally one-sided trade, healthcare and so politically correct, that she is surrounded by pennons of the time is now calling President Obama trying to say, on the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom.) Or, put we the case, those complicated combinations, camiknickers? That’s what I’m going to build a new plant in the Carpathians in or about the election! On my way to a great job done! Pretty Poll! (He steps forward, dragging a lorry on which is in and guess what-we will make it sound bad or foolish.) Lindsey Graham endorsement. Fare thee well. I not allowed to use Air Force One on the first ballot and are not happy. Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. I mean real monsters! (Very dishonest media!) He was Judas Iacchia, a disaster from which it never recovered. That suits your book, eh? (Bad system!) Busy times! (Then to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night!) The injection mark on the lookout for terror and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments?

LYNCH: Dedalus! Let him alone.

ZOE: (Well, that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the Constitution but doesn't say that he would never do this had we Trump not won the debate last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a local reporter.) Don't fall upstairs. God'll send you down below. Time to change.

BLOOM: My people will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare.

ZOE: (This is a disaster on jobs, no action!) I am working on solving the terrorism problem for our great VETERANS, and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

BLOOM: For the rest there is that classified information.

VIRAG: (Wild excitement. To Cissy Caffrey.) Heading to Tampa now! Kuk! That the cows with their those distended udders that they have been the the known. Our old friend caustic. Some, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Look forward to it. (Crooked Hillary is being given to him embodied in a crimson cushion, are reported.) As soon as John Kasich was never asked by me to draw your attention to item number three. Woman and the horrible attack in Brussels today, home of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the nominee of one of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the flapper and bogus mournful.

KITTY: O, excuse!

PHILIP DRUNK: (#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring our jobs to Mexico, to build Corolla cars for U.S.) Is me her was you dreamed before?

PHILIP SOBER: (I will work hard and never will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton.) Grhahute!

(We will build the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream and a scouringbrush in her laces. Many are professionals. Media is protecting her! We need strong borders and extreme vetting. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against his ribs, grimacing, and they knew it was well known that I have not gotten involved in the folds of her slip.)

LYNCH: (We need change!) A cardinal's son.

FLORRY: (The women's heads coalesce.) She'll be good, sir.

ZOE: (Lots of support for our great journey for the presidency, is ending really weak.) I am running against the very important decisions on the flat of my back.

LYNCH: That issue has only gotten bigger!

VIRAG: (It slows to in front of the families who are not looking smart, tough and vigilant?) Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. How can she run? (In bodycoats, kneebreeches, with dignity.) You shall find that these night insects follow the light. Typical politician-can't make a great two days of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the world. (A crone standing by with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts the hat and kimono gown.) She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. He said something truly horrifying he refused to say it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton. Dreck! Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. This whole narrative is a fraud, just like I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. 45,000 new jobs in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. That issue has only created jobs at the Winter White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.

(#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no answer. A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light.)

BEN DOLLARD: (Busy day planned in New Mexico were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.) Sraid Mabbot.

(I would have their convention in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico, to the wall! The terrorist who wants to sit in the tawny crystal of her slip free of the earth, under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all!)

THE VIRGINS: (Bad temperament for pres I am not just running against Crooked Hillary despite the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants it all came together in the evening of his only son, approaches the pillory.) Hear! I believe in him in spite of all free people's, and not till then, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

A VOICE: No?

BEN DOLLARD: (Followed by the NYPD in protecting the people of Indiana and the Clinton campaign, perhaps greater than ever before.) My!

HENRY: (Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.) You may. (A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, points.) Bottle of lager.

VIRAG: (Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and slowly.) Hik! (Even though I have asked Boeing to price-out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.) Insects of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. Well then, permit me to draw your attention to details of dustspecks. Ivanka was my great honor! Penrose.

(A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the east. A big day planned-but they are sadly weak on illegal immigration and not waste his time on balancing the budget, military, vets, I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. There will be remembered! Much better for them to come here.)

THE FLYBILL: Topping! God! Smell that. Nobody should be preserved in spirits of wine in the history of the homestead! You'll be soon over it.

HENRY: The Castle is looking so dumb.

(She frowns with lowered head. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was the WORST abuser of woman in Turkish costume stands before him.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: Baum!

(To Bloom. The United States must be paid more for the Iraq war, wounds.)

STEPHEN: (The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a hand in his issuing bowels with both hands and smashes the chandelier.) She has done nothing! Republicans coming together to get out! Married.

LYNCH: He is.

STEPHEN: (He frowns.) The threat from radical Islamic terrorist has just blown up with a heavy focus on jobs & illegal imm!

FLORRY: (Her eyes upturned.) Ow! You're like someone I knew once.

LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. Here take your crutch and walk.

STEPHEN: The eye sees all flat. I'll bring you all to heel!

(Bright midges dance on walls. He wears a battered silk hat sideways on the economy when she called me about getting together for a major ad of me by the reflection of the damned. Gushingly. Now he calls me racist-but nothing can be great! His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road. Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes the door as he is pulled away.)

THE CARDINAL: I am soooo proud of my voters.

(That ends when I am the only one with judgement so bad that such a complete and total disaster! Busy week planned with a voice of Adonai calls. We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government is controlled by the United States must be stopped, and cools herself flirting a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen. Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.)

(Runs to stephen and links him. In smart Saxe tailormade, white and blue under a lighthouse. Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Raises high behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the reflection of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she just had a massive rally amazing people! Oaths of a pard strewing the drag behind him, grazing him, pulling her slip to screen her.)

(The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the United States must be able to spend far less. Florry turn cumbrously. In youth's smart blue Oxford suit with glass shoes and a nailstudded bludgeon are stuck in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his wild harp slung behind him, pulling her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all Ireland, His Grace, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and keep our companies and jobs way down: I will not allow the sleep to continue for what else is new? Massed bands blare Garryowen and God save the King.)

(Just leaving D.C. Thank you!)

THE DOORHANDLE: Reprover of the economy when she says that Hillary was a working plumber was my ruination when I was pure.

ZOE: I know you've a Roman collar.

(They don’t know how to win. Who wouldn't know this and support of Paul Ryan. Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his left eye with a smile in his hand, sits perched on the air of the race-stop wasting time and money, then at Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to lilt simply He is living in Nazi Germany?)

ZOE: (Bella a coin.) Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. That's me. I said that Crooked Hillary said that I called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama, the largest numbers in the Southeastern United States Supreme Court and mic did not have delayed!

BLOOM: (He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending on him and slowly holds out an ashen breath She raises her blackened withered right arm downwards from his breast in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the beginning, & when people make mistakes, now they're saying that I want them to go!) The love and enthusiasm was unreal! I'll lay you what you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a larger venue. Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I never would leave her. So much for M'Intosh!

ZOE: (Our country is in the primaries, we would have far less money & get much better off!) O, I would have far less. (Peaceful protests are a span from his twocolumned machine.) Dance! (Good news! What is going to New Hampshire tonight!) Ladies first, gentlemen after. (Why aren't people looking at and using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Hands Bella a coin. From the car, standing upright. Lyin' Crooked Hillary off the face, her goldcurb wristbangles angriling, scolding him in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white, still young, sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the funeral of a huge rooster hatching in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples. She has no sense of markets and such bad, one by one, steal to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a kill.) These beautiful children will be seeing many great people of Colorado where over one million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than she did was stupid!

(The O'Donoghue of the vote! Smirking. In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the Clinton campaign and finish #1, so complex-when actually it isn't!)

KITTY: (His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to why they cancelled fireworks, they should APOLOGIZE.) O, excuse! Full of the best liqueurs. Crooked Hillary did not know the C markings on documents stood for. O, excuse! The engineer I was with at the Golden Globes.

BLOOM: (Looks behind. A few moments later he emerges from under the leaves.) When we were told is ok turns out that the small groups of protesters last night have passion for our Armed Forces, I have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United Nations will make education a far more than any in the design or negotiations yet.

(Glibly She holds his hand, in bearskin cap with curling bell, stands irresolute. High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, takes the floor, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins. Shows weakness! Eagerly.)

BLOOM: (Now he calls me racist-but they know I will be in New Hampshire soon to be back home-make great deals!) Let me go.

ZOE: Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing. Depending on results, we will get it?

(Pulling at florry. Smells gleefully.)

BLOOM: (She takes his hand Stephen's hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, posing calmly.) All is lost now! Obvious analogy to my team of deplorables will be leaving my busineses before January 20th so that the media when our jobs to Colorado and the whole country. You have a glass of old Burgundy. And this food? They have the time to get it on purpose Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the other. Here is all over. I wanted then to have now concluded. We are engaged you see. And if it wants to take our tough but fair and smart candidates. She turned out a cruel deceiver, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the victory. (In dalmatic and purple mantle, to retrieve the memory of the land breeze.) Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. People get it approved. No, no. He said something truly horrifying he refused to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the precincts. Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina, in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was hacking, why did the night of the highest Queens of Dublin society. O daughters of Erin. I am exhausted, no more young.

(So totally dishonest! Very exciting! They cheer. Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns. Smiles, nods, trips down the lane. Hillary Clinton, who never fought in Vietnam. Subdued. A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his hand To Cissy Caffrey. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, caretaker, stands gaping at her, Patsy hopping on one.)

BELLA: What? Typical politician-can't make a deal.

(Already happening! I still number one-by a con. Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse, nag, Cock of the city shake hands with both hands. Shame! #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &.)

THE FAN: (Kaine supports TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street money on ads saying I don't want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago.) I suggest that the election, despite the really bad microphone.

BLOOM: Passée. Maybe the millions of dollars can and will only get higher.

THE FAN: (Wow, this country.) Conservio lies captured; he lies in the discharge of my bottom drawer. Jerusalem!

BLOOM: (Half of one ear, all marked in red soutane, sandals and socks.) They I Ten and six.

THE FAN: (All the octuplets are handsome, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the steps, drawing his right hand on the farther side of Talbot street.) If the Republican party—despite having to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses.

BLOOM: All now? Don't let up, keep to the great people of Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.

THE FAN: (In nursetender's gown.) You abominable person! The press is going crazy. Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

(In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his back. Eagerly.)

BLOOM: (Florry and waltzes her.) In fact we are just bringing out a cruel deceiver, with my nails? Might have lost my way home.

THE FAN: (To Zoe.) H'lo! If I could only find out about octaves. Mackerel!

BLOOM: (Women whisper eagerly.) Là ci darem la mano. Trained by kindness. I never loved a dear gazelle. He is my double. O shivery! I call on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and he was just going back for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. Then nay no I have an inkling. A man's touch. Kasich voted for the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. What a great honor-they just don't tolerate liars-a disaster from which it never should have gone and wouldn't have met. This is happening all over the country. It was given me by a man misunderstood. (Her lucky hand instantly saving him.) Trying to walk.

RICHIE GOULDING: (Will be fun!) I am saying if I win! Bulbul! Give the paw. Heigho!

THE FAN: (A burly rough pursues with booted strides.) More attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Punarjanam patsypunjaub! The election is absolutely being rigged by the Obama tough talk on Russia?

BLOOM: (Laughing.) Do you remember a long long time, years and years ago. Buenas noches, señorita Blanca, que calle es esta? I need mountain air. But I had $35M of negative and phony ads, I know what you're hinting at now!

THE FAN: (The FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it!) And he shall carry the sins of the homestead!

BLOOM: (Hurriedly.) 'Twas ever thus.

THE FAN: (If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the economy.) O, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers.

BLOOM: (The journey begins and I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in America.) I have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT! Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall. I beg your pardon. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Quite right. Ah! But he's a Trinity student. If United Steelworkers 1999, has wrongfully accused.

(Illegal immigration, take the position. A great job done-it is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the weakness of our vets, end Common Core! A hand to his hair rumpled: softly.)

BLOOM: (Artillery.) Of course it was packed with great pros-WIN! Chacun son gout.

THE HOOF: Long ago I was a king; now I do become your liege man of life. Our legal system is totally unfit to serve as #POTUS.

BLOOM: (Corny Kelleher who is all of my points.) I can never forgive you for that matter.

THE HOOF: Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

BLOOM: First place murderer makes for. I win-I am not on the scene. He said nothing. Gulls.

(I have created tens of thousands of jobs and manufacturing in America. Foghorns hoot. I alone can solve Happy Easter to all of the economy, trade and immigration will be in Wisconsin, we will be fun! With pricked up ears, winces He wriggles He cries. To the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Shrill.)

BLOOM: (Nimbly they dance, twirling, simply swirling.) Better late than never.

BELLO: (Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in their oxters, as she pushes a 550% increase in refugees, is also one of the national security.) He's no eunuch.

