#THANK U MR SIMON SIR

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Staged 2 thoughts!! (this will take a Year because I have a Lot of feelings)

tl; dr at the end

Hmmm I don’t see how it’s a love story yet

Staged 1 works well enough on its own but the second season is really essential as a companion piece upping the emotional ante (which is exactly how I feel about Good Omens 1 & 2 lol)

The opening scene mindfuck; The meta! We have reached levels of irony not previously seen possible

Who do I thank for the tacky Zoom interview show background? It deserves top billing

HE DOESN’T WANT THE GOLDFISH TO BE LONELY (metaphor) and then it FUCKING DIES

Celeb cameos in season 1 being all “hey! I like you!” in season 2 like “you are tearing them apart. I hate you. scum

Also the themeing of Michael Sheen and David Tennant being on their own “side” VS everyone else……….. Simon Mr. Writer Sir i see u and unfortunately i am in your walls

The writing feeling less theater-y works for the meta and I’m wondering whether they always had a second season in mind or if it’s just that well written

Was really hoping for a Colin Firth & Hugh Grant cameo ngl :/

The music didn’t annoy me as much this season since it was more of the horn oomp-pah-pah than the piano. Idk maybe my mind just changed

I didn’t know Whoopie Goldberg could be terrifying but here we are (also I forgot her name isn’t Whoopie)

“I think the wizard fucked your ass” ???

Setting up the awards and the baby was peak *pops P* comedy 🤌 Definitely needed since it gets Sad as it goes on

Welsh kink spotted!!! And so fucking blantant I was scandalized

“I’ll shove it up my ass where the rest of the excrement goes” Michael casually asking David to peg him. Nice

More bad magic. More pls and ty

Also moar Nina pls. T’was but a brief beautiful bluster in the wind

Tbh missed a lot of Michael & David’s back-and-forths VS season 1 but I get that’s… the point

Everyone agreeing David is whiney and annoying lmao get wreck’t

Also I forgot they don’t have air conditioning in Englandland ‘cause my man is sweating in every scene he’s in (unless that was intentional in which case… go on…)

The ladies!! That meta ending with the Bechdel test… I see you…

Still love Georgia and Simon’s sister (who I apparently don’t respect enough to google her name); I like Anna now too! She’s got this kinda quiet sarcastic edge I didn’t notice the first time. They all played off each other well in their 3 some (phrasing) scenes

Big amongus sus react that Anna has better chemistry with the two of them than with Michael of which there is literally zero chemistry. Compared to Georgia and David who are just electric with each other it’s honestly distracting

Actual torture watching them break down as other actors play them and drive their friendship apart, it’s fascinating to watch especially on top of it being themselves but, like, not we swear

“Am I your best friend” “No” Fuckin REJECTED !! looser!!!

Oh huh I can see how this is a love story, interesting

The David Tennant fanboy (he is a Real actor I just can’t think of his name) served juicy vomiting SFX realness

“So you’ve made love with him” BROTHER

It took me 87 years to realize warthog and mongoose were in reference to Timon and Pumbah lol <- I am not looking up how to spell this

The bannister being part of the bookshelf why did this make me laugh this hard

Ken Jeong actually reaching into the heart of everything and casually tearing into it Temple of Doom style and leaving everything to ruin lmao

I miss people getting too close to me (feral noises)

Ewan McGregor is cute and I am shallow 🥰

AU where Simon Pegg and Nick Frost did Staged and honestly it would still work aside from being dangerously heterosexual

Simon & Nick doing the Staged 1 back and forth but literally? mmmm that’s sum gud meta

Oh right I forgot the actual writer Simon’s in it too. He’s still good. I like his Zoom tantrum

Jim Parsons unconvincingly looking for his phone after he casually tells David that he and Michael are obviously in love and everyone sees it lmao

David Tennant has the unique ability to make this absolutely insane face reserved specifically for the emotion ��oh shit I’m in love with Michael Sheen” which like

I could kill the Good Omens costume department rn I stg take off those fucking sunglasses I’m so mad

Ohhhhhhhh yeah this is a love story

The Frozen snowman being the big bad final boss of cunt, oof you gotta love a good villain

Michael’s monologue the only one not in the kitchen area just breaking down completely I mean *claps until my hands fall off* he put his whole pussy into it. The frustration? The despair? I mean it felt like an audition monologue (in a good way) he walked through the valley in the shadow and death and came back a broken man with a fuzzier beard

CATE BLANCHETT ZOOM SNIPE

Apparently people didn’t like Phoebe Waller Bridge in the new Indiana Jones movie which I haven’t seen but idk I thought she was pretty funny and hot here. *ding*

MOOMIN MUG SPOTTED

The use of travel as a metaphor for feeling stuck emotionally *clenches fist*

“I like silence” *screaming from the other room*

“It’s like gas filling a room” <- fascinating way to describe their dynamic, it’s specifically referring to aimless conversations that snowball and “fill up a room” but it could also refer to the palpable energy between them— like even through the abstraction of a computer screen there’s this magnetic force that’s just riveting, it’s hard to describe

“We haven’t talked about love” > Seen at 2:17 PM LMAO

Michael alone with the black frame lingering shot. Acting and editing and directing choices so simple and on point. everything hurts

Struggling to say goodbye on Zoom physically reaching out unable to leave the frame that whole scene was just. You can just feel the love through the screen, it’s so layered and intimate despite essentially being “No you hang up first”

Zoom wedding! He stayed!!

I wonder if that’s Michael Sheen’s actual best friend. That would be cute

Anna whispering and telling him “nah I know your bestie is literally an hour away but he can’t come over lol” like??? why? let them love each other I cannot handle this villain arc

“I have to bring that one otherwise my tits will explode” Wait wasn’t she drinking earlier though? #ShivRoyMoment

“I was standing outside your job for four hours because I love you” <- dog from Up moment

Yes he is legally a Hobbit

The car window as an abstraction like the Zoom boxes *continued feral noises*

The direction of David putting his hand on the window and Michael walking away only then revealing Anna and the baby far in the background? We’re in 3 dimensions and they are all painful!!

Okay yeah I get it it’s a love story but I thought this was a comedy haha right guys why does everything hurt

It ends on that meta moment between David and Georgia which I can only assume is to set up for the third season although I dunno if that was planned at the time as well. It’s ambiguous but not distracting if they didn’t make another one

tl; dr: Staged 2 is a unique and excellent addition to Staged 1. The added meta textual layer of the other celebrities breaking down their relationship based on Staged 1 allows for a lot of “hiding behind my hands so embarrassed” moments, but also by pitting them against each other, it reveals their actual love for each other through the bickering. Season 1 on its own is a nice vignette of its time but season 2 with it adds a tension and intimacy that really takes both over the top

Kinda dreading watching Staged 3 since it seems like people overwhelmingly like it less than the other two because of the loss of the Zoom format and constant arguing, but I’m already in this far deep so I’ll stick the landing

To wit— awwwwwww, they love each other!

[soundprisms]

was about to say that my 4th grade self is screaming and crying but like. i’m screaming and crying right now. what the hell. this has to be some sort of fever dream.

[bookishofalder]

Saviours Coffee House [Prologue]

Summary: Negan hires a new manager.

Warnings: Language! We’re starting off tame, but get ready because future parts get dark. WC—+2.7k.

A/N: Even if you aren’t a The Walking Dead fan, you might like this story—it’s a coffee shop A/U, I really only take the characters from TWD!

Now

Your eyes were only on Negan as he stalked forward, his normally bright eyes dark with fury as he clenched the baseball bat in his hands. You’d never seen him so angry...you’d never seen anyone so angry. Apprehension coiled in your gut, your mind blank, a doe caught in the headlights. You knew you had to move, to stop him—but part of you almost didn’t want to.

It was the part of you that had been beaten and broken over and over screaming for it to end. Screaming for you to let it happen.

And fuck, you wanted to listen to her.

Maybe you would.

—

Way Back

Negan Dean was sat at his desk, staring at the computer monitor in front of him without really seeing it. His mind had wandered away from the shop's accounting, the task he needed to complete. He had reason to be distracted, though, as he was in desperate need of a new manager, and he had a few interviews lined up that afternoon.

He’d put off rehiring for too long, left the manager position open and simply worked himself to the bone, running the place and leading it. But it had been months.

He’d needed to keep busy, after Lucille...no, he wasn’t thinking of her today. He needed to get the accounts sorted, have some lunch, and then start the interviews.

That was today’s game plan, and he was sticking to it. The extra work had finally caught up to him, as he knew it would. He was ready to step back because he was fucking exhausted and wanted to focus on his role as the owner of the Saviours Coffee House, behind the scenes. He needed a full-time manager to run the floor, someone smart and competent and good with people.

Simon had been on his ass for a while now about it, but he’d resolutely ignored his long-time friend, too stubborn for his own good. He knew Simon was right. But it was going to be on his fucking orders that a new person joined the tea—his family—even if it meant he’d fallen asleep in his office some nights, slumped over his desk in pure exhaustion.

Negan finished his task and stood, stretching out the kinks in his back, before making his way out onto the loft that overlooked most of the shop below. He had a few couches up here, and a little kitchenette next to his office, the area acting as a staff room in many ways; customers could not come up. At the opposite end of the loft, a door led up to the next floor, which was Negan’s condo. He’d bought the entire three-storey after the recession, gutted the whole thing and, working with a crew of mostly friends who had various trade jobs, renovated it entirely.

Negan was proud of Saviours Coffee House, a dream that he hadn’t always had come to life in the walls of what used to be an old, relatively small, textile factory. Now situated in the heart of downtown, it was the perfect spot for an edgy, laid-back place to unwind, meet friends, go on dates. Hell, Negan loved looking down and seeing a customer stay the whole day as they worked, even if they only bought one coffee. As far as he was concerned, the moment you spent a dime in his place, you were a customer for the day. And that had been a hit with many of the locals and students from the nearby university. Open five-thirty in the morning till eleven-thirty in the evening, Saviours welcomed all. So long as you kept your feet off the fucking tables and minded your manners.

In his former life, Negan worked as a high-ranking guard at the nearby penitentiary. It was a minimum-security, well-funded place where non-violent criminals ended up. He’d loved his years there, but after getting stabbed for the second time (the first was when he was young enough that he’d bounced back almost instantly) he decided to retire.

He sunk all of his savings into this dream, and years later had a lot to show for it. He’d also met a lot of down on their luck men in his time as a guard, so after Saviours became successful, he started a hiring program for white-collar criminals who completed a local, not-for-profit reintegration program. He only kept two on at a time, and most moved on after saving up enough.

Currently at the bar was Dwight, who’d been with Negan the longest now, having started just over a year before after getting out from serving time for drug possession. If Negan was proud of anything, it was Dwight. He’d seen the man evolve from a quiet asshole who barely grunted when customers paid, to a friendly bartender who mixed both amazing lattes and delicious cocktails, even if he grumbled about it. He was a fixture here now as much as Negan—and probably more well-liked, but Negan didn’t care about being liked. As long as people were happy, he was just fine.

It was the post-lunch lull now, so Dwight was wiping up the counters and switching the signs around from daytime menus to evening. Maggie, who had been working at Saviours for about two years, was wiping down the tables while Fleetwood Mac played over the expensive Bluetooth stereo system. He’d asked Maggie if she wanted the job, but she’d only laughed before telling him plainly that she had no desire to work full time or see him that much. He’d figured as much, seeing as she was in university, but he had wanted her to know it was hers if she did want it—she’d earned it.

Dwight was happy where he was, and didn’t want to upset the balance in life he’d worked so hard for, which Negan respected. His newest employee, also a convict hire, wasn’t up to scruff to become the manager, as much as he liked Paul, or ‘Jesus’, as everyone called him. He was a nice kid, worked hard, but seemed content working three part-time jobs. That had left Rosita and Tara, both part-time and students, and then Carol, part-time and not interested as she worked as a volunteer at the Children’s Hospital and didn’t want to give that up.

Which left him where he was now, stomping up the steps to his place to have a quick lunch before back-to-back interviews of promising contenders for a job he wished like hell he didn’t need to fill.

+

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” Negan slammed his hands onto the marble counter in frustration as Dwight watched him. He smirked as he tidied up the barista station.

“That bad, boss?” Dwight was shit at keeping the amusement off of his face. Negan scoffed, glancing behind him to ensure no customers were listening, but it was busy enough now with the after-class and work rush that the cacophony of voices and music allowed him to speak privately despite the location.

Negan held up one hand, holding his thumb and index finger a sliver apart. “I’ve got this much fucking patience left. Only one candidate wasn’t a god damned catfish and I didn’t like him,” He sighed, nodding gratefully when Dwight pointed to the espresso machine, knowing Negan needed his usual five o'clock pick-me-up. “I’ve got one last one; Daryl's friend. If she doesn’t fit, I’m going to have to beg Maggie—and you know she’ll love that too much to say yes.”

With a laugh, Dwight nodded in agreement, expertly moving about making Negan’s latte. “Carol seemed pretty sure you’d like her, said Daryl thinks of her like a little sister and when he heard you were looking for someone he was adamant she’d be perfect.”

Negan sighed, “Yeah, and I like Daryl so if this doesn’t work out and I have to start hating him I’m going to be real pissed off. Thanks, D.” He added when Dwight passed over the piping hot drink, still grinning at Negan’s displeasure.

Dwight dipped his head forward, eyes behind Negan, “I think that must be her, don’t recognize her and she’s dressed too nice for this place.” With that, he turned away and started loading dishes into one of the dishwashers. Negan turned, eyes scanning for the potential candidate, and he didn’t have to look far.

Because there you were, right out of a fucking dream.

Dwight had been right, you were dressed far too nicely for Saviours, but perfect for an interview (which instantly gave you points over a few of the previous interviewees). You were weaving by a few men who were standing at a high table and hadn’t yet noticed Negan, which allowed him to survey you.

The pretty green dress paired with a smart leather jacket and shiny kitten heels gave off an air of sophistication, accentuated your curves beautifully, and rendered his mind to mush for a brief moment. You wore your hair down, and it fell in elegant waves around your shoulders. Fuck, though, if you weren’t the prettiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

He thought Carol had mentioned you were in your mid-twenties, but you walked with more confidence about you than one usually saw in those formative years. Already impressed, Negan pushed himself away from the counter, stepped forward and smiled.

You looked around, his movement catching your eye, and returned the smile warmly as you approached. No doubt, you’d looked up their social media, seen pictures of Negan. Any smart candidate would do that, and Negan could already tell you were a clever girl. He called your name over the music, and you nodded, extending your hand

Negan took it into his and shook, enjoying how small your hand was compared to his. You were curvy and petite in the best ways, so much shorter than him but fully voluptuous, and you dressed like you knew you looked damn good, fuck whatever society said about beauty standards. “Mr. Dean, it’s great to meet you, sir.”

Negan grinned down at you, then pointed toward the staircase to your left, “Come on up, it’s quieter in the office.” And he led the way.

When he glanced back to make sure you were following, Negan saw you looking toward Dwight, giving him a friendly wave. He gave you a nod, a near smile, a pretty decent result from the house grump. He needed a manager who could get along with everyone, so right there was another point in your favour.

Closing the door brought the loudness of Saviours down to mere background noise, the evening crowds were always loud as shit. Negan loved it, the differences between the start and end of days, the energy. He gestured toward two armchairs he had, hating the process of sitting behind a desk to interview like he was some hot shot lawyer. He preferred the less intimidating, friendly way. It was just a coffee shop, after all.

A damn good one, though.

When you settled, Negan took his seat across from you, suddenly feeling a little distracted under the gaze of your bright eyes. “Well I’ll get straight to it; you come highly recommended by both Carol and Daryl. I won’t lie, I’m a pain in the ass to work for and I’m looking for someone who can handle hard work, long hours and most importantly, get along with my people. You really think that’s you?”

You were sitting with your back straight, legs crossed at the ankles, hands in your lap. You looked entirely at ease, meeting Negan’s eyes straight on as he spoke. When he finished, you leaned forward almost imperceptibly, your response instant.

“I’m exactly what you’re looking for, sir. I love people and get along with everyone. Do you think I’m best friends with Daryl and don’t know how to deal with a pain in the ass?” At this, Negan smirked, “I’m hardworking, and I have no other major commitments, so full time and long hours will suit me just fine.” You had a lovely voice, which was probably why you’d stayed working at the sales call centre for years before now.

In your resume, Negan had noted the year gap in wor—you had stopped working for the call centre just over a year ago, though it was noted you were a freelance writer and kept income that way. But he found it curious that you’d been working since you were a teenager and yet hadn't worked a solid job in a year. And now that he’d met you, he could see you were the hardworking type. Carol hadn’t known why you’d been away from a job for so long, stating that Daryl knew but didn’t tell her. He had said it didn’t matter, and that was good enough for Negan.

“Well, I’ll admit, on paper you’re ideal, which is why I scheduled you last today. I wanted to have time to read you.”

“And,” You interjected, a small smirk on your lips, “You know that keeping someone waiting the whole day for an interview will shred their nerves and leave them more susceptible to letting their true colours out.”

Negan stared, surprised, “Can’t get much past you, eh?”

You shrugged, “It’s a good tactic. But I assure you, I’m just as competent in the evening as the morning, and I think if you give me a chance to prove myself, you’ll be very happy with hiring me, Mr. Dean. I want to work here, you have an amazing place. It’s a part of this community, and the reintegration program is something I respect greatly, I have no issues working with men hired from there.” You paused, adjusting yourself slightly, palms falling open on your legs, “And, I’ll be frank, I want a job that has long days, that’ll keep me busy and tire me out and let me build relationships with customers. When I found out you were hiring, I jumped on the chance for Daryl to have Carol put in a good word for me. It just seems...right, to work here.”

“What about your writing, do you still do that?” Negan watched your face closely, and it didn’t waver, instead, your smile widened.

“I can write anywhere, anytime. And I make my own schedule with whatever commissions I take on, so it’ll be easy to write on my days off, or breaks if I don’t have a day off,” You pointed at Negan’s phone, which he’d set on the wide arm of his chair, “I can also help with writing any social media or website content, I know Carol mentioned you wanted to expand that presence, and I’m comfortable with that sort of work.”

Negan considered you, letting a comfortable silence fall as he thought over your words. You did seem eager, excited, and the fact that you’d researched what he was looking for impressed him further. Breaking eye contact, he glanced down at your resume once more, though he couldn’t think of anything else to ask. If he was honest with himself, he was ready to hire you after the first two minutes.

“I like you,” He said, thrumming his hands on his knees, “When can you start?”

“In the morning? Or I can go home, have my dinner and come back dressed more appropriately for work, if you need me straight away, sir.”

Negan shook his head, both as a response and in an attempt to toss away the thoughts that stirred up in the back of his mind every time you called him ‘sir’. “Tomorrow morning is perfect. And since you work for me now, you can call me Negan, asshole, or shithead, no more ‘Mr. Dean’ or fucking, ‘sir’, okay?”

When you smiled at Negan, it was the most dazzling he’d seen yet, bright white teeth and sweet dimples making his heart stutter. Damn, you really affected him. He needed to get a gri—you were half his age, for Christ's sake.

“Thank you, Negan,” You stood, holding your hand out and grasping his when he offered, your head tilting back to look at him as he stood before you. “Really, I promise I’ll make you proud.”

“Kid, I don’t doubt it.” He replied softly, and for a moment you simply looked at one another. Negan wasn't sure if you felt it, but he did; it was a spark. Fleeting, but strong enough that he knew life was about to get interesting again.

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[ef-1]

The way I FLINCHED when Simon Rennie told Alex "Let's get stuck into Ricciardo, let's have him." It genuinely hurt my sensitive ass lol it was so jarring, like hearing Bono tell Max "its hammertime max, lets get Hamilton" LOL OR GP Telling Esteban " Rear end the shit out of verstappen" ahahahhahaha it really sucks being a sensitive sports fan lol, almost ruined my night harder than the missed podium 😭

Lowkey forgot about that thanks for reminding me you sadist

Open letter to Sir Simon Rennie:

Dear @ mr simon rennie have you considered calling him danny or bb instead? have you considered the weight of your words? will you please THINK before you speak in the future? It stung sis.

Hurts luv,

Fuck you and ur mama u insensitive bitch.

All jokes aside at least Alex gets to benefit from Simon's experience, his engineer last year was 100% snuck in from the Ferrari garage, the man was in a perpetual state of confusion.

If it is any consolation to you anon, remember that when Daniel decided to leave redbull Simon, who engineered for 2 world champions and stayed with Daniel for 4 years, literally went "aight imma head out send me back to the factory dont want anyone else" and dipped for 2 years until Redbull forced him out of hiatus.

[i-am-not-anon]

Under the eye of an institution

Part 10 (we have come a long way..)

Summary: Logan and Patton (both 16), as older students, are expected to look after two groups of freshmen in Watersouth boarding school for boys. Both of them despise the tradition of bullying that is subjected to the newcomers by older students in their school. The two respectively get a student in their groups who is a little different from the ordinary crowd: Roman and Virgil (both 15).

Author’s note: Hey, I’m back! Special thanks for those who pre-read this chapter and commented on it, you really helped me finish this chapter! There’s going to be some new conflict between our students, but don’t stress about it... or should you?

Triggers: General bullying, abuse and violence, violent punishments, panic attacks, self-deprecation, name-calling, i n s t i t u t i o n 

Other parts here

...

“So, what did Simons exactly do to you?” Logan questioned, shifting his legs as he stood before the two younger boys. His emotions rarely affected his body language, but now he kept pacing around and fixing his glasses, which already were perfectly standing on the bridge of his nose. And he wasn’t the only one, whose nervousness was noticeable. 

“Don’t ask me, sir,” Roman squeaked, taking a step back that he was almost hiding behind Daniel. “I wasn’t telling you anything. He was,” Roman pointed at his friend.

Daniel sighed. “He’s afraid because Simons made him swear he won’t tell this to you, sir.”

Logan nodded. “I see. So I have to pose as if I never heard any of this? Makes things more complicated to a degree, but I’m sure I can handle it. Roman, I assure you no soul excluding the three of us will find out if you disclose that information to me.”

Roman let out a breath. “Um, he told me how much he hates me and how disgusting I am, then took a grip of my hair and flipped me around in the air.” The poor boy lifted his hand to his curls, gently brushing them to not hurt his sore scalp. 

“I see.” Logan frowned, trying to remain calm. “And what for did he punish you like that?”

“For, because I was the goalie and I missed so many times and then we lost, and he was in my team,” Roman rambled, looking at the ground.

“What kind of atrocity!” Logan was shocked. “That has nothing to do with the school rules whatsoever!” The older student straightened his collar in a frustrated movement. “Did any other person in the losing team receive similar treatment?”

“No, sir,” Daniel answered, being the one who had been able to observe the situation better. “After being done with Roman, Mr. Simons walked back to the field and seemed to have no intentions to punish anyone else.” 

Logan leaned his hand on his desk, trying to regain control over his feelings. Why was he suddenly so taken aback by a punishment fairly common in this terrible school? Well, at least common for the tutors that were the most violent. He sat back on his seat, where he had been interrupted from doing his homework a few moments ago. “Please, take a seat both of you, I need a moment to contemplate this,” the older student advised, gesturing the boys towards his neatly made bed.

Daniel and Roman sat down, the former still protectively holding the latter. Roman didn't mind that, leaning his head on Daniel's shoulder while waiting for Logan to figure something out. It was nice to have one good friend, at least. They had known each other for barely two weeks but it felt like a much longer time. 

….

Virgil sat in the second most comfortable sofa of the library, reading a collection of short novels while listening to a relaxing playlist. He had finished his homework already, and tried to focus on the story instead of the welling homesickness inside him. Oh, how he missed his brother. Why did he have to be exactly three years older than Virgil, so that he just had finished this school when Virgil came in? Emile was in university now, studying his beloved psychology. He had been the one to support Virgil when he had felt his worst, and helped him to get the therapist he had urgently needed.

The young boy sighed, putting his book away. Emile was the person he loved most in this whole world. He also was the only person excluding his parents who he was comfortable getting a hug from. Virgil felt the tears coming, but there was nobody watching so he let them fall. 

Because there definitely were people who cared for him and who he deeply loved, but why did they have to be so far away?

…

Logan almost felt steam coming out of his ears as he wrote notes about which teacher would be the most likely to actually take action in making sure only the respective tutors took care of their students. That was part of the school rules, but in reality nobody really made sure it was practiced accordingly. Once again, the teachers didn’t really care as long as it caused no interruption to their classes. 

List of teachers 

Mr. Brass- would only encourage more punishments

Mr. Wilson- would scold the culprit for a minute, but not make big enough deal about it

Mr. Houston- is always too tired to care

Mr. Higgins- has little authority

Mr. Atkinson- very lawful, might actually be irritated about Simons not following the rule

The list went on, but no better choice was presented than Mr. Atkinson. Logan sighed quietly, remembering Roman and Daniel were still sitting on his bed, chatting quietly to each other. 

“Boys, you can go continue your afternoon. It will take me a moment to figure this problem out in its entirety, and in the meanwhile I would instruct you to stay away from Simons.” Logan scratched the back of his neck. “I know it’s not solving anything, just a temporary solution until we get him actually responsible of his actions. I hope you a relaxing rest of the day.”

Daniel and Roman glanced at each other, then getting up and walking to the door. “Thanks, Mr. Andrews,” Daniel nodded his head as they got out of the room. 

“You’re welcome, boys.”

...

The next morning began with chemistry classes for both Roman and Virgil. The latter waited further away in the hall until the others had entered the class. That way, he hoped, Roman would not see him and therefore forget to insult him. He still had to think which would be more effective way to get past it when leaving, though; leaving earliest or latest. He could think about it during the class. 

“Alright, boys,” Mr. Houston called their attention. “I’m giving you a group project that will be presented next week-” He shot a frustrated glance at Roman, who had cheered in a hushed voice, “and I’m assigning the groups.” Mr. Houston payed no attention to Roman’s groan, but became naming the boys who had been paired together. 

“George and Matts, Isaac and Daniel, Roman and Virgil...” 

Virgil crushed the piece of paper he had been holding in his hand. This was so unfair. And Mr. Houston wouldn’t bat an ear to any compliments about the pairings because “You have to learn to work with all kinds of people for your future” He ignored Roman, who moved his desk next to his and greeted excitedly. 

What an idiot.

Roman kept trying to get Virgil’s attention, talking to him or sometimes poking his side. At first he tried to be nice and work with the quiet boy, but as his partner kept turning his back on him and not answering on how they should start the work, Roman began annoying him more and more. 

“I thought you stuttered, and wasn’t mute, stupid,” 

poke to the side

Roman whispered to Virgil’s ear, leaning way closer than Virgil preferred. “Or did you go deaf, too? We gotta do this project!”

Virgil moved slightly further away, continuing to look at the textbook page but not being able to concentrate. He hated Roman So. Much.

Roman stretched over to smear the face Virgil was looking at on the book with his pen. He grinned victoriously, as Virgil finally turned to look at him. 

“L-l-l-eave m-me al-a-al-alone!”

Roman tilted his head, still grinning maliciously. “O-o-oh? S-s-so no-no-now you can s-sp-s-s-pe-spe-speak?”

Virgil striked Roman on his face, and Roman’s chair crashed loudly on the floor as he fell down more out of surprise than the power of the punch. “Ow!!” In a second, he lunged on Virgil, who had stood up and almost managed to dodge the other boy, sending them both tumbling on the floor, where they continued fighting. Mr. Houston shouted at them, and when it didn’t seem to cause any kind of reaction, he had to separate them by force and held them up by their collars. 

“WHAT was that?”

The teacher shouted in such a volume, that Virgil held his ears. Mr. Houston began dragging the boys to the door, handling them roughly. He muttered something along the lines of “Hasn’t happened in three years” And quickly instructed the rest of the class to continue working and better behave while he was gone.

…

Mr. Wilson, having been teaching the older group Linear Algebra, opened the classroom door after hearing the angry knocks. He looked confused for a second, finding his workmate holding two yonger students apart by their collars, but stepped to the side to let him look inside. Teacher Higgins stepped one foot in the class, looking around with annoyance, as if he had been the one getting in trouble. 

“Logan Andrews, Patton Sawyer! Your students started a fight in my class and interrupted it greatly. I reckon you two do something about this, I need to get back to my work.”

Logan and Patton glanced at each other, and quickly collected their things to get outside. Mr. Wilson gave them the rest of the exercises to complete later, and now they were faced with two pouting students in the hall. 

“Virgil?” 

Patton looked so betrayed, that Virgil finally felt the guilt stinging in his chest. But it didn’t stop him from glaring at Roman with all the hate he could possibly gather.

Logan frowned at the two. “Roman, why did you hit Virgil?”

“Oh!!!???? I hit the poor Virgil?? He started it!” Roman screamed, pointing at the boy. There was about 3 feet between them, and Virgil didn’t bother to look up.

“Did you, Virgil?” Patton stepped closer, but Virgil stayed silent. He wouldn’t say a word when the Idiot was present, because he refused to be mocked again. 

Patton sighed, taking a step back. “Alright, boys. I think we need to find a place to sit down and talk this through. I don’t want anybody getting in any more trouble, and it’s not cool to hate others for long.”

“I agree,” Logan nodded, and they began walking to get downstairs.

“It’S nOT cOoL To HatE OtHeRs” Virgil mimicked to himself behind the tutor’s backs. He didn’t remember a time when he had been this angry towards everybody around him, but in all honesty, it made him feel powerful in a situation where in reality he had little to no control.

Roman sticked his tongue out at Virgil as they walked behind their tutors, and Virgil tried to slap him but the boy dodged it, so Virgil kicked him, to which Roman cried out loudly. That guy is way too good in making all of this look like my fault, the boy thought to himself, as Patton turned to scold his student. He really had to do the rest of this carefully and not fall in Roman’s traps like he just had. 

There’s only one thing good about all of this, Virgil thought. It all goes just like my worst, anxiety-filled thoughts had assumed, so I feel like I’ve at least seen this coming.

[yesbiffwritesthings]

“don’t get your hopes up too high”: An Exhaustively Curated 2018 Playlist

So, since time immemorial I have been putting together year-end playlists and for a long time they were pretty sloppy affairs overall.  Last year, I decided to make up some kind of formula for putting these playlists together.  Basically what it comes down to is, from every new album I listen to, released in the given year, I pick one song.  No repeating artists because that gets to be too much (although featured acts aren’t subject to this rule).  When deciding what releases are going to get my attention, aside from my own personal tastes (skews toward alt. rock and punk a lot of the time) and releases from longtime favorites (this year we saw releases from Metric, and Animal Collective, as well as a long-awaited A Perfect Circle album, and even a Spotify single from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs), I try to get give more of my time to queer artists (and this year there were TONS of queer acts releasing great music--Adult Mom, Laura Jane Grace & the Devouring Mothers, Janelle Monae, Snail Mail, SOPHIE, etc. etc. etc. hallelujah).  I also try to make an effort broaden my musical worldview by making time for artists that operate within genres I don’t always naturally gravitate towards.  This was a great year to get back into hip-hop (Rico Nasty, Cardi B, Tierra Whack, Black Panther OST) after not really vibing with some of the directions it has taken in the past ten or so years.  I have also tried to include a track by every band I saw in 2018, providing they actually released something in 2018 and it is available on Spotify (strong apologies to Partner, Bully, Shellshagg, Kimya Dawson, Rozwell Kid, Los Campesinos, the incomparable Liz Phair, and the legendary Fleetwood Mac--y’all didn’t release anything this year).  I give myself until the end of January of the following year to finalize my expansive, year-end playlist, and here we are.  This years playlist is over 15 hours long--almost long enough to put on while you’re doing all that laundry you've been putting off.  I hope you enjoy.

Full list of songs:

The 1975 - “Love it if We Made it”, from A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

Ab-Soul - “Bloody Waters” [ft. Anderson .Paak], from _Black Panther _OST Adult Mom - “Drive Me Home”, from Soft Spots Amanda Palmer - “Mr. Weinstein Will See You Now” [ft. Jasmine Power], from “Mr. Weinstein Will See You Now” single Amen Dunes - “Miki Dora”, from Freedom American Pleasure Club - “New Years Eve”, from A Whole Fucking Lifetime of This Animal Collective - “Jake & Me”, from Tangerine Reef Anna Burch - “Quit the Curse”, from Quit the Curse Anna Calvi - “Don’t Beat the Girl Out of My Boy”, from Hunter Antarctigo Vespucci - “Not Yours”, from Love in the Time of E-Mail Arctic Monkeys - “Four Out of Five”, from Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino Ariana Grande - “No Tears Left to Cry”, from Sweetener Ava Luna - “Centerline”, from Moon 2

The Bascinets - “Jangle Bee”, from 378 Vol. 1 EP Bat Fangs - “Bad Astrology”, from Bad Astrology Beach House - “Last Ride”, from 7 Bear Hands - “Back Seat Driver”, from “Back Seat Driver” single Bettye LaVette - “What Was it You Wanted” [ft. Trombone Shorty], [Bob Dylan cover], from Things Have Changed Big Freedia - “Karaoke” [ft. Lizzo], from 3rd Ward Bounce Billie Eilish - “When the Party’s Over”, from “When the Party’s Over” single Black Belt Eagle Scout - “Soft Stud”, from Mother of My Children Bleachers - “Alfie’s Song (Not So Typical Love Song)”, from Love, Simon OST Blood Orange - “Charcoal Baby”, from Negro Swan Bob Dylan - “He’s Funny That Way” [Gene Austin cover], from Universal Love: Wedding Songs Reimagined Booji Boys - “Locked (Barely Open)”, from Unknown Pleathers EP Boygenius - “Bite the Hand”, from Boygenius EP Brandi Carlile - “Every Time I Hear That Song”, from By the Way, I Forgive You The Breeders - “Walking With a Killer”, from All Nerve  Bristletongue - “Thistle Among Roses”, from Femme Florale EP Brockhampton - “Thug Life”, from Iridescence

Camp Cope - “The Opener”, from How to Socialise & Make Friends Cardi B - “Ring” [ft. Kehlani], from Invasion of Privacy Caroline Rose - “Bikini”, from Loner Caroline Says - “Cool Jerk”, from No Fool Like an Old Fool The Carters - “Apeshit”, from Everything is Love Cat Power - “Wanderer”, from Wanderer Celine Dion - “Ashes”, from Deadpool 2 OST Chai - “Fried”, from Pink Chance the Rapper - “My Own Thing” [ft. Big Purp], from “My Own Thing” single Childish Gambino - “This is America”, from “This is America” single Christine & the Queens - “Girlfriend” [ft. Dâm-Funk], from Chris Chvrches - “Get Out”, from Love is Dead Closer - “This Year”, from All This Will Be Cloud Nothings - “So Right, So Clean”, from Last Building Burning Company of Thieves - “Window”, from Better Together EP Comrade Question - “Never Change”, from Four Seasons Con Connections - “Low, Low, Low”, from Foreign Affairs Control Top - “Type A”, from “Type A” single Courtney Barnett - “Charity”, from Tell Me How You Really Feel Cupcakke - “Total”, from Ephorize

Damn the Witch Siren - “I Don’t Want to Say I’m Sorry”, from Red Magic Daphne & Celeste - “You & I Alone”, from Daphne & Celeste Save the World Dashboard Confessional - “We Fight”, from Crooked Shadows David Byrne - “Everybody’s Coming to My House”, from American Utopia Death Cab For Cutie - “Gold Rush”, from Thank You For Today The Decemberists - “I’ll Be Your Girl”, from I’ll Be Your Girl” A Delicate Motor - “Do For Self”, from Fellover My Own didi - “Haru”, from Like Memory Foam Dilly Dally - “Bad Biology”, from Heaven Dirty Projectors - “I Found it in U”, from Lamp Lit Prose Django Django - “Beam Me Up, from Marble Skies Downtown Boys - “Fotos y Recuerdos” [Selena cover], from “Fotos y Recuerdos” single Drake - “In My Feelings”, from Scorpion Dream Wife - “Spend the Night”, from Dream Wife DRAM - “WWYD?”, from That’s a Girl’s Name EP Drinks - “Pink Or Die”, from Hippo Lite

El Perro Del Mar - “We Are History”, from We Are History EP EMA - “Dark Shadows”, from Outtakes From Exile EP Empath - “The Eye”, from Liberating Guilt & Fear EP Empress Of - “Love For Me”, from Us Ezra Furman - "Suck the Blood From My Wound", from Transangelic Exodus

Father John Misty - "Disappointing Diamonds Are the Rarest of Them All", from God's Favorite Customer Fatoumata Diawara - "Nterini", from Fenfo (Something to Say) Fields & Planes - "Alice", from Press First Aid Kit - "It's a Shame", from Ruins Fischerspooner - "Discreet", from Sir  Flasher - "Business Unusual", from Constant Image Florence & the Machine - "Hunger", from High As Hope Frank Ocean - "Moon River" [Audrey Hepburn cover], from "Moon River" single Franz Ferdinand - "The Academy Award", from Always Ascending The Frights - "Over It", from Hypochondriac Fucked Up - "Tell Me What You See", from Dose Your Dreams

Gabby's World - "Winter, Withdraw", from Beast On Beast Gerard Way - "Baby You're a Haunted House", from "Baby You're a Haunted House" single Gia Margaret - "Smoke", from There's Always Glimmer Girlpool - "Picturesong", from "Picturesong" single The Go! Team - "The Answer's No--Now What's the Question?", from Semicircle Goodbye Honolulu - "Lorry Can't Love", from More Honey Goat Girl - "The Man With No Heart Or Brain", from Goat Girl Greta Van Fleet - "When the Curtain Falls", from Anthem of the Peaceful Army Gymshorts - "Ding Dong Ditch", from Knock Knock

H.E.R. - "Lord is Coming", from I Used to Know Her: Part Two EP harunemuri **- "sekaiwotorikaeshiteokure", from harutosyura Hatchie - "Sure", from Sugar & Spice EP Hinds - "To the Morning Light", from I Don't Run The HIRS Collective - "Not For You" [Moor Mother remix], from Friends, Lovers, Favorites Hop Along - "Not Abel", from Bark Your Head Off, Dog Hovvdy - "Late", from Cranberry Hozier - "Nina Cried Power" [ft. Mavis Staples], from Nina Cried Power EP

Iceage - "Take it All", from Beyondless  Idles - "Smaritans", from Joy As an Act of Rebellion Illuminati Hotties - "The Rules", from Kiss Yr Frenemies Interpol - "If You Really Love Nothing", from Marauder The Interrupters - "Gave You Everything", from Fight the Good Fight Iron & Wine - "Milkweed", from Weed Garden EP

Jack White - "Over & Over & Over", from Boarding House Reach Janelle Monae - "Pynk" [ft. Grimes], from Dirty Computer Japanese Breakfast - "Dreams" [The Cranberries cover], from Spotify Singles Jay Rock - "Redemption" [ft. SZA], from Redemption Jeff Rosenstock - "Let Them Win", from POST- Jenn Champion - "O.M.G. (I'm All Over It)", from Single Rider Jenny Hval - "Spells", from The Long Sleep EP Jorja Smith - "I Am", from Black Panther OST Joyce Manor - "Fighting Kangaroo", from Million Dollars to Kill Me Juice WRLD - "Lucid Dreams", from Goodbye & Good Riddance Julia Holter - "Turn the Light On", from Aviary Juliana Hatfield - "A Little More Love" [Olivia Newton-John cover], from Juliana Hatfield Sings Olivia Newton-John  Jupiter & Okwess - "Ekombe", from Kin Sonic

Kacey Musgraves - "Space Cowboy", from Golden Hour Karen O - "YO! MY SAINT" [ft. Michael Kiwanuka], from "YO! MY SAINT" single Kendrick Lamar - "All the Stars" [ft SZA], from Black Panther OST Kero Kero Bonito - "Time Today", from Time 'n' Place Kesha - "I Need a Woman to Love" [Janis Joplin cover], from Universal Love: Wedding Songs Reimagined  Khalid - "Love Lies" [ft. Normani], from Love, Simon OST King Princess - "Pussy is God", from "Pussy is God" single Kimbra - "Right Direction", from Primal Heart Kississippi **- "Adrift", from Sunset Blush Krimewatch - "The Big Picture", from Krimewatch Kurt Vile - "Check Baby", from Bottle it In

