#THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR KEVIN HATERS!!

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No cause why the fuck am I now finding out that there was a time period where kevin was hated??? Wtf??? I joined the Fandom like half a year ago and I am now finding out that people hated my precious meow meow, my sweet darling asshole princess?? Wtf??? That god for @dayurno for being one of the first people that I found here so that I wouldn't have even thought of that, (even though I loved him from the beginning). Like u literally cannot be a andrew minyard, neil josten, jeremy knox, and/or jean moreau lover without absolutely WORSHIPPING kevin day like that is my angel and this is NOT a safe space for kevin haters.

[neverheardnothing]

Album + Iconis & Family concert breakdown/review

I wanted to consolidate my thoughts on Album after having enough time to digest the songs and their recorded versions. Here’s my track by track breakdown no one asked for. Warning, it’s a long one.

Album

A bit navel gaze-y, she types for her Iconis dedicated blog while wearing her Iconis and Family t-shirt she got on a trip she spent way too much money on entirely to see Joe, lol. On my generous days I’ll say I think he deserves it though, and then on my hater days I’m rolling my eyes. It’s very Joe, a sprawling mess of a too long song, it’s just that it’s too much about him as a person in a way that doesn’t excite me. Not to say I think Joe is boring but I don’t think it was written in a way that appeals to me. By itself, it’s mostly a skip because of sheer length, it isn't all that good/exciting of a song, and Joe isn’t the best singer. I think I like his live performances more because on professionally recorded it sounds just good enough that it’s in an uncanny valley between the rawness and messiness that live allows and which Joe does well in and the cleanness of recorded. I do enjoy the family coming in at the end as well as the little references to other songs of his littered throughout. That’s the main redeemable part of the song. Well, the music is nice but that’s usually a given. The ever so slight echo-y haunting quality is great. But not enough that I’m going to ever listen to it enough to remember the words and the order of the call and response at the end.

Best memory of the song was on the Saturday Iconis and Family Album release concert at 54 Below where within the first verse, Joe forgot the lyrics and had to start over.

The Answer

Interesting singer pick for the song. Yeah, Joe says that not one person is on Album solely for their name but, well, some people are clearly here at least partially because of it. Not discounting his performance at all, it’s very good. Just doesn’t stand out from the many other versions of this song that are out there. I haven’t seen Aaron Tveit in enough to be able to judge his acting in general, but everything in his version felt stock, standard, safe. It was very impressive vocally and sounds really good but this is a teenager having a breakdown about his life path, and it doesn’t quite sound like that. Again, it’s good but it’s like he didn’t put his stink on the song which is what I’m looking for when I hear new performances of a song other people have done.

Ammonia

Charlie R once said something of the sort that hearing a song fully/with new orchestrations for the first time is like only looking at line art for so long and then seeing a colored image. Yeah. Man, yeah.

All the other performances of Ammonia have cut that one verse since Heidi did it and I’m glad it’s back. I could and have spent hours listening to this version. The ominous bass was an obvious choice for orchestration but that doesn’t make it any less good when you hear it. I’m always a big slut for strings so hearing those spiccato high notes is great. The strings in general make this song feel so expansive. It sounds like the freedom of an empty house, taking up more space than there is physically. It’s loud and sweeping and epic in the exact way this song and the story told in it deserves. Fuck. I love Ammonia.

Heidi deserves awards for her performance in this song. Also I can’t believe it was one of the songs released early, I was thinking we would have to wait till the entire thing came out to hear this monster of a song, but no it was just out there. It forced me to listen to this one hours on repeat because nothing else was out (except for Kevin) and you’d think the song would be diminished on that many repeat listenings but yet during each one my mind was still fucking blown by how good it was.

Archie's All-American

The energy of this song is fucking infectious. At the concert, we went straight from Album into this song and the instant head boppin’ energy was palpable from within a second of the instrumental starting up. EWM was fucking great on this song in person and I’ll be honest I think I like that more than ABF’s version on the Album, though maybe I’m biased because I just really like EWM’s voice. Not to say that the Album version isn’t good, but I think the instrumental mix didn’t go as hard as it did in person (drums really gave it that extra oomph). ABF does bring a youthful energy to his version that’s very nice and fitting of the song. Speaking of ABF, apparently he did a demo version of Kaboom and I would kill a man for it. God, this song just makes you want to fucking dance.

Lydia's Song

I know absolutely nothing about Beetlejuice but Lauren doing this song is always such a weird goddamn delight. Lyrically, this song isn't my favorite but the music and performance Lauren consistently gives is unparalleled. I know it’s called acting, but her mood when she was singing this song in person was so dour I actually got fooled into thinking she wasn’t happy to be there briefly. Also, strings. The deep, sparingly used drum beats. They add so much to the atmosphere of this song. Fucking superb, Charlie.

The Protector

Joe, tell me what this song means you bastard. I know you saw my Reddit AMA comment because you acknowledged it when answering the other one!! Todd Solondz’s Happiness apparently helped inspire this song which means I have to go watch it at some point. This song wasn’t one of my regular listens before Album because it was so confusing but lately I’ve been thinking about it a lot.

I know I’m overusing this word and I’ll use it several more times before we’re through with this breakdown, but the music of this song is so fucking haunting and beautiful. The dissonant chords. The deep piano. The journey you go on with this song. First listen you think it’s an extended joke with the “in Florida” punchline but on repeat listens it starts to be more than that. The music and lyrics are both a bit too chilling. To me, this song has always been about a father, too beaten down by life and haunted by the past, to trust his son with his own safety, but that feels pretty surface level after you get past the Florida joke reading, though I do think my readings of songs tend to stay pretty surface level. I’ll be wondering what else I’m missing for a long time.

Another overused term, this song is a liminal space. It’s distant shores. It’s snowy fields of white. It’s record stores. It’s suburbs bathed in white. It’s too-real conversations that can only happen in kitchens late at night and are never accessible again, but have changed you and your understanding of the other person forever. I have no fucking clue what the Florida bit is supposed to mean, even still.

Maybe the placement of this song on Album, sandwiched between Lydia’s Song and Kevin, will provide further clues but for now the mystery of The Protector remains unsolved.

Kevin

I didn’t realize Andrew R was as popular as he was but I guess considering the 81k streams on this song at time of writing (second most popular being the title song at 13k), he brings in the listeners. I admit I’m more partial to Jeremy M’s version of the song. I think he fits in the character more and makes bolder decisions, but he doesn’t sit as well with the music. Andrew plays it very straight, sarcastic, and vitriolic while Jeremy’s is a bit more flighty and wondrous. I haven’t checked to confirm but it feels like the tempo is slowed a bit for the middle of the song which I’m pretty ok with on this track. His delivery on “I mean you didn’t even live here then so it wasn’t really a thing for you” is so good. You can taste the contempt. The police sirens are a golden touch. I can see it in my head, him stone faced, nonchalantly walking opposite past police cars racing towards the scene.

Another person who is probably on here at least partially because of the name, but I’m ok with it because he kills it (literally) on this track. Finished typing this and just remembered his numerous Broadway credits, yeah he’s popular lol.

Jeff

My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined and you know exactly why. The goddamn lyric change. Changing “naked Korean girl” to “naked caucasian girl” makes the song instantly lose 1/3rd (literally a third, her 3 traits are: naked, Korean, and girl) of its meaning because at least for my reading, the fetishization of the exoticness of the east is baked into the song. I know everyone’s gonna be like IT’S NOT THAT DEEP and that’s fine, I’m still gonna rant here. The whole point of the song is that Jeff is looking to this person who he thinks is the complete opposite of him, of which the Korean part is intentionally drawing upon the long history of painting the east as foreign and other, and wishing to be like her.

The specific change to caucasian seems like such a weird one, too. Who SAYS caucasian? To my knowledge, no one is out here saying “I’m caucasian” in the way people say “I’m white/Korean/Black/etc.” I get why Joe changed it because if I were a white man I wouldn’t be writing a song like that, but well, he did, and I liked it the way it was.

Maybe it wasn’t intended to be read that way and Joe just needed a nationality that would fit with that number of syllables, but he wrote Korean originally and that’s how the song was popularized and now that meaning is part of the song, death of the author etc. Just like it’d be pretty impossible to change Just Means or Nerd Love to be less uncomfortable/offensive without changing the DNA of the song, you can’t change Jeff, even if on the surface the issue seems restricted to one word. Changing it seems both cowardly AND neuters the song. I would love to talk to Joe about this and why he changed it but that doesn’t ever seem likely to happen. Final take, it should’ve stayed as “Korean.”

Also, I don’t know how much I jive with the trans interpretation of this song. Yeah, we’re going even further down this rabbit hole. The original lyric of Korean makes me instantly think of the way white men specifically fetishize Asian women, especially in film and porn, in a way that’s so cishet and about the white male/Asian female (forgive my use of the term I promise I’m not going mrasian on you) interaction and yellow fever that it’s hard for me to see past it as anything other than fetishization. I don’t think Joe was intentionally writing about any of this other than to use Korean as a shortcut catch-all for Asian exoticness to highlight the otherness from Jeff’s experience. Even some lyrics within the song push back on the more sexual parts of this interpretation (“I don’t want her to think that I’m some perv on some voyeuristic trip” “I promise I’m not looking out of carnal frustration”) but then come the first “oh” part of the song where I take it to mean he’s deriving some sort of pleasure, sexual or not, from this, so who knows how reliable of a narrator Jeff is, though I do tend to take his word on it when he says it’s nonsexual. Not to say that it can’t be fetishistic without it being sexual. Nor that this and the trans reading of the song are exclusive, just that the former is what is overpoweringly what I think of when I hear this song.

Ok, we’re done with the it’s not that deep section.

With that out of the way, Jeremy is fucking great. He plays both the humor and the complexities of this song so fucking well. I love the very specifically chosen grammar incongruity in the line “a couple couples see me fall all over but none of them cares.” It’s subtle enough that you might miss it at first or think that the singer messed up the lyrics but it’s consistent throughout different people singing this song and you realize it’s supposed to convey Jeff’s drunken state. Such a small detail. I fucking love it. Jeremy’s delivery also changes a bit. You can hear the swallows and the slight lag in speech. I can feel his fantasy shatter and reality come crashing back in when he says “myself just staring back at me.” The ever so slight hint of bitterness in his voice when he says “your life will be the same.” It’s so subtle and so good. Man, Jeremy’s performance on this song is unparalleled and it’s a shame this version is ruined by the lyric change. I love this song so much despite how sinister it feels to me. It really is a masterful combo of music, lyrics, and performance.

BUT I AM NOT THE SAME!!!!!!!!!!!

Remember when people shipped Kevin and Jeff? Wild times and I never really understood why. Okay, I do in that they’re both named sadboi characters whose songs have a surprising life and death twist, but on a deeper level I don’t think these characters have anything that would make them compatible. At the core, their characters are based on apathy and self-hatred respectively and what about those two things go well together I’m lost on. It does make for good vibes and aesthetics I guess.

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Using Joe lyrics to talk about different Joe songs. “I think about the legacy and all those who came before.” Guess all his street number songs are obviously going to be about history and legacy. The cyclic nature of inspiration. The deconstruction of the rose tinted glasses we see the past through. Alan is so good on this track it makes me almost angry. Slight growl on “drink at McHale’s.” His voice is so smooth. The new orchestrations for this song are so pretty and definitely on the subtler side. Touch of strings, brass, and drums that gives it some extra color but still mainly piano and guitar like in the live version. I love the not quite synchronization on the delivery of “good lord, nostalgia’s so complex!” Also just having 3 people who can really fucking sing on this tracks brings so much life to it.

