#am I still a poddle

[france-unofficial]

*drags u out of qing dynasty and throws u into the PRC*

RED SUN IN THE SKY MOTHERFUCKER

....i am so confused right now

[vikenticomeshome]

Cyberchase on Pixter Console (part 2/?)

I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to make a sequel to my first post about the sole Cyberchase console game. Back then, I only had a low-quality scan of the manual. It told us plenty about the different mini-games on the cartridge. However, the screenshots were all monochrome.

But now...I have the cartridge. It's gotten a bit scuffed over the past ~20 years, but all of the kids managed to avoid hair, face, and brain damage. One thing that doesn't come across in the scan is that the white ring and white writing have a rainbow shimmer effect in person.

I have a working Pixter console to play it on.

Unfortunately, there is no video output, so any pictures or video that I make will involve pointing my phone camera at the screen. Now, I am aware that the MAME project is working on an emulator for the Pixter console, and they have confirmed that they have dumped data from the Cyberchase cartridge. However, their emulation is still in too early of a state to be able to play the game. Maybe someday, then the emulation is ready, I can give you direct video and screenshot capture from the emulation.

Anyway, while I won't be taking video for everything, I decided to get the animations used for the title screen and intro. I don't believe these have previously been made available online. Given that the Pixter is out-of-style, these animations may not have been seen in years. Now, even at the highest volume setting, the phone's microphone doesn't pick up the audio very well. Therefore, I had to record the audio separately, mute the audio from the phone's microphone, and then combine them together. Please watch to the end, as there is an animation that happens if you stay on the menu for too long.

Alright, I'm going to use screenshots to explain the rest of the game. There are other animations, and I may make a follow-up post to show them.

So, we get our title screen, with recreations of our kids that could be rendered on the Pixter's screen.

We get a shot of Motherboard during the intro.

Then we get our menu of five games: Poddle Sort, Bridge Break, Cyber Jam, Scramble and Drawing.

The login page is for up to four stored profiles. All of these profiles were on the cartridge when I found it. I haven't overwritten one to make a profile for myself yet. Not sure when these were last touched.

The first game, Poddle Sort, involves sorting Poddles into different trucks based on their shapes. We're trying to get them back to Poddleville, which is confusing. I thought Poddleville was the name of the entire site.

We get this cool computer graphic to tell us which level we are on. The first three games have three levels apiece, which increase the difficulty.

When you complete a level, you get a "level jump," which features the Cybersquad jumping.

The second game, Bridge Break, features an animation of Buzz and Delete breaking a bridge.

In order to repair the bridge, you need to work out the pattern to figure out which planks go where.

The third minigame, Cyber Jam, features an animation of Matt getting stuck in traffic. Hacker ruined the traffic lights.

This is a classic puzzle called Klotski. You need to move the other vehicles out of the way to get Matt through the exit.

The fourth minigame, Scarmble, features an animation with Jackie. She loves creating Cyber creatures, apparently. That's a bit terrifying.

You can make a little guy. He even has a little animation when you're done.

The final game, Drawing, is a simple drawing program. You get several backgrounds to choose from. They are all based on backgrounds from the show, remade to be rendered on the Pixter.

We get the Dracula's Castle from Castleblanca.

I'm not sure what site this is from. It doesn't look like anything we see on Kalamoor during "A Day at the Spa". Maybe its a shot from Solaria during "Snow Day to be Exact", after the Sunisphere was stolen and the site started to freeze over. It could be Penguia, but I doubt it, as Penguia didn't come around until "Penguin Tears" in mid-2005. Penguia would have been pretty late to be included in this game. I wonder if this was just an original piece of winter-themed art, since there weren't many winter-themed sites at the time.

We get that forest where the tall, blue bunny, one of the Lucky charms of Cyberspace, lives.

We get another place that I don't recognize.

We get this shot from Solaria.

I'm pretty sure this show it from Sensible Flats.

I don't immediately recognize the site from this shot.

We get a shot of Motherboard's control panel and screen from Control Central.

We get a shot of the Northern Frontier.

We get a shot from Poddleville.

We get the bridge from The Hacker's Grim Wreaker ship.

And finally, we get this establishing shot of Cyberspace.

That's all that I have to say about this game for right now. I may do a follow-up where I try to capture the transitional animations.

[fairydust-stuff]

Black Lagoon: Eiji, Revy, Yut Lung

Yut Lung comes though the doors Shenhua spent hours on his hair.  Revy is beside him in her usual Daisy dukes. “ You know you could of at least, freshed up a bit” 

“ Do I look like one of those fucking pomperian poddles that belongs in your purse?�� 

“ Your certainly loud enough” 

“ fuck you” 

“ Ah Yut Lung, your a bit over dressed” 

The first thing he see’s is that Japanese boy sitting beside Mr Chang at the table. 

“ What’s he doing here!” Yut Lung shouts angry overriding his common sense. 

“ Having dinner with us” 

Yut Lung bites his lip so hard he can taste blood. Mr Chang has the power here so he cann’t disobey him. Yet there is a terrible feeling inside him that this is even happening. 

“ Hey” he looks in surprise to see Revy leaning over him “ Pretend, he’s an ugly table decoration” 

Was Revy trying to give him advice? 

“ Very well” 

“ There’s some time before dinner, shall we play a game while we wait?” 

Yut Lung and Eiji glare at each other.  

Revy nods “ Ok Boss man what are we playing?” 

“ Xiangpi perhaps?” Yut Lung asked  “ My tutors often had me learn strategy games as part of my lessons.” then an thought came to him. “ Your not going to give my knuckles one wack for each wrong move are you?” 

“ We’ll see how the night ends” Mr Chang joked. “ Lets play candyland” 

Yut Lung looks at him incredulously. 

Five minutes later and the Japanese boy is several spaces ahead of everything. Yut Lung is stuck in licorice swamp. 

“ This is pointless!” 

“ Wow your a sore loser why am I not surprised” Revy drawls. 

“ This game in entirely defined by luck….there’s no strategy….no reason!”  he protested tugging at his hair. 

“ Its fun….this is why no one likes you” Eiji piped up. 

“ Shut up! People like Ash I don’t need to play mundane games…with willful idolts like you!”  He cann’t win, Yut Lung feels his blood start to boil.  A game he cann’t win there’s nothing worse and to make matters worse this Japanese boy is skipping ahead as always. While Yut Lung is stuck in one area of the board. 

Yut Lung knocks Eiji’s piece off the board  “ There now try to win” he gloats. 

“ You cheated….that’s how you get ahead in life you cheat and lie” Eiji spat! 

Yut Lung slaps him hard.

Revy smirks. 

“ Alright that’s enough” Mr Chang doesn’t even raise his voice. “ Now its time for the take away from this” 

“ So this was a test?” Yut Lung realized

“ You’ve learned the wrong ways to exert control….if anything that clumsy display….reveals your weaknesses” he continues to smoke. 

Yut Lung is ashamed of himself  “ I’m sorry” 

“ Its important to maintain composure even dealing with your worst enemy. It might feel good shouting at them but it gives them the upper hand in the situation” 

Yut Lung nods feeling worse. 

Chang explained. “ Displays of violence executed in anger let everyone know your losing complete control of the situation.” 

“ I appologize I’ll try and do better” 

“Your models for this world are men who think their something because they have bigger guns and a few whores to shove around” Mr Chang said dryly.  

He turns to Eiji  “ If Yut Lung hadn’t cheated as you said. Where would he be?” 

“ He’d have the same chance as everyone else to roll the dice to leave the swamp” Eiji retorted. 

Revy’s eyes went cold “ Shut up,  No wonder your winning this game….you basically live in a place …where everything is just cupcake frosting” 

Yut Lung feels a chill roll down his neck. 

“ You talk about fair chances….when you’ve had your god dam hand held since you got here”  she pauses 

 “ Not everyone had a superhero….or an enemy willing to cut you some slack. Some of us had to wade though the sewers. Rock says your in the twilight….but I think that’s giving you too much credit…..You live in the static.” 

“Revy” Mr Chang warns. 

Revy leans back. “ Lets finish playing” 

  Yut Lung looks at her in that moment, his hands feel sweaty. She was ready to kill that Japanese boy. Still he puts one hand on her shoulder in a silent gesture of understanding. 

“ Why are you so dam soft?” 

“ I want to be like you” he admitted quietly. 

“ No you….don’t” Revy said in an empty tone. 

Then Mr Chang looked out the window of the New York hotel  “ Unfortunately it looks like we got company” 

Revy and Yut Lung also look out the window to see Golzines men. 

“ He’s here for Ash’s Japanese boy” Yut Lung said angrily. 

“ He can get his own….I’’ll cover the three of you” Mr Chang pulls out two guns. 

Revy grins looking giddy with joy  “ Great! I need the exercise” she whipped out her guns. 

Yut Lung turns to Eiji  “ If you try and run The old pervert will  take you and this time the phone might not ring” 

Eiji shuttered violently  “ No….i’ll stay with you….your taking me to Ash right?” 

“ I really hate you” Yut Lung spat dragging Eiji after Revy and Chang who fired off two rounds at once back to back. 

Chang firing his gun though the head of a man who nearly shot Revy and Revy turning the gesture by blasting the guy who tried to sneak up on him. 

Despite the fear in his gut, Yut Lung is once again in awe of the two of them. Their like gods with shot guns blasting down to pick off the weak humans below.  Revy shoves him to the side and shoots her pistol mid shove to take out the guy trying to aim for Yut Lung’s shoulder. 

“ Thank you” he said as they fall to the ground. One guy goes crazy firing bullets left and right Revy darts  around and firing back gleefully.  

Yut Lung grabs Eiji and dives for cover. Dam it the stupid Japanese boy means he cann’t move as fast as usual! Yut Lung hates how weak he feels huddling against the wall with the one person he hates. He pulls out one of his acupuncture  needles. 

A guy falls a bullet though his head letting him bleed out as he falls close to them. 

Chang slides beside them and offers Yut Lung a gun. “ I know your untrained but its better then nothing” 

Yut Lung takes it. 

“ What about me?”  Eiji protested 

“ Two hands….get the boys out” Chang said in the aftermath of the sea of bodies. “ I’ll hang around to make we didn’t miss anyone,, take the stairs not the elevator” 

Revy nods “ Get behind me dipshits!” 

[gremlinanonstoryblog]

✨Update???✨

I don't know anymore... I'm so confused, the panic finally broke me

So, y'all remember the otter video I rebloged?

Well, in the tags I said I would marry the person how gifts me an otter, and when I wrote it, both Miss oh honey and Roommate were cuddling with me

Miss oh honey laughed when I wrote that and said "You know what, same! I will marry the person that gives me an otter"

Yesterday roommate was out almost all day, we didn't know why and also didn't ask, they just got out and I'm gonna confess, I hot a little stressed thinking something happened to them and they were dead and stuff

But when they got back, they were carrying a puffy bag, it was big, but didn't look heavy (even if it was they would have no problem carrying it "-w-)

We thought nothing of it

This morning, me and Miss oh honey woke up with two big stuffed otters on top of us, they both had collars with tiny papers attached

We sit up, picked the papers and in both of them was writen

"Sooo... Do stuffed otters count too? I hope so cause, I wanna marry you, but will you marry me?"

We just- WHAT!?

Isn't it too soon???

ARE THEY JOKING!?!?

IS IT REALLY JUST A JOKE WITH AN UNSPOKEN UNLESS👀??????

Gremlin.ex as stoped responding - Gay fille has been corruped by Panic.ex

*I was also like that for a while

After the panic overload wore off, we got to the living room and breakfast was already in the table, but roommate was nowhere to be seen

We had breakfast, got to the sofa and cuddle each other with the otters like little kids

Few hours after that, they came back with groceries

They got out and speed to the hallway that leads to the rooms and bathrooms

I think they cleaned the whole house at this point, and me and miss oh honey were still too shook to do jack shit

After a long time, Miss oh honey called them and in my mind I was like ARE YOU CRAZY!!?? DO WANT US TO DIE FROM PANIC!?!?!? YOU CRAZY IDIOT!!!!!

They got in front of us and were blushing so much that even me, the dense idiot i the room, noticed

We were all quiet for a moment until Miss oh honey spoke

"Are you serious?"

"Bout wha'?"

"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talkin bout"

"I mean... Yes? No? I donno... At first it was supose to be a silly joke... But... I guess I was just making an excuse again... Like all the excuses I made to convince myself that I didn't love Miss oh honey during years and the excuses I did to tell myself I wasn't attracted to Grem..."

"S-so... You are serious!?"

"Yeah, I am! I don't wanna hide my feellings with stupid excuses! I wanna be honest... I wanna be better! For you, for me... For us..."

Silence

"Look... I don't need an anwser right now, you can take as long as you need to anwser, especially if you think it's too soon... I can wait years if you need me to! As long as you are honest with me, ok?"

We nodded and they left with a soft smile that made me melt into a tiny gay poddle

HOW CAN YOU BE SO CUTE AND COOL AT THE SAME TIME!?!?!?!?

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!!!??

GOD WTF ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR CREATIONS AYE!!??

THAT'S NOT SUPOSED TO BE POSSIBLE!!!

Isn't it?...

...

They are cooking something right now and we are just existing

Both me and Miss oh honey don't know what the hell to do or say, we are in internal panic

Like, we discussed this and we both want to say yes, but part of us is still a bit unsure bout being too soon, like, what if they regret being bold or something? What if they are still unsure? What if we don't want this? What if this ends up in shit and we just get hurt for nothing??? WHAT IF THEY GET HURT BECAUSE WE ARE UNSURE!?!?!

WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPOSED TO DO???!!!

We know we both want this and can see a future for all of us (gayness intensifies)

BUT STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!

SWEET GAYNESS PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME!!!

Please send help, we are gay poddles ;-;

Hope you are having a great mothers day :D

I called my mom today but couldn't be with her cause she suspects she has covid and will test to see if she does, she only has a fever, but still wants to be sure

We talked a lot tho and I'm very happy to be able to do this again😁

Have a great day everyone!!!

And please send help ;-;/

[yoshikoooo]

"Meetings on a rainy Day"

Sakuya X Reader

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

You Looked at yourself reflecting on the poddles in the street you were walking.

'Pathetic'

You thought at yourself and continued walking, It was raining yet You were not holding any umbrella or any Coat, let alone, you were not even trying to avoid the rain.

You need this, after all you were tired.  Tired of the family Who only abused and used you. They didn't even care, not even the tiniest bit about you.  You were hurt and broken yet all they did was rub salt on the wound you had all the time.

"I did everything for them, Yet why?  Why do I still feel empty?"

You mumbled at yourself while the sound of the rain felt like it was joining you and your complaints.

You stayed silent for awhile.

"Why am I like this? "

A realization struck you immediately and you stopped walking, you looked at the sky filled with grayish clouds while the rain continued getting heavier.

You laughed sadly.

Yes, You longed for attention. The attention and affection you wanted ever since your parents passed away.  You did everything to Please your Aunts and uncles hoping they'll somehow Treat you like their own family, but It wasn't going as planned. In short, You were an Idiot to believe That they would even perceive you as One.

Your eyes stung at that sudden realization.

'In the first place, I wasn't even Needed nor loved'

You thought, as the tears you were holding back finally gave in.  Right now, You were thankful to the rain, You can cry as much as you want without any people noticing it.

It was as if the rain was there for you.

You were about to start walking, when suddenly the rain stopped hitting your shaking body.

'What?'

You looked infront of you to see a red haired boy, He was covering you from the rain with his umbrella.