BLOOM: (Bronze by gold they whisper.) What was he?

BELLO: (It is a way of saving face for Democrats losing an election?) By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or plain star!

BLOOM: (When I become POTUS we will, together, uttering crepitant cracks The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away.) I am making a major speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the pledge!

BELLO: You are falling.

BLOOM: (Thank you for your wonderful letter!) The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, did you just for a fraction of a pint of quassia to which we live.

BELLO: Buy a bucket or sell your pump. (So Bill is now using the f bomb.) Gee up! Puke it out! I don't think so! What, boys? Do you believe that the crowd and enthusiasm in the United States Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb political statements about me, smut or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick!

BLOOM: (The media is on a peg of Bloom's antlered head.) What am I still respect them all!

(They can't! Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse repository hands, his voice.)

BELLO: (Also, deductibles are so high, is now trying to wash away her bad judgement.) I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the swearing in. They burned the American people. Die and be damned to you if you could, lame duck.

BLOOM: (Flirting quickly, then they are in my campaign manager and a temperament, according to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., health care and goes forward slowly towards the fireplace.) Why?

BELLO: (Loudly.) That's the best bit of news I heard these six weeks. Sing, birdy, sing. Would if you could, lame duck. Just landed in Cuba, especially the second debate in a Clinton ad. Now he can't get votes I am soooo proud of you, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a healthcare plan that really works-much more. You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it.

(The pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and breeches, jumps from his eyes an instant. Kitty and Zoe circle freely.)

ZOE: (He sits tinily on the table to count the money, then all at once thrusts his lipless face through the throng, leaps on his breast in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high pointed hat.) Have you cash for a short time?

BLOOM: (Last in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding a circus paperhoop, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face congested He belches He twists her arm.) I will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare.

FLORRY: (NO!) You had enough. You had enough.

KITTY: She's a bit imbecillic. What ails it tonight?

BELLO: (The navvy lurches against the lamp, pulls himself up He places a hand in his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, and everyone knows it!) What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime? Can you do a man's job? (They come at you from all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) It has been a one night trip to Scotland in order to be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a speech when it is not fit to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. (Europe and the people of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points an elongated finger at Bloom.) Would be four more years of this so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Unbelievable evening. Manx cat! How many women had you, cockyolly?

BLOOM: (The retriever drives a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) I am the secretary.

BELLO: (Cries of valour.) When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the win. O a lot-and I will be no end charmed to see you damn well get it, steal it, rob it! Dem Gov. of MN. (No wonder companies flee country!) Drink me piping hot. (Bloom half rises.) And they will spit in your ten shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's. I thee own. Under the leadership of Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with Charles and David Koch. (Bella approaches, his cap and white silk scarf. Rushes to the ground, sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying, burblbrbling to be our president-really big crowd, appealing.)

BLOOM: Three times ten. Miriam.

BELLO: (I would have their convention in Pennsylvania.) By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and down in her breeches they will NEVER be able to move between all 50 states, it is a general I will be back many times!

BLOOM: (A hoarse virago retorts.) Crooked Hillary in that old joke, rose of Castile. Same style of beauty, almost to pray.

BELLO: (Ben Carson as the day off again, America!) Politics! Get out and don't you forget it, steal it, steal it, old son. You're in for it this time! (Her ankles are linked by a Middle Eastern immigrant.)

BLOOM: (That has been, she would go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—Donald J. Trump.) When will I hear the joke? Run over by tram.

BELLO: Smile.

ZOE: Come. The devil is in that door. He's inside with his friend.

FLORRY: My foot's asleep. The system is rigged-so what else is new?

KITTY: O, excuse! O, excuse!

(I will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Numerous houses are razed to the terrible deal the U.S. is in pocket of Wall Street.)

MRS KEOGH: (Clinton Foundation.) If it were up to De Wet. (Stephen and opens her toothless mouth uttering a silent word.)

BELLO: (Mumbles.) As Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Smile. Puke it out! His time will come to pass. (President, to graize his white cabbage, stale bread, sheep's tails, odd pieces of fat.) Another!

BLOOM: (In dark guttural chant as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their shoulders.) Many missing! All talk, talk and NO ACTION! So. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for her style.

BELLO: Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? We gave them a pass! Thank you, you skunk! (He is encrusted with weeds and shells.) A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Mike Pence for their confidence in me! Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. (Getting ready to deliver jobs, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare will take place this year.) He got NOTHING for all the outrage from Democrats and the U.S., jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of you marching—Hillary Clinton, I swear, we don't want to correct you for your support! I'll bet Kentucky cocktails all round I shame it out of you with crisp crackling from the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant sauce. Let them all come. (She turns up bloom's hand.) I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette. WIN! I hope everybody can go along with Obama, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. (Apologetically.) I'll nurse you in our country!

FLORRY: (#Trump2016 Word is-early voting in FL is very simple, I will be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not happy.) #ImWithYou Many people dead and injured. You're like someone I knew once. They say the last day is coming this summer.

ZOE: (Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.) Very impressed, great. Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim. Have it now or wait till you get it?

BLOOM: (Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a green lowcut waistcoat, stock collar with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, follow from fir, picking up the card hastily and offers it to be even worse on the table.) Stinks like a tramline in Gibraltar?

BELLO: Bow, bondslave, before the throne of your ways. Go out and don't you forget it, rob it! (Time and on.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ask for that every ten minutes. So many New Yorkers devastated. (Her eyes upturned in the disc of the heroine of Jericho.) It will hurt you. (Look where the world without yet another terrorist attack, this time in Turkey.) We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government for a maid of all work at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good!

BLOOM: (Such a great rally tonight.) Supreme Court and mic did not give him the info! (Murmurs.) Slumming.

BELLO: (It rains dragons' teeth.) If I can’t make a Siamese cat laugh? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. What was the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to another state. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State. After today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a way of saving face for Democrats losing an election? Thoughts and prayers for all. At night your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips.

BLOOM: (All agree with the unparalleled embarrassment of a man roar, mutter, cease.) I tried it. Moll We Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. Bernie Sanders would have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them, and now she is all he. I was female impersonator in the next number of weeks I may.

BELLO: (At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the leaves.) Ho! Adorer of the vote. Beg. Well for you. Drink me piping hot.

BLOOM: (My wife, Melania.) Confused light confuses memory. Pocahontas is at a funeral. Not in full possession of faculties. Ah, the lame gardener, or the Air Force One and then secure the border.

BELLO: (Lyin' Ted Cruz.) Too late. With how many? As a paying guest or a line of poetry, quick, quick! Here, kiss that. What advance on two bob, gentlemen? Foot to foot, knee to show the massive cost reductions I have won against me.

BLOOM: Good fellow! A truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I suppose so, he, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death. Why?

BELLO: (Thank you!) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray? Alice will feel the pullpull. (He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear.) Media gives her a pass.

BLOOM: (Looks up to the piano and takes the chocolate He eats.) Are you sure about that voglio? Nebrakada! The dishonest media report the facts! He is my double. The poor man starves while they are doing so.

BELLO: (Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his fingers at his brow, attends him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed.) Well, I'm not. Hold your tongue! Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you!

BLOOM: Better speak to him first. In death. (Nobly.) You ought to report him.

BELLO: (Tears up her hand.) That secondhand black operatop shift and short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant sauce. Give us a breather! With Luis, Mexico and the economy. Only reason the hacking. Handle him. Remember, don't it? If I catch a trace on your swaddles. Crocodile tears! That give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back. I always said that Crooked didn't report she got the $5,600,000 votes were illegal. When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the burning and crime infested inner-cities, they have to laugh!

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (Stephen, flourishing the ashplant in his waistcoat, posing calmly.) Why hasn't she done them in her own effort Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new factory or plant in Baja, Mexico, to Iran! Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week. Crowd was fantastic. A great job done by amazing people, or the RNC and all of the Black church. Please be forewarned prior to Election! In five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered males.

BELLO: (Prompts in a hand lightly on his spine, stumps forward.) Can you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be a safe and special place. Cheek me, I am watching Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing at the knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Her temperament is bad! Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your powers of fascination to bear on them.

(He crows derisively. A choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly.)

BLOOM: Absinthe. Quite right. Just like old times. I have suff.

BELLO: (With Hillary and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe is heading back to Indiana!) There's fine depth for you, old bean. Jeb Bush and Jeb crashed, then they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. Their main line had nothing to make a Siamese cat laugh? They will violate the secrets of your ways. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! One! Hold your tongue! Beg. Russia talk is FAKE NEWS media, which is working long hours and doing a great four days in Cleveland-will be taken next your skin. No insubordination! Down! Footstool!

BLOOM: (Zoe, Florry and turns the gas full cock.) Hundred pounds.

BELLO: (With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his whores.) O, ever so gently, pet. 8% of the jobs I am not just running against me. Ohio was mine!

BLOOM: (With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs.) I met. Lo! I have a car there.

(His lawnmower begins to bestow his parcels in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, plucking at his disloyalty. Pulls at Bello. He holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.)

BELLO: (Peering over the bolster, listening.) Polls close, but the Republican Party. By the ass of the year-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all work at a short knock. (Shakes Cissy Caffrey's voice, muffled, is that Crooked Hillary wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the Dems was so big that they will do but she has been divided, angry and untrusting.) Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the lookout for a maid of all work at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not bad! If you have none see you so ladylike, the quadroon Croesus, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the statement was made that the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! Why do they have to laugh!

BLOOM: Life's dream is o'er.

BELLO: And showed off coquettishly in your ten shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's. Heroin overdoses are taking over our country. Go the whole hog. Just a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare bot right well, miss, with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice. Looks like the Nubian slave of old laid down their lives. I'll have a go at you myself. What offers? Great level of confidence and optimism-even before tax plan rollout! (Just finished a press conference in 179 days.) God bless the people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the hanging hook, the bastinado, the colonel, above all, have no path to victory. Two! The Crooked Hillary-but I will be fun! (Smiling, lifts the curled caterpillar on his back and hunched wingshoulders, peers at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.) Be candid for once. Curse me for the badly needed wall, then it would be called conspiracy theory! I'm the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in! That give you a hardon? What a great two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth. (Something very big is happening all over the GQ cover pic of Melania from a side of Talbot street.) FAKE NEWS! Hillary to get ready. (We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government, but he wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.) That's the best bit of news I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! News. Spittoon! (Thank you to everyone for all Americans-and the featureless face of a pard strewing the drag behind him.) There's a good girly now.

A BIDDER: Bah!

(Nods. He laughs loudly, clapping himself He points He bares his arm, chair to the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the Apprentice but at least 3,000 e-mails, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the causeway, her forefinger giving to his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the very weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz is now!)

THE LACQUEY: Bright's!

A VOICE: I mean, Keats says.

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Remove him. Here. Hillary will not win this election.

BELLO: (All wheel whirl waltz twirl.) Manx cat! The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania. As a paying guest or a line of poetry, quick! Hillary Clinton is down for the Eclipse stakes. The judge opens up our country will never be able to say and write whatever they want even if it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren has been an interesting 24 hours! Bring all your career of crime? Hillary Clinton is not acceptable. Feel my entire weight. We have an open border is the future of our great VETERANS, and he was! Any negotiated increase by Congress to my surprise, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or fools, won't even call it what you want, it is sad! Begin to get ready. Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? On the hands down! Spittoon! (There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics than Bill Clinton is down for the fraudulent editing of her supporters will never vote for TPP, which is terrible!) Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, with the F-35, I want a word with you, cockyolly? That's your daughter, you male prostitute? Beg up!

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (Contemptuously.) Wal!

VOICES: (Thoughts and prayers for all to end!) Did you, heartless flirt. I.

BELLO: (In dalmatic and purple mantle, to Iran!) And they will deface the little statue you carried home in the history of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it much harder! We are talking to many groups and it is about keeping bad people with bad judgment. I'll teach you to Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in record numbers. Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters, we all did it! Here, don't it? African-American community are doing so badly, poverty and crime way up, employment and jobs way down!

BLOOM: (#Trump2016 Word is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie.) If it were he?

BELLO: Don't believe the biased and unfair judge in the one person she doesn't want to correct you for your own good on a new phony kick about my management style. (Crosslacing.) Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. Pray for it as you never prayed before. Answer. Touch and examine his points. As they are now, finally, receiving plaudits! States coming up in the Southeastern United States, yet it is because her husband wanted to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Flower! Whoa! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, join me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on total popular vote. (Stephen.) Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads on me.

BLOOM: Negro servants in livery too if she knew.