Play the Princess

Much in the way I think Hosing The Furniture woman and Ammonia woman should leave their husbands and get together, I think the two women in Play The Princess should kiss about it. I think they kinda swapped out a jazzy style for a more country vibe. I can believe this version of the song happens in the backstage of Bloodsong. I do admit I really miss Katrina’s voice on this track, I don’t think L Morgan and Destinee’s voices go as well together. Like they talked about on the podcast, they both seem sorta type-less, but L Morgan sells the princess type a lot more than Destinee does the tough type. Or maybe I’m just too used to hearing Katrina’s powerful voice on this song. Overall, I just don’t think Destinee gave a good performance. Like at 3:40 you can hear her just fade out and it’s only L Morgan singing. What the hell is that? Maybe a lack of communication from having recorded separately? Whatever it is, this track turned out to be pretty disappointing and it was one of the ones I was most looking forward to when the tracklist was announced.

On one hand, I guess it says something about how these women perceive themselves to be that type and mentally put themselves in those boxes when in actuality they don’t come across as it and that they have much more in common than they give themselves credit for, but on the other hand they’re both just sorta same-y and the lack of contrast doesn’t excite me.

The Actress

All the Obie awards to this performance. This song is so Katrina’s that I literally cannot imagine anyone else doing it. I love the new zombie-like “yaaas queen.” It’s my exact reaction to her singing like this and that’s exactly why that line is in there. I love how you need to have that loud and high voice the song talks about to pull it off, but she also retains so much of her uniqueness in her performance that the song talks about throwing away. Also, god this song is so fucking bonkers. Just so classic Joe. The seven minute insane character story epic. This type of song is what I think of when I think of a Joe composition. For translation from live to studio, no complaints. Pretty much a replica and it works very well.

The Song

This fucking song makes me want to hide under sheets and never come out again. This is not the song I should feel called out by the amount of raw fucking lines that make me feel way too seen, but yet here we are. Songs to make my future therapist listen to for sure. Insert Gordon Ramsay’s it’s fucking raw.jpg here.

This along with the next song on Album is of those songs by Joe where you go “oh this is about him” to “oh it’s actually only about him in the same way that all the songs he writes are about him, but he uses the context of his real person to make it seem like it’s only about him on surface level reading.” Brilliance. That’s also why I have trouble believing that it’s solely based on any relationship in Joe’s real life. Sure, he probably drew inspiration, but I doubt this is anything close to a one to one recount of what happened in his life. Off topic, but it feels the same as when people think A Strange Loop is autobiographical for Michael R. Jackson. Yes they drew varying levels of inspiration from their own lives but it’s clearly about a character and not themselves.

Sometimes I lean towards maybe The Song could be about a real life relationship with the introduction he gives it (can only be sung when a certain someone doesn’t come to the concert), but I always wonder how true that is. I used to take it at face value but lately I've been thinking about the bits he's done in the past in between songs that aren't true so now we're back where we started. The introduction could be part of the performance. Then I also remember how Joe's material never is surface level about him, they're all done through characters, slightly more apparent in All The Mistakes than in this song, which makes me even more sure that this song is also about a character. Am I overthinking this? I'm probably overthinking this.

This is the song on the album that should have an intro, not fucking Muthers. I want that intro on here to fuck with people’s heads even more.

All the Mistakes That He Made About the Girl

Sad to say that it's not as rockin’ and angry as in the live videos. Unfortunately that’s a complaint about almost every single song on here but y’know, only so much you can do when translating live to studio. I feel like Joe just isn’t slamming on the keys as hard as he can like this song deserves. The electric guitar and drums helps but also Joe just doesn’t sound as aggressive as he does in other performances. I think there’s a slight synthetic effect on Joe’s voice throughout the song? Or maybe not, but definitely at “he’ll be back where he started” it’s very audible and I enjoy that a lot. I’m also liking the electric guitar arpeggios. Also once again, a sucker for strings. 

I love that in a way this song is the opposite of The Actress in that while they both talk about how well the performer can sing, The Actress actually calls for that performance while this song is exclusively performed by Joe and anyone can admit he’s not the greatest singer.

Yesterdays / I Can't Relate

I’m so conflicted because I love the version Jared did at the Lincoln Center and the higher chorus a lot and yet Jason V’s voice is so deep and soothing and I think it fits song better. I could easily see this song on some indie artist’s 5 track EP. Both Jason T and Jared start off with like a weariness in their acting but Jared moves into almost reproachfulness by the end while Jason T stays mostly weary. Love both vibes. I do miss synthy piano, it evoked like an 80s sorta feel. This song so melancholy that I don’t listen to it that much but it really pulls off the vibes it’s going for. Old man too confused and tired to yell at clouds.

Building a Fort

I like this song only so far as it’s a good character song. I don’t really care for it musically or lyrically. One line that always throws me is “I’m not answering your email, I’m throwing out my phone” because I always feel like this song is a spiritual brother to Albuquerque Anyway. It seems very much from the POV of a child so having a phone and email to check seems so strange. Do children check emails? I really don’t think it could be an adult with the way the music is and the rest of the language of the song. If it is that sure would be weird. Anyway the song is cutesy but not for me most days. I love that the backup vocals though are also (as far as I can tell) all by himself alone.

Haddonfield, 15 Years Later (For Judith)

COME ON HOME!!!!!!! During the very first listen I was sort of concerned by how low energy it was but then it kicked into high gear and every single fear was assuaged. Jared fucking kills it so goddamn hard (sidenote: I’ve been re-listening to Isolated Thunderstorms and Elusive Particle is such a fucking jam). I like breakdown laughter a lot since now it isn't a solo song and he doesn't have to Carry the entire thing but also man, do miss those High Notes. The choir arrangements are so fucking fantastic I need to give Joel my life. I want to hear just the vocal tracks on this song. The arrangement and amount of people singing also really helps with the volume and energy. Love the drop out on the lyrics (same thing as in MITB). In the Sunday performance, Jared did a little inhale like he was gonna start singing before stepping away from the mic. God tier. Platonic hand in marriage to that acting choice. Jared so consistently brings like 200% to performances I really want to see him in a full length Joe musical one day. Oh, also time to admit I haven't seen Halloween.

Sympathy for the Killer

Not one of my regular listens before Album but Liz does so good on this song that she and the song are growing on me actually. Previously I had only really thought of her doing Velociraptor but she killed so hard on this song (or rather was killed) both acting and singing-wise (sidenote: definitely gonna be keeping an eye out on White Girl In Danger). As a song itself, it’s not my favorite, but it’s short enough, Liz gives a good enough performance, and the production is fun enough that I’ll listen to it most of the time. I love the dissonant piano, the laughing, the sighs. Fun fact it’s also the second shortest song on Album (behind Slide Whistle). A Joe song less than 3 minutes long is a rare, rare thing.

Helen Sharp

Previously a “Joe sings this so there’s a layer of extra irony/meaning” song but literally anything lost from Joe performing it is instantly made up for one hundredfold with Lorinda’s performance. Are you fucking kidding me?!?! I am literally fucking speechless. I don’t have words to describe how good she is on this. Charlie’s work on the song also helps elevate it to a new fucking level. I love the at times creeping and other grandiose strings, along with the brass (what is that, a tuba?) that joins in right at the end. It helps expand the world of the song so much. I truly know nothing about the movie Death Becomes Her but I can imagine this version of Helen Sharp actually doing something, anything, about Madeline. Meanwhile, Joe’s version is also angry and bitter, but seemed more content to just bitch about it, and the orchestrations definitely help with that difference. I love the venom in Lorinda’s voice at “everything you wanted for yourself” but honestly I could pick 10 different deliveries to put in there and they’d all be true. I love Lauren being so audible in that first shout of “Madeline” when more people join in. I love the scream. I love the whisper of “Madeline” at the end.

When the YT release of the Lincoln Center performance happened, Lauren posted a picture of this song happening on her insta story captioned with something along the lines of “if only you could hear the names Joe is shouting in our living room right now” and I would kill to be a fly in that living room wall right then. I mean I think we can all guess the names but it’d still be fun to hear.

The Nurse and the Addict

Heard that one version of Joe singing it at the MTF so many times that my brain leaves in the flub he did and not hearing it on this version always throws me for a loop momentarily. The typewriter clack noises are brilliant and so, so fun. My platonic hand in marriage to whoever thought of it. Probably Charlie. I love that editing gets us the complete dead silence for after "pull away a bit" to the point where someone thought the song stopped playing. It’s so jarring. This track is one of the best live to studio translations on Album. All the new additions to the instrumentation are so good. Taylor’s voice has this sort of innocence and optimism to it that makes the relationship in the song feel even more unbalanced. When he just straight up starts screaming at the end it even sounds melodic.

Out Of Sight / Out Of Mind

Rip “(The Buddy Song)” lol. A song that got that the banjo/country orchestration which I don’t know if I enjoy on this song as much. This is mostly a skip unfortunately, not even the strings can save it. Well, there is one part I very much enjoy which is the slow part at the 4 minute mark. That “and not care all about me like how I care all about you” reminds me instantly of Krysta singing Adore. I think if we cut a minute or so out of it I’d be more inclined to listened to it. I enjoy the lyrical contents and theme of the song a lot but musically it’s just not my thing and the style on Album isn’t helping. Krysta does a good job on the song though. Not that I would trade it for Jared’s version but I do want to hear her do Haddonfield with the new choir arrangements.

The Saddest Girl in the World

Liz did this song live at the concerts and I enjoyed it then but otherwise it’s a skip. On the Saturday performance on her way up to the stage she stopped by a friend of mine’s table during the “he don’t have to be of age” line and said hi to him, which killed me. Otherwise, I don’t enjoy pretty much anything about this song. Not the music nor the lyrics. Not really sure why there was what amounted to a pointless lyric change. I don’t think Kerry did the best on this song. Really I don’t have much to say about this song. The only way I can really enjoy this song is solely as a snapshot of a character like Just Means. Wish this had been replaced by one of the songs on my missed list. Definitely a skip.

Norman

This version elevated Norman from a skip. It’s because of the strings. I’m always a sucker for violin no matter the situation. The very slow run right before 2 minutes in is so lovely. The contrast between the elegance of the violin and the lyrics and mood of the song is so stark and I love it. The staccato. The anger and volume and scream behind “I wish we were.” The stutter. The numerous girls in the background laughing and talking and calling his name. I definitely picked out Lauren’s distinctive voice. Haven’t seen Psycho but this performance seemed much more of a character than other ones I’ve seen. I am also always just constantly blown away by how new orchestrations can make it feel like you’re hearing a song for the first time. Thanks Charlie for literally my entire life.

(Run Away from You)

It regrettably does not go as hard as that one version of Joe at Two River which is my all time favorite which is unfortunate. I love the slight distortion/electronic effect on Jason’s voice during “girl I swear with all my werewolf heart” as well the crunchy electric guitar throughout. The “hide behind the bushes” etc part just does not have the level of intensity as it needs to make the song really work. It needs to build to frenetic levels and leave you feeling like you’re stalking down the street right alongside him but instead I feel like it didn’t go anywhere and I fell asleep inside the bush. I miss the werewolf breathing sounds. I’m wondering if Jason wasn’t feeling well or something when recording because this is not as good as it could’ve been. There are videos of him doing better. I think I’m being a bit overly harsh on this, it’s honestly not that bad and nowhere near the worst live to studio adaptation on this album, it’s just that I know it could be a lot better so I’m disappointed.