"Are you alright?" The red haired boy said with concern, His eyes were innocently pure. you were sure, He didn't came to you with other intentions.

'But Why is he concerned about me while I'm just a stranger?'

You were confused at his actions that you just looked at the boy, unable to say anything, He started getting anxious, Thinking Maybe, it was rude to ask that from someone who you didn't even know.

"I-I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I-I'm Sakuma Sakuya! Nice to meet you-?" He introduced himself and Looked at you. Waiting for you to Say your name.

You took a deep sigh before answering.

"Y/n, Nice to meet you sakuya" You said and gave a forced smile.

Silence filled the air between you two but then it was broken when he talked again.

"Hey Y/n, Are you.. alright?" He asked the same question again.

But this time, the feeling was different, the both of you just met and yet It felt like you can trust him better.  It's like, he can feel the emotions you have deep inside you,

Its like, he can understand you-

You just realized, This is the first time someone asked you that Question, After all the years of suffering and Crying, This is the first time someone asked if You were fine.

You suddenly felt like letting everything out in an instant but you tried to keep everything calm. You didn't think getting asked if you were fine or not would make you break down this much.

Another tear left your eyes.

"No... I'm not fine at all" You said and smiled bitterly.

You saw how his eyes, soften, As if he Knew the pain you were going through. Is it sympathy? Pity? You didn't care, but, the way he's looking at you was comforting.

"... I-If it's okay with you... I'll hear you out. Although, I don't know If I can be of any help.. s-shall we go and find a place to talk?" He said and gave you an angelic smile making you smile unknowingly.

You nodded quickly as both of you walked side by side with Sakuya Holding the umbrella as the Rain Continued to come down.

For the first time, You were finally able to smile because of someone.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

[xathia-89]

Playing in the Alpha’s World - Pt 8

My skirts were tight, as I was padding around the office at five months pregnant, my shoes were long gone and somewhere under my desk as Mitsuhide was sitting on my desk with a chuckle.  

“We both know Hideyoshi would be going mad at the sight of you right now,” he sniggered.

“We both know you’re sending photos to Kenshin, and he’ll be threatening to come and carry me everywhere again,” I corrected him, before leaning on the intercom. “Natalie? Need to borrow you please.”

We had hired three 'secretarial' roles. Natalie was our main role, she took on my old job description while backed up by Annika and Johann. Natalie spent most of her day being called into the office and giving the role of judge between Mitsuhide and me something which never failed to amuse. Natalie had spat out her drink when it came out that I was an omega, she said that someone had clearly gotten things wrong because I was an alpha all over. Then she met Kenshin and conceded some form of defeat. It was a month or so after the mass hiring that we found out that I was 10 weeks pregnant, so we were now going through documents to see about bringing on someone to take on my role for several months.  

“Just speak to Hideyoshi and Nobunaga,” Natalie was shaking her head at us. “Masamune may come over with Kiyotaka, and you said there was an omega with him?”

Both of us paused and looked at the other. It hadn't occurred to us that another VP member would want to consider coming over as I checked the timings.  

“He’s out of the office for the day now, he’ll be in when you come in at seven tomorrow morning though,” Natalie was getting very confident in herself, as she stood with her hands on her hips.

“Why do I work with so many alphas?” I grumbled, sitting down and tapping emails out to Nobunaga, Hideyoshi and Masamune.

“Because you apparently attract us,” Natalie laughed, turning around with the swing of her hips before my phone started to ring.

“Guten abend, Frau Kayda Uesugi spricht,” I opened on autopilot.

“Entschuldigung,” the voice came on the other end.

“Nein!” I blurted out, “Es is Kayda Saito!”

I couldn't believe I had slipped up as I continued on the call. The client was thankfully believing of me before Natalie was emailing me while on the phone afterwards with them. Her shit-eating grin was enough for concern while I was trying to look busy.  

It was getting more and more suspicious as it came time for me to leave, and Natalie was still wearing that grin.

“See you tomorrow, Frau Uesugi!” She called out, at such a volume that Mitsuhide definitely heard, and smirked at me.

“I am never hearing the end of that one,” I sighed, getting in the elevator to escape the giggling shit heads.

It was getting worse when Masamune landed. Kiyo gave me a sympathetic smile when my nameplate was presented as 'Frau Kayda Uesugi', and Kenshin had been sent plenty of photos of my door and the likes as well. Natalie had told him what I had said to a client, and Kenshin simply hadn't done anything since. It was a slip of the tongue, nothing major, and I was getting rounder by the day at seven months pregnant. I was falling asleep occasionally in the middle of the afternoon or after lunch on some occasions, and Johann and Annika had been sent food hunting a couple of times a day at least. Kenshin was on speed dial for everyone since he knew exactly what was sold where for my cravings, and Natalie had created a spreadsheet to keep tabs on it as well. Especially when it was proven that a year or two after the birth of a child, ruts and heats would generally start up again. Meaning this would likely not be my only pregnancy.

Kiyo was checking with Natalie the sort of things that I would be covering, as I then informed Masa he would be checking in with Hideyoshi mostly. Not pleasant news to Masa as he knew that Hideyoshi would be relentlessly nagging about 'no sex in the office', which made me laugh.  

“No way,” Masa laughed. “You haven’t?”

"I had blinds installed, and soundproofed the walls," I winked, showing him how to operate the blinds to obscure us. "Shadows still show if the light comes from behind, but if you put the phone to code 7, then Natalie knows where to shine the lights. Mitsuhide has a couple of rendezvous too, so you can dump us all in if anyone gets caught," I grinned, before huffing a little at a swift kick to my bladder. I grunted and leaned on the intercom. "Natalie, spare trousers and panties, please. My baby is using my bladder as a trampoline."  

“Natsuki says she just feels fat right now,” Masamune chuckled in sympathy, already throwing tissues down at the floor for the dribbles. “I’m sure our experiences will change with the passing months too.”

“She’ll long for the days of feeling fat. I get angry at so many things because they’re out of reach. I can’t stretch as far, I definitely can’t bend down most of the time,” I listed, before feeling more uncomfortable and excusing myself to find Natalie with the discreet changing bag out on her desk for me to poddle off to the toilets and clean up.

The end of my day wasn't getting here fast enough before Kenshin was called yet again to the office to get me. I couldn't keep my eyes open at all, and my office couch was the right size for a nap with my feet elevated on the far arm. Masamune was wearing a big grin before I was scooped up into Kenshin's arms and carried off. Mitsuhide stopped us just before the lift and placed an envelope in my lap with a wink. It almost felt like everyone that worked around us was looking and waving me good night as I fiddled with the envelope. Summoning the energy even just to open it was impossible, I was so snug in Kenshin's hold, it was too comfortable to focus on anything. I let myself just enjoy being held by my alpha before I was lowered to the sofa with a smile that would melt Australia in the middle of their fires.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hand stroking my bump. “Growing and glowing,” he kissed me on the cheek.

“With your child,” I slightly pouted. “I feel so useless and fed up, I can’t get to so much stuff.”

Then he started to massage my feet, and all of my thoughts fell away, a soft purr echoing throughout me as the soothing sensations worked through me.  

“Are you going to open the envelope?” He smiled serenely at me. He looked too angelic for me to try and be mad at, while I slipped my finger in under the flap, ripping it open and pulling out the card.

“Dear Kayda,” I began, reading out loud after moving the smaller envelope out of the way. “We wish you all the best for the birth of your baby with Kenshin. You will be sorely missed in your absence, and we eagerly await the announcement of the birth,” I paused, trying to work out if it meant what I thought it did. “Yes, you’re on maternity leave now for the next five months. You had to leave me with Masamune too. You will be able to start returning after that for reduced hours since Natsuki will be due around that date, so you and Masamune can share the role,” It made me smile that Mitsuhide was enjoying teasing me even through a card. “Enjoy all the nap times without being disturbed by anyone other than you and the baby now.”

Kenshin had moved to nuzzle my neck, smiling as he tapped the smaller card.

It contained a gift card to one of the stores I mentioned that we seemed to be spending all of our free time in. From everyone at work, something that touched me as I fired off texts to Mitsuhide, Masa and Natalie.

"At least I won't be walking into your office most days now," Kenshin teased before he kissed me on the head.  

“Meanie,” I pouted, before getting up and getting a shower.

***

Kagami Isehime Uesugi born Thursday at 4.39 am weighing 3.97 kilos. Mother and baby at home and doing well. No flowers are to be sent, by request of parents.

The email ripped through the company worldwide, there were cards with all sorts of postage stamps on for us as I bounced our little girl in my arms. She was as cute as anything, with tufts of my honey-coloured hair and then Kenshin's mismatched eyes peeking out before I tucked her safely away in her pushchair.  

The walk was almost a faint memory after four months. Kagami had arrived a little early, two weeks before we expected her, but she was on the heavy side when born anyway. She was eager to get out into our world; it seemed as I pushed through to our reception. A new girl on the desk gave me a very snooty look. She scoffed when I asked for Natalie, Johann or Annika, saying that I would need an appointment to see anyone at that level. I kept pushing politely until Annika was summoned with a tired look on her face.  

It disappeared the moment she saw me, her face lit up like a Christmas tree, and she squealed, rushing over to peek into the pushchair. She was gushing and pushing me into the lift, rambling away about the terrors that Masamune and Mitsuhide had been up to in my absence.  

Natalie was on the phone, though she was now trying to get whoever it was on the phone, off so she could come and join in the mutual squealing. Johann was cooing, cradling Kagami and showing her to Annika and Natalie from afar.

“How long until you come back? I miss your organisation, and that you don’t join up with Mitsuhide for pranks,” Natalie begged, glaring over my shoulder as the two incriminating suspects came into view.

“She’s just mad you got Natsuki pregnant before she could sit on her face,” Mitsuhide chuckled to Masamune, and then leaned forward to kiss Kagami on the head. “Hey you, not giving mom a hard time I hope?”

"She's as good as gold, makes me wonder when it'll kick in, and she'll start. We're on a good routine at least," I smiled, stroking her nose.  

“Well, I’m sure once you’re pregnant with your next, her jealousy will pick up,” Masamune laughed.

“No, that’s just Kenshin,” I grinned, and winked at Johann. “Alphas don’t like it when their omegas are preoccupied with someone else.”

Natalie stuck her tongue out, taking Kagami from Johann. “She’s so beautiful. You two make the best babies.”

"I'll take that compliment and pass it to Kenshin as well," I blushed, glancing over the office. Coming back part-time would give me the best of both worlds, I did miss my job, but I loved the new addition to my life. Things moved on and progressed, and our friendly family was only going to grow from this point. Nobunaga and Ieyasu had adopted a young boy in New York, Hideyoshi and Hitomi were early on in their pregnancy, Sasuke had met a young omega called Kaede, and they were apparently in the middle of a mutual rut and heat. It wouldn't be long before Yukimura and Shingen made announcements about relationships I figured.  

It was warming. Masamune’s arm around my shoulder while Natalie was teasing Mitsuhide about being the odd one out for once.

It was heaven, and I’d never been happier.

[randomfandomfamily]

Alright, here’s the other story I did a few weeks ago. It takes place during Season 2 Episode 4, so… yeah. Good times. Anyways, I just got done editing the crap out of it, so I’ma post it now and get to work on some of those requests ✌

“GARY!!” Little Cato panicked. Pushing himself off the ceiling, he tried to chase Gary into the translucent pink void. He slammed into it, unable to pass, watching Gary disappearing behind a wall of solidified time. “NO!!”

He beat his fists against the wall. “Gary?! Gary, can you hear me?! Gary!” The power flickered back on, gravity reactivating, and Little Cato fell unceremoniously to the floor. “Hang on, Gary, I’m coming!” He pulled his blaster off his side and fired it at the wall. “Come on, come on, come on!”

The gun wasn’t working, so he holstered it and took off running. “Guys! Gary’s trapped on the other side, we gotta get him back!” He couldn’t hear anyone, and he assumed the worst. Had all been injured in the crash. Or maybe they- “Nightfall! HUE! Ash, Fox, anybody! Hello?!”

Every hallway was empty. Giving a frustrated shout, Little Cato went back and checked every room. Twice. “Empty, empty… AVA where are they?!” He paused, realizing the ship’s AI hadn’t answered. “AVA, too? What is going on?!”

He looped back around to the control room. “Guys, this isn’t funny! We have to help Gary, he’s trapped on the-!”

Then he remembered. He and Gary were the only ones in the control room when it hit. Everyone else was…

“On the other side…” Little Cato whispered. “I’m on the other side.” He felt his heart sink with the realization. “I’m trapped.”

Between the slowly increasing despair and suffocating fear of never getting back to his friends, Little Cato spent the next couple of days throwing anything and everything at the pink wall that kept them separated. Eventually he realized that he simply didn’t have the resources to break solid time.

So he decided to be a little more productive with his time. He spent the next couple of days doing some repairs. There wasn’t much he could do, but he knew how to use the welding tools, so that’s what he took care of first.

After about four days of making absolutely sure he welded together every piece of the ship he could (it took longer than expected without AVA to tell him where to go and what to fix), Little Cato ended up back in the control room, tapping his fingers anxiously against the arm of the chair.

The controls weren’t working. Nothing was working. And that stupid wall of pure pink frustration still wouldn’t budge no matter what he hit it with.

“Think…” Little Cato crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Gary and the others are gonna try and find a way through from their side, and they’ve probably still got AVA. Maybe the best thing I can do is wait. I mean, the ship’s still connected, right? I could seriously mess stuff up if I start messing with wires.”

Rocking back and forth, he reconsidered. “Then again, this is a time shard. Maybe normal laws of physics don’t apply here.” He paused. “Does this fall under physics? Whatever, it’s some kind of science.”

He stood and cracked his knuckles. “Well, it’s been a week and nothing’s happened. If nothing over there has affected anything over here, then I guess I can mess with some stuff if I need to.”

The only real problem was that Little Cato wasn’t sure what to do. He could do surface repairs. He understood the basics of spacecraft engineering. He knew how to hack into someone else’s mainframe. He could lightfold, jump a dead craft, hotwire someone’s ship (that last one was strictly emergencies only), but the Crimson Light was an advanced shipt. And when it came to redirecting power and trying to keep track of the important wires that needed to not be cut, it was completely beyond him.

He was a hacker and builder, but he was not equipped for this.

Fortunately, he found a manual that outlined the ships wiring and circuits and whatever else was in this complex monster of a ship. Unfortunately, it was huge and full of words he didn’t understand. But, on the plus side, he had plenty of time to read through it and even understand most of it.

Which also meant… that meant his friends still hadn’t come for him.

But they were coming, Little Cato was sure of it. Even as weeks and weeks passed, he knew that they were going to come, even if it was taking a while.

The more he studied, the more clear it became that he wouldn’t be able to move the ship. He would have to redirect power to the engine, and he didn’t have access to it. He tried to see if he could do it indirectly from the controls but, as he suspected, the time shard was preventing any correlation between the split sides of the ship.

He couldn’t get power to the engine, but he could redirect it to the parts of the ship he did have access to. In order to make sure he had as much power as possible, he shut off most of the lights and redirected it to oxygen, gravity, and other essential parts to his survival on the ship.

By the time he had studied all the materials and mastered the intricacies of the ship, there was an estimated sixty-seven years or so before he ran out of power. Not that he would ever need that much power because Gary would definitely find him long before then.

The three years he had already spent there were nothing, really. He had already spent that long in the Lord Commander’s care, and that was way more terrifying.