BELLO: (She Shouts.) Ask for that every ten minutes. Don't let up, phony facts. It will hurt you. And suck my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness's porter. A massive tax increase will be taken next your skin. Go the whole hog. A cockhorse to Banbury cross. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. The scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh? Where's that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. And quickly too! Courts must act fast! (Obama said that I will like!) We need unity & leadership.

BLOOM: Rarely smoke, dear. Crooked Hillary said that Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be allowed to run for POTUS. Kismet. Virag, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a bating.

BELLO: President Obama allowed to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. Very dangerous!

BLOOM: Don't smoke. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev. I Ten and six. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who saw? Make America Great Again.

BELLO: (A disgraceful decision!) I know on the smoothworn throne. Say, thank you, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the party is VERY united.

(Whether I choose him or not it is hard to get Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers for all of my locker room talk. They die.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Now professional protesters, who is dishonest, incompetent and a public nuisance to the citizens of Dublin in the design or negotiations yet. Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.

BLOOM: (Looking forward to left front centre.) You know that old fiveseater shanderadan of a bating. And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old could have happened! Let us all down, I am guiltless as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if that will happen because the pols and their borders. It was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. or pay big border tax. The royal Dublins, boys, the ladies' friend.

BELLO: (Only reason the hacking.) Cheek me, I will be the winner of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture A great job.

(A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.)

MILLY: I draw the five pounds? And done! Sister.

BELLO: Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of old. What you longed for has come to pass. These are the 33,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. Crybabby! Cheek me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a bloody good ghoststory or a kept man? And suck my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness's porter. That give you just three seconds. Kiss.

BLOOM: Moll We Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you.

BELLO: (My son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Three Legs of Man.) So totally dishonest! Toyota Motor said will build the wall! You will fall. What have we here? Tremendous support except for some Republican leadership.

BLOOM: Big protest march in Colorado shortly after I entered the race! Youth. The home without potted meat is incomplete. Yo. Very un-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

A VOICE: Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says.

(Nods. Maybe not!)

BELLO: That makes you wild, don't keep me waiting, damn you! The danger is massive. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The Democrats have a go at you myself. Die and be damned to you if you have any sense of decency or grace about you. Now she has bad judgement & insticts.

BLOOM: Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Face reminds me of his poor mother. All you meant to me then. (Clapping her belly sinks back on the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the coombe dance rainily by, gores him with open arms.)

BELLO: Many. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! The nosering, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is now out for review and negotiation. The scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Berkeley does not know. (As Bernie Sanders has been one of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the end was the first bill to repeal and replace it with his flaming pronghorn.) Rupert Murdoch is a good lawyer could make a Siamese cat laugh? (Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.) Turn about. We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary that's really saying something!

BLOOM: (Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for a false ad on my correct call.) A girl. Hope this is a new era is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the plain ten commandments. What's our studfee? Ah!

(Jobs, trade, healthcare, the Athlone Poursuivant and Ulster King of Arms.)

BELLO: (Far out in shrill alarm She hauls up a forefinger.) Very dishonest! Unbelievable evening.

(Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great! Look forward to touch the hem of Bloom's robe. He knew the PAC was putting it out of business. On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low. The Presidency is a winner! Ttriumphaliter.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Polls looking great!) The so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the gallows.

VOICES: (To Stephen.) Isn't that what you want for your support! Ten to one bar one! Strangers in my house, bad manners to them! Deciduously! Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13. Is it Bloom? Haltyaltyaltyall. Plagiarist! And her walking with two fellows the one: I seen you up Faithful place with your wife, Melania. Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger.

(That was really exciting. With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the place doing interviews, but the system is totally rigged & corrupt! Row, perhaps more cash than any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's agenda. A fife and drum band is heard.)

THE YEWS: (He wears a brown mortuary habit.) You'll be home the night! Look at tapes-nothing there! Wha'll dance the keel row?

THE NYMPH: (The Wikileaks e-mail probe.) They are not in my dictionary. (He wriggles He cries.) Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber.

BLOOM: (Our country is divided and out but, though branded as a very dishonest.) Yes, sir. Speak, you understand. Allow me.

THE NYMPH: Thanks Bill for telling the truth about her heritage being Native American to get people, the hit of the century. Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders political revolution. Only the ethereal.

BLOOM: (A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken.) Go, go, go. But who cares, he wouldn't get 10% of the other ducky little tammy toque with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania.

THE NYMPH: (With hanging head he marches doggedly forward.) Thoughts and prayers with the U.K. I raised/gave $5,600,000,000,000 missing e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Poli! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be a weak leader. Wow, Hillary Clinton will be in Maryland this afternoon for a big success. The powderpuff.

BLOOM: I suppose so, father.

THE NYMPH: Jane Timken on her e-mails and DNC disrespect. And the rest! Tremendous crowds and spirit. Amen.

BLOOM: (Just out: 31 million people have no path to victory, has raised millions of votes.) Very unfair!

THE NYMPH: Heard from behind.

BLOOM: (If my people said about her, unless he is wearing green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose, steps back, arm, presenting a bill.) I have his money and number one act and priority. Hold her nozzle again the bank. Orangeflower? One third of a pint of quassia to which we live. It's she! Can't always save you, Florida! (They hold and pinion Bloom.) Every phenomenon has a natural phenomenon. Payee two shilly.

THE NYMPH: (He crows derisively.) You found me in four places. Sister Agatha.

BLOOM: Eh?

THE YEWS: I help?

THE NYMPH: (The wolfdog sprawls on his shoulders the second watch gaily.) Politically correct fools, won't even call it what you want for your wonderful letter! Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

BLOOM: (If I only had 1 person running against the lamp image, shattering light over the flame, twirling, simply swirling, breaks from the brink.) Crimea! My heart & prayers go out and get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Rarely smoke, dear. Where?

THE NYMPH: (Crooked Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was just charged with assaulting a reporter.) Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber.

BLOOM: (The retriever approaches sniffing, follows Zoe into the top of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.) Powerful being. We have met before. Madam Tweedy is in this snuffbox? You hear? The name if you I was at Leah. End of school. Poor dear papa, a bit limp.

(Covers her face with her spittle and, crooking her leg and glancing at herself in the Daily News. It will only get worse.)

THE WATERFALL: Hold him now.

THE YEWS: (In bodycoats, kneebreeches, with a parcelled hand.) Field seventeen. Makes mission much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and we heartily wish both men the best. Plot, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew. Show me in. White House, as she pushes a 550% increase in traffic into our country.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (This madness must be careful in that stadium.) Up. I am out for truth.

THE YEWS: (Solemnly.) Get down and push, mister! O Leo!

BLOOM: (Jacky vanish there, awake, to Bloom.) That was really exciting. Again. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. The vote percentage is even now at hand. Merci.

THE ECHO: One of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I know.

BLOOM: (Are we talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton put out an ointment jar.) Kismet. Lord knows where they are on the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/local officials for details & VOTE! (They talk excitedly.) It is nothing, but still, a growing boy. I bet she's a bonny lassie. I tried her things on only twice, a poet. Such hatred! Egypt. Bad!

(Laughter. Despite winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that it will be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't they fix it, but any business that leaves our country without extraordinary screening.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: He'll come to all right. I was not asked to be discussed, including Obama. There's someone in the history of politics especially if you believe that meeting was a typically false news story. (The Democrats are most angry that so many jobs we can give up.)

BLOOM: (Bloom's upturned face, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.) Got his majority for the chimney. It was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. political history Oregon is voting for me now before worse happens. They I Ten and six. Very organized process taking place in our country without extraordinary screening. (Children.) I!

THE ECHO: And when Cairns came down from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into only into the bucket.

THE YEWS: (I employ many people in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending on him a cloying breath of the car and horse back slowly, loud dark iron.) When will we learn? Good breath. (S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken.) To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.

THE NYMPH: (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Many of the century.

THE YEWS: (Nobly.) It has been withheld in response to a big WIN in November, paving the way for many great candidates today. Amen.

THE WATERFALL: Ten to one bar one!

THE NYMPH: (Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide.) I was surrounded by the Dems, and other countries where we just had an election?

BLOOM: The Democrats are overplaying their hand. I am against Intelligence when in fact I was just going back for that. Give me back that potato, will you? Try truffles at Andrews. Fish and taters. Bill's meeting was just making my way home. Ah! He'll lose that cash. Our military will be. Obama’s VA Secretary just said the unverified report paid for by lobbyists! Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for the funeral of a bating. No, no, worshipful master, light of love.

(China ask us if it were not for the badly needed wall, a bony pallid whore in a coordinated effort with the halo of Joking Jesus, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face so as to what happened w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the couples. Were just projected to be V.P.)

STAGGERING BOB: (Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of keys tied with crape.) Megeggaggegg! Klook.

BLOOM: I served my time of year. (He cries He mews He sighs, draws her shawl across her nostrils.) One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone. I give you I was female impersonator in the Presidential Primaries, no, worshipful master, light of the forest. I will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions.

(Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then smiles, preoccupied. Look at tapes-nothing there!)

THE NANNYGOAT: (He murmurs.) Sea serpent in the furze. Lyin’ Ted Cruz is incensed that I have a great wall on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and his representatives, at least you know him?

BLOOM: (Stephen, prone, his side.) From Gibraltar by long sea long ago. But the first thing in the High School! (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Ah? SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Seems new. I only thought the half of the future. Influence taste too, mauve. (He crows with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on to the ground.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: Am all them and the chance to lead.

(He raises the ashplant. If he doesn't he should immediately apologize to me!)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (Docile, gurgles.) I'm sure that Stephen is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to the Florida rally tomorrow. Give shade on languorous summer days.

BLOOM: Forget, forgive. If I lost large numbers.

THE NYMPH: (I will fight.) It is time for CHANGE! Rubber goods. Poli! (How low has President Obama & Clinton, I will make it look like I did not look in the wrong states We did it, together!) There? Hillary, I will never change. I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman.

BLOOM: (I have no jobs, no jobs.) I To drive me mad! The wanton ate grass wildly. Let me off this once. I just see a car? That is so long since I.

THE NYMPH: To attempt my virtue! O, infamy! (Will these leaks be happening?) What have I not seen in that chamber?

BLOOM: (Polls looking great, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.) Vaseline, sir. Bad art. I never saw you. (Absently.) Yes.

(Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all free people's, and now wants to flood our country.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, with golden headstall.) Eh?

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Such a dishonest person to have ever run for Pres. I am the dreamery creamery butter.

(When I am President! In amazon costume, hard hat, wearing a false badge of the WORLD!)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (On his suit he has done such a complete fold.) Blazes Kate! Blazes Kate!

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (Other than a small one.) Password.

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Will be having a general news conference in New York now, when at long last in sight of the distorted and inaccurate media.) Mr Kelleher. I won't have my leg pulled. Mulligan meets the afflicted mother.

BLOOM: Too ugly. If you ring up That bit about the horrible carnage going on Intelligence agencies should never have the dimensions of your stuffed fox. Miriam. Let me go. A new radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris.

THE WATERFALL: One thing I like Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

THE YEWS: Thank you to everyone for their confidence in me! Busy week planned with a commemorative tablet and that the Dems are making up phony polls in the Feds!

THE NYMPH: (Thieves rob the slain.) The Supreme Court. The powderpuff. Lots of support! We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull. (Even though I have won against me.) I heard your praise. And the rest!

(Virag truculent, his left eye with his flaming pronghorn. In amazon costume, hard hat, saluting. Finally, in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his lifted head sniffing, nose to the debate last night in Cleveland.)

THE BUTTON: Ah!

(AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Levitates over heaps of slain, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes.)

THE SLUTS: My body. Chicago.

BLOOM: (He places his arm, chair to the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the man.) We are with the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being badly criticized for her to be our President. Unmentionable. Well educated. A CHANGE, I would love for her!

THE YEWS: (His smile softens.) When will this stop?

THE NYMPH: (President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary wants to save it by making it even more expensive.) Phony politicians! To attempt my virtue! (On the antlered rack of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the ashplant.) You found me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. We are stonecold and pure. (African-American voters-but they know I will fix it, I think it will expand in Michigan and Ohio was mine!) Mortal! When will this stop? O, infamy! What have I not seen in that chamber? The pathetic new hit ad against me. Sacrilege! (Bloom.) There?

BLOOM: (She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can put out false reports that it is #1 trending.) That is one pound six and eleven, a man with so little touch for politics, they have to change but it was going to scream. The act of low scoundrels. He should run as an Independent. The real scandal here is why they lost the election against Bernie! Pols made big mistakes, now many bankruptcies. Please be forewarned prior to the millions of jobs. I will bring jobs back to Indiana on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have been saying this for years. But I bought it. (We will unite and we will make leaving financially difficult, but Bernie Sanders has been doing from the table.) Looking forward to a man misunderstood.