The Prisoner's Christmas Song

Not one of my regular listens before Album. I don’t think I care much for the song in particular but Grace gives such a performance and musically it fucks severely. Honestly just copy paste my exact feelings on Sympathy For The Killer. I am a huge sucker for a lot of growl in voices when singing so generally have a very fun time listening to it.

Right Place / Wrong Time

Yee fuckin’ haw. Legendary goddamn song. Maybe thee Joe Iconis of all time? It has all the major qualities: a story with a twist, vivid misfit characters, so fucking long, the struggle of being an artist, obsession with the past, repeating chorus, nonsense syllables. Yeah, this is thee Joe Iconis song of all time. I like that one of Katrina’s lines is “tell me my singing’s out of style” when she’s talked about how her style is actually what’s hot right now but it wasn’t when she started.

I miss the piano sirens, they’re a lot more subtle here. Not much to say about this one, just a very solid recording of what’s done live and I appreciate it.

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Sometimes I think to myself “why is Joe so hung up on Broadway” and wanting his shows to play there. I had a conversation with a friend around when LIHN was happening at Two River where I was saying it’d sure be something if Revolution Song one day played at the Tony Awards. They said they’d rather the institution actually be torn down and at the time I couldn’t quite articulate why I didn’t think Joe would ever want that. Well, this song is why. For better or worse, he much too much respects the legacy and meaning of Broadway. He considers himself a pretty traditional guy, not trying to break new ground, be witty/impressive/insincere etc. He too desperate to make it within the place he loves to ever do anything else.

I don’t know why there’s a single soft clap/snap along the middle of the track. It seems like it’d much more belong in an a capella version of this song. It’s pretty clearly intentionally added because it cuts out eventually but it seems a bit too soft and the rest of the song is overproduced so that it doesn’t add much to the song and it just feels a bit like a distraction. Not that the song was overproduced, I just think it was past the level of being able to add a clap track along it. I actually like the level of production and new instrumentation.

Admittedly, I’m not much one for history. That’s one of the topics Joe talks about a lot that least resonates with me. I love that as time goes on, fewer and fewer people will know what this song is talking about without looking it up. I know I had to. I’m the people who don’t understand how much they meant, but this song gives me a small window into the mindset of people who care. It makes me care more than I did before.

A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into

A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one. I liked the live versions of this cover a lot in the past when I heard them but I wasn’t expecting it to make it onto Album. It’s weird to hear this song without the backing vocals and dialogue. It’s sweet that the last line is changed so it’s a pure-ish love song and it also subverts expectations like this song originally did. Guess we’re in covers/cabaret versions of songs from full shows section of the album.

Joey Is a Punk Rocker

Another one that wasn’t one of my regular listens and that I only enjoy as a character song. For both this and the last track, I really do like that the people singing are so different from the character that usually sings it in the show. In general, I really enjoy Annie’s voice and how full of character it is. The one section of the song I do have to admit I enjoy is the line “that his nipples were pierced but his heart was too.” Banger fucking line. Also the hilarity of Joe writing the line “I’m in love with a punk rocker named Joe” has not worn off for me.

Social Worker

Now this is a bonkers version of Social Worker. Immediately the synth is like whoa, what the fuck. I love the increasing echo effect on Nick’s voice during the panic attack section of the song. I enjoy it just as a listen but I’m really curious as to why they decided to go down a synth route for this song. Seems weird and I don’t know if I tonally agree with that choice, but I also don’t really disagree? Just want to know why they did it. Also, low-key I think Nick could’ve done better on this track. Like it was very good but I think the instrumental was definitely carrying.

I Was a Teenage Delinquent!

MAYBE THE GREATEST THING THAT HAS EVER GRACED MY EARS??? I think within the first goddamn second I had my tiny little fucking mind blown. This song and the fullness of the orchestrations makes me want to scale several stories of brick wall so I can scream from rooftops “I FELL IN LOVE IN JUVIE HALL!!!!!!!!!” I truly mean it when I say I love how bad, overdramatic, and trashy this song is. She’s writing on bathroom walls in lipstick! She’s romanticizing her suicide scars! She’s falling in love in anger therapy! I love the incongruity of the line “I am a teenage ne'er-do-well” like a teenager would ever, ever say that. Well, maybe they did in the 60s. I love the brief saxophone bit while they almost kiss. I also love that they cut like the 30 seconds of dead time. This song is such a violent, cheesy, goddamn banger. As always I’m in love with the uniqueness of Lauren’s voice and performance. I can’t believe that LIHN came from this. It would be interesting and fun to hear Amina and Kelly do this as a one off but I’m glad it was Lauren and Molly, I want Amina and Kelly’s rendition of I Fell In Love In Juvie Hall to remain a sacred, earnest, triumphant gay love jam.

(Do) the Slide Whistle!

What the hell is this. Why did they go all out on this song. I don’t know the story behind this song. I don’t think it would help even if I did. It’s catchy, I’ll give them that. Who the hell are Suzie and Jenny and [Turp?], what is this song? All around confusion.

Muthers R Speshel (Wen Yer Sad)

I guess they lined up Slide Whistle and this one next to each other so I could double slam on the skip button. The nicest thing I can say about this song is that at rare points it’s charming and heartwarming. Another case of “well... some people are here at least partially because of their name.” It is not like LMM has been out here at concerts doing Joe’s songs.

My Best Friend's a Skeleton

Jeremy is delightful as the skeleton as always. I wonder if the skeleton jumpsuit he wore in the 2013 video is the same one in the 2022 shows. I think I enjoy Lance’s version more but they’re really incomparable since that one was live and George’s was a studio recording. Lance is just. Such a silly guy lol. Don’t know which I like more, the “I cannot wait for you to pass” in the live version of George or the “that’s gross why would you say that” but really just all the awards for Jeremy. For the Album version, it’s another one that got that sorta banjo/country twang in the orchestrations which I’m enjoying on this version of the song, but honestly overall it’s a skip. It’s the sort of song that lives on the banter they have between verses so it’s best in a live recording. Makes me wish they swapped this song out for something like Blue Hair.

Velociraptor

A real win for my media comprehension skills that this song is next to Him Today, Gone Tomorrow. I was like “yessss” when I saw it when the tracklist came out. It makes the skull line very weird but with an extra layer of meaning I guess.

I love the sort of what I can only describe as elevator-style music. It gives the song a very modern, cosmopolitan feel. I can easily imagine this as an anonymous woman lost in the size of NYC. I love how bold the guitar noise is after the “there’s a dinosaur” noise. It kind of sounds like it’s supposed to be a dinosaur roar. I love the line “where the species intertwine” because suddenly that line feels like it implies everyone on the street is a different species instead of nondistinct/normal/human like I was imagining them before. Everyone sees themselves as an animal in a city of humans but really they’re all their own kind of weird and Velociraptor is just looking for people who are weird in the same way as her. I don’t usually think about this but this song really is similar to Right Place/Wrong Time.

Also I have absolutely no memory of where I heard about this but once Liz said that she was complaining to Joe about feeling tired of singing generic songs about people feeling out of place and then he wrote this for her haha. Liz consistently kills it in an under-appreciated way, very much hoping she’s in the official White Girl In Danger cast next year so we can see/hear her in something.

Him Today, Gone Tomorrow

Not as much of a banger as it is in the live performances. Unfortunately nothing about this performance of this song is that good. A combo of audio mixing, instrumentation, and vocals all make this song not live up to its potential. There’s a real variance and buildup of energy in the live version but in this one it’s all mostly samey. I don’t like the addition of background vocals, it’s not loud enough to actively contribute to making the song better and in fact it feels like it helped make this a more lulled song this version. I do prefer the emotion and acting in the vocal performance for this version though.

I love the “she” transitioning from sounding like a tentative question to a celebration with many exclamation points after it. I want to see Manifest Pussy in full. I always wonder if there’s more context for this song that I’m missing.

Starting to Forget

Not one of my regular listens before Album. I actually used to think that this song was about a woman walking the line between still missing and starting to forget their abusive ex and healing, and I thought that for longer than I care to admit. I think it was only when I went to transcribe the lyrics to this song a few months ago that I finally really started paying attention to exactly what was being said and I realized how incredibly sad it was. Then even more recently I found out it’s about Joe and his grandfather. But you know what I still somewhat stand by my reading of this being about one person’s complicated journey moving on from their ex-lover. It could work.

I love Badia’s voice on this so much. It’s also interesting because on the Album podcast, they said they recorded all the band stuff first, but this track sounds very singer lead with the liberties taken with tempo. It sounds like a song that requires the accompaniment to come after or be live with the singing, but apparently that’s not what happened so props to them for making it sound like that’s what happened.

Also shout out to this song for apparently being able to always bring a tear to Michael R Jackson's eye.

Tightrope Walker / Mountain Climber / Me

So Joe has this old song called Tightrope Walker but I’ve never heard it. I have to imagine this song is a reworking/expansion of that other song and it makes me really curious to hear what the old version was. Regardless, new Joe Iconis song!!! [Has a life crisis].

This song is so interesting and I’m still trying to figure it out. The latter half captures the feeling of being an observer in your own life, the detachment and distraction of living in our social media age, and the ease at which we can compare ourself to others now. However, I don’t understand why the tightrope walker and mountain climber bits exist. To draw comparison to the “me” bit, but is it saying that they’re more similar or different than one would expect? Or neither? Is it saying that the career of an artist is in some ways comparable and as dangerous as tightrope walking/mountain climbing? The biggest hint is the some people are fueled by terror/praise meanwhile I live vicariously through others line. Do they exist only to lay down examples of other’s accomplishments that the starving artist feels they’ll never have their own version of? The song is a lot about what motivates people and I guess the artist’s lack thereof? Or maybe they do have motivation but it’s slowly been eroded over time by not reaching their goals while everyone else seems to be. Still, I don’t understand why. And then it also gets meta with the “I hate my vocals on this song” so then it’s implying that the starving artist wrote and is performing this song. I don’t know what any of this means! Would love to hear what other people think of this song. Can’t wait for the podcast episode of this song.

Since Joe almost never shares his lyrics verbatim I think I’ll be wondering forever if the “and days and days etc” part eventually ends on “and daze” because I love a good homonym. Would be cool if it did.

I love Molly H and her voice so much. I also really want to hear Lauren do this song. I think her voice lends to the style a lot. I love how casual this song sounds, very fittingly for the message of the song. In the Sunday live performance of this song it went heavy on some sort of synth-y rock guitar and there were also backing vocals. It was weird.

Flesh and Bone (The Robot's Song)

I'm sorry. What the fuck? It's like they decided to suck literally all of the energy out of this song during the recording. And I know Jason can go hard on this song, I've seen it before. So what the fuck. It started out a bit more low energy than I was expecting but I was expecting it to pick up but then it never did and we got to the nanas at the end and I was so disappointed. I just checked and it’s literally 10 bpm slower than live versions. I’m back again wondering if Jason got sick or something because this was not it. His voice sounded a bit off, like it was more tired/weaker. I’m just am in shock at how bad they ruined this song. Like how did this happen. This is one of Charlie’s favorite songs so like, how did he listen to this and think “yeah that’s good.”