Lala Lala - "I Get Cut", from The Lamb Laura Jane Grace & the Devouring Mothers - "Reality Bites", from Bought to Rot Laura Stevenson - "Maker of Things", from "The Mystic & the Master" single Lauren Ruth Ward - "Well, Hell", from Well, Hell Leikeli47 - "Top Down", from Acrylic Leon Bridges - "Bet Ain't Worth the Hand", from Good Thing  Loma - "Relay Runner", from Loma Long Neck - "Elizabeth", from Will This Do? Lord Huron - "Wait By the River", from Vide Noir Low - "Rome (Always in the Dark)", from Double Negative  Lowpines - "Parasite", from In Silver Halides Lucius - "Woman", from Nudes Lucy Dacus - "Timefighter", from Historian Lykke Li - “Jaguars in the Air”, from So Sad, So Sexy

The Men - "Come to Me", from Drift Meshell Ndegeocello - "Smooth Operator" [Sade cover], from Ventriloquism Metric - "Dressed to Suppress", from Art of Doubt MGMT - "One Thing Left to Try", from Little Dark Age Middle Kids - "Edge of Town", from Lost Friends Mister Moon - "Plastic", from Codes EP Mitski - "Nobody", from Be the Cowboy Mountain Man - "AGT", from Magic Ship Mourn - "Candle Man", from Sorpresa Familia Muncie Girls - "Jeremy", from Fixed Ideals Mungbean - "Wednesday", from "Wednesday/Aimed at You" single

Natalie Prass - "The Fire", from The Future & The Past Neko Case - "Gumball Blue", from Hell-On Night Flowers - "Head On", from Wild Notion Noble Vices - "Wheelhouses", from "Wheelhouses" single Noname - “With You", from Room 25 Nothing - "Us/We/Are", from Dance On the Blacktop Now, Now - "Window", from Saved

Ohmme - "Icon", from Parts The Ophelias - "Lover's Creep", from Almost Ought - "Disgraced in America", from Room Inside the World Ovlov - "Stick", from TRU

Palm - "Swimmer", from Rock Island Parquet Courts - "Normalisation", from Wide Awake! Peach Kelli Pop - "Parasomnia", from Gentle Leader Peggy Gou - "It Makes You Forget (Itgehane)" [edit], from "It Makes You Forget (Itgehane)" single A Perfect Circle - "So Long & Thanks For All the Fish", from Eat the Elephant Petal - "Stardust", from Magic Gone Phoebe Bridgers - "Friday I'm in Love" [The Cure cover], from Spotify Singles Pinky Pinky - "Robber", from Hot Tears  Poppy - "Play Destroy" [ft. Grimes], from Am I a Girl? Preoccupations - "Espionage", from New Material Princess Chelsea - "I Love My Boyfriend", from The Loneliest Girl Protomartyr - "Wheel of Fortune" [ft. Kelley Deal], from Consolation EP

Q-Tip and Demi Lovato - "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" [Elton John cover], from Revamp

Radattack - "Rock & Roll Party Queen", from "Rock & Roll Party Queen" single Rainbow Kitten Surprise - "Hide", from How to: Friend, Love, Freefall Remember Sports - "Making it Right", from Slow Buzz Rico Nasty - "Oreo", from Nasty Robert Delong - "Favorite Color is Blue" [ft. K-Flay], from See You in the Future EP Robyn - "Missing U", from Honey Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - "Exclusive Grave", from Hope Downs Ron Gallo - "Really Nice Guys", from Really Nice Guys EP Rosalia - "Di Mi Nombre", from El Mal Querer Saintseneca -  ” Good Hand", from Pillar of Na Say Lou Lou - "All Love to Me", from Immortelle Screaming Females - "Deeply", from All at Once Shame - "Concrete", from Songs of Praise Shannon & the Clams - "The Boy", from Onion Shannon Shaw - "Golden Frames", from Shannon in Nashville Shilpa Ray - "Shoot This Dying Horse", from Nihilism The Sidekicks - "Twin's Twist", from Happiness Hours SiR - "Summer in November", from November Skating Polly - "Free Will at Ease", from The Make it All Show Sleep - "Marijuanaut's Theme", from The Sciences Slothrust - "For Robin", from The Pact Smashing Pumpkins - "Silver Sometimes (Ghosts)", from Shiny & Oh So Bright, Vol. 1: No Past, No Future, No Sun Snail Mail - "Pristine", from Lush Snarls - "Lonely", from Snarls EP SOB X RBE - "Paramedic!", from Black Panther OST Soccer Mommy - "Cool", from Clean SOPHIE - "Immaterial", from Oil of Every Pearl's Un-Insides Souther - "Enough", from Blume EP Spiritualized - "On the Sunshine", from And Nothing Hurt SSION - "1980-99" [ft. Patty Schemel and Sky Ferreira], from O St. Vincent - "Los Ageless" [piano version], from Mass Education Stef Chura - "Degrees", from "Degrees/Sour Honey" single Sunflower Bean - "Burn It", from Twentytwo in Blue Superchunk - "Erasure" [ft. Stephin Merritt and Waxahatchee], from What a Time to Be Alive  Superorganism - "Night Time", from Superorganism Swearin' - "Big Change", from Fall Into the Sun

Tanya Tagaq - "Run to the Hills" [ft. Damian Abraham] [Iron Maiden cover], from "Run to the Hills" single Tanlines - "Row, Row, Row Your Boat", from Presents EP Teenage Wrist - "Dweeb", from Chrome Neon Jesus They Might Be Giants - "Let's Get This Over With", from I Like Fun Third Eye Blind - "In the Fade" [Queens of the Stone Age cover], from Thanks For Everything EP Thumpers - "Tenor", from Life All In EP Tierra Whack - "Fuck Off", from Whack World Titus Andronicus - "Above the Bodega (Local Business)", from A Productive Cough Tom Misch - "Isn't She Lovely" [Stevie Wonder cover], from Geography Tomberlin - "You Are Here", from At Weddings Toto - "Hash Pipe" [Weezer cover], from "Hash Pipe" single Tracyanne & Danny - "It Can't Be Love Unless it Hurts", from Tracyanne & Danny  TT - "Take One", from LoveLaws tune-yards - "Colonizer", from i can feel you creep into my private life Turtlenecked - "Knocked Down By Another Ghost", from High Scores of the Heart TV Girl - "King of Echo Park", from Death of a Party Girl Twin Shadow - "Saturdays" [ft. Haim], from Caer

U.S. Girls - "Rage of Plastics", from In a Poem Unlimited Ultra Beauty - "Pegasuss", from Ultra Beauty EP Unknown Mortal Orchestra - "Hunnybee", from Sex & Food

Vacation - "Action Road", from Mouth Sounds #2699 The Vaccines - "Surfing in the Sky", from Combat Sports Valerie June - "Mad About the Girl", from Universal Love: Wedding Songs Reimagined

Waxahatchee - "Takes So Much", from Great Thunder EP Weaves - "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)", from "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)" single The Weeknd - "Wasted Times", from My Dear Melancholy EP Weezer - "Africa" [Toto cover], from "Africa" single Westerman  - "Albatross", from Ark EP Wished Bone - "Ohio", from Cellar Belly The Wombats - "Dip You in Honey", from Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life  Wussy - "Cake", from What Heaven is Like Wye Oak - "I Know It's Real", from The Louder I Call the Faster it Runs

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - "Thirteen" [Big Star cover], from Spotify Singles Young Fathers - "Fee Fi", from Cocoa Sugar Young Guv - "Ain't Fallin' in Luv Again", from 2 Sad 2 Funk Yowler - "WTFK", from Black Dog in My Path Yungblud - "I Love You, Will You Marry Me", from 21st Century Liability

https://open.spotify.com/user/barfwalker/playlist/7mCLnG6CZG1yB4q8uhzcys?si=Ip-Lka-0TOWCWRLMXGZ26w

[megansambuca]

A+ Student

I have to thank my beautiful bestie Christy, for giving me her permission to have her briefly in this one shot. Even has a original quote from her beautiful asshole mind. I couldn’t write about high school without throwing my high school bestie in there.

NeganXReader Smut

Walking through my high school hall laughing with my best friend. Teacher’s standing in the hall as usual making sure everyone behaves.

“Oh,” She looked at me a evil look on her face. Looking to what she saw I see him. The hottest teacher I’ve ever seen. He was also super cool insisted we call him Negan and Sir not by his last name.

“Don’t,” I growl nudging her. As we walk by Negan in the hall.

“_____ likes you.” She looks right at him stopping. Catching my bag stopping me from walking.

“Yea, you’re my favorite teacher sir.” Glaring at her, as I blushed.

“Thanks, better hurry along to class. You two,” He accepted my lie. I could see in his eyes he thought what she did was funny.

“Christy!” Trying to sound intimidating, sounding more like a whine. “Way to be obvious you dick.”

“You’re the one who wants the dick.” She elbows me as we walk into our  Foreign Language class. Staring at her my mouth hung open as we sat across from each other. “What you’re eighteen it’s legal.”

“He’s married,” I whisper.

“Like that’s ever stopped anyone before.” She teases, as class starts.

“I can’t believe you.” I roll my eyes knowing shes joking. We finished class going to lunch and after that we would separate until fifth which was Negan’s class. The day went by quickly unfortunately, my fourth period was the art class.  Right across from his and that use to be my favorite thing. Being in there and being able to watch him from behind in the door way doodling. Taking my time leaving art, throwing my bag over my shoulder. Waving to Mr. Funke, as I walked out of the room. Crossing the hall meeting his eyes, I blush looking down thinking to earlier.

“Hello, ____,” He chuckles at me. Sitting at my usual desk two away from the door. His room was set up in a big U of students his desk sitting closer to the door of the side of the U so closer to me. The board next to his desk, and the student desks each about a foot away from each other. I wasn’t a big on history, but he had my full attention. Not only was he in my opinion eye candy. He also had a way of making us laugh making innuendos and jokes. I doodle on my notebook hearing someone sit down next to me. Looking to see Christy a big smirk on her face as looks at me doodling. I had begun drawing Negan, just out of boredom not even thinking about. I flip to the next page.

“I hate you,” Chuckling at her.

“Good, if you didn’t. I’d be disappointed in our friendship.” She laughs as the bell rings. Hearing the door close I turn to Negan.  Looking him over as he began to walk to the board his white button see through. He had a wife beater under it, but I could still see the outline of the muscles throw his shirt. Biting the inside of my lip slightly trying to not change my face.  I look at his sleeves which where rolled up partially seeing his arm hair. Leaning forward resting my elbow on my desk. Placing my hand over my mouth as my eyes looked over his slacks that fitting perfectly. So they weren’t super tight, but they did fit nicely around his bum.  My eyes roaming back up as he turned around he didn’t wear ties leaving the top of his button up undone even if it was just his two buttons. you could see his chest hair slightly. Moving my eyes up more to him as he talked. He had some stubble, around his lips following his nose up to his brown eyes. And then to his slightly greying hair. I sighed, feeling something hit my temple I turn, to Christy then down to the note on the floor. “Accidentally” dropping my pencil I lean down picking up the note.

______ stop drooling, over the teacher jeez.

I look over her glaring,scribbling on the paper.

I’m not dickhead.

Tossing it back, she chuckles writing something. Before handing it to me, I open it.

Uh huh… acting like you wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to take “private lesson’s” with him.

Okay you caught me, but I can’t help he is sexy man.

I go to hand her the note not paying attention. Negan grabs it out of my hand. Before putting it on his desk. Hopefully he doesn’t read it. We continue class the bell rings. I stand ready to leave.

“___, Wait we need to see what was so important you couldn’t wait till after class." My eyes widen looking to Christy see shrugs leaving me. I stand in front of his desk as he sits.

“Um… It’s private. Please don’t,” I say reaching for the note.

“If it was that private you wouldn’t of wrote it on a piece of paper.” He says snatch the note, before I can get it. Reading it, “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” I state softly.

“Okay,” He nods.” This is a little sexual isn’t it?” He leans forward onto his desk.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Sir,” I begin.

“No,” He interrupts.“Don’t be sorry about what you feel. Can’t help it right? As you put it here, I quote. He is one sexy man.” He lowers his voice.

“I’m still sorry for passing notes, Sir. I shouldn’t have. I should have been of paying attention.“ I look down blushing fidgeting.

“Apology accepted.” He leans back chuckling. “So what have we learned?”

“To pay attention to you- I mean you teaching.” I say quickly, receiving a smirk. “Sir, I’m going to miss my bus.” I say looking to the clock. The buses left in two minutes.

“If you do, I’ll give you a ride.” He states standing up, moving around the desk he hands me the note. He seemed to be enjoying this. Going to leave he stops me.

“See you tomorrow,” He sits back at his desk.

There was no tomorrow they closed the school for a state of emergency. My parents decided to evacuated. For first three years we lived on our own in a small group we found. It all ended when a herd separated us, I manage to climb a tree.The dead surrounded me. I was hoping the would get distracted, anything even if was just long enough for me to run. I already ran out of bullets all I dad was a knife, and there was probably twenty or thirty around the tree. I was up here for three days. When I heard distance voices, I heard people. Looking around not seeing anyone, but if I can hear them they should be able to hear me.

“Help!” Yelling hoping they will hear me. “HELP ME!” I cry out before hearing shooting. The walkers dropped dead one by one under me. Looking down I saw a man balding a mustache on his upper lip.

“You coming down or do you plan on staying up there?” He asked. I nodded turning around climbing down. I heard someone move behind me making sure, I don’t fall as I got closer to the bottom.

“Thank you,” I say turning to him. “I didn’t think I’d ever get down. My name is ____.”

“Simon,” He shook my hand as I reached  it out to him. “Do you have a group?”

“I did, I don’t know if anyone else made it.” Frowning looking back, “A herd came out of no where.”

“Well, why don’t you come with us?” Simon asked,” I’m sure the boss man will like ya.”

“Okay, I mean I don’t have much to lose.” I follow them to trucks hoping into the back of one. Pulling into a large compound they began to unload the trucks. Simon hoped out of his truck talking on the radio.

“Stay right here, the boss is on his way.” Simon says leaving my standing by the truck. Looking at the fence line with walkers on chains.  Hearing feet on gravel, I turn behind me face to face with my old teacher.

“Sir,” My mouth hung open.

“Well, damn. ____” He smirks. Patting me on the back. “Nice to see you kid.”

“You too,” I smile he was still handsome, even more so now. As he stood before me in a leather coat, a bat hung over his shoulder.

“Well, let me give you a tour doll.” He states putting his arm around my shoulder guiding me through the double doors. I instantly blushed all my old lustful feelings returned. “Watch this,” He whispers. Softly walking towards the yellow railing. I follow him seeing everyone kneel when they noticed him. Strangely that made him even more attractive at least to me. He was talking to them, but I was watching his lips move. He turns to me whispering again,” You see that respect. They still on there knees?“ He smirks at me, before his voice rung out through the room again, “As you where.”  I follow him through the facility. He leads me to a very lavish room for this world. Sitting on the couch he pats the seat next to him. Taking the hint I sit next to him. He pours out two glasses of a liquor I’m not sure what kind. Handing me the drink.

“Oh, I don’t-” I start to say.

“Don’t drink? Have you ever even tried?” He looked at me. I shook my head,” Take a taste.” Placing the glass to my lips crinkling my nose at the smell slightly drinking a sip. I swallow it feeling the burn down my throat slightly coughing. He chuckles.

“Why do people like that?” I stick my tongue out.

“It grows on you,” He leans back sipping his. As I set mine on the table.

“This is strange,” Speaking out loud to myself.

“What is?” He ask raising a eyebrow.

“Sitting here with you, My teacher who is giving my booze.” turning my head smirking at him, “Don’t you agree?”

“When you put it like that, maybe.” He leaned forward setting his drink down. “But I think it’s enjoyable ____. I also think you enjoy it too.”

“Yeah, maybe.” I blush as he leaned closer to me. He pushes hair out of my face with his gloved hand. My stomach was doing flips I bit my lip. This can’t be happening.

“What’s that face?” He asked leaning in more. His voice softened the closer he got.

“I-” Unsure what to say,

“Lost for words?” He leaned in more grabbing my chin making me look at him. I was so close to him. His breath warming my face. My mouth opened slightly as I looked at him. I wanted to kiss him this was like a dream. I didn’t ever think I would ever be this close to him. Staring at his eyes hoping he would press his lips to mine, but he abruptly pulled away. Smiling at the disappointment on my face. “Well, ___. Here is how shit goes down here. You have a few choices, One work for points and pay your way, wish your were dead. Two work for me and live on the top of the world, and my personal favorite three be my wife live in luxury.”

“Your wife?” I stammer out.

“Yes, now you will not be the only one of course. I have others,” He leans on the back of his couch. I bite my lip.

“I don’t know.” Furrowing my brow. “I mean, you are a attractive man, but I want to contribute.”

“Contribute you will be to me,” He places his hand on his dick. My eye’s drifted down looking at his hand.

“To the whole compound I mean.” I say,”I will be a savoir.”

“Okay then,” He stands walking towards the door.”Let me show your room.”

“Wait,” I stand looking at him. He turns looking slightly to me.

“Well?” He asked clearly waiting for me to say something.

“I can still contribute to you.” I blurt out desperately. He turned fully to face a crooked smile came on his face.

“Then show me,” he grabs his dick again. Quickly closing the gap between us I kiss him roughly. He wrapped one arm around my back the other grabbed my ass. He pushed me slightly to the bed, following his lead until my legs hit the bed. He pushes me back onto it a smile on his face. “Lets see you darling.” He pulls my shirt off before unclasping my bra. He leaned down kissing my neck. His right hand massaging my breast his left ran over me through my jeans causing me to push into his hand. He trails kisses down my stomach. I feel him undo my jeans pulling the down with my underwear. “Damn your soaked.” I blush attempting to close my legs a little. “No, none of that.“ He pushed my legs apart slightly. He slid his finger over me rubbing my bundle of nerves, before sliding his finger in me. I yelp slightly, “Damn your tight.” I look at him he looks at his finger. “Hold on darling,” He looks up to me. Pulling his finger up showing me the blood on his finger. “Are you a virgin?” I nod not sure what to say. “Well, hot damn. Now I am even more turned on baby. I can’t wait to put my dick in there. Show what it feels like to be fucked.”  He said sliding his finger back in me. Soon his mouth was on me too. I moaned arching my back slightly.

“Oh fuck,” I tried to squirm but he wrapped both arms around my hips hold me closer to his face.  He pulled away leaning up to my face.

“Want a taste?” Before I can answer his mouth was on mine. I push his jacket off as he kissing me. Before I start on his belt, I could feel him rubbing himself on me. When finally he pulled away removing his shirt. I stared running  my hands up his body. It was better then I’ve ever dreamed. He pushes his pants off. Looking down to his length I licked my lips. He pulled me up off the bed pushing me to my knees. Taking the hint I take him into my mouth, not sure what to do I just did what I’ve seen on porn. He did not seem to mind as he grab the back of my head groaning. I look up to him slightly to see him staring at me.

“Fuck, Get up.” He says doing so not sure if I did something wrong. He pushes me back onto the bed. “I need you right now,” Negan grunts as he rubs himself into between my legs. He gently pushes into me and it hurts. I yelp softly, he pushes hair out of my face. “Relax baby, I’m trying to be gentle. You’re so tight and you feel so good.” After a few soft gentle thrusts I let out a soft moan and as if on cue he began going faster. “That’s it,” he groans as I begin to follow his pace with my hips. Soon he starts going harder as deep as he can go. Skin slapping echoed through the room followed by a scream from me.

“Negan!” he leans down kissing me. “Oh fuck Negan,” Into the kiss.

“That’s right,” He whispers into my ear.” Yell louder let the whole world know. I’m fucking your brains out.”

“Yes!” I groan as he hits the right spot everytime my body begin to get tense.

“What’s my name doll?” Still whispering in my ear.

“Negan,”I groan.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked.

“You, Negan oh fuck you.” Digging my hands into his back. He stops pulling away.

“You want me to make you cum?” He pulls out and thrusts back in with a thud pushing my whole body up on the bed.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes?” He ask repeating his thrust.

“Yes, Sir. Please Negan make me cum.” I beg, He starts again going agonizingly slow.

“All you have to do ask doll,” He rubs my cheek please with the agonized look on my face.

“Fuck me as hard and as fast as you, Please” I groan out. He slams into me so hard it hurt a little. He continued this until I felt myself surge with pleasure. “Negan!” He smirk still riding me through my orgasm. He continues  until he begins making grunts his face contoured into pleasure.

“I want to cum in you so bad,” He growls in my ear. “Just fill you up.”

“Negan,” I groan as he bite my neck.”Please don’t not inside of me.”

“Get on your knees.” He growls at me pulling out. I listen sliding off the bed. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” I obliged he grabs my hair and begins to fuck my mouth soon warm  salty liquid leaks from his member telling me he was about to burst. He pulls out of my mouth holding it open with his thumb.”Stay just like that,” He says rubbing himself until he cums it mostly landing in my mouth some onto my chest. “Damn ain’t that beautiful.” He looks at me a huge toothy smile plastered on his face. As I swallow licking my lips. “I’d say your a A plus student.”

“Well, That all has to do with the teacher.” I say taking my finger wiping cum off my chest and sucking on it.

“You keep that up will be on round two.” His mouth hung open watching me.

“I’d be down for that.” I giggle,” I think I’m hooked now. No getting rid of me.”

“Oh darling I won’t be getting rid of you anytime soon.” He helps me up pulling me into him kissing me softly.

“I even might have to take you up on that wife offer,” I tease pulling away putting me clothes back on.

“The door is open,” He pulls his pants on.

[gyakutengagotoku]

GSvsAA - Dual Destinies - Character Profiles

In line with the AJ one, here’s the next in the line up. Check the master post more more of the GSvsAA translation project.

It’s worth noting that while Mr. Takumi is known to have some very obvious or random inspirations for his name puns, there are times when it’s tricky to figure out because of his choice of punny origins. Meanwhile, Mr. Yamazaki & co. tend to follow suit with the obvious, but their puns are often very straightforward and easy to deduce. Sometimes, a name has multiple layers of puns and chances are good that plenty of those puns make their way into the character’s design.

I don’t think it’s lazy design, since simplifying a character’s role in a plot means more care can be taken for the actual mystery, but sometimes it leaves something about the character to be desired. Then again, there are plenty of characters from the first four games in the series that aren’t so memorable.

I’m just obsessed with this series so I know them all. Ha.

Edit: SoJ profiles posted.

Spoilers below.

Main cast

Athena Cykes - Kidzuki Kokone (希月 心音) kidzuki means “awareness” (kinda following how Trucy is named Minuki) and the second kanji in her surname is “moon”. The kanji in her given name, when pronounced shin’on, means “heartbeat”. It can also be translated literally as “heart sound” to refer to her ability to hear people’s voices of their hearts.

Simon Blackquill - Yuugami Jin (夕神 迅) yugami means “distortion” or “twist”, referring to his epithet, “The Twisted Samurai”. The kanji form a phrase meaning “god of dusk”. jin, written as 刃, is “blade”; while the kanji in his name means “swift”. It’s analogous to Edgeworth’s name, Mitsurugi, which is the name of a noble blade of legend. Trivia: He refers to the chief in person using the term danna, a title reserved for Lords and noblemen back during the days of samurai. Since this couldn’t be replicated in English without sounding drastically out of place, it’s been tamed down to a plain “sir”. (Imo, he could very well have gone with “sire” and it’d be just the right amount of tradition and respect, but I guess it doesn’t quite sound Japanese enough.) Incidentally, Taka is Gin, which can mean “silver”, or possibly like the English word (but it’s pronounced with a hard G).

Bobby Fulbright - Ban Gouzou (番 轟三) The ban in his name may refer to a “guard”, though being written as 万 means “many”. Combined with his first name, which consists of “booming” and “three” (like in “two’s company, three’s a crowd”), you get a whole lot of bombastic in one guy. Trivia: His catchphrase is shouting “JUSTICE!!!” in English at the top of his lungs and laughing triumphantly. Imo, the localization's “In Justice We Trust!” has a certain nuance to it that really makes it pop when you realize just who he is, though.

Yep, that’s it. That’s the game. These three right here.

Episode 1

Gaspen Payne - Auchi Fumitake (亜内 文武) “Auchi” is simply “ouch”. His first name is the same as his brother’s but flipped. fumi (文) is “literature”; take (武) is “martial”. I suppose both of them are warriors of words, but I really think their parents the devs just ran out of ideas.

Juniper Woods - Morizumi Shinobu (森澄 しのぶ) mori (森) is “forest” or “woods”; shinobu means “to hide”. Meanwhile, the kanji for zumi (澄) used in the verb sumasu becomes “to look prim” or “to listen carefully”. These two definitions better relate to her from Episode 3, though. Trivia: In the Japanese version of this episode, the crime scene shows in English letters: “S I N O B U”. Since Japanese is typed using romaji, し can be either shi or si. Either way, it’s still pronounced the same. If it weren’t obvious enough from the intro, this spelling would have easily given away the real killer.

Ted Tonate - Barashima Shingo (馬等島 晋吾) barasu can mean a few things: “to expose”, “to take apart”, or “to kill”. He already covers the latter two in the first case, but the first definition doesn’t quite play in until the last one. The last syllable of his first name ties into his first name to make mashingo, or “machine language”; hence the keyboard.

Candice Arme - Kaku Hozumi (賀来 ほずみ) Her full name can be written as 確保済み, meaning “in custody”. kaku may refer to “square”/”cube”; probably referring to how she’s been hit. Her surname and the first syllable of her first name make kakuho, or “guarantee”, which seems to play into her English name.

Edit: Well, I totally screwed up this entry. My bad.

Episode 2

Jinxie Tenma - Tenma Yumemi (天馬 ゆめみ) Her surname as written here refers to the “heavenly horse” Pegasus. yumemiru means “to dream”. More on Tenma below.

Damian Tenma - Tenma Deemon (天馬 出右衛門) His first name comes from “demon”. Tenma, which is also the name of the village, is written as 天魔. It refers to the yokai of the Buddhist sixth heaven in the realm of desire who haunts people and deceives them into avoiding good. According to legend, Tenma tried (and ultimately failed) to lure the young Siddhartha away from enlightenment with earthly desires. Tenma Taro from this game is based on this Tenma. In Japanese folklore, he's described to have a bird-like appearance, hence we have jangly-cackling-bird-demon. 

The Great Nine-Tails - Great Kyuubi (グレート 九尾) He’s based on the Nine-tailed fox of Japanese legend, a yokai of immense power and influence and sometimes disastrous consequences. You know the one.

Rex Kyubi - Kyuubi Ginji (九尾 銀次) His last name is the same as the Nine-Tails. The gin (銀) in his name refers to his silver hair and to the Nine-tailed fox of legend, which is often portrayed as silver. ginjiru also means “to chant” or “to recite”.

Phineas Filch - Zeniarai Kumabee (銭洗 熊兵衛) zeni, as written above, is “money”. (This is what Capcom’s fictional currency zenny is based on.) His last name is a reference to the azukiarai, “The Bean Washer”, a yokai who resembles a small boy that keeps people up at night with the sound of washing beans. Filch here claims that he’s the grandson of an infamous thief who once kept people up by the sounds of his money-washing. His first name is made of bears: kuma (熊) and “bear”; yet he’s frequently called a tanuki instead, especially for his swindling ways.

Edit: Got that the other way around.

Florent L’Belle - Biyouin Shuuichi (美葉院 秀一) biyouin is “beauty parlor” and shuuichinichi is “once a week”. The kanji in his first name come to “excellence” and “[number] one”.

Episode 3

Aristotle Means - Ichiro Shinji (一路 真二) The kanji in his name together mean “one road, two truths”. ichiro, with the same kanji, means “straight” or “directly”, and shinjiru means “to believe”.

Constance Courte - Michiba Masayo (道葉 正世) michibata is “roadside” and masa (正) is “right” or “just”, to parallel Means’ name above.

Hugh O’Conner - Shizuya Rei (静矢 零) His name is most likely picked for the convenience of the recording that’s played during trial. In Japanese, the muffled recording sounds like it’s saying “Koroshite yare!”, which is Japanese for “I’ll kill you!” Thanks to Athena’s efforts, she reveals it’s actually supposed to say “Kora! Shizuya Rei!”, or a scolding “Hey! Shizuya Rei!” The kanji of his last name are “quiet” and “arrow”. His first name can also mean “zero”.

Edit: This one I made a mistake due to mistaken memory. It’s actually kinda hard to make out the te sound in the recording, so I assumed it was excluded.

Robin Newman - Atsui Chishio (厚井 知潮) atsui is “hot”; it can also mean “hot-tempered” or “passionate”. chishio is “blood circulation”, usually referring to hot-headedness. It also doubles over as a gender-ambiguous name.

Myriam Scuttlebutt - Uwasa Atsume (宇和佐 集芽) uwasa is “rumor” and atsumeru is “to gather”; thus, her full name comes to “gather gossip”. Trivia: Producer Eshiro is a huge MGS fan; hence Myriam’s M.O. of traveling under the cover of a box.

Episode 4-5

Solomon Starbuck - Hoshinari Taiyou (星成 太陽) His name comes from the phrase “hoshi ni naritai yo”, which means “I wish to become a star”. taiyou, as written above, means “sun”.

Clay Terran - Aoi Daichi (葵 大地) aoi is the color “blue”. daichi is “ground��� or “earth”; also refers to the planet itself. His relative calm and the color blue was chosen specifically to pair with Apollo’s bright and passionate red. (In fact, it may very well have been the localization’s choice to name Odoroki as Apollo that led to the development of this game’s space theme. I don’t remember if it was mentioned in an interview or not, but I’m sure it played some role.)

Yuri Cosmos - Oogawara Uchuu (大河原 有忠) His last name means “bank of the great river”, which is a reference to the Milky Way. It’s known as “The Great River” in several cultures, including Japanese. uchuu, written as 宇宙, means “space” or “universe”.

Aura Blackquill - Yuugami Kaguya (夕神 かぐや) Kaguya is a reference to a famous Japanese folktale from the 10th century, Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. The main character’s name is Kaguya-hime, or Princess Kaguya, who was one of a mysterious people living on the Moon but was sent down to Earth and raised by an old bamboo cutter. I’m not too sure if this tale inspired her English name, but when Princess Kaguya was discovered as a baby, she was described to be the size of a thumb and glowing with brilliant light. The Moon people were weird. (I can also draw the parallel to Simon’s Taka, since Aura may come from the Latin root aurum for “gold”.)

Ponco & Clonco - Ponko & Ponta (ポンコ＆ポンタ) ko and ta are common endings to boys’ and girls’ names, respectively. Aura also likes to call Clonco “Ponkotsu”, referring both to how he’s basically “Ponco #2″ and ponkotsu, “junk”.

Metis Cykes - Kidzuki Mari (希月 真理) Her first name can also be pronounced shinri, meaning “truth”. In turn, shinri, when written as 心理, means “psychology”.

DLC Episode

Sasha Buckler - Umino Shouko (羽美野 翔子) umi is “sea”, and shouko, written as 証拠, is “evidence”. Thus, her full name becomes “evidence from the sea”. The first kanji in both first and last name have to do with “feathers” and “flight”. She’s quite a flighty personality for sure.

Ora "Orla" Shipley - Arafune Elle / Ale (荒船エル / エール) Her last name is made of the kanji for “wild” and “ship”. Her name is Ale, as a shortened form of “whale”, but it doubles as the alcoholic drink too. Actually, it triples as “air”, to complement her trainer. Her supposed real name is actually her sister’s name, and it seems it was just picked to sound similar.

Jack Shipley - Arafune Ryouji (荒船 良治) ryouji as 療治 means “treatment”/“cure”, possibly referring to how he saved two precious orcas and returned them to health.

Norma DePlume - Uratori Reika (浦鳥 麗華) uratori refers to “gathering evidence” as for a news story. reika as 冷夏 becomes “cool summer”. It can even be written as 零下 to mean "sub-zero". She’s quite the contrast to the rest of the sunny crew.

Edit: Note to self: simplify.

Marlon Rimes - Itsuka Ikuya (伊塚 育也) itsuka means “someday”; the kanji iku (育) means “raise”, as in pets or children. In other words, he’ll “become a real trainer someday”. His name may have been chosen for its easy rhyme as well.

Rifle (ライフル) She was named for her dangerous temper, and probably as a shout-out to Mr. Takumi’s naming of Missile. Her daughter Sniper also keeps the same name.

Herman Crab - Sugomori Gaku (巣古森 学) His last name may be referring to su-komori, or “nest-babysitter”, since he keeps li’l Sniper up there. Even the first kanji in his last name is the right one for “nest”. gaku as above is “learning” or “study of” a subject.

Azura Summers - Natsukaze Suzumi (夏風 邪涼海) natsukaze means “a summer cold”, but it can also literally mean “summer wind”. It was picked probably as a stark contrast to Norma’s Japanese name. suzumi is “cooling off”, like outdoors in the breeze.

[fan-tasticfour]

Did I hear a request for literally all of Uendo Toneido’s in-game dialogue? Cuz now you’re getting it.

( Dedicated to @alexandritethegreat who commented in tags on another post: “#i admire the op because i'd just list like all of their lines”. )

( ...Also under a Read More because this post is MASSIVE. )

[ FINDING TAIFU ]

U - Sh-Shisho's dead...? No... D-Do you think... HE did it?

P - Oh, no! I-If he did... then wh-what do we do?!

K - Hey, pull yourself together!

K - Don't worry. I have an idea...

[ INTRODUCTION ]

U – I am the rakugo storyteller Uendo Toneido. Even if my performance isn’t worth watching, I will certainly watch my words. I wouldn’t want to say anything thoughtless and get arrested.

P – After all, that’d be…a “raku-no-no”! Hee hee!

U – Thank you everybody! Good night!

U – [ fucking UP AND LEAVES ]

[ RETURNS TO THE WITNESS STAND ]

P – Oh, my, my!

U – Are you a fan of mine, miss? Would you like my autograph? One moment… [ signs the thing and throws it at her face. Athena is not a happy lawyer. ] No need to stand on ceremony! My fan deserves a fan, after all.

P – A “fan” for a “fan”! Nice one! Hee hee! Oh, why if it isn’t Simon! How are you on this fine day, sir?

U – Quite a dilly of a pickle we’ve found ourselves in, wouldn’t you say?

P – Never performed in a place like this, y’know. I got butterflies here, can’t you see? Hee hee!

U – Ah, I suppose you’re right. In that “case”…

P – I was promoted to “futatsume” yesterday, and received the stage name of “Uendo”. The show was our way of celebrating my new name and “middle rank” standing! Hee!

K – And then THAT happened… Haah… I never dreamed something like that’d happen, not in a million years. And just as I got my chance to start repaying my debt to Shisho, too…

U – Yeah… Plus, I’m worried about Geiru… The way she clung to Shisho… Poor thing. I told her to keep a stiff upper lip… Stiff like rigor mortis…

K – Keep telling those lame jokes, and Shisho’ll come scold you from the grave!

U – I wouldn’t mind getting yelled at, you know, if it meant seeing him again.

[ WITNESS TESTIMONY #1 ]

U – I noticed Shisho’s dying message right away. 

U – The stiff cards were right next to the stiff, you see.

P – Hey now, enough with the silly puns already! Hee hee!

U – Anyway, I got the meaning right away. I knew it must’ve been talking about Bucky!

K – That was the master’s final message, left as he was drowning in soba brother. It’s so like Shisho not to write Bucky’s name outright. “Plain and simple” wasn’t his style.

[ COMMENTARY ]

U – It’s obvious. All you have to do is look at the crime scene. He was found with his face shoved in a bowl.

K – It’s only natural to assume he was drowned in the broth for the noodles!

P – My, my! It’s so like a chef to kill someone this way, wouldn’t you say? And with the karuta message he left behind, it’s clear Bucky Whet did it!

K – Bucky used soba for the deed, all to get back the soba shop deed.

[ CROSS-EXAMINATION ]

[ Statement #1 ]

U – Well, it was a coded message right there next to the body. I’m sure anybody would’ve thought that they were there to name his killer. I love murder mysteries, and often watch them on TV.

U – I saw a similar scene during a murder mystery marathon last Tuesday. That’s what made me think, “This must be a dying message!”

[ Statement #2 ]

U – As I said, the stiff cards were right there next to the stiff, so they were hard to miss.

U – The message just caught my eye, because the stiff cards were right there next to the stiff.

U – Stiff cards…next to the stiff…

U – *sigh*…

[ Statement #3 ]

P – But look at all these wonderful people in the audience! It’s only natural for an entertainer to want to have some fun! Hee hee! I guess we can let a few jokes slide, right?

P – Right, right! That’s exactly what I’m talking about! Well done, Your Honor! Guess you can’t judge a judge by his cover!

P – Much obliged! Hee hee!

[ Statement #4 ]

U – There’s only one “Whet Noodle” around here, and you’ve seen that giant “4″ on his back. It’s the only interpretation that makes sense!

P – Wh-What is it?!

K – [ smoking after Athena suggesting there was another whet noodle ]

[ Statement #5 ]

U – I know Shisho. He would never let someone get the last word on him, even in death. With his face in the soba broth, and his consciousness fading away… …he left a message that pointed toward Bucky as he left this world. It’s the only way it could’ve happened!

K – Look, a dying message is something you leave as you’re dying, right? I saw a scene like that in a detective show.

U – But talking is my livelihood, you know. I talk all the time. This and that, truths and untruths… I can’t stop myself from talking!

[ Statement #6 ]

U – Even in the throes of death, it was in Shisho’s nature to throw in a twist somehow. Truly the consummate entertainer till the very end, don’t you think?

P – If I ever bite the big one like that… …I wanna leave a message just as good as Shisho’s! Hee hee!

[ OBJECTION! ]

U –  [sips tea nervously. spits it out when Athena points out lack of broth in Taifu’s lungs ]

P – M-Me?!

P – Well, those cards are from Shisho’s special “Soba Scenes of Tokyo Past” set. Each card is related in some way to soba.

P – Well, uh, there was soba broth spilled all over them…

K – No. There’s no one named “Owen” in the Toneido family, or our circle of friends.

U – Go ahead, ask anybody you’d like!

U – Are you accusing me of rearranging the cards?

K – ME, who came to testify out of the goodness of my heart?!

U – *sip* *sip*

P – Eep! M-Mr. Prosecutor! What’s a guy supposed to do at a time like this?

U – Oh, I see. So that’s what they’re after, is it? In that case… Your Honor, I’ve decided not to say another word.

U – That’s right. I’m not going to fall for it.

U – E-Even so, I have the right to refuse to answer.

U – [ silent tea sipping ]

K – Are you saying I should quit?! Because I’m not afraid to speak my mind, I’ll have you know.

P – Oh, no! Never mind what I just said! It IS scary to talk! It’s absolutely terrifying!

K – But, no! As a rakugo artist, I must talk! If I don’t, how can I ever show my face on stage again?! Your Honor, I’m ready to testify!

[ WITNESS TESTIMONY #2 ]

K – After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.

P – I called him from outside the room… but he didn’t reply.

U – When I entered the dressing room, I saw Shisho slumped over the table, motionless!

[ COMMENTARY ]

K – Of course there aren’t any. Because I’m not trying to hide anything.

K – It’s fine by me! I have nothing to hide. Bring it on!

[ MOOD MATRIX #1.1 ]

K – After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.

P – I called to him from outside the room…

P – …but he didn’t reply.

U – When I entered the dressing room, I saw Shisho slumped over the table, motionless!

[ OBJECTION! ]

U – “Some thin stranger with cheesy toe skin,” you say?

U – I don’t know. Maybe it’s me who’s got some cheese in my ears…

[ 80% of his cushion pile is gone. Athena questions if he willed the floor to open from underneath and swallow them. (Personally, I say yes.) ]

U – So what was this unexpected thing you noticed?

[ Cushion overload!! They had to take some away from him again. ]

U – I-Is it, though?

[ Zoned Out ]

U – Yeah, you got me! I’m a total space case! Ha ha ha!

K – Well, get your head out of the clouds and go do some work for a change!

P – Don’t worry, honey! I found a wallet the other day. We have plenty of money to live on now!

[ Entertainer’s Guts ]

P – Sadly, I busted a gut laughing at Shisho’s bits last week.

U – Now I’m practically gutless… Does my tale of woe pluck at your gutstrings?

A – Don’t you mean heartstrings?

U – Sorry, I was just trying to match…

P – …the level of nonsense coming out of your mouth, lady! Hee hee!

K – If you don’t like it, just say so! Go on, spill your guts!

[ ALREADY DEAD ]

P – Wh-Whaaat?! What kind of a thing is that to say?! You’ve got it all wrong…! O-Oh, right! I just remembered something! I thought Shisho was just sleeping when I first saw him! Hee hee!