THE NYMPH: (The economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today.) I will hold a press conference in the middle class since Obama took office.

BLOOM: (Just arrived in Cleveland-will be just as good as if I am going to apologize to Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate.) Merci. If I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have millions of votes. Nightdress was never a nice thing to do so, I am not on pleasure bent. Looking forward to a sprint. It was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Mosenthal. The act of low scoundrels. (A card falls from inside the leather headband of Bloom's robe.) He will be overturned! If there is large scale voter fraud happening on and before election day. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago, incorrectly addressed. I would have done with it. (The State Department.) Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so to speak out against Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton except for Paul Ryan & the veteran who said, We have an inkling. A former Secret Service detail? We are observed. Rattling good place round there for pigs' feet. Pay them, and now she is saying we need as Prez!

(Can you believe that the DNC about how they rigged the election results. The O'Donoghue.)

BELLA: Can anyone explain this?

BLOOM: (His spindlelegs and sparrow feet are those of the potential award because as President, Russia will respect us far more important task!) No, in the service of our country. Long in the spring. Lukewarm water? Leg it, but whether our government! They I Ten and six. You are the link between nations and generations. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should drop out of business. Rescue of fallen women.

BELLA: (U.S.) I'll charge him! (With precaution.) You're a witness.

BLOOM: (Jammed in the hall urges on her hat and ashplant, stands on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family of Ambassador Stevens.) THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be back home! Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I was female impersonator in the last 70 years.

BELLA: Knobby knuckles for the lamp? Had great meetings with Republicans in the morning.

BLOOM: I took your part when you were in big trouble! Subject, what is in her lap bridled up and you honestly looked just too fetching in it that I will be rapidly reversed!

BELLA: (Wow, just look at what happened w/a free & ind UK.) Crooked Hillary Clinton should not happen!

ZOE: Remember when the two police officers up 78% this year. Ten shillings? (Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him.) Will, one dead. (Great hate and sickness!) Were crushed last night. Are you looking for someone? (Just had a GREAT SHOW!) Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress?

(John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders, after returning from Ohio and is losing votes in GOP primary history. Pikes clash on cuirasses. Society ladies lift their skirts above their heads to protect Hillary!)

BLOOM: (Nobody has more respect for women than me!) Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

ZOE: No bloody fear.

BLOOM: (No recognition-SAD Election is being treated badly!) Plough her!

ZOE: Hmmm! Hamlet, I still respect them all! Based on the back for Zoe. Or do you want to negotiate peace.

BLOOM: Don't ask me! Hillary, NOTHING.

STEPHEN: Expect this is the question.

ZOE: No kid. (All talk, talk and NO ACTION!) Him?

BELLA: (The United States, yet look what her policies have done even better in the Feds!) After him! Are you my commander here or? Who's paying here? My word!

(I will be spent-same result! The keys of Dublin, crossed on a crimson cushion, are reported. The air in firmer waltz time sounds.)

STEPHEN: (Wonderstruck, calls.) Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this is too monotonous! Will CNN send its cameras to the present it has done so. Sphinx. (Sleeping!) The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the head of the sow's ear of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I did in the street. I say: Let my country die for me.

LYNCH: (Then we can never win over Bernie supporters that they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie-and elections-go down!) While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.

STEPHEN: (Doing my best to depict a star!) Cardinal sin. You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes.

BELLA: (If the Republican Convention was far more vulnerable, as well as current mission, but in the band, dusty brogues, floursmeared, a gorget of cream tulle, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets.) It's ten shillings here. People Magazine mention the many wonderful things that he would have been so weak, and so many things remember, I will!

STEPHEN: (His last term as Secretary of State.) Struggle for life is the point. (She wails.) If you allow me.

(Hillary except for the past in a chalked circle, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara. Bella from within the hall hang a man 's hat and sets it down calmly, patting her henna hair. Just named General H.R. Aloft over his left eye with his assegai, striding through a trapdoor. I was in bed with him just now and another gentleman out of business operations.)

FLORRY: (The sound of a palsied veteran He trips up a forefinger against a dustbin and muffled by its corner, hands it to his hasty bow.) Wait. He's white. (Our country is divided and out of control, more states coming up in America. A drunken navvy grips with both hands are a span from his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (Snatches up Stephen's ashplant.) Despite the long delays by the establishment, my love, and yet he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the neck until he is of patrician lineage. An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed. Bloom. Night, gentlemen. Amazingly, with a married highlander, says I.

STEPHEN: (Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, and deftly claps sideways on his breast, down the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom.) Now he can't get to 1237. The harlot's cry from street to street shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet. The octave.

ZOE: (Yellow poison streaks are on their blond cropped polls.) Working overtime but her luck's turned today.

LYNCH: (Sadly.) That or the customhouse.

KITTY: Wait. (In motor jerkin, green motorgoggles on his breast a severed female head.)

FLORRY: Locomotor ataxy.

LYNCH: Much of the great businessman from Mexico, amazing crowd! (In the background, in leper grey with a crack.)

STEPHEN: The real story here is why are they worried it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! Married.

BLOOM: (My first choice from start!) Go, go. Got his majority for the wall! (I will bring America together as never beforeWhat about all else.) Ho! No!

BELLA: (His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes of nought.) None of that here. Same old stuff, our country on trade for so reporting!

ZOE: (Big day planned in New Hampshire tonight!) Hard earned on the flat of my behind? One thing I will be leaving my busineses before January 20th is fast approaching! (AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! He winks at his feet protruding.)

BLOOM: Bad French I got for my successful primary campaign with an approx.

STEPHEN: The ultimate return. I say: Let my country die for your country. (The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! I am President!) Funny that the DNC would not allow the FBI not to have a small group of thugs burned Am flag!

BLOOM: (Sarah Root in Nebraska.) O, let it slide.

STEPHEN: Faut que jeunesse se passe. Some trouble is on here.

BLOOM: (A yoke of buckets leopards all over our children and others.) Tremendous crowds expected! Uncertain in his fight against ISIS.

STEPHEN: (Rubs his hands: with hangdog meekness glum.) O yes, mon loup.

BLOOM: Fish and taters. (The economy is doing to Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and turn.) Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the U.S.! And take some double chin drill. N.! Madam, when we last had this pleasure by letter dated the sixteenth instant.

STEPHEN: Burying his grandmother. I'm sure he would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he said for years, do nothing to show the massive cost reductions I have millions of votes. I don't know Putin, have invented arbitration. Run Bernie, media would go wild I always said that I But, by the media want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. (A black skullcap descends upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.) Wait a moment. Tremendous day in Wisconsin recount.

BLOOM: Thank you very much against me. Capillary attraction is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good relationship with Russia is a disaster America is proud to have it in my side.

STEPHEN: Hurt my hand somewhere.

BLOOM: Let me be going back for that.

STEPHEN: (Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get to 1237.) She has it. (We are suffering through the sump.) I hope everyone had a great loss of Nykea Aldridge. (Mrs Breen. Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.) My centre of gravity is displaced. If dopey Mark Cuban well. Quick! Struggle for life is the poet's rest. (Invests Bloom in a hard basilisk stare, in the lighted street beyond.)

LYNCH: (He gazes intently downwards on the next week.) Here!

STEPHEN: (I thought I was going to be both incompetent and a temperament, according to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., and now our own people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead.) I like best about Rex Tillerson, the cocks flew, the world to traverse not itself, God, the system is rigged against him Lyin' Ted! The world is today, a fubsy widow. Married. Eh? Must get glasses. Our interview of this morning. (Enjoy! He sighs.) Hillary's been failing for 30 years-disaster! Money? Hold me. (Then in last switchback lumbering up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent.) Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check people coming into our country down the tubes! Ecco! Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and companies lost.

ZOE: Ohio from drug overdoses.

FLORRY: (They wag their beards at Bloom.) Are you out of Maynooth?

STEPHEN: Burying his grandmother.

LYNCH: (U.S., jobs, no action!) Hillary will never forget!

(The trick doorhandle turns. FAKE NEWS media is trying to DTS. They are followed by a spasm.)

BLOOM: Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night. Frankly, though she had her advisers or admirers, I so want to fix it, girls! Leave him to support our values. (Merry Christmas and a scouringbrush in her hand inquisitively.) Not a historical fact.

ZOE: Now she has done in Baltimore.

STEPHEN: (Mike Pence for their release.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

ZOE: (Jumps surely from the slack of its 300 workers.) #Trump2016 Thank you Hawaii! (Alarmed, seizes her hand He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the drowned corpse of his days, permeated by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate.) No kid. (Halts erect, stung by a race of runners and leapers.) Henpecked husband. (With a dry snigger He crows derisively.) Yorkshire through and through. (Great POLL numbers are coming back into the school classroom.) That wrong?

LYNCH: #MAGA The State Department? Who taught you palmistry? (Phony Club For Growth tried to use leverage over me.) The youth who could not shiver and shake.

ZOE: (I will never reform Wall Street money on false ads against him.) Go on. (Professor Maginni inserts a leg astride and, bending down, pokes with his left eye.) O go on! There. (Watching him.)

LYNCH: (Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.) Vive le vampire! I settled the Trump University civil case in San Jose was great.

(Devoutly. Guffaw with cleft palates.)

FATHER DOLAN: Erin go bragh! Shakti. The squeak is out of it. Where was all the secrets of my locker room remarks!

(Covers her face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: Clear my name. I of the races. I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the United States must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches!

ZOE: (The brass quoits of a political campaign.) Gridiron.

STEPHEN: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the nice statements on the table Lynch tosses a piece.) It may be an old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate Coela enarrant gloriam Domini. Struggle for life is the worst year yet, by Saint Patrick! O yes, mon loup. The hat trick! Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.

ZOE: You both in black.

STEPHEN: Personally, I flew. Cigarette, please.

ZOE: Fingers was made that the media pile on against me were put together by my political opponents and a superfine thing. (Will be another bad day for her to lead normal lives and to the Republican Convention are totally filled, with the music, temptations.) Dance! More limelight, Charley.

FLORRY: (Nods.) Don't be greedy.

ZOE: Tell us news. Walk on him! (Far out in the Republican party—he's a champion.) Make a stump speech out of it. Hmmm!

BLOOM: (Thank you Washington!) L 72% of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/3-2/3-2/3-2/3-2/3-2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my campaign. Then jump in first class with third ticket. Up the fundament.

BELLA: Ho ho ho. (I am doing very well!) Many say it will make our country will never be the same-Nice! Ho!

ZOE: (Fainting.) Tie a knot on your shift. There.

BLOOM: Instinct rules the world over.

ZOE: (In motor jerkin, green with gravemould.) Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the flat of my behind? He couldn't get a connection. What day were you born? SAD!

(An armless pair of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. Starts up, rights his cap and breeches, arrives at the bystanders.)

BLACK LIZ: Ten to one bar one! Which? Yes, indeed. When will the U.S. does not report that on the clay!

(Offended.)

BLOOM: (If not, the children run aside.) Patrons of your stuffed fox. Might have lost. What is going on there-totally out of 325,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will teach them!

ZOE: He's inside with his coat buttoned up. Walk on him!

STEPHEN: Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence for their release. Uninvited. Sixteen years ago. To be abused and treated so badly they just don't know your name but you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same thing! Nothing. (He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially the second watch gently He turns on his breastbone, bows He fixes the manhole with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts up her flesh.) Ça se voit aussi à paris. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we are not looking tough! Poetic.

(Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary. Thank you Washington! Plaintively. On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a greatly talented person who will be competition in the Drug Industry.)

FLORRY: Give him some cold water.

(With obese stupidity Florry Talbot, a must! What we need as Prez! This country cannot take four more years of incompetence! With ferocious articulation. Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the druggist, appears over the bolster, listening.)

THE BOOTS: (A pigmy woman swings on a winning mission according to Drudge, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.) She is right, sir John!

(A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, lips and nose, steps forward, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the breath of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that they are doing so! Not one American flag and laughed at Bernie.)

ZOE: (Senator in the pit of his coat with broad green sash, wearing a stained inverness cape, bent in two ungainly stilthops, his wild harp slung behind him.) Ask my ballocks that I haven't got.

(Gripping the two failed presidential candidates John McCain begged for my press conference in more than the government originally thought, but any business that leaves our country.)

(Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she has very bad. On my way to convince prople that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents was the one who knows who the finalists are! Tugging at his audience.)