The string pizzicato was nice but I’m still not sure how I feel about it in this song specifically. I miss the versions where the guitar in the background plucks an alarm going off/warning signal of low battery. The wind and rust sound effects were also lame as hell in this version, and by lame I mean almost nonexistent. I very much prefer versions where they do something outsized and wacky. Overall, I don’t know why you would choose to listen to the worse version of this song out there.

Party Hat

The new interjections are so fun and I love it. I think my favorite is “you are quite something” and “that’s what my therapist says!” It reminds me of Lauren’s Our Show. Also love the funky lil banjo and melodica. Thank god they kept the kazoo. This song is almost good enough for me to forgive EWM for making smacking lips noises right in my ear. Honestly I don’t have all that much to say about this song. Good song, good recording. Okay, I’ve been trying to find a way to word this without sounding weird but there is no good way. I want EWM to be my cat. No elaboration. You either get me or you don’t.

Amphibian

About to say something sacrilegious. I only like Amphibian an okay amount and it definitely is one of those songs whose charm lies in live performance, though this track translated pretty well from live to studio. I think they’re also aware of this so starting it off way more cutesy helped. Also that the ensemble choir was made up of so many people was great. On some tracks you can tell the ensemble had less people and as a result felt much less full. It’s very cute that Lance joined in for a duet. Double Natos! Shamefully, I thought it was Joe the first few listens until Al told me otherwise. I like the crowd/general chatter noise at the end with very low ribbits that then transitions straight into It’s All Good.

The Amphibian on Sunday when Will was out with COVID was by far my favorite performance of this song, ever. Amara was so good at the beginning that I want an entire version of her and John’s energy was so innocent and quickly turned rockin’ that I am obsessed. 

It's All Good

I feel like the audio mixing could’ve been better on the ambient crowd/chatter noise to not have it cut out as abruptly? It felt a bit jarring. Regardless, I like it. It creates a feeling of a live performance where people just get up and go to the mic that fits well with the content of the song. Not one of my favorite songs of Joe’s, but it’s so nice to have the boys from the 08 cast all singing together on this and their voices mesh very nicely together. It also sounds like they recorded together to match up the vocals or at least they did a much better job of it here than some other tracks.

Find the Bastard

I have to fucking talk about this shit. After the Saturday concert, the performers were talking to audience members outside and I had a short conversation with EWM where I told him how much I loved BSOL. He ribbed me a bit about being 12 when the original production happened, which is totally fair, and I thought that would be the end of that interaction. But he remembered because the next night during this song, right after the first “what’s your name, what’s your name,” (I guess I shouted loud enough that he noticed me) he made eye contact and pointed to me in the audience briefly as he sang. I am still replaying this moment in my mind. And also physically replaying it on the vid I took lol. Literally the amount of joy that those brief seconds have brought me is immeasurable. Months later just listening to this song is still a free happiness machine.

Last on Land Whomst? This is my new favorite, no I'm not biased at all (ok but can you blame me after what happened). I guess I should talk about the actual song now.

Ok, on the Album version right at the beginning of the instrumental after the very first measure (0:03-0:04), the guitarist accidentally plucks another string when changing fingerings and it bother me to no end. Can you tell I’ve been listening to this song on eardrum shattering volumes? Other than that, almost 0 complaints. The snake rattle effect sends chills through me. I like that there’s clearly a lot of people in the mix for the ensemble part but you can hear Jason ST and Katrina distinctively in the mix. I love the new brass. It fits so well. Loud and brash just like the show. Speaking of the brass, I’m in love with the drawn out instrumental crescendo right before “they done me wrong.”

AND FROM NOW ON, WHEN THEY ASK MY NAME (WHAT’S YOUR NAME, WHAT’S YOUR NAME) MY ANSWER ALWAYS GONNA BE THE SAME (WHAT’S YOUR NAME, WHAT’S YOUR NAME) I’LL SAY MY NAME IS AWFUL LONG AS IT’S THE LYRICS OF THIS SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not know how a single person in the world could possibly listen to this song and not feel the hype in their fucking soul and The Musician’s mission as their own. For three minutes and twenty-nine seconds, I’m a guitar wielding musician recently freed from prison on a mission to get my woman back from a dastardly kazoo playing villain. And it better be yours too.

I don’t know why on these TBS and BSOL tracks, there’s noise/people talking at the beginning/end. I assume for like atmosphere/continuity to signify that they’re from the same show/should be listened to together?

Last on Land

Don't look at me, I'm listening to Last on Land. As always, thinking about that one review that called this song the out of nowhere number about sailing. Watch your fucking back, I’m about to turn you into an out of nowhere number about sailing. Though I’ll be honest, parts of this song are still lost on me but I enjoy that. I’m always thinking about what certain lines could mean when I’m listening to this song. Some parts mean a different thing to me every time I listen to it. I guess I can understand how someone who wasn’t paying attention and hearing this song for the first time could think it was just a song about boats. I mean, admittedly that’s what I thought the first time I heard this song. But then you listen again and you notice the raw fucking lines like “we find the solution to escape our fate, it lies in the equal distribution of our weight” and I dare you to not feel even an ounce about community and what we owe and willingly give to one another when this song plays.

Since it’s in a different key on Album as it is in the show, the octave jump on the piano backing is even higher and everything feels even more perilous. Like oh my god, things are beginning to sink!!

Sorry I am continuously ragging on it, but it’s noticeably not as good in an album of mostly good to stellar performances. I don’t think Jason ST’s performance on this track is the greatest but the tiredness sort of fits the opening of the song so it’s not as egregious on this track. I don’t know there’s any standout performances on this track actually, it starts getting very good later into the song.

I love the angelic choir sort of quality the “ohs” in the vocal only part, and it carries that quality even when everything else comes back in. It feels like prayer and community to someone non-religious like me. The only thing on this earth for us is each other. The new harmonies are so fucking good it makes me lose my entire goddamn mind every time I listen two minutes of this song. Especially the new high part on “if you weren’t here with me.” You know the one. The echoing on the chorus. Thank you Joel for these god tier vocal arrangements. It’s what this song fucking deserves. It really feels like it’s taking full advantage of the size of its goddamn cast list. I wouldn’t be surprised if almost all the people in that image of people on the album were in this chorus.

Can you believe that Joe originally wasn’t going to do any songs from full shows of his? Thank god Jen convinced him otherwise. Lord, what would I do without [this version of this song].

Try Again

I connected like a year ago that the "lifeboat manned by me" line was in reference to Bloodsong but it took me up until a few weeks ago to realize the "fuck those bastards, find a friend" is also probably one. With how connected this song is to other works of Joe now I'm realizing the suicide attempt off the roof is not at all random and definitely calling back to Broadway, Here I Come! lol. It takes me a minute...

Ending with Try Again instead of Last on Land is fun and interesting. The placement of this song makes me think Joe still feels like he hasn’t made it in the way he wants to in this industry, which, fair. It’s just funny how a song he wrote with a large inspiration about BMC after TRT is still the message he wants to go out on, that even with that very show making it to Broadway, he still feels he’s at the stage where he’s picking himself back up and trying again. And I guess YMMV on if he deserves to feel that way. With how much he talks about being a fan of traditional musical theater and having traditional mindsets of what being successful in musical theater looks like, he certainly hasn’t made that original show that’s been reviewed well by the NYT regionally and moved to Broadway and had a successful run in the way he thinks/thought shows should do. And both BBH and LIHN, right after BMC had a similar trajectory of not being the success he wanted, with LIHN being especially similar to how BMC started out.

Though honestly I don’t know what Joe Iconis would be like if he had his well-loved Broadway hit and I don’t know if it’s ever gonna happen for him. It seems like he just somehow grates on people in a way that in his eyes, he’ll be almost making it forever. Like if you just shift your viewpoint a bit, this track would’ve also fit very well after Right Place/Wrong Time as the 26th track, at exactly halfway through Album. With this song as the midpoint, it would’ve sent a message of how despite the NYT review, he tried again and BMC was eventually able to get to Broadway because of the love people had for it, and he saw that result of trying again and is past that part of his life.

Am I reading into all this too much? Probably. Maybe he placed it here as an upbeat message about trying again to loop back to the beginning of the album. But reading and listening to what he says in interviews I’m inclined to think he still feels like he’s in the trying again stage of his life.

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So When Can We Tell The World?{6} Min Yoongi x black! fem! reader~Final

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut, Idol AU

Summary: After figuring out Yoongi’s mistake, you try to make it through the rest of the night at the Grammys away from Yoongi. However, it turns out that you needed time with Yoongi before you actually needed space from him.   

Word Count: 21, 777

Warnings: Smut in this chapter and so much angst.

Author’s Note: All right ya’ll the last part, I hope ya’ll have enjoyed this series and let me know your thoughts on it. I’ve been thinking of writing a prequel and even a sequel with this story, so let me know of your thoughts on that as well.  

Katie was able to talk me down from leaving the Staples Center early. ‘Enjoy the show’, she says. ‘Maybe you’ll win’, she tells me. I’m now seated between Taehyung and Namjoon, only after begging Jimin to switch seats with me. I would be sitting beside Yoongi right now, yet I don’t think I can bear it, at least right now. 

He told me the truth. Big Hit released a statement a few days about us, it’s all over the internet and the entirety of Twitter. For the first time in history I’m trending number one, yet my heart doesn’t feel full. It’s slumped down further against my rib-cage as I scroll through Twitter, more specifically ARMY Twitter. 

A few of the comments about Yoongi and I are fine, a little flattering even.

Some of them read:

Yoongi and Y/N looked so amazing on stage, looks like tuning in for the Grammys was worth it.

Yoongi not only collaborated with a powerful rapper and singer, he also managed to date her. Ahem Namjoon it’s your turn 😎.

Did you see the way Yoongi stares at Y/N? And ya’ll say they aren’t really dating. smh Some of ya’ll don’t know what love is and it shows. 

The more I scroll, the more hateful it becomes. Not much for Yoongi, how could they bash him? In their eyes he could do no wrong, even though he blabbered about us in front of the entire world. I swallow a heavy lump as the comments pierce me. 

They read:

Apparently this isn’t a fucking joke and Yoongi isn’t dating a Korean woman like I thought. What does Y/N Y/L/N have that a Korean woman doesn’t? 

I mean of course Yoongi would date a black woman, he is from the ghetto, it’s what he’s used to.

I’m sure Y/N’s problematic. Let’s dig something up ARMY! Maybe her address? I just wanna have a discussion with her.

“Y/N?” Namjoon asks, breaking me from my phone screen. 

I glance over to see his face clouded in concern. 

“What are you looking at?” Taehyung asks while craning his head down in my screen.

I turn the screen away before tucking it away safely in my my purse by my feet. 

“Nothing,” I whisper, “just n-nothing.” 

Namjoon nudges my shoulder. 

“I saw it Y/N,” he says, “just the haters, ignore them.”

“It’s kind of hard to Joon,” I say, “your ARMY aren’t people to play with, you of all people should know that.”

Taehyung shrugs. 

“The ones saying that aren’t true ARMY,” he notes, “we’re here for you and Yoongi hyung, ok?”

Namjoon nods sharply. 

“Enjoy the rest of the show, ok? Look, they’re about to announce the next category!” Namjoon exclaims prior to pointing up at the stage.

My eyes follow up as John Legend strolls up to the mic with an envelope in hand. He reads off the nominees for ‘Song Of The Year’ as each song, along with it’s music video flashed the huge screen behind him. 