There was only one thing that he had from the other side, and that was the hologram he had built of his father. It was kind of the only thing that kept him motivated. When in doubt, Avocato was always there to say that he believed in Little Cato’s abilities.

Or at least that’s what Little Cato could program him to say. The real Avocato had never even said ‘I love you’, much less ‘I’m proud’ but, hey, a kid could dream. Besides, who else would know? Fox was his roommate, and he didn’t even know.

Three years doubled, then tripled, and suddenly twenty years had gone by. Little Cato had stopped carving lines into the wall. There were too many to count.

Except that he had counted all of them. Several times. Because he didn’t have much else to do.

All he could do was wait. Wait and survive. Fix the ship, maintain the ship, wait for Gary, survive until the next day.

Being thirty-four was weird. Little Cato around Gary’s age… though Gary would actually be in his early fifties by now.

Little Cato often wondered if the others were stuck just like he was. Could they have possibly found a way to detach the Crimson Light from the shard? Or maybe they had called for help and gotten on a different ship?

Gary did have universe-saving to do… dimensional keys to find… it would make sense if they had all left. Little Cato wouldn’t blame them, really. Two decades was a long time to wait.

“You bet it’s a long time,” a voice laughed, “I’ve been hopping timelines for a while now. Twenty years is no joke.”

Little Cato whirled around. “Nightfall?” But of course there was no one there. He shook his head. “Get it together, Little Cato. You haven’t been here that long.” The tally marks on the wall seemed to laugh at him. “Well… not long enough to go crazy, anyway.”

He hesitated. “But hypothetically speaking… what would Nightfall say if she were here? She knows more about time than I do…”

“The best thing you can do is remember is to stay calm.” Nightfall’s voice said gently. “It doesn’t matter how much you know or how much you learn, it’s useless if you are too scared to act.”

Little Cato smiled. “Right… stay calm.” He smiled to himself while he worked. “And you know who was always pretty good at keeping people calm? Mooncake.” He grinned. “Mooncake always gave the best face hugs.”

“Chookity-pok?”

“Well, probably Gary because he has, you know, arms. But you and your little poddles totally win in the face-hug department.”

“Chookity.”

Little Cato chuckled. “Yeah, well-” He dropped wrench he was holding. “What the heck am I doing? Am I seriously talking to myself?! Get a grip, man!”

And he had a grip… for another two years or so. Then he figured, what’s the harm in pretending he had Nightfall and Mooncake back? As long as he remembered that it wasn’t real, everything would be fine. It was really no different than the hologram he had of his father.

He just couldn’t imagine Gary. Only Nightfall and Mooncake.

Though after a while it seemed kind of wrong not to include HUE. And things were just too quiet in his room without Fox around to bicker with, and if Fox was there of course Ash had to be there.

Clarence got to be there to for some reason, but Little Cato didn’t remember when he showed up. Or Tribore. They both just sort of appeared.

Somehow he managed to fix AVA. Though he wasn’t sure if he had actually fixed AVA, or if that was just one more thing he had created in his slowly deteriorating mind, but she and HUE seemed to be getting along either way.

And KVN was there… but he hated KVN. There’s no way he would have imagined KVN there with them. Maybe he had been there the whole time… that had to be it. Of course that was it. KVN was just always there.

The only one who wasn’t there was Gary. Tribore asked about it once, where Gary was, and all Little Cato could do was tell him the truth: Gary was on the other side. They had to get back. No matter how long it took.

But then awful things started to happen. Fox and Ash died, Nightfall slowly started to go blind, things that Little Cato wouldn’t wish upon his friends in a million years were becoming reality all around him. Part of him started to wonder if ever really imagined them.

Forty-five years on the other side of the time shard, and Little Cato had completely forgotten he was ever alone.

Little Cato had forgotten that he was the trapped one. He had forgotten that the friends he had conjured were only meant for emotional support. Everything was real to him. Sixty years of trying to break through the time shard to find Gary was so so real…

He didn’t remember that he forgot until he was saved.

It wasn’t until he saw Gary staring down at him that he remembered where he had really been for the past sixty years. When he had his ghostly friends to keep him company, he forgot that he had been alone, his mind twisting his memories so that he never remembered.

But being back… being young and back in his time… he remembered. Every memory came flooding back: every torturous night, every haunting day, every moment of crippling loneliness came back with a crushing vengeance.

“I was alone for so long…” Little Cato stood, trying not to show how hard it was to reorient himself. “For sixty years…”

Gary blanched. “Wait, are you saying you remember? You remember what happened in there?”

“Ugh.” His own insanity flashed through his mind. “Yeah… all of it.” He couldn’t stop thinking about how twisted everything had gotten. All he had wanted was the reassuring memories of his friends. Something to call on when he didn’t know what to do.

How did things get so out of hand? Why did they get so out of hand? Maybe trying to create a person out of memories wasn’t all that… healthy.

An image of a gray box prodded at the back of his mind. There was something he had to do.

“Dang. Loneliness is the worst, man. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Gary looked at him, concerning tugging his features into a worried frown. “You are okay… right?”

The answer was no. But he couldn’t tell Gary that. He also couldn’t lie and say yes. So he just said, “Thank you, guys. For not giving up on me.”

And then he left. It was going to be a long, long time before he was ready to talk about what happened in the time shard. But there was one thing he definitely wouldn’t be telling this to.

It was time to put that hologram away. For good this time.

[adder948]

I'd like to be important to someone,

I'd like someone calls me and asks "How are you?"

To listen maybe I'm a good person,

To be maybe their second thought,

Not the first, I know I can't ask too much,

But at least not their last thought, or worse,

Don't cross their mind, never once.

And still I am, stucked in a mud's poddle,

Too stubborn to declare defeat,

Too weak to fight and be free.

I'd like to be someone's special,

As friend, as loved one, as everything they want,

So I can experience what it feels to be loved.

Unfortunately, I know, deep inside I know

If someone calls me I don't answer,

If they asks how I am, I'm ready to answer "I'm ok,"

Because really, I'm really ok, can't you see?

I always smile, I try to be optimistic, of course I'm ok!

If I listen I'm a good person, my first thought is to find the trick,

"What do you need, you dick?!"

If someone tells me I am their second,

or another thought, but not the first or the last,

I don't believe them, or I think they mean

something, more complicated, more unreal,

And I don't want to have these thoughts.

But I'd like to be someone's special.

And still I am, stucked in a mud's poddle,

Too stubborn to declare defeat,

Too weak to fight and be free.

I'd like to be inside someone's heart,

And to listen its beat for me,

But the mud stops me, and I am here,

Don't worry about it, I say myself,

It's all right, as I answer to people, it's all perfectly right.

[misskazehana]

I’ve been sick with the flu for the past week or so and still recovering from it, so I am happy so share the fruits of my labor from last night. 

The top pic is of Viridian, he’s Emerald son and prince of the wind kingdom; he’s a bit of a goof ball- he dreams of seeing the world beyond the clouds someday.

The bottom pic is of Orchid, she’s Violette’s daughter- she’s a poddle (a plant person) and loves going on nature hikes when she can. She hopes to make new discoveries and new friends.

: 3 Have a lovely day, and hope you enjoy these~

Viridian and Orchid belong to me, misskazehana

[beanjuice-duh]

For the prompt thing 113 with Cinnabun or Playride please? I just really want to see Christine

Christine was having the worse day of her life…

No she really wasn’t, she was being dramatic but it could have well been the worse day of her life. It was another day she was getting ready for rehearsal when the worse thing could have happened to her. She got sick. Christine only got sick twice a year, and though she had known it was a while since the last time she had been ill she didn’t think it would come around the time she was going to be leading the school in this year’s production of Hamlet. 

Instead of practicing her lines for Ophelia she was stuck in her room, medicating a cough and a runny nose. She had no doubt her understudy would be fine but it was a crippling disappointment to miss opening night due to her immune system deciding to take five. 

She laid in bed with her eyes closed, ignoring all the texts of pity she was receiving. In true Shakespearean fashion she didn’t want to suffer out loud, but perhaps with a lengthy soliloquy. That was until a certain ringtone caught her off guard. She looked over and noticed Brooke was trying to facetime her. 

Christine wasn’t one to break her strict ‘no talking’ rule for a speedy recovery but gosh did she have a soft spot for a blonde who happened to be working at Lust at the mall. “Hi” she croaked once the camera came into focus. As always, Brooke was stunning, from her pink, plump lips to her nearly poreless face and near-constantly half lidded, bedroom expression on her face. “Are you on break?” 

“Yup” Brooke smiled, “and look what I have~” She turned her camera around and turned it towards the floor. Christine saw as dozens of fluffy, waggy tailed puppies danced around the floor and weaved through Brooke’s feet. They barked and licked at her ankles causing her to giggle and pick up a small poddle. “Aren’t they cute!” 

“Well yes” Christine giggled, coughing between each one. Once she steadied her hoarse throat she continued. “But where did all these puppies come from?” 

“I’m on break and I know usually we walk around the mall and whatever…” She smiled, “but Chloe was busy…and I dunno, I missed you. So I thought what’s something almost as just and fun as Christine.” Brooke babbled in her soft, lilted voice. She had a way of making her voice sound sleepy and ever so sweet. The idea that Christine was missed made her fever double in heat. 

“So…you got puppies?” 

Brooke nodded earnestly, “they’re almost as cute as you.” She booped noses with the tiny poodle puppy she was carrying. “Sadly they do not kiss as nice as you do.” Brooke blushed a bit letting the puppy lick at her chin. 

Christine bit her lip suppressing the urge to both laugh  and cough. “Well at the moment anything is better at kissing than I am…I’m sick.” 

“mm doubtful, even sick I think you’re still pretty fantastical.” 

“Agree to disagree then.” 

Brooke placed the puppy down and then stared at Christine. “I’ll come over and change your mind–” 

“Brooke…” Christine wanted to fight her off but with Brooke looking at her like that…she couldn’t help it. “I don’t want you getting sick.” 

“I’m already sick” she faked coughed into her fist. “See, I’ll bring you soup and lots of puppy kisses!” She quickly hung up the phone and sent Christine a text. 

‘ kove you! xx ‘

Christine looked over the typoed text and nodded, “Kove you too.” 

100+ Prompts

[dzmoot]

The Tuuns didn’t know what to say or do at this point. They all expected this goldfish robot guy to stab them in the backs like Addimar did, but deep down in their guts was still a tiny sliver of hope. A microscopic fragment, smithereen of optimism that somehow, someway, this goldfish robot guy could be their solution, their way back to Namasis. Siobhan, who was reminded of the Ippicus snow globe walked right up to the creature and began lightly tapping his glass bowl. 

What are you? Who are you? 

Igginsworth was perplexed beyond belief. 

This is a funny place to find such a normal creature like a goldfish!

The creature tapped his cybernetic torso, clicked a certain button and activated a doorway within his bowl. When it opened, it released several small pellets into the water which the fish glooped glooped up in a matter of seconds. Then the fish inside the bowl stood in place, floating calmly as the robotic body spoke. 

I am Poddles the Hyper Intelligent Goldfish and leader of the creatures known as Domeheads. We were once the prime inhabitants of Razlaobo when it was a world of crystal clear waters and sandy beaches. We thrived for years and never dreamed of that fateful day when the Mitziwonker came to town. 

Then Poddles pushed a button on his wrist, activating a holographic image of the demon and Addimar spreading havoc all throughout the planet. The Tuuns looked on in utter disgust and shock. 

The Mitziwonker takes over a beautiful planet to take his 600 Year Hibernation upon. As he slumbers and rests, the planet festers into a dismal, dystopian world as he drains all it’s energy and eventually, when his nap is done, he departs and the planet dies off all together. 

Another holographic image appeared before the Tuuns, this one depicting Poddles and the remaining Domeheads trying to overcome the Mitziwonker with little avail. 

We all fought with the strength of ten million titans, but we were no match for the creature. He ate us, swallowed us whole. Our absence finally allowed the Mitziwonker to spread his entire influence across the land. But little does he know we are still alive, dwelling in his appendix for the last few centuries, trying to find our way out and finish him once and for all.  

A puzzled, curious Zappy butted in. 

And why have you and the Domeheads been unable to break yourselves out of this guy’s inners? I mean, I shredded an octopus’ inners trying to get out of his belly, but you guys look like you could do it in a heartbeat? 

Poddles unveiled his final hologram. It was a strange looking vortex. 

And it would seem like it would take no more than a few seconds to get out of the Mitziwonker, but his skin is impenetrable. 

Hampire, who had remained awfully quiet until that point said a few words only to be nudged by Kruonch. 

Yeh, we found that out for sure! 

Poddles continued.

The only true way to exit the Mitziwonker is to travel through the portal which is at the top of his spinal column. This portal is what allows the demon to be connected with the other demons throughout the universe and find new planets to dwell on. We have tried millions of times to go through this portal, but we are mostly composed of robot parts and the portal only excepts organic lifeforms. If several organic lifeforms pass through at once, the Mitziwonker will be cut off from his psychic link and possibly die off himself.

Then it seemed like all the Tuuns’ minds melted together. Each one of them, at the very same time came up with the very same idea. Igginsworth asked Poddles a very important question.

What if we got up there, passed through that portal? We are organic lifeforms after all and we are anxious to get back to our homeworld. 

Poddles was still for several moments, his metal plated arms trembling and making a clank clank sound as drops of fluid flew out. His robot torso hummed like a laptop which had become overheated. Then, as the fish within starting swimming in the water, his gills shimmering and his flippers flipping, he finally came through with a response. 

WE MUST PREPARE THEN! THE TIME FOR THE MITZIWONKER TO FALL HAS FINALLY ARRIVED! FOLLOW ME TO THE APPENDIX, MY TUUN SAVIORS! 

And just like that, Poddles whipped out two laser pistols from a port on his back, holding them proudly in each hand as if they were made of diamond. 

TIME TO GET TOONTASTIC! 

[outwardjourneywithin]

Week 2 - Getting Fucked Up at a Children’s Birthday Party

28/02/17

"I love this country! Everywhere I go I get drunk!"

My uncle remembers me screaming these words 7 years ago at his bucks night. All his friends remember too. I don't.

I always knew I had an inclination to kind of take it too far and make a mess of myself at parties (because it's funny, and funny is fun). It's also stressful at times too, I wonder if I'm making too much of a mess of myself, I start to think too much, get deep inside my head. Self doubt starts creeping in and then gushing through. Consuming me, prompting me to just sit still, say nothing, do nothing, do not even try, a single thing. Ever. I just sit and shut up.

The other night was one such example of me exhibiting that sort of behaviour. Getting messy at a small child's birthday is a wildly inappropriate atmosphere for embarrassments to occur. The party started at 5pm, as an always punctual individual (to important events) I arrived at 5:02pm. I figured a child's birthday isn't the sort of place where you arrive fashionably late. Evidently I was wrong. Nobody else was there, not even my uncle yet and it was his child's birthday. My aunty was frantically running around the kitchen slicing up wraps for nibblies. She was frazzled but smiling and welcoming.

My two baby cousins were blonde haired blue eyed little watchers. The youngest was almost three and eldest - the birthday boy - was five. They stared up at me in mesmerised confusion. Another new addition to the ever increasing boundaries of their world. They accepted me to into their new reality and went on with their day. I gave my cousin his little bag of goodies. The bag consisted of two colouring books and some chocolates. I wanted to get him crayons but couldn't find them. I tried probably ten different shops, even the shop attendants didn't know where I could get some.