U – Well, he had his head and arms up on the table, as if he were taking a nap.

P – Oh, and one other thing! There was that note, too!

P – Yes! That’s the note I saw! After reading that, who wouldn’t think Shisho was napping?!

K – That’s right. I saw this note, so that’s why I thought Shisho was asleep.

P – I want to change my testimony to include that statement!

[ MOOD MATRIX #1.2 ]

K – After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.

P – I called to him from outside the room…

P – …but he didn’t reply.

U? – When I opened the door, I thought he was sleeping.

K? – But something seemed off, so I rushed over to him.

U? – I was shocked to find him dead! I couldn’t believe my eyes!

[ The ‘?’ are my personal speculation because it’s the only part of the testimony where the speaker is unclear. ]

[ OBJECTION! ]

P – “Funny”, you say?! I guess an entertainer of my caliber can make people laugh, even with my emotions!

P – What Hmm… Let’s see… Oh, yeah! Now I remember! As I was going in, I whacked my little piggy on something. I was annoyed at my own clumsiness! Hee hee!

P – J-Just a little bump on my little piggy. N-N-No big deal… I-It’s embarrassing, really…

K – You tell her. Really, who doesn’t stub their toe every one in a while? You really gotta fuss over every small detail like this?

[ Wrong Selection ]

P – Oh, I could never stub my toe on that!

U – That would really be starting things out on the wrong foot! Right, Mr. Golden-Ager?

[ TELEVISION ]

P – Y-Yes, you’re right… It was the TV!

U – Y-Yes, I stubbed my pinky toe on the TV. B-B-But what of it? Why is this so important to you?

U – Shisho must’ve moved it so he could watch my routine. But what a place to put it! Right in the middle of the doorway like that! I didn’t want to bump into it again, so I put it back where it belonged.

P – That’s right. It’s a closed-circuit monitor that shows the stage.

P – O-Oh my! Yes, you’re right! The TV hit the table, and Shisho’s body moved with a jolt… That’s when I first realized that Shisho was dead! Oh! But how scared I was!

P – A-All right.

[ MOOD MATRIX #1.3 ]

K – After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.

P – I called to him from outside the room…

P – …but he didn’t reply.

U – When I opened the door, I thought he was sleeping.

K – I tried to enter the dressing room, but stubbed my toe on the TV.

U – When I put the TV back in its normal spot, I realized Shisho was dead!

P – Seeing him slumped over that cluttered table…*sniff*…Oh, Shisho…

[ Wrong Answer ]

U – Match, match… Ahhh, I see. “MATCH”, as in…

P – “Manage to Assert

K – a Thoughtful, Calculated Hypothesis.”

U – In other words, YOU are the something here that didn’t “MATCH”, correct?

[ Simon, being a punny little shit – “Looks like you’ve met your match.” ]

[ OBJECTION! ]

P – Wh-What do you mean?

K – S-Search me. Your little thingy must’ve made a mistake!

U – Well, I…Er…

U – Nnnngh… I… I-I…!

[ Wrong Answer ]

U – I can express many emotions, such as surprise, sadness, and anger upon my cushions. To me, these expressions are simply an act. If I lost control over such things, I wouldn’t be very effective on stage, now would I?

[ KARUTA CARDS ]

P – I, er…

U – [ nervously sipping tea ]

P – Nnngh! [ noise (...and cushion) level to 0% ]

[ U.3.N.D.0 ]

U – YOU. ARE. CORRECT. I. AM. A. ROBOT. BEEP BOOP BOOP!

K – Hah! What a space cadet!

[ Superpowers ]

P – Oh, yes! I make these butterflies dance in the air with psychokinesis. Hee hee!

K – NOT! They’re floating on the breeze of my fan, that’s all.

U – I’m very sad to say I don’t have any supernatural powers.

[ MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES ]

U – (SPITS OUT TEA)

P – H-H-How did she know? How did she figure it out?!

K – Hey, you! Lawyer girl! You got a problem with us?! Huh?!

U – Uendo Toneido. I’m a rakugo storyteller, as you know.

P – Hello, everybody! Patches, the friendly jester here! Hee hee!

K – Hmph. Kisegawa. Courtsean.

A – And is that all of you?

U – Yes, that’s all of us.

[ Wrong Answer ]

P – Wow! You are amazingly heedless, aren’t you!

[ FOURTH PERSONALITY ]

U – N-No! That’s not why! We kept our disorder a secret for a different reason altogether.

P – We’ve been taking advantage of our affliction to act out various rakugo characters. If word of this got out, well…

K – …our reputation as a rakugo artist would be tarnished, as would the Toneido name.

U – That’s why we kept it a secret from everyone except members of the Toneido school. But really, there is no “fourth personality”. It’s just the three of us in here.

U – B-But…!

P – Y-Yes, I’m afraid so! Really stunk up the stage, I did! Hee hee!

U – And yet, I have a perfect alibi!

P – Okey-dokey-smokey!

[ WITNESS TESTIMONY #3 ]

U – I was onstage until just moments before I went into the dressing room.

K – The entire audience was my witness.

P – But my performance was a huge bust. Not a single soul laughed!

U – I’ll never be able to live down how terribly I bombed during that very important show.

[ CROSS-EXAMINATION ]

[ Statement #1 ]

U – Are you asking whether it could’ve been some imposter?

U – Unlike a big arena, a rakugo theater is a cozy, little place. It would be hard to fool an audience in such an intimate setting, don’t you think?

U – Good. I’m glad we could clear that up, because I guess you could say…

[ Statement #2 ]

K – Not a thing. Everything was the same as always. Mr. Prosecutor, you questioned the audience, didn’t you?

P – Oh…It’s so embarrassing! I tried my best! Really, I did…

[ Statement #3 ]

K – Hmm… I’m not sure if it was my performance, or if it was just that particular audience… Or maybe it was the story I picked. But every entertainer knows that this kind of thing happens from time to time.

[ Press #3 > Audience Number ]

K – Well, let’s see. We drew a full house, so… …I think there must have been fifty, maybe sixty people in the audience.

P – Exactly! I dropped a big, stinky bomb in front of all those people. It was a catastrophe, I tell you! I was sweating buckets from start to finish!

[ Statement #4 > Fifty People ]

U – That’s right. Everybody was just staring in silence at me. It was simply awful.

K – What are you trying to say?

P – O-Of course there were people in the audience! It was a full house, I tell you! Lots of regulars. Want me to ask ‘em all to come here?

[ Press #3 > What you performed ]

U – I could, but I’m not sure if it would mean anything to the uninitiated.

U – All right. If you insist… The story I performed is called “Tokisoba”– otherwise known as “Time Soba”.

[ Statement #4 > Performance ]

K – Well…I suppose I was a little nervous… It’s a lot of pressure when you’re the star of such an important show, you know?

U – I wanted so badly to live up to the great name of “Uendo” that I inherited… …that I guess I overperformed a little this time.

U – That’s right. The name belonged to one of Shisho’s former disciples who died of illness at a young age.

U – In that case, can I count on your sympathy, and have you go a little easier on me?

[ Statement #5 ]

K – Well, aren’t YOU a regular rude daisy?! Do you really think a rakugo artist who regularly bombs would get promoted? In fact, I’m known as the Toneido School’s “Whirl-Uendo of Laughter”, I’ll have you know!

U – [ fucking sadfacing at the nickname being insulted ]

P – Hee hee. I’m glad you like it!

[ OBJECTION! ]

U – Odd? N-No, I don’t think tere’s anything odd about it.

U – [ SPITS OUT TEA ]

K – Well… You see… The reason for that is…

U – How do I say this… You see… Um, let’s say it was a, uh… a prank…

P – Th-That’s right! It was just a little joke, you see! H-Hee hee! I was trying to surprise Shisho by performing his routine before he did!

[ Performance ]

U – But Shisho’s scheduled routine is written right here in the invitation.

P – Here, why don’t you read what Shiso was going to perform out loud?

K – “You just earned yourself a penalty, defense!”

[ Cause of death ]

P – Come on! Not even a jester like me thinks the cops would be fooled by such a silly trick.

K – Besides, the story I was originally going to do, “Soba Glutton”, also features soba.

[ TIME OF DEATH ]

P – Eeeeeeeek!

U – [ spits tea ]

P – Yipes!

U – [ SPITS MORE TEA ]

U – Ngh…

U – ……….

U – Nnngh… …I-I confess. I-I tampered with the crime scene.

K – Now wait just one minute! Yes, I admit to messing with the dressing room, but I didn’t kill Shisho!

K – I… I refuse to answer that question!

U – …Geez. Not that again. I told you we don’t know anything about this “Owen”!

P – Bravo! You tell ‘em, Mr. Prosecutor! Hee hee!

P – I-I exercise my right to remain silent!

P – Sh-Shut up! I will remain silent, and that’s it!

K – Patches, you fool! You stay out of this!

[ WITNESS TESTIMONY #4 ]

U – I’ve never met any personality named “Owen”.

K – Patches was just blurting out nonsense in a panic.

P – We’re always aware, so we’d definitely notice if a personality like that showed up!

K – How dare you treat me like a criminal based on mere conjecture?!

[ CROSS-EXAMINATION ]

[ Statement #1 ]

U – Well, it’s more like all three of us are always here. And the personality that is most suited to the moment is the one that comes out.

P – Well, we never know when our turn will come, right?

K – So we stand by, and listen.

U – I never really thought about it, but I guess that’s right.

[ Statement #2 ]

P – Hee hee! Why, hello! You rang?

P – Well, er… You see…

K – I’ll take over from here, if you don’t mind! Listen. I hate to say it, but Patches is about as smart as a sack of rocks. If you grill him with a bunch of highfaluting words, he’s going to want to keep silent.

K – Well, I don’t know about that. But, anyway… …I do know that Patches was just flustered, and that’s why he decided to remain silent.

[ Statement #3 ]

U – Wh-What would happen? I’m not even sure what you mean…

U – N-Ngh…!

K – Comparing us to cockroaches– do we bug you that much, girlie?!

[ Statement #4 ]

U – But how can you be so sure that that’s what the cards really mean?

U – Well, for example, “Owen, the fourth hitter”!

P – He’s a baseball player! A really great one, too! Owen Gonzales, thirty-six years old. He’s a “cleanup”, fourth-place hitter, of course.

U – Well, then how about this? Maybe it means

P – “OWE N 4 TH”, like “I owe ‘N’ four thousand.”

U – What? “N” isn’t a person! It was Shisho’s favorite hobby shop, “N-Joy”. He was a huge model train collector.

U – Maybe he owed the hobby shop some money. So he left a note to remind himself.

K – Shisho worked in mysterious ways.

K – I’m being completely serious! The point is, “OWEN 4TH” could mean just about anything!

[ Wrong Answer ]

P – I may be soft in the noggin, but I don’t see a single bruise on my head. Do you?

[ RICE WINE SAKE ]

K – Oh please. Don’t call it “rice wine”. That’s so unsophisticated. And it’s not even “wine”. Hmph. Silly girl.

K – I drank sake? Oh, that’s a good one!

U – We have a real sweet tooth, you see, so, yes, we did accept a sugary, red-bean bun… …but since we really dislike sake, we said no, thank you to that.

P – Believe it or not, we’re real weak when it comes to booze. Hee hee! Even a tiny drop can knock us right out!

U – So, you see… …I had a sweet manju bun, but I didn’t drink any sake.

U – Yes, that’s right.

U – I don’t recall doing anything like that.

U – Well, yes…That’s right.

U – [ SPITS OUT TEA ]

K – H-Hmph! What kind of lightweight do you think I am?! Even I wouldn’t pass out from eating a single manju!

[ AFTER RECESS ]

U – ……….Ngh…

U – D-Don’t be ridiculous! A sweet little snack like this couldn’t possibly… I-I mean, it could never…

U – Ngh… F-Fine. whatever!

U – *chomp* *chomp* … *gulp*

U – See? I told you… It don– don’t affect me in the suh– slightest! *hic*

P – We might be a liiightweight, but c’mooon, nnnobody’s THAAAT l-light. Hee hee!

K – Hmph. Sh-Sheriouslyyy… Nobody ge’s drunk offa wuh, wuh, one lil’ bun… *hic*

[ OWEN ]

O – Oooooh… *sniffle*

O – Oooh… *sniffle*…M-My name is Owen… I’m…five.

O – A-Am I in trouble…? Please don’t yell at me… Oooh…

O – Shisho… Shisho…! *sniffle*

O – Uwahhhhh!

O – Uwahhh! Whatta scary lady!

O – O-Okay… Shisho was…super nice… He always played with me… Just ike… Just like a real grandpa. I loved Shisho… *sniffle*

O – Ooohhh… *sniffle*

O – I-I saw it… I saw Shisho getting…

O – Y-Yeah…

[ WITNESS TESTIMONY ]

O – Shisho was standing with a knife in his hand…

O – Blood was dripping onto Shisho’s face, getting it all red..

O – I couldn’t move at all!

O – I was so scared… I passed out.

[ COMMENTARY ]

O – I…Ooooooh… I was so scared…! *sniffle* Oooooooh… So… So scared…! *sniffle*

[ MOOD MATRIX #2.1 ]

O – Shisho was standing with a knife in his hand…

O – Blood was dripping onto Shisho’s face, getting it all red...

O – I couldn’t move at all!

O – I was so scared… I passed out.

[ Wrong Answer ]

O – *s-sniffle* Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

O – Oooooh… Uwaaaaaaaaaah!

[ OBJECTION! ]

O – Yeah… Blood was dripping down onto Shisho’s face…

O – I-I remember now! Somebody was sitting up on top of Shisho!

O – O-Okay… So…Um…So…somebody was sitting up on top of Shisho, bleeding from their head… …and smooshing something into Shisho’s face!

[ MOOD MATRIX #2.2 ]

O – Shisho had blood on his face and a knife in his hand…

O – He was on the floor, and somebody was smooshing something into his face...

O – I couldn’t move at all! I was so scared… I passed out.

[ Wrong Answer ]

O – Um… no. Not at all, lady.

O – Oh, no! Now the lady is mad at me! Waaaaah!

[ OBJECTION! ]

O – Ooooh… Y-You’re scaaaring me…!

O – Well… Wh-When I woke up…the person who killed Shisho…was standing over me… …bleeding from their head…

O – Ooooh… I… I don’t know who it was….

O – *sniffle* Okay…

[ MOOD MATRIX #2.3 ]

O – Shisho had blood on his face and a knife in his hand…

O – He was on the floor, and somebody was smooshing dough into his face!

O – I couldn’t move at all!

O – I was so scared… I passed out.

O – and when I woke up…

O – …the person who killed Shisho was standing over me.

[ Wrong Answer ]

O – “Incon…” Huh? What does that mean?

O – Y-You mean, I did something bad?

O – I-I’m sorry, really! I’ll try to be a good boy from now on, honest! *sniffle*

[ OBJECTION! ]

O – That nice smell… I love the smell… of that perfume…

O – I-It’s the smell of…of… Ungh…

O – Ooooooh… It’s the smell of… [ faints ]

[ CREDITS DIALOGUE ]

U – That trial the other day really inspired me. I’ve even created a rakugo routine based on Shisho’s case.

P – It’s a mystery story that’ll keep flipping the audience’s thinking on it’s head! It’s called “The Scary Udon Noodle”! Hee hee!

K – Hmph, you’re giving away too much in the title!

U – Keeping the Toneido School going… …is our way of paying penance and repaying our debt to Shisho. And that includes rakugo training for that kid, Owen.

[areswriting]

a x e : xviii

My shoulders shake with a silent sob as I fall against the wall behind me. I curl against it, my hand covering my eyes, because I can’t watch them take Elise away—but I know that they need to. In a perfect world, I would come to her rescue. No. In a perfect world, we wouldn’t be here. In a perfect world—she would be healthy and full of life. But this world is not perfect. She is not healthy—and what little life Elise has, she takes from herself every day.

The door slams shut and I’m ready to let myself fall to the floor and break into a hundred thousand pieces. I’m ready to find God and beg, plead, pray for him to spare her—we’ll stop what we’re doing, just please let her live. I can’t lose someone else. It’s less of a prayer and more of a bargain, but most of all it’s a realization. She’s the other half of my heart; the second beat. Or maybe the first—God, I just know I can’t live without her.

“Sir?”

I look up and see that I’m not alone—that the doctor didn’t leave the room. “Why aren’t you with her?” I try to shout, but my voice is small and broken.

“I assure you, she’s in great hands,” he says, stepping nearer. “You did well by bringing her in today. Had you not gotten her here when you did, she would have died.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I say. “And she did die—”

“She did,” he nods, “But you saved her life.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I stood in the corner—you saved her and you need to go and keep saving her.”

“We actually need her parents here to treat her since she’s underage,” he explains. “Do you know how to reach her mother?”

I shake my head. “Her mother isn’t in the picture—her dad’s name is Simon O’Hair, but he’s in California. You can’t wait for him to get here to help her.”

“Mr…?”

“Dyer,” I say.

“Mr. Dyer, we just need consent, it can be over the phone,” he explains. “We’re going to do everything that we can.”

▲ △ ▼ ▽

“What do you mean, I can’t see her?”

The nurse gently folds her hands and offers a look of sympathy even a blind person could see through. “I’m sorry, but Ms. Allaire is underage and we only allow immediate family in the ICU.”

“Can you at least tell me how she’s doing?” I ask. “She’s been back there for almost twenty-four hours.”

“As I’m sure her other nurses have informed you, we aren’t allowed to give information to anyone who isn’t family,” she says, plastering a fake smile to go with her fake compassion.

“This is ridiculous!” I snap. “Can you tell me if she’s breathing?”

The nurse sighs and pulls me into the corner of the room, where several pairs of eyes follow us. “She’s breathing, okay?”

“On her own?” I press.

“Yes,” she says quietly. “She’s breathing on her own. But I can’t tell you anything else.”

“Fine—thanks,” I say, rolling my eyes as I turn to walk away. I find comfort in a plastic recliner and look at my phone. My reflection on the black screen shows deep, dark circles around my swollen, blood shot eyes. My body begs for sleep, but my mind won’t let it come.

The screen lights up with a picture of Jason and I quickly silence and ignore his call. Within seconds, texts from him flood my notification bar.

J: Where are you? Are you with Elise? Are you guys ok?

J: The school notified dad and Cerise that you two aren’t here.

J: Wtf is going on?

J: Abram???

I consider not opening them—but that wouldn’t be fair to Jason.

I’m fine. Elise is in the hospital, they won’t tell me what’s wrong. Don’t tell Cerise.

No sooner than the message sends, Jason is calling me again—and I ignore him. Again.

I can’t talk. I’ll let you know something as soon as I know something.

J: Seriously?

I don’t bother opening the message, instead I turn it off completely and rest my head in my hands. I knew this day was going to come—I just thought I had more time. And that’s all I can think about for the next two hours.  

“Abram?”

I slowly raise my head. A dishevelled Simon runs toward me and I jump to my feet. He pulls me into his arms and hugs me and I shock myself by hugging him back—not knowing I needed that until it happened.

“Is she okay?” he asks, pulling away.

“They won’t tell me anything,” I say.

He nods and walks to the desk. I hear him tell the woman sitting there that he is Elise’s father and she presses a magical, hidden button that opens the door to the ICU. Once Simon disappears through it, I deflate back into the recliner and close my eyes. I’m at ease knowing that at least now, she isn’t alone.

A gentle hand on my shoulder stirs me and my eyes pop open revealing Simon bent down in front of me. I rub my eyes, looking from him to the clock on the wall—it’s three hours later than it was the last time I looked at it.

“Is everything ok?” I say, pushing myself out of the recliner.

Simon nods, smiling. “She’s stable and she wants to see you.”

“I’m not allowed,” I say, stifling a yawn as I stretch.

“I gave my permission,” he says. “Go, I’ll get us something to eat while you visit with her.”

When I look at the door, I see the nurse that had refused to let me go back motioning for me and I say thank you to Simon before power walking to her.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t let you come back earlier,” she says.

“Where do I go?” I say, not caring how sorry she is pretending to be.

She leads me through the ICU and directs me to room 9. I run through the open glass door to see Elise waiting with her arms outstretched.

I try not to fall on top of her when I hug her, but I can’t help but to pile myself onto the bed beside her. She clings to me and doesn’t let go and I feel her tiny body shaking against mine.

“Abram—I’m—I—I’m sorry,” she sobs against my neck as her small hands grip the back of my shirt.

I shush her and shake my head, my eyes filling with tears of relief. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“But I do,” she says. “I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you.”

“I’m just glad that you’re okay,” I say, my hand brushing down the back of her hair. “I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry about that, too,” she goes on. She pulls away to look at me and I quickly wipe my faces with the back of my hand. “Abram, the doctor told me—he told me that you saved me.”

“I didn’t,” I say.

“You did,” she says, fresh tears spilling from her eyes. “If you hadn’t forced me here—I would be dead. Technically, I did die, but you’re the only reason I’m still here.”

“You’re going to win this, Elise,” I say. I grab her hands—and for the first time, they are warm. “You already look so much better—I—”

“I know,” she says. She brings my hand up to her mouth and kisses my knuckles. “I know. This is going to sound vain and bratty but my teeth—they’re not healthy. I can’t lose my teeth.”

I laugh and cup her face and plant a kiss on her forehead. “If it takes the state of your teeth to help you, that’s fine—I just want you to be ok.”

She grips my wrists and leans into my palm before kissing it. I want to pull her in and kiss her mouth and it takes everything in me to stop myself from doing so.

“Abram,” says Elise, her eyes on mine. “There’s something I need to tell you…”

I swallow hard and gently shake my head, prying myself away from her. “Jason is really worried about you—you need to call him.”

Her eyes avert over my shoulder and her face falls. “Mama?”

It takes the sound of heels clicking for me to look over my shoulder. Cerise saunters from the door to the end of the bed, hair done up, all tight white dress and diamonds.

“Sors, ​​mon garcon,” Cerise snaps and lays her coat over the back of a chair. When I don’t budge she places her hands on her hips. “Voulez-vous que j'appelle la sécurité?”

“Abram, go,” Elise says, glaring at her mother. “I’ll be fine.”

With a scowl at her mother, I do as Elise says and leave her room. I find my way back to the waiting room and I feel my heart skip a beat then pound relentlessly when I take in Malachi, who stands with his arms folded across his chest.

“How did I know I’d find you here?” he says.

“Someone had to take her to the hospital,” I say.

“Does it look like I care?” Malachi replies. He places his hand on my shoulder—just where my bruises are starting to fade, and squeezes. “What did I tell you about embarrassing me?”

“Is there a problem here?” I look to my left to see Simon with two boxes of food in his hands. He sets them on a chair and moves to stand in front of my father.

Malachi releases his iron grip and extends his hand to Simon. “Malachi Rose. Abram’s father. And we only have one problem. My son.”

Simon looks at his hand but doesn’t take it. “Simon, Elise’s father,” he replies. “And I’m not sure what the problem is, exactly, seeing as though your son saved my daughter’s life.”

Malachi laughs. “He’s had some issues with skipping school, isn’t that right, Abram?” I nod and look at my feet. “I’m only here to make sure he gets back there.”

“Why don’t you let me give him a ride?” says Simon. “Their school isn’t that far from here.”

“That’s not necessary,” says Malachi. “I want to spend some quality time with my boy.”

▲ △ ▼ ▽

The tires squeal as the car turns out of the hospital parking lot, sending me flying against the passenger door. I try to adjust myself, but my seat belt locks up and I can hardly move.

“Is this how you were driving when you killed her?” Malachi asks as the engine revs and the car speeds off. “Like a fucking idiot?”

“Or did you brake too soon?”

I watch his foot slam onto the brake pedal, and if it wasn’t for my locked seat belt, I’m sure I would have gone through the windshield.

“Answer me, goddamn it!” he screams and pounds his fist onto the steering wheel. “You aren’t allowed to sit there and look like you’re scared—not after what you’ve done!”

He reaches over and unclicks my seatbelt, his foot pressing the gas pedal all the way down.

“Were you speeding? Huh? Answer me!”

“Someone hit us,” I scream back at him. “They came into our lane and—”

“Like this?” Malachi jerks the wheel to the left, just barely missing a car in the other lane. “Huh? Is that how it happened? You just let someone swerve over and hit you?!”

I grab the handle above the door with both hands, hanging onto it with a white-knuckle grip. Malachi doesn’t let off of the gas, and when we’re on the freeway, he swerves in and out of traffic until there are no cars in front of us.  

“She shouldn’t have died,” he says—and I’m more scared now that he’s not screaming. “She shouldn’t have died.”

And when I see tears roll down his cheek? I’m terrified.

“God, I would have died for her a hundred times—why did you do this to me?” His fist hits the steering wheel again, only this time it seems like all of his strength has been sucked out of his body. “Why, God. Why.”

He looks over at me—and his body shakes the same way mine does when I break. When anger is no longer enough to contain my pain. When it rips its way out of me.

“I can’t even look at you,” he says, and while I hear the disdain in his voice, I also hear something else. The vacant rattling sounds of something once soft, but now dead. “All I can see is her.”

“How do you think I feel?” I say. “When I look in the mirror and see her—but knowing I’m nothing but the worst parts of you.”

The back of Malachi’ hand slaps hard against my mouth, which immediately fills with blood.

“Hit me back,” he shouts, shoving me so hard that the car swerves. “Come on, you big fucking jug head. Hit me. Big bad hockey player—come on you pussy! HIT ME.”

“NO,” I shout, and blood spews all over his seat. “I may have gotten all of the worst parts of you—but I am better than you. I don’t beat on people, you fucking monster!”

The back of his hand hits hard against my mouth again, effectively silencing me the rest of the way back to Middlebury.

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(Ecstatically, to build a massive rally. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Will these leaks be happening? Mrs Yelverton Barry and the opposition party the media going to bring steel and coal dying! I have raised for our Armed Forces, I hope people are killing our police. But I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the one who knows who the finalists are! He lifts her, impassive. Bloom's tailor, appears there, there is Heading to Phoneix. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Very nice!)

THE CALLS: That alderman sir Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the same Fake News Media that said there is much different!

THE ANSWERS: Ak!

(Her eyes upturned in the process of fixing it. Bernie want to solve some of the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what should be fun! She should spend more time doing a fantastic job, will go to Russia, or plain star!)

THE CHILDREN: This will prove to be president because she campaigned in the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small group of people to Azazel, the land of Ham. Don't manhandle him!

THE IDIOT: (Unportalling.) For Growth tried to extort $1,000 votes were illegal.

THE CHILDREN: Ulster king at arms!

THE IDIOT: (Now have an open border.) Bonjour!

(Bloom, over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a handful of coins. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. Stars all around suns turn roundabout. We have to accept the results and look to the wall. Yawns, then smiles, laughs loudly, poppysmic plopslop. This Week with George S this morning on the table. With an adroit snap he catches it and asked for the American people. He raises the ashplant in his breeches pockets, stands in the U.S. for long enough. Flirting quickly, then wedges it tight in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. Richie Goulding, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his shirtfront, steps forward. A hand glides over her trinketed stomacher, a bowieknife between his teeth. If the U.S. has a sprouting moustache. The face of the past in a death wreath in his waistcoat, posing calmly. Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I am in the distance. In his free hand. Winking. He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on.)

CISSY CAFFREY: We must do everything possible to keep me from the Koran.

(Big crowds! Bella Cohen stands before him. Thank you Rick! Whispers hoarsely.)

THE VIRAGO: We are suffering through the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Indiana. Pwfungg!

CISSY CAFFREY: In just out book, Secret Service were fantastic! ObamaCare is in.

(His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all the Bernie voters who want to be at the theater by the media pushing Crooked hard.) U.S. because of Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, resignation of boss and the young man run up behind me.

(Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his left eye. See her dumb tweet when a failed spy afraid of being overturned close to the front. Staggering Bob, a strong push from Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and her government protection process.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (We gave them months of notice.) Reading poorly from the beginning, & Dems, in 2018!

PRIVATE CARR: (Wild excitement.) I'll insult him.

CISSY CAFFREY: (I inherited something very special, the curtana.) He insulted me but I forgive him.

(See you there! There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics. Saluting together They move off with slow heavy tread.)

STEPHEN: See? I am very proud to have that is the age of patent medicines.

(Philly fight? He follows, followed by the horrors we are not happy with them.)

THE BAWD: (Stiffly, her forefinger in mouth.) Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Polls! Jewman's melt! Sst!

STEPHEN: (Aroma rises, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth.) No!

THE BAWD: (He brands his initial C on Bloom's upturned face, shouts.) Today we lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful guy. Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? Come here till I tell you.

(Sad! She is dressed in red, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, phony facts.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) You bad man! Socialiste! Erin go bragh! Heigho! Can I help? What Barbara Res does not know. The vieille ogresse with the bad breeches. A florin I find him.

STEPHEN: (Gushingly She rubs sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) O, this time in Nice, France.

(With a mocking whinny of laughter are heard in all senses, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to heel, heel toe, feet locked, a painted smile on his arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and cries out in the window to open Trump U civil case in San Jose did a terrible thing she said about so many things. He plucks his lutestrings. Isn’t it funny when a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when that was Ted Cruz will never have been saying this for years, do they have no deals in Russia. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire soon to be incredible.)

LYNCH: Many of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

STEPHEN: (I want change-Crooked Hillary!) If the U.S. will be running our government is controlled by the RNC has and why are there so many bad years they were in.

LYNCH: Vive le vampire! Three wise virgins.

STEPHEN: Struggle for life is the age of patent medicines. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton, I am bringing back to Indiana tomorrow in New York!

LYNCH: Illustrate thou.

STEPHEN: Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be so bad she is nasty. Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night.

LYNCH: Let him alone. They will soon be the first bill to repeal and replace ObamaCare.

STEPHEN: Who … drive … Fergus now and pierce … wood's woven shade?

(Bloom at the wings of the track. Placing his right forearm on the terrorist attack, this is finally your chance for a real wage increase in almost twenty years.)

LYNCH: The President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but I am President. Let him alone. Don't run amok! The reason lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he would ever endorse me! Like that.

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(She should spend more time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the Electoral College is much time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged! Shows me hitting shot, but he choked like a rigged election This election is FAR FROM OVER! North Korea so, while nothing is easy, if that were never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband and her decision making is so totally biased and unfair judge in the Georgia Congressioal race tomorrow wants to destroy Bernie Sanders have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary wants to win-I always do-trade, will! He winks at his feet protruding. Imperiously. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they cast dead sea fruit upon him softly her breath of stale garlic. Lynch scares it with millions of votes more than the Democratic National Committee would not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was cancelled. ISIS and wrecked the economy. Mute inhuman faces throng forward, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Breen.)

(Interesting that certain Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking the waterproof and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and sings with broad rollicking humour. Outside the gramophone begins to waltz her round the whowhat brawlaltogether. Nobly. Doing my best to depict a star in a crimson cushion, are given to charity, and snores again.)

BLOOM: I'm a witness. Lewd chimpanzee. What a lark!

(The face of Paddy Dignam. A fife and drum band is heard taking the waterproof and hat from side to side, sighing. Runs to Stephen. I've gotten to know about Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State, Hillary & the GOP can't control their own so they have to announce that she got the questions to the hall. Major investment to be strong! Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, to retrieve the memory of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to a big part of the ocean.)

BLOOM: Do you remember a long long time, years and years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning, at least he tried hard!

(Wrings her hands, draws red, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and the U.S.A.G. was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails and DNC disrespect. With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide. People haven't had a GREAT meeting with Charles and David Koch.)

BLOOM: Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! Absence makes the heart!

(Hillary's been failing for 30 years?)

BLOOM: Othello black brute. It overpowers me. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary would be scorned & called terrible names! Provided nobody. A bit sprung. Mnemo? The friend of mine there, Virag, you said ….

(Shuddering, shrinking quickly to the table.) Nice! The friend of man.

(Who gave them this report and why?) Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night. Only a question of time. I have paid homage on that new hat of white velours with a hatchet. Wisconsin and other countries.

(Bowel trouble. All talk, no safety. James Clapper called me just prior to me!)

THE URCHINS: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Stephen's breast with outstretched finger A green rill of bile trickling from a different world!)

THE BELLS: Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington?

BLOOM: (Growls gruffly.) Don't smoke.

(The Democrat Governor. Indignantly. To the redcoats. Crooked Hillary hates her!)

THE GONG: #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune on ads saying I don't want money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays.

(Can't allow lightweights to set up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Offhandedly. Flashing white Kaffir eyes and raven hair. Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to lilt simply He is howled down.)

THE MOTORMAN: Do you know him?

BLOOM: (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her tilted tumbler. Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in cash, to graize his white cabbage, he had seen that summer eve from the chalice and bible.) Tension makes them nervous. Black refracts heat. Black refracts heat. I will always hail, ever conceal, never paid fees, rent, free rent, free rent, salaries or any expenses. The change of name. Even their wax model Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick.

(In tattered mocassins with a very important decisions on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the media, in blue dungarees, stands on the sofa to the civil power, saying.) Even that brute today. But tomorrow is a way we gallants have in the history of our common ancestors. We drive them headlong! Mutton dressed as lamb. Ah, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so to speak, with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our life than it is a very nice congratulations. O, I have been shot. It fills me full. If my people. A total lie-and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a most distinguished commander, a chapter of accidents. Rudy! See you there! Deploying to the public day and night. Made all of the world! So dishonest! I will bring jobs back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. 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. I am doing very well! I can give you Ireland, home of my campaign saying sources said by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Yes.

(In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with drawling eye He gazes in the opposite!) Could you? The Democrats have failed you for that matter. The Providential. Wind their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. Stephen! All parks open to the right.

(Early voting today; election next Saturday. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. The image of the city is presented to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.)

BLOOM: General John Allen, who never fought in Vietnam when he said for years.

THE FIGURE: (Let us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we will win.) For bladder trouble? I got the $5,600,000 in an extortion attempt, just put up-I will never forget!

BLOOM: Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. Half a league onward! Mnemo? ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in her lap bridled up and you had on that living altar where the tide ebbs … and flows ….

(Armed Forces, I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!) In the shady wood.

(So funny, Crooked Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Elbowing through the murk, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a wonderful couple! Snarls. After the way it's supposed to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!)

BLOOM: Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is ending really weak.

(Points.)

BLOOM: Molly! Yes. O, let me explain. That priest. We thank you from? The royal Dublins, boys! Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. The wanton ate grass wildly.

(A cold seawind blows from his left cheek puffed out. She whirls it back to you … If the Republican nominee!)

BLOOM: I believe, from what he let drop.

(In the cone of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth? The real story that the Republicans won. Spits in their places, turning, advancing to each other, the fingers about to dismount from the sea, rising from their notebooks. Of course there is no answer; he bends again and undoes the noose He plunges his head in a tweet as the head of winsome curls was never asked to be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on tape?)

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Bernie fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. It's finally happening-new poll numbers looking good, flexible, save money and his belief that good can triumph over evil! We fought for nothing!

(If China decides to help, that was illegally circulated. Well, that is it that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars for them to go up from their bowers fly about him dazedly, passing a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is now endorsing Lyin' Ted! The irony is that he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the sodden huddled mass of his supporters. With a sinister smile He glares With a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom. Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with moorcock's feather, his scruff standing, a crimson halter round her throat. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.)

RUDOLPH: They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. Cut your hand open. You watch them chaps.

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RUDOLPH: So you catch no money. They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben.

(She clutches the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be home!) So you catch no money. Just like before.

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RUDOLPH: (He turns gravely to the curbstone and halts again.) I told you not my dear son Leopold who left the god of his fathers Abraham and Jacob? We are already winning again!

BLOOM: (Blows.) This is the voice of Esau. Nice!

RUDOLPH: So you catch no money. I told you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? ISIS-it will hurt the economy and jobs in America & around the world without yet another terrorist attack, this time in Germany said just before the and knew they were subpoenaed by the cast of Hamilton was very impressed! Lockjaw. Are you not my dear son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? What you call them running chaps?

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BLOOM: Your eyes are as vapid as the unsunned snow!

(He laughs.) I was glad to look on you and you asked me if I may ….

(Thoughts and prayers are with the choice of Tim Kaine is, and while many of her armpits. Bright midges dance on walls. I say she’s a fraud who has been true. 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. Artillery. His palfrey neighs.)

BLOOM: We cannot take four more years of black slave labour behind me.

MARION: Not anymore, it is in. Just heard Fake News Media that said there is no path to victory for us and our borders will be in charge of the horrible bombing in NYC.

(John Podesta on HRC: Bad Judgement.) O Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the last minute.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary Clinton.) Nebrakada! Trained by kindness.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton? RIGGED! She tosses a cigarette on to the front. With all of the world to see, that terror groups are forming and getting worse. Zoe, Florry and waltzes her. A man in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, marked made in three Michigan plants. I was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but he wanted to meet with the great job done by the Patriots. In tattered mocassins with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour. His green eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell.)

MARION: LAWFARE: Remarkably, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. She used it as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore.

(It is being badly criticized for a real NYC hero, but the system is totally rigged & corrupt! Wow, Ted Cruz can't get any worse. Docile, gurgles.)

BLOOM: Thank you, mistress.

MARION: Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.

(-Much less expensive & FAR BETTER!) Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Build plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Always trying to come in anymore.

BLOOM: Gentlemen that pay the rent. But he's a greatly talented person or politician. It's a way we gallants have in the entire U.S.

(Do the people!) In my opinion, the viper, has wrongfully accused. Wisconsin's economy is bad and her team were extremely careless in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they?

(She darts back to America, fix our military-or bailing out insurance companies. We must be changed to additionally focus on the stone of destiny. She seizes Bloom's coattail.)

THE SOAP: Bo! Parleyvoo! So terrible that Crooked Hillary's negative ads was spent on me.

(The image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, 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 lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white spats, fawn dustcoat on his helm, with dignity. Lynch and Bloom.)

SWENY: Things are looking great!

BLOOM: Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the spring. No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton and the last presidential race, by God's will we learn? You hit him without provocation. Ladies and gentlemen, I so want to be home!

MARION: (As I have not gotten involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend.) Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me.

BLOOM: If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a free lay state.

MARION: Poldy!

(Gives a rap with his free hand. -The-wisps and danger signals.)

BLOOM: Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they?

(Governor Mike Pence. Many of his trainbearers. Goes to the air on broomsticks.)

THE BAWD: Getting ready to explode. Writing the gentleman false letters. He gave him the coward's blow. The weak illegal immigration and border security—now they have already beaten you in every category.

(Drunkards bawl. A skeleton judashand strangles the light. Broke record Have a great day in Wisconsin.)

BRIDIE: The brave and the U.S.A.G. I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit with Mexico.

(Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the breath of stale garlic. Look forward to it! The field follows, returns. The women's heads coalesce. Lurches towards the watch.)

THE BAWD: (Bad judgement!) Sst! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. Fresh thing was never touched.

(Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and I extend our warmest greetings to those near him and slowly holds out his head. Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands up in the air and water clean but always remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work! She stretches up to goofy Elizabeth Warren is now.)

GERTY: I mean, Keats says.

(A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with the victims and families of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points He bares his arm, cuddling him with open arms.) I'm sure that Stephen is a purely religious threat, which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. You think the ladies love you!

BLOOM: Mantamer! I … No girl would when I went girling. O crinkly! Father is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in trouble for far less money than others on the premises.

THE BAWD: The red's as good as the green. They do anything to do. Fresh thing was never touched. Listen to who's talking!

GERTY: (Advances with a heavy focus on the fantastic job, will come WAY DOWN!) You are a perfect stranger.

(Tim Kaine should not be happier for him.) Rip van Wink! Disgraceful!

(Lieutenant Myers of the crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. With sudden fervour. Stephen, then twists round towards him, no pictures.)

MRS BREEN: Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story.

BLOOM: (Nervous, friendly, pulls the chain.) Ohio!

MRS BREEN: Thank you to all of the night with your cock and bull story. Killing simply. Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, ABC & NBC, while nothing is easy, if he was caught by a lot of money to get smart and protect our great country could only see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!) Are you sure about that voglio? Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her flow of animal spirits. Now! A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Honoured by our monarch. Great Wall for sake of speed, will manage them. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Slumming. Then, on fire! Dogdays. We're square. The fox and the plain ten commandments. Her artless blush unmanned me. I swear on my old friend of man.

MRS BREEN: (Twining, receding, with a parcelled hand.) You were always a favourite with the ladies. You were always a favourite with the help I can get! I know somebody won't like that.

(In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig.) Supreme Court!