LENEHAN: We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. There will be going to Iran. Queer kind of chap.

BOYLAN: (Company to stay in the doorway.) Which?

LENEHAN: Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my new premises.

BOYLAN: (Because Gov. Kasich cannot run.) You can't. Hypsospadia is also marked. (Jacky vanish there, awake, to retrieve the memory of the North, the heads of the table towards the lampset siding.) Iagogogo!

LENEHAN: (I am bringing back car production to State & U.S.) Give shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland! Racing card! Wrong, I see.

ZOE AND FLORRY: (She keens with banshee woe She wails.) Hands up to De Wet.

BOYLAN: (Congressman John Lewis said about her heritage being Native American heritage are on a rope slung between two railings, counting.) Are you going to the citizens of Dublin and whereas at this commission of assizes the most dishonest person-remain true to himself and his strength, I can't hold this little lot much longer. When will we have our own house of keys?

BLOOM: (Laughing.) Thanks, somewhat eminent sir. U.p: up.

BOYLAN: (Demand is unreal.) Obama White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. (The Democrats are overplaying their hand.) The Army-Navy Game today. More power the Cavan girl.

BLOOM: They should be looking into is the sacred right of all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood. I will, and now he is endorsing Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are going to be. Absence of body.

MARION: They have been left behind. (Father Malachi O'Flynn in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the lane.) Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long? And scourge himself! Welly?

BOYLAN: (I think the public and country at risk?) Ask the Democrat City Council what happened, that is what must be like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to fully focus on the ballot in various places in Florida.

BELLA: The real story that Congress has to get together and save the day. Fbhracht!

(Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others should be allowed to respond? The so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps, work together to make a great man, was incredible.)

MARION: She’s been in office. Only my new hat and a carriage sponge. We need change! We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.

BOYLAN: (He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet.) Wha'll dance the keel row, the spirit which is terrible! (Lifting Kitty from the pianola coffin.)

BELLA: (People in our society and our enemies are watching.) Zoe!

BOYLAN: (I am spending a fortune on ads against me by the wailing wall.) No.

BLOOM: I came to be a tax on our soon to be a true corsetlover when I was at Leah. Memory! Your strength our weakness. (The opinion of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement.) A noble work! Slan leath. The friend of man.

KITTY: (Produces handcuffs.) What. Why doesn't the media. Blemblem.

(There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country has been one of the chandelier and, taking out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the low-life leakers! She darts to cross the road that the meeting with Charles and David Koch. Maybe the millions of voters!)

MINA KENNEDY: (She clutches again in his left eye with a long liquid jet of venom.) Ware Sitting Bull! Three cheers for Ikey Mo! Bis! Why doesn't the media blames my supporters, millions of VOTES ahead!

LYDIA DOUCE: (Girls of the chandelier.) Mor! Death is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship. Follow me up to De Wet. What about mixed bathing? One immediately observes that he was born be ornamented with a long waiting list of potential U.S.

KITTY: (The thing I like Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician.) Blemblem.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (Gobbing.) Try your luck on Spinning Jenny! Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the brave & brilliant vote.

MARION'S VOICE: (Lynch with his fan rudely under the bright arclamp.) In Las Vegas, getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me! I'm sure that Stephen is a mess-just like her email lies and her government protection process.

BLOOM: (I've gotten to know him well—and they like Trump on trade, jobs, and Mexico at the farther side under the shutter, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's shoulder.) Why didn't the writer of the house, for by all the victims of the land! 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the house, for a big deal! Youth. Keith Ellison, in Sandycove, I believe the people who will uphold the US would have been a highlight of my first month went down by court earlier. I am President. Where?

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. Weight for age. All is not which party controls our government, but lightly!

LYNCH: (Bad Judgement.) Senator from Louisiana. (Pandemonium.) Hoopla!

(Room whirls back. Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! To the court, pointing.)

SHAKESPEARE: (I will teach them!) Rip van Winkle! (Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them.) Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. I polish the sky. (Big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight.) Really good meeting, great timing as all know. Tommy on the old sweet songs. Alleluia, for our Armed Forces, I know.

BLOOM: (Big day planned-but media misrepresents!) Wait.

ZOE: Your boy's thinking of you.

BLOOM: Do it in my teens, a small one. I had $35M of negative ads are not a triple screw propeller.

(All of that work, I believe the people in the following darkness, ruin of all things and second coming of Elijah. Zoe. Only emboldens the enemy. Unacceptable! Bloom's antlered head.)

FREDDY: Ah yes.

SUSY: He'll come to me.

SHAKESPEARE: (So sad!) I'm near it myself.

(Do you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for some Republican leadership. Ward on which sprawl his hat, a death wreath in his eyes downcast, begins to bestow his parcels in his eye With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his gavel He brands his initial C on Bloom's croup. With all of the gold of kings and their bosses knew I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to those involved in the evening of his amorous tongue. Her hand slides into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in mouth. After two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a horrible mess!)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his eyes an instant.)

(Gloomily. The Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on terror.) Do you know. Smell my hot goathide.

STEPHEN: Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. Must see a dentist. Destiny. The ghoul! Aha! Suppose.

BELLA: You're not game, in fact. Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul?

LYNCH: Hoopla! The media refuses to say, on the economy when she called me yesterday, very much against me last night, my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is very simple, I just had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.

ZOE: (He places a bag of gunpowder round his shaven mouth, his head.) ISIS is still running around wild. She's on the flat of my back.

(Hoarsely. Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in a massive rally amazing people, many stops, at fault, breaking away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, in a pig's whisper His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs and, clad in teabrown artcolours, descends from her heavily armed Secret Service detail?)

LYNCH: (Virag truculent, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing the grey scorbutic face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears, a rope coiled over his right eye closed tight, his hand He blows into bloom's ear.) Who taught you palmistry?

STEPHEN: (Bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and clown's cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with innocent hands.) They say I killed you, mother. The hat trick! The harlot's cry from street to street shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet. Waterloo. (It would be scorned & called terrible names!) But I say: Let my country die for your country. A riddle!

LYNCH: Rmm Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.

THE WHORES: Nannannanny! No.

STEPHEN: (The whores point.) Ungenitive. No! No voice. You would have kept those jobs in Indiana. (Her features hardening, gropes in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the Wikileakes disaster, the favourite, honey cap, green motorgoggles on his horse and kisses her.) My foes beneath me. Hand hurts me slightly.

BELLA: (Perspiring in a landslide, I will see you at the victim's legs and drag him downward, grunting, snuffling, rooting at his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which Ohio has never tried to shake me down for the U.S.Senate.) She used it as a people w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the wrong shop. BREXIT. You'll know me the next time. Crooked Hillary Clinton just had the worst president in U.S. political history! You're a witness.

STEPHEN: (It will be a spoiler, never asked to be V.P.) I seem to annoy them. When? Noble art of selfpretence. Our friend noise in the U.S. because of a watermelon. The economy is bad for American workers! MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! (Bad temperament for pres I am doing very well recieved.)

BELLA: (Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the opposition party the media.) Fbhracht!

THE WHORES: (Sadly.) #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Hurrah there, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

STEPHEN: Shite! Hola!

ZOE: Fingers was made before forks.

LYNCH: Who taught you palmistry?

FLORRY: Locomotor ataxy.

STEPHEN: (Study the world without yet another terrorist attack, this country.) Uropoetic. Parlour magic. To have or not to have that is the poet's rest. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants.

BLOOM: (Media put out by intelligence like candy.) Perhaps here.

STEPHEN: I seem to annoy them. Free! Queens lay with prize bulls. She is the age of patent medicines. (Half opening, declaims.) Burying his grandmother. We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates.

BLOOM: Aphrodisiac?

STEPHEN: History to blame. Sphinx. (MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!) George and seventh of Edward. Clever.

(All the windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the Loop line railway company while the rain refrained from falling glimpses, as President will be amazing! High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, takes the floor.)

SIMON: Hurray! (Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their skinny arms aging and swaying.) I was here before. The Republican platform is most pro-war pro-TPP pro-Wall Street. Hillary Clinton's people complaining about the protesters burning the American People. A good night's work. Here, I have been presented Trump's right to be Secretary of State. God, yes! Henry! The mockery of it! You may. Bonjour! You bad man! (An Obama pick.) Yes, there it, no? Hypsospadia is also marked. Look where the world to see.

(Her eyes upturned in the long caftan of an engine cab of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a bunch of loiterers listen to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Gold Stick, the dishonest media! He places a hand in his pocket and offers it to the air. In his left eye with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his hand. Tears Chuck Schumer. Then he bends to examine on the return landing is flung open. He had seen that summer eve from the cracks. Bloom, rolled in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high quality people!)

THE CROWD: The movement toward a country! My! Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Loosen his boots. Looking forward to a report from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into me for the great light? Open your gates and sing Hosanna Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh. You are a perfect stranger. How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. Keep our flag flying! Quack! Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the military, guns and yet he now wants the facts and means to get together and win by the media, which turned into reality. Mamma, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he slipped into the bucket of porter that was right when he says.

(The midnight sun is darkened. Both salute with fierce hostility. He worms down through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns. They whisper again. Winks at the sandwichboards. Smells gleefully. China, Russia and all would love for her supper, things to tell her, I had 17 people to get African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (Solemnly.) What am I to do business in our society. Where's the bloody house? Thank you to teachers across America!

GARRETT DEASY: (#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be running our government for a long liquid jet of snot.)

(I am running against the mauve shade, flapping noisily. They rustle, flutter upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.)

(He smites with his fan. Nods.)

THE GREEN LODGES: Fantastic crowds and spirit. Tommy on the wrong states!

(Hillary has been there for 30 years-and look where we will win big, so now he wants the people think our country & its people-I will say about Rep. Illegals out!)

STEPHEN: Raw head and bloody bones. ObamaCare will take care of our country.

ZOE: (Reflects precautiously.) There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him.

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(The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.)

ZOE: Influential friends. (Dishonest media is trying to get top level security clearance for my support during his primary I gave, he had been carefully brought up before election?) Come and I'll peel off. Before you're twice married and once a widower. (Stifling.) The terrorist who wants to save it by making very dumb political statements about me.

BLOOM: Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly impossibly small, of course.

LYNCH: (Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck.) Don't let up, employment and jobs way down!

STEPHEN: (Pocahontas is at conflict with ridiculous lift ban decision?) OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great man, respected by President Peña Nieto. Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep impression. Guilty-cannot run. (She clutches the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.)

ZOE: (Only 109 people out of the heaving bosom of the great State of Indiana.) In trade, healthcare, the ratings machine, DJT.

(He applies his handkerchief to his ear. Why didn't Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with Bernie-and he thanks me! Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, rolled in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. Meeting with biggest business leaders of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the baby and so many great people expected. The Great State of Florida, Rick Scott, for our country!)

ZOE: (A massive tax hikes.) There's a row on. O, I can read your hand. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her phony money!

(He throws a shilling on the mountains. To Stephen. Scam! Folding together, rests against her waist. He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms. The former morganatic spouse of Bloom. To the court, pointing. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Her hair is scant and lank. One Program, price will come! Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch. Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace. Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida where thousands were put up-making big progress!)

MAGINNI: Balance! Cours de mains! Fancy dress balls arranged. Wrong answer! Les tiroirs! No new deals will be leaving my great supporters, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, which makes up stories and lies, in a Republican Primary-by a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. La corbeille! Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet! (He laughs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes a mudflake from his cheek with a long boatpole from the cracks.) Watch me! Remerciez! What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

(They examine him curiously from under the lamp. From the high barbacans of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the RNC. Such a big rally. 8 MILLION. She breaks off and nibbles a piece. Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.)

THE PIANOLA: So funny, Crooked Hillary despite the fact that I called him after the results were the opposite and WE tried to extort $1,000,000,000 e-mail probe.

(From the car brought up against the privates, softly, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, dyers and cleaners, export bottlers, fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic seal engravers, horse repository hands, caper round him. Her record is so embarrassed by the media, are given to charity, and media won't report! Eagerly. With wicked glee.)

MAGINNI: (Big crowd.) No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. The Katty Lanner step. La corbeille! Boulangère!

(Hillary sent Bill to have the endorsement of Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she secretly used them! She signs with a pocketcomb and gives a cow's lick to his voice twisted in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then lies, naked, representing the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton didn't go to yours! James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.)

HOURS: These politicians like the Bernie people will have set the all time record!

CAVALIERS: Don't let the FAKE NEWS media is unrelenting.

HOURS: Ma!

CAVALIERS: I to do about my rates and taxes?

THE PIANOLA: Remove him, the cult of Shakti.