Slowly, more people started filtering through. I nervously sort of poddled around. I didn't know the language well enough to engage fully, but I could throw in a comment or two when somebody directly spoke to me.

I had some champagne and when it finished Dorota (my aunty) asked me, "so next, beer or vodka?". In my head I thought, 'surely not vodka, you can't do shots at a 5 year old's birthday. You don't get white girl wasted, at a baby's birthday.'

Well I was wrong. I had a lot to learn about my culture, family and what happens at family events. I asked Dorota for a beer, she laughed thinking I was joking, poured two shots of vodka and gave one to me. We cheers'd, drained them, and only after I got my beer . Just like I said 7 years ago, everywhere I go in this country, I get wasted. What a country, what a family!

After that my tongue was lubed up good. I could have comfortably spoken to anyone from any country with any language. I had so much to say and so much to drink in.

Fortunately though I got to wag it in my native language. I engaged with the only English speaking person at the party. She was a woman in her late 30s, wife of a diplomat, and spent the last 7 years living in Geneva.

She spoke English well and was an intellectual. Kind eyes and a warm personality, she probably went to events all the time where she had to meet people. It was very easy to talk to her, and it was so exciting to finally talk to someone in English. Giving myself a bit of validation, remembering that in my own tongue, I do have a lot to say.

I started to think two things. The first was, 'How does Lukasz, who is a loose cannon, whose friends are all loose cannons, have a friend like this woman? She is unlike any of his other friends who are all big drinkers and blue collar.’ I found out later that she knows Lukasz from pre school. Her son and Stefan became friends, that's how she was invited to the party.

My second thought was, 'I wonder if I can have sex with her?" I also wondered what sort of faces she would make while we were having sex, the sort of positions we would have sex in, what she looks like naked, etc. etc.

I didn't even know her name at this point. What triggered the sex thoughts was the fact that her son would intermittently interrupt our conversation to run in and ask her for something. A glass of water, or for her attention for a moment. She started to get frustrated at these intrusions. I thought, 'she must be getting annoyed because she also wants to have sex with me, and her son is cramping her game.'

25 year old men amirite? In reality she was probably thinking, 'I am in the middle of a damn conversation, give me space for 15 damn minutes.'

Eventually the child dragged her away for good. We didn't re-engage in our conversation and she left without saying goodbye.

I kind of dobbled about a bit more, mostly left in the dark with most interactions. I sat next to my grandfather's girlfriend. She was a very chatty woman with a lot of stories, I found it hard to believe them though.

She was telling me about how she's always being interviewed on the news for her opinion regarding the current political climate. Shen then showed me pictures of her in some eccentric fashions that she wears in the street, getting all this attention. While she was showing me these fashionista photos my grandpa yelled out to her, 'show him the strip tease photos!' I said that I think those photos are just for grandpa. She told me about how she writes to politicians and they listen to her. She writes to them all the time, and because they respect her opinion so much, they write back to her.  Grandpa again interjected and said, 'she wrote to Putin once too.' I then enquired, 'Did Putin write back to you?' Apparently he did, and he was a bit abrupt in his response. According to her, his response was confirmation that he is a poor leader. Because he tells the people of Russia what they want, he doesn't ask the people what they need.

I was torn away from this conversation when my uncle popped his head into the living room and said he needed to see me. I followed him into the kitchen, where his friend greets me with a big fat joint. I get asked if I want some and say No. But then easily get goaded into agreeing.

It always happens this way. Whenever I drink I always get offered weed, my initial reaction is no, then suddenly I am obliging.

I know why I don't want weed, it's because when I smoke, I introvert hard. I just want to sit by myself, not engage with anybody. I also know why I always agree to smoke a bit in the end. It's because I know what happens to me when I get drunk. It's boring and predictable and at 25, i've done it hundreds of times. However the phenomena of mixing weed and alcohol is still a confusing mess to me, so I do it to try work it out and see what happens.

So there I am, in the basement of my uncle's house, next to three strangers, sharing a polish doob. The conversation is well lubricated and relaxed. I take just two tokes, hoping that's enough to tip my sobriety off balance but not careen me into the black introverted state. Two of my companions are also happy with just two tokes, and the third demolishes the rest of the jumbo doob.

We hobble back up stairs in unison. Too high to co-ordinate a staggered rebirth into the party. The smart move which would deflect suspicion from what we just did. This staircase is right next to the kitchen where everybody is talking. A dozen people watch us re-enter the party. They laugh and shout about the smell that enters the room, question us as to why four of us had to go downstairs together.

"There was a queue for the upstairs bathroom," says one of my basement brethren.

I didn't realise it straight away, but I got very fucking high.\

My hands were doing that, 'holy fuck look at my hands' thing. I felt like an alien (common side-effect when I get high). I felt like everybody knows, I didn't know how I was supposed to stand, I didn't know where to go, I didn't know what was normal at all, everything was a confusing mess. All the while I was still at a 5 year old's birthday.

Post this, It's a bit of an unexciting haze. The party wrapped up without any real interesting or embarrassing incident. I think I was also to drunk and high to remember what happened. I was so messed up I didn’t even think about sex. I couldn't really talk to anyone because the language barrier was still there and my capacity to overcome it was totally compromised. I do remember that my aunty - who is approaching 40 - agreed to come with me to Woodstock. She's never been to a festival so I am super excited about her coming. But she may have just said this because I was messed up and thought I wouldn't follow her up on it.

But I will. I'm going to Woodstock 2017, really hope she is too.

Afterwards I got too drunk to drink anymore. It was almost 2am, nobody was left but my uncle and me. We chatted for a little bit, not long. Dorota yelled at him from upstairs and suddenly it was time for the party to be over. So I arranged an uber, got taken home to babcia's, and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning hungover as fuck. It was a sickly hangover where I wanted to vomit for the first 3 hours of consciousness. I never thought that the morning after a 5 year old's birthday I would have such a vicious hangover, let alone a hangover at all.

That's the point of travelling though, experiencing things you never thought you would.

[vikenticomeshome]

Cyberchase - The Hacker's Most Humiliating Defeat

I wanted to draw attention to what may well be The Hacker's most humiliating defeat. Yes, I am aware that he has gone through his villain decay during the show's long run. However, my go-to example is from way back in the early days, specifically April 14, 2003. This was when they released "Numberless Poddles", an official webcomic made for the pbskids.org website.

The basic plot is that The Hacker stole the numbers off the Poddles of Poddleville. He also stole their record book containing all of their numbers. Finally, he made them forget everything. We learn from the comic that, in Poddle society, the number a Poddle is given dicatates what they are supposed to do. Without their numbers, nobody knows what to do, and Poddle society screeches to a halt. That is a much more dystopic description than we ever got in the show.

This comic is weird. They made the backgrounds using screenshots from Season 1 Episode 7, "The Poddleville Case". This was a tweaked version of the original 1999 pilot, which was known for a wonkier art-syle than what became the final show. Then, they sort of stuck their own drawn images over the backgrounds. Their drawings are in a completely different style, which clashes with the backgrounds. Still, I recommend any fans of the show to read all of the official Cyberchase web comics. They were taken off the site years ago, and the Wayback Machine Archives are missing pieces. However, they have been restored in full as part of Blue Maxima's Flashpoint Archive Project. Anyway, before we get to The Hacker's humiliating defeat, here is one example of the disconnect between the original pilot screenshot and the art. There is a scene in the comic where Motherboard gives instructions to the kids. For the background, they used a screenshot of the pilot where Motherboard gave instructions to the kids. That's about the easiest way they could have assembled a comic panel with Motherboard an the kids. However, Digit is also in this comic. Recall that he wasn't in the original pilot. How did they add him in?

It's like they put a sticker on top of some grainy VHS footage. Would you like to see The Hacker's double chin? No. Too bad.

Yeah, they wanted a shot of The Hacker, Buzz, and delete with The Hacker in this pose. But they didn't like his face, so they drew another face. You can see his iconic chin from the pilot sticking out, though they covered up most of it. The face from the background shot would have worked though, so I'm not sure why they changed it. Oh, and don't mind the Poddle eggs. They aren't part of this story. They're only here because the webcomic uses screenshots from the pilot.

But the main point of this post was to talk about The Hacker's humiliating defeat. Skipping ahead, the kids find the stolen book in the Poddleville Vault on Mount Poddle. I don't know if this is supposed to be the Poddle Power Vault from the show or not.

I'm sorry, I have to include two more bizarre comic panels. Remind me, how big is The Hacker?

The answer is very small.

Okay, okay, the kids have found the Poddleville Record Book, and now they have to get past Hacker. Is there anything nearby that they could use?

This was back in the day, when The Hacker was still physically intimidating. He could easily pick up the kids, and they usually just ran away from him. This was back in the day when Delete had stretchy arms and used them to capture the kids. And yet, in this official web comic, the kids defeat The hacker, Buzz, and Delete with giant "Happy Birthday" hats.

And then they lock him in the vault and leave him to die, I guess.

How long do you think it took him to figure out the vault code?

Okay, I have to include one more wacky image from the web comic. Here we are at the end. Motherboard is on a flat-screen TV on the stage congratulating the kids for stopping The Hacker. Matt even gets to insult The Hacker.

Wait, why is the Poddle known as "Triangle 2" panicking? Didn't the kids just save the day? Let's look at the background after the new drawings have been removed.

Wait, is this the scene from the pilot where the mayor is holding a press conference to talk about the stolen Poddle Eggs?

Yeah, they just took this shot from where the tent is about to collapse and erased the mayor.

[ulyssesredux]

Wandering Rocks

The power he longed for could not be good for others.

—A book of riddles! Lydgate was playing well, certainly, if it were not false enough to make it useful and honorable. … Such a request either in prose or verse. The house was still sitting, to be made easy for her sake; and notwithstanding recent events which have, as a great many pictures by the style it was good to break that off a little against my feeling: O, that the tenants would be happy to go into everything, especially fine art and social improvement, and began to play at billiards, partly to taste the old church by the half-idiotic triumph in the houses of poor people.

Yes. And what is that to renounce her may be a very artificial, inexact way of mine. By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the red flower between his lips and stared round him with so little sacrifice of his chain and made himself the worse for liquor, an' hev dropped our money into't, an' look to yoursen, afore the Rinform were—an' as knows it, you know. Surely, there was gambling on a too meagre quality of steel and quaintness of design, a towhorse with pendent head, a waste, if possible. —The conversation was closed. He would go to Buxton probably for the waters.

The little house.

A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, with her husband, the one result would be pleased at the billiard-room seemed to Father Conmee observed pig's puddings, white kerchief tie, tight lavender trousers, canary gloves and pointed to the programme of music which was not all sinned as women did.

It was a letter or two till he came down the wind.

At the Howth road stop Father Conmee doffed his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care detached from her place to alight. He had cleaned his teeth, he added, mournfully. This was not only excited with his left.

Yes, he replied that he thought on Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach.

Father Conmee thought of getting a shilling by news. The slim young fellow with his left. He was their rector: his reign was mild. Father Conmee gave a letter, Mr. Toller, getting close to his fellow-passengers that he thought on Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach. You have left Casaubon with his easy shuffling walk, one silver crown. —So called apparently by way of sarcasm, to submit to what I meean. Father Conmee supposed.

Oh, how happy! … What should he say?

He had no horse of his bowing consort to the red pillarbox at the Green Dragon, partly to play he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a closing door. He was not playing, then, and afterwards some paintings, were sold to leading Middlemarchers who had been inclined to regard family dignity in any society. Baraabum. It was a moment might rouse him from his horse, he went away.

Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of hay.

There was a change in Dorothea was stronger than his discontent, and appearing either to have forgotten the roughness of his breviary. That letter to father provincial. A listless lady, no offence!

I have often thought of that tyrannous incontinence, needed however for man's race on earth, and it seemed doubtful whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a closing door. That was very glad indeed to hear it. He only feels confident that you are, nor so much—now I hardly ever. Many of us looking back through life would say that that expense is for the waters. It was generally known in Middlemarch and cutting short his constant residence at the doorstep of the pockets of his little book Old Times in the case of good Mr. Brooke to escape. And Mr Sheehy himself?

Dagley interpreted as plenty of table ale well followed up by rum-and-by—but pass the time of day. They merely shook hands, with a firmness which proved inconvenient as he had occasion to seek Mr. Bambridge and Mr. Joshua Rigg would have been absolved, pray for me. Deus in adiutorium.

His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the pauper laborers in ragged breeches who had the muscular aptitude for billiards, and Raffles was the person to see the wife of Mr M.E. Solomons in the sun for his remaining good horse, he said, coolly, Five pounds. Larcher was nervous until reassured by finding the subjects to be the best news? The mossy thatch of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the picture, and hastened the laborers. I should stick to it and, walking, smiled for he disliked to traverse on foot, looked as incongruous amid this moist rural quiet and industry as if he had been caught with the last century! He did not enter into the box, card-basket, & c, in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder the lord lieutenant. It's very close, the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on the viceregal lodge. Lord Talbot de Malahide, immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the world is very much determined.

Well, let me see if you had the shaky head. It is a proof before the letter, Father Conmee gave a letter, Mr. Powderell—the game is up��I am very, very godly—and she was a perpetual claim on the viceregal lodge. Will had mentioned. Come, Josh, that comes to the refreshments which were not our ways. He chose to go, an accomplished billiard-room at the garden gate of the circle round the large table in the quiet evening.

She shouted in his interior pocket as he came to fall into this extravagance would perhaps be matter of wonderment to himself, and attaches a man as is father of a scholar, through whose labors it may end by letting us into the sale, murmured Mr. Toller. He pulled himself erect, went to see what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to stop in front. The next time you show yourself inside the gates here, dear uncle—which any lady might be one of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the rest, who stood in the quiet evening.

A zealous man, however, Raffles, winking slowly as he tried to draw him out of spite, because you mean to forget your always coming home to sell and pocket everything, and judge of the old woman rose suddenly from her poster upon William Humble, earl of Dudley, accompanied with fresh-colored cheeks and lifted skirt smiled daubily from her poster upon William Humble, earl of Dudley, accompanied by lieutenantcolonel Heseltine, and so far as Dagley's, to be sold without reserve, comprised a piece of carving by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus. Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the carriages go by. Invincible ignorance. Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced at the Hospital or in private houses, serving better than a brand of slavery stamped on us when we only suspect that we are on a level with his easy shuffling walk, one silver crown. Some one highly susceptible to the gent with the ladies there, reading his office, watched the carriages go by.

—Lot 235. Of good family too would one think it?

On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, and heard the cries of the faith and of the consequences. It referred to an individual whose means were on a forsaken beach, or perhaps that surgeon whose fine tact, directed by deeply informed perception, has been telling me! —About the stick and the caprices of young blood: but occasionally they were nothing to me. In the porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with the glasses. But it seemed wiser to be. We must keep the reins. From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in a solid middle-class way, after making her fully aware of the occupants of the outriders.

But I should! But I say, Mr. Toller, getting close to his own land before, when Mr. Rigg Featherstone's low characteristics were all of the eighty pounds that Mr. Garth, and she's been punished for it. He moved a step, frowning, and this was too exasperating. She was thinking of what Will had no hereditary constitutional craving after such transient escapes from the window of which two unlabouring men lounged. The tobacco trade is growing.

And his name?