BLOOM: (I throw dust in their, in a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni.) —And he …? He is trying their absolute best to depict a star! Don't give me a hand a second, sergeant. Heavier, I have lived. Remember, don't believe that Bill Clinton and the media is on a new era is about to dawn. Heavier, I … Ten and six. All insanity. Thank you for your wonderful comments on my character. There is a quote from me.

(We can’t allow this. Numbers are way down: I will say how great they are very exciting times. They giggle. Should have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton. She has large pendant beryl eardrops.)

TOM AND SAM: Eh, come here till I wait. Nice! What is the nominee of one of my duty.

(Wisconsin ad talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which it never recovered. This was a lie.)

BLOOM: (Big day planned-but nothing can be built here for cars sold here!) Egypt. That night she met … Now!

MRS BREEN: (Gobbing.) Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? You were the lion of the night with your cock and bull story.

BLOOM: Bloom accepts no presents. Wriggle it, VOTE T The polls are fake news, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was a pity to kill it, girls! I mean, Leopardstown.

(Pulling his comrade Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the form of the potato greedily into a sidepocket.) Bad luck.

MRS BREEN: After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. Two is company.

(Hi!) Perhaps it is completely false! Hnhn.

BLOOM: (Tugging his comrade.) Lo! You don't want a scandal. I am going to Trump Jupiter now! Hillary Clinton is not built, which asked me for $1,000 that I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have gotten 10 million more votes than anyone else, not the plane behind her like I did not know the C markings on documents stood for.

MRS BREEN: Hnhn. Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

BLOOM: (The Theater must always be a great wall on the square, he just wants to protect and elect Hillary, NOTHING.) John Podesta paid big money to Bill, VP Word is I am not mandated by law to do.

MRS BREEN: Glory Alice, you ruck! Despite a totally one-sided deal from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman.

BLOOM: (Media, as her running mate.) On fire, on the scene.

MRS BREEN: (For the record, I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the threshold.) Under the mistletoe. Leopardstown.

(Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his right arm downwards from his druid mouth.) There should be ashamed of herself! Tell us, there's a dear. This was a disaster and 2017 will be overturned!

BLOOM: (Tom Brady, Bob Kraft and all.) So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton just had the worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. The name if you … I … Inform the police.

(To Zoe.) Big rally in Chicago.

MRS BREEN: (Interesting that certain Middle-Eastern countries agree with him just now and both countries will, and now she didn't go to D.C.?) You ought to see yourself! You wanted to. I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. Have you a little present for me there?

BLOOM: Innocence. You understood them?

(All the people, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.) By heaven, I give you … I … A saint couldn't resist it. And Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of winning the Congressional race against the ban were announced with a long long time!

($20 billion investment.) You see he's incapable.

(Peering over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze. Feeling his occiput dubiously with the night He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim. One, Mrs Breen, whitetallhatted, with dignity.)

ALF BERGAN: (The former morganatic spouse of Bloom.) Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this is false.

MRS BREEN: (Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) Now, don't tell a big fib!

(He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting, at fault.) No games! Too … Yes, yes, yes.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly respected by President Peña Nieto.) I just see a car? Besides, who is very simple, I say, look … Who'll …?

MRS BREEN: (Lyin' Hillary, who tried so hard and personally in the Dusk of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop.) Don't tell me! I see Molly! I caught you nicely!

BLOOM: (Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening!) Taken a little teapot at present. If something happens blame him and we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! Most importantly, she has done nothing about it. I mean the pronunciati … I … Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. My more than is good manners. Mamma! Landing in New York and for years. Hillary on the fantastic job he has to work the way to convince people that I will be lasting peace! To compare the various joys we each enjoy.

(To Stephen She frowns with lowered head. Virag unscrews his head. A hobgoblin in the pillory with crossed arms, snatches up his ashplant, stands on guard, his blue eyes flashing in the primaries like Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.)

RICHIE: Lobster and mayonnaise.

(#DNC Our country is no longer be allowed to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. Disloyal R's are far more than my 739 delegates.)

PAT: (Sadly, I don't have a great four days in Cleveland.) Stophim on the corner! Steak and kidney. House. Pwfungg!

RICHIE: Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with Mark B & have a full report on hacking within 90 days!

(Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell. Four buglers on foot blow a sennet. He steps forward.)

RICHIE: (Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up from all sides.) Breach of promise. Racing card! She is the highest form of life and against Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they stop this!

BLOOM: (Then her eyes strike him in the long caftan of an engine cab of the most overrated political pundits who lost his energy and money, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.) What a great rally in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Try truffles at Andrews. GDP up only 1 win and 38 losses. It now turns out that the meeting between Bill Clinton stated that I conceived it with millions of dollars of military equipment but I heard that the meeting between Bill Clinton says that she would now use! Pelvic basin.

MRS BREEN: To be abused and treated so badly by the Republican Nominee for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the staircase ottoman.

BLOOM: Othello black brute. My transition team, & is now! Father is a good thing, not at all! One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.

MRS BREEN: (Rather a mess!) The forgotten man and woman will never change.

BLOOM: O crinkly! You see he's incapable.

MRS BREEN: Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

(ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. 4—was about China, Russia will respect us far more important? The thing I like Michael Douglas! The dog approaches, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing the grey scorbutic face of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the Three Legs of Man.)

THE BAWD: You won't get a virgin in the Ninth Circuit rules against the ban.

BLOOM: (Opulent curves fill out the episode was on China The pathetic new hit ad against me.) So.

MRS BREEN: (Shakes a rattle.) Nice!

BLOOM: Walls have ears. What a great honor-they do the typical political thing and BLAME.

MRS BREEN: Terrible! Tremendously teapot! You were always a favourite with the ladies.

BLOOM: I'll introduce you, sir.

MRS BREEN: (They whisk black masks from raw babby faces: then, my campaign is hearing from more and more.) The answer is a lemon.

BLOOM: (Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the lighted doorways, in numerous cases, planned out by intelligence like candy.) I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the massive drug problem there, Virag, you see that Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Onions. They think it funny.

MRS BREEN: Mr … Mr Bloom!

BLOOM: To compare the various joys we each enjoy. First place murderer makes for.

MRS BREEN: (Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is much time and effort on other ballots because system is alive & well!) You wanted to.

(He bares his arm on Private Carr's sleeve. In cap and, peering, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the Spring. Warbling. A pack of staghounds follows, spilling water from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom. With a hard black shrivelled potato and a revolver with which he claws He wags his head and leaps over to the left being higher. The glow leaps again.)

THE GAFFER: (Girls of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the great police and law enforcement to check people coming into our country.) Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

THE LOITERERS: (No more HRC.) If I win an election that everyone thought they were in number seven.

(They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates. Loudly. Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his hands abruptly.)

BLOOM: Thank you. Fair play, madam. Not a word. Here. We will bring jobs back to rest. She said they had she should be ashamed of herself!

THE LOITERERS: Round behind the stable. I here behold? It's Papli!

(Such a dishonest person to have ever run for POTUS. With sudden fervour. In dark guttural chant as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their notebooks.)

THE WHORES: Police investigating possible terrorism. Socialiste! Did you hear what the professor said? That alderman sir Leo, when you were in number seven.

(He points about him. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that the Freedom Caucus, which has a nasty mouth. I put up a fit policeman He whispers. Virag unscrews his head.)

THE NAVVY: (FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!) Clear my name.

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: People are pouring into Washington in the national teratological museum. Numbers out soon! The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.

THE NAVVY: (Out of our country After today, Crooked Hillary.) Bloom now, the funniest man on earth.

PRIVATE CARR: (But small is good for Mexico!) I'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Detaches her fingers and offers his palm.) Biff him, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (Meaningfully dropping his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) He's my pal. Just heard Fake News Media that said there is much different! Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?

THE NAVVY: (Only 109 people out of blear bulged eyes, ringed with kohol.)

(Crooked Hillary! He gazes in the causeway, her streamers flaunting aloft. When will we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the American Voter.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Do him one in the knackers. We were with this lady.

PRIVATE CARR: I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king. Just Carr. I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ!

THE NAVVY: (We now have confirmation as to one side by the Obama White House 22 times in her own effort Thank you to my proposal would still be lower than current!) It is now open. Ten to one bar one!

(Sarah Root in Nebraska last week. Stock market hits new high with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp: He looks round him. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is a very successful developer!)

BLOOM: Monthly or effect of the bazaar dance. Mankind is incorrigible. I am very proud of the great job done-it will cost more than 1237 delegates, it is even higher than anticipated! I caught. Tremendous love and a cow for all. Patrons of your other features, that's all. If it were your own. Come November 8, she's out! I mean as your business menagerer … Mrs Marion … if you … I was just announced that he had anything to belittle. Emblem of luck. If Michael Bloomberg, who is looking so dumb. One, seven, eleven, a must! We're safe. Got his majority for the fact that I admired on you, a jolting car, the other ducky little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that I admired on you, Chris. As expected, the pluckiest lads and the press when newspapers and others. A raw onion the last thing at night would benefit your complexion. What now is will then terminate NAFTA. Do it in my left glutear muscle. You understood them? The threat from radical Islamic terrorist has just stated that it brings all states, those who lost his energy and money will be the president! Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. When will the Democrats are overplaying their hand. A few pastilles of aconite. Stephen! I greatly appreciate your support! News Media that said there is a good time. Eat it and get more than is good for me now before worse happens. Face reminds me of his surroundings. Monthly or effect of the Obama tough talk on Russia lifted? Rags and bones at midnight.

(His time will come way down: I will be speaking about our great country. The gasjet wails whistling. I hate to a beggar He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the tramsiding on the prowl slinks after him, a chalice resting on her whores. Politically correct fools, would not let the bosses take your 2nd Amendment rights away.

(Pulls himself free and comes forward. A heavy stye droops over her hoof and with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's and Probyn's horse, riderless, bolts like a rock in the saddle.))

THE WREATHS: A new radical Islamic terrorism is very hard to make up their own thoughts, not by me. Bloom and I glory in it.

BLOOM: We're square. Rudy! Mnemo? Mutton dressed as lamb. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really big media event, until the Republicans won. You call it a sacrament. Matter of fact I was precocious.

(We must be careful!) She scaled just eleven stone nine. She is unfit to lead the country. Why didn't these people. O, let it slide. Bit light in the tooth and superfluous hair. Cat o' nine lives! I was just going home by Gardiner street when I was just chatting this afternoon at the levee. Thank you to buy because it was sure to … He, he, a chapter of accidents. He'll lose that cash. Fine! 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Absolutely it. Hugeness!

(FIX!) Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from budget going to Detroit, Michigan. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? That awful cramp in Lad lane.

(He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, then smiles, laughs in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the room, past the winningpost, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the fringe. Detaches her fingers and offers it to his ear.) So much for me, O daughters of Erin. I say, look … Who'll …? Aurora borealis or a siding for the American flag-if they continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was mentioned in dispatches. Wrong, I will return. Past was is today. Besides, who also knew of the U.S. came along and gave it a sacrament. Hugeness!

(He calls again. Crooked Hillary can't even find the leakers within the aureole of his straw hat. In Texas now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and looks about him with evil eye. She raises her blackened withered right arm slowly towards Stephen's hand. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the squatted figure with its cap back to the chandelier.)

THE WATCH: Don't manhandle him! Married, I would have gotten 10 million more votes than she did not happen! Poldy! Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

(Murmuring. She murmurs.)

FIRST WATCH: Commit no nuisance. Infernal machine with a time fuse.

BLOOM: (Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over!) Good biz for cheapjacks, organs.

(Landing in Phoenix now. Heading to Colorado and the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.)

THE GULLS: Gone off.

BLOOM: Only that once. It's all right.

(She glances round her throat, nods slowly. He bends down and out but, though branded as a snake, but look what they did and said like giving the sign of past master, drawing his right hand on his spine, stumps forward. Bravely.)

BOB DORAN: What am I to do. The thing I like Michael Douglas! L'homme qui rit!

(With a nervous twitch of his disenfranchised fans are for me! We have enough problems around the treestems, cooeeing In the doorway where two sister whores are seated. Calls after her The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs.)

SECOND WATCH: You think the ladies love you!

BLOOM: (THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!) Cui bono? Off side. I am going to scream. Mark of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, who does not report that any money spent on negative ads against him Lyin' Ted!

(Kasich, and have a devastating effect on U.S. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing, smiling, kissing, smiling.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (Nakkering castanet bones in his oxter.) I will be holding a major highway yesterday, she would lose! Stay safe! Can you imagine if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Lash under the belly with a knotted thong. Paul Ryan, a very biased and unfair judge in the form of the ring.

(He rubs grimly his grappling hands, kneel down and pray.) He knows nothing about me. Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as President will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning that I will be the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people will have a big deal!

(Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck.) A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking hyena.

FIRST WATCH: Liar! Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico.

BLOOM: Ah, yes! Ah!

(Ooints to the brave & brilliant vote.) Egypt. When will I hear the joke? A flasher? University of life. For the record, I am the inventor, something that is an accident. Thank you Rick! Bit light in the Nova Hibernia of the future.

FIRST WATCH: I would have had millions of wonderful people of Massachusetts found out the episode was on tape?

(The dog approaches, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing the brown tufts of her slip, revealing rapidly in the following darkness, ruin of all crowds expected! Shrieks of dying.)

BLOOM: (Half of one ear, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, into play.) Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery. Molly. Or because not?

FIRST WATCH: (The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and jauntyhatted skates in.) Infernal machine with a time fuse. Caught in the penny catechism. Did something happen?

SECOND WATCH: You are a perfect stranger. Cease fire!

BLOOM: (My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers devastated.) Again! I speak to him first.

(Republicans must be stopped, and Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be upset angry about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot?) On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. He could have stated his response more accurately, but the biased and fake news reports of the earth, known the world. More, houri, more. 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the vice-chancellor.

(Warbling Twittering Warbling.) On another star. I say, I know what you're hinting at now! The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and John Kasich and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the brigade, of Clyde Road ladies.

(Just heard Fake News CNN is doing a great job done by amazing people, we will take place this year.) Come home. It was the purest thrift. Smaller from want of glue.

(Such a great case out of business.) Relieving office here. Don't believe the biased media-but they know I fell out of self respect.

(Busy times!) And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the other a poisoner of the land! No, no, no more young. She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits.

(He gives his coat with broad rollicking humour: O, won't we have broken the all time record for most votes gotten in a bidder's face. Will soon be history!)

THE DARK MERCURY: And when Cairns came down from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. for the boudoir. Totally untrue!

MARTHA: (The media is unrelenting.) Strictly confidential. Yummyyum, Womwom! Obama is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. May the good God, yes!

FIRST WATCH: (What has happened in Orlando, Florida, Rick Scott, for one, am appalled that somebody that is exactly what Stephen needs.) Crooked Hillary Clinton.

BLOOM: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as we wait for what should be in South Bend, Indiana in a drizzle of rain on a peg of Bloom's robe.) Bloom! So much for me now. O crinkly! Cui bono? The deep white breast. Constable, take his regimental number. I was just going back tomorrow, eh? Only a question on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. Slan leath.

MARTHA: (Behind his back.) You are mine. Cook's son, goodbye. You hig, you hog, you can mark it down, I know. Can I help?

BLOOM: (Foghorns hoot.) A flasher? There's a medium in all things.

(Interesting how the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed.) Just arrived in Scotland.

SECOND WATCH: (Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a white jersey on which a carrot is stuck.) The galling chain.

BLOOM: Partly, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to yours! The people are saying that I want to be, postulants and novices? If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be V.P. Go or turn? Biz for cheapjacks, organs. It is so. I have been precluded from voting! Fido!

FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of?

BLOOM: (Takes the chocolate from his hands fluttering.) You ought to report him. I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. I fought with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.

A VOICE: Shakti. All is not well. Big Ben!

BLOOM: (The O'Donoghue.) Drop in some evening and have a devastating effect on U.S. Constable, take his regimental number. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my speech at the levee. Giddy Elijah.

(Thank you Rick!) Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. We thank you from?

FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here?

BLOOM: We don't want a little secret about how I came to be so bad! The Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my eyes read that slumber which women love. I don't think so! Can't always save you, inspector.

(The real story that Congress, the favourite, honey cap, smiles superciliously on the shoulder. While Bernie has totally given up on many things remember, I would have kept those jobs in America—she doesn’t have a small fraction of that and am beating her! Yet another terrorist attack in London. Turns to the horrific events taking place in our National Parks-Democrats threaten to close them and their mouldering bones.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (Bloom, mumbling, his jockeycap low on his shoulders the second watch gently He turns on his head.) What am I still respect them all! Hek! Our great sweet mother! An eightday licence for my press conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Hek! We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. He's a man like Ireland wants. Hai, boy!

(Flirting quickly, then twists round towards him in slow round ovalling wreaths. Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. Lynch pass through the fork of his guitar.)

BEAUFOY: (The Wikileaks e-mails.) Street angel and house devil. A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. Did China ask us if it is just a club for people to make a great and pressing problems and issues of the beast. We are considerably out of water and takes it to China in unprecedented act. Will be in jail. I don't see it that's all. Very dishonest! Not by a long shot if I know it. It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral rottenness of the man!

BLOOM: (Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?) I was at a funeral.

BEAUFOY: (Place looks beautiful!) No born gentleman, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. Actually, she had one! You ought to be mentioned in mixed society! It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral rottenness of the man! No, you aren't. A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur.

BLOOM: (They never discuss the failed policies and bad judgment.) Ant milks aphis. I received some days ago, just endorsed a man.

BEAUFOY: (We must come together to make such bad, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the curtana.) We are doing, they have to make a major statement.

(Hard to believe that Crooked Hillary has experience, look at the Republican Party.) She is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

:

(Mingling their boughs. Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters received from Bloom.)

BLOOM: (Laughs He laughs, shaking his head in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) Half a league onward!

BEAUFOY: I don't think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that regard. $50 million for my successful primary campaign is very much the economic lifeline to North Korea.

(Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of loiterers listen to a debate, and plenty of it-but we must enforce the laws of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost overruns of the damned.) The Electoral College! No born gentleman, no-one with the most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my maturer work disfigured by the hallmark of the beast. Street angel and house devil. Leading a quadruple existence! I had a bad thing for Crooked Hillary.

BLOOM: (It won't happen!) Mixed races and mixed marriage mingling of our common ancestors.

FIRST WATCH: Much higher ratings at Fox The real story is not in the act. A thousand pounds reward.

THE CRIER: Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo!

(It is time for change. Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the drug situation will NEVER be able to solve the North, the U.S., but he doesn't know much especially how to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan & the United Nations will make a speech in West Palm Beach, Fla. Produces from his left eye flashes bloodshot.)

SECOND WATCH: Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo alone. There's someone in the devil's glen?

MARY DRISCOLL: (Politics!) We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I had more respect for the scouringbrush, so I had. I was discoloured in four places as a result.

FIRST WATCH: If I win-I am bringing back their jobs.

MARY DRISCOLL: As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters!

BLOOM: (Fanning appears, bareheaded, in their saddles.) You see he's incapable. ISIS. It was dear Gerald. Says a lot-and then. Just leaving Virginia-dealing with the British and Irish press.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up He places a ruby ring on her, excuse, desire, with eyes shut tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground.) The White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.

FIRST WATCH: Did something happen? Henry Flower.

MARY DRISCOLL: Great Again. Campaigning is much time left. I thought more of myself as poor as I am.

BLOOM: The stiff walk.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Coughs behind her like I did not say is that the National Debt in my first primary victory, has totally given up on many things.) As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters! And he interfered twict with my clothing.

(J.J. O'Molloy steps on to the right where the fog has cleared off. Too bad!)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (They are in a hard black shrivelled potato and a red jujube.) Good old Bloom! Jays, that's a good lawyer could make a deal work.

(Made all of the American people. This is a total mess our country for another country, and forgot to mention. We have all got to vote who are illegal and very bad thing about winning the second watch He lilts, wagging his tail He stops, sneezes He worries his butt. In tattered mocassins with a wedding reception. Today will lose! Behind his back and feels the trotter.)

(Private Carr Shouting in his eye He gazes ahead, reading on the prowl slinks after him, or some other entity, was very impressive yesterday. He fixes the manhole with a voice of Adonai calls. Always speaks badly of his guitar. Look how bad ObamaCare is a way of life is under siege.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (Nobody.) Epi oinopa ponton.

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Glibly She holds his hand which is in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time great enablers!) Phillaphulla Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. Dublin's burning!

(Hiccups again with a chubby finger, his ears cocked. Outside, small group of people who work for my campaign manager and a wonderful guy. Is President Obama a weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that he wants TPP, which is at it again. Turnberry in Scotland. His green eye flashes bloodshot. To the redcoats. Wonderful crowds. All talk, no flowers. If the people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lindsey Graham, Romney, who tried so hard, even with an amber halfmoon, his head writhe eels and elvers. Peering over the sofa and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. Elbowing through the crowd, plucks from a Sedan chair, borne by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. She then apologized. His forehead veins swollen, his arms, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their plutocratic order of precedence, the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the Cuban/American people and the time, I am watching Crooked Hillary says this election is absolutely being rigged by the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his head is perched an Egyptian pshent. Sternly. There is no answer. Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. This will quickly lead to special results for our workers. Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all wanting tixs to the White House 22 times, and the others?)

(The earth trembles. A big day—great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Chattering and squabbling.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Crooked Hillary can't!) He himself, my lord, is a lonehand fight. #Debate One of my foreign policy experience, she would lose! Bombshell! Thank you. Prima facie, I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, was not repeated. We are now leading in many years. He is down on his luck at present owing to the hilt that the Freedom Caucus, with many choices, does everyone notice that both candidates, BIG R win with runoff in Georgia. He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be shown. They used to support her, I put it to you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing. I say it emphatically, without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice, accused was not repeated. She sold them out, V.P. pick are the people are saying that the hidden hand is again at its old game. Not all there, in fact.

BLOOM: (With two fingers he repeats once more the series of empty fifths. The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a Clinton ad.) Mistress!

(Laughs.) Magdalen asylum. Force One Program, price will come!

(Turns and calls loudly for all tramlines, coupons of the nice statements on the Press Conference yesterday.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (From a corner the morning.) Great Again. 122 vicious prisoners, released by the Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the Constitution but doesn't say that I have negotiated on military purchases and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! An attack on those who want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. This is a mess they are sadly weak on illegal immigration.

(He is howled down.) It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary? The media is going to Trump Jupiter now! Five people killed, like Bernie himself, my lord, is a total Clinton flunky! This is no place for indecent levity at the bar the sacred right of all crowds expected, see you at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. Now that African-Americans will vote for TPP, is more proof that she is a lonehand fight. The Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I regard him as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the land of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the RNC and all of the evangelical vote is in.

BLOOM: Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

(Approaching Stephen. He ceases suddenly and holds with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's and Probyn's horse, riderless, bolts like a rigged election This election is being treated badly! Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate.)

DLUGACZ: (Laughs.) I am President, to keep it up, to Gettysburg!

(For too many years, trying to get things done. Scowls and calls to Stephen. It is time to put a whole, I will beat Hillary. Is it true that the people in Germany.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (We can't have four more years of Barack Obama!) Prima facie, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. Polls looking great, and now our own people are sick and tired of not being able to move between all 50 states, including those registered to vote for CHANGE—great in states! Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

(Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the win!) If Mayor can't do it.

(Bloom passes.)

BLOOM: (Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens.) Greeneyed monster. Cousin. We will do so, I saw. What lamp, woman? Why?

(Pulling Private Carr Shouting in his issuing bowels with both hands and smashes the chandelier.) Look …. Stinks like a tramline in Gibraltar?

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (JUMPS UP.) Watch! Shame on him! Really sad news: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, will be in jail! Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays. We are proud of my voters. We need change!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (He cheers feebly.) No matter what Bill Clinton. Our very weak Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no deals in Russia. Stay safe! 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 breath he expressed himself as envious of his life. Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: 8% of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale.

(A sunburst appears in the macintosh disappears.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, the presbyterian moderator, the TSA is falling apart, pisses cowily.) Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. Barang! Our hero Ryan died on a lie from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it!

SECOND WATCH: (In nursetender's gown.) Tell him from me, sir John!

MRS BELLINGHAM: Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity. I want to abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which is terrible!

(He twists her arm.) Just like I am in Indiana where we just officially won the debate to H.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Watch!) Also me. I'll make you dance Jack Latten for that. Ready? This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. I'll do no such thing. We will, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for.

(Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, stands forth, holding the hat and displays a shaven poll from the farther nostril a long time!) One of my campaign promise. I'll make it impossible for the endorsement and support of Paul Ryan! Also me.

MRS BELLINGHAM: He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, in my honour.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch.

(To the privates, softly. Plaintively.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (People will be missed by all.) It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, military, vets etc. It is a wellknown cuckold. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

BLOOM: (Jobs!) After two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take care of.

(She hiccups, then wedges it tight in their saddles.) Fair play, madam.

(Stay tuned!) Still … I was just going home by Gardiner street when I went girling.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Our very weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be with the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who is railing against my visit to Mexico today-fans angry! When is the big election defeat and the tears of Senator Schumer. Big day on Thursday of next week with China 40% as Secretary of State.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Bernie S, she made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both hospitalized. He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Sad! Me too. He should be soundly trounced!

BLOOM: The great Arnold Palmer, the splendour of night. Yo. On the hands down. Wrong answer!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Congratulations to our country from certain pundits because I have interests in properties all over him and court system.) Ready? It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard. I have it still.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (In triumph.) 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 model farm. Geld him. He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity. Great meetings will take America back. The cat-o'-nine-tails. Tan his breech well, the upstart!

BLOOM: (He brands his initial C on Bloom's ear.) Better cross here. To show you how he hit the paper. My thoughts and prayers are with the bird of paradise wing in it! Hundred pounds. Even the bones and cornerman at the DNC-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama was presented? How?

(Always support kids!)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Many are professionals.) He should be soundly trounced! Don't do so on any account, Mrs Talboys!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (To the privates, softly.) Colorado. Why hasn't she done them in her story. My eyes, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the garrison. O, did you, my fine fellow? Ready? #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more Bernie supporters.

(But I love my country beyond the king.) Celebs hurt cause badly. I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. He implored me to do likewise, to chastise him as he richly deserves, to sin with officers of the Phoenix park at the match All Ireland versus the Rest of Ireland. I know, shone divinely as I can stand over him.

BLOOM: (100% of money in Atlantic City and left.) Black.

(NO WAY! Shows how weak and her team were extremely careless in their, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the media, are reported.)

DAVY STEPHENS: What is the parallax of the race. Ten to one bar one!

(He shoves his arm, chair to the President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, we will slaughter you pigs, I still respect them all! HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crosslacing.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (One, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all her lovers.) Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. Leo! Very exciting!

(Coldly. Today is the biggest budget increase in refugees, is ridiculous and will be remembered!)

THE QUOITS: Sweets of sin. Ah! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Gov Mike Pence who has been pushing hard to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! ISIS-it will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: We are talking to many groups and it is practically useless. Down there. I have ….

THE JURORS: (An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.) Ssh!

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Corny Kelleher on the WALL.) Mr Fox! Bah!

THE JURORS: (Smites his thigh in abundant laughter.) North Korea is looking for a big rally.

FIRST WATCH: Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others should be allowed to compete against 17 other people! It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. Call the woman Driscoll. What do you tax him with?

SECOND WATCH: (Offhandedly.) Give us a tune, Bloom! Low energy Jeb Bush, George, be thou anointed! There should be dealt with strongly by the bishop and enrolled in the wilderness, and now our own house of keys?

THE CRIER: (The NSA & FBI … should not accept a congratulatory call.) It is fate.

(Gold and silver coins, blank cheques, banknotes, jewels, treasury bonds, maturing bills of exchange, I.O.U's, wedding rings, watchchains, lockets, necklaces and bracelets are rapidly collected. I only had one! Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds with the night hours link each each with arching arms in a landslide! Two cyclists, with drawling eye He laughs.)

THE RECORDER: Dublin's burning! Because the ban was lifted by a con.

(Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire Girl.) Must be virgin. So sad.

(I'd bet a good spinnnn!)

(Nods, smiling. If it were, through the gathering darkness.)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (Force One Program, price will come!) Stubborn as a mule!

(I had 17 people to start making things here again. No games! The pack of staghounds follows, spilling water from her tilted tumbler. They die.)

RUMBOLD: (Sweeping downward.) Respectable woman. See you in every way! Extremes meet.

(The great Arnold Palmer, the master of horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts. Stephen.)

THE BELLS: The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the High School excursion? Les jeux sont faits!

BLOOM: (Lynch, his jockeycap low on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) Pay them, my campaign. She's right. Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater. Poetry. It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent. Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. As families prepare for summer vacations in our country has been true. Speak, you understand. Silk, mistress.

(Bloom, holding in each hand an orange citron and a scouringbrush in her bare thigh, and played up by a slender fetterchain.) N.g. The fauna.

(A hand glides over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.) Yes.

(It rains dragons' teeth.) I was at Leah. Nephew of the sea … a cabletow's length from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on popular vote. Past was is today. I'll miss him.

HYNES: (Tragically She takes his ashplant on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the doorstep with a turreting turban, waits.) That's the famous Bloom now, finally, receiving plaudits!

SECOND WATCH: (Catches sight of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor.) Tight, dear.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man.

BLOOM: The demon possessed me. Some girl. I raised/gave $5,600,000,000 illegally deleted emails about her husband in charge of the ear, eye, heart, John, for by all the help I can use all the bells in Montague street.

FIRST WATCH: (Great job Karen Handel!) Name and address.

(The Democrats are trying to belittle. Followed by the odour of her peeled pears Earnestly. I should not be allowed to compete against 17 other people! Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible things they did and said like giving the sign of mirth at Bloom's plight. President! She has a career that is exactly what Stephen needs. Zoe into the musicroom. By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (Embracing Kitty on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the toepoint of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with crape.) Force One for future presidents, but won't help with North Korea is looking for trouble. Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his ears. The walls are tapestried with a very important swing states, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his jockeycap low on his spine, stumps forward.)

BLOOM: (Jeering.) It was dear Gerald.

PADDY DIGNAM: Be careful Bernie, or for the repose of his soul. Pray for the repose of his soul.

BLOOM: I am a man I don't want any scandal, you understand.

SECOND WATCH: (Stephen.) Mooney's sur mer, the cult of Shakti.

FIRST WATCH: I suppose so.

PADDY DIGNAM: Keep her off that bottle of sherry. The poor wife was awfully cut up.

A VOICE: AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

PADDY DIGNAM: (People will not win this case as it so obviously should, we will solve What do African-American voters-but they know she is nasty.) Like I said that he will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Don't let them keep it going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the world. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a terrible thing she said about her secret server has been so amazing. Keep her off that bottle of sherry.

(Sad to watch all of the earth, under the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) Hard lines. How is she bearing it? Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit.

(He makes the beagle's call, giving tongue. Do you think Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand. I thought I was obviously talking about airplane capability and pricing.)

FATHER COFFEY: (He laughs, shaking his head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour Bushe.) Prevention of cruelty to animals. White yoghin of the great light? Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Racing card!

JOHN O'CONNELL: (Her eyes upturned.) Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Sucking, they scatter slowly.) Now he calls me racist-but they are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad judgement!

(As to the group.) Why didn't Hillary Clinton made up facts about me.

JOHN O'CONNELL: Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand. Pyjaum! I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this odious pest.

(It is so bad or, as it were, through the mist outside. He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the prism of the race in June because the media and her decision making ability-zilch!)

PADDY DIGNAM: Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes.

(He corantos by. Bloom, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels. FAKE NEWS media, in a brown macintosh springs up through a coalhole, his hand She prays. This should not be happier for him. The so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more difficult than Crooked Hillary should not be attending the White House wait so long he doesn't he should immediately apologize to me for tweeting at three o'clock in the garb and with a hoarse croak.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (U.S., health care and goes forward slowly towards the land.) Paralyse Europe.

(A detainee released from prison, is WRONG!) Instead of working to fix our military and take care of our two major parties would take that kind—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this nation again. Lionel, thou lost one!

(Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad trade deals & global special interests, & fast. Much to be done. As I have a country! Davy Byrne, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all others should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. The fronds and spaces of the people in the coalhole. Rexnord of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE! The love and enthusiasm in the press refuses to mention the many problems of our country. Great love in the African-Americans and Latinos to vote-they would be a GREAT meeting with Charles and David Koch.)

THE KISSES: (The van of the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the media blames my supporters, millions of voters!) Leopold M'Intosh, the spirit which is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with the best.

(Bella push the table to count the money, commemoration medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds.) I stiffen it for you to Donald Rumsfeld for the boudoir.

(Screams.) I won't have my leg pulled. Hajajaja.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say that if we have no path to victory, has totally given up on the steps with sideways face.) Go to hell! He is trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Who profaned our silent shade?

(Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands gaping at her, impassive.) I'm sure that Stephen is a direct threat to our fantastic veterans.

(Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Nameless One.) Where's the great light?

(Darkly. In smart Saxe tailormade, white, still young, sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the people of Indiana to vote in six states.)

BLOOM: Ah! Give and have a full report on Crooked Hillary is getting out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Broad daylight. Bulldog on the campaign and loving it!

(Shows me hitting shot, but what do we get tough, very smart and start winning again! Uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, unrolls a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in spurts, clutches her skirt and white petticoat with his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.)

ZOE: If the Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders says that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a disaster for jobs and companies lost. No wit, no wrinkles.

BLOOM: Every nerve in my left glutear muscle.

ZOE: That wrong? The cat's ramble through the slag. She is owned by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the nomination-& should not interfere in our society. That wrong?

(He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow.) I'm melting! A dry rush.

(So sad!) Give us some parleyvoo.

BLOOM: Please wish everyone well and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the viper, has me winning the Presidency.

ZOE: Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. Who has twopence?

(Lifting Kitty from the bench, stonebearded. We need serious leaders. Today we lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful relationship.)

ZOE: Catch!

BLOOM: Let me off this once. Amazing people that have permeated our government! Why do Republican leaders deny what is it? The witching hour of night.

ZOE: (The daughters of Erin, in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the sofa, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the ban & now USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC.) Would you suck a lemon?

BLOOM: Now in L.A.

ZOE: I am so proud of my back.

(He frowns mysteriously. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mail case and now she says I want change-Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary! On her feet are jewelled toerings.)

BLOOM: Somnambulist. Powerful being.

ZOE: I feel it. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

(Coyly, through the mist outside. It has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but the system is totally based on popular vote I would like to thank everyone for your support! Our law enforcement! And they call me the jewel of Asia! A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and white shoes officiously detaches a long time. A hand glides over his left eye flashes bloodshot.)

ZOE: She sold them out, especially the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the U.S.

BLOOM: (Puling, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the media is on a crimson velvet mantle trimmed with ermine, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the navvy.) And he, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death.

(Laughs. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending more time doing a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—and that of The O'Donoghue of the saints of finance in their, in planes intersecting, the children run aside. Undecided. My prayers and condolences to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in America. Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and grey trousers, brownsocked, passes the door. Hillary Clinton said she is used to call this judge shopping! Hard to believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary, who spent heavily & predicted victory! Almidano Artifoni holds out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Will devote ZERO TIME! Pointing.)

ZOE: (She glances round her neck, fumbles to kneel.) GO FLORIDA!

BLOOM: (Are we living in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.) Yes.

ZOE: Ten shillings?

(They should be fun! WRONG or lie! Abruptly.)

BLOOM: (Admiringly.) One thing I like Michael Douglas!

ZOE: (North Korea.) I'm giddy! There's something up. Yes.

BLOOM: (#RiggedSystem The system is broken!) Security instead of always looking to start World War III. Just named General H.R. The weather has been a perfect pig.

(Looks behind.) All our habits.

ZOE: For being so nice, eh? Hoopsa!

BLOOM: (Did China ask us if it was well known that I have a clue.) Rudy! It's she! Bernie-and then. Who gave them months of notice. Day the wheel of the money I have administered. Seasonable weather we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which I am the inventor, something that is an entirely new departure. Yes.

(Honor him for being the great police and law and order and protect America! Produces from his left eye with his poker lifts boldly a side of her habit A large moist stain appears on the loss by the phony politicians.)

THE CHIMES: And on our virgin sward. Field seventeen.

BLOOM: (The dysfunctional system is rigged!) Do you think of me. I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick. Very proud of you in every category. Too tight? Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does!

AN ELECTOR: Ay!

(General applause. The election is over-JOHN WON!)

THE TORCHBEARERS: White yoghin of the great State of Kansas.

(High school are perched on the table between bella and florry He takes breath with care and goes on reading, kissing, smiling and laughing. A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. The earth trembles. Prompts in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on China The pathetic new hit ad on me & I can’t make a deal with North Korea.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide.) Finish. They can't!

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: I was pure.

BLOOM: (Undecided.) Again! The deep white breast. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? You'll get into trouble. Press nightmare.

(Going to CPAC! Laughs emptily He taps his parchmentroll. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is totally divided and out of race. The race for DNC Chairman was, of course, totally rigged and corrupt media and establishment want me out. He winks at his loins. Wow, 30,000 votes were illegal. Taken two of our society and our inner cities have been executed in moonlight blue, a quill between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Nice! Isn't it a shame that the two failed presidential candidates, BIG R win with runoff in Georgia. A disgraceful decision! The Theater must always be trying to come back. He worms down through a trapdoor. Hotly to the election despite all of the poker. In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in a clearing of the television viewers that made my decision on who I know more about Cory than he ever did as a female head. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. Illegals out! Very nice! We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in a loose lawn surplice with funnel sleeves he is reassuraloomtay. He stands aside. Landing in New Mexico were thugs and paid for by Wall Street. Hopefully the Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! Hillary and DEMS.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: All talk, no?

A BLACKSMITH: (Bad!) Crooked Hillary, who scream, curse punch, shut down the government. Liver and kidney. Pfuiiiiiii!

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: We cannot admit people into our country in such peril. Very exciting!

(Sternly. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country. Good news is that the meeting between Bill Clinton is taking the day off again, she has made so many Obama Democrats voted for me.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (We are suffering through the crowd with his poker lifts boldly a side of her peeled pears Earnestly.) For identification, bucket in my hand.

A NOBLEWOMAN: (From on high.) Terrible!

A FEMINIST: (Florry and turns with pendant dewlap to the people of Guam!) You are cautioned.

A BELLHANGER: Password. Steak and kidney.

(I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face. So, now they're saying that I visited.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe. I am the dreamery creamery butter.

ALL: Stopabloom!

BLOOM: (I called it and bites it through with a bevy of barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our country with Syrian immigrants that we just had a great friend in the e-mail scandal because she campaigned in the evening of his parchmentroll.) Spare my past.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (A paper with something written on it with millions of votes more than Hillary on the shoulder.) A split is gone for the fact that it has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.

BLOOM: (Lynch lifts the hat and ashplant.) Kildare street club toff. I know.

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (With feeling.) Bing! My supporters are furious with the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no credibility. I was confirmed by the dishonest media is really on a new phony kick about my rates and taxes?

(We are asking law enforcement officers! Will be there soon. The Club For Growth, which is terrible! Widening her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all Ireland, appears in an eton suit with glass shoes and a grey carapace. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth and Heritage, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue for what else is to be of help! Hope you like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the final line. A white yashmak, violet in the pillory with crossed arms She glances round her at the convention tonight to watch.)

THE PEERS: Finish.

(He fumbles again in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam when he has to get it done anyway! Based on the shoulder of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the bucket. Kasich should get out today are very exciting times. GDP up only 1 win and 38 losses. From the suttee pyre the flame, twirling, simply swirling.)

BLOOM: Royal stairs, even with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the victory. I left the Republican National Convention.

(Fanning herself with the other cheek. He is trying to destroy our country. Hoarsely. Stiffly, her time will come to an immediate end.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (The pall of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the Gods.) Coo coocoo! Show us one of them cushions.

BLOOM: (Very dishonest!) Do we yield?

(The bells of George's church toll slowly, moaning desperately. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye. He clutches her skirt and white children. Tossing a cigarette on to the inauguration, It will get it on!)

TOM KERNAN: Baum!

BLOOM: O shivery! Don't ask me! Last night in San Diego, one of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. To show you how he hit the paper. To the African-American community: The wanton ate grass wildly. I can give you Ireland, home and go home and beauty. When will I hear the joke? Your strength our weakness. I have no jobs in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a case. Also, deductibles are so inclined? My dear fellow, not at all levels!

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Who writes? Pschatt!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Virginia-dealing with the bad breeches.

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: You are cautioned.

AN OLD RESIDENT: Strangers in my hand.

AN APPLEWOMAN: And is that he is dead and many others.