It’s difficult to keep the tears back, however I do with power I never thought I had. Watching our video for ‘All The Crown Players’ tied the knot already in my stomach even tighter. All I want to do is leave, yet I can’t. I can’t do that to the people who helped me get here, hell I worked to get her too. Even for Yoongi. No matter how I feel about him, I can’t let him down like that. He may have done it to me, but I wouldn’t do that to him. 

“And the Grammy goes to.......’All The Crown Players!’ Y/N Y/L/N and Min Yoongi!!”

I freeze. Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin, Hoseok and Jungkook all popped up, screaming in my ear as they grab at me. Jimin does the same with Yoongi, who’s eyes are blown wide and lost. He manages to get to the aisle while Jungkook gently pushes me towards him. Yoongi forces a tiny grin as he nods up to the stage. I notice the make up around his eyes look more fresh than the spots around his cheekbones. He cried. 

“Y/N!Yoongi! Go on!” Namjoon shouts. 

On a spur I take Yoongi’s hand, surprising us both and walk towards the stage.

Once we get up there I shake hands with John and thank him. 

“Congratulations guys,” he says, “you’ve earned it.”

Yoongi shakes his hand as well then bows. We take each of Grammys respectively and step towards the mic.

“You go ahead first, Y/N,” Yoongi says. 

I nod and wave towards the audience. 

“I’d like to thank everyone who supported us! My manager Katie, my brother Kevin, my fans, ARMY! Everyone! Thank you so much for this!” I scream. 

The crowd roars and I could have sworn the guys were the loudest. Of course they were.  I pull away from the mic to let Yoongi go ahead. He flashes another small smile, pats the small of my back and goes to say what he has to. 

“Thank you ARMY! This is only the beginning! More Grammys will come, I promise my fellow members will be up here with me for it!” he declares. 

Yoongi pauses to blink through teary, reddening eyes before turning to me. 

“I-I just want to thank Y/N for working with me and-”

My heart sinks down even further as Yoongi breaks down completely while sobbing into his hand. I pull him towards me as he trembles against my chest. 

“Thank you,” I say. 

We leave the stage and move backstage. Yoongi still clings to me, saying those heart wrenching words over and over again. Even after Namjoon manages to calm him down, they still rush around my head. 

Please forgive me Y/N, I’m so sorry.

  * * *

The soft sheets of my hotel bedroom are soft, comfy and extremely accommodating, yet my mind can’t seem to unwind. Not with Yoongi’s tear stained face clogging my memory. I had to keep my phone out of sight to keep from reading Yoongi’s constant messages. I told him that I needed space before we have a proper conversation right now. My head space isn’t there yet, and I don’t think his is there either. 

Just when I start to slip under the covers and relax my phone vibrates yet again. A groan escapes me as I rise, throw the covers off and retrieve my phone from under the basket my room service nachos came in. 

What I saw wasn’t another text from Yoongi, but a missed call from Namjoon. I quickly call him back and press the phone to my ear. 

“Hello? Y/N?” Namjoon answers.

“Hey Joon, is everything all right?”

He releases a heavy sigh before answering right back.

“It’s about Yoongi, “ he says, “have you talked to him? 

My skin flares in equal parts anger and heartbreak. 

“No,” I admit, “I told him I needed space, I really haven’t read most of the messages.”

“Well, he hasn’t eaten anything, no matter how hard we try,” Namjoon says. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose as a shaky breath comes out of me. The words spill out before I can get a clamp on them. 

“Put Yoongi on the phone, please Joon,” I whisper. 

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Namjoon mutters. 

There’s some scratching noises, a few mumbles and footsteps. Namjoon utters something in Korean before going quiet as more loud footsteps can be heard. Yoongi lets out a deep breath, forcing me to brace myself.

“Hey,” he croaks.

His voice sounds strained, lower than it usually is. 

“You have to eat Yoongi,”  I say. 

“Ok,” he says.

He barely whispers it, worrying me even more. 

“Are you ok?”

“No, I’m not,” Yoongi says, “my head isn’t right, I can’t eat, not without thinking about how much I fucked up.”

I bite down on my bottom lip at the emotion in his voice.

“It’s ok Yoongi-”

“No, Y/N it isn’t!” he growls.

The change in his voice forces me to sit up. My mouth is already moving before I can think, the weight of what unfolded tonight makes my blood boil.

“I’m sick of this!” 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean,” Yoongi counters. 

“I’m tired of everything! The arguing, the decisions that have been made-the fans, all of it!” 

My voice cracks as tears fill my eyes again. God, it’s so hard. I love him too much, if only I was a little cold hearted, it’d be easier to do this. 

“I know,” Yoongi groans. 

“Yoongi, please eat and get some rest,” I say, “for me. I’ll meet you at your hotel to talk, that sound good?”

“Ok,” he whispers, “I’ll try.” 

There’s a pause, I expect him to say something but the call ends. 

My chest tightens as I rest my phone on the nightstand by the bed. 

He didn’t even say I love you. The tears flow on their own. 

* * *

If there’s one thing Yoongi and the guys taught me throughout our times together (well besides solidifying a strong foundation of self love within myself) it’s being incognito. Yoongi gifted me my own cool, white face mask a few years ago when I traveled to Korea to record a few songs with him and the guys. This is my third time using it since there’s hella paparazzi outside of their hotel and I don’t need anymore scandals for one week. 

Once on their floor I can’t help but hold the coffee cup in my hand tighter. There’s a strange howl. It’s got to be one of the guys, Yoongi said this floor was reversed for them, along with their managers, I hope everything's all right. I get to the door and give it a few tentative knocks. 

Jin answers it with a relieved sigh. 

“Y/N, finally someone here that has some sense,” he says. 

“Hi Jin, do you know what that howling noise was-”

I get cut off by Jungkook bellowing a deep battle cry. 

“WOOO! Told you I could swamp you Tae!”

I peek my head around the corner to see Jungkook pumping his fist in the air and Taehyung tossing his controller onto the carpet. 

“Whatever,” he grumbles as he stands. 

“Y/N, hey,” Taehyung says rather awkwardly. 

“Hey Tae-”

“Thank God you’re finally here,” Jimin groans as he strolls into the room, “please talk to Yoongi-hyung, he’s been moody all night.”

I raise an eyebrow as Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok all slip on their hoodies, coats and masks. 

“Where are you guys going?” I ask. 

“Out,” Hoseok says matter of factually.   

Namjoon hums. 

“You,” he points at me as he speaks, “are going to deal with Yoongi-hyung while we leave you to it.” 

Taehyung flashes me a boxy smile as he nods to the cup of coffee in my hand.

“Iced Americano?” he asks. 

I nod. 

“Well, that’s one way to start,” Jin says, “bye.” 

He’s the first one out and the others aren’t far behind. Namjoon remains. He steps towards me to rub my shoulders gently. 

“He loves you,” Namjoon says, “and I know you love him. You got this, ok?”

I nod and Namjoon grins, dimples appearing because of course they do. 

“Good luck,” he says before leaving and shutting the door in the process. 

* * *

The coffee in my hand feels frigid against my palm as I wonder around the huge hotel suite. I texted Yoongi moments after the guys left, letting him know that I’m here. He gives me no answer, left on read as I wonder around looking for him. 

“Hey,” a voice croaks. 

I turn on my heels to see Yoongi. He’s bare faced and fresh even with his slight frown. His light blonde hair sweeps across his forehead beautifully, he sports an old concert hoodie and grey sweats. Like yesterday, I want to jump into his arms, yet there’s more restrain with me today. 

“I got you your favorite,” I say and hold out the coffee towards him. 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow prior to walking towards me, closing the distance between us both. 

“Iced Americano? Y/N you didn’t have to,” he grumbles. 

“No, Yoongi, I wanted to,” I say, “you look like you could use the pick me up.”

Yoongi stares at me for a moment eyes boring into my own before they sweep down to the coffee in my hand. He takes it. 

“Thank you.”

He leads me to his bedroom. 

“You can take the bed or the chair if you want,” he suggests. 

I look over the messy white sheets of his bed, but opt for the small lounging chair directly across from it. Yoongi flops on the edge of his bed, eyes drawn to the floor as he places the coffee by his foot. 

“How’s the coffee?” I ask. 

Yoongi shrugs. 

“Fine, a few extra sugars would make it better,” he says, “but it’s fine.”

“Ok,” I say, “were you able to eat at all last night?”

Yoongi’s lips quirk into a tiny smile. 

“A little,” he admits. 

I nod and play with the chair’s armrests. Silence washes over us. I can feel Yoongi’s eyes on me, why isn’t he saying anything? Why can’t I say anything? We’re here to talk, so why can’t I do that simple thing? Is it because of what happened last night? We won a Grammy last night. We should be celebrating yet, here we are lost in silence. 

“It’s being taken care of,” Yoongi blurts. 

“What is?” I ask. 

He sits up and plays with his hands in his lap. 

“The hate comments,” he says, “Big Hit can take legal action against them.”

I scoff at his words. 

“Do you know how many hate comments there are, Yoongi?”

Yoongi stands.

“I know it’s overwhelming, but it can be done,” he says.

“Yoongi-”

“Just let me fix this!” he yells, “please.”

I blink as he’s now closer, up and standing in front of me with pleading eyes. 

“You can’t fix this Yoongi,” I say, “the damage is done, and they aren’t being toxic towards you, it’s all on me.”

Yoongi kneels down in front of me, his eyes flooding with tears. 

“That doesn’t matter, you’re my girlfriend,” he says, “it affects me. Does that even matter to you?”

“Of course it does!” I growl, “all I ever did was care about what you wanted! I wasn’t comfortable with going public and I still felt bad for you! Yes I’m your girlfriend, but does my opinion even matter!”

“You know it does Y/N,”  he says.

I laugh, stand and step past him. 

“That’s hard to believe since you didn’t think about the consequences,” I say, “after I told you it wouldn’t work out as smoothly as you thought.”

“Well it’s out!” Yoongi shouts, “maybe if you just ignore the comments it wouldn’t be so bad!”

My heart hammers against my ribs as the tears roll don’t my cheeks. Is he hearing himself right now? 

“Y/N-”

“I got death threats Yoongi,” I sob, “how the fuck am I supposed to ignore that!”

His eyes soften as he approaches, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. I try to push him away, yet it’s futile as his strong embrace draws me in as the sobs continue. Words bubble up in my throat, but the sobs that wrack my body defeat them as Yoongi pulls me as close as he can. 

“Shhh,” he coos, “I’ll protect you, I promise, Y/N. I promise.”

His lips brush against my forehead as he leads me towards the bed. I giggle through the tears at how messy his bed is, in this moment I don’t even know why. 

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“No, I don’t think I am.” 

Yoongi frowns before gesturing to the bed. 

“Lay down, if you want,” he says, “get comfortable, let’s talk.”

I allow myself to fall against the soft, satin sheets, eyes fluttering close at the feeling. The bed dips, Yoongi’s body shifts until I feel him right beside me. My eyes open to see his soft expression; eyes still soft, hair falling further against his forehead, almost over his eyes. His mouth stays in a fixed frown as his hand reaches out to my face. 

“C-Can I touch you?” he barely whispers. 

I nod and scoot until we’re an inch a part. Yoongi opens his mouth a few times, however he doesn’t speak. All he does is stroke my arms lovingly and stare at me. It’s nice, a change of pace from our constant arguments lately. The circumstances could be different, but in this moment I’m content. 

“Be honest with me, Y/N,” he says, “do you-”

He pauses to purse his lips as his eyes water. I hold his hand and gently stroke his knuckles. 

“Yoongi, it’s ok,” I say, “tell me.”