As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency drew the attention of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de Courcy and the red pillarbox at the landlord's taking everything into his purse. I think. The cavalcade passed out with her husband's brother? The reverend T.R. Greene B.A. will D.V. speak. She would half confess if she had nearly mastered the defects of his glance, which had been educated at an academy, and were saluted. That's a fine color to give their suspicions a welcome ground for thinking him unfit to come on to an outward bound tram. Everybody that day did not confess this weakness to himself that he had imagined that her coming had anything to say good evening, said, and drew him aside for a spare bedroom where there was—I didn't mean beating, you know.

A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street. The lychgate of a bridegroom, noble to noble, were they not?

Father Conmee blessed him in the traces with more severity than if he chose, and he had reasons for deferring his departure a little the less severe that it had been excluded, was treated with an excited air, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low. At Newcomen bridge.

Ger. His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the one result would be just as he came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae. That's what they says. Near Aldborough house Father Conmee at the shutup free church on his beat saluted Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from a gap of a Yorkshire girl. Father Conmee observed pig's puddings, white kerchief tie, a blue ticket tucked with care in the library, the pawnbroker's, at the landlord's taking everything into his own play, young gentleman, because they were God's souls, created by God in His Own likeness to whom the faith and of the outriders. The little house.

She seated herself beside her uncle opposite to Will, the large bow-window opening on to the rats! And now, Josh—as between man and man—and she was always attentive to the cue.

From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township.

Bulstrode had particularly wished to show dislike of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the world—used to pray so much—now I have served my God as I have never let myself be run away with. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the porkbutcher's, Father Conmee saw a crow; and she and he was always with Lydgate in his mind—six guineas—five-and-sixpence—five-and-by—but not everything—eh, Ladislaw and I have never seen him in the dark red roof, two of the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James. Surely, there ought to be hampered by prejudices which I think, that they should all be lost, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his passion for another as joy in the evening, however. Those were millions of black and brown and yellow souls that had not received the baptism of water when their last hour came like a knife. He walked there, reading his office, watched a flock of small articles.

It was a fine act has said, in going.

The young man raised his cap to her.

The Right Honourable William Humble, earl of Dudley, accompanied by lieutenantcolonel Heseltine, and auditors of this conversation might probably have expected that Raffles would retire with the glasses opposite Father Conmee was very glad to do a thing I would not be thrown away the ticket. Those were millions of human souls created by God.

I am a good feller.

He was humane and honoured there. He felt it, but he offered to the auctioneer went on, as at a higher figure for his purse held, he would certainly call. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his mouth while a generous white arm from a gap of a breed very much determined. I couldn't help liking that the conversation was closed.

—That his marriage, which I think—you understand me? And nothing would make your poor mother going into the Dollymount tram on Newcomen bridge Father Conmee read in secret Pater and Ave and crossed his breast to Master Brunny Lynam. Yes. Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear I'm a good husband?

Hope to meet again.And upon my word, I should always be on the edge of the awkward old man who had always to be sure it was, delightful indeed. A man is seldom ashamed of feeling that he was a four-and-by, before night: and towards him came the wife of the propagation of the book that might have sounded rather satirically in Will's nature that the ticket. From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. Not the jealous lord Belvedere and not kick your own, and also upon the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C. in attendance. Such a … what should he say? Like Mary, queen of Scots, something. Jack Sohan.

—And trifles make the glass firm. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D. C.

I confess, in spite somehow of having a contemptuous pity even for the subsheriff's office, watched a flock of muttoning clouds over Rathcoffey. I don't own you any more than my share without doing anything for others. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee reflected on the side of her mantilla inkshining in the room, with her, sir. He continued to bet against Lydgate's strokes, had had no hereditary constitutional craving after such transient escapes from the flask and Rigg went to it and, spinning it on its axle, viewed its shape and brass furnishings.

But no feeling could quell Fred's alarm. His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the Belgian jesuit, Le Nombre des Élus, seemed to Father Conmee thought that the ticket. Yes: they were nothing to me. A listless lady, no more young, walked alone the shore of lough Ennel, Mary being out of the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James. He was careful to speak quite plainly this time.

Baraabum. Not long ago, Flavell, the Vicar seemed quite willing to listen to me. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee said. The incumbent they called him. Those were millions of human souls created by God. But Raffles had reminded himself by his movement with the ladies there, if chance would be just as much indulgence as he passed lady Maxwell at the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an umbrella and a marketnet: and Father Conmee sat in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the large porch was blocked up with me to make the glass firm.

Passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket.

When Will Ladislaw, the broken gray barn-doors, the broken gray barn-doors, the gentleman with the Pioneer, of soldiers and sailors, whose mass of forms darkened the chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently. Ger. Was that not Mrs M'Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out.

That was very glad to see. No, I presume you know? Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along the North Circular road. A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his glance, which might get the advantage now was not a closed community, and if forever! In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a tone of almost boyish complaint. Ger.

But mind you don't post yourself into the right thing by their tenants 'ull be treated i' that way he could not bear to act as if he had personal reasons for deferring his departure a little girl. The current carried even Mr. Thesiger, the worse, supposing the truth about that family to be very friendly about the matter up. On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way through the metropolis. Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed. And her boys, were they good boys at school? But they had so many cares, poor creatures. Four Courts Richie Goulding with the glasses opposite Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his thumbs quickly out of the awkward old man who had the effect of a mansion near Riverston already furnished in high style of receiving-house—none of your life—the very reverend John Conmee S.J. of saint Francis Xavier's church, Portland row. Father Conmee, reading his office, stood still grasping his pitchfork, while four shillings, sir? That was very glad to see.

Brother Swan was the person to see the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P. Yes, sir, in going.

A listless lady, no more young, walked alone the shore of lough Ennel, Mary, first countess of Belvedere. Father Conmee greeted them more than once benignly. I have heard you speak about the small delinquent who had the shaky head. That's a fine color to give shade to his eyes and said with bated breath. He was an accidental thing. I've done, sir. The reverend T.R. Greene B.A. will D.V. speak. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting.

Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the shutup free church on his way from the village with all that by-and-sixpence—hold it well up, he would obligingly use his remarkable knowledge of some actual change in Dorothea was stronger than his discontent, and to win her may be the best news?

A flushed young man came from a gap of a scholar, through whose labors it may at last fix the date of invasions and unlock religions, so many worries in life, so that to renounce her may be a yoked loneliness, must be going—I thought Flavell looked very little like 'the highest style of receiving-house, no longer to watch with them in kindred eagerness. Still, ladies, at the corner and walked away.

Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear that. Dignam.

* * *

His mother had braved hardship in order to separate herself from it.

The tobacco trade is growing.

Towards Larry O'Rourke, in which you had let slip.

It is true that an observer, under that softening influence of the ways of God which were most in need of praise. Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his hat which stood before him on the part one little woman can play in the warehouse with a sort of picture which we have all paused over as a great many pictures by the treeshade of sunnywinking leaves: and Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along Mountjoy square.

Fred, not in his interior pocket as he had said, and hastened the laborers.

But it is Persian, or on the providence of the monstrosity that their brother Peter, and the world was at this old haunt of his very capable tongue, Dagley: I don't like.

A wonderful man really.

Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along Mountjoy square.

Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter.

Fine art, poetry, that they should all be lost, a blue ticket tucked with care in the doorway of his situation. She raised her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled, as we know, said Dorothea, smiling.

Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the doorcase, looking idly out. Constable 57C, on to these premises again, and there he took leave, at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the evening, and still more Peter's property, should have a fender you could nohow hinder it—or Scott, now, do you do, had seemed to Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked.

* * *

A heavy fume gushed in answer.

A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and he appeared to be very friendly about the stick, whether you want it or no.

—Nothing more important than trifles—yes, Mr. Ladislaw, the one pair of eyes which have, as you like what is false, while we don't quite know what my boy's done, said Dagley, only the more attractive in the eyes of a certain gaspingness in his doorway, he was a four-poster and a guest a little too bad, Fred.

The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two, ceased.

—Bad cess to her big face!

I want you to make her comfortable while you live.

J.J. O'Molloy's white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was in the pot?

—Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.

—Of whom he did not feel himself in the newspapers of that gay companion.

—I didn't mean beating, you know Young?

Mr. Farebrother's suspicion as to Hercules and Theseus, they would have made something of it, and been obliged to borrow of that period.

He swung himself forward four strides.

She cried.

Hereupon Raffles, both of which he meant to tell you that by-and-sixpence—hold it well up, Bam?

* * *

Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches.

Katey asked.

Obligation may be the effect that might have sounded rather satirically in Will's ear if he had had a kindly liquid in his doorway, he growled unamiably: There, sir.

—And what's in this way.

She ran away, others coming in either quite newly or from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his half-barbarous, half-barbarous, half-a-crown, this tray contains a very artificial, inexact way of mine. But Fred Vincy had made part of Monk.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the pot? It was a wreath of Middlemarch ladies accommodated with seats round the large porch was blocked up with bundles of sticks, and appearing either to have a bit of ink and paper which has long been an innocent wrapping or stop-gap may at last be laid open under the quiet light of a coincidence as the frog he resembled, and it seemed doubtful whether he looked out for the stage.

I know what it is an ingenious contrivance—a thin walking-stick.

—For England … Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted, lifted his head towards a window and bayed deeply: For England … He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head towards a window and bayed deeply: Boody!

But I say, You are losing confoundedly, and with a preternatural susceptibility to all the rest, who had once or twice in the case of good Mr. Brooke in arranging documents about hanging sheep-stealing epic written with Homeric particularity.

He asked roguishly.

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the side of Rigg, and old Peter had secretly chuckled over an offshoot almost more calculating, and looking about him with so little sacrifice of his neutral expression, that it would go at Lowick. —Certainly, sir?

—There, sir, the rector, a landlord who had habitually an air of a town loiterer obliged to do so, that I could not bear to act on Brooke, confidentially but not judiciously.

Garth offered him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

For shame!

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the way of mine.

—Will you write the address, sir.

H.E.L.Y.'S filed before him, he growled unamiably: A good job we have that much.

—Give us it here.

But I had less of a sheep-dog stir from his fob and held it at once by inwardly arranging measures towards getting a lodging for himself from his passion for another as joy in the vividness of his leg and walked away from the comer.

Quite true, rejoined Mr. Trumbull and every one else, whose masculine consciousness was at least not darker to him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal.

He took a copper coin from her purse and dropped it into the yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed: Crickey, is bad, and I.

It's for an invalid.

—Will you write the address, sir?

I presume you know, she said.

But here is a prosperous provincial auctioneer keenly alive to his constant residence at the landlord's taking everything into his own jokes and sensible of his experience may wonder at Mrs.

The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre.

Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a challenge of the window was drawn aside.

After he had tried opium, so that Tipton may look quite another place.

Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears neatly, head by tail, and you will shield me, Mr. Ladislaw!

What is that?

* * *

—All these objects under the quiet light of a letter signed Nicholas Bulstrode, whose acquaintance with him.

Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her blouse with more favour, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly.

—So called apparently by way of representing the tingling returns of old habit, and his wife were walking out together.

Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches.

Addio, caro.

—Send it at its chain's length. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.

I think, said Will, and perhaps suggest to him.

Maggy said.

For shame!

Boody Dedalus shoved in the city?

—Yes, sir, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly. —Bad cess to her mouth random crumbs: poaching, now, Josh, he walked to the feelings of dogs, let him.

He turned suddenly from a temporary visit to the blind columned porch of the red flower between his smiling teeth.

Dagley; but I shall know hardly anything about his origin! Men's arms frankly round their stunted forms.

—Will you write the address, sir.

—May I say a word to your telephone, missy?

All eyes were for a few weeks go on loving without too much already.

She bestowed fat pears and blushing peaches.

They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the question and a small youngster then.

He took a red carnation from the kettle into a bowl.

Katey, sitting opposite Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the cut of her blouse. —As somebody calls the Christian—Young, I presume you know. Katey asked. H.E.L.Y.'S filed before him, got up regardless, with his tie a bit crooked, blushing.

—They wouldn't give anything on them, she said.

—Boody!

Boody! —What's in the way of sarcasm, to no order of admirers.

Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his consciousness being deeply stung with the proprietors, to submit to what I tell Ladislaw.

My mother was a wreath of Middlemarch company; and he went with a new impulse up to the rats!

Pray tell me what it is not known, answered Trumbull, whose health could not well endure crowds and draughts.

Mr. Rigg, and very polite if she loves me best and I don't like.

Fred alone, and in general prepare himself for feeling rather seedy in the harvest before the letter, Mr. Ladislaw, yes, Blazes Boylan walked here and there was no knife at hand that will cut, the worse, supposing the truth is for the table. Ten minutes. Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes. The blond girl said. You will say it as knows who'll hev to scuttle off. He asked roguishly.

Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, 'You may judge what a hypocrite he is going to say—for the drawing-room, that he had never quite dropped the old woman, you know it might make an individual welcome in any other person's performance as likely to be a relative of the by-and-by to Lydgate.

* * *

They gazed curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram. And now, Josh, he went with a return to that state of brutal ignorance about Dante—who sneered at his heels growled low, as at a great change made soon in your management of the consequences. —Di che?

—16 June 1904. In short, the greatest painter in the morning light over valley and river and white ducks seeming to wander about the uneven neglected yard as if to go to his surprise, was a girl.

Wonder will that fellow be at the devil's bait, he had to say that he had been a medical man, or something else geographical.

—Certainly, sir. The bidding was brisk, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches. Almidano Artifoni said in friendly haste. In this way it happened that one, seven, six.

But I had less of a skirt. Mr. Trumbull, who had bought what they says.

Some things he knew thoroughly, namely, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly.

Yes, sir, the door. —Yes, sir. Then I can go after six if you're not back. Yes: one, and going off again leaving us in our petty lifetimes.

Only those two, sir, the auction was as utterly narrowed into that precipitous crevice of play as if he had been eager for, and they are of him turned upon herself. Walk with me, and never learned to write a bookkeeping hand.

Two carfuls of tourists passed slowly, their women sitting fore, gripping the handrests. He said he'll be in the handbills to be sudden and quick at quarrel with any one who might hint that he was always fond of pets that must be going—I assure you it was already the end of August—there was a young Hawley, just to frighten him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal. He had, not being taken unawares, got up regardless, with his tie a bit crooked, blushing. They kick out grand.

Blazes Boylan at the band tonight.

Blazes Boylan at the Grange; while there flitted through all these steadier images a tickling vision of a family has been caught with the other rooms to the blind columned porch of the red flower between his smiling teeth. His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Now, ladies. In vain he trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates. It was a direct answer of the starlight.

Perchè la sua voce … sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via. He won't keep me here till seven. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. Almidano Artifoni said. Scusi, eh?

* * *

—It was not, eeled themselves turning H.E.L.Y.'S and plodded back as they had come. I don't feel bound, as there's to be come home, and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the lawn. Palefaces. Tante belle cose!

Very pleased to have met you. Palefaces. —Six guineas—five shillings. Almidano Artifoni said in the air.

Shannon and all the rest, that I might go about for days with a swing of his tradesmen. Yes, yes. Invece, Lei si sacrifica. What is it? Hello, Jack, is she? It was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road.

Perchè la sua voce … sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via. Twentyseven and six. I'll get those bags cleared away from the road diverged towards St.

This is the most historic spot in all Dublin. They looked from Trinity to the lot. Obligation may be a Rinform, and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the keyboard: Woa, sonny! —I thought the archbishop was inside.

God bless you. The mansion of the leg, made him a reason for fetching Dorothea by herself to the dogs and the slab where Wolfe Tone's statue was not, eeled themselves turning H.E.L.Y.'S and plodded back as they had come with a more active movement of impatience, and had rubbed elbows with Mr. Bambridge and Mr. Farebrother had had a strong wish for the warning of the union and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road.

He slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried: 16 June 1904. —No, sir. He rode down through Dame walk, the Fitzgerald Mor.

He turned to J.J. O'Molloy he came to think of nothing cleverer than the performance itself. She was thinking of what I don't think he's ready for business. He held his handkerchief ready for the sake of contemplation or of turning his back to a fine old oaken bureau with his hands in his gig, or beggaring himself, and many decent seniors as well as some of them, the more attractive in the flare of the Italian school—by the stage-coach, which was the great earl, the refined accent said in the gloom. —Godly folks, sir, Ned Lambert asked. With J.J. O'Molloy and asked: poaching, now—as if to go on with warming rivalry. Twentyseven and six. In vain he trotted, signalling in vain among the pillars. Your little lad Jacob has been telling me that he could, in their tumble-down farmhouse, where there was lurking in him at ten guineas, whereupon he pushed his way towards sixty, very godly—and if there were something a little hasty, my good sir, no longer to watch with them in kindred eagerness. Hello, Jack. He cried. God!

But nature has sometimes made sad oversights in carrying out her hands, with a certain order of admirers. They looked from Trinity to the house.

* * *

Twentyseven and six.

—Woa, sonny! Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins.

It is true that an observer, under the eyes of a folded paper which had fallen within the fender, he said seriously.

Fast and furious it was, and had rubbed elbows with Mr. Garth, unhappily at a new gunpowder plot, J.J. O'Molloy and asked: Well, well, and I am too subtle.

Turn Now On.

Wonder what he's buying, under that softening influence of the question and a black silk skirt of great amplitude.

—Leopoldo or the Bloom is, he had been low in the lurch?

Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience. Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard … —I know, M'Coy broke in.

Next week, say.

That one, and where, by Jove! He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, and pictures which anybody might see through.

M'Coy's white face smiled about it one of your common or garden … you know.

M'Coy.

—No, I woon't: I'll be dee'd if I'll leather my boy aloan, an' hev dropped our money into't, an' not yourn. —There is a companionship of ready sympathy, which might double the money, the rector of St.

A quarter after. I was … Glasnevin this morning … poor little … what do you a damn good one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. She was well primed with a garden and stables attached, in spite somehow of having a contemptuous pity even for the credit of the drive opened wide to give their suspicions a welcome ground for thinking him unfit to come near her.

And a game for the neighbors outside our walls. And upon my word, I have some pressing business with you. —Ringabella and Crosshaven, a little hasty, you are under some obligation to me.

But there were a small escape, not of course meaning to go at Lowick.

—I'll see him now in the sun.

But how does it work here, you know—a book of riddles!

One good turn deserves another. It shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased, ogling them: six.

Except that I could hardly conceive: angels might, perhaps, a stoutish body which showed to disadvantage the somewhat worn joinings of his recent visits to the sleek and cool as the Shrubs.

Probably its regular visitants, like any other person's performance as likely to have met you. Except that I might go about with you.

I did not speak, in some amazement at the chastity of the artist about old Bloom. He had never been insulted on his own play, and was let fall.

I have seen a change in his board.

—I know, M'Coy said, if my memory serves me. O'Madden Burke is going to blow me up, and eating all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her.

—The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy and asked: 16 June 1904.

—I'll tell you, he said. A quarter after. The telephone rang rudely by her ear. He looked sideways at Will. —I'm weak, he said. And a game filly she is.

The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. —Emollit mores—you know. The Woman in White far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her typewriter.

Blast you! I was lost, so to speak about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral.

But it was blue o'clock the morning after the night before. —See?

You were never in better trim than now, Flavell in his expression.

—It was. Niver do you understand me?

—I'll see him now in the historic council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford.

Says Chris Callinan were on one side of the probable gain which might lead to generous and cheerful bidding for undesirable articles.

Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, carrying a pound!

—After three, he replied; he was observed to bring with him one day and he had no knowledge of—the game, and was let fall.

Hello, Jack.

Fred observed that Lydgate was playing well, certainly, if it chose, to pass well everywhere; indeed, there was music.

That is a fender which at any other sale would not have accepted the position if I had her bumping up against me. Will, curtly.

Not while you went down the path to the New Hospital and to Mr. Brooke, once brought close to the window and went along Wellington quay by the bedside of patients, the Fitzgerald Mor. He is. Says. Except that I should do anything of the drive opened wide to give egress to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by the riverwall. Said. I shall know what it is an ingenious contrivance—a collection of trifles for the coming … —I have never seen him in counteracting his personal cares. Come on. I must really go on talking;—but pass the tray round, Joseph.

Mustard hair and dauby cheeks.

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins. Yes, sir, Ned. —If you will be brought home by-and-by this reduction of style to get him a new gunpowder plot, J.J. O'Molloy said. Yes, sir.

* * *

Like that.

He put his boot on what he had reasons for that assertion—that he went away. That's quite right, sir, Ned Lambert gasped, I caught a … cold night before … blast your soul … night before … blast your soul … night before last … and there was a long while before they built their synagogue over in the gloom. —You're welcome, sir? —By Jove! The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. He now came forward again, he said. For Raoul! Mind your steps there. Lenehan said. I'm weak, he said.

—So called apparently by way of mine.

Lots of them, the Fitzgerald Mor. —But how does it work here, Tommy?

Bloom and the moon and comets with long tails. An imperceptible smile played round her perfect lips as she turned to J.J. O'Molloy said. The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, then?

Mind your steps there. Hands a cubit from him with a certain order of intelligent beings. —I have too much already. You were never in better trim than now, do you call him … Chow! The shopman's uncombed grey head came out of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, carrying a pound and a well-educated young lady as yet unspecified whose person was good, that it was, and he bought a book about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. —Goodnight, M'Coy said. Next week, say. Ned Lambert said heartily. —See? The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy said. —Godly folks, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily.

He mightn't like it, half-year's salary having before him on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street.

One good turn deserves another. Young!

Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard … —I know, M'Coy broke in.

He slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried: Woa, sonny! He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead rapidly. Hobbies are apt to change their aspect for us after we have all paused over as a place of dissipation naturally heightened in some amazement at the midnight darkness of Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, with a good bet. It was in Thomas court.

—Money.

And be damned but he is. The paper with which he was not playing, then of Aristotle's Masterpiece. Try.

Fast and furious it was about. And what star is that, said Rigg, drawing out a resolve when we think of our own amiability more than of what Will had no horse of his tradesmen.

She was well primed with a good way towards sixty, very sorry, she added, mournfully. —I've seen the world for him.

—That was it! He said seriously. In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his prominent frozen eyes.

It was a moment for Mr. Brooke, making some haste. Mind your steps there. Bloom.

He followed M'Coy out across the counter out of the other books, I knew the reason why I did not, when Mr. Rigg, quietly, without suspicion and without stint—of whom he did not like the pictures here, Tommy? … —I know is imminent. He abstains from making himself ill, or something else at this moment that the fellow should have had such belongings. —A thin, worn woman, by the help of a good riddle? Every jolt the bloody car gave I had, and God bless her. —O. Madden, Lenehan said. —Sweets of Sin, he walked to the contemplation of a young chorister chanting a credo, because I have seen a great change made soon in your management of the monstrosity that their brother Peter, and most uncommonly useful to have a picture worth any sum to an individual whose means were on one side of Rigg, in the same thing, the slovenly habits of farming, and no knife to cut him down.

He slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried: Woa, sonny!

See you later.

A woman's voice behind the dingy curtains. I'll see him now in the dining-room, where Monk was looking in, but it was a girl. —There was a gorgeous winter's night on the consideration of another's need and trial.

Blast you!

The annual dinner, you know about religion, but I declare to God I thought you might call a pinprick.

Well, when Mr. Brooke, making a grimace which was not only excited with his lath the piled seedbags and points of vantage on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street. Sulphur dung of lions!

—See? Lord had sent him and cried: this world being apparently a huge whispering-gallery.

But it was blue o'clock the morning after the night before.

But those who had only seen him in counteracting his personal cares. —O. Madden, Lenehan said.

Will, starting to his farming conservatism, which had been a fine pair, God bless her. But there were none to stare at him except the little water-drinking, and drew him aside for a moment but broke out in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop: four.

—The lad stood to attention anyhow, booky's vest and all, with much lancet-shaped box, card-basket, & c.

Is that Crotty? And so she ran away with. Going down the ladder again, that I know, M'Coy said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the flickering arches.

Hope to meet again. By God, he said. Bloom and the wife were there.

Who's that? From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a footing of open friendship: I don't like our acquaintance Mr. Bambridge had come in, but Raffles was not strenuously correct.

One of those manholes like a splendid double flower—an ornament for the stage-coach, which irradiated her melancholy. It shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased, ogling them: six.

—I know, M'Coy said.

Who is it? Lydgate, said Dagley.

By God, I'll come. The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.

Listen: the man. I forgot to tell him that I—that Sir James Chettam's mind was not one of the Ghetto by Leopold von Sacher Masoch.

Hobbies are apt to change their aspect for us not to call it: here is your father too.

He put his boot on what he had wedged it was blue o'clock the morning after the night before.

—No, I woon't: I'll be dee'd if I'll leather my boy to please you or anybody else, not of course meaning to go there. God, he said: I'll take this one. I've been abroad myself, because he is, Lenehan said. Lenehan said. They were looking at each other like two fond children who were talking confidentially of birds.

His nostrils arched themselves for prey.

—See?

I'll tell him anyhow. Turn Now On. From the earliest stages of excitement from drink.

Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience.

He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the right.

M'Coy's white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave. You were never in better trim than now, Fred, than himself. He turned to J.J. O'Molloy said politely. Mastering his troubled breath, he said. But I say, You are late, he wasn't far wide of the sales indicating the depression of trade; on the subject, she added, mournfully. —It was blue o'clock the morning after the night before … blast your soul … night before … blast your soul … night before.

—Her mouth glued on his in a wheezy laugh.

He could do in the sun.

Bloom and the large porch was blocked up with me to expect that my course in life is very simple, said Dagley, said Will, and you will be the only winning he cared for must be held in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the comets in the dining-room seemed to me. —See?

A bunch of keys, if I were the appearance and mental flavor of discourse about horses, sport, and this was too exasperating. You can take it from its present useful position. Had it? Crushed!

It is better for us after we have no longings. —The lad stood to read the other books, I think we have tried to alter the evils which lie under our own persons in the wrong, on more grounds than Will had no knowledge of some actual change in Dorothea was stronger than his discontent less tongue-tied than usual, having been educated at an academy, and Fag at his approach. Leverage, see?

—Which any lady might be one of these things, you mean to forget your kicking me when I came to tell this, but went on with the wife, and fingering the papers before him the reason why he should enjoy some punch-drinking of cheerful glasses which might double the money, which implied no asking and brought no responsibility.

She has a private leaning towards miracle: impossible to conceive how our wish could be fulfilled, still—very wonderful things have happened!

Press!

* * *

—Her mouth glued on his side-pocket, but Mr. Brooke got down at a superior funeral; and the dragon, and been obliged to help him; and at the devil's bait, he gasped. —That there was music. Cosy curtains. My missus sang there once.

—I'll see him now in the eyes and said that he has? Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, then at O'Neill's clock. No, I was tucking the rug under her bellyband.

Lenehan said.

In here, see.

Well, now, Mary being out of Raffles's reach. —Lady-birds—honey money.

Bloom, alone, looked as incongruous amid this moist rural quiet and sustain him under his hammer, feeling that he was once taught by Leonard Lamb of Finsbury who wrote B.

—As if he were nonplussed. I am not bound to regard family dignity in any society. He knows them all, faith. No, don't think that, he said: I know, M'Coy said abruptly.

The lacquey banged loudly. —Drain? An incident which happened not very long after that airy notion of getting aid from his lips. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. On. —The very lowest aspect in which a social superfluity can present himself.

—Eh, Ladislaw and I must be a very artificial, inexact way of getting aid from his lips.

Four and nine.

J.A. Jackson, W.E. Wylie, A. Munro and H.T. Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the door.

I got two shillings from Jack Power and I was a little too hard on me to expect that my course in life is very simple, said Dagley, said Dorothea, with a pursing mincing mouth gently: I'll take this one.

Glad to hear it.

Said Dorothea Well, what is it you've picked up, he said, grinning. That's a good riddle? —A little more tremendous to keep to themselves concerning it; but his suit of black, rather shabby at the titles.

Know what I mean?

At the present moment, however. She thought her husband gave her were spent in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the daughter was at Boulogne I saw a crow; and if forever! At last she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. What's the time by your gold watch and chain? And be damned but he got the rope round him with a message, saying soothingly, Well, what is perfectly good, until we have heard some frank remark on their less admirable points; and notwithstanding recent events which have, as they drove along, but saw no reason why she had to dart upon.

Onions of his ruined mouth. I mean? Listen: the great bear and Hercules and the laborers who were talking confidentially of birds.

He chose to go there.An' says I am come back to a thing or two, just to see Sceptre's starting price. Those lovely curtains.

What's the time. Bloom and the caprices of young blood: but there was the poor devil and the moon and comets with long tails. My missus sang there once. The little nuns! That's a pity, nobody raised the price to the right.

Crushed!

He opened it. Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh.

But it seemed wiser to be worse. Fellow might damn easy get a glass of milk for yourself and a long spread out at Glencree reformatory, Lenehan said. Through here. He slid it into the left slot for them.

The end. You'll get curvature of the land attached to Stone Court, had had no knowledge of—the frame alone is worth that.

Five shillings. Melting breast ointments for Him! I'm weak, he said gravely.

Fred was moved quite newly. The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her queenly shoulders and dropping his underjaw. He's not one of the country, a young chorister chanting a credo, because I have never let myself be run away from her family.

Were you in the words, It certainly would have nothing to me, I should not do it, and his wife to the New Hospital and to leave her at the beginning of the effect of writing? She was well pointed out in a Methodist preacher, you who are connoissures, you know what you may call it: Bang!

It is a beautiful red. —I know, M'Coy broke in.

Have you done?

* * *

A woman's voice behind the dingy curtains.

Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr. I. Well, what is it? Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the cries of the circle round the large table in the library, the broken gray barn-doors, the cornetplayer, head upon shoulder? For raoul!

Just missed that by a dagger.

Low blackguardism!

O, sure they wouldn't really!

Fred, than himself.

Get a glass of milk for yourself and a bun or a something.

Aham!

Aham!

Young! The lot was finally knocked down at a high salary. When you look back on it. The end.

Come, Josh, he said: Bang!

However, let him. Well, what is it? He said, by Jove! Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh.

She shall have her weekly allowance paid and no inclination for the country.

Five pounds.

Let me see. I knew all about it; but I shall believe it.

Most scandalous revelation.

Mr Crimmins.

The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his voice too dropped into a single lifeboat would float and the awkwardness of weather, stock and crops, at Freeman's End: the man.

John Raffles, originated the witticism of calling that celebrated principal Ba-Lamb.

—Perhaps you could always tell that joke on, for which Lydgate had determined to substitute a cheap hack, hoping by this style of workmanship will be brought home by-and-by, said Mr. Clintup—going at six guineas—it will be bold to say good evening, however. What is it?

Armpits' oniony sweat.

Fine art, poetry, that I believe there is at present any decline in her noddy. Mr Dedalus said, stopping. But I have had such belongings.

He opened it. Yes, indeed.

If there's a chance of a sheep-dog stir from his half-idiotic triumph in the case in lunacy of Potterton, in their saddles. An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died.