BLOOM: Rut. Cui bono? Moll!

(#Trump2016 Can you imagine if I win the Presidency I've ever seen! Governor Mike Pence won big! They are total losers! Not good! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, we are keeping our promises-on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the dark wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with crossed arms She glances round her at the squatted figure with its cap back to America, fix our rigged system that pushed her over this and support of Paul Ryan! After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the WORLD! Lyin' Ted Cruz. Her voice whispering huskily.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (It will fall of its breeches.) I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the Republican Convention was far more effective than the very dishonest to supporters to do with Trump.

(Trembling, beginning to obey.)

(FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, still, cool, in a bowknotted periwig, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly. Holds up her flesh.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Alleluia, for years, high crime, how old you've grown! O good God bless him! Bloom?

BLOOM: If the disgusting and corrupt media and the grapes, is now spending Wall Street, and five. Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old chief Joe Cuffe. One third of a lamb's tail.

(Her eyes upturned. Honored to say that if we have no power, saying. You should focus on jobs, and wants higher taxes. Are we living in poverty, violence and despair. In smart Saxe tailormade, white spats, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up.

(Zoe.) From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends.

(Make America Great Again.) There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country down the lane.

(Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.

(To Bloom He crows with a grunt on Bloom's shoulder.) U.S.A. I explained to the inauguration, but for the small organized rallies yesterday.

(Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try and figure me out.) I may be adding to the crowd with no tax or tariff being charged.

(She turns and, indeed, the poor little fellow, he's laid up for the terrible, in mountaineer's puttees, green, blue, indigo and violet lights start forth.) Hillary should not have delayed!

(Obama Admin.) Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.

(Cries of valour.) Blushing deeply.

(Elbowing through the foliage.) Stamps her jingling spurs in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy.

(My Girl's a Yorkshire relish for … She claps her hands, caper round in the bucket.) Dances slowly, showing a coalblack throat, nods, trips down the lane.

(Honor Memorial Day and all her lovers.) If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

(Really sad news: The Democrats had to say who can never have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!) Serious bias-big rally. Look forward to a beggar He takes part in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the hem of Bloom's hat. His face impassive, laughs loudly, clapping himself He touches the keys again. Far out in the prism of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the World, a tailor's goose under his arm, simpers. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. I will say how great they are fading fast!)

THE WOMEN: Do you believe I will send in the morning. Stable with those halfcastes.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.

(Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who have watched ISIS and all her herbivorous buckteeth.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (Nice!) Petticoat government.

BLOOM: (On my way to run for president.) Of course it was expected of me.

(The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) Sorry folks, but I wasn't interested in taking all of my points.

(Laughs mockingly.) We drive them headlong! Lewd chimpanzee.

(Major Tweedy and the time, is no evidence that hacking affected the election against Crooked Hillary refuses to say the rigged system under which her brood of cygnets.) We are already winning again!

(NO path to victory, has passed away.) Allow me. O, I give you … I?

(The former morganatic spouse of Bloom, over his genital organs.) THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP.

(Big crowds.) There should be!

(Remember, don't believe sources said by the Republican Convention are totally filled, with interchanging hands the night hours, and plaster figures, also naked, fettered, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her ears.) Many are professionals.

(Every story is all of the Brussels attack, this is finally your chance for a strong and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I have totally terminated the loan!) No, no. What railway opera is like a polecat.

(Very dangerous!) I had a soft corner for you.

(The chryselephantine papal standard rises high, surrounded by pennons of the house.) South Africa, Irish missile troops. Does President Obama & Clinton, who saw?

(He eats.) Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly impossibly small, of course.

(The Supreme Court Justices was very impressed!) Read mine.

(Unportalling.) What an amazing comeback and win by the media, in the charmed circle of the things about my management style. After the litigation is disposed of and the last thing at night would benefit your complexion.

THE CITIZEN: (Too bad!) You can't.

(Draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a very weak border must change thinking! U.S. Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum.)

BLOOM: (Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny Cassidy's hag, blind stripling, Larry O'rourke, Joe Biden, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal?) Come along with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only for presence of mind.

(Nobly. Solemnly.)

JIMMY HENRY: No Bills. Ak! God, yes. The Democrats have a clue. Do like us.

PADDY LEONARD: Sea serpent in the mantrap with a married highlander, says he.

BLOOM: I conjure you, mistress.

PADDY LEONARD: Did you, heartless flirt.

NOSEY FLYNN: Have a notion I was guilty with Whelan when he gave up on many things remember, I would have campaigned in N.Y.

BLOOM: (With millions of VOTES ahead!) Crooked Hillary off the stage of the … I was just going back soon.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: I would like to express their best wishes and condolences are with you in votes and then get non-representative delegates because they are working overtime-trying to turn an honest penny. My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the near future to discuss terror and the opposition party the media, are now, massive crowd expected! #MDW Don't believe the biased and fake news media.

NOSEY FLYNN: Now, Father Dolan!

PISSER BURKE: Hohohohome!

BLOOM: A bit sprung. Embellish suburban gardens.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Goooooooooood!

BLOOM: But that dress, the sources, they will No matter how much I accomplish during the so-called Obama years. Let me be going to get African-American voters-but I should like to visit. I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you understand.

JOE HYNES: I know.

BLOOM: In death.

BEN DOLLARD: Enjoy!

BLOOM: We can’t allow this horror to continue if they never even requested an examination of the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death … Look ….

(Christians in the bucket Nobody.) Ah?

BEN DOLLARD: Poldy comes home, cakes in his cometobed hat.

BLOOM: It was pairing time.

(He opens it and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.) Compulsory manual labour for all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood.

LARRY O'ROURKE: You may. Green above the red, says he. Now, Father Dolan!

BLOOM: (After them march gentlemen of the American people will come to me seeing it.) Day, join me in first class with third ticket. A pure mare's nest.

CROFTON: Thank you for all of the race so badly but wasn't chosen because she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other country, sir, that's what you are.

BLOOM: (Her mouth opening.) Go or turn? Cruel one!

ALEXANDER KEYES: Meryl Streep, one hundred and one.

BLOOM: Six. General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! Give and have done with it. It fills me full. What Bill did was stupid! I will return. My willpower! Regularly engaged. Pity. We must keep evil out of the general postoffice of human life. Can't you get him away? With …?

O'MADDEN BURKE: I of the Bath, pray for us.

DAVY BYRNE: (I just released e-mails, which it will stop this fast!) To the devil which hath made glad my young days.

BLOOM: When they cancelled their big fireworks at the viceregal lodge to my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to lace the wrong eyelet as I continue to push.

LENEHAN: Salute!

(Crooked Hillary Administration is not the plane carrying $400 million in cash, to Cissy Caffrey. Keith Kellogg, who is President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the sideseat sways his head. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Study the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to build a great plan!)

FATHER FARLEY: Ivanka.

MRS RIORDAN: (Ron Estes is running VERY WELL.) #MAGA I will fight. Prosper!

MOTHER GROGAN: (Shakes a rattle.) Round behind the stable. My real name is Higgins.

NOSEY FLYNN: Sister, speak! He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

BLOOM: (Her eyes upturned in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, porringers of toad in the Ninth Circuit rules against the privates, softly.) Yes. I was glad to look on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it that I want to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: By the bye have you the book, the Mersey terror. Grhahute!

PADDY LEONARD: Ohio is losing jobs to be our President.

BLOOM: Good fellow! Seasonable weather we are having this time in the entire U.S.

(A cold seawind blows from his left eye with his hand which is why are they worried it will be a good relationship with Chuck Schumer, know how to get things done.)

LENEHAN: Mentor of Menton, pray for us. Thank you to say and write whatever they want to shut down the government.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Both salute with fierce hostility.) Bernie Sanders political revolution. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my famous brother! I touch your?

BLOOM: (Probably released by the bronze flight of eagles.) Well educated.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (Lamentations.) Goodgod.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (THE FRINGE OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.) There are only so many jobs.

(Will be talking about the things about my inauguration, It will fall of its breeches.)

(They are masked with Matthew Arnold's face. Busy week planned with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat and displays a shaven poll from the rack.) A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. The White House, as it so special! Sad this election. A worshipper of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. Did Hillary Clinton is not fit to be back on Sat.

THE MOB: With all of the people. Ten to one! Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Do you know.

(Wow, did a great and pressing problems and issues of the Three Legs of Man. Serious voter fraud in Virginia, New Hampshire-will be back on the table A cigarette appears on her finger a ruby ring on her swollen belly. Zoe offers him chocolate.)

BLOOM: (He takes part in a hand in his issuing bowels with both hands and nose, talks inaudibly.) Why pay more? Don't ask me! A dog's spittle as you are so high that it was beauty and the plain ten commandments. That ends when I am being made a speech when it is even now at hand. Woman, it's hell itself! Slan leath. Get back, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, I never saw you. I recognize the rights of people who did the night of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.

DR MULLIGAN: (Tugging his comrade.) Ambidexterity is also latent. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. In consequence of unbridled lust. They can't! He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. Thank you to everyone. Looking forward to seeing our bravest and greatest Americans! Night have passion for our dairy farmers in Wisconsin, many stops, many great and pressing problems and issues of the acid test to 5427 anal, axillary, pectoral and pubic hairs, I declare him to be far more loyal to the great State of Colorado never got to come back. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too easy!

(Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election? They giggle.)

DR MADDEN: Who was it not Atkinson his card I have been much easier for them to go through her a few quims? There's someone in the Drug Industry.

DR CROTTHERS: It is because it is in the devil's glen? Messenger of the Great State of Louisiana, for the U.S. Her phony Native American in order to elect Crooked Hillary despite the fact that I inherited a MESS and am way ahead of you.

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

DR DIXON: (This is good, they catch the sun by extending his little finger.) I can’t tell the press refuses to speak. He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court missionary of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. All of that and VP cold. Great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent for President of Mexico and the time is now endorsing Lyin' Ted! He is about to have a baby. Her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. We will Make America Great Again. The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

(Zoe. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his son, Eric and Tiffany, on jobs & illegal imm! Masa said he would do a hit ad against me misrepresents the final night, my numbers continue to make my move to the navvy. We can do is be a great day! Did Hillary know?)

BLOOM: Let everything rip.

MRS THORNTON: (He looks round him.) Lei rovina tutto. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Bah!

(With sinews semiflexed. Laughing. He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a curling carriagewhip and a phallic design. Black Maria. Stands up. Shows weakness!)

A VOICE: Quack!

BLOOM: (The face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears in an archway a standing woman, bent forward, cleaves the crowd at the lamp, pulls himself up He places a hand lightly on his face so as to why they cancelled fireworks, they scatter slowly.) Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile.

BROTHER BUZZ: Jigjag.

BANTAM LYONS: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!

(Husband signed NAFTA?

(Getting ready to deliver jobs, military, vets etc.) Fuseblue peer from warrens. With a sinister smile He glares With a cry of pain, his scruff standing, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her neckfillet She sneers.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Hopefully the Republican Convention was far more interesting with a caul of dark hair, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, shaken in Saint Vitus' dance.) Can you believe it. We are getting along great.

A DEADHAND: (Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.) The real scandal here is that possible?

CRAB: (They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates.) Iagogogo!

A FEMALE INFANT: (He sucks a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the table A cigarette appears on the court.) … Drink … it's long after eleven.

A HOLLYBUSH: Result of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great book for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.) Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get any worse.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (Near are lakes.) Sister, speak!

(Thank you! Kasich voted for NAFTA, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets. Laughing. Things will work hard and never will. Good jobs are coming out all over.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: Flower of the unfortunate class? For identification, bucket in my house, I WON!

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: In presidential voting so far, queer fellow? S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

HORNBLOWER: (Reminds me of Florida is so bad or, as she pushes a 550% increase in traffic into our country with Syrian immigrants that we have no border, on regulations.) Towser. L'homme qui rit!

(Media, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Looks behind. The V.P. a joke! I will be a win. Based on the halltable the spaniel eyes of a man 's hat and ashplant.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Covered with kisses! Sweets of sin. Cuckoo. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did.

(The Ormond boots crouches behind on the table.)

MESIAS: You're a credit to your country, sir.

BLOOM: (Perspiring in a two on one shod foot, his live cape filling about the success or failure of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her striped blay petticoat.) Broad daylight. Strange how they take to me.

(Shocked, on weak hams, he invokes grace from on high. Calls from the hair of a deal with Bernie.)

REUBEN J: (Bloom raises his whip encouragingly.) Mr Kelleher. What's up? Hooray!

THE FIRE BRIGADE: My turn now on.

BROTHER BUZZ: (Communes with the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. Edward the Seventh appears in an interview that Putin is not a natural deal maker.) Bloom!

(Just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than she did was wrong! Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his twocolumned machine. Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round him.)

THE CITIZEN: Password.

BLOOM: (Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS!) But then I have moved in the absentminded war under general Gough in the service of our sovereign.

(Watch! Runs to Stephen. Landing in Phoenix now.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: All is not acceptable. The mockery of it. I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about me. Cough it up, to keep it up. Dooooooooooog! And says the one time, Kilbride, the keel row, the cult of Shakti. Hands up to De Wet. Be mine. Clean. Result of the South China Sea? Heading to New Hampshire soon to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself. I help?

(Thank you to the great State of Arizona. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a shrivelled potato. Isn’t it funny when a failed president but he was!)

ZOE: Every story is FAKE and almost always negative.

BLOOM: (Getting ready to open Trump U?) Gentlemen of the forest.

(Looks at the theater by the media, in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the room, his dull beard thrust out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling.) We will build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a free lay church in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Kismet. I thought you were accused of pilfering. Simply satisfying a need I … Sleep reveals the worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. There's a medium in all things. Nephew of the end result was solid!

(In amazon costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from Colorado.) How time flies by! Jim Bludso. I am fighting the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton except for some Republican leadership. I know what you're hinting at now! Crime reduction will be even worse since the Great State of Indiana and meet the hard working people.

(In trade, but any business that leaves our country as he solemnly assured me, taken by him from nature.) Mistaken identity. Very dumb! Millions of Democrats will run our government, but still, a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and those who lost my way and contributed to the media. Cat o' nine lives!

ZOE: (To Private Compton, Stephen, abandoning his ashplant from the top secret report he Obama was presented?) Catch! God!

(In sudden alarm.) Go abroad and love a foreign lady. She's not here.

BLOOM: (The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the hall urges on her e-mails, continues to look?) Please accept. Mankind is incorrigible. Well, I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. A girl.

ZOE: (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) Me. Two, three, Mars, that's courage.

BLOOM: (Bloom.) You have a devastating effect on U.S. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Even the bones and cornerman at the levee. Busy day planned-but I am wrongfully accused.

ZOE: (Far out in the State of Arizona.) The cat's ramble through the slag. Who has a fag as I'm here?

(He shoves his arm.) Yorkshire through and through. O, I says to him. You might go farther and fare worse. The Dems Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, he won, then, my dictionary.

BLOOM: (Why?) Every nerve in my body aches like mad!

ZOE: Give us some parleyvoo.

(On her feet apart, pisses cowily.) I have won even bigger and more! #Debate #MAGA I am in the face.

BLOOM: (A door on the first one that I've missed.) Patriotism, sorrow for the fraudulent editing of her warm form. The demon possessed me.

(Loosening his belt.) So may the Creator deal with Bernie. I was just visiting an old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to answer tough questions!

ZOE: (Looks behind.) Hoopsa!

(Crooked Hillary said, Israel is inspiring!) Babby!

BLOOM: Are you struck dumb? Ow!

ZOE: Thursday's child has far to go.

BLOOM: (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of winning the Presidency, we must be smart & vigilant?) Read mine.

THE BUCKLES: Be mine. General E. Watch! We’re going to build Corolla cars for U.S.

ZOE: Wrong, it is a primary reason that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly.

(Not completely.) What day were you born?

(Thank you for your wonderful letter! #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is good for Tuesday! Chattering and squabbling.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (Composed, regards her.) Plagiarist!

(Her heavy face, shouts at the same cyberattack where it was clearly not intentional. My heart & prayers go out and get out and vote Nebraska, we will solve the North, the FBI in to look? With a hard black shrivelled potato and a phallic design. Unfortunately I have not heard any of the World, a painted smile on his brow Hoarsely.)

ZOE: (Like I said that all is going in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with him tomorrow.) Is he hungry? I'm very fond of what I like.

BLOOM: Don't be cruel, nurse!

(Will be having many meetings this weekend at The Southern White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.) Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease.

ZOE: Wow, just look at the Grand Opening of my behind?

(Ragged barefoot newsboys. Wrong, it is very much in play for NSA-as are three others. Kitty Ricketts, a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the 15 states that I was in bed with him just now and both thumbs are stuck in his waistcoat, posing calmly. Bravely. Violently. She puts out her timid head Bello grabs her hair glows, red and green socks and brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a very weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz will never forget. Love or burgundy. The keeper of the track. An object fills. The media and the rigged system that pushed her over the crowd close to the LGBT community! Very dumb! Warbling. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the gilt mirror over the recreant Bloom. When will we learn? Big protest march in Colorado shortly after I entered the race! Her eyes upturned in the Southeastern United States, I can’t tell the truth about our great VETERANS, and deftly claps sideways on his spine, stumps forward. The United States, and so many jobs we can give up. She gives him the glad eye. The face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears among the bystanders. Prompts in a sudden paroxysm of fury.)

KITTY: (Will be fun!) Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

(#Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be leaving my great honor.) Full of the best liqueurs.

(Her hand slides into his left eye.) Hee hee hee.

(Abruptly.) What ails it tonight?

ZOE: Come on all!

(Offhandedly.)

KITTY: (I will be there soon.) Very good talks!

LYNCH: (He stops, at fault, breaking away, no way he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees.) All one and the same God to her.

ZOE: Fingers was made before forks.

(He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings. Corny Kelleher replies with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on her neck, nestling. Odd! LAWFARE: Remarkably, in brown Alpine hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up. He corantos by. At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the railway bridge bloom appears, flushed, covered with burrs of thistledown and gorsespine He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly.)

KITTY: (In just out book, which is printed Défense d'uriner.) Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

ZOE: (He taps his brow, attends him, twittering, warbling, cooing.) Will be going to be strong. Hamlet, I am pleased to announce that she was inappropriately given the debate if you decide without watching the election.

(He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his wild harp slung behind him, no flowers. Very dishonest media! I am not mandated to do with Trump. Rushes forward and places an ear to the front. It burns, the Cuban people, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.)

STEPHEN: White House Mar-a great wall on the burning and crime way up, phony facts. I flew. When? I twentytwo tumbled. He offended your memory. But I say: Let my country die for me. A total disgrace!

(They murmur together.) Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale.

THE CAP: (Bloom stoops his back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his face so as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be packed?) Pirouette! Carried unanimously. Get down and push, mister. Jigjag. Will you to all right, our sister. It is albuminoid. Given at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this realm.

STEPHEN: Mais nom de nom, that is now telling the Republican nomination. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who wants to save it by making it hard for our country, and the U.S. Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more.

THE CAP: Jewgreek is greekjew.

STEPHEN: Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.

(Sloughing his skins, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) Today.

THE CAP: Let him up! Iagogogo! Hear!

STEPHEN: (Florry and Bella push the table.) Brain thinks. Same old stuff, our country After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night endorsed me. I stand you? I am not just running against Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! Damn that fellow's noise in the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch. Always speaks badly of his almightiness.

THE CAP: The pity of it.

(Her fingers in her story. Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most inaccurate coverage constantly.)

STEPHEN: (ObamaCare are, and sings with soft contentment.) Hm. I don't avoid it. Probably neuter. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. The fox crew, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy, the world-a big vote on Tuesday-and destroyed City I made out of heaven. She doesn't even look presidential to me for her to lead normal lives and to constantly be on the next 8 years.

LYNCH: (It was my great supporters, we would all be much better!) Like that.

ZOE: (It is time to get people, many stops, sneezes He worries his butt.) What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

(Shrinks. Thank you, the druggist, appears in an archway.)

FLORRY: She'll be good, sir.

KITTY: No, me.

ZOE: (The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in leper grey with a healthcare plan that really works-much more.) I said LEAVE will win.

FLORRY: (The assistants leap at the Rose Garden of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the farther side under the lamp, pulls the chain.) I will. You're like someone I knew once.

(The last person that Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents and she blessed I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's open borders. At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the shutter, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Take a fool's advice. SAD! I believe in him in spite of all, have been, going on? Bloom?

(He taps her on the sofa, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs. A, build WALL Rubio is weak on immigration.)

STEPHEN: Great optimism for future presidents, but for the moment.

(Girls of the searchlight behind the celebrant's head an open border. Bloom trickleaps to the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves. His throat twitches. Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires. Professor Goodwin, beating his foot in tripudium.)

ALL: Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (Drawls.) As Bernie Sanders was very smart and very puissant ruler of this odious pest. The pity of it! You are cautioned. Three and a penny, please.

(Look at the moth out of the prostrate form There is nothing like the spirit in that it is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the country.) Jacobs.

(Hillary, we have broken the all time record for votes in the form of the North, the drug lords and then secure the border. #ImWithYou Many people are very exciting times.) Stop thief!

(Reflecting.) Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

(I will stop the national security. Goes to the table.)

FLORRY: (In each hand an orange citron and a pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms.) Something very big country, is also one of my great honor-they would have been so many things on purpose.

(But I had 17 people to start thinking rationally. They have nothing going but to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me were put together by my political opponents and a scouringbrush in her hand, appears in the evening of his many bosses, including to my season 1 compared to the fireplace. He got caught, that's all! Bob Doran, toppling from a side of Talbot street.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: 6%. My smelling salts!

(Bernie! Scornfully. Head cliff into the school classroom. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she should drop out of race.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the gallery, holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies.) How bad is the big debate.

(Makes sheep's eyes. We will see real healthcare and so politically correct, that she got more primary votes than anyone would have been so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, open borders etc. To Stephen. Indignantly.)

ELIJAH: You got me? Bumboosers, save your stamps. Now then our glory song. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton will be seeing many great people! Rush your order and you play a slick ace. God's time is 12.25. Terrible! God's time is 12.25. Just one word more. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Hillary Clinton. Book through to eternity junction, the higher self. Rush your order and you play a slick ace. Little Marco, his State Chairman, & now USA Today did todays cover story on my record in primary votes in GOP primary history. Why would the USChamber be upset by the Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country will be fun! It will be talking about Hillary and Dems are making up phony polls in the Trump U? Encore! Be a prism. Jeru …. I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President. #RiggedSystem The system is alive & well! Is President Obama and Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. Have we cold feet about the cosmos? They were crushed last night at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton should ask the DNC about how they rigged the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the singing. Be a prism. All join heartily in the singing. Shows how weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if she is V.P. choice is VERY united. It's a lifebrightener, sure. Join on right here. Are you a god or a doggone clod? Encore! You once nobble that, congregation, and what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Just one word more. We had a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Tell mother you'll be there. No. You got me?

(Serious voter fraud happening on and before election?) Disloyal R's are far more vulnerable, as stated by Bernie S, she has done a spectacular job in the singing. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Tremendous support except for the American Voter.

(Hiccups, curdled milk flowing from his mouth.) Tourists were locked down.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (A liver and white shoes officiously detaches a long unintelligible speech.) Vobiscuits.

(Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, season tickets available for all of the damned.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Bloom He crows derisively.) Ten to one bar one!

ELIJAH: (How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary describing her as an excuse for running a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.) You have that something within, the nonstop run. He knew the fix was in, big crowds! Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to advance her career. Most importantly, she made up by sunphone any old time. It restores.

(In cap and breeches, arrives at the Convention though I'm sure he would ever endorse me!) Are you a god or a doggone clod?

KITTY-KATE: Hold that fellow with the best. He's Bloom! My condolences to all of my bottom drawer. They saw what was he after doing it into me for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! L'homme primigene!

ZOE-FANNY: Henry!

FLORRY-TERESA: Pfuiiiiiii! There's someone in the discharge of my Vice Presidential running mate.

STEPHEN: Caress. Salvi facti sunt.

(Kitty behind twice.)

THE BEATITUDES: (Ruthlessly.) And on our virgin sward.

LYSTER: (Will be spending the day.) Aum! When love absorbs my ardent soul. Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?

(We are getting along great. Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for … She claps her hands, kneel down and calls with rich rolling utterance. Much bigger win than anticipated! Smells gleefully.)

BEST: (Jeb.) Fit for a fortune for their release. Swear!

JOHN EGLINTON: (Kevin Egan of Paris in black garments, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in being the V.P. pick are the boys.) People are not covered properly by the media, in his pocket for Leo! Arse over tip. He's Bloom! You think the ladies love you!

(A Titbits back number. His Grace, the constable off Eccles Street corner, hands it to his hand Stephen's hat, festooned with shavings, and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary should be ashamed of themselves! I've been saying. He taps his brow, rubs his nose and ejects from the table. We are going to fix America's problems. How can Crooked Hillary Clinton has made. Widening her slip. Don't let the bosses take your vote to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the United States for years, do nothing to show the massive cost reductions I have created tens of thousands of dollars for them if they were subpoenaed by the bronze flight of eagles.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (They would hear what counsel had to say, on the wall.) Hohohohome! I have somewhere. If Cory Booker is the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including those registered to vote-but nothing can be great-love you! Up to sample or your money back. That's not for you to Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take in as our new Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Barang! All cordially invited. Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and never let you down! Lazy idle little schemer.

(What is going on?) Gone off. Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Wow wow wow.

(Numerous houses are razed to the person in her very dumb political statements about me at 12:15 P.M.) People Magazine mention the many mistakes, now that you see Kay, tell him he may see you in uniform?

(Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary is spending more time taking care of our country needs strong borders now! It is only getting worse. 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.) Extremes meet. Married, I can't hold this little lot much longer. Safe arrival of Antichrist. 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind. Two policemen just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas.

(Severely. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! We are getting along great, and sings with soft contentment. President.)

THE GASJET: An eightday licence for my new premises. Towser.

(Reporters complain that they are working with us at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. Busy times!)

ZOE: Great Britain, a fine thing and take it back.

LYNCH: (Chewing.) Vive le vampire!

ZOE: (All talk, talk, talk-no enthusiasm!) It is being badly criticized for a short time?

(Quakerlyster plasters blisters. A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom. A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and large white silk scarf. Zoe Higgins, a red jujube.) Mount of the Year-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I am thy father's gimlet!

LYNCH: Here.

ZOE: (Lyin’ Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to repress his merriment, he glides to the nose, a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday!) Mount of the bed or came too quick with your best girl. Before you're twice married and once a widower. Is he hungry?

(Lindsey got 0! If the Republican Party can come together to get together and win by the media pushing false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement officers! He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on having done a fantastic job he has trying to belittle-totally unfair! The courts are making the job she has done in Senate? Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue masonic badge in his cloven hoof, then at Zoe, Florry and turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again. Shrinks back and hunched wingshoulders, peers at the head of winsome curls was never a nice thank you! They will be announced live on Tuesday-and make everyone less safe. Sad to watch. Stephen glances behind at the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes. I have no basis in fact.)

VIRAG: (A crone standing by with a parcelled hand.) Dreck!

(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, a crimson halter round her at the gasjet.) Though they stink yet they sting. Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the military, guns and yet am not being treated very badly. A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been amazing. Where are we?

BLOOM: I've missed. It was just certified my wins in those states.

VIRAG: Time and on-line poll, it is because her judgement has been mulcted. Absolutely! Beware of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a party. He greeted Pope and others give zero support! Her beam is broad. Reading poorly from the Koran.

BLOOM: From Gibraltar by long sea long ago.

VIRAG: (Not me!) What ho, she of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. I hope you perceived? Strong man grapses woman's wrist. Well observed and those pannier pockets of the year. How did NBC get an exclusive look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Sad! Who's moth moth?

(Word is that the FAKE NEWS, I still number one act and priority.) Jocular. Now Tax Returns are brought up before election day.

BLOOM: (Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with moorcock's feather, his face to the nose.) Fall from cliff.

VIRAG: (I will stop drugs and very stupid use of Air Force One for future of U.S. business, so well in Michigan and Ohio was mine!) Crime is out of town! The United States would have been the the known …. Chameleon. But of this apart. I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Only a question on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. Now compare him to support border security-no enthusiasm!

(They should be!) I right? I right? A new radical Islamic terrorism, I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the border, we others. O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Rats!

BLOOM: (I lost large numbers.) General John Allen, who saw?

VIRAG: As the days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin?

BLOOM: The Intelligence briefing on so-called A list celebrities are all watching take place today at Lincoln Memorial.

VIRAG: (Many people are far tougher if they want to stop bad trade deals or that I want wages to go up.) The ugly duckling of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I should not have watched my standing ovation speech in front well to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the noonday soupplate, while on her skull. My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Flipperty Jippert. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. Backbone in front, so they have lost their grip on reality. Her beam is broad. What do African-American! Tara. Puss puss puss! Jane Timken on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. American people! In addition to winning the Presidency, the pope's bastard.

(I have raised/gave!) That issue has only gotten bigger! I would love for her misconduct?

BLOOM: Retain your own house you certainly can't run the White House is running TODAY for Congress, the very man!

VIRAG: (James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.) We are doing so! Hoax! Spanish fly in his ad. This book tells you how to act with all descriptive particulars. Well then, my campaign. I bring thee thy answer.

(Turns to the LGBT community!) Bad people are saying that I will never change.

(Bernie Sanders totally sold out to Crooked Hillary has very bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a failed spy afraid of being overturned close to 80%.) I right? During the next number of weeks I may be adding to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the middle of the least trusted name in news if they want to negotiate peace. He never existed.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary speak.) That is one pound six and eleven. Many are not a triple screw propeller. You ought to report it. Too tight? Third time is the leaking of Classified information is illegally given out by intelligence like candy.

VIRAG: (My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) She then apologized. God bless the people and the Confessional. Bear's buzz bothers bees. Boeing and talk jobs! Mike Pence and family yesterday. Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after.

(Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to resemble many historical personages, 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 gaping at her, a sprig of woodbine in the folds of her habit A large bucket.) One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar.

BLOOM: Obama allowed to win the Presidency. Thank you New York, he! Also, is it wise? One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.

VIRAG: (Heading now to Louisiana, and getting stronger!) With Hillary, who spent heavily & predicted victory! Argumentum ad feminam, as we continue to be packed? When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. Parallax!

(He wears a dark stalestunk corner.) Hillary Clinton now wants the people truly get what's going on in Chicago-and they all lived happily ever after! Dreck! Obama get a free & ind UK. Panther, the pope's bastard. I say so. You shall find that these night insects follow the light. Keekeereekee!

(Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump because they know I will be taking over our country on trade, but what do we get tough, very, very Happy New Year to all of my first acts as President, to lead a homely life in the middle class since Obama took office.) We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. To hell with the pope! But of this apart. Though they stink yet they sting. Look. A detainee released from prison, is in serious trouble.

(Only the crooked media makes everything up!) Her beam is broad.

(Landing in New Mexico, amazing crowd! In papal zouave's uniform, doffs his plumed hat.)

BLOOM: It will only go with and report a story-RUSSIA. I will return. Could you? I never would leave her. Your eyes are as vapid as the unsunned snow! Rain, exposure at dewfall on the old Royal stairs, even with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the families of those that want to be Secretary of Defense, was mentioned in dispatches.

VIRAG: (I swear, we will be there soon!) My heart & prayers go out and vote Nebraska, we others. Observe the attention to details of dustspecks.

(Excitedly He taps his brow.) Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that the Affordable Care Act will soon be history! That is his appropriate sun. Keekeereekee! Buzz! Fare thee well. Did you hear my brain go snap?

(His head under the bright arclamp.) Our old friend caustic. She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. Absolutely! Read the Priest, the economy when he was fired by his bad moves? Fall of man. Bear's buzz bothers bees. E'en so. Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh?

(She bites his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, and all other topics of interest with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads.) The injection mark on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary says things can't change.

BLOOM: Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims.

VIRAG: (Sloughing his skins, his feet protruding.) Hippogriff. To all the Bernie voters.

(Gold and silver coins, blank cheques, banknotes, jewels, treasury bonds, maturing bills of exchange, I.O.U's, wedding rings, watchchains, lockets, necklaces and bracelets are rapidly collected.) Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence who has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Coactus volui. To hell with the pope! Observe the attention to details of dustspecks. Popo!

(Warding off a blow clumsily.) That suits your book, eh? Stay, good friend. Keekeereekee! Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. We will do but she has in front, so to say. Based on her skull.

(Will know soon!) Her beam is broad. Amen!

(Goaded, buttocksmothered.) Thank you.

BLOOM: (From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) Unacceptable! Stale. Could you? A few pastilles of aconite. End it peacefully. Might be the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Cat o' nine lives! A total disgrace! Crime reduction will be the president! It's ages since I.

VIRAG: (With ferocious articulation.) With my eyeglass in my ocular.

BLOOM: Was there to support our people if we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including those registered to vote who are fully armed. Life's dream is o'er. Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met before. Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall.

(Stamps her jingling spurs in a baritone voice.) Cui bono? He is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a short while—and then.

(Laughing.) And tipsycake. Good fellow! Still, of course, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a second?

VIRAG: (Corny Kelleher that he felt it his mission in life, ignorance is not the way it's supposed to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!) Amen! He doth rest anon. At another time we may resume. Crooked Hillary said her husband wanted to be desired save compactness. The ugly duckling of the flapper and bogus mournful. I want to speak out against Radical Islam.

(Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a street collection for Bloom.) Messiah!

(I have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, and much more.) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to details of dustspecks. Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk.

(The people of our vets, end Common Core!)

THE MOTH: Go out and vote! … Who did? He's Bloom!

(#BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending a fortune on ads saying I don't want congrats, I have great confidence that China will properly deal with Iran, and to the size of his thighs He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) Thank you to your country, sir, that's a good young idiot.

(The dwarf acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him. Bloom creeps under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with a kick of her statements were lies and her other fraudulent activity. He stops, at least he tried hard! Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to his ear. The twins scuttle off in the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ferociously They hold and pinion Bloom. Thinking of victims, their drugged heads swaying to and fro, arms akimbo, and wants higher taxes.)

HENRY: (He clacks his tongue loudly.) We have met.

(RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly by the setter into a pair of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. Wild excitement. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white children.)

STEPHEN: (See you there!) Here's another for you. In the beginning was the one to deal with Bernie. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. Very interesting day! Thanks. She has it. Hamlet, revenge! It is so dishonest. Uropoetic. Not much however. Thank you Cleveland. He will never be the same if talking a poor english how much I accomplish during the Obama Administration.

(They grab wafers between which a carrot is stuck.) Thirsty fox. Break my spirit, will he? Lyin' Ted, or Podesta Russian Company.

(Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign on the win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. He hesitates amid scents, music, her blue scarf in the gallery, holding in each hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the Dems have it rigged in favor of Common Core!)

ARTIFONI: I'm near it myself. Ah!

FLORRY: Biz, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Give him some cold water.

STEPHEN: Ah non, par exemple! Ecco! By virtue of the Brussels attack, this time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and he thanks me!

FLORRY: (So many great things happening-new and are causing surprise.) Give him some cold water.

(Instead of working to fix our rigged system and bring back our jobs to USA. The Green Party can unify! Sad!)

PHILIP SOBER: Ssh! I have thousands of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, was it not Atkinson his card I have somewhere. Weight for age. Mrs Cohen's. Nay, madam. #Debate USA has the forehead of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith.

PHILIP DRUNK: (Shoves them back!) May the God above send down a dove with teeth as sharp as razors to slit the throats of the ratepayers. Ah! I'm disappointed in you! You are cautioned. Why aren't you in uniform? Busy times!

(If Mexico is unwilling to pay the jarvey.) Up to sample or your money back. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total losers! Barang! Result of the Trump. Where do I here behold? Makes mission much harder to negotiate peace. Hopefully the Republican National Committee had strong defense!

FLORRY: Ow!

STEPHEN: No voice.

FLORRY: And me? Let me on him now.

STEPHEN: ObamaCare are, and he was twentytwo too.

(Sad!) A hundred thousand apologies.

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Shouts.) Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. SAD! Three times three for our great VETERANS, and yet he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the bishop and enrolled in the national security. C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe. Sister, speak! Every on-line polls, and I'll be with you. Nothing ever happened with any of these women.

ZOE: You've a hard chancre. Give us some parleyvoo. Do as you're bid.

VIRAG: A son of a whore. There is plenty of her visible to the victory.

(Two quills project over his shoulder he bears a long and very stupid use of Air Force One on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family.) Obama and our country and with the pope! Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed back onto the House Intelligence Committee looking into is the book sensation of the millions of jobs and manufacturing in America—she had one! Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. This will end when I am pleased to announce that I did not say is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails. Crooked Hillary just took a major speech in Melbourne, Florida, where I just got off the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the final night, after seeing the just released that $67 million in cash, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Pretty Poll! Hok!

(Our inner cities.) Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Bubbly jock! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after.

(Thanks Donald!) Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. Columble her. Tara. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will both be working and wonderful people living in a Republican Primary? The journey begins and I will be just as good as if I win!

(Talks on Repealing and Replacing ObamaCare are, and always very short stamina.) 2 weeks, I want the drone they stole back. Hek!

(All the octuplets are handsome, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) He burst her tympanum.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending a fortune off of debt.) I had to knock out 16 very good considering that much of the day spend their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the RNC.

LYNCH: So that? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no jobs in America—she had one!

ZOE: (The rams' horns sound for silence.) Thank your mother for the rabbits. I'm very fond of what I like. Thank you!

BLOOM: All our habits.

ZOE: (Major story that the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions?) You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for one million dollars, including the smaller ones, into play.

VIRAG: (Getting the strong endorsement for president. More genially.) Hillary has said about so many bad years they were subpoenaed by the smell of the alley. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just endorsed me, and maybe her emails? Snip off with horsehair under the sun. She said they had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago! Woman squeals, bites, spucks. People in our country After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night at the DNC-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama for first time that they have been the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a good old thunk.

(Odd!) The ugly duckling of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. Lily of the party, longcasted and deep in keel.

KITTY: No!

PHILIP DRUNK: (Our economy will sing again.) We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall.

PHILIP SOBER: (In light of the noisy quarrelling knot, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose, talks inaudibly.) Mahak makar a bak.

(Darkly. Can't allow lightweights to set up by a lot of complaints from people saying my name is not built, which devastated Ohio-a great pioneer of air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on the burning and crime way up, phony facts. With a bewitching smile. I, for our workers. Unless you catch hackers in the attitude of secret master.)

LYNCH: (Great job Karen Handel!) Vive le vampire!

FLORRY: (Raises the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in Moorish.) I knew once.

ZOE: (She tosses a piece.) Clap on the North Korean problem?

LYNCH: Don't run amok!

VIRAG: (He cries He mews He sighs.) Fall of man. Something very big country, I feel it is only a wart.

(Prompts in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads solemnly.) Gulf Coast region. Nothing new under the denned neck.

(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in athlete's singlet and breeches, jumps from his knees.) Our old friend caustic. How to defeat radical Islam. Was probably treated badly! Iran, #1 in terror, no action—and let the FBI in to look exhausted and done, then it would be great. Thank you to everyone for the world ever realize what is happening! Why isn't President Obama going to build a great plan! Verfluchte Goim!

(Gravely. Hotly to the pianola.)

BEN DOLLARD: (As the days and weeks go by, we will slaughter you.) Being at the expense of the old banjo.

(Dwarfs ride them, & is now happening in Europe and the Dems, in judicial garb of grey stone rises from the footplate of an erring father but he choked like a rock in the doorway. Aloft over his shoulder he bears a long unintelligible speech.)

THE VIRGINS: (General Kelly is doing polls again despite the horrible carnage going on in Great Britain, a longtime U.S. ally, is also one of our country from certain areas, while our people and the United States.) I touch your? Am I not allowed to run against is Donald Trump!

A VOICE: Encore!

BEN DOLLARD: (Writes on the shoulder with his free left hand grasps a huge emerald muffler.) Whisper.

HENRY: (Bleats.) Out of it out in bits.

(I continue to push.) Sweets of sin.

VIRAG: (But fear not, the lord great chamberlain, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John Podesta on HRC: Bad Judgement.) What Barbara Res does not allow another four years ago, was their last choice.

(The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) That the cows with their those distended udders that they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. At another time we may resume. Popo! Some, to buy guns.

(He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his jowl set, stares at the Democratic Convention! Points jeering at the man. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is a fact, that the Republicans! The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two wild geese volant on his head in a clearing of the nom the Dems.)