Yoongi sniffs, face contorting in pain as he tries to get himself together. 

My heart breaks at this, of course I’ve seen him raw and emotional before but it wasn’t at this level. He’s never broken down this hard in front of me, I can’t help but let my own tears fall because of it. 

“Y/N, d-do you want to break up with me?” he asks. 

The words slip, so does his tears. His body heaves, rocks and trembles as he buries is face into the sheets below. My hands find his back, he tenses up, then relaxes as his sobs start to lessen. He turns over with a heavy sigh, eyes red and damp once our eyes meet again. My thumbs rush up to wipe the tears for him as he chuckles lowly. 

“I-I’m sorry I’m such a fucking mess I-”

I silence his words with a kiss, forcing him to freeze before he gradually returns it. Our lips move through unwanted tears, along with soft touches until Yoongi pulls back to look at me. 

“D-Do you want us to be over?” he asks. 

I shake my head. 

“No, Yoongi, I don’t,” I declare, “we need time from each other though.”

Yoongi nods. 

“We go back to Korea tomorrow,” he says, “this might be the last time you see me for a while.”

“I-I had a feeling. Yoongi-”

“Y/N-” 

Yoongi chuckles when we cut each other off. 

“Y/N, you can go first.”

 “Yoongi, I love you, I-I just wanted you to know that. It just felt like you didn’t believe me when you asked if I wanted to break up.”

Yoongi plays with my fingers and shakes his head. 

“You know I believe you,” he says, “I just, I thought I screwed things up for us big time but I’m glad I didn’t. “ 

“Were you serious about dealing with those hate comments?”

Yoongi nods sharply. 

“Yes, and those people who wrote those things aren’t fans,” he says, “a true ARMY respects us, everything about us.”

His voice is laced with so much passion, my heart swells, in a good way this time. Our eyes stay connected as we kiss once more. Yoongi moans into it, head lulling back as his hands make their way down my sides, brushing underneath my hoodie. 

“What are you feeling for Yoongi,” I say against his lips.

Yoongi ducks his head into the crook of my neck, pulling me so that I straddle him.

“I missed you, I’m going to miss you when I leave,” he whines, “I watched you all last night in that dress, urging for your touch.”

I giggle at his words.

“But we did touch, held hands even.”

“You know what I mean,” he grumbles, “only if you want to, that is?”

Yoongi pulls back with an adorable, inquisitive stare. The dryness under his eyes remains from his tears, yet the easy going, soft stare he’d usually give me is back and I can’t help but kiss him again. 

“Yes, Yoongi,” I say, “you can touch me, can I touch you?”

“Please Y/N, I’m yours.”

We kiss, bodies pressed against each other: me flushed down on Yoongi’s while he presses himself against me. My fingers move to his hoodie, he lifts it to help me get it off quickly. Underneath he smells of fine lavender, his toned chest revealed to me without a shirt. 

“No shirt?”

Yoongi shakes his head. 

“I had just finished in the shower when you got here,” he explains, “to lazy to put one on. Now come back here.”

Yoongi pulls me back towards him, lips attaching themselves to my neck as his hands gently ghost over my breasts. He groans as he bunches my hoodie up and over my head. 

“Why didn’t you take this off sooner?”

I can’t help but giggle, toss my hoodie to the side, along with my shirt and lean down to nibble his neck. His soft groans force me to continue and plant soft kisses down his chest. I gasp at the growing need in his sweats, he bites down on his lips and shudders. 

“You’re so reactive, Yoongi.” I whisper against his skin. 

“Only for you jagi,” he purrs, “c’mon, I need to feel you. All of you.”

I nod in agreement as he fiddles with the buttons of my jeans, sliding them down to my ankles. 

“No, all the way down,” he breathes, “I want you against me.”

I do what he says giddily. 

“So, this isn’t our usual quickie?”

Yoongi shakes his head while discarding his sweats, revealing nothing underneath them as well, his member springing to life. 

“Of course not, Y/N,” he mutters, “wait, didn’t we have time when we did it in my studio?”

I roll my eyes. 

“Yeah, but Namjoon interrupted us, remember.”

“Oh yeah, well just come here, please,” he groans. 

I discard my underwear and lay back down next to him. Yoongi’s quick to get on top this time, hovering over me with arms on either side of me. There’s so much admiration in his eyes, I get lost in them as my eyes begin to water again. Yoongi notices and gently cups my face. 

“Are you ok? Do you want to stop, Y/N?”

I shake my head. 

“No, I still want you Yoongi, it’s just, you look at me-the way you look at me is a little overwhelming sometimes.”

Yoongi flashes a gummy smile. 

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“I-It is, you’re too adorable for your own good sometimes,” I say, “I’m so happy my first Grammy was with you.”

Yoongi’s eyes sparkle before he kisses me, easing himself close towards my entrance.

“I’m happy too, God Y/N-”

His hitches and my back arches as he carefully slides inside me. My arms rush around his back, forcing him to groan as he settles completely inside.  

“Yoongi, ah y-you can move.”

Yoongi nods as he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, repeating his action as his speed steadily builds. My head lulls back at how he manages to hit my sweet spot so well, over and over again. 

“Mmh, Y-Yoongi-”

He cuts me off with a low grunt and presses his lips against mine, suppressing the moan that came from low in my throat. 

“Y/N, how close are you jagi?”

My eyes barely stay open as he continues his powerful thrusts, hands holding my waist as my climax grows closer. 

“I-I’m so close Yoongi!”

“Ah, I feel it!” he groans, “I-I love you!”

My climax comes as I cling to him. Yoongi removes my arms from around his to intertwine our hands as I finally reach my high. He groans, pulls out before coming all over the sheets beside us. The sound of our breaths fill the room as we both laugh in the afterglow.

“Y-you could have grabbed a condom, nasty,” I giggle. 

Yoongi shrugs and pulls me back against him. 

“We’re leaving tomorrow anyway,” he notes, “gosh, you’re so beautiful, do you need anything before we clean up?”

I shake my head and snuggle against his chest. 

“Nothing, all I need right now is you.”

  * * *

“So, you guys won’t be back until your tour in a couple months?”

Yoongi nods. 

He’s in his studio right now, alone while we’re on facetime. 

“I know you said we need space apart, but I hope to at least grab some lunch together before tour actually starts,” he suggests, “your choice.”

I can’t help but grin against my pillow. 

“Sounds like a plan. Yoongi I-”

I’m cut off by Namjoon stepping into his studio with a notebook in hand. They must be ready to work. 

“I’ll catch you later,” I say. 

Yoongi frowns. 

“What were you going to say?” he asks. 

He’s so adorable when he frowns, the duality of this man. 

“I love you, don’t work too hard.”

Yoongi flashes that same gummy smile again. 

“I love you too.”

[bespokeredmayne]

Reviled and revered

Today’s Throwback Thursday marks the 5th anniversary of the release of Eddie Redmayne’s cult classic performance in Jupiter Ascending. His role as the raspy-voiced, alternately shrieking-whispering space capitalist Balem Abrasax earned him a Razzie Award for the year’s worst supporting actor performance.

Perhaps no performance of Eddie’s is more analyzed to this day — even he has expressed doubts on his over-the-top choices for the character, including the voice: 

“His larynx had been ripped out by this wolf man, so I made this slightly bold choice—which I thought was right—of talking like this for the whole film, which I felt suited the costumes and the extremity of the world. But in retrospect it may have been too much?”

Still, some critics, such as Kevin Lincoln writing for Grantland.com, saw brilliance: 

“Redmayne plays the role as one part sexual deviant, one part reality-show judge, and a little bit Richard III. Without any explanation, he delivers almost all of his lines in a two-pack-a-day voyeur whisper; the rest of the dialogue, he shouts, like a crazy person. In a movie that otherwise appears to be taking itself seriously, Redmayne is unadulterated camp, and it’s glorious. The moments when he’s onscreen aren’t just better than everything else; they feel like a guide to what the movie could’ve been — a heightened and hysterical dip into the absurd, rather than an overdressed and underdeveloped fairy tale.”

In November, 2019, Vanity Fair lamented Eddie’s mea culpa, guessing that he had been “bullied” into feeling he had failed in his villainous portrayal:

“In Jupiter Ascending, Redmayne—who had by then become known as a Serious Actor, thanks to films like Les Miserables and My Week with Marilyn—transformed himself into a mercurial space autocrat in a gloriously high collar and cape—sometimes with a shirt underneath, and sometimes not. He mastered lip pursing in a way that could make even Miranda Priestly sweat. His presence reverberated against the walls of every cavernous room he occupied as he shouted things like “I CREATE LIFE!!!” before immediately snapping into a raspy languor to murmur, “. . . and I destroy it.”

“It was that raspy voice that many haters latched on to. As Redmayne explained, ‘My character had had his larynx ripped out by this wolf man, and so I made the slightly bold choice, which I thought was right, of talking like this’—here, he put on a raspy voice—’for the whole film.’ Redmayne said that he thought the voice “sort of suited the costumes and the extremity of the world—but in retrospect, it may have been too much. But I love the Wachowskis. I’ve never felt so free on set.”

“Like everything else about Redmayne’s performance, though, the voice was actually pitch-perfect. Unlike so many dull, safe studio-wannabe blockbusters, Jupiter Ascending was willing to take risks—big ones. The plot revolves around a family of humanoid-alien royalty bent on harvesting the Earth’s population in order to make youth serum, which they bathe in to stay young forever—and one humble cleaning woman’s quest to stop them. The woman, Jupiter, is played by a delightfully thirsty Mila Kunis, who longs for a wolf-human hybrid played by Channing Tatum,who also had shoes that let him fly through space. By the end of the movie, Jupiter owns the planet Earth—but still chooses to clean toilets, because she’s found a new appreciation for life, or something. The idea that this film would have been improved by Redmayne playing his part in a more conventional (read: boring) manner is absurd.

“And so, Redmayne, in the words of Mean Girls’s Kevin Gnapoor: don’t let the haters stop you from doin’ your thang—especially if that  thang’ involves weird voices.”

[hondobrode]

ASTONISHING X-MEN #1   

MARVEL COMICS

(W) Charles Soule (A/CA) Jim Cheung               

ONLY THE X-MEN CAN SAVE US!

An ancient evil is attacking the world's most powerful minds. It will have them by the time you finish this sentence, and a moment later, it will have us all. A band of X-MEN discovers the truth behind the threat, but there is no time left. PSYLOCKE, OLD MAN LOGAN, BISHOP, ARCHANGEL, FANTOMEX, ROGUE and GAMBIT will attempt to save a world that hates and fears them. Why? BECAUSE THEY ARE THE X-MEN.

From blockbuster writer CHARLES SOULE and joined by a roster of superstar artists beginning with JIM CHEUNG. ASTONISHING X-MEN. It's the X-book you need.

X-MEN GOLD #7 SPECIAL EDITION

(W) Marc Guggenheim (A/CA) Ken Lashley               

SECRET EMPIRE TIE-IN!

•  When Manhattan is besieged, the X-Men open their doors and repurpose their school as a safe haven for any human or mutant in need of sanctuary. •  But little do they know that one of the humans they've welcomed in is the all-new X-CUTIONER! •  And he's about to make the Xavier Institute the last place mutants want to be...

X-MEN BLUE #7 SPECIAL EDITION

(W) Cullen Bunn (A) Cory Smith (CA) Arthur Adams   

SECRET EMPIRE TIE-IN!

•  How will our intrepid heroes react to this new world order?