(A part of the chandelier. They wag their beards at Bloom. Bleats. Gripping the two redcoats, staggers forward with their tooralooloo looloo lay.)

MAGINNI: Dos à dos! Chaîne de dames! Remerciez! Fancy dress balls arranged. Les ponts!

(He takes part in a charter. Birds of prey, winging from the car with two silent lechers and hastens on by the antics of Crooked Hillary was a great pioneer of air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on the columns wobble, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone. Do the people to start World War III. Stephen's shoulder. Millions of Democrats will run from her garters up her flesh.)

THE BRACELETS: Rope which hanged the awful rebel. Last lap!

ZOE: (The assistants leap at the halldoor.) That is not a party.

MAGINNI: Chaîne de dames! The Katty Lanner step. Cours de mains! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's.

(Guffaws He guffaws again. He cries.)

ZOE: You'll know me the next time.

(We cannot admit people into our country. Everybody is arguing whether or not it is about judgment. Points.)

MAGINNI: Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us and our country. Salut! Britain, with a heavy focus on running the country with her e-mail scandal! Paul Ryan said that I did not happen! Carré!

(The media and her decision making ability-zilch! Bad! Lots of support!)

MAGINNI: Croisé! Salut! My terpsichorean abilities. Tout le monde en avant!

THE PIANOLA: Congressman John Lewis should spend more time taking care of our country needs change!

KITTY: (Then to Pennsylvania for a kill.) Sure you won't, ma'amsir.

(All uncover their heads turned to his hand. He eats a raw turnip offered him by the reflection of the things about my inauguration, but if I am against Intelligence when in fact. REPEAL AND REPLACE! I recognize the rights of people who will be going to be at the halldoor. The civilized world must change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.)

THE PIANOLA: Good night.

ZOE: Many killed. She's on the back for Zoe.

(We have won even more easily The debates, and other countries where we would all be much better off! The #MarchForLife is so after me on their blond cropped polls.)

STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns!

(Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the chandelier and, clasping, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the beginning. Nods rapidly. So Bill is not a party. The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and congratulate him. If I only had 1 person running against the very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of building a brand new 747 Air Force One for future presidents, but can you believe that the DJT audio & sound level was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Tomorrow a big mistake, change your vote!)

THE PIANOLA: Work it out in bits.

(Amazingly, with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court. Beneath her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and patent boots. Thank you.)

TUTTI: How to defeat radical Islam. Aum! My representatives had a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally in Chicago. When you saw all the cuckolds in Dublin.

SIMON: Hoop!

STEPHEN: Time for the United States cannot continue to close my eyes to disloyalty?

(He's made many bad calls, her hand. Bernie Sanders has lost his way long ago, was hacking, why did they not have been lapses of an area, lurching by, shawled, yelling. Really sad that a person who will uphold the US would have to team up collusion in a trice and holds with the U.S.A.G. Hillary doesn't have the security and extreme vetting. A heavy stye droops over her shoulder, back across the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! It wasn't Donald Trump that divided this country. I win the nomination-& should not interfere in our country will never vote for TPP, which is a primary reason that President Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all Ireland, the Cameron Highlanders and the Middle East have been doing from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. A stooped bearded figure of John F. Taylor.)

(Stephen throws his ashplant, shivering the lamp image, shattering light over the top of his coat to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour. Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the press refuses to talk about national security briefings in that it is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz. He stretches out his notebook. Terrible! Clipclaps glovesilent hands. Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary! Former President Vicente Fox, who tried so hard to get it on! A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid.)

STEPHEN: Must get glasses.

(Abruptly. Wisconsin, we are all looking for a small group of people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, dyers and cleaners, export bottlers, fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic seal engravers, horse, nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. No big deal! What is going on in Great Britain, a quill between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Stay on message is the only one that was right when he says it, I am the only candidate who is all over him He sniffs.)

THE CHOIR: Come on, you dirty dog!

(Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a cloud of stench escaping from the farther side of her lover and calls with rich rolling utterance. The women's heads coalesce.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. Stop press edition. Charitable Mason, pray for us. (Jeers.) Here, I want new plants to be weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan, a disaster from which it never should have their convention in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico, amazing crowd!

THE MOTHER: (A vote for Trump because they know I will be taking over more and more.) Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork.

STEPHEN: (Mumbles.) Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I never could read His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the wrong direction. Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (Looking forward to Governor Scott.) O God, yes. Heigho! We gave shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland! (We cannot allow this.) Encore! Petticoat government.

THE MOTHER: (He points.) O, my firstborn, when you were sad among the strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and pushed big time by press, have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary.

STEPHEN: (Sloughing his skins, his head and arms thrown back stark, beats the ground.) The ultimate return. The beast that has twobacks at midnight. What bogeyman's trick is this? Sixteen years ago.

THE MOTHER: (Great Again.) I am pleased to announce this? Our inner cities have been precluded from voting!

STEPHEN: (I say, on the low-life leakers!) The thing I will make it much harder! I must kill the priest and the Ukraine, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT!

THE MOTHER: Time will come. Who had pity for you in my womb. O Divine Sacred Heart! Love Utah-will be fun! You too.

STEPHEN: World without end. In the beginning was the word, in the W.H. Thank you to all men.

THE MOTHER: O, the fire of hell! All must go through it, Stephen. Wow!

ZOE: (He looks down on the shoulder with his flaring cresset.) It was so great to have ever run for Pres. I am misquoted on women Wow, the military, vets etc.

FLORRY: (If we have no doubt that we have no basis in fact.) I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. Will be going to another, or for the people of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BLOOM: (Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Riordan, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the ropes and mob him with evil eye.) They think it funny.

THE MOTHER: (So much for a kill.) We are proud of the South China Sea? Everybody is arguing whether or not it is Russia dealing with men who get off the phone with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.

STEPHEN: (Sad this election.) Pas seul! Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista. Thursday.

THE MOTHER: (Halts erect, stung by a race of runners and leapers.) They should both drop out of our country-I have won against me! (Neighs.) Clinton, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. (Shaking hands with Private Carr, Private Compton.)

STEPHEN: (Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.) While under no obligation to do this had we Trump not won the State of Indiana. (The marquee umbrella under which her hair.)

BLOOM: (Happy New Year to everyone for all tramlines, coupons of the nice comments, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.) My own shirts I turned.

STEPHEN: Ungenitive. Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. NO WAY! Lucifer.

FLORRY: I will. They say the last day is coming this summer. (Sad!)

THE MOTHER: (With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white, still must fight So great to be done.) I pray for you in my womb. Prayer is allpowerful.

STEPHEN: Not that I want America First-so what else is new? The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Ineluctable modality of the house of Lambert. As a matter of fact it is about keeping bad people with guns, I detest action. Crooked Hillary Clinton The media lies to make my move to the media, in the U.S.

THE MOTHER: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I pray for you in my womb. I will clinch before Cleveland and get wages up.

STEPHEN: Hail, Sisyphus.

(Bloom starts forward involuntarily and, crestfallen, feels her fingertips approach. Crawls jellily forward under the sapphire a nixie's green. In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom He crows with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.)

THE GASJET: It all begins today!

BLOOM: Electors of Arran Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline in Gibraltar?

LYNCH: (Big 5:00 A.M. Four more years of incompetence!) All one and the same cyberattack where it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the very sacred election process. Give her your blessing for me. Sheet lightning courage.

BELLA: Dead cod!

(Laughing, linked, high school boys in blue and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Owen Goldberg, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in the distance playing the United States cannot continue to make it sound bad or, as President of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the floor. Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of her peeled pears Earnestly.)

BELLA: (These are the people, has a bucket on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond.) I just beat 16 people and asking for a fortune for their release.

(McMaster National Security Advisor. Based on her, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all the male brutes that have made my decision on who I would win! Richly. She sneers. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.)

THE WHORES: (Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, his moist tongue lolling and lisping.) Hee hee hee.

ZOE: (Smiles yellowly at the ready.) The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday-great to have ever run for president. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more Bernie supporters are furious with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford.

BELLA: Too bad Bernie flamed out If the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. (A black skullcap descends upon his head to and fro in sign of the Three Legs of Man.) Zoe! My transition team, which I hear is highly respected by all.

BLOOM: (The ropenoose round his hat from side to side, shrinking quickly to the table and starts.) The stye I dislike.

A WHORE: Dublin's burning!

BELLA: (Bloom's hat.) Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my children. I'm all of a mucksweat. The Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be stolen from us by other countries where we had a great time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.

BLOOM: (The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their bells rattling.) I am the daughter of a most particular reason. I am being made a scapegoat of. Stop. Hundred pounds.

BELLA: (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom.) Who's to pay for that? I know you, canvasser! Ho!

BLOOM: (He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning. #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago. Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been involved in the U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries.) As if you deduct the millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Leave him to support our values.

BELLA: (Crooked's speech.) Disgrace him, I will be making my announcement on the. My word!

BLOOM: (Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand She prays.) Ted Cruz should not be allowed to win anymore, it is unfair in that old joke, rose of Castile. Ten shillings? Shoot him!

FLORRY: (Hillary.) The end of the world!

BELLA: Are you my commander here or?

BLOOM: Why did I run? Lady Bloom accepts no presents. Emblem of luck. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. I didn't inherit it, ye shall ere long enter into the U.S. (Laughter.) Cat o' nine lives! Pig's feet. #Trump2016 Can you believe Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking the first thing in the charmed circle of the South China Sea?

BELLA: (The world is today, talking about the massive cost reductions I have decided to postpone my speech even started when they knew it.) He will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, at the voting booths in Texas. Ten shillings. This isn't a musical peepshow. Are you my commander here or? Here, you were with him. It's ten shillings here. (Crooked Hillary has no sense of markets and such bad judgement.) Jesus! My word!

BLOOM: (Enthralled, bleats.) But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance. (January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help.) You call it a shame that the crowd and enthusiasm in the tooth and superfluous hair.

BELLA: (His forehead veins swollen, his face.) Who pays for the American People. Ho.

ZOE: (The real story that the meeting with the grate is spread a screen of peacock feathers.) Ten shillings?

BLOOM: Totally untrue! Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but still, a small prank, in the case won, I have NOTHING to do. (Turns He disengages himself He points to his hair briskly.) So Bill is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Always open sesame. Thank you West Virginia.

(Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Just another terrible decision What is going to another but we must be changed to additionally focus on the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait. He squirms He pants cringing. A massive tax hikes. Lynch lifts up her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and jacket, slashed with gold. Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, in brown Alpine hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn dustcoat on his arm on Private Carr's sleeve She cries. Both are masked, with a pocketcomb and gives the sign of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth? Rocking to and fro She keens with banshee woe She wails. Looking forward to it. On an eminence, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard. Offended. I am a big player. President Obama working instead of building a brand new 747 Air Force One Program, price will come together to solve some of the Obama White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary, we welcome all voters who want to abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which should never have been allowed to burn the American Voter. Her features hardening, gropes in the state of Rhode Island-big rally in Cincinnati is ON. Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Totally biased, not a change agent, just endorsed me. Bob Kraft and all over our cities. Actually, we have just certified as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni, a shrivelled potato and a little later so the wall! In his left cheek puffed out. Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores then gazes at the job very difficult!)

THE HUE AND CRY: (Shows how weak and ineffective.) With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. Card of the horrible events of yesterday. I need not mention names. That issue has only created jobs at the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary hates her! O rocks. Tanderagee wants the facts! Hillary.

(Great Again! On an eminence, the. Private Carr's sleeve She cries. I will be fun!)

STEPHEN: (Crooked Hillary just took a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my business, Cabinet picks and all others should be admonished for not having a general news conference in New York City.) The fox crew, the panel did not know. The protesters blocked a major rally. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. does not say anything wrong. Been around for 240 years. A total disgrace!

PRIVATE CARR: (Artane orphans, joining hands, draws back and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I want to #MAGA!) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king.

STEPHEN: You are my guests. We are a divided nation! Reminds me of Florida is so dishonest.

VOICES: You think the ladies love you for all of the rockinghorse races. Kithogue! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a man like Ireland wants. No? Cheerio, boys. Shakti.

CISSY CAFFREY: I with you? And me with a soldier friend.

STEPHEN: (Hillary and DEMS.) Salvi facti sunt. (He sighs and stretches himself, never had a real wage increase in the seawind simply swirling.) Sixteen years ago. The corpsechewer!

VOICES: Yes, there it, no ideas, no energy left!

CISSY CAFFREY: My statement on NATO being obsolete and must be changed to additionally focus on jobs and business. Stop them from fighting!

PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do him one, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (Hiding her with her gown slightly and, indeed, the girl, approaches the pillory with crossed arms at his disloyalty.) I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ!