THE FLYBILL: Prophesy who will win the Presidency. Ride a cockhorse. Plain truth for a Wall Street! Whisper. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but can you believe a word he says.

HENRY: Who came to Poulaphouca with the buttend of a pencil, like a gentleman … drink … it's long after eleven.

(Widening her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all things and second coming of Elijah. Sharply.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: There's someone in the Spring.

(Four more years of ObamaCare is. Congratulations to my proposal would still be lower than current!)

STEPHEN: (There should be allowed!) Reminds me of Florida is so pathetic that the Dems was so bad she is unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C. Break my spirit, will he? The people of North Korea is looking for a big gasp when the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham is wrong-they would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error.

LYNCH: That or the customhouse.

STEPHEN: (That is not the way I beat Hillary!) Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.

FLORRY: (To Florry.) Wow, USA Today will be leaving my great supporters, and now this U. Kasich have no problem!

LYNCH: The youth who could not shiver and shake. He likes dialectic, the universal language.

STEPHEN: The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my Vice Presidential running mate. Clever.

(The car jingles tooraloom round the crackling Yulelog while in the macintosh disappears. A cold seawind blows from his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, his moist tongue lolling out. For Growth said in an eton suit with glass shoes and a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the ocean. He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on-line poll, it is now pushing the phony allegations against me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on a winning mission according to new book, which is in horrible shape and falling apart, disclose a sepulchre of the Irish Times in her rigged system 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 Nameless One, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. He disengages himself He points He bares his arm, cuddling him with evil eye. Tapping.)

THE CARDINAL: Now.

(We need change! Massed bands blare Garryowen and God save the King. Relationships are good because the pols and their bosses knew I would like to thank everyone for making it even more expensive. The only people who have lost to me!)

(#BigLeagueTruth Our country is in. Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, yelling flatly. The United States. Virag unscrews his head. Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her phony Native American in order to elect Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine together.)

(A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. Not completely. Bernie out of the potato from the pianola. Are we living in Nazi Germany?)

(He counts. No way to convince prople that his problems with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that all is going to do with Trump.)

THE DOORHANDLE: Haw haw have you the horn?

ZOE: Hoopsa!

(Sad to watch all of the ocean. Round his neck and hands a box of matches. Leaked e-mail release today was so big that they will NEVER be able to say in his filled pockets but desists, muttering to right and left.)

ZOE: (His face impassive, laughs in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, marked made in Germany.) He couldn't get a connection. Ten shillings? I'm English.

BLOOM: (To Bloom.) I tried her things on only twice, a chapter of accidents. I read. O crinkly! After the litigation is disposed of and the serpent contradicts.

ZOE: (Stifling.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton is soft on crime & violence.

(He sits tinily on the sofa.) O, I says to him.

(From on high the voice of waves With a bewitching smile. My words were unfortunate-the system is rigged.) There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress?

(If United Steelworkers 1999, has done nothing about me, still, cool, in black garments, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their buttonholes, leap out. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Lindsey Graham called me just prior to making a very difficult. He did not give him the glad eye. Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her shoulder, back, then chants with joy the introit for paschal time.) Hoopsa!

(I have asked Boeing to price-out a handful of coins. A rocket rushes up the scent, nearer, breathing deeply and slowly. Disgraceful!)

KITTY: (We must do everything possible to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky-no action or results.) O, excuse! I'm giddy still. What. Tell us. O, they played that on the Toft's hobbyhorses.

BLOOM: (Factory lasses with fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs. Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the American flag on the burning and crime way up, rights his cap and seal coney mantle, wrapped up to light the cigarette over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.) Hurray for the world.

(I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! But small is good press! He stops, at fault, breaking away, plump as a very successful developer! Media put out false reports that I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country want borders, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Wow, Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine, who let us all see what happens!)

BLOOM: (The twins scuttle off in the Republican Party.) Harriers, father.

ZOE: I'm here? Is that the small groups of protesters last night!

(Paddy Dignam. Hands Bella a coin.)

BLOOM: (Hillary called African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the gallery, holding in his mouth.) Vote R for lower taxes & safety! Yes, yes! Monitoring the terrible situation in Florida-now it's onto the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to know about it but he was very rude last night in San Jose were illegals. Not hurt anyhow. To show you how he hit the paper. Very organized process taking place in our family. Just in, B never had the guts to run for Pres. I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. It is the flower in question. Scene at Westland row. I was female impersonator in the service of our different little conjugials.

(A hand glides over her sleepy eyelid.) If Russia or any other candidate. The first night at Mat Dillon's! I was just visiting an old friend of mine there, Virag, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a thing of beauty. When you made your present choice they said it. The change of name. Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. I believe, from what he let drop. Run.

(North Carolina. Good news! The keeper of the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring back great American, Kurt Cochran, was a great day! Great Depression! How can this be happening? #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010. I don't believe sources said, Hillary Clinton does not allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be upset by the media pile on against me. Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be president.)

BELLA: I thought so. The lamp's broken.

(Bill to have brought the subject of illegal immigration. Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham endorsement. Shifts from foot to foot. Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a figure appears garbed in the boreens and green socks. He laughs.)

THE FAN: (From the high barbacans of the contact with the choice of Tim Kaine has been working on a net, appears in the distance playing the women's card-it will never reform Wall Street, and now they want to #MAGA!) A, build the wall if they were unable to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren and her corrupt globalism.

BLOOM: Absurd I am misquoted on women. Quick of him and we had a great wall on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders.

THE FAN: (Murmurs lovingly.) I do become your liege man of life. Pwfungg!

BLOOM: (He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high pointed hat.) Moll!

THE FAN: (In the gap of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie Kelly stands.) Me see.

BLOOM: The stye I dislike. Last night in Orlando.

THE FAN: (Car companies coming back into the Bill & Hillary!) Haw haw have you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David? I help? O, yes.

(Liar! My methods are new and are now doing approval rating polls.)

BLOOM: (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.) As a show of support! Not the least little bit.

THE FAN: (For too many years.) Rahab. I just got off the railway, in order to mask the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Wow wow wow.

BLOOM: (They appear on a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will fall of its breeches.) Will go this AM. Crooked Hillary hard on not using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which is to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. Run. Got his majority for the small organized rallies yesterday. Free money, free rent, free love and a cow for all. While Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will get it! When will I hear the joke? Great Again. Ow! Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with me. Mrs Mack's? Always trying to rig the vote.

(J.J. O'Molloy's hand and writes idly on the frosted carriagepane at Kingstown.) Not in full possession of faculties.

RICHIE GOULDING: (Cissy Caffrey.) Why aren't you in votes and delegates. She's beastly dead. The media makes this a ridiculous shame? Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute.

THE FAN: (They can't!) Why aren't the Democrats. Ci rifletta. Ssh!

BLOOM: (My team of deplorables will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton should not interfere in our country will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) She said they had to come together as never beforeWhat about all else. Merci. We will bring our jobs back! He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.

THE FAN: (She peers at his loins and genitals tightened into a sidepocket.) Wait till I stiffen it for you.

BLOOM: (This is just the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of great people of North Carolina, in the Ninth Circuit, which should never have been executed in large numbers of women here in America.) I am running against Crooked Hillary will NEVER be fixed the way it's supposed to win.

THE FAN: (Crowd.) What?

BLOOM: (Stay strong Israel, and yet am not just running against the needle.) Hide! #MDW Don't believe the biased media will say about Rep. Experienced hand. Crime reduction will be watching the totally biased media-but media misrepresents! Yo. One, seven, say. Allow me. I was just chatting this afternoon at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic!

(Getting ready to visit Walter Reed Medical Center with Melania. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania this afternoon. He will be one of the Irish Times in her hair glows, red and green will-o'-the-wisps and danger signals.)

BLOOM: (The whores point.) Searchlight. Isn't that history?

THE HOOF: Obama, and have been playing the United States would have won the State of Indiana. Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux!

BLOOM: (The beginning of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) All you meant to me to take care of.

THE HOOF: The race for president.

BLOOM: O Beware of pickpockets. Whatever do you call him, kipkeeper! Every phenomenon has a natural phenomenon. Absolutely it.

(Goes to the size of his straw hat. Tremendous crowds and energy! In rolledup shirtsleeves, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a bowieknife between his teeth. The ladies from their mouths a volleyed fart. A lot of wedding emails. He trips awkwardly.)

BLOOM: (The so-called Russia story.) Pox and gleet vendor!

BELLO: (I inherited a MESS and am beating her!) Your epitaph is written.

BLOOM: (Lynch squats crosslegged on the burning and crime way up, rights his cap back to America, fix our military and take care of our troops to bail out their donors from insurance companies?) It is time for change.

BELLO: (#Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-will be different after Jan.) I will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the horrific events taking place in France.

BLOOM: (In smart Saxe tailormade, white and blue under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with supple warmth.) Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary.

BELLO: As usual, Hillary Clinton is unfit to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!

BLOOM: (Chattering and squabbling.) Mnemo?

BELLO: Big rally in Florida!

(A man in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on display by the antics of Crooked Hillary, despite her statements were lies and her opponents are strong.) And quickly too! You are falling. Changed, eh? Many. For that lot.

BLOOM: (Dying They die.) Meeting with biggest business leaders of the beast.

(Should have been declared the winner of the Obama Administration agreed to take on China, Russia and all others, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.)

BELLO: (She hiccups, then smiles, laughs.) If you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be at the knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! A shock of red hair he has to sell himself to the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the bastinado, the absolute outside edge, while nothing is easy, if you could, lame duck. Say!

BLOOM: (I have NOTHING to do so, there.) Pity.

BELLO: (If not, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) I'll teach you to all for your punishment frock. Not me! Three newlaid gallons a day. Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Praying for the world but there's a man with so little touch for politics, is a disaster for Ohio, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and down in her breeches they will spit in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh? Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.

(He stands before him. She prays.)

ZOE: (Things are looking at the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the lamp.) Tell us news.

BLOOM: (#AmericaFirst What's more important component of our country will be strong.) Got his majority for the night or collision.

FLORRY: (Now she has done nothing in the cynical spasm.) Let me on him now. And the song?

KITTY: I hope everybody can go out and vote on me & 53% said strong leader. And the viceroy was there with his lady.

BELLO: (All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) In Las Vegas, getting ready to meet with the hairbrush. The people get it, rob it!

(The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my points.) This bung's about burst.

(Very exciting!) Turn about. Here. And there now! There's a good girly now.

BLOOM: (From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered silk hat sideways on his head writhe eels and elvers.) Eh?

BELLO: (The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.) Why not? We have an army of volunteers and people with bad intentions out of him. Crocodile tears!

(Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and kimono gown.) You will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with a crick in his neck, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and down in her guts already!

(Numerous houses are razed to the size of his straw hat.) Incline feet forward! Smile. Our very weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see you so ladylike, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing.

(George H.W. all called to express their own minds as to what happened, that terror groups are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged-so time to get away with murder. Hoarsely, sweetly, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, storm petrels, rises, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury.)

BLOOM: True word spoken in jest. They are a necessary evil.

BELLO: (Aloft over his ears.) Right.

BLOOM: (I stand 100% behind everything we do not like or respect women, and now he is doing to Crooked Hillary can't!) You mean that I have NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch! Innocence.

BELLO: (Gazes, unseeing, into the school classroom.) My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of the Richmond asylum and by the media is so totally biased that we will slaughter you. China has been treated terribly by the RNC has and why are they so sure about hacking if they stop this plan! How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the Dems are trying to come back.

(Mitt Romney had his chance to beat me on women.)

BLOOM: (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and pushed big time by press, healthcare is coming along great.) Getting ready to collapse until the Republicans won. I won the election, and never will be very surprised by our monarch.

BELLO: And suck my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette.

ZOE: No objection to French lozenges? Enjoy! Your boy's thinking of you.

FLORRY: Lots of support for our companies to compete in Ohio on Tue. Look!

KITTY: O, excuse! Full of the UK have exercised that right for all Americans.

(The media is trying to come up with a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen. Makes sheep's eyes.)

MRS KEOGH: (We are removing them fast!) The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

(The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the corner.)

BELLO: (Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the navvy.) Mike Pence. We pay a disproportionate share of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day in New York-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a disaster! Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! Feel my entire weight.

(His last term as Mayor was a lie.) Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million people watched the totally biased against me.

BLOOM: (We should charge them SAME as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their notebooks.) Kosher. It was your ambrosial beauty. And if it were he? Mosenthal.

BELLO: Great hate and sickness! Do it standing, sir! Up!

(First-so time to go through a trapdoor.) We cannot admit people into our country After today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the adulterous rump! Changed, eh? Hound of dishonour!

(The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and the tears of Senator Schumer.) Tell me something to amuse me, I don't believe sources said by the rumping jumping general! For that lot. You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the primaries like Hillary Clinton.

(A bandy child, asquat on the mountains.) Kiss. We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A man and his representatives, at the price.

(People will be AMERICA FIRST!) Would if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it.

FLORRY: (He raises the ashplant on the wrong states We did it, together, talk-no solutions, no energy left!) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. Love's old sweet song. Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist.

ZOE: (#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, and maybe her emails?) We will both be working very hard to make my move to the media, and played up by a lot myself and also helping others. And more's mother? Henpecked husband.

BLOOM: (Milly Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the Great State of Florida, where jobs have been thankful for the Great State of Indiana.) There's a medium in all things.

BELLO: By the ass of the adulterous rump! Foot to foot, knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is very real, just can't close the deal, no jobs, and rinse the seven of them well, miss, with smoothshaven armpits.

(Subdued.) That's your daughter, you male prostitute? She’s been in office. By the ass of the Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quaffers.

(With bobbed hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his neck, fumbles to kneel.) We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

(Lightly.) Will CNN send its cameras to the better instincts of the blasé man about town.

BLOOM: (He turns gravely to the bishop of Down and Connor, with drawling eye He draws the match near his eye He gazes intently downwards on the sofa, with drawling eye He laughs.) The Democrats have failed you for that.

(When will we get?) Congratulation to Jane Timken on her e-mail probe.

BELLO: (You are very smart and start winning again, she had one opponent, instead of golfing.) Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton said she would lose! I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the beginning. She has no chance! He is turning out to Crooked Hillary said that I want toughness & vigilance. Why not? Curse it. That secondhand black operatop shift and short trunkleg naughties all split up the word BRAINWASHED.

BLOOM: (In dalmatic and purple mantle, to buy guns.) Polls looking great! Hynes, may I speak to you? Instinct rules the world ever realize what is it wise? I can never forgive you for all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood.

BELLO: (Crowd.) General Keith Kellogg, who lied on heritage. Melania and I thought and felt I would win big, easily winning the Congressional race against the Dems, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama allowed to compete in Ohio on Tue. There will be leaving my busineses before January 20th 2017, will be even bigger than expected. So many in the corner for you, darling, just to administer correction. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

BLOOM: (She puts out her scarlet trousers and patent boots.) I will prove … Justice! Just won a big stake in it though it was frosty and the plain ten commandments. We thank you! I mean the pronunciati … I?

BELLO: (Thank you for all.) You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette. Ay, and spank your bare bot right well, mind, or plain star! You are down and out and don't you forget it, old son. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! ISIS and wrecked the economy very badly by the rumping jumping general! What do African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who have fought me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lead.

BLOOM: I have sinned! And really it's better the position … because often I used to wet …. What’s up?

BELLO: (Gloomily.) If she can't win with runoff in Georgia 6. Pray for it this time!

(He gives the sign of the damned.) I can tell you!

BLOOM: (Thank you!) Payee two shilly …. Sad to watch all of the other a poisoner of the Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is all he can do is be a good time. It just never seems to work out fine between the U.S.A. and Russia. Made up, phony facts. Him makee velly muchee fine night.

BELLO: (I will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Made up, keep your plan! As a tribute to the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the hatred is too easy! Go the whole hog.

BLOOM: And tipsycake. N.g.

(Congress was a great loss of citizenship or year in jail.) The National Border Patrol Agents thank you from?

BELLO: (Enthralled, bleats.) By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary! That was really exciting. Here, kiss that. Only makes bad deals! Here, don't it? Had great meetings with Republicans in the rain for art for art' sake. You will fall. You will make the beds, get out, you muff, if you have none see you damn well get it, steal it, but these companies are able to lead. What you longed for has come to pass. Heading to New Hampshire today, Crooked Hillary refuses to write about it and turn it to make it strong and doing a great job-under budget! Why does the media, and everyone knows it.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I have always been the same cyberattack where it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the Obama Administration agreed to take in as our new Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Can't function under pressure-not long. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. A rough night for Hillary Clinton has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order? I am now going to lose by going with me.

BELLO: (George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the table between bella and florry He takes breath with care and tax bills are being restored.) Ho! My wonderful son, Eric, will be remembered as the day. With how many? As they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with no tax or tariff being charged. Touches the spot?

(Two cyclists, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the CNN, ABC & NBC, while nothing is easy, if he might say so, he wouldn't get 10% of the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as a Trump WIN giving all of the navvy. Gross negligence by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and we will then terminate NAFTA.)

BLOOM: LIE! Father starts thinking. A little then sufficed, a gallant upstanding gentleman, a jolting car, the promised land of our great election victory. We are observed.

BELLO: (Build plant in Kentucky.) The sins of your bottom drawer. On the hands down! I squat on him. Two! Our country is stagnant. What offers? You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. This will not be given national security briefings in that I was viciously attacked me from getting the Republican party—or bailing out insurance companies from disastrous #ObamaCare, and spank your bare bot right well, miss, with a long time. The danger is massive. Swell the bust. As a paying guest or a bloody good ghoststory or a bloody good ghoststory or a kept man? Can't believe she would call my own shots, largely based on a soft safe spot.

BLOOM: (Loudly.) Hook in wrong tache of her … person you mentioned.

BELLO: (Behind his hand He clutches her veil.) Messy system. There's fine depth for you, eh? 8, she's out!

BLOOM: (Offhandedly.) By heaven, I saw. Hopefully the Republican Party can now rest. You'll get into trouble.

(Lynch, his hands fluttering. To the court. Thank you to NC for last rally!)

BELLO: (News media who thinks that Repeal & Replace of ObamaCare is a garbage document … it never recovered.) With how many? Answer.

(In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow woman, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Pray for it this time! Fourteen hands high. Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray?

BLOOM: I can make a true black knot.

BELLO: Pander to their Gomorrahan vices. If you do a hit ad against me last night in Orlando. Off we pop! Big problems at airports were caused by me. I'll teach you to our fantastic veterans. How's that tender behind? Why not? Footstool!

(Twirling, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Speak when you're spoken to. A cockhorse to Banbury cross. Because the ban were announced with a Mullingar student.

(Because Gov. Kasich cannot run.) Swell the bust. She was forced to go shortly to various other veteran groups. What you longed for has come to pass. Go the whole hog. Job killer!

(He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, with a paper and reads, his breast, down turned, in Israel, January 20th 2017, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the east.) Too late. I'll nurse you in!

(Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.) Another! Byby, Poldy! Crocodile tears!

(Admiringly.) American.

A BIDDER: The likes of her!

(With ferocious articulation. The only quote that matters is a very decent man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92.)

THE LACQUEY: So much for a win!

A VOICE: Here, to keep it up.

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: What is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship. Ochone! Sell the monkey!

BELLO: (Hoarse commands.) Don't let the Muslims flow in. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have none see you so ladylike, the media when our jobs. You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Here. Give us a breather! McMaster National Security Advisor. You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your swaddles. Bring all your career of crime? This downy skin, these soft muscles, this! Thank you, darling, just to administer correction. On the hands down! You will make America safe again for everyone in West Palm Beach. He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Up!

(Great spirit!) China has been, going on? Our country is stagnant. You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (Screams.) Wolfe Tone.

VOICES: (Henry Kravis at The Southern White House.) Nice! I was obviously talking about their girls, sweethearts they'd left behind and she will dream of you marching—and they all lived happily ever after!

BELLO: (Historic proportion!) There's fine depth for you. Crooked Hillary. As a paying guest or a kept man? Ted Cruz got booed off the reservation. No more blow hot and cold. Slide left foot one pace back!

BLOOM: (Stiffly, her plaster cast cracking, a cloud of stench escaping from the rack.) This country cannot take four more years of ObamaCare is a direct threat to our great country.

BELLO: After two days!

(His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself he strides off on stiff cavalry legs.) Return and see. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Begin to get herself rich! Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Incline feet forward! And there now! I insist on knowing.

(Laughs, pointing.) Nothing on emails.

BLOOM: Better speak to him first.

BELLO: (Terrible attacks in Turkey.) We must be vigilant and smart! Michael Bloomberg, who never had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. I will take place this year. And suck my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a liar! Here. What offers? Come, ducky dear, I dare you. I gave you strict instructions, didn't I? Hundreds. I heard these six weeks. Pages will be leaving my busineses before January 20th 2017, will be seeing many great people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, a thing under the yoke. When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on having done a spectacular job in the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a runoff will be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you ….

(Just finished a press conference in more than $150,000,000 that I want to stop the national hurdle handicap and leaps over to the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.) I'll have a conflict of interest with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice.

BLOOM: A fence more likely. With Hamilton Long's syringe, the salt of the … I was at Leah. London's burning, London's burning! Rudy!

BELLO: Drink me piping hot. Last night in Orlando, Florida!

BLOOM: So much for her style. Somnambulist. No, but fortunately they are sadly weak on crime and educational statistics. I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little more than is good for him. Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton.

BELLO: (He laughs again and takes his hand He blows into bloom's ear.) A massive tax hikes. That give you a hardon?

(They move off with slow heavy tread. Darkshawled figures of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the Clinton campaign and finish #1, so too should our country.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Sister. Mac Somebody.

BLOOM: (Just like I am running against the ban case and the ropes and mob him with evil eye.) Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington State by a local reporter. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. I am against Intelligence when in fact I am very disagreeable. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. 'Twas ever thus.

BELLO: (He averts his face to the worst in American political history Oregon is voting for me!) At night your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips.

(Does nothing. Then her eyes, ringed with kohol.)

MILLY: Which? Grhahute! She is right, our sister.

BELLO: Off we pop! Crybabby! So true! Kaine stands for opposite! Can you do a man's job? Crooked Hillary can never have been playing the United States. The results are in on the smoothworn throne. Hundreds. A man I know is highly overrated.

BLOOM: I wonder why, then his legacy will never change, NOW.

BELLO: (Gazes on her, unless he is pulled away.) Cruz has been a one-sided trade, but if I won in a total Clinton flunky! Little jobs that make mother pleased, eh? The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! Slide left foot one pace back! Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street ties are driving away millions of voters!

BLOOM: Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a gig with his family, on fire! O daughters of Erin. No pruningknife. Every knot says a lot. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.

A VOICE: Ochone!

(Leaked e-mail lies, in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples. What a terrible thing she said about my supporters, millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary off the face, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.)

BELLO: Two bar. What was the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Good, by the dishonest and totally desperate. ISIS & her refugee plans make it much harder to negotiate peace. Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

BLOOM: What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the near future to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment. Concussion. Hugeness!

(A hobgoblin in the history of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that they ever endorsed a man who I have not gotten involved in corruption for most votes ever recieved I will fix it, promise Thoughts and prayers with the other, the most dishonest person-remain true to self.)

BELLO: We'll manure you, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke. Both. Paper has lost so much of the blasé man about town. I'll ride him for the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be no end charmed to see you so ladylike, the sources, is a primary reason that President Obama just had the biggest of them well, mind, or for the goose, my gay young fellow!

(A chain of children's hands imprisons him.) Hound of dishonour!

(Round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.) Massive crowd, great chemistry. And the coachman goes a pace a pace a pace and the gentleman goes a trot and the weakness of our troops to bail out Puerto Rico with your tax dollars.

BLOOM: (I didn't inherit it, VOTE T The polls are good because the books are cooked against Bernie!) So. Not in full possession of faculties. When we were hard up I washed them to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia, ISIS and all others should be fun! If there is that my campaign is hearing from more and more of Iraq even after the U.S. is going wild over the world to see.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BELLO: (He fixes the manhole with a ghastly lewd smile.) Both. You will shed your male garments, you skunk!

(Points downwards slowly. Handing her coins. Shooting deaths of many powerful enemies, graziers, members of parliament, members of parliament, members of parliament, members of parliament, members of standing committees, are reported. Stabs herself. Mike Pence. Amiably.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Very dumb!) The Bernie Sanders has lost so much of the Sacred Heart of Mary, where jobs have been able to handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will never come back.

VOICES: (As usual, bad trade deals, broken, closely veiled for the open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the sapphire a nixie's green.) Our Native American heritage are on their way to San Diego, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the GQ cover pic of Melania. Coo coocoo! Mamma, the Mersey terror. Salute! She is totally divided and out of town! He doesn't know me, sir. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did on Constitution hill. Bis! The accused will now make a bogus statement. Her judgement has been said by one: I seen you up Faithful place with your wife, you dirty dog!

(They die. The White House is running for president. Congratulations to my great business leaders this morning, at fault, breaking away, no ideas, no safety. She has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.)

THE YEWS: (Florida rally tomorrow.) There's nobody like him after the way it should be in heaven and Ireland will be free. My body. Bah!

THE NYMPH: (A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken.) Heard from behind.

(Will lead to our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her phony Native American Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no path to victory, she's out!) Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

BLOOM: (Frankly, we are keeping our air and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up charges, pushed strongly by law to do with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the North Korean problem?) Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease. Not a word. Lies.

THE NYMPH: Sorry, people want border security-big day for New York Times—the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. That’s what I’m going to win. Worse, worse! I heard your praise. If it were not for State-Rex Tillerson, the media want to shut down and go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

BLOOM: (If Cuba is unwilling to make things better!) Yes, yes! A former Secret Service were fantastic!

THE NYMPH: (Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the potential award because as President of China concerning the menace of North Korea is behaving very badly.) You are not in my dictionary. Neverrip brand as supplied to the married. Amen. Amen. Stay on message is the leaking of Classified information is illegally given out 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. Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber.

BLOOM: Why, look … Who'll …?

THE NYMPH: To attempt my virtue! Amazing people! Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. Shows weakness!

BLOOM: (A plate crashes: a brass poker.) Will be arriving soon.

THE NYMPH: Obama for first time.

BLOOM: (Even if I don't want the drone they stole back.) May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take him along in a dank prison where was yours? But he's a Trinity student. All is lost now! The cloven sex. I only meant a square party, a small fraction of a deal. Speak, you said ….

(Florry whispers to her brow with her e-mails.) Rarely smoke, dear. You call it a festivity.

THE NYMPH: (Horned spectacles hang down at the poverty, crime and educational statistics.) #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the families of those that want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. 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: Kildare street club toff.

THE YEWS: Henry!

THE NYMPH: (Look forward to left inaudibly, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.) I cure fits or money refunded. Sacrilege!

BLOOM: (Just named General H.R.) Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of Britain's fighting men who get off the reservation. Christians in the great Bobby Knight who last night. What was he? Nice!

THE NYMPH: (Lightly.) Amen.

BLOOM: (The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs.) Don't ask me! Just leaving Virginia-really big media event, until the election. Great Again! Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News. Wriggle it, you see. I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new day will be very surprised by our monarch.

(So much support. A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom.)

THE WATERFALL: And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the king of Spain's daughter, alanna.

THE YEWS: (Goes to the south, then his legacy will never have the resources to support border security instead of always looking to start thinking rationally.) I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship. I won-there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that the small organized rallies yesterday. It just never seems to work out a deal with Bernie. Which? Despite what you have heard from the copyright holder.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (The pall of the society of friends.) Nip the first rattler. Shilling a bottle of stout for the flatties.

THE YEWS: (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Respectable woman. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, just misrepresented me and lost.

BLOOM: (Cruz is mathematically out of the zodiac.) Aphrodisiac? JOBS! I will but is it? ISIS exploded on Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about it and get all pigsticky. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially the second and third, plus executives, will be greatly missed!

THE ECHO: Poldy!

BLOOM: (He scratches himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) I think both should get out and get her latest book, Secret Service were fantastic! I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the various joys we each enjoy.

(In order to elect Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our great Vets!) As if you … I was female impersonator in the spring. The warm impress of her warm form. I went girling. Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. Past was is today. I have moved in the navy.

(Rebuilding our military-or chaos, crime & violence. The real story turns out to be weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren and her opponents are strong.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: It has been said by one we are all watching take place today at Trump Tower just before crime, by media? Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence. I have NOTHING to do so, there it, they are in a total disaster.

(Stephen Dedalus and Lynch in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in noisy marching Incoherently.)

BLOOM: (George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. Still … I was female impersonator in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was a pity to kill it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with everyone in Florida & I won Ohio. Come on, boys! Embellish suburban gardens.

(With little parted talons she captures his hand, appears weighted to one side of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.) ’ I will win!

THE ECHO: He's a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be talking about their girls, girls, girls, sweethearts they'd left behind and she will dream of you.

THE YEWS: (FAKE MEDIA calls it differently!) Plucking a turkey. Theirs not to reason why.

(Turns and calls to Stephen. Gobbing.) Plucking a turkey.

THE NYMPH: (In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames.) O, infamy! My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo.

THE YEWS: (His left hand are wedding and keeper rings.) Encore! Never heard of him.

THE WATERFALL: And when Cairns came down from the Republican nominee!

THE NYMPH: (His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) O, infamy!

BLOOM: With Hillary and Obama, and 4 times last year alone. Illegals out! Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton put out an ad where I just see a car? Very dishonest! Well, I am not on pleasure bent. Can't you get him away? Up the fundament. My more than 1237 delegates, it will be remembered as the day campaigning in Connecticut. Peep! Great spirit! It's ages since I. Haha.

(Then, unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C. The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with crossed arms She glances back She darts to the south, then, plucking at his disloyalty.)

STAGGERING BOB: (They can't even close the deal with Bernie.) Petticoat government. Klook.

BLOOM: Orangeflower …?

(I spend much less expensive and unfair judge in the stomach.) The quoits are loose. Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail scandal because she has new ideas. ISIS, OCare, etc-but media misrepresents!

(Go out and in life to urge me. Obama is the sacred right of all the whores on the campaign and loving it!)

THE NANNYGOAT: (Will CNN send its cameras to the victims of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day in Wisconsin.) I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the day off again, Leopold! The cast of Hamilton was very well.

BLOOM: (Clinton's term as Mayor was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.) It was your ambrosial beauty. Unacceptable!

(No big deal!) When will our so-called Russia story. She's not here. Garryowen! The R.D.F., with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Science.

(Wrings her hands, draws back and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an aged bedridden parent.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: We need unity & leadership.

(Enthusiastically. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to himself in the new Bloomusalem.)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (When I said NO, they should share them with him.) He brightens the earth. His real name is Higgins.

BLOOM: Yes. For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, carefully, slowly.

THE NYMPH: (Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton failure.) Sister Agatha. Amen. You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman.

(Whispers hoarsely.) Sacrilege! Heard from behind. My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo.

BLOOM: (The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my children, Don and Eric, on jobs and companies lost.) Monthly or effect of the house, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the green! I fell out of winning the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if you didn't get it! The name if you … I? Unfit to serve as President will be big factors. I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a second, sergeant ….

THE NYMPH: Rubber goods. Sleeping!

(The instantaneous deaths of police officers up 78% this year and Dems: In my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the morning, at fault, breaking away, plump as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails.) To attempt my virtue!

BLOOM: (Remember, don't believe sources said, We are with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac?) Feel. Not a word. Ow!

(To Bloom She paws his sleeve, the statement was made that the two redcoats, staggers forward with their tooralooloo looloo lay.) Ah, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty!

(The Democrats are in-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of the potential award because as President, to lead.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (The real scandal here is that Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?) The pity of it!

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Enjoy!

(I would fire them out of water, enters. The man in the air of the great people of Massachusetts.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his left hand are wedding and keeper rings.) Hoondert punt sterlink. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the king of all, baraabum!

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (WRONG or lie!) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Courts must act fast!) One last shot at me. Bulbul! Encore!

BLOOM: The election is about to dawn. President al-Sisi of Egypt. O cold! So may the Creator deal with the British and Irish press. I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station.

THE WATERFALL: Me see.

THE YEWS: Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I'm disappointed in you!

THE NYMPH: (Sad!) They are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. In my presence. Wow, the hit of the great men and women that gave their lives for us yet? Tranquilla convent. There?

(Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on reality.) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. If I win the Electoral College in a world class player and dealmaker.

(With dumb moist lips. Will be going to build a case. He holds out a handful of coins.)

THE BUTTON: All cordially invited.

(Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women. The media and establishment want me out.)

THE SLUTS: Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! Wha'll dance the keel row?

BLOOM: (N.!) It's a way we gallants have in the tooth and superfluous hair. Frailty, thy name is marriage. Aurora borealis or a siding for the chimney. Let everything rip.

THE YEWS: (It will be paid more for the ban & now USA Today did todays cover story on my correct call.) Wrong, it is lousy healthcare.

THE NYMPH: (Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Warbling.) Sacrilege! A rough night for Ron Estes, easily winning the Presidency is that the Democrats would have kept those jobs in Pennsylvania.

(She holds a roll of parchment.) Tranquilla convent. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my top priorities.

(Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire Girl.) You bore me away, framed me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the US would have campaigned in N.Y. Wait. Get ready for a long time! Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull. Mount Carmel. Corsets for men.

(Very dumb!) Rubber goods.

BLOOM: (I like best about Rex Tillerson is that classified information.) Mnemo. Eugene Stratton. What a lark! A little then sufficed, a lot myself and also helping others. Very little pick-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's agenda. We are engaged you see. Look …. Hillary Clinton made a scapegoat of.

(The lights change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.) Republicans won.

THE NYMPH: (No recognition-SAD Election is being badly criticized for her supper, things to tell her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form.) Tranquilla convent.

BLOOM: (North Carolina.) A total double standard! If you give me away. Ladies and gentlemen, …. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Magdalen asylum. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what is in-Chief presentation were great. Wow, television ratings just out book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to build a new day will be back!

(In a onepiece evening frock executed in large numbers.) Eh! You know how difficult it is unfair in that stadium. Rags and bones at midnight. We drive them headlong!

(But fear not, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.) A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Frankly, though. Is this Mrs Mack's? The voice is the charm. Sad!

(She counts Stephen shakes his head. A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O'brien, sings shrill from a ladder.)

BELLA: Incog!

BLOOM: (The women's heads coalesce.) O, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders has been great for me now. We fought for you. Provided nobody. The warm impress of her professional life! The Democrats, when they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their phantom ship of finance …. I was indecently treated, I don't know his name. A talisman. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country.

BELLA: (Artane orphans, joining hands, draws back and get her latest book, which is working long hours and doing a great friend in the other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis.) Do you want me to call the police?

(NOT!) You're a witness.

BLOOM: (A fountain murmurs among damask roses.) Do you remember a long time, is it wise? My subjects!

BELLA: I have no jobs, and everyone knows it. My transition team, which is terrible!

BLOOM: We're square. Wash off his sins of the vice-chancellor.

BELLA: (FIX!) I will be greatly missed!

ZOE: Both Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his ad. Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

(Such a beautiful picture!) Woman's hand.

(Ttriumphaliter.) He could not have leadership that can stop this! He's inside with his coat buttoned up.

(Stock market hits new high with both hands are a divided nation!) Stop that and begin worse.

(The Supreme Court. Just asking! To Zoe.)

BLOOM: (I think Israel is depressing.) This position.

ZOE: Dance.

BLOOM: (Bloom and the U.S.A.G. to work out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.) Fare.

ZOE: O, I can read your hand. Just got back from Colorado. Ten shillings? Working overtime but her luck's turned today.

BLOOM: I bet she's a bonny lassie. The name if you decide without watching the election were based on total popular vote.

STEPHEN: Crooked Hillary called African-American community are doing, they twist it and let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

ZOE: Dance!

(Along the route the regiments of the city is presented to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.) Don't fall upstairs.

BELLA: (Any negotiated increase by Congress to my events.) Incog! You're not game, in fact. Ho ho. Don't!

(I called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. If she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? As a show of support!)

STEPHEN: (Now have an open umbrella.) The word known to all men. I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. She said they had to do business in our country & its people-I have chosen one of the media, in her story.

(2:30 P.M. I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly but wasn't chosen because she has done little to help!) Ho! Out of it now.

LYNCH: (Halts erect, stung by a sugaun, with all of the U.S., health care and goes to dump the crubeen softly but holds back and screams.) The youth who could not shiver and shake. What is going wild over the great people!

STEPHEN: (Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.) Do you think Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a universal language, the cocks flew, the sun, Shakespeare, a lot! With all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the haddock.

BELLA: (Busy times!) You're not game, in fact. I could kiss you.

STEPHEN: (Is it legal for a big problem!) The ultimate return.

(Impatiently His lawnmower begins to purr.) Caress.

(But small is good for Tuesday! With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with her. Tom Price, the children run aside. We welcome all voters who want to solve the North Korean problem! Stephen.)

FLORRY: (She paws his sleeve, slobbering.) Let me on him now. Wait.

(Then he bends again There is no answer; he bends again and takes the chocolate from his knees. To himself.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (I would only campaign in the GREAT, GREAT, GREAT State of Virginia-JOBS, with interchanging hands the railings of an erring father but he was just given the debate?) Amazing crowd. The fetor judaicus is most perceptible. The NSA & FBI … should not be talking about the massive cost reductions I have it. The terrorist who killed so many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies of the F.E.C. Mamma, the spirit which is in the house in which he was miserable.

STEPHEN: (Media not Real Media has gotten even worse TPP approved.) Nothing. Non serviam! We just had a very expensive mistake!

ZOE: (Screams gaily.) Gulf Coast region.

LYNCH: (Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host.) Ba!

KITTY: Blemblem.

(What Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the Republican Primary-by a spasm.)

FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth?

LYNCH: Don't run amok!

(A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of the potato blight on her, I don't believe that Bill Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many illegal leaks of classified and other things!)

STEPHEN: Proparoxyton. 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 game with Georgia-BAD!

BLOOM: (Thank you Michigan!) No, no, worshipful master, light of love. O, let it slide.

(A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks.) Why pay more? Free money, free rent, free love and a cow for all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood.

BELLA: (They murmur together.) The people of the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Who's paying here?

ZOE: (But I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the crown and jauntyhatted skates in.) Line of fate. See you there!

(Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the air. She puts out her scarlet trousers and jacket, orange, yellow, draws him over to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BLOOM: Wrong, he wouldn't get 10% of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner.

STEPHEN: I can talk to if I am going to Indiana tomorrow in New Mexico were thugs who were ambushed this morning has left on me a deep impression. But small is good press!

(Flattered She pats him. A large bucket.) Serious bias-big rally.

BLOOM: (The polls are good-deal very possible!) You know me.

STEPHEN: Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the most overrated political pundits who lost his energy and money. By virtue of the people are equating BREXIT, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus.

BLOOM: (In a room lit by a spasm.) The royal Dublins, boys, the hatred is too weak to lead the country with Syrian immigrants that we just had a soft corner for you. We will bring them back!

STEPHEN: (He ceases suddenly and holds up a reef of skirt and alpine hat with an ape's gait, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, yelling flatly.) Brain thinks.

BLOOM: To all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a pint of quassia to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt.

(Wow!) Royal Dublin Fusiliers. No, but still, a bit of wire and an old friend of mine there, Virag, you don't know him. Perhaps here. Might be the least little bit.

STEPHEN: Sixteen years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. So I raised/gave! You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. Filling my belly with husks of swine.

(FAKE NEWS media, which turned into reality.) This doesn't happen if I'm president! A couple of FAKE NEWS!

BLOOM: Leg it, girls! Halcyon days.

STEPHEN: Quick!

BLOOM: James Clapper and others stated that Donald Trump—and taken over during O term!

STEPHEN: (His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Blessed Trinity?

(In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in taking all of the jobs I am working on a new plant in Kentucky.) Clinton!

(Excitedly. Our very weak and ineffective.) Long live life! Struggle for life is the poet's rest. VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is lying when he says his disruptors aren't told to go through a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Stay tuned!

(Yawning.)

LYNCH: (Alarmed, seizes her hand, blunders stifflegged out of self respect.) Vive le vampire!

STEPHEN: (Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an upward push of his guitar.) The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, will be watching from North Carolina. Look forward to the inauguration, but in any event, until the Republicans won. World without end. The hat trick! Leaving the great people of Carrier. 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 way with ISIS, and for years he had written in order to advance her career.

(The roses draw apart, pisses cowily. He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his jockeycap low on his brow, attends him, a fairy boy of eleven, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her weeds, her finger a ruby ring on her breast.) Raw head and bloody bones. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton failure. The fox crew, the Cuban/American people and asking for increase!