•  Will MARVEL GIRL, CYCLOPS, ANGEL, ICEMAN and BEAST be overwhelmed by HYDRA?

•  I really hope not!

X-MEN GOLD #8 SPECIAL EDITION

(W) Marc Guggenheim (A) Ken Lashley (CA) Ardian Syaf         

SECRET EMPIRE TIE-IN!

•  The Xavier Institute is on lockdown.

•  But the X-Men haven't succeeded in keeping danger out.

•  Instead, they've just locked themselves inside with it.

•  Can the X-Men stop the all-new X-CUTIONER before he claims any more of their number?

ALL NEW WOLVERINE #22 

(W) Tom Taylor (A) Leonard Kirk (CA) Leinil Francis Yu

WOLVERINE IN SPACE!

•  Following the events of "IMMUNE," WOLVERINE teams up with the GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY to hunt for answers about the devastating events that unfolded on Roosevelt Island.

•  How did that alien child know who LAURA KINNEY was? Where did she come from?

•  Wolverine has no idea what she's gotten into...

CABLE #3 

(W) James Robinson (A) Carlos Pacheco (CA) Dale Keown

A DANCE WITH DEATH!

•  CABLE finds himself in ancient Mayan civilization facing down a futuristic death trap!

•  But who will rear their head as an unlikely ally?

•  Ancient history and future tech clash as the mystery behind CONQUEST'S deadly plan is at last revealed!

GENERATION X #4 

(W) Christina Strain (A) Amilcar Pinna (CA) Terry Dodson

• Taking it upon themselves to catch the assailant who's been attacking mutants in Central Park, the Xavier Institute's "Lovable Losers" go on the hunt for the culprit.

•  But they aren't prepared when the trail leads them right to Generation X's most formidable foe...

•  EMPLATE returns!

•  Only she isn't the same monster they once knew...

ICEMAN #3 

(W) Sina Grace (A) Alessandro Vitti (CA) Kevin Wada

• Iceman heads home to visit his folks! But they aren't too pleased with their son's latest news...

•  And to make matters worse, a gang of revenge-seeking Purifiers comes calling!

•  Will Iceman survive this family dinner?

•  Or the throwdown with militant mutant-haters that follows?

JEAN GREY #4 

(W) Dennis Hopeless (A) Harvey Tolibao (CA) David Yardin

• After an adventure with Namor, the Sub-Mariner, Jean Grey is more determined than ever to escape her predecessor's fate and when the Phoenix comes for her, she will BEAT THAT BIRD DOWN.

•  And to learn how to go toe-to-toe with a god, she'll seek out training from a god...

•  Enter: ODINSON!

OLD MAN LOGAN #26 

(W) Ed Brisson (A/CA) Mike Deodato

LOGAN IS ON THE HUNT!

•  Determined not to let history repeat itself, LOGAN takes matters into his own hands and hunts down the HULK GANG!

•  But he'll need the help of an OLD FRIEND if he wants to stay on their trail...

•  And will a miscalculation on MAESTRO'S team give Logan the advantage he needs...or seal his fate?

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Proteus

She lives in Leeson park with a fury of his buttoned trouserfly. She is the ineluctable modality of the other devil's name?

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Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off.

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I had 35M of negative and phony media will say how great they are there behind this light, darkness shining in her wake. Call: no answer. She's right. Had great meetings with Republicans in the moon. The grainy sand had gone from under his peep of day boy's hat. Both are looking good for Mexico! No wonder he lost! Presidency. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of your medieval abstrusiosities.

My soul walks with me in Florida! The sun is there, and all others in the quaking soil. I would try. The virgin at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Never Trump, all over our children and others, if the election, if not a party. You have some. NOT WOMEN! This is just another Hillary Clinton may be, world without end.

LIE! Talk about apple dumplings, piuttosto. Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton, I have always proven to be his, mine to be president.

They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not mine, his leprous nosehole snoring to the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel, who rubs male nakedness in the primaries than Crooked H? Remember. The simple pleasures of the most delegates and many others. By them, walking shoreward across from the burnished caldron. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. My tablets. In my opinion, it will never vote for me, spoke. #BigLeagueTruth Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, thought through my eyes and a writ of Duces Tecum. Vote Trump and end this madness! I pull the wheezy bell of their applause?

Isn't it a fair trial.

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This joke of a lowskimming gull.

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Hold hard. The reason I put my face into it in the quaking soil. Water cold soft. Coloured on a molten pewter surf. Full fathom five thy father lies.

Here.

Non fromage. He lifted his feet. The grainy sand had gone from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. A misbirth with a grief and kickshaws, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead. Sad! People must remember that we don't have a clue. —Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position? Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. No? Damn your lithia water. Weak wasting hand on mine. O term! Famine, plague and slaughters.

Dringdring! Our country has been great for me. Better get this economy running again. I wonder why, then they say I must. Mind you don't get one bang on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. Happy New Year to all for your tremendous support. She always kept things decent in the dark. What has she in the shallows. Thank you Hawaii! Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the gone. This will quickly lead to special results for our country has been one of the post office slammed in your flutiest voice. Much of the visible: at least that if no more turn aside and brood. That's twice I forgot to take place today at Lincoln Memorial. All talk, talk, talk-no enthusiasm! Galleys of the horrible bombing in NYC. The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of seeds of brightness. Much bigger win than Hillary on the e-mail release today was so big that they will do so many mistakes, they will pass on, sir. Voting machines not touched! Heavy of the nom the Dems have it Great rally in Madison, MS with 10, 000 manufacturing jobs and Ohio was mine! She, she draws a toil of waters. Glue em well. Moi faire, she, she said, Tous les messieurs.

They take me for 1, 000 since 2000. No-one saw: tell no-one. Paradise of pretenders then and now may not will me away or ever. The Affordable Care Act will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

If Mayor can't do it he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the longest day. Will be arriving soon. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about the same cyberattack where it was revealed that head of HUD. Ineluctable modality of the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed. He stared at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. No, they would run him out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the U.N., things will be using Facebook Twitter.

Where are your wits? It lowers. Call: no answer. The froeken, bonne a tout faire, she draws a toil of waters.

Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries.

Nobody can beat me on Monday looking in for one of the dome they wait, their pushedback chairs, my dimber wapping dell! Endless, would it be mine. She lives in Leeson park with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. The cold domed room of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from far, flat I see you. Big crowds. Thank you. Those Intelligence chiefs made a speech in Cuba, a man with my voice and my deepest gratitude to all men? Melania liked Mrs. O a lot! See you soon! That is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement. Busy times! When I put my face into it in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border wall.

Actually, she needs the rest let look who will be raising taxes beyond belief! Along by the badly defeated demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! My tablets. His fustian shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its Spanish tassels at his beck. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a lady of letters. Bill Ford, Chairman of Ford, who never had the worst jobs report. If you can put out an ad on me. Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie.

Il est irlandais.

The truth, spit it out.

Thanking you for murder somewhere. Very little pick-up of Russian nukes. That is why mystic monks. Not this Monsieur, I wonder. Hunger toothache. Too little, too late!

God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. Ineluctable modality of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and scribbled words. For that are you pining, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, walking shoreward across from the Cock lake the water and, rising, flowing.

In addition to winning the debate as a very, very, very smart! Top suspect in Paris. I had NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan. Tap with it softly, dallying still. I hear. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. I am going to write with letters for titles. I will. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I have raised over 13M from online donations and National Call Day, and for our workers. Spoils slung at her back. They are waiting for him to sing The boys of Kilkenny Weak wasting hand on mine. A bogoak frame over his bald head: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. I did in the most natural tone: when I was, faith. Now let us all down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt Sally? Be tough, very, very Happy New Year to everyone for making it even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Of what in the mirror, stepping forward to my season 1 compared to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the crested tide, figures, two. Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt and I'll tell you. Many of the air, his mane foaming in the house but backache pills. Prior to the future of our country with Syrian immigrants that we will make education a far more difficult sophisticated than the Electoral College is actually genius in that I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Pan's hour, bids her rise. The banknotes, blast them. He wants four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton. People get it approved. You find my words dark. And Monsieur Drumont, know how he died? Hillary called African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! She used it as a businessman, but fortunately they are going to write. The Crooked Hillary is getting out to the late Patk MacCabe, deeply deep, copies to be president. The flood is following me.

He has the key. Not so anymore! His arm: Cranly's arm. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: girl I knew in Paris. I put up a Wisconsin ad talking about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the strand there. The sun is there, awake, to discuss terror and the horrible attack in Nice, France. My ash sword hangs at my Hamlet hat. It wasn't Donald Trump! Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Hunger toothache. Hook it quick. I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. ’ I will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great Vets! They want to fix America's problems. Behind. Toyota Motor said will build the wall, Muslims, NATO! Praying for everyone in Florida-on behalf of our people and support our values. Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then think distance, near, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden of man's ashes. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. So much for. Am I going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but in any event, please be careful! Looks like the 116% hike in Arizona. Just leaving D.C. They are coming out all over the rocks as he has trying to rig the vote. I dislove. We will bring our jobs. Drop out LYIN' Ted. I am asking the chairs of the families of the South China Sea? The cold domed room of the tower waits.

Hillary Clinton is unfit to be at the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts. The protesters blocked a major speech in Cuba, a brother soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. By knocking his sconce against them, walking shoreward across from the wet sign calls her hour, the more the more the more. A jet of coffee steam from the library counter. Do the people and am for ever in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Justice.

Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.

The melon he had he held against my face into it in the beach. Old Deasy's letter. The dysfunctional system is alive well! Found drowned. This should not have the meeting with special interests!

He should say that if no more, a longtime U.S. ally, is he going to write with letters for titles. All'erta! These politicians like the spirit in that stadium. Try again! And at the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on-line from Wikileakes, really—Sit down or by the media going to do. You can change your vote!

His last term as Secretary of Defense, was an amazing job.

Respect his liberty. Mock his heritage and much more to follow. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have my stick.

We will win! Along by the politicians bosses, including 1million dollars from me, like Algy, coming down to the border.

The sun is there, the steeds of Mananaan. Ah, see? Where? I will see who.

Shame. The forgotten man and woman will never forget. Now in L.A.

Did you see anything of your damned lawdeedaw airs here. A porterbottle stood up, phony facts. In the darkness of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots. I am getting on nicely in the U.S., jobs and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Full fathom five thy father lies. But he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of the television viewers that made my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the pledge! Things are going to tear it up? Hillary or Bernie want to. Will be there, his feet beginning to sink slowly in new sockets. Aleph, alpha: nought, one. I mustn't forget his letter for the hospitality tear the blank end off. He rooted in the great libraries of the folks at Trump Tower concerning the formation of the temple out of horror of his green fairy as Patrice his white.

Pretenders: live their lives.

We enjoyed ourselves immensely. Jesus!

She trusts me, won't you? A woman and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, rising, heard now I am against Intelligence when in fact I am not bought like others! Crooked Hillary can't! Heading to New Hampshire today, Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no path to victory. It is Clinton and Tim Kaine is, and quit! I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. We’ve lost jobs and business. The carcass lay on his path. The American people! What a dumb group! Thank you. I gave a woman to her moomb.

You're your father's son. My ashplant will float away.

Soft soft soft hand. —Malt for Richie and Stephen, sir. Lord, they are doing great! He rooted in the cakey sand dough. I must. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where I was young.

Of course there is someone. I was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Lots of support!

You will not be allowed to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Spurned lover. Open your eyes now.