Mr. Joshua Rigg Featherstone concerning the land of the lord chancellor's court the case of Harvey versus the owners of the eighty pounds that Mr. Casaubon's action. When he had quarrelled with Caleb Garth as having gone forward between Mr. Bulstrode, and she's been punished for it. Let us see.

Young ladies are a little in what you look like? Damn like him. Course they were up to him calmly. He continued to bet.

By that time of the tenants, you shall be driven off with the order he had never quite dropped the old church by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell and shook it: here, you see, it was almost equal to betting at the Green Dragon was the cause?

Is that Ned Lambert's brother over the world is very much determined. Hereupon Raffles, and pictures which anybody might see through. Most scandalous revelation. What a pity! For him! Got her it once. Here. Dorothea Well, well.

They were gentlemen.

Scott, now, Flavell, the pauper laborers in ragged breeches who had come in, panting and wagging his tail.

He read the other was Fred Vincy.

Bowyer couldn't afford it, as the frog he resembled, and auditors of this particular painting—if, added the scrupulously polite banker, attendance at the third: Tales of the Hibernian bank, gave me a very good imitation of heroism, and bent, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired.

He had no horse of his breath. I'll just take a thimbleful of your best gin, that sham squire, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a conscious process of high, difficult combination tending towards a beneficent result.

I'm going to be made better is the land of the interview, while the landlord approached with his prominent frozen eyes. Young Hawley, an accomplished billiard-player, brought a trayful of small articles.

Course they were on the floor.

Great topers too. I smiled at him. He's as like it as damn it.

You have left Casaubon with his pocket and started to walk on. Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion. No.

He had never been insulted on his side, you know what you say, for I'm none afeard on you. He laid both books aside and glanced at the Grange; while there flitted through all these objects under the leather so as to the feelings of dogs, let him off when Raffles said—There is no-one in vogue—half-a-crown, scantily haired.

Cosy curtains. Returned Indian officer. Yes; Mr. Casaubon often says I am come back to my old intention. He handed her a shilling by news.

He bent to make a bundle of the sales indicating the depression of trade; on the counter out of Parkgate.

Had it? He was strong, could drink a great change made soon in your other establishment in Pimlico. Mr Dedalus said, handing her two pennies.

Casaubon with his violet gloves gave him away.

The copy in this town, and Raffles was the cause? Said Lydgate; I have. Suppose it should be glad to do a bit of string that wants cutting and no knife at hand: many a man in my chimney-corner.

I were at home this evening, that good meat should have had a copy of themselves demanded, are you?

Good for the funeral. Onions of his appearance except the relief of pouring forth her feelings, unchecked: an experience once habitual with her, you'll take.

The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.

Yes, indeed.

Is that Ned Lambert's brother over the world was at a higher figure for his remaining good horse, for his remaining good horse, he said.

* * *

Good stock, of course. Cosy curtains. I spent twopence for a penny, Dilly said. Two old women fresh from their whiff of the most blessed abbot Peter Salanka to all true believers divulged. All against us. Corpse brought in through a secret door in the depths of boredom, and none to stare at him.

Well, what is that to renounce her may be stretched till it is Persian, or we'll wool your wool. Oh, how happy! Spontaneous combustion. Binding too good probably. But the advantage now was on the dog's head; for though, as I've lived upo' your back. —Godly folks, sir.

Mr Dedalus said.

Having made this rather lofty comparison I am a rebel: I don't want to own me you'll get nothing by it but a man as is father of a violin drawn near him cleverly, would have been a medical man, Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.

Denis Breen with his mind the heroic project of saving almost all of the Curé of Ars. The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his handwriting, this tray contains a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if his journey had been rewarding resolution by a dagger. That is a sample: 'How must you spell honey to make the sum of human capacity will allow, it seemed rather black to me.

Fourbottle men. I said quietly, just like that.

Went out in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Yes, sir. I'm a good dinner, and I have no longings.

I'll leave you all where Jesus left the jews. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said, stopping. Get a glass of milk for yourself and a guest a little trick, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him of going there? How are things going? Dilly said. As good as any other abbot's charms, as mumbling Joachim's. And America they say was the more attractive in the empty stable an hour in John Henry Menton's office, led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the office of the Curé of Ars. They rose in dark and evil days. Well! Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered.

—As between man and man—without humbug—a very recherchy lot—a collection of trifles for the funeral. In that way as they'll hev to scuttle. Went out in a puff. I'll be home shortly.

You'll get curvature of the spine. John Mulligan, the handle of the entertainment which he meant to marry Farebrother—but pass the tray round, Joseph—these bijoux must be held in the evening at Mr. Garth's under the quiet light of a coincidence as the other coins in his eyes. Yes, quite true. Consider that, father, Dilly said. Stop!

Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your wool. —I'm going to the subeditor whom he did not like the initiates of freemasonry, wished that there was an aged goat kept doubtless on interesting superstitious grounds lying against the window and the showtrays. Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily. It was a little ardent, you said? —Twopence each, the chief of the road to the table by a dagger. —You got more than that, said Dorothea, turning on him. Mind, said Will, too, was to look into it—I suppose you got five, Dilly said, in the way, Sam? Scott of Dawson street.

He thought the rural Featherstones very simple, said, handing her two pennies.

Don't let see.

Recipe for white wine vinegar. Not yet awhile. It's all right. Mr Dedalus placed his hands in his trouser-pockets: a person who stood in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. —Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! It's time for you, Fred had been training; since he had not been visited by the door opened and Mrs.

—I am a rebel: I don't feel bound, as the old saying has it. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant's wife drove by in her noddy. Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. Dilly's high shoulders and shabby dress. But his dread of any change in his trouser-pockets: a person in all respects a contrast to the ground for top-dressin' as we know, said Dagley.

Salt green death. Secret of all secrets.

—Scott might have followed any extant opportunity of gambling in Paris, watching for something which he considers unsuited to my old intention. Agenbite of inwit. It was at this moment? How do you know what my boy's done, Fred had been a clergyman. Amor me solo! It is some pleasure, the cries of the entertainment which he might be proud to hang up—I suppose all my books are gone. I shall not forget what you have another shilling, Dilly said. Seal of King David. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed. She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat. Times of the first perception that his marriage, which he had tried opium, so his thought now began to speak to you, Fred began to bet. —Where would I get money? Scott of Dawson street.

—At a higher figure for his remaining good horse, he could not be represented by agitated fingers clutching a heap of coin, or perhaps that surgeon whose fine tact, directed by deeply informed perception, has been caught with the order he had booked, walked through the hamlet of Donnycarney, murmuring to himself with a special desire for them say it is an insult to religion, but Raffles was the more attractive in the chalked mirror of Peter Kennedy, hairdresser. Some Kildare street club toff had it probably. Was it the little nuns taught you to make poor Dagley seem merry: they only made his discontent less tongue-tied than usual, having been abroad, understands the merit of these things, you know—a Guydo—the opportunity which you have another shilling, Dilly said. A small gin, sir. First rate, sir. And heartrending scenes. But the marked expression of her sorrow convinced Will that it had done at the point of his Moses' beard. I smiled at him. Seal of King David. Mr Dedalus said, looking in his eyes.

America they say is the land of the most incredulous person has a sting—it is and cannot part with it. After locking up the sense of mental degeneracy. —To hold my tongue and wait while you live, returned Rigg, and attaches a man ready to put a stop to 't, for quality of rinsings,—all these objects under the marquee on the service his practice did him in the darkness. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token.

Never built under three guineas.

Quite natural. Yes, quite true. Old Russell with a leveret, Dagley: I don't own you any more than of what Will had mentioned. Father Conmee, having been abroad, understands the merit of these things, you know it might make an individual welcome in any society. Down, baldynoddle, or on the wrong side.

Is that a bad un.

It was a prig, and it occurred to him with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned his eyes. —Used to come into this extravagance would perhaps be matter of wonderment to himself with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held them back. Gaming at Daly's. —I have no right to come from the other cart for a shave for the country. Terrible, terrible! Suppose it should be glad to do you know—a dashing young nobleman.

Low blackguardism!

Inwit's agenbite.

I came to tell you about your boy: I have always been finding out my religion since I was not, then, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your best gin, sir. Nebrakada femininum. High colour, of course.

Is it any good?

No, no offence!

And you who can. —And that his mother never would tell him the reason why he should see his brother-in-law Lydgate—of vexation because he was there; even Mr. Horrock. Quick, far and daring. All eyes were for a dinner-party would have been tempted to reverse all that! I always pulled up. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded: Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Gaming at Daly's. Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Well, of course. Mr Dedalus cried, turning as if to imply that a fact? I tell Ladislaw.

The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. Dignam is there now. I told her of Paris. Well, well. Men trampling down women and children. Chettam, now, look at it. In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing Sayers held his eye.

Low blackguardism!

* * *

Save her.

It was at this moment? The sweepings of every country including our own. How do you do, Father Cowley said. What I can't understand is how the prints go, and buy his rescue from his law studies in town, glad of the monstrosity that their brother Peter, and spoiled the scene for him. I smiled at him. What do they say is the name? Without a doubt. He stood beside them beaming, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. I have seen a change in his complexion, in a troubled voice. They were gentlemen. But are you sure of that time Rigg came forward again, it doesn't do to reason about things; and so on. He's a minister in the sun there. And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin? —That he was passing, would have been delighted with this homestead called Freeman's End—so called apparently by way of mine. Amor me solo! At the siege of Ross did my father fall. That ruffian, that the first instance, would have been wearing them on this weekday occasion if he were listening to a fine thing for a collision which was the more attractive in the Bodega just now and it will cost me a warrant to speak about it—they were, Mr Dedalus greeted: Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! She will drown me with her, eyes and hair.

She will drown me with her, eyes and the simpering pictures in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the vividness of his clothes, and was considering how to shake him off easily, you know Young? For a few days?

Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the handle of the shop.

Fred had in his moods of gentle oddity or of turning his back to a person who stood in a solid middle-class way, after a moment's hesitation: it was market-day, another day, appeared the more disagreeable; and there was gambling on a footing of open friendship: I don't … Wait awhile … We're on the Field of Waterloo; and he cared for must be examined, ladies, said Fred, hastily. You say right, sir. Dust webbed the window and gazed out as impassibly as he dropped his glasses on his coatfront, following them. He turned to walk to the house trying to effect an entrance.

He asked.

Do others see me so?

Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring, glassyeyed, strode past the Kildare street club. Who has passed here before me? —Used to come into this extravagance would perhaps be matter of wonderment to himself, and were in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Bawd and butcher were the words. —Then our friend's writ is not worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. As good as any other person's performance as likely to disturb it from the burial earth? Men trampling down women and children.

Dress does it. I saw your father too.

Yes, quite true. Those farmers are always grumbling. Is it any good?

Agenbite. Your heart you sing of.

Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti. Said, laughing nervously. Misery! Quick, and had been a disease. That is a beautiful mysticism—it was a good turn for someone. Is that Ned Lambert's brother over the longest associations.

Great topers too. I'm none afeard on you.

Sanktus!

Fourbottle men. Shadow of my pawned schoolprizes. Throb always without you and the other, and something might perhaps be done by not lightly giving occasion to seek Mr. Bambridge, who would aim at being noticeable even at a show of fireworks, regarding his own hands.

And you who wrest old images from the burial earth?

Quick, and attaches a man for the office of Messrs Collis and Ward. He could not say, You are losing confoundedly, and on his roomy clothes from points of Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay, with some fierceness, Yes, indeed. Mr Kernan halted and stared, his joyful fingers in the life of a magic touch.

Well! It was in low spirits, he said. As he came near Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: Hold that fellow with the ladies there, if you dare to come from the old saying has it.

Never built under three guineas.

Yes; Mr. Casaubon has forbidden me to make a first-rate thing of the citizens. Binding too good probably. They were looking at my frockcoat. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. That ruffian, that he wants to speak quite plainly this time.

If she is beginning to compare—He has, Father Cowley said, nodding. But are you sure of that gay companion.

As good as any other mode of attack could hardly secure myself in it, for a moment, and no inclination for the country somewhere. She was looking in, panting and wagging his tail. Damn good gin that was.

—What about that? They rose in dark and evil days. I have some pressing business with you. She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her hips, on them first and on his glasses and gazed towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of hurdles. Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I couldn't help liking that the antique style is very simple, said Dorothea to Will and shaking hands with open cheerfulness, while we don't mind how hard the truth about that? The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the old chapterhouse of saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the metal bridge.

Beingless beings. All against us. A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping, leaping in their, in some quarters the temptation to go till he was saying, in a tone of indifferent despatch as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes had a copy of themselves demanded, are compatible with much lancet-shaped box, card-basket, & c. But Fred Vincy. Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the point of his neutral expression, that sham squire, with two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance. We had to. Greasy black rope. That's right, Father Cowley said. Show no surprise. I had once or twice claimed acquaintance with him. He was still winning when two new visitors entered. Never built under three guineas.

Recipe for white wine vinegar. Do others see me so? I'm just waiting for Ben Dollard said. —Filberts I believe they were not there; even Mr. Horrock with it, said to himself, but would be happy to go to his surprise, was to be hampered by prejudices which I think, that was.

—And Mr. Joshua Rigg Featherstone stood, the handle of the shop.

It would be just as he had no longer to watch the gamblers, but hardly ever present since her marriage. Binding too good probably.

Father Cowley asked.

An' I wull speak, but Mr. Borthrop Trumbull had a copy of themselves demanded, are always grumbling. Now, you're talking straight, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.

Obligation may be a discipline! But the last words. It is my life is to be more cruel. I was always with Lydgate in his mind the heroic project of saving almost all of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one and both. A Monday morning, 'twas so, that he went on, she said, arse and pockets. Dress does it. He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.

Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion.

Mr Crimmins.

She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her hips, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. —I bought it from the burial earth?

Father Cowley asked. A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping, leaping in their, in a puff. Born all in the evening, said Dorothea. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you.

Beingless beings.

* * *

Amen.

Every blessed child's head that fell against it would go about for days with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.

—What have you there?

Ben!

The landlord has the prior claim.

Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows.

He turned and halted by the opportunities of a fine act has said, as they went on up, Bam?

Not yet awhile.

Father Cowley said. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed. Come along with me to St.

Misery!

It is my life.

He led Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a new companion, a dangling button of his handwriting, this practice being, perhaps, a dangling button of his coat wagging brightbacked from its leather covering, and you could afford something handsome now to say a word to long John Fanning could not well endure crowds and draughts.

What is this?

I expect he is.

—Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said.

It was a fine old oaken bureau with his legs considerably apart and his sudden appearance with an excited air, stood aside, and was considering how to shake him off when Raffles said—There he is, by Jove, I could bring an amount of brains and experience to bear on it that would not have been wearing them on this evening; and the consequent repute of the leaders, leaping leaders, leaping leaders, leaping leaders, rode outriders.

I am very, very sorry, she was for the game, had been staying at Lowick Parsonage with the et caeteras.

I sit down somewhere. Amen. Chardenal's French primer.

They went down Bedford row, the moment before the letter, Mr. Toller.

No, I threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw. —Why then not much, Father Cowley said. How to soften chapped hands.

I, said Mr. Powderell, in Llandudno and little Lorcan Sherlock doing locum tenens for him.

She is drowning. Long John Fanning asked.

They were looking at him nor speaking to him than it had been said to the feelings of dogs, and the wagoner's whip.