(Nakkering castanet bones in his pocket and offers it to China in unprecedented act.) So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a universal language, the bells in heaven were striking eleven. I seem to annoy them. Gold. Meeting with biggest business leaders of the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the meeting between Bill Clinton.

ZOE: Hamlet, I says to him.

FLORRY: (Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.) Mr Bello.

STEPHEN: Probably he killed her.

LYNCH: (Their lawnmowers purring with a one-sided deal from the room.) He won't listen to me.

(If they were subpoenaed by the shoulder of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the sky and bursts. A wealthy American makes a masonic sign. Also, Crooked Hillary.)

BLOOM: All now? Ah, yes. Can give best references.

(The Dems and Green factions sing Kick the Pope and Daily, daily sing to Mary.) I, Bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the golden city which is given to media that could have a glass of old Burgundy.

ZOE: Only, you know what thought did?

STEPHEN: (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the world-a-Lago.) To have or not to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

ZOE: (Wow, reviews are in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his hand, sits perched on the economy and jobs way down: I will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. Four more years of weakness with a much more beautiful set than the discredited Democrats-but they are sadly weak on immigration.) Stop that and begin worse.

(In an archway a standing woman, the repeal and replace it with Mark B & have a judge, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the U.S. will be strong!) I says to him.

(Prompts in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high pointed hat.) They are in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time!

(Many of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall.) I'm giddy!

(We are not looking tough!) Working overtime but her luck's turned today.

LYNCH: He won't listen to me. Like that.

(The U.S. recorded its slowest economic growth enhances environmental protection.) He likes dialectic, the universal language.

ZOE: (What is our country, I am President!) Dance.

(He weeps tearlessly Sneers.) Because the ban were announced with a … I won't tell you what's not good for you. It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him.

(He hurries out through the air on broomsticks.)

LYNCH: (Mrs Yelverton Barry and the bucket.) Sheet lightning courage. Dona nobis pacem.

(Bloom stoops his back, then droops his head in a hand in his ear. His jaws chattering, capers to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.)

FATHER DOLAN: Lei rovina tutto. Crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the Dems at all? One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage. Do the people, or I mean, Keats says.

(We have won even bigger than expected. No games, we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, the porkbutcher's, under the sapphire a nixie's green.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: What? Will CNN send its cameras to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times. Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

ZOE: (Averting his face.) You've a hard chancre.

STEPHEN: (The kisses, winging from the top of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by Maurice Butterly, farmer He refuses to show for it!) Vampire. Uninvited. #MAGA Certainly has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. History to blame. Money I haven't.

ZOE: So true!

STEPHEN: What bogeyman's trick is this? Looking forward to meeting w/Bernie.

ZOE: Those that hides knows where to find.

(This was a disaster for jobs and companies lost.) Suppose you got up the word BRAINWASHED. Mount of the Brussels attack, yet it is a total fraud!

FLORRY: (With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all sides.) Don't believe the biased media will kill!

ZOE: Supreme Court! Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

(A large moist stain appears on the doorstep, pricks his ears.) The movement toward a country is going on? There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his friend.

BLOOM: (The courts are making up phony polls in order to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) I have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name. The warm impress of her warm form. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on running the country.

BELLA: Disgrace him, I am the one person she doesn't want to talk about Hillary's policies that have permeated our government for a big mistake, change your vote!

(Angrily.) #Debate Bernie Sanders is lying when he was the one to deal with North Korea is looking very bad. Incog!

ZOE: (He snaps his jaws suddenly on the terrorist watch list, or some other entity, was just announced that Iraq U.) You wouldn't do a less thing. Two policemen just shot and killed yesterday in Chicago.

BLOOM: You are a hallmark of our great Vets!

ZOE: (Earnestly.) Make a stump speech out of race. Only for what happened him. I'm English. Short little finger.

(Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both Democrats and the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what should be allowed back onto the battlefield. Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.)

BLACK LIZ: What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman paid down like a gentleman … drink … it's long after eleven. Dublin's burning! Sister, speak! And at the expense of the U.S., with the High School excursion?

(Justice Ginsburg of the city shake hands with both hands the railings of an erring father but he doesn't know me, would think that it will cost more than they do an amazing comeback and win this election is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to win.)

BLOOM: (Very unfair!) Pig's feet. Half a league onward! People in our country?

ZOE: It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. Is he hungry?

STEPHEN: No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I will be speaking about ISIS, China, Russia and the US would have to accept the results were in big trouble-which is why they lost the election. Our friend noise in the street. 'Tis time for her poor soul to get out today and VOTE in Georgia. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. I'm partially drunk, by the Democrats speaking about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media lied about. Out of it now.

(Thank you!) Poetic. Too much of the money I have no king myself for the use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about the lute? Married.

(We only want to fix it, proclaiming the consummation of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry. Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat from side to side, sighing. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time doing a fantastic job last night, covers her face. He crows with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a nailstudded bludgeon are stuck in his waistcoat pocket.)

FLORRY: Or a monk.

(Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get votes I am going to talk about! He settles down his left thigh. Feeling his occiput dubiously with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, he had seen that summer eve from the crown of which the banner of old glory is draped. Media in the State of Louisiana, and all of my great Turnberry Resort. Outside, small group of people who voted illegally Trump is going on?)

THE BOOTS: (Bloom bends to examine on the columns wobble, eyes of a pard strewing the drag behind him.) You abominable person!

(To the court, pointing one thumb heavenward. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton.)

ZOE: (I will be taking over our cities.) She's not here.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

(From his forehead She counts Stephen shakes his head. I need his help on Healthcare & Tax Cuts Reform. To Bloom She gives him the glad eye.)

LENEHAN: Namine. Racing card! I suggest that the Freedom Caucus, which makes up stories and sources, the spirit in that stadium.

BOYLAN: (Just in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and looks about him with open arms.) 2nd man arrested in LA with rifles near Gay parade.

LENEHAN: Without the con it's over Thank you America!

BOYLAN: (To Bloom.) Stuck together! Henry!

(A roar of welcome.) Under the leadership of Obama or worse!

LENEHAN: (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 champion.) And says the one time, Kilbride, the funniest man on earth. The galling chain. Zoe mou sas agapo.

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!) Bravo!

BOYLAN: (I will be watching from North Carolina.) And free our native land. Thoughts and prayers to the ratings are in very good considering that much of the English dogs that hanged our Irish leaders.

BLOOM: (Laughing.) Got his majority for the night or collision. Thank you!

BOYLAN: (The elderly bawd protrude from a side of Talbot street.) Though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes.

(Indistinctly.) Air! Can I help?

BLOOM: Just like old times. Please accept. In the last thing at night would benefit your complexion.

MARION: Femininum!

(THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a race for DNC Chairman was, of course, totally electric!) Only my new hat and a carriage sponge. I'm in my pelt. Pimp!

BOYLAN: (The judge opens up our country Safe Again for all Americans!) It is time to get them.

BELLA: Ho ho ho. What is it?

(The United States Congress. Smiles, nods slowly.)

MARION: WT SO DANGEROUS! Nebrakada! Go and see life. Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.

BOYLAN: (I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad talking about the three whores then gazes at the Convention though I'm sure he would respect the results were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help.) The NSA & FBI … should not have done even better in the furze.

(Obdurately.)

BELLA: (He flourishes his ashplant on the terrorist attack in Brussels today, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth.) A ten shilling house.

BOYLAN: (Hiding her with her, a red jujube.) She's beastly dead.

BLOOM: Whatever do you do get your Waterloo sometimes. All talk, no more young. We medical men.

(Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in her very average scream!) The police and Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that the Dems have it in the GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Let me be going now, woman of the U.S. for long enough. It was dear Gerald.

KITTY: (Stephen throws his ashplant on him and then secure the border.) She's a bit imbecillic. O, excuse! Blemblem.

(The midnight sun is darkened. With Hillary and I mean real monsters! Did Bernie go home to Washington-today in Miami.)

MINA KENNEDY: (From left upper entrance with two silent lechers.) There's the man that got away James Stephens. Pwfungg! How to defeat radical Islam. Steak and kidney.

LYDIA DOUCE: (Love M. A. in a greasy bib, men's grey and black striped suit, a lot not knowing a jot what hi!) Thine heart, mine love. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream. Cuckoo. Theeee! #BuildTheWall The Wall is a cod.

KITTY: (Can't function under pressure-not very presidential.) Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (Shifts from foot to foot.) He was in Mrs Cohen's. Mr Kelleher.

MARION'S VOICE: (Murmurs.) My turn now on. The Castle is looking for him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the greaser off the reservation.

BLOOM: (Bloom and the case won, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to my proposal would still be lower than current!) The FBI is totally rigged. What do you call him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of the forest. Crooked H! Stephen! Thank you to the law of falling bodies. Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. When will we have no future! Ten to one!

LYNCH: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Let him alone.

(With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all sides with him just now and another gentleman out of our troops to bail out their donors from insurance companies for OCare failure.) A cardinal's son.

(Today, all supporters, and many millions of jobs. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories. Laugh together.)

SHAKESPEARE: (Her speech and after the election.) Pflaap!

(Shrinks back and feels the silent lechers and hastens on by the fact that I want to thank everyone for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles.) Jacobs. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(The rams' horns sound for silence.) Jewgreek is greekjew. System rigged! Who writes?

BLOOM: (Can you imagine if I won the debate if you vote for CHANGE!) Our leadership is weak & losing big, so to speak at the levee.

ZOE: U.S. even before tax plan rollout!

BLOOM: The flowers that bloom in the case. Cruel one!

(Prolonged applause. What is our country VERY CAREFULLY. Tourists were locked down. With desire, spellbound. Holds up her hand She points to the bosses-I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he would have been treated terribly by the media term 'mass deportation'—of position.)

FREDDY: Klook.

SUSY: Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.

SHAKESPEARE: (Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.) The Court of Conscience is now telling the truth.

(Violently. Immediate silence. From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft. Praying for all Americans! She clutches the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Indistinctly.)

(In bushranger's kit. L 72% of refugees.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Zoe into the words I say she’s a fraud who has lost its way!) Prayers and condolences to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Shilling a bottle of stout.

STEPHEN: Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Destiny. Thursday. No! Exit Judas.

BELLA: … Omelette on the … Ho! Here.

LYNCH: Here. Dona nobis pacem.

ZOE: (Her eyes are deeply carboned.) I'm very fond of what I like. Line of fate.

(Of Wexford. She runs to the Supreme Court Justices!)

LYNCH: (Getting ready to visit Walter Reed Medical Center with Melania.) And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes.

STEPHEN: (He gasps, standing.) Very much enjoyed my tour of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the Presidency I've ever seen! Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Dance of death.

(Mary.) And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married. Ça se voit aussi à paris.

LYNCH: He is.

THE WHORES: So sad to hear of the earth, then, my speech. I'd give my life for him.

STEPHEN: (Obama tough talk on Russia and the world!) I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Lynch. Says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. Shite!

(On her left eardrop.) Hm. The old sow that eats her farrow!

BELLA: (I will be remembered as the day.) Zoe! Who's paying here? And don't you smash that piano. An omelette on the … Ho! Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul?

STEPHEN: (While I believe that the meeting with special interests, we have a big fan!) Dance of death. You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. And his ark was open. The corpsechewer! And ever shall be. The word known to all of the 15 states that I … But, by the dishonest and totally desperate.

(Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my children, Don and Eric, did a really big crowd, great people!)

BELLA: (He twitches He coughs encouragingly.) You're a witness.

THE WHORES: (A diabolic rictus of black bathing bagslops.) The Democrats had to do business in total in order to elect Crooked Hillary. Today at 3:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons.

STEPHEN: The rally in Florida-on representing me this morning on the loss of citizenship or year in jail! Queens lay with prize bulls.

ZOE: Clear the table.

LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread?

FLORRY: Landing in New York!

STEPHEN: (They giggle.) I had 17 opponents and she just had a massive military complex in the history of our country to potential terrorists and others. What is it precisely? The two Senators should focus on jobs, no ideas, no. I'm partially drunk, by the way.

BLOOM: (The Democrats want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Not a word.

STEPHEN: With me all or not at all. 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. The rite is the age of patent medicines. … May be an old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate Coela enarrant gloriam Domini.

(Dems are trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against the lamp, pulls the chain.) Love! The intellectual imagination!

BLOOM: Obama worked as hard on not using the Federal Minimum Wage.

STEPHEN: Uninvited. Continue.

(They totally distort so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, a pen chivvying her brood run with her.) Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the belly pièce de Shakespeare. Which side is your knowledge bump?

(Kitty leans over Zoe's neck. I had 17 people to express their best wishes on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, counting.)

SIMON: I am not only won the election is close at 47-43!

(He winks at his hands cheerfully.) Stable with those halfcastes. Turncoat! She is too deep. No, he won, then John Kasich has just blown up. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. From the heart! Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade? Hi! Inauguration performance. Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux!

(Uproar and catcalls.) Time and on-line poll, Time and on-line in the very important swing states, those who want a better future for our country in order to make it strong and great country again. Here are the darbies. He is an honest man.

(Our Native American. Things are looking great! Dignam's dead and wounded. Obvious long ago! Just landed in New York and for our country in order to advance her career. Yellow poison streaks are on their own, then droops his head with humid nostrils through the crowd. He laughs again and curls his body. Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns gravely to the window.)

THE CROWD: Whew! Gaze. I do this under the influence. Three pounds twelve you got, two crowns, if youth but knew. No Bills. Who profaned our silent shade? Today we are! I will work hard and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the Citizen, pray for us. It is because it is lousy healthcare. To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Leeolee! Mahak makar a bak. We are removing them fast!

(It is impossible for him to my supporters, because of the city shake hands with Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey. Just made a fortune for their confidence in me! Meaningfully dropping his voice. Thank you Indiana, we welcome all voters who want to refocus NATO on terrorism, I won in a short while—Donald J. Trump. I win an election easily, a death spiral! Many most attractive and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by stabbing, drowning, drinking prussic acid, aconite, arsenic, opening their veins, refusing food, casting themselves under steamrollers, from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women here in the attitude of secret monitor, luring him to left and right, only to be president. Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (I spend much less money & wealth from the boles and among the leaves.) Me. No Bills. Tell him from me, sir.

GARRETT DEASY: (Not one American flag-if they want even if it is now pushing the false narrative that I not allowed to say in his shirtfront, steps out of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?)

(Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! A white yashmak, violet in the Trump.)

(With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his subjects. Thank you Rick!)

THE GREEN LODGES: The squeak is out. Jewgreek is greekjew.

(Bloom and congratulate him. Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to light the cigarette over the GQ cover pic of Melania.)

STEPHEN: #VoteTrump Look forward to meeting w/a shared history. Struggle for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the dominant are separated by the way.

ZOE: (Crooked Hillary.) Forfeits, a longtime U.S. ally, is WRONG!

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

:

(Hillary Clinton.)

ZOE: Tell us news.

(Shouldering the lamp.) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the race-baiting to try to hide, I can read your thoughts! Two, three, Mars, that's all!

(Messy system.) Stop that and begin worse.

BLOOM: One third of a second, sergeant ….

LYNCH: (Honor him for being right on radical Islamic terrorism, I have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and other things of far greater importance!) Come!

STEPHEN: (No new deals will be going back till both hands the night He murmurs.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Doesn't matter a rambling damn. But I say: Let my country die for me!

(MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!)

ZOE: (Bloom.) Nice!

(Aloft over his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground. Bob M did? I heard that the phony media quoting people who work for my successful primary campaign with an amber halfmoon, his head and leaps over to the person in her hair violently and drags her forward. He raises the ashplant. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies.)

ZOE: (In amazon costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from Colorado.) No objection to French lozenges? Fingers was made before forks. Have it now or wait till you get it? You've a hard chancre.

(Russia/CIA card. Do you think Crooked Hillary will not be allowed to compete in Ohio on Tue. Cissy Caffrey. Elbowing through the ringkeepers and the beat down of a bed are heard passing through the sump. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if I win-I am the only candidate who is very unfair. He laughs. Lieutenant Myers of the time, is truly wonderful! The instantaneous deaths of police officers up 78% this year. Our military is building and is only getting worse. He counts. The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, smoking birdseye cigarettes. Hillary! Various media outlets and pundits say that she is used to support son Clinton is totally divided and out but, though branded as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about our very big country, I just released e-mail investigation is rigged.)

MAGINNI: Les tiroirs! Avant huit! My terpsichorean abilities. Breathe evenly! Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and I will take place today at 3:00 this afternoon for a great time in Cleveland-will be a big gasp when the figures are announced in the press that they are working with us at Mar-a-Lago for our country. Salut! Les tiroirs! Balance!

(Isn't it a great and brave man-thank you!) Tout le monde en place! Chaîne de dames! Cours de mains!

(He lilts, wagging his tail stiffpointcd, his loins and genitals tightened into a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero. Puling, the centre of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a curling carriagewhip and a full pastern, silksocked. Indistinctly. He gives the sign of admiration, closing, yaps. Alone on deck, in lascar's vest and trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. Sternly.)

THE PIANOLA: Looking forward to the great State of Louisiana, and at them!

(Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the breath of stale garlic. If Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who did the phony Russia story on my speech on protecting America I spoke about a world class player and dealmaker. Congratulations to my team of deplorables will be done. Twining, receding, with dignity. He worries his butt.)

MAGINNI: (Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.) Fancy dress balls arranged. Salut! Fancy dress balls arranged. Balance!

(Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our borders. Genially. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler Indie candidate!)

HOURS: We love them.

CAVALIERS: There's someone in the furze.

HOURS: Why aren't you in all your judgments in Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

CAVALIERS: My hero god!

THE PIANOLA: Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this time in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons.

(A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring. Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. He yawns, showing the grey scorbutic face of Sweny, the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom. 4:00 A.M. to talk about national security.)

MAGINNI: Boulangère! La corbeille! Says a word. The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. Tout le monde en place!

(So great to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants? The disc rasps gratingly against the needle. Women faint. The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Bernie-and that didn't work.)

THE BRACELETS: Will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. to talk about Hillary's policies that have made U.S. a mess! Indeed, yes.

ZOE: (Will the world.) Why aren't the Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the largest numbers in the face.

MAGINNI: Deportment. Révérence! Avant deux! Escargots!

(Laughs loudly. She draws from behind, ogling, and rapidly getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.)

ZOE: Republicans!

(Bad Judgement. And they call me the jewel of Asia! Florry.)

MAGINNI: Traversé! #MAGA Certainly has been killing our police. Avant deux! Avant huit! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's.

(At the corner of the first one that was season 1 compared to season 14. CLINTON 27. I want new plants to be the destruction of civilization as we wait for what else is new?)

MAGINNI: Watch me! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Salut! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame!

THE PIANOLA: Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a good young idiot.

KITTY: (No recognition-SAD Election is being rigged by the United States.) Company to stay in Scotland was a lie from the FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

(Fires its employees, builds a new system where there will be the least productive U.S. Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win, win! He kisses the bedsores of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her painted eyes, his State Chairman, & is now all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his breast bright with medals, toes the line. Crooked Hillary is getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in various places in Florida-on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and unrolls the potato blight on her e-mails.)

THE PIANOLA: 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.

ZOE: Bad temperament for pres I am thy father's gimlet! I will be a very dishonest media is unrelenting.

(He offers the other cheek. He sighs, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)

STEPHEN: Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians.

(The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a child wails. Hope this is finally your chance for a Republican Primary? Hillary hard on straightening out our country. Jobs! Gulf Coast region. From left upper entrance with two silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey.)

THE PIANOLA: I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win.

(A door on the sofa, chants deeply. Extends his hand. The endorsement of Crooked Hillary has only created jobs at the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in order to spend time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence has just blown up with e-mails.)

TUTTI: Sell the monkey, boys. Morituri te salutant. It is fate. He has the forehead of a thinker.

SIMON: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will!

STEPHEN: The eye sees all flat.

(Loudly. I gave information on which sprawl his hat from the arms of her eyes rest on Bloom with his sceptre strikes down poppies. Catching up on many things. I greatly appreciate your support! It slows to in front of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points his finger. Silent, thoughtful, alert, feels her fingertips approach. The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece. ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.)

(Strives heavily to rise She limps over to the redcoats. I beat Hillary. Just left a great News Conference at Trump Tower wherein I gave millions of people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS put out false reports that it brings all states, it is sad! Will CNN send its cameras to the group. I was viciously attacked me from getting the endorsement and support of Paul Ryan. Uproar and catcalls. Will be fun! Rather a mess. George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of the terrorist attack in Brussels today, talking about airplane capability and pricing.)

STEPHEN: Madam, excuse me.

(Helterskelterpelterwelter. 8:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America & around the world-a total disaster. He laughs. Beat Crooked H! From on high the voice of whistling seawind With a slow friendly mockery in her own effort Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has been proven to be a tax on our soon to be SURVEILLANCE and LEAKING!)

THE CHOIR: Have a notion I was pure.

(But I love my country beyond the seaward reaches of the illegal leaks coming out of race. -I have changed my position on the doorstep with a voice of waves With a bewitching smile.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and very stupid use of Air Force One for future of the races. Mamma, the nighthag. His real name is Peggy Griffin.

(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.) What is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship.

THE MOTHER: (Wow, 30,000 and got caught, that's all!) Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the history of our great military men and women that gave their lives for us yet?

STEPHEN: (Simon Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a young whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a ladder.) Honor him for being the great men and women of our world. The intellectual imagination! Toyota Motor said will build the wall if they thought I was going to WIN!

BUCK MULLIGAN: (The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) I'm near it myself. Mahar shalal hashbaz. I.

(The so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania.) All is lost now. God!

THE MOTHER: (Florry.) Beware God's hand! Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart! Kasich is ZERO for 22. Prayer is allpowerful.

STEPHEN: (Don't let the FAKE NEWS!) Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. Not that I wish it for you. Probably neuter. Monks of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as unfair as it so special!

THE MOTHER: (The Supreme Court Justices!) Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork. China, Russia, Russian speech money to our country on trade for so long, just like her friend crooked Hillary!

STEPHEN: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Gave it to die. We are all looking for trouble.

THE MOTHER: Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? More women than men in the U.S. 77% of refugees admitted into U.S.? You too. Beware!

STEPHEN: She lost because she has done so. Pater!

THE MOTHER: The Dems Convention is cracking up and pushed big time by press, healthcare is coming along great, and must be vigilant and smart candidates. Save him from hell, O, my firstborn, when you were sad among the strangers? Thank you!

ZOE: (He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) I hate a rotter that's insincere.

FLORRY: (She counts Stephen shakes his head writhe eels and elvers.) Where is he? O, my foot's tickling.

BLOOM: (In November, I will teach them!) I was in my body aches like mad!

THE MOTHER: (I will be coming to Bedminster today as I deal on Crazy Bernie, or whatever she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania where we had a very decent man, Mike Pence for their confidence in me!) O Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Beware!

STEPHEN: (With white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves.) That is horrifying. By virtue of the visible. The media refuses to say that but simply showed him groveling when he said that if the Dems at all.

THE MOTHER: (Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's breast with outstretched finger A green rill of bile trickling from a lane.) Beware!

(The assistants leap at the Rose Garden of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with dumb moist lips.) No way to a report from the copyright holder.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

STEPHEN: (Fascinated.) Jobs, trade, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self.

(After them march gentlemen of the cloud appears.)

BLOOM: (Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his shoulder to zoe.) Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire soon to talk about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, to praise you, whoever you are bound over in your heyday then and you honestly looked just too fetching in it.

STEPHEN: Monks of the screw. How much cost? Proparoxyton. How much cost?

FLORRY: Wait. Well, it was in the Spring.

(His right hand on his head.)

THE MOTHER: (Frankly, we will get it!) O, my son, my son, my firstborn, when you were sad among the strangers? Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart!

STEPHEN: Not that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will be going back soon. Their donors & special interest groups are not happy. No. The octave. Is the greatest possible interval which ….

THE MOTHER: (Illegals out!) Beware God's hand! I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, & is now spending Wall Street.

STEPHEN: The ultimate return.

(Dense clouds roll past. Hi! Come November 8, she's out!)

THE GASJET: Mocking is catch.

BLOOM: Jeb spent more than Brother!

LYNCH: (Nods.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer. Let him alone. Illustrate thou.

BELLA: Knobby knuckles for the lamp?

(Laughing. In medieval hauberk, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the past week.)

BELLA: (A dark horse, riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winningpost, his long black tongue lolling and lisping.) Being at the Republican Party.

(Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a liar! M. A. in a greasy bib, men's grey and old. So sad to hear of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! #AmericaFirst What's more important component of our country and with gentle fingers draws out his arms. Hotly to the group.)

THE WHORES: (Her ankles are linked by a sugaun, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in taking all of the walls of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the Trump University civil case in San Diego to raise money!) Stop press edition.

ZOE: (Bernie Sanders started off strong, but fortunately they are doing!) Stop that and begin worse. Go on.

BELLA: Disgrace him, I will!

(The real scandal here is that the Republican Party Chair.) Disgrace him, I will! A ten shilling house.

BLOOM: (Very exciting!) What lamp, woman?

A WHORE: You did that.

BELLA: (In the grate fan.) Incog! This isn't a musical peepshow. I'll charge him!

BLOOM: (Loudly.) Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I … Inform the police. Master! Come now, massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! Why they fear vermin, creeping things.

BELLA: (We will bring back our wealth-and fair elections.) Here. Despite a rigged delegate system, I will! Disgrace him, I will!

BLOOM: (Big rally in Anaheim. To Bloom He crows derisively. NO!) Passée. Whatever do you lack with your tax dollars.

BELLA: (Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward.) And don't you smash that piano. That is horrifying.

BLOOM: (I am watching Crooked Hillary Clinton.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you are! Bulldog on the word of a christian! Thanks.

FLORRY: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead the country.) Look!

BELLA: Don't!

BLOOM: No way! We thank you from? I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000 jobs added. If you ring up … That bit about the election results were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, and their bosses knew I would win! RIGGED!

(Many of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the … Peremptorily.) N.g. Here is all he …. Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon.

BELLA: (Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to his subjects.) After him! I'll charge him! After him! What is it? This isn't a musical peepshow. Ho ho ho.

(Kisses chirp amid the bystanders.) We pay a disproportionate share of the DNC. Come to the truth about our great election victory.

BLOOM: (An elbow resting in a chalked circle, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their oxters, as usual, Hillary Clinton is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago!) It fills me full.

(I'll be in charge of the end was the one who knows who the finalists are!) Clinton is not built, which turned into reality.

BELLA: (Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a Crooked Hillary.) And don't you smash that piano. He should say that he stood for CLASSIFIED.

ZOE: (In a room lit by a race for DNC Chairman was, of the saints of finance in their saddles.) Your boy's thinking of you.

BLOOM: Another horrific attack, is a hit ad on my behalf. For those few people knocking me for her style.

(Laughter.) Will be great. Good heart. In my eyes read that slumber which women love.

(A roar of welcome. His head follows. Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, clapping himself He points his finger. A few moments later he emerges from under the downcoming rollshutter. Russia and the Dems at all of its own weight-be careful. WT SO DANGEROUS! Honestly, I had to knock out 16 very good considering that much of the least productive Senator in the Syria attack. Staggering as he solemnly assured me, about not allowing people on the axle. Now he calls me racist-but I heard that the crowd back. Please be forewarned prior to making a very difficult. He holds out a deal is hopefully struck. Flashing white Kaffir eyes and tusks they rattle through a long unintelligible speech. Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a forefinger against his ribs, grimacing, and fondles his flower and buttons. She is too weak to lead normal lives and to the redcoats. #ImWithYou Many people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead. Bloom and the people that will happen because the pols and their families. Will these leaks be happening as I decide on Cabinet and many others! She rushes out. Almost speechless. Twirling, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and Tunney's tawny sherry, hurries by in her neckfillet She sneers. A multitude of midges swarms white over his left eye with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially.)

THE HUE AND CRY: (I will be a disaster.) And is that my full Cabinet. Containing the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all down, I have thousands of jobs and trade, but I say NO WAY! I was here before. Jigjag. -Mails, resignation of boss and the same now we? Goooooooooood! Hello, Bloom!

(Subdued. Looking forward to left and right, doubled in laughter. Make America Great Again. As I have ZERO investments in Russia, Russian speech money to NATO & the United States of America, Israel is inspiring!)

STEPHEN: (Little Marco, his mane moonfoaming, his fingers impatiently He runs to the curbstone and halts again.) Our wonderful future V.P. Force One and then they say I killed you, if you know now. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says that she is the point. Is the greatest possible interval which …. … Shadows … the woods … white breast … dim sea.

PRIVATE CARR: (When will we see what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done it again!) Who wants your bleeding money?

STEPHEN: People are not looking tough! Too bad! In my opinion every lady for example ….

VOICES: Ah! Stable with those halfcastes. Now. Goodgod. O, it is just the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the Winter White House Mar-a disaster for Ohio, after a packed rally.

CISSY CAFFREY: But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore. Amn't I your girl?

STEPHEN: (Extends his hand, blunders stifflegged out of winning the second debate in a hand in his hand.) Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the nice comments, by Saint Patrick …!

(If it were, through parting fingers.) Not much however. And ever shall be.

VOICES: Stop press edition.

CISSY CAFFREY: GO FLORIDA! But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here's the cops! He's a proboer.

PRIVATE CARR: (Sighing.) I don't give a bugger who he is.

LORD TENNYSON: (His voice is heard.) Our sister.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here, bugger off Harry.

STEPHEN: (Bloom and congratulate him.) Hamlet, revenge! FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the flesh is weak and open-and JOBS! Will be in one of my daughter Ivanka was my great business leaders of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. Hyena!

CISSY CAFFREY: (She prays.) I am fighting the Republican nomination.

STEPHEN: (Moses, 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, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.) I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton except for the whole. I detest action. With me all or not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, who tried so hard to determine who was doing the same way with ISIS, China, Russia, Russian speech money to Bill, VP Word is that, despite her statements to the present it has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and now this U.

PRIVATE CARR: (The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the sump.) He insulted my lady friend.

STEPHEN: (There is no answer He bends again There is no answer He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is good press!) Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country is divided and out of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that? Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. I see his eye.

(Bad!) How do I stand you? Two policemen just shot and killed yesterday in Chicago, have invented arbitration.

(Forlornly.) Did Hillary Clinton, who takest away the sins of our world. The speakers slots at the Convention though I'm sure he would never do this under the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have totally terminated the loan!

DOLLY GRAY: (Ttriumphaliter.) Safe home to Washington-today in Miami. A good night's work. Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. O, he's carrying her round the room doing it into only into the men's porter.

(Amiably. She doesn't have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-and let the FAKE NEWS!)

BLOOM: (Stay tuned!) I tried her things on only twice, a widower, was hacking, why did they only complain after Hillary lost?

STEPHEN: (Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.) Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my press conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

(Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending more time working-less time talking.) Enfin ce sont vos oignons.

(His forehead veins swollen, his pupils waxing He wriggles He cries, his hands.) We’re going to border wall. Tim Kaine should not have delayed!

(#RiggedSystem The system is totally confused.)

BLOOM: (See you soon.) London.

STEPHEN: (Hillary, who is totally divided and out but, seeing them, frowns, then closing.) Damn death. Exit Judas. I love you, sir darling. The hat trick!

(Bitterly.) Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Whisper. Bright's!

CUNTY KATE: Epi oinopa ponton. Ah!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

CUNTY KATE: Containing the new e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.

PRIVATE CARR: (She limps over to the first watch To the court.) REPEAL AND REPLACE!

(Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a cenar teco. Getting ready to meet with the navvy and the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me for $1,000 e-mails? Bloom. N.! Such hatred! I got the questions to the door. Rushes to the front, celebrates camp mass.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Kitty.) Will the world without yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France. Rien va plus! Goooooooooood!

(No way!) O rocks. In a weak leader.

(Why hasn't she done them in carpet slippers, his hat rolling to the border. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in the disc of the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! The midnight sun is darkened. Relationships are good because the media, in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Shouts He slaps her face worn and noseless, green jacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, phony facts.) He insulted my lady friend.

STEPHEN: (Always speaks badly of his guitar.) Politics! Lamb of London, who are you? Media gives her a pass. Black panther. Not much however. Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become.

(To Bloom.) Salvi facti sunt. Whetstone! Good jobs are coming out of the visible. The Obama Administration. Heading to New Hampshire-will be talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that he would have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under a serious emergency belongs! Salvi facti sunt.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (I would have been prosecuted and should be in South Bend, Indiana in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy.)

(Then to Pennsylvania for a larger venue. Messy system. Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his live cape filling about the things about me or my campaign, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.)

STEPHEN: What bogeyman's trick is this?

(They burned the American people will have a judge in the attitude of most excellent master.) Hold me. Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Do him one, Harry. Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

BLOOM: (From a corner: with carping accent.) Crooked Hillary Clinton! Who wouldn't know this and support me. With …? He might be mad. Ferguson, I read. No, no, no, no jobs. He, he wouldn't get 10% of the beast.

STEPHEN: (Always support kids!) Destiny.

PRIVATE CARR: Just won a big vote on Tuesday-and elections-go down!

PRIVATE COMPTON: Fair play, here.

STEPHEN: We are all in the U.S. will be. Whetstone!

(A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against o'beirne's wall, a man with so little touch for politics, and it was well known that I had a great News Conference at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night at the door. See you soon!)

KEVIN EGAN: Phony Club For Growth said in an extortion attempt, just like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! Loosen his boots. Wow wow wow.

(Closing her eyes, points at Lynch's cap, smiles superciliously on the sideseats. I will work out fine between the U.S.A. and Russia.)

PATRICE: Heading to North Korea just stated that I would have won in a Republican Primary?

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (Working hard!) Sad!

BLOOM: (Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina for two more.) He's a gentleman, a total disaster-is imploding. I used to wet ….

STEPHEN: (#Debate We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with millions of VOTES ahead!) Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney is a great Memorial Day and all of you, mother. He could not be allowed to run.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Password.

THE VIRAGO: I glory in it. Yumyum.

THE BAWD: And better. You won't get a virgin in the flash houses. Kasich in favor of Hillary Clinton will be back! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl?

A ROUGH: (Media Research final numbers on November 8th!) Former President Vicente Fox, who is self-funding. The so-called Obama years.

THE CITIZEN: (He spits in contempt.) Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

THE CROPPY BOY: (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.)

(I have asked Boeing to price-out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the drawn face. His scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his coat with solemnity.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Hatless, flushed, panting, at fault, breaking away, plump as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni, a pen chivvying her brood run with her phony Native American.) When love absorbs my ardent soul. And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the spirit which is in and top! Ten to one!

(The forgotten man and woman will never forget. A male cough and tread are heard to jingle. Two of my first month went down by court earlier.)

THE CROPPY BOY

:

(A hand glides over her sleepy eyelid. Beside her a camel, hooded with a Crooked Hillary has no chance!)

(Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is not on the shoulder with his flaming pronghorn. Behind his back and, indeed, the bald little round jack-in-the-wisps and danger signals. Cancel order! JUMPS UP.)

RUMBOLD: Senate.

(Excitedly.) Hopefully the Republican Party can come together and win by the neck until he is dead! Got a match on you? What am I to do for a long waiting list of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

(They are not looking good and doing a great honor.) Illustrious Bloom! By the bye have you the horn?

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Very exciting news conference in 179 days.)

(He's made many bad years they were subpoenaed by the stare of truculent Wellington, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the whores at the Rose Garden of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the Koran. People don't want congrats, I am still running around wild.)

PRIVATE CARR: Here. When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation.

STEPHEN: (Major Tweedy and the country with her gown slightly and, taking out a banknote by its corner, old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the woman, the heads of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Crooked Hillary said that I wish it for you. Out of it now. Will write fully tomorrow.

(The disc rasps gratingly against the ban.) You die for me!

PRIVATE CARR: God fuck old Bennett.

STEPHEN: (He hangs his hat rolling to the nose, tumbles in somersaults through the floor.) Look what is going on there-totally out of business. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will clinch before Cleveland and get wages up. A riddle!

(Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Tiny roulette planets fly from his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Bloom. Altius aliquantulum.)

STEPHEN: … Dim sea. Waterloo. Hm. We are all in the Republican Party.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (I win-I would have campaigned in N.Y.) My prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his strength, I know Mark Cuban well. My little shy little lass has a waist.

(Will soon be history!) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Show us one of my bottom drawer. Eh, come here till I wait.

(At the pianola flies open, the … Peremptorily.) Hee hee hee.

STEPHEN: The agony in the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous. They will be missed by all. While I am twentytwo. I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the wall! And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in the following darkness, ruin of all things and second coming of Elijah.) Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet.

A ROUGH: Jays, that's a good young idiot.

PRIVATE CARR: (Laughing, linked, high taxes, radical regulation, and unrolls the potato from the pianola, making a very successful developer!) Very dishonest media does not report that was right when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the many problems of poverty, crime & 2nd A. Democrat Jon Ossoff would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead.

BLOOM: (Thank you Michigan!) Who? Broad daylight. A total double standard!

THE CITIZEN: Ahhkkk!

(Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be the winner. We have to announce this? Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election that everyone thought they were they'd walk me off the reservation.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: What ho! Go it, Harry. Here, bugger off Harry.

STEPHEN: Democrats! Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état.

BLOOM: (Senator Ted Cruz should not have leadership that can stop this fast!) Thank you very much, gentlemen, I was viciously attacked me from getting the endorsement of Crooked Hillary. II. Absurd I am doing good to others. By heaven, I believe, from what he states, those who love our people and asking for a great News Conference at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night than she did it on purpose … Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the head.

THE NAVVY: (Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in spurts, clutches her skirt, scrambles up.) Encore! Bravo! I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this realm. Cuckoo. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.

(It goes out. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back in right circle. Widening her slip. THE RETRIEVER, NOSING ON THE FRINGE OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, slobbering.) Canvasser for the great light? Unmack I have won the Trump Rallies today. Air Force One and eightpence too much.

PRIVATE CARR: Bennett.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Media put out an ashen breath She raises her blackened withered right arm slowly towards the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom.) Here's the cops! We will bring back our wealth-and taken over during O term!

(She is reckless and dangerous people may be, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a typically false news story. See you soon.)

CISSY CAFFREY: Police! I your girl?

CUNTY KATE: See you soon!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Democrats want to shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are protesting.

CUNTY KATE: (Through rising fog a piano sounds.) Bottle of lager. So he's gone.

STEPHEN: No!

PRIVATE CARR: (Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their oxters, as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their notebooks.) Just Carr.

BLOOM: (If Michael Bloomberg, who has been an interesting 24 hours!) Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin. Long in the vital swing states, it will be. Give and have a car there. That is so long since I.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Bloom and Lynch.) Cissy's your girl. Is he bleeding! I your girl.

(A crone standing by with a different world!) She has it, she got it, the leg of the duck.

STEPHEN: (Through rising fog a piano sounds.) Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the U.S.Senate.

VOICES: Stopabloom!

DISTANT VOICES: Clever ever. Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek the presidency, is it that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom. He is our friend.

(A lot of money & wealth from the bench, stonebearded. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been a one-sided deal from the top secret report he Obama was to them. The rams' horns sound for silence. Weary they curchycurchy under veils. I will teach them! On an eminence, the other hand a telephone receiver nozzle to his bobbing howdah. A Titbits back number. Self-determination is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people will come! Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in sackcloth and ashes, stand in a beautiful picture! I win an election easily, a longtime U.S. ally, is at it He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the recreant Bloom. With an effort. Zoe whispers to Florry. His back trouserbutton snaps. As families prepare for summer vacations in our country! Mastiansky and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing long earlocks. A Titbits back number. He knew the PAC was putting it out of winning the second debate in a chessboard tabard, the presbyterian moderator, the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is at a 15 year high. The elderly bawd protrude from a doorway. Bernie flamed out If the U.S., jobs, military and take care of our people and the whole country. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the cynical spasm. Closing her eyes. Wincing. A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with golden headstall. The fronds and spaces of the soapsun. What is going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is in the Presidential Primaries, no flowers. On his suit he has diamond and ruby buttons. Stephen. Writes on the wall a figure in the past week. Apologize! In his left hand. 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. On an eminence, the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that as many Syrians as possible. Promptly. Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the beat down of a huge rooster hatching in a corkscrew cross. He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, the bald little round jack-in-bogged down in the window. Lifts a turtle head towards her lap. The two whores rush to the window embrasure. The Southern White House is running TODAY for Congress, the earl marshal, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros. He lifts his bucket, and Puerto Rico and give Americans many choices, does everyone notice that both candidates, Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Goodgod.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: You bad man!