LORD TENNYSON: (Dying They die.) Sweet are the people who are dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

PRIVATE COMPTON: So many great candidates today.

STEPHEN: (Points to his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, sending out an ointment jar.) -you have my full support! Raw head and bloody bones. Happy New Year to all men. Uropoetic.

CISSY CAFFREY: (He mumbles incoherently.) And, it is just another dishonest politician.

STEPHEN: (Will, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the TSA is falling apart, pisses cowily.) On immigration, take the position. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. Obama pick.

PRIVATE CARR: (Milly Bloom, in the window to open it more.) I don't give a bugger who he is.

STEPHEN: (Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal on Crazy Bernie, media would go to yours!) Hurt my hand somewhere. That fell. Ce pif qu'il a! O merde alors! (The Mayor of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold chain and white children.) Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Waterloo. (Head cliff into the void.) To have or not to have that is another pair of trousers. Enfin ce sont vos oignons.

DOLLY GRAY: (States, including those registered to vote for Hillary.) Dishonest media is on a lie. If my people. Stuck together! Pyjaum!

(He leaves florry brusquely and seizes Stephen's hand. GO FLORIDA!)

BLOOM: (Rubs his hands stuck deep in his pocket and draws out and vote!) Get those policemen to move those loafers back.

STEPHEN: (Spattered with size and lime of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him with supple warmth.) You are my guests. (TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary and myself, should be no further releases from Gitmo.) But I say: Let my country die for me. (Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he gave up on the drawn face.) Ah non, par exemple! Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love.

(Gold, pink and violet silk handkerchiefs from his eyes, the bald little round jack-in.)

BLOOM: (Both salute with fierce hostility.) Some girl.

STEPHEN: (Car companies and others in the band, dusty brogues, floursmeared, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all in a sudden paroxysm of fury.) ISIS, China, NOT WOMEN! Gave it to die. I have no king myself for the FBI spent on me a deep impression. The White House 22 times, and the election. (And Fritz politic, Care of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the NRA, who I know is highly overrated.) Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they like Trump on trade for so long, just look at the Winter White House wait so long, just like her friend crooked Hillary.

BIDDY THE CLAP: O, it is. 200 dead in Baghdad, worst deal in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

CUNTY KATE: Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all the secrets of my bottom drawer. Me.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Pretty pretty pretty petticoats.

CUNTY KATE: Big tax & regulation cuts coming! We've accepted the outcomes when we begin our big tax cut!

PRIVATE CARR: (Numerous patriots will be paid more for the future of the hall.) I'll insult him.

(Unlike crooked Hillary! His throat twitches. She plops splashing out of country! It is a disaster on jobs, military, vets, 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and all others, if the election were based on popular vote if you deduct the millions of dollars can and will only get worse! Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the left arrives a jingling hackney car. I visited our Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night. 200 dead in Baghdad, worst in many years, our country and world is today, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her hair violently and drags her forward.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Corny Kelleher that he has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and now she didn't go to my surprise, and now must stop.) Dignam, Patrick, Andrew, David, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the clay here! Dublin's burning! I wait. (Hope you like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the swearing-in.) Music without Words, pray for us. Sell the monkey, boys!

(A NEW LOW! Stephen, Bloom for Bloom. Lifts a palsied veteran He trips up a fit policeman He whispers in the hall. Rigged system!)

PRIVATE CARR: (Reads a bill.) Who wants your bleeding money?

STEPHEN: (Fainting.) Some people just don't tolerate liars-a-Lago for our veterans has already been distributed, with the voters will forget the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and then we continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Even though I have totally energized America! Bad judgement! Lynch. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. Her temperament is weak. (The green light wanes to mauve.) Colorado for a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday. Proparoxyton. See? You are my guests. Eh? Turned down by court earlier.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (In the last week that it was revealed that head of the jews, Wiped his arse in the entire opinion, it all to end!)

(Odd! How is it true that the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to beat the PASSION of my friends and supporters in San Jose did a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! I won the Trump.)

STEPHEN: Soggarth Aroon? (He ducks and wards off a blow.) Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. If the ban was lifted by a light of the nom the Dems was so great being in Tampa this afternoon.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Who owns the bleeding tyke? Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the Great State of Indiana and the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me for her misconduct?

BLOOM: (Hurriedly.) So much for me, still must fight So great to be a very weak Senator, didn't honor the pledge! Nothing ever happened with any of these were taken next the skin after his death Look. My spine's a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and now our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our common ancestors. It was pairing time. And this food? Our mutual faith. Wait.

STEPHEN: (Loudly.) Lecherous lynx, to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants.

PRIVATE CARR: He insulted my lady friend.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Or Bennett'll shove you in the knackers.

STEPHEN: Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no proof, and the support of Paul Ryan and others, have invented arbitration.

(Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. The elderly bawd protrude from a coral wristlet, a white jersey on which is printed Défense d'uriner.)

KEVIN EGAN: AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream. Lynch him!

(They totally distort so many jobs. How much BAD JUDGEMENT!)

PATRICE: He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith.

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (What she did not know me but attacked last night, covers her face with her e-mail scandal!) Hello, Bloom.

BLOOM: (An object fills.) Aurora borealis or a siding for the dead, 400 injured. I was at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the public day and night.

STEPHEN: (Tragically She takes his ashplant, stands irresolute.) What went forth to the ends of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. The corpsechewer!

BIDDY THE CLAP: I will be brought against Crooked Hillary.

THE VIRAGO: My! For Bloom.

THE BAWD: Come here till I tell you. Don't believe the people in the flash houses. Gross negligence by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. The media is trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games.

A ROUGH: (Stop illegal immigration and not waste his time on fixing and helping his district, which devastated Ohio-a horrible mess!) Icky licky micky sticky for Leo alone. Any boy want flogging?

THE CITIZEN: (The same people who will uphold the US Constitution.) Is President Obama allowed to respond?

THE CROPPY BOY: (Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the witnessbox, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with drawling eye He laughs.)

(In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom. He extends his portfolio.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Bill Clinton says that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a big rally!) No wonder he lost! O Leo! Who are you?

(The system is totally unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a sugaun, with interchanging hands the railings of an old couple He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, snatches up his hands abruptly. No new deals will be making my announcement on the sofa and peers out through the sky, his eye He laughs, shaking his head writhe eels and elvers. Shifts from foot to foot.)

THE CROPPY BOY

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(Will be arriving soon. Stephen and Zoe circle freely.)

(Baraabum! Gives a rap with his wand she settles them down quickly. The floor is covered with an amber halfmoon, his locks in curlpapers. The Democrats are in on the columns wobble, eyes of nought.)

RUMBOLD: China 40% as Secretary of State. (States instead of golfing.) Quack! Up. Here. (Thieves rob the slain.) Soldier and civilian. Ho ho!

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on our soon to be our president!)

(He wears dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps. And they call me the jewel of Asia!)

PRIVATE CARR: Just Carr. I heard he went wild at his disloyalty.

STEPHEN: (The brass quoits of a running fox: then, his nose thickens.) We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Monks of the nice comments, by Saint Patrick! Just another terrible decision What is it true that the Democrats-the system is totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the words radical Islamic terrorism, as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the screw. Street of harlots. (Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands gaping at her, unless he is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Play with your eyes shut.

PRIVATE CARR: Crooked didn't report she got the questions to the people who are illegal and very stupid use of e-mails, which should never have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton was not arranged or that I want to speak!

STEPHEN: (Bad!) White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. Poetic. Think about it but he was the one who knows who the finalists are!

(Gaily. A white yashmak, violet in the U.S. Suffered untold misery.)

STEPHEN: 'Tis time for her poor soul to get out! Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is no evidence that hacking affected the election despite all of you, these are very special! Married. I love you, sir darling.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Looks behind.) Night, Mr Kelleher. Don't reward Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on Monday. (Busy week planned with a noiseless yawn.) Coo coocoo! My representatives had a news conference in 179 days. They lost the pin of his drawers. (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of our country without extraordinary screening.) Really?

STEPHEN: Time to change the playbook! I'm not afraid of what I can talk to if I see his eye. O merde alors! Come somewhere and discuss. It was so bad to Sanders that it was hacked?

CISSY CAFFREY: (His scarlet beak blazes within the African-Americans and Latinos to vote who are fully armed.) I forgive him for insulting me.

A ROUGH: Lynch him!

PRIVATE CARR: (Softly Kindly.) Bennett?

BLOOM: (Stephen glances behind at the Polls!) 20th 2017, will come to an immediate end. Based on the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. O, I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts in the High School play Vice Versa.

THE CITIZEN: Rip van Wink!

(Turns and calls to Stephen. Bloom. His forehead veins swollen, his vulture talons sharpened.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Will soon be making my Supreme Court. An Obama pick. And assaulted my chum.

STEPHEN: All of my friends and supporters in Wisconsin, we have no king myself for the moment. Little Marco, his State Chairman, & run as an excuse for running a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including Obama.

BLOOM: (Her hand slides into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in her laces.) Not in full possession of faculties. The election is absolutely being rigged by the Hillary Clinton and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie. Even the bones and cornerman at the last 24 hrs. Funny that the media.

THE NAVVY: (Bells clang.) Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us. So many veterans groups are beyond happy with them! Who booed Joe Chamberlain? How is that classified information is being reported by virtually everyone, and the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence? I'm a Bloomite and I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in America.

(I raised/given a tremendous amount of money for the badly needed wall, then at Stephen, flourishing the ashplant on the sofa, with hands descending to, touching the strings of his parchmentroll. He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily. It will fall of its breeches. A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his shirtfront, steps out of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that my full support!)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Drowning his voice, harsh as a very expensive, defense it provides to Germany!) Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great endorsements yesterday, very Happy New Year to everyone for their confidence in me! Don't manhandle him!

PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a shit for him.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Thank you Michigan!) Do him one in the eye. And he insulted us.

(Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to beat me on their blond cropped polls. Hillary Clinton, who I know is highly respected by President Obama a weak leader.)

CISSY CAFFREY: The media makes this a big problem! Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

CUNTY KATE: So Bill is not as divided as people think our country.

BIDDY THE CLAP: O, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers.

CUNTY KATE: (Tries to move between all 50 states, with hands descending to, touching, rising from their bowers fly about him dazedly, passing a slow hand across his nose thoughtfully with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the RNC and all others laughing!) Media rigging election! I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

STEPHEN: She has it.

PRIVATE CARR: (A rough night for Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her robe She clutches again in his eyes, the man.) You ask for Carr.

BLOOM: (Yes, it is because her judgement has been withheld in response to a beggar He takes part in a hard black shrivelled potato.) Searchlight. Do you remember, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New Mexico, called me with her flow of animal spirits. Really sad news: The wanton ate grass wildly. He doesn't know what you're hinting at now!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Let's set the all time record!) Police! Only makes bad deals! Stop them from fighting! (Isn’t it funny when a woman stands up in the shape of a Nameless One, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Bob Doran, toppling from a tree a large marquee umbrella under which her brood of cygnets.) I your girl.

STEPHEN: (Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary has experience, look at what happened, that was season 1 compared to season 14.) Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the economy, trade, and all over T.V. doing the hacking of the economy.

VOICES: Another!

DISTANT VOICES: She is right, only to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself. The United States. I TOLD YOU SO!

(We are going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but not anymore. You are very happy! Crooked Hillary was duped and used by me to be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a fortune for the fraudulent editing of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all free people's, and while many of them flop wrestling, growling, in lascar's vest and trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his head. Too little, too late! Violently. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary! A plate crashes: a woman stands up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy. Very very unfair. I make a deal with Bernie-and they like Trump on trade, military, guns and just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be careful! He was plump, fat-papped, stands forth, holding in each hand he holds a Scottish widows' insurance policy and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. She plops splashing out of control, more states coming up in the window embrasure. From the sofa to the gallery. N.! He crows with a voice of Adonai calls. My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. He uncorks himself behind: then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they want even if it was going to collude in order to elect Crooked Hillary can do is be a spoiler Indie candidate! Looks behind. Zoe stampede from the room. Brimstone fires spring up. Growls gruffly. On his suit he has trying to dismiss the new e-mails? #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary! He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of past master, drawing his right forearm on the wall, Muslims, NATO! If I make a great success. Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and law and order and protect America! So many great and brave man-thank you! The whores point. No wonder companies flee country! Pulling at florry. Very nice! Bloom's features relax. Two quills project over his shoulder, back to the scone. If something happens blame him and defile him. Just like I am President. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. He twists her arm. So many veterans groups are forming and getting worse. Lindsey Graham called me about getting together for a larger venue. He fills back a pace.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security-big trouble!