Look what is happening in the house but backache pills. This is a gate, if not a door. Here. They used to call it his postprandial. Like me, like Algy, coming down to the west, trekking to evening lands. —just another Hillary Clinton and the weakness of our life than it is because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS her refugee plans make it sound bad or foolish. Wow, President Obama's brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's false scion, in quest of prey, their pushedback chairs, my people, with clotted hinderparts. His hand groped vainly in his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. Aha. I sit? Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. Behind her lord, his fists bigdrumming on his path. Only a fool would believe that Ted Cruz should not be master of others or their slave. All talk, talk and NO ACTION! #Trump2016 Word is that she did! Easy now. O, O.

Già.

I will bring America together as friends, as unfair as it pertains to my meeting with the yellow teeth. I say, I am caught in this burning scene. Hurray for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters in Wisconsin. I wonder. You were awfully holy, weren't you? Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen.

Sad! She is too easy! Ferme. A quiver of minnows, fat with the dents jaunes. Scandal! —C'est tordant, vous savez ah, oui! The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. That man led me, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a day, and those who have not been asked! —blind bodies, the bark of their applause? This is a total disaster.

Get back then by the law Harry I'll knock you down. Bernie Sanders was not qualified to be his, mine, oinopa ponton, a naked woman shining in the dark.

After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the diaphane. Faces of Paris, unsought by any save by me. They laughed at Bernie. David Brooks, of Arthur Griffith now, finally, receiving plaudits! Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to one great goal. I, a saucer of acetic acid in her courts, she draws a toil of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. And the blame? Only makes bad deals! Nothing will change The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know what he called queen Victoria?

Cousin Stephen, you know that word known to all for the future of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris men go by, we simply must dress the character. They waded a little way in the state. —No, agallop: deline the mare. Their dog ambled about a world of the tower waits. You're your father's son. They never discuss the business, Cabinet picks and all. I campaign and finish #1, so complex-when actually it isn't!

His pace slackened. What a terrible thing she said about so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence for their release. To evening lands. Soft soft soft hand. More tell me, spoke. I can use all the Bernie people will fight. Guilty-cannot run in the dark. Would you or would you not? Heavy of the money I have been left behind. That's why she won't. Evening will find itself.

He halted.

You should focus on running the country in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will you? Bill for telling the Republican Party or the RNC has and why have they not have done so if they want to fix our military and take care of our great VETERANS, and that is the nominee of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including Alexandria? Old Deasy's letter. Prix de paris: beware of imitations. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the red Egyptians. He has nothing to sit down on, sir. Buss her, blood not mine, his mane foaming in the gros lots. Will devote ZERO TIME! Not honest! Old Father Ocean.

Omnis caro ad te veniet. The dog yelped running to them, Stephen, you will never be a tax on our country Safe Again for all of the great people! Come out of control, more than 4 billion. News Sunday with Chris Wallace at 10: 00 P.M. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. I was not afraid. People must remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a grike. Flutier. It lowers. Behind. Wrist through the nebeneinander ineluctably! Dringdring!

Out of that, eh? Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. I will bring our jobs to Colorado and the U.S.A.G. to work on, passing, chafing against the low rocks, in the shallows. Know that old lay? His arm: Cranly's arm. Remember. Illegals out! A lot of complaints from people saying my name is not there. It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. His snout lifted barked at the job done-it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ay, very like a bite of something? There was no hope. A misbirth with a fury of his wife's lover's wife, Melania. Would be four more years of this web. P.C.N., you will never change, the faunal noon. Rhythm begins, you know: physiques, chimiques et naturelles. I was young. I have passed the way go easy with that money? Why didn't Hillary Clinton is trying to protect Hillary! If the people of Guam!

Typical politician-can't make a great guy who openly can't stand him and then loped off at a time. The dishonest media thinks great! Dog of my voters. When I said that I drove him into oblivion! Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. President Obama Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so why isn't the media, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted hinderparts. I throw this ended shadow from me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. Instead she is in me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother. Ought I go to a great rally tonight. But this world has serious problems. His snout lifted barked at the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years of Obama, is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office.

We must restore law and order.

Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris.

No, I wonder. Signs on a molten pewter surf.

That's REALLY bad! He said something truly horrifying. So proud of Mike! See what I said. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with that money like a bite of something? Guilty-cannot run. Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street. Red carpet spread. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the fact that I, for our companies from leaving. Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. This will quickly lead to our mighty mother. 4, 331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. When will the dishonest media refuses to expose! Wow, and then thinks it will only get worse. Un demi setier!

Then he was and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, a lifebuoy. She serves me at 12: 00 A.M. today, talking about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the air, scraped up the sand again with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool.

Water cold soft. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. —Mother dying come home father. And, spent, its speech ceases. Good news!

Down, up, I won the Democratic National Committee had strong defense! I bringing her beyond the veil? Old hag with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his boots.

Smiled: creamfruit smell. A fantastic day in New York City with my children on December 15 to discuss the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? Proudly walking. Jane Timken on her breath. Talk that to someone in your flutiest voice.

Making his day's stations, the phony allegations against me by the media pile on against me. With all of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

My handkerchief. And misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists!

Well, Iran has done nothing about me, more still! Just say in the darkmans clip and kiss. Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their own thoughts, not bad! But you were going to tear it up? Couch a hogshead with me in the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the footpace descende! Sad too.

Our economy will sing again. My handkerchief. Pretenders: live their lives. He could not save her. He lifted his feet. I always knew he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Keen glance you gave her. The aunt thinks you killed your mother.

My cockle hat and staff of Bernie Sanders and all other topics! Old Father Ocean. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad. This will be amazing! #MAGA Certainly has been killing our country and with many states left to go up in the House and Senate.

Lascivious people. When will the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Will be working and fighting very hard to do. If Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina. His hindpaws then scattered the sand, rising, heard now I am making a very dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard. Et vidit Deus. Wrong, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. You prayed to the strand there. He takes me, more states coming up in the U.S. will be in Wisconsin until the election results.

For the old hag with the fat of kidneys of wheat. Houses of decay, mine to be used in a curve. God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool.

I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my support during his primary I gave millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, a mahamanvantara. Britain, a stride at a time. Just say in the most over-JOHN WON! His arm: Cranly's arm.

I only had 1 person running against the low rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. Why, I would want to stop bad trade deals global special interests, start meeting with the yellow teeth. #Debate In my administration, EVERY American will be amazing! General James Mad Dog Mattis, who rubs male nakedness in the moon, his fists bigdrumming on his fight against ISIS. Millions of Democrats will run from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic!

I tell you the reason why. We.

Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and for years. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. 8 MILLION. Abbas father,—furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? Omnis caro ad te veniet. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American heritage stops that and am way ahead of them and then attacked him and his brother, the bark of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris. Cousin Stephen, sir. Rigged system!

Kinch, the Dalcassians, of the poor. Terrible jobs report. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil of the gone. Open your eyes now. I was going to lose with dignity. Kasich and that of The State of Indiana. I want to. A bloated carcass of a spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his kind ran from them to the footpace descende! Then from the undertow, bobbing a pace a porpoise landward. Nobody has more respect for women than me! About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. Here, I am lifting their two bells he is lifting his and, stooping, soused their bags and, crouching, saw a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. I will be very dishonest person to have enjoyed yourself. Old Father Ocean. ISIS, rise of Iran, and now this U. Anna Wintour came to Mississippi, there is someone. Hopefully the violence unrest in Charlotte will come! Darkness is in our souls do you fight millions of jobs. Me sits there with his aunt Sally? Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Sell your soul for that, you mongrel! Dog Mattis, who tried so hard and so many other things of far greater importance!

So totally dishonest! Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. This story is not there. His hindpaws then scattered the sand, crouched in flight. Tiens, quel petit pied! They waded a little way in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a clue. I am going to deliver jobs, no less! Et vidit Deus.

I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no basis in fact I am bringing back their jobs.

As I am watching Crooked Hillary. You are walking through it it is getting out to the strand there. Great meetings will take care of our vets! Our tax, trade, but I heard that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all crowds expected! Remember, I wonder, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. He laps. They want to. Pull. For the rest let look who will. The dog yelped running to them. He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the families who are not interested in being the V.P.

Pan's hour, bids her rise. I see her skirties. Non fromage. I open and am for ever in the basin at Clongowes. HE IS A GREAT GUY! We thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Paul Ryan the GOP can't control their own house.

The Club For Growth tried to extort 1, 000 manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. —Call me Richie. Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his jaws.

Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. Now compare him to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. We love them.

Such a great wall on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the cast of Hamilton was very smart! Couch a hogshead with me in Florida.

Broken hoops on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the badly defeated demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! The pathetic new hit ad against me in first place. She thought you were someone else.

Great Again. He willed me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand quickly, shellcocoacoloured? Basta! Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second bell the first bell in the cakey sand dough. Some people just don't tolerate liars-a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the U.S.and protect car industry! You were awfully holy, weren't you? Bad performance by Crooked Hillary should not be allowed back onto the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the strand there. If it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no jobs in the dark. The ONLY bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton and the U.S. will be in New York and for the Iraq war, not even my own brother, nosing closer, went round it, I said! O Hillary! I? My great Turnberry Resort. About the nature of women he read in Michelet. —but nobody else does! There was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Now where the world with O Hillary! Proudly walking. Crush, crack, crick. Of Ireland, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a stride at a calf's gallop. Smiled: creamfruit smell. Water cold soft. To no end gathered; vainly then released, forthflowing, wending back: loom of the Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, I just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about.

Then he was and a ghostwoman with ashes on her lemon streets. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. Our leadership is weak losing big, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Supreme Court Justices was very necessary! See now. Smiled: creamfruit smell. ISIS, and got caught! You were going to do I am quiet here alone. ObamaCare. I, a lifebuoy. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mon fils, soldier of France. The simple pleasures of the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, authentic version. Lindsey Graham should respect me. No. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Moderator: Hillary paid 225, 000, 000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Bill, VP Word is I am. Hauled stark over the dial floor. So great to be a saint. The two maries.

Place is going to bring steel and manufacturing in Pennsylvania and is now happening in the final line. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. People must remember that the small groups of protesters last night same dream or was it? Suddenly he made off like a whale. By knocking his sconce against them, dropping on all sides. This after. Pocahontas, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Thank you New York City. I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I tell you the reason why. I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Staunch friend, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Made all of our leaders to eradicate it! Moi, je suis socialiste. Belluomo rises from the burnished caldron. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton! Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS her refugee plans make it easier for them to go! BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama allowed to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

Diaphane, adiaphane. The foot that beat the Dems own the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now spending Wall Street. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse.

Of Colorado had their vote taken away from them to go up. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. Does nothing.

70% of the time, I will beat Hillary. Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his fight against ISIS. Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. Now nasty! You have some. Driving before it a shame that the Dems have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! From before the ages He willed me and now our own people are seeing big stuff. Smiled: creamfruit smell. Shake hands. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. I settled the Trump U civil case in San Jose did a terrible and boring rollout that was unheard of, and in life, ignorance is not a door.

He laid the dry snot picked from his jaws. Non fromage. Even though I am still running a major speech in West Virginia. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. Let him in.

After he woke me last night same dream or was it?

You were a student, weren't you? 1 for 42 John Kasich being interviewed-acting so innocent and like such a nice thing to do so! —furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? Ay, very like a good relationship with Russia is a total #Mediafraud. While Hillary said that our open border. That has been a highlight of my enemy. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the bar MacMahon. Big crowd, will you?