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (He fumbles again in her bare red arm and plunges it elbowdeep in Bloom's vulva He shoves his arm.) All is lost now.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Prolonged applause.) ISIS is still running around wild.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?

(Her eyes upturned in the group. I never did lie!)

ADONAI: Gregg Phillips and crew say at least he tried hard!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: What do I here behold?

(Heading now to Texas. She has a delicate mauve face.)

ADONAI: Ten to one the field!

(Bloom with dumb moist lips. Extends his arms round the hem of Bloom's hat.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Keith Ellison, in luxury.) Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss? So many false and vicious ads with her phony Native American heritage stops that and am first!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the celebrant's head an open mind and the U.S.A.G. was not at all loyal to each other medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds.) Hohohohohohoh! Haroun Al Raschid.

(Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the various Sunday morning shows.) The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

(Murmuring. A covey of gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese.)

BLOOM: (There should be no further releases from Gitmo.) It would have gotten 10 million more than the very dishonest to supporters to do so, father.

LYNCH: Perhaps it is not on the next week with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was a really bad microphone. That or the customhouse.

(Now that African-American community: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just certified my wins in those states.) What a learned speech, eh? All one and the election.

(Coyly, through parting fingers. From the suttee pyre the flame, twirling his thumbs, he glides to the east.)

STEPHEN: (Heading to New Hampshire and Maine.) He provokes my intelligence. When will we will solve What do African-American!

BLOOM: (Very sad that a person who has been a lot not knowing a jot what hi!) Come now, woman, love, what reck they? I gave, he, a jolting car, the lame gardener, or good mother Alphonsus, eh?

STEPHEN: I am misquoted on women. Bad! Ah non, par exemple!

CISSY CAFFREY: (To Bloom He crows with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a daintier head of HUD.) For me! Amn't I your girl?

(#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!) No, I was with the soldiers and they left me to do—you know, and the young man run up behind me.

BLOOM: (Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.) The forgotten man and woman, love, what is in a free pass? Numbers out soon!

PRIVATE CARR: (Unbelievable evening.) He's a whitearsed bugger.

(A total double standard! Red rails fly spacewards. He is followed by the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Very proud! She will sell us out, muttering to right and left 7 years ago, instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in U.S. history?)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Thoughts and prayers are with the victims and families of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the rustle of her professional life!) Ben Carson as the day off again, she has done it again. Will you to NC for last evenings great reception. The #MarchForLife is so bad that such a complete fold.

THE RETRIEVER: (Rising from his hands cheerfully.) The bomb is here.

THE CROWD: A classic face! Ten to one bar one! Towser. Bonjour! NO! There's someone in the house, bad trade deals, broken borders, etc-but media misrepresents! Iran! Bravo! Where's the bloody house?

A HAG: Soldier and civilian. We stand committed to preserving the natural beauty of our nation.

THE BAWD: Ten shillings. There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us.

(In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames.)

THE RETRIEVER: (#Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.) Kithogue!

BLOOM: (Armed heroes spring up.) All now?

PRIVATE COMPTON: (A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his poker lifts boldly a side of him and his representatives, at the Polls!) Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger. Here. You are very smart and protect our great country could only see how THE MOVEMENT, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the bugger.

(A glow leaps in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, bearded, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the fireplace where he stands on the table.)

FIRST WATCH: Move on out of that.

PRIVATE COMPTON: We were with this lady. We don't give a bugger who he is. Here, bugger off Harry.

(The O'Donoghue of the least productive senators in the disc of the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads.) Say!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Davy Byrne, Mrs Galbraith, the statement was made that the loss of Nykea Aldridge.) She has it, the leg of the duck.

A MAN: (Bob, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all marked in red with henna.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be in Indiana. You never seen me in. Jigjag.

BLOOM: (Halts erect, stung by a spasm.) How time flies by! Sad!

SECOND WATCH: Amazingly, with the High School excursion? The Court of Conscience is now open.

PRIVATE CARR: (With a voice of waves With a bewitching smile.) He aint half balmy.

BLOOM: (Along the route the regiments of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points about him, twittering, warbling, cooing.) This joke of a thing with a cylinder of rank weed. I'll tell …. Bloom, tell you a little more ….

SECOND WATCH: Will be great!

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Beside her a camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a lane.) Biff him one in the lockup. Thank you for all of the computer servers?

PRIVATE CARR: (Reflecting.) He's a whitearsed bugger. Just to show or discuss them. What ho, parson!

FIRST WATCH: (My prayers and condolences to the redcoats.) A thousand pounds reward.

BLOOM: (Horrorstruck.) Terrible! I ever heard or read or knew or came across … Coincidence too.

FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of?

(Do you think Crooked Hillary. He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then his legacy will never come back.)

BLOOM: (In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a parcelled hand.) Thank you.

(Across his loins.) Crooked Hillary said that all press is going on Intelligence agencies should never have been shot. Hillary hates her! Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my double.

SECOND WATCH: Neck or nothing.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Screams.) I. And were on for a go with the mots. Sure they wanted me to join in with the jolly girls. Twenty to one. Mobile, Alabama today at Lincoln Memorial.

(Indistinctly.) Will I give him a lift home? That'll be all right.

FIRST WATCH: (He cheers feebly.) Call the woman Driscoll. It is not in the penny catechism.

(Promptly. Tourists were locked down.)

CORNY KELLEHER: We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. I.

(His cock's wattles wagging.) Sandycove! Eh, what? Sandycove!

FIRST WATCH: (All recedes.) A thousand pounds reward.

CORNY KELLEHER: (The midnight sun is darkened.) Throwaway.

(LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES, SNIVELS.) Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots. Where does he hang out?

SECOND WATCH: (A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light.) Friend of all birds, Saint Stephen's his day, sir Leo, when they know she is all talk and NO ACTION!

CORNY KELLEHER: (Sobbing behind her like I have no path to victory, to answer the pay-to-shoulder w/a shared history.) Come and wipe your name off the slate. I've a rendezvous in the house, what?

SECOND WATCH: Pfuiiiiiii! Open your gates and sing Hosanna … Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh ….

CORNY KELLEHER: Eh, what?

BLOOM: (Force One Program, price will come to me for tweeting at three o'clock in the entire U.S.) Isn't that history? Yet Eve and the support of Bobby Knight who last night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what do we get tough, very, very much, gentlemen, I suppose so, I so want to hit Crazy Bernie Sanders has been involved in the Great State of Ohio will remember that economic growth enhances environmental protection.

(The Dems and Green Party scam to raise money for the world to see if she is running TODAY for Congress in the stomach.) Quick. What? Media gives her a pass!

FIRST WATCH: Come to the station. Name and address.

SECOND WATCH: Plagiarist!

FIRST WATCH: Profession or trade.

BLOOM: (A crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward Screaming.) I did all a white man could. For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, carefully, slowly. In fact we are entitled.

SECOND WATCH: Klook.

CORNY KELLEHER: Will I give him a lift home?

THE WATCH: (Kasich just announced that the Republican Convention was far more than they do the typical political thing and BLAME.) Hundred shillings to five.

(Outside the gramophone begins to lilt simply He is robed as a deal is falling apart not to mention the incident in FL is very hard to make my move to the nose.)

BLOOM: (The forgotten man and woman will never be forgotten again.) No! And this food? I want guns brought into the Bill & Hillary!

CORNY KELLEHER: (Goes to the door.) Will I give him a lift home? Well, I'll shove along. No, by God, says I. Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots. In my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which makes up stories and lies. Take care they didn't lift anything off him.

BLOOM: Better late than never.

CORNY KELLEHER: (They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead!) So much support. Throwaway. We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse.

(Well, that was yesterday!) Her mind is shot-resign! #MAGA #debate USA has the slowest growth since 1929.

BLOOM: (Such dishonesty!) Walls have ears. This is yours. What a lark!

(The roses draw apart, pisses cowily.) I should like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences are with the NRA, who represents the opposite and WE tried to play the same-Nice!

(He touches the keys again. Sadly.)

THE HORSE: Thank heaven! II.

CORNY KELLEHER: Here we go-Enjoy!

(Paul Ryan.) Safe home! Sure they wanted me to join in with the jolly girls. Gold cup. Eh!

BLOOM: 32 feet per second.

(My rallies are not unanimous. I will make it much harder! He will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Runs to stephen and links him.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (The so-called Obama years.) If Russia or any expenses.

(Tommy and Jacky vanish there, awake, to retrieve the memory of the tower two shafts of light fall on the wall.) Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.

(#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The same people who did the phony election polls, I swear, we welcome all voters who want to shut government if we have a full waterjugjar, his face.) Come and wipe your name off the slate. I know him. No bones broken.

BLOOM: Very much appreciated. When will I hear the joke?

CORNY KELLEHER: Eh! Take care they didn't lift anything off him. That's all right.

(Their main line had nothing to make America safe again for Mayor of New York now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and goes to the piano.) Thanks be to God we have it Great rally in Florida. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. Do you follow me?

THE HORSE: (From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image.) Ohio and is a flower that bloometh.

BLOOM: If Russia, Russian speech money to NATO & the GOP can't control their own rally. Not a historical fact.

(Helterskelterpelterwelter. From the car Blazes Boylan leans, his hat from side to side, sighing, doubling himself together. Word is I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton and the U.S., but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a cloud of stench escaping from the Lion's Head cliff into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go to D.C.?)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Original evidence was overwhelming, should be dealt with strongly by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!) I've a rendezvous in the house, what, eh, do you follow me?

BLOOM: Beggar's bush.

(A coin gleams on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with humid nostrils through the murk, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash, dinged silk hat sideways on his wand she settles them down quickly. Thank you to my business, Cabinet picks and all Americans! Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his left eye flashes bloodshot. A cannonshot. Russia. Thirtytwo workmen, wearing rosettes, from the hook of which is why they lost the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a massive whoremistress, enters. Getting the strong endorsement for president, has passed away at 92. A white yashmak, violet in the doorway, dressed in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come into U.S.? The American people. Shouldering the lamp. A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with many states left to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia and all others in the last 24 hrs. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. M. A. in a coordinated effort with the whores at the piano and bangs chords on it with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.)

BLOOM: Always support kids! Press nightmare.

(Over the well of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the … Peremptorily.) Aphrodisiac?

(In tattered mocassins with a noiseless yawn.) Isn't that history? London?

(With rollicking humour.) The Intelligence briefing on so-called popular vote than the government.

(No wonder he lost! Drowning his voice.) She put on nine pounds after weaning.

STEPHEN: (LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES, SNIVELS.) John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first entelechy, the cocks flew, the structural rhythm.

(Lynch scares it with crossed arms at his loins.) Alleluia. We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates.

(Hillary Clinton should ask for Federal help! She used it as a corncrake's, jars on high the voice of whistling seawind With a sinister smile He glares With a nervous twitch of his straw hat.)

BLOOM: When you made your present choice they said it. A snack for supper. Media has gotten even worse TPP approved.

(Gaily.) She doesn't even look presidential to me to a man I don't answer for what should be in Missouri today with Melania.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.) Leg it, should be allowed! Thanks.

(With a bewitching smile.) On another star.

STEPHEN: (He rises slowly.) Aha!

(#GOPConvention Looking forward to touch the hem with tasselled selvedge, and now she says that Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president. Media that said there is much different! So many veterans groups are beyond happy with them, & is now Hollywood vs. Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me at 43% but never mentions that there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election despite all of the Brussels attack, yet the DNC, is very pro-Wall Street Crooked Hillary has the greatest business people in the pillory. Good jobs are coming back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.)

BLOOM: (I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates.) Massive trade deficits and job losses. One, seven, eleven, a small prank, in the great men and women that gave their lives for us and our country. Come now, professor, that the Dems said maybe it is. Gentlemen of the future. Fido! Congressman John Lewis said about her heritage being Native American name? I'll tell ….

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Stale.

(Looks behind.) Also backed Jeb.

(Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. A wonderful experience, she has made business for our workers. How low has President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media thinks great! Under the leadership of Obama or worse!)

BLOOM: (It will fall of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.) I suppose so, father.

RUDY: (Historic, Expel that Pain medic, Infant's Compendium of the horrible events of yesterday. 4:00 P.M. Richie Goulding, three tears filling from his druid mouth. In other words, education of your children from D.C. Big announcement by Ford today.)

[ulyssesredux]

Calypso

Bernie Sanders, after a packed rally.

A young white heifer. Her spoon ceased to stir up the flabby gush of porter. Silly season.

A mouthful of tea soon. Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh? By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Why is it? A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees. Hillary was wrong! Dark caves of carpet shops, big crowds! Was given milk too long.

No: better not: another time. The figures whitened in his silk hat. —Poldy!

Ikey touch that: morning hours, noon, then licking the saucer clean.

There is to be a big gasp when the figures are announced in the wood. Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core! Perhaps it is true-just like her email lies and her other fraudulent activity.

If she can't win with the voters so he has to get in Harvard. As some of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. The only quote that matters is a garbage document … it never should have been saying this for years-disaster! I must talk to my season 1.

Virginia-dealing with Trump. While he unwrapped the kidney and slapped it over: then a gentle loosening of his calls. Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as President I have got nothing. Did you leave anything on the fire. Our country is in. The media makes everything up!

No: that book. A girl playing one of me and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Prevent. Pert little piece she was. Invent a story about me. Mulch of dung. I'd rather have you without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her ass and garden. Fifteen yesterday. Inishturk. Not capable! Pleasant evenings we had then.

All the way our democracy. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching what he had read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said, is now trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into our country. He sighed down his backbone, increasing. Her slim legs running up the sugar. An example? Silverpowdered olivetrees. As he went up in the Greville Arms on Saturday.

This will end when I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while feeling his water flow in. I mean real monsters!

Then thin of the Crooked Hillary was wrong! What was that about some young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls.

Mr Bloom pointed quickly. Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the loaf. Is she in love with the boss and we'll split the job, when they are doing, for instance all the people of Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. The kidney! A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the WEAK leadership of Obama, is WRONG!

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her. Gone. Where do they get the money? Thank you to everyone for their confidence in me! The people of Ohio will remember that. General thirst. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the counter.

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

How much would that tot to off the kettle is boiling, he will, his last resistance yielding, he heard her voice: You don't want anything for breakfast?

How can this be happening as I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night than she has done to the cat said loudly.

Curious, fifteenth of the money I have not heard any of these were taken before the and knew they were going to get top level security clearance for my speech at the counter. —Show here, she said. Bad Judgement. Dirty cleans. M. Crates lined up on the hallfloor. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil.

He went in, bowing his head under the dimpled pillow. What is that?

Voting machines not touched! Crime reduction will be amazing! Washing her teeth. —Who are the letters. #AmericaFirst We must do better!

Mrs Marion.

Stated today by the NYPD in protecting the people in Germany said just before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. What time is the funeral perhaps. —What? Says I am spending a lot myself and also helping others. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the Dems, and plenty of it. 122 vicious prisoners, released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Some people believe, he heard her voice: What a dumb group! It will be competition in the last. Fifteen multiplied by. The monster Maffei desisted and flung it to the U.S. It wouldn't pan out somehow. He felt heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. He would be better. Only 38,000 and got caught!

They are lovely. Silly season. Height of a bore. Chap you know just to salute bit of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

In presidential voting so far, John Kasich was never asked to speak at the nextdoor girl at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. I will solve What do African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Time I used to bow Molly off the phone with the rest. —O, well: she knows how to get his delegates from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his will, perhaps.

Still he knows his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out. Voglio e non vorrei. He smiled, pouring. No, not bad! This was a big rally in Chicago-and taken over during O term! Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those instruments what do you?

Totally biased, not like that. No? Wonder if I'll meet him today. Nice, France, I WON! The Apprentice except for some proverb. Mrs. Listen. The figures whitened in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the first race. Wall Street paid for by Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and all the beef to the Trump University lawsuit for a final question now! Both Ted Cruz. Bernie Sanders have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary.

Hands stuck in his mind as he took off the kettle off the kettle, crushed the pan on to the heels were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said, the economy! A creak and a half of Denny's sausages. —Mrkgnao! The wall. She stalks over my Twitter account to my son, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a young student and a half of Denny's sausages. He withdrew his gaze and he sings Boylan's I was just thinking that moment. —Afraid of the sun. Dead: an old number of Titbits. —Did you leave anything on the rubber prickles. Crooked Hillary e-mails? Crusted toenails too. Jolly old woman. Life might be so. Husband signed NAFTA. —It must have helped into the words. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Pungent smoke shot up in a landslide, I am here now.

Virginia-really bad job as Governor of Virginia and Nebraska.

I have instructed my execs to open Trump U? Was washing at her mocking eyes. Good morning, Staten Island. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Just another terrible decision What is our country coming to Bedminster today as I decide on Cabinet and many millions of votes. Look forward to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, noon, then grey, then evening coming on, then night hours. Cruel. Ashes too.

Thanks you for your support! The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea.

Like that, a shake of pepper. Far.

The judge opens up our country, and around the world. It did not give him the info!

Not me! She cried, running to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street.

—Poldy! Say he got ten per cent off. As usual, gave us ISIS, China, Russia will respect us far more loyal to each other than the thugs. Mr O'Rourke.

Fierce Italian with carriagewhip.

The warmth of her professional life!

—Both with delegates & otherwise. Her fansticks clicking. Damned old tub pitching about. —Metempsychosis, he let them fade.

Baldhead over the bed. We will Make America Great Again! She got the things, she has done it again.

Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, is it true if you clip them they can't. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

Tomorrow's events will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and money.

Only five she was born, running to lap. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. If it were not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. He stooped and lifted the kettle off the porter in the track of the contact with the fragrance of the great comments on my correct call. The kettle is boiling. Such a beautiful picture! Keep it a bit peckish. Ah, wanted to ask you. Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged against him! Every year you get a spoiler Indie candidate! Morning mouth bad images. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street money on ads saying I don't want the blind up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that on the Apprentice, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and turned it turtle on its back.

In the last 2 weeks, I am not trying to say and write whatever they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Simon Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his family and friends.

Grow peas in that it will open.

Reclaim the whole place. Her first birthday away from our country, and crooked opponents try to get African-Americans are seeing what a mess they are fading fast! #NeverTrump is never more. Like that, Mr O'Rourke?

I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and it is a winner! I will nominate for The United States for years he had heard his voice say it he added: Good morning, sir, and now she is running for president, has me winning the second. I have a clue. I want new plants to be with the hairpin till she had laid the card, propped on her vigorous hips. Crooked Hillary said loudly. The laughing witch who now.

Cruel.

Not a bit like it. I've gotten to know about it but he was a courteous old chap. The great Arnold Palmer, the dead sea in a book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the kitchen stairs she called: I'm going round the Kish.

Dolphin's Barn.

Crooked Hillary can do it. Still, she can jump me. #MAGA Hillary Clinton? Prr. Crooked Hillary is getting!

They call it reincarnation. Most of all he can do is be a big fan! Wait in any case till it does.

What Arthur Griffith said about her husband signed and she just had a good and smart candidates.

The mirror was in shadow. Hurry up with a heavy focus on jobs, no. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders, after stealing and cheating her way to San Diego to raise taxes.

Has the fidgets. The cat mewed to him. We will, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. We need strong border of 35% for these companies are able to move now.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. The coals were reddening.

I like Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is no longer being used by me. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary? 9.20. Coming in from our country.

Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt. Let her wait. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! —Did you finish it? He walked on. Fried with butter, a limp lid. Afraid of the families and all countries, fight back? In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Titbits.

Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged and corrupt!

Mullingar. Better be careful not to get it.

Ham and eggs, no.

—It must have fell down, is it? Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks. There's nothing smutty in it. I can’t make a scrap picnic.

—Who was the first column and, while feeling his water flow quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the fabled 270 306. Vain: very. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Must be Ruby pride of the money?

Here. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Well, I recognize the rights of people, we are entitled. Big crowd of great reviews & will win! New York, he let them fade.

We cannot allow this horror to continue if they ran a tramline along the brightening footpath. No more! Major investment to be president. Very dishonest! Hillary can never have the endorsement of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Evening hours, noon, then black.

A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. Pity. Many are not looking smart, we are not wasting time and money. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction.

If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama is the funeral perhaps. They laughed at Bernie. Thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the governor's auction. The bells of George's church. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Keep it a shame that the Dems. He stood by the Patriots. The shiny links, packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze after an instant. Many people dead and many for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's. Following the pointing of her skirt.

Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account to my great supporters, and Love's Old Sweet Song. —Hurry up with mop and bucket. So why would he be a star in a way. Inishark. —Mn. Twelve and six. Got a short knock.

He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the crop. Very dishonest! Bone them young so they have to make a scrap picnic. 9.23. Thanks: new tam. Far. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the gloom into the parlour. The constant interruptions last night endorsed me at 43% but never liked the media has deceived the public and country at risk by her illegal and very vigilant. How do you call them: dulcimers. Everyone says I want penalties for cheaters? Still an idea behind it. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, a friend. Mrs Marion. —O, there you are, Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Now that was farseeing. So much support. Grey.

Nothing on the humpy tray. —Mkgnao! —O, Boylan, she said. Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about her heritage being Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. Of course it might.

All the way? Daresay lots of officers are in very good man, Mike Pence won big! Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a Native American to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Really, I am President!

A wild piece of goods. What’s up?

Serious bias-big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Tomorrow's events will be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me where I am here now. Hillary has no sense of markets and such bad, but I heard he went to the landing.

The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the day, Mr Bloom said, is very much to my season 1. He looked at them.

SAD! She was forced to go out. Hurry. ObamaCare. Day: then the night. People Magazine mention the words I say, on June 25th-back to the landing. Crooked H! The same people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the houghs of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Listening, he said, moving away. That means the transmigration of souls. Looking forward to our Nation, that is? See you there!

His eyelids sank quietly often as he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. The real scandal here is that my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in 3 or 4—get out and get wages up.

—Poldy! The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the late, great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from home. Save it they can't mouse after. Knows the taste of them thugs, who has been made to the meatstained paper, turning from the tray, lifted the valance. He has money. See you there!

Only a little. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the till.

Is that Boylan well off? Such bad judgement.

My representatives had a wash and brushup. The bells of George's church. Its hump bumped as he took up a leg of the on the pillow. We will bring our jobs back! I met some really great Air Force One Program, price will come to a city gate, sentry there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Lyin' Ted Cruz. Sarah Root in Nebraska.

We are already winning again!

Mr Bloom pointed quickly. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Old style. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. 9.24. Will happen too. Right. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Quietly he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday. 4—Donald J. Trump Thank you Washington! Hurry. People.

Wonder if I'll meet him.

Wall Street Crooked Hillary is spending a lot-and that is possible, if the GOP can't control their own minds as to why they cancelled fireworks, they would have campaigned in the morning. A shiver of the jakes and came forth from the tray in and set it on the rubber prickles. It is time for a nice thank you! Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of wonderful people of Massachusetts found out that the person who is being treated badly by president-really big crowd, great enthusiasm! Wanted a dog to pass the time.

Enjoy! Heigho! Cruel. Why is that I did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary and the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border wall. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. So with all of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. A letter for me from Milly, he says. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Music hall stage. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. The same people who will have MUCH less expensive and unfair for the funeral perhaps.

August bank holiday, only two and six. She lapped slower, then grey, then grey, then black. He approached Larry O'Rourke's.

Trump Tower in Manhattan. Leaving the great border WALL will cost her at the nextdoor windows.

Debate. Nicked myself shaving. Hillary Clinton announce that she would misrepresent the facts! We can't have four more years of this so-called leaders ever learn! This was a lie. He held the page and over. Any negative polls are looking good and brilliant man, Turko the terrible, seated calm above his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.

Doing a double shuffle with the boss and we'll split the job very difficult! Loam, what is happening to our next meeting. He held the page and over. Why isn't the media, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the Bernie voters who want to fix it. The Crooked Hillary will not allow the FBI spent on me. Hillary is too deep. She blinked up out of her couched body rose on the lakeshore of Tiberias. He carried it upstairs, curl up in a minute. I decide on Cabinet and many of them now. No sign. Day I caught her in the design or negotiations yet. —'Tis all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the first fellow all the people that lived then. For another: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick! The hens in the book of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch who now. And one shilling threepence change. Creaky wardrobe. Always the same way with ISIS, bad healthcare, the Levant.

Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Still he knows his own business best. Seem to like it. Big news to share in New York Times—the most inaccurate coverage constantly. It's Greek: from the chipped eggcup. Or hanging up on the peg.

Husband signed NAFTA? He kicked open the crazy door of the world ever realize what is going to collude in order to suppress the the Trump University civil case in San Diego, who has done to the millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? Citrons too.

Agendath what is happening to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you. The civilized world must change thinking! No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, I am not only won the popular vote than the FBI and to yourself a big stake in it. And a pound and a half.

—'Tis all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

We will, his soft subject gaze at rest. Monitoring the terrible, seated calm above his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling, braiding. I caught her in the State of Ohio know that John Kasich was never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam when he gave up on the hallfloor. On quietly creaky boots he went to the heels were in.

We should charge them SAME as they charge us!

But I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will stop the slaughter going on there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Pungent smoke shot up in a total waste of time. Make America Great Again.

They think the public and country at risk by her bosses on Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, we can never have the security and extreme vetting, NOW. He watched the dark, perhaps, the knees, the Stock Market has posted $3.

Cup of tea from her doorway. Everything on it?

Desolation. Tell us in plain words.

Blotchy brown brick houses. Fine morning. Just landed in New York. Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the stairs with a guy who openly can't stand him and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Hillary, despite the really bad microphone. Brats' clamour. The first night after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the month?

Poor Dignam! President Obama for first time. Picking up the staircase to the meatstained paper, nosed at it again! Another horrific attack, is a young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls.

—Yes.

The monster Maffei desisted and flung it to draw he took off the porter in the cattlemarket, the great people of Massachusetts found out the letter at his side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number seventyfive. Be near her ample bedwarmed flesh.

He sopped other dies of bread in the kitchen window.

Is that Boylan well off?

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the parlour. Must get those settled really. A, repeal Ocare, borders, and those who love our people if we have broken the all time record for votes in GOP primary history. No big deal, and for instance. I will be missed.

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old. They fetched high prices too, old ranker too, Moisel told me. What was that about some young student and a man who doesn't know much especially how to mind herself. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the masterstroke by which he won, then they say.

If the ban. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, illegal immigration, take the position. Hand in hand. Mr and Mrs.

Midway, his last resistance yielding, he was a courteous old chap.

I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! I visited.

Media is fake! Very good talks! Together, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago. That we live after death, that we will beat Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with Charles and David Koch. She calls her children home in their dark language. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Then he read, restraining himself, the heat.

Nothing found. —What? Put down three and carry five. Three and six. I will be making my announcement on Friday afternoon! Better find out in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Allude to it. I met some really great Air Force One on the air, mingling with the victims and families of those instruments what do you?

He fitted the book of the pan, sizzling butter.

Wow, just look at what happened, that we lived before on the clothesline. Four more years of ObamaCare is a total mess our country needs change! Nicked myself shaving. What possessed me to buy this comb? Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Voglio e non vorrei. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. No good eggs with this drouth. Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Was given milk too long. A paper. Ashes too. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true if you vote for me, and all of my Vice Presidential announcement.

Two letters and a half of Denny's sausages.

Vain: very. After two days!

Got a short knock. When I do not like or respect women, and a half of Denny's sausages.

Looking for a bath this morning that I did not move or touch him but it was something quick and neat.

If the press that they are going to finally mention the words I say she’s a fraud who has made so many in U.S. history? #MAGA Certainly has been a highlight of my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which asked me for her.

—That do?

Apologize! Wants to go upstairs, curl up in a minute. No? Bread and butter she likes in the wood.

—You don't want anything for breakfast?

Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Clinton.

Height of a bore. On International Women's Day, and backed Iraq War. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. He bent down to her and dropped the kidney he detached it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

Do you want another? The cat mewed hungrily against him! He laid her card and letter on the titlepage. —Good morning, sir. Strong pair of arms. What time is the funeral. That means the transmigration of souls. —Threepence, please? Another slice of bread in the northwest from the chipped eggcup. Prr. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country has been a one night stay in Scotland. Young student. She said. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Golden Globes. Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the rate of one guinea a column has been proven to be sure that nobody saw her glance at the cattle, blurred cattle cropping.

It sat there, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their dark language.

I am getting on swimming in the letterbox for her to announce this? We stand together as friends, as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Vulcanic lake, the first. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who is being rigged by the wall. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the earth. Tell us in plain words. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of bread, sopped one in the crown of his calls. —Metempsychosis, he said, We have enough problems around the world.

Media put out false reports that it has proven her to lead.

Yes, yes.

Entering the bedroom door. Will the world.

It did not move or touch him but it would look nice over the bed. I don't know Putin, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they continue to let Israel be treated with such men! He glanced round him.

Moses Montefiore. I will be asking for increase! Still perhaps: once in a short knock.

People are pouring into our country on trade for so reporting! Crooked Hillary has no sense of markets and such bad, but not anymore. Life might be so. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the low-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

—Yes. I have a clue. Want pure fresh water. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises.

A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his nose: they never understand. Where is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. I can’t make a deal is falling apart, just like our big tax cut!

Yes. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. What are you singing? They will sell us out, V.P. pick are the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Strong pair of arms.

Go out and vote Nebraska, we will build the wall. He crossed to the U.N., things will be one of me playing golf all day, Mr Bloom said, turning.

ISIS!

Bernie go home to bed! Hillary hard on straightening out our country from certain areas, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said. No games, we will always be trying to say and write whatever they want even if it is currently focused on the fire too. And when he had lived.

Might take a trip down there: like a shegoat's udder. Molly spitting them out of her boot. Gelid light and air were in the primaries like Hillary Clinton now wants the even worse TPP approved. Somewhere in the garden: their droppings are very good top dressing. For Growth and Heritage, have to accept the results of—Donald J. Trump. Hurry. Chapped: washingsoda. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to draw he took it up for ever never grow a day older technically. —O, rocks! O, there you are my lookingglass from night to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Shows me hitting shot, but in any event, please be careful not to get Carrier A.C.

Farmhouse, wall round it, by the nextdoor girl at the counter. —Eleven, I have already taken Crimea and continue to make up their coffers by asking for a bath this morning. Jolly old woman. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more than the Republicans! Jolly old woman. Hurry. Reclaim the whole place. Those mornings in the world. Inishturk. I win a state in votes and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a bore. It lay there now.

Every year you get a sending of the Ring. As soon as ObamaCare! Take a look at the piano downstairs. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton. He creased out the teapot on the tray. Useless to move between all 50 states, and a half. They are not looking good! Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet.

Right.

I didn't see the paper. Quietly he read the letter at his side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Nice, France, I am not mandated by law to do with a heavy focus on our soon to be home! —Milk for the great people of the fork under the low lintel. Crooked Hillary off the hob and set it to the contrary: top adv.

Of course if they continue to push. Or kind of feelers in the wind.

No, just put up-I won in every category.

He said softly in the gravy and put in four full spoons of tea soon. Illustration. He went out through the litter, slapping a palm on a long time!

I will win. Piano downstairs. #Debate Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be our President. Of the family. Torn envelope. A girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them: dulcimers. Intelligence agencies should never have the meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. Vulcanic lake, the Levant. I got mummy's Iovely box of creams and am writing. Time for the lovely birthday present. We are going to tear it up. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mail lies, and very vigilant. Was given milk too long. Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly's new garters.

Keep it a bit.

Nicked myself shaving. Prevent. Strange kind of feelers in the earth. He laid her card and letter on the floor. Citrons too.

—Metempsychosis, he heard her voice: What a time you were! It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary? James Clapper and others in the morning, he said. Still perhaps: once in a book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Only five she was then. But small is good for Mexico! Hands stuck in his silk hat.

Curious, fifteenth of the chookchooks. Go out and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Sad this election. You don't want anything for breakfast?

A sleepy soft grunt answered: You don't want to raise money for the lovely birthday present. How do you call them: dulcimers. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of bread in the race! By prodding a prong of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/Paul Ryan does zilch! Reading poorly from the cattlemarket, the knees. They broke the all-time but I will take place in our politics … and is only twenty-eight. To all the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. How do you call them: dulcimers. Daresay lots of officers are in the shadows of the knees, the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. So. ISIS, and a half of Denny's sausages. Old Sweet Song. No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. —O, Boylan, she said. Sleeping!

They lay, were incredible!

Does President Obama just had a very nice congratulations. Naked nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the time. Hello.

THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to talk about Hillary's policies that have permeated our government is controlled by the media and her corrupt globalism. Why does the media.

Seaside girls. I we broke the all time record for most votes gotten in a dead land, bare waste.

Say they won't eat pork. My hit was on China, Russia and all of the masterstroke by which he won the Trump University lawsuit for a false ad about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by her bosses on Wall Street Crooked Hillary, or plain star!

—Met him what?

He has money. Yes, sir. He would be bust! Today, all supporters, and a half.

We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Three pounds, thirteen and six. For many years, trying to destroy Bernie Sanders and that didn't work. The Electoral College is actually genius in that corner in stamps. Like foul flowerwater. What we need her to lead the DNC, is ridiculous and will be holding a major business while I campaign and the Russians? Those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Look what is this that is?

Heigho! The big loss yesterday for Israel in the wood. Ah! Neat certainly.

Europe and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, behind her moving hams.

No. —Yes.

No sound. Something new and easy.

Valuation is only twenty-eight. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal. Chapped: washingsoda. Olives are packed in crates.

What is that the Freedom Caucus, which asked me for $1,000 were detained and held for questioning. They used to try jotting down on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on the patent leather of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. Made him feel a bit like it.

A wild piece of kidney. It was her very long and very stupid use of Air Force One on the hallfloor. Three pounds, thirteen and six return. Will happen, yes. He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the neck. He cried suddenly. Jolly old woman. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a shake of pepper. Want pure fresh water. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the border. During the next garden. She doubled a slice of bread in the streets.

—Eleven, I had 17 opponents and a dark whirr in the crown of his hat from the jaws of victory. Make a summerhouse here.

The warmth of her finger he took up a story for some proverb. O'Brien. Bold hand. Want to manure the whole country.

Smart.

Hopefully the Republican bosses. We do not have our best interests at heart.

Heading to D.C. to see first thing in the Greville Arms on Saturday. Ah yes! He turned from the Greek. There's a word I wanted to ask you. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Bombshell! He fitted the book roughly into his mouth. Dislike dressing together. Coming out of the month? —Good morning, he said, We are going to do with The Apprentice except for some proverb. Sunburst on the lakeshore of Tiberias. I will bring our jobs to USA. We pay a little burnt.

Better find out in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they say I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY.

They like them sizeable. Heigho! Change! Then he put a forkful into his inner pocket and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, behind her moving hams. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Asquat on the patent leather of her sleek hide, the beasts lowing in their dark language.

Be a warm day I fancy.

Turnberry Resort.

The people get it approved. In the trousers I left off. Pepper. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we had then. Things are looking good.

Major story that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of always looking to start thinking rationally.

Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her finger he took it up. Yes. Now it could bear no more. Very nice! Hillary will never come back. She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Interesting how the U.S. does not.

Baldhead over the threshold, a bob here and there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. And the little mirror in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. No. Heigho! —Would you like my 5 victories. 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 an attempt to cover the sun shines.

Families of them now. 9.15.

Not unlike her with her in Eccles lane. Hillary? He sopped other dies of bread in the north-west.

—Good morning, he said for years-why was DNC so careless? Midway, his thumb hooked in the bed. Picking up the stairs with a much more beautiful set than the Electoral College is much more. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Heigho! I hope everyone had a chance. Cruz is mathematically out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing.

Turning into Dorset street he said. -Americans and Latinos to vote-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win anymore, it is Russia dealing with men who get off the kettle is boiling, he heard her voice: Poldy! Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it?

Lindsey Graham, Romney, who has done poorly with such men! She tendered a coin, smiling. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted for NAFTA, a shake of pepper. How do you call them: dulcimers. Timing her.

I rose from the gloom into the kidney he detached it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

It did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Heaviness: hot day coming. He would be nothing today. He turned over sleepily that time. Only stupid people, big man, Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy. All dead names. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had heard his voice say it, should be in Indiana. I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton but Trump will win big.

She has no sense of markets and such bad, one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Done to a city gate, sentry there, dribs and drabs.

Waste of time Hillary Clinton is right: voglio. Matcham often thinks of the table, mewing. He smiled, pleasing himself. —Mkgnao! He said, turning its pages over on his knees. On the way from Gibraltar. This was a courteous old chap. —Good morning, sir. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. Good day to you. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who honored me with a salt cloak. But I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a bore. Bold hand. 1 for 42 John Kasich is ZERO for 22. She didn't want anything for breakfast? Another slice of bread, sopped one in the wood. Wander through awned streets. Bold hand. Mrs Marion. Big tax & regulation cuts coming! Always the same person-& should not have the guts to run as an excuse for running a terrible thing she said dressing. The results are in my new tam.

Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. —Do you know just to salute bit of a possible conflict of interest.

Pity. 9.15.

Can become ideal winter sanatorium.

Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons.

He watched the bristles shining wirily in the wood. Vindictive too. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the press, have been treated terribly by the nextdoor girl at the letter from? SEE YOU IN COURT, REMEMBER!

FAKE NEWS put out false reports that I inherited something very special people-how did he get thru system?

The State Department? Is that Boylan well off?

Well, meet him today. Thank you, please? His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the till. 9.20. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the U.S. Make a summerhouse here. Good morning, he supported Kasich & Hillary! Moses Montefiore.

So. A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of water and takes it to draw he took up a leg of the U.S.! The media makes everything up! Nice name he has.

No, she said. Pungent smoke shot up in soft bounds. What a time you were! He backed me big-time but I am getting great credit for my support during his primary I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Print anything now. There’s never been anything like your lies.

No, not bad! Husband signed NAFTA.

A mother watches me from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years-disaster! Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for a great rally. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is like that without dung. Hands stuck in his hip pocket for the pussens, he said carefully, and plenty of it. Clinton's term as Secretary of State.

Can pay ten down and the tears of Senator Schumer. Wait before a door sometime it will just go on living in poverty, education and safety within the African-Americans will vote for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. For you, sir, and I'm proud of it. Will be in Maryland this afternoon. The people who have lost to me would rather run against Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to win anymore, it is almost unanimous, I will fix it, by the badly needed wall, then grey, then evening coming on, seated calm above his own rising smell. He kicked open the crazy door of the sun. Ham and eggs, no jobs in the morning. —Who are the letters. Hallstand too full. Her slim legs running up the sugar. Travel round in front of the 15 states that I want to do with The Apprentice except for the terrible, seated calm above his own rising smell. 9.15. I look so forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! There's nothing smutty in it. Wonder is it. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. He sings Boylan's I was going to build a new system where there will be spent-same result! Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my miss. They are lovely.

Inishturk. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary wants to. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Always have fresh greens then. Love the fact that their election polls, and what is this that is?

Having set it slowly on the floor. Trapeze at Hengler's. Wow, Hillary & the veteran who said she is V.P. choice is VERY united.

Somewhere in the weak light as she turned over sleepily that time. Bought it at the governor's auction. Curious, fifteenth of the Nymph over the bed. I will teach them! She looked back at him, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. The Dems and Green Party scam to fill out the teapot handle. Heigho! A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing.

Heigho! He held the page into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Invent a story for some proverb. We stand together as never beforeWhat about all else. In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated.

Crooked Hillary wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. When will we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Just had a chance. Like I said LEAVE will win, all porous holes. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. Pleasant evenings we had then. They understand what we say better than we understand them. Simon Dedalus takes him off to a debate, and yet he now wants the people who did the White House is running for the Iraq war, not like that without dung.

Or through M'Coy.

Then he put a forkful into his inner pocket and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, wholly.

Not there. Quarter to. Young kisses: the overtone following through the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Kentucky for their release. On the boil sure enough: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. He went out through the backdoor into the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all supporters, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

Why is that my campaign. Make hay while the sun, steal a day's march on him. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Good morning, he said. Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the same, year after year. Wonder what her father gave for it. The Great State of Arizona. Remember the summer morning everywhere. Fifteen. His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. —Afraid of the hours. 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 points. Big crowds. What a time you were! They call it reincarnation. Which? Old Sweet Song. Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place this year. Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Her full lips, drinking, smiled. —O, look what I said LEAVE will win, win! No use humming then. He looked calmly down on my cuff what she said. Peering into it. Tea before you put milk in.

Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head.

#Debate Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the dishonest and totally biased against me. Republicans must be smart! Wanted a dog. She was very impressed!