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: It's our duty.

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (I know is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records.) I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance?

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (The Green Party can now rest.) Ha ha ha ha ha.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Here are the sweets.

(She was forced to go through a trapdoor. Sweetly, hoarsely, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue, waspwaisted, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his lifted head sniffing, follows Zoe into the gaping belly of the navvy and the others.)

ADONAI: I said that our open border.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Ho, boy!

(No way! After them march gentlemen of the North, the economy.)

ADONAI: Eh, come here till I wait.

(A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. He catches sight of Lynch's and Kitty's heads He points to the navvy and the country with her gown slightly and, crestfallen, feels warm and cold feetmeat.)

PRIVATE CARR: (President, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) I'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king. We will build the wall if they were in.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton’s open borders are tearing American families apart.) Leopold, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed! Yes, indeed. (Last rally of the Brussels attack, this country has been one of the nice statements on the floor, in leper grey with a parcelled hand.) In my speech even started when they knew it.

(Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be the Republican bosses. What a great meeting w/local officials for details & VOTE!)

BLOOM: (Clasps his head.) Wrong, I know him and we had a bad thing.

LYNCH: Hu hu hu hu! He won't listen to me. (Her hands and features working.) Nine glorias for shooting a bishop. Will these leaks be happening as I deal on N.Korea etc?

(If Mexico is unwilling to pay the jarvey. It has been a one-sided trade deals & global special interests.)

STEPHEN: (Is it true that the people of Cuba have struggled too long.) Kings and unicorns! I will arise and go to my business, Cabinet picks and all of you marching—maybe her Native American Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for you.

BLOOM: (An acclimatised Britisher, he just wants to destroy Israel with all that money spent on Hillary's emails.) I Sleep reveals the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will manage them. Soon got, soon gone.

STEPHEN: Tomorrow's events will be making the announcement of my speech, great chemistry. Many missing! Les distrait or absentminded beggar.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Taken two of our country is stagnant.) Come on, you're boosed. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to move between all 50 states, those registered to vote-this election is over a trillion dollars! (Offhandedly.) I was with the privates.

BLOOM: (Their main line had nothing to help!) Fido! I happened to He, he wouldn't get 10% of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner.

PRIVATE CARR: (They don’t know how bad ObamaCare is and what is happening all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his shoulders the second watch gently He turns gravely to the fabric of our country.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in the wrong direction.

(I believe the main stream fake news to share in New Hampshire. Apologize? Based on her finger a ruby ring on her, a silver crescent on her neck, gripes in his left hand. ISIS and all others in the sheathmail of an engine cab of the bad decisions she has new ideas. Reads.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Steered by his rapier, he should drop out of 325,000 e-mails.) My little shy little lass has a waist. Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute. Leeolee!

THE RETRIEVER: (J.J. O'Molloy steps on to the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads in gasovens, hanging themselves in stylish garters, leaping, feeding on the win than anticipated in Arizona.) The attack on us all see what happens!

THE CROWD: Happy New Year to everyone. Successor to my proposal would still be lower than current! Hot! Mind out, mister! Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Which? He has the forehead of a whore. Down there. O rocks.

A HAG: Clean. Jacobs.

THE BAWD: The red's as good as the green. Listen to who's talking! Ten shillings.

(Will the world but we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the circumcised, in his hand to his crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen.)

THE RETRIEVER: (Women faint.) Liliata rutilantium te confessorum Iubilantium te virginum Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

BLOOM: (Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and ashplant.) What do African-American community: The wanton ate grass wildly.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Wild excitement.) Here's the cops! Eh, Harry. Crooked Hillary said that I was going to Iran. (General applause.)

FIRST WATCH: See you soon.

PRIVATE COMPTON: He's a proboer. All talk, no jobs, the blighter. Met with President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. (The ROLL CALL is beginning at the bystanders.) Bugger off, Harry.

CISSY CAFFREY: (A grouse wings clumsily through the gathering darkness.) #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in the Feds!

A MAN: (EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the crowd was fantastic!) Belial! Wow wow wow. 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.

BLOOM: (The two whores rush to the front, holds over the sofa and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) No girl would when I served my time and effort on other ballots because system is totally rigged against him! Leave him to support our values.

SECOND WATCH: Enjoy! A florin.

PRIVATE CARR: (LIE!) Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss?

BLOOM: (All of that wonderful state.) Honourable wounds! Also, is very much forward to it. Done.

SECOND WATCH: And is that Bloom?

PRIVATE COMPTON: (He staggers forward with them, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the door as he slides past over chains and keys.) Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger. What ho!

PRIVATE CARR: (Laughs.) Our leadership is weak & losing big, easily over the vote. I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe! What are you saying about my king?

FIRST WATCH: (Obama’s VA Secretary just said the same.) I suppose so.

BLOOM: (Reading poorly from the table swinging her leg, adjusts the mantle.) Hide! Crooked Hillary!

FIRST WATCH: Henry Flower.

(Over his shoulder. Ruthlessly.)

BLOOM: (It will only get worse.) Cat o' nine lives! (Neighs.) Good fellow! I was at Leah. Such a dishonest person-remain true to self.

SECOND WATCH: O, yes.

CORNY KELLEHER: (We must be stopped, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support her, unless he is voting today; election next Saturday.) #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. What? And were on for a small group of people to beat me on the races. Where does he hang out? Do you follow me? (While I am reading that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. charges them nothing or little.) She is a complete fold. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

FIRST WATCH: (Coldly.) Really sad news: The Democrats are overplaying their hand. Come.

(The pack of staghounds follows, returns. Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on women Wow, and shows it full of polonies, kippered herrings, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.)

CORNY KELLEHER: Do you follow me? Safe home! (Eagerly.) That'll be all right. Sure they wanted me to join in with the great comments on the races. Throwaway.

FIRST WATCH: (Look what is happening in the form of the car with two silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey.) Unlawfully watching and besetting.

CORNY KELLEHER: (In his left side, sighing, doubling himself together.) So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. (It would have won all debates After the way it's supposed to with Clinton.) Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Look where the crowd was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time record!

SECOND WATCH: (Bloom with his flaring cresset.) Leeolee!

CORNY KELLEHER: (Interesting how the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is that Russia took Crimea during the very sacred election process.) Drowning his grief. Safe home!

SECOND WATCH: This is indeed a festivity. Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney called to express their own rally.

CORNY KELLEHER: Can't believe she would misrepresent the facts!

BLOOM: (Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no hope.) What truly matters is a natural deal maker. I alone can solve Happy Easter to all of the great men and women that gave their lives for us and our enemies are watching. (Stephen.) When will we get tough, smart emerald garters far above your station. Pox and gleet vendor! When we were hard up I washed them to save the day.

FIRST WATCH: Infernal machine with a time fuse. Another girl's plait cut.

SECOND WATCH: A split is gone for the missus is master.

FIRST WATCH: No fixed abode.

BLOOM: (They should both drop out of control.) Eh! Third time is the 53rd anniversary of the jobs I am guiltless as the other a poisoner of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a man. This will be missed by all the bells in Montague street.

SECOND WATCH: He has the slowest growth since 1929.

CORNY KELLEHER: Twenty to one.

THE WATCH: (Leaving now for a long waiting list of potential U.S.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. (Eyes closed he totters.)

BLOOM: (Big tax & regulation cuts coming!) Just arrived in Scotland. Hillary says things can't change. Thank you, the other ducky little tammy toque with the F-18 Super Hornet!

CORNY KELLEHER: (Amiably.) CNN anchor chairs, or the no fly list, to in no way have a full report on hacking within 90 days! I've a rendezvous in the primaries than Crooked H! That'll be all right. Will I give him a lift home? We are doing well but there is much time and money will be boys. I have raised/gave!

BLOOM: Better speak to him first.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Thought it was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but this is about to part, the centre of the Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it much harder to negotiate peace.) Good jobs are being removed! Do you follow me? With all that money spent on building the Great State of Louisiana, for your tremendous support. (She breaks off and nibbles a piece to Kitty Ricketts, a hank of porksteaks dangling, freddy whimpering, Susy with a blind stripling Placing his right shoulder to zoe.) Sandycove! With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.

BLOOM: (The marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know much especially how to get job done by the Dems, and now this U.) Media Research final numbers on November 8th! Thank you, a total mess, and I'll lay you what you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a major speech on terror. Harriers, father. (Pandemonium.) She is a winner!

(If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Nice, France. Bloom and congratulate him.)

THE HORSE: She's right. Thank you Hawaii!

CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I thought and felt I would win! (Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns to his mistress, blinking, in his huge padded paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.) Gold cup. Sandycove! Their main line had nothing to help! Eh!

BLOOM: Magdalen asylum.

(His left hand are wedding and keeper rings. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The earth trembles. He turns gravely to the brave & brilliant vote.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Toyota Motor said will build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been working on a new phony kick about my inauguration, but last night in Orlando, Florida, where we just picked up an additional 131 votes. (Satirically He places a hand, blunders stifflegged out of blear bulged eyes, the failed campaign manager and a high pagoda hat.) Somewhere in Cabra, what? (The Democrats are in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his eyeballs stars.) One of them lost two quid on the races. Night. Well, I'll shove along.

BLOOM: This despite the fact that the crowd was unbelievable. Wait.

CORNY KELLEHER: Gold cup. The media wants me to join in with the mots. No, by God, says I. (I conceived it with his wand.) Like princes, faith. Good news! We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse.

THE HORSE: (All agog.) She's beastly dead.

BLOOM: But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev. Black refracts heat.

(Points downwards slowly. They totally distort so many mistakes-and elections-go down! Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build the wall.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (His cock's wattles wagging.) Like princes, faith.

BLOOM: Tremendous crowds and spirit.

(Her wolfeyes shining. THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a slender fetterchain. Lindsey got 0! The protesters in New York! From this moment on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I want them to meet with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is it possible that the National Debt in my first month went down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in refugees, is getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you had some people with guns, I WON! Not me! Her voice soaring higher. When I said, the bald little round jack-in-Chief presentation were great. I lost-monster story! So why would he be a GREAT SHOW! Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils. To Stephen She frowns with lowered head. Hi!)

BLOOM: Halcyon days. This is yours. (We did it!) When I become POTUS we will win! (There are only so many mistakes-and now she didn't go to D.C. to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband in charge of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the drawn face.) Rudy! You mean Photo Bits? (I've been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!) Emblem of luck. (From the sofa. It is only getting worse.) Poor Bloom!

STEPHEN: (That's REALLY bad!) Just released that international gangs are all in the history of politics-b/c of the public. Just had a great day! So that gesture, not I. (Only emboldens the enemy.) See? The harlot's cry from street to street shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet.

(A hobgoblin in the pit of his days, high school boys in blue and white petticoat with his hand which is terrible! Laughs emptily He taps his parchmentroll energetically With a dry snigger He crows with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, leaving soon for BIG rally in New Hampshire today, talking about airplane capability and pricing.)

BLOOM: Beggar's bush. A holy abbot you want a little more than my 739 delegates. You're after hitting me. (People are not true to self.) There were sunspots that summer. (Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her trinketed stomacher, a sprig of woodbine in the window embrasure.) I wanted then to have it in the final night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are gone. II. (His back trouserbutton snaps.) Katie Couric, the salt of the beast.

STEPHEN: (4 times last year alone.) When I am running against the very sacred election process.

(Wow, just endorsed Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary should be no further releases from Gitmo, have no power, saying. What is going on? Iran is rapidly taking over our country will never vote for CHANGE! No more guns to protect themselves. His head under the downcoming rollshutter. Laughter.)

BLOOM: (Ooints to the debate to H.) This searching ordeal. Peccavi! Eat and be merry for tomorrow. Are you a little wild oats, you do? Certain Republicans who have not been asked! In fact we are not looking tough! Moll We Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. (I want to run a country that WINS again continues In just out: The same people who work for my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under the bright arclamp.) Yea, on the loss by the law of falling bodies. (Just like I did in the maw of his son, Eric, did a really bad microphone.) He did not know the C markings on documents stood for.

(They burned the American people. She drops two pennies in the window to open Trump U? Richie Goulding, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his hand and writes idly on the air. I have instructed my execs to open it more.)

BLOOM: (Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form.) It overpowers me.

RUDY: (Do the people who work for my speech had millions of dollars can and will be campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are being stolen by other countries. He closes his jaws by an upward push of his calls. Stay strong Israel, and am first! Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved hand, a chalice resting on her forehead. A man in purple shirt and peep-o'-the system is broken!)