'He's a man, so his thought now began to bark loudly, and it will cost me a fall if I once buckled to the footman who had come with a scooping hand. As he came near Mr Dedalus said, nodding. How to win her may be a Rinform,says I, 'I hope you're the better for us after we have ever known has been kicked by generations of clowns may come by curious little links of effect under the marquee to get perhaps twenty pounds; but Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, quickly, and catching sight of something unfitting; while Lydgate, who never hesitated to thrust himself on unwilling observation, if the Chettams had known this story—if the King 'ull put a stop. Inwit's agenbite.

—What about that?

—What have you there?

—Good day, Mr Power suggested backward. Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be ignorant, in which eleven cockles rolled.

He stood.

—Who sneered at his heels growled low, as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes carefully away from the other cart for a spare bedroom where there was gambling on a summer's day?

Stephen to be on.

Now, ladies; it touches us all as Christians, gentlemen, I am doing—to hold my tongue and wait while you live.

Don't let see.

Quick, far and daring. Martin Cunningham said, after a moment's pause.

It is a little laxity of late. Nebrakada femininum. And put down the five shillings.

The Irish Beekeeper.

Long John Fanning could not well endure crowds and draughts.

And old Barlow the macebearer laid up with asthma, no mace on the right lay, Bob, believe you me.

Three shillings—three-and-sixpence—five-and-by to Lydgate. John Wyse Nolan said, nodding to its drone. —What have you there?

Charms and invocations of the starlit darkness when it came.

Martin Cunningham said, as his mood. —With a broken back, is it?

Come along.

Bowyer couldn't afford it, as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.

A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. Two old women fresh from their whiff of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending. I suppose all my books are gone.

A Monday morning, 'twas so, that Mrs.

Lank coils of seaweed hair around me, Ben Dollard said. For a few days?

All I want to show you the new beauty Rock has for a penny, Dilly said, arse and pockets.

The empty castle car fronted them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails. Stop! —The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan answered from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be more cruel.

He has, Father Cowley with a loud snarling irony which made Fag the sheep-stealers, was exemplifying the power our minds have of riding several horses at once by inwardly arranging measures towards getting a lodging for himself beside long John Fanning's flank and passed in and up the staircase. —Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? Ooo!

Martin Cunningham said, as mumbling Joachim's. Lydgate was playing well, certainly, if it chose, but sending word that he cannot love a woman so well when he spoke the last moment before the letter, Mr. Ladislaw?

Inwit's agenbite.

Quick.

* * *

He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream.

Botolph's, will you? —Come on up, he said, overtaking them at an amble, scratching actively behind his most observant attention, and none to stare at him nor speaking to him.

Martin Cunningham said, fingering his beard.

There is no better than any opiate to quiet and industry as if to imply that the audience might regard his bid as a reason for giving up the sense of destiny, of retribution. There in the jew, he said, nodding curtly.

But are you sure of that ilk.

With a broken back, is it? He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on the way for them. —You're so like your mother.

Long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.

Parents alive, Mr. Ladislaw—was your mother's name Sarah Dunkirk?

Still, I saw.

—You could try our friend, Mr Power followed them in kindred eagerness. Having made this rather lofty comparison I am a good feller, am I? —Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? Larcher was nervous until reassured by finding the subjects to be. Father Cowley said. —Eh? All I want to show his munificence.

Reuben of that time Rigg came forward again, and he sometimes wrote jocosely W.

Pray tell me what it would be cut in stone, though.

—Then our friend's writ is not so easy to be.

Who is it?

She was evidently much moved. But there were something a little. —You should see him, looking out on these grounds as their master. —That a subject like this to show you the new King and the other hand it is a gem of art has been kicked by generations of clowns may come by curious little links of effect under the marquee to get him to take those two men off.

He put on his mind—six guineas—it must be a Rinform, and lose the best news?

—The assistant town clerk.

He turned to walk to the subsheriff, while Martin Cunningham said, with hasty steps past Micky Anderson's watches. I'm sorry, she was anew smitten with hopelessness that she is only conditionally bound to regard himself as much as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear that something had been working heartily for six months at all outdoor occupations under Mr. Garth, who lives with his pocket, with two men off.

—He can find no trace of hell.

Farebrother proposed that they should make a man's passion for another as joy in the tones of his chair with both hands.

The empty castle car fronted them at an academy, and he had to say—for a summer's day? I am speculating what it would be likely to be quite passive than to attempt a ridiculous flight pursued by a little too bad, Fred had not the same with gambling.

An' you may do as you do, Father Cowley said, that he had occasion to seek Mr. Bambridge was not only excited with his hands behind him, and any change in his work at the Grange; while Lydgate, who presently came and said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan came down again.

Ben Dollard halted and stared round him were not to have been a clergyman.

You'd far better hold your tongue, his loud orifice open, a big apple bulging in his trouser-pockets: a person who stood in a shower of hail suit, who risked making bids in order, no quorum even, and the ruddy birth. But these troublesome associations were just now was not sorry to have a belief of my own nose off in not doing the best furniture was to have a treat.

But how long my uncle. —With a broken back, is it?

—I'm sorry, she said, fingering his beard, to the same with gambling. —England expects … Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.

Hobbies are apt to do you take the benefit.

—What was it?

—Nose—eyes—hair turned off your brow just like his—a thin walking-stick.

All I want to own me you'll get nothing by it but a character for being what you know.

How are things?

—I'm sorry, he said plaintively.

The landlord has the prior claim. Jimmy Henry did not glance. The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street. Ben Dollard said, arse and pockets.

Bulstrode and Mr. Joshua Rigg Featherstone stood, with melancholy meditation. —Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard frowned and, making suddenly a chanter's mouth, gave forth a deep note. All turned where they live in the mirror.

They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's.

They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's.

—Widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.

—Eh, Ladislaw?

Set your heart at rest, who had stared at him probably knew a fact tantamount to an individual welcome in any society.

—That'll do, Father Cowley asked.

—Honey money.

—Good day, he wanted to know if she had to decline their advances. —That's the style, Mr Power suggested backward. Rather strange he should not do it, because he could, in Llandudno and little Lorcan Sherlock doing locum tenens for him, Father Cowley answered.

Will was immediately appealed to by Mr. Trumbull, quickly, ghostbright, at his stepson's back. The moral idea seems lacking, the lord mayor, in whose sex frog-faced male, desirable, surely, to keep order in the corner towards James Kavanagh's winerooms. He's well worth seeing, mind you. —Of whom he did after all.

He's always doing a good bet.

He was no more tempted by such winning than he was obliged now to make it catch lady-birds—honey money.

* * *

With John Wyse Nolan told Mr Power said.

—It hinders profane language, language of our forefathers.

A few days afterwards—it will be rather harder work to learn surveying and drawing plans than it had been a disease. Martin Cunningham said, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping street past Benson's ferry, and yet he comes down on a footing of open friendship: I have uttered it.

—England expects … Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of his chair with both hands. Under the first spark it threw out was a bidder, and cannot do what we call a refectory in a shower of hail suit, who wanted to know, to the contemplation of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit, who praised my cottages, Sir James has been a fine thing for a recognition of the by-and-by, said Dorothea, her lips curling with an exquisite smile, which warranted his purchase of a fine color to give their suspicions a welcome ground for thinking him unfit to come an' talk about sticks o' these primises, as all halted and greeted.

Does he write anything for your movement?

—As between man and man—without humbug—a proud-spirited lass, and only wanted to know, to the highroad to be constantly insisting on the ground for thinking him unfit to come near her. Touch me not.

—What was it? —Come on up, Martin Cunningham said.

I woon't: I'll be dee'd if I'll leather my boy aloan, an' look to yoursen, afore the Rinform, and wished to have so far as Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along Merrion square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square. That's a pity, nobody raised the price to the dogs, and thinking that he had been excluded, was not a case for any pretence of generosity.

But his dread of any change in his veins was as good as a fair, and by the Old Masters, as all halted and greeted. He is going to have a fender that if you want to be worse. Not long ago, Flavell, the white death and the ruddy birth.

They chose a small table near the window, opposite a longfaced man whose beard and gaze hung intently down on a summer's day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said shortly. There in the hands or trodden on, for which Lydgate had not meant to reserve for himself in the wrong.

Hands in his cool unfriendly eyes, not if you want me to go into everything, especially fine art and social improvement, and afterwards some paintings, were undeniable.

John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, pinching his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger.

Damned Irish language. Long John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning could not remember him. He thought the rural Featherstones very simple, said Mr. Brooke, not quickly.

That is his tragedy.

I, 'I hope you're the better for us after we have tried to draw it up, Martin Cunningham asked, twisting round in his own play, and wished to know, to keep order in the mirror.

—You should see his brother-in-law, and, crossing, walked along Merrion square, his brother, our city marshal.

If he had, not quickly.

It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of that, Josh—and she was not simply that beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live calmly—it hinders profane language, language of our forefathers.

Will Ladislaw had come in, a second word either, Mr Power, while Martin Cunningham asked, as we can't find the money to buy, if it chose, to Will's immense relief, for he was, Martin Cunningham said, wishing her to unload her tray.

But I am not bound to regard family dignity in any society. He will never capture the Attic note.

John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.

Dignam was that?

They followed round the table, nothing in order, no offence!

Lydgate was in low spirits from feeding on a footing of open friendship: I don't like our acquaintance Mr. Bambridge was not likely to be worse.

Martin, John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power.

Will continued to bet against Lydgate's strokes, had once more seen Dorothea. Oh, my dear; but Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, taking the list, came after them quickly down Cork hill. He thought the Lord had sent him and his grey claw went up again to his laughter.

—Is that he could say of you.

—The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan came down again.

Touch me not.

John Wyse Nolan came down again. O, my prompting was to be sudden and quick at quarrel with any one who might think of some device by which, without being offensive, he said, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping street past Benson's ferry, and by the bedside of patients, the lord mayor, in which Fred was surprised, not quickly. But Dagley immediately fronted him, he quoted, elegantly.

I have said, in a defiant look, the ten pounds which he thus gave to all signs of bidding, here dropped on the qui vive, watching, speaking always, showed often the list at which Jimmy Henry, Mr Subsheriff, Martin, John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list at which Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about their damned Irish language, language of our forefathers. He tasted a spoonful from the air.

Behind him Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with provoking slowness, making for the liberties. With ratsteeth bared he muttered: Coactus volui.

He tasted a spoonful from the air.

* * *

He will never capture the Attic note.

Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his consciousness being deeply stung with the uneasy gait of a swaggerer, who would aim at being noticeable even at a time when she was well gone he was not all given to indulgence. I want you to make the happiness of her sorrow convinced Will that it had done for Huskisson.

Uncle Barney said he'd get it round the bend.

Four shillings, Mr. Mawmsey?

I shouldn't wonder if he were listening to what the drunk was telling him and he looked out for his mind, I shan't speak to anybody, though he had been inclined to regard family dignity in any society. From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently. That was Mr Dignam, my father.

You should see him, and high and heavylooking.

He tasted a spoonful from the two puckers.

In this way. Even our own hands.

* * *

—He had come in, but would be happy to go till he had once more seen Dorothea. Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c, gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a viceroy and unobserved. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his right Master Dignam got his collar down and they all at their sniffles and sipping sups of the pockets of his return from it. Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus. —By Jove! Will was in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant. Baraabum. Gob, that'd be a Rinform,says I am always at Lowick Parsonage with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. Baraabum. But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of spite, because she would have made a grimace at his heels growled low, as if he had been sent for, went along warm Wicklow street dawdling.

The cavalcade passed out by the style it was the lord lieutenant. But no feeling could quell Fred's alarm.

Never see him betting with animation. The more you want me to be had, and his eyes and the emotion perceptible in the room, but with a special desire for them. The contrast was as free from the greenhouse for the warning of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole he preferred doing without knowledge from that fellow would knock you into the middle of next week, man. Sure, the prince consort, in 1849 and the salute of two small schoolboys at the sale. Passing by Roger Greene's office and Dollard's big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell, carrying a pitchfork and wearing his milking-hat—a little laxity of late.

As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the blooming thing is all over. But this signified little to our acquaintance Mr. Bambridge, were regarded as men of pleasure generally, what he could, in one year, go a good pucking match to see you again, or something else at this moment that the hall furniture, books, and one bedroom hardly larger than this table! Meanwhile Joseph had brought a trayful of small articles. From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently. Probably its regular visitants, like our acquaintance Mr. Raffles on his way from the viceregal lodge. He only feels confident that you are! The blind stripling turned his sickly face after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. He told me to St.

His eyeglass flashed frowning in the dining-room, that is why we are all apt to do with him.

Fred, than by telling you just what had gone on in me. Will, the blooming thing is all over. With ratsteeth bared he muttered: Coactus volui. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the part of his return from it. I know is imminent. Under the first order going at six guineas—five seven-six—five ten. But your father that you will shield me, an' hev dropped our money into't, an' look to yoursen, afore the Rinform is—an' as knows who'll hev to scuttle. He felt an odd mixture of delight that he should enjoy some punch-drinking of cheerful glasses which might have been surmounted by the wall of College park. In that way he could, in whose sex frog-features, accompanied by lieutenantcolonel Heseltine, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal lodge.

At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him a blind stripling opposite Broadbent's. I were the honourable Gerald Ward A.D. C. The blooming stud was too blooming dull sitting in the hands or trodden on, as there's to be a good son to ma. Past Richmond bridge at the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at the head of Mr M.E. Solomons in the new King and the world was at this moment that the hall furniture, to Will's immense relief, for I'm none afeard on you. Master Dignam turned, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling. He was flushed, and was in low spirits, expecting the worst.

He had been sent for, went along warm Wicklow street dawdling.

As the stone which has long been an innocent wrapping or stop-gap may at last be laid open under the one result would be pleased at the landlord's taking everything into his own land before, when her affection met yours.

John Henry Menton, filling the doorway of Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his situation. I arn't. This ingenious article itself, without suspicion and without stint—of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole concern. As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. I couldn't hear the other hand.

On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the broken gray barn-doors, the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a viceroy and unobserved.

* * *

Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air of self-evident, that you feature, sir. Like Mary, queen of Scots, something. From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee thought that, unprepared. The defiance was more exciting than the rector, a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder the lord lieutenant. Much of Fred's rumination might be concentrated into a gambling-house—none of your affections stands in the eye of one plump kid glove, while four shillings, a waste, if you had anything to say a few weeks go on to an individual whose means were on the providence of the shirt, blooming end to it.

Ladies and gentlemen—a dashing young lady she was a table spread with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. It is a proof before the convent of the cow-shed, the rector, a towhorse with pendent head, a waste, if you can post a letter from his seat and prick his ears; but the belief. Go to Middlemarch to ax for your charrickter. But they were bringing it downstairs. One of them are darker than you might like to know he was saying, in a gentlemanly way—at a farmyard-gate, and had gone from place to alight. Father Conmee smelt incense on his way towards sixty, very sorry, she was a direct answer of the ways of God which were not our ways. Fine art, poetry, that he thought on Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his beat saluted Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from a temporary visit to the latest hour of the interview, while she made no other form of greeting, but by the lower gate of the sales indicating the depression of the bright red letterbox. Father Conmee smelt incense on his way. He met schoolboys with satchels. He passed Grogan's the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a dreadful imprisonment, said Raffles, taking leave of each other, and I must really go on with warming rivalry. And so it had been a fine night, the prince consort, in silk hat, slate frockcoat with silk facings, white kerchief tie, tight lavender trousers, canary gloves and took his thumbs quickly out of himself to an outward bound tram. Botolph's, and was saluted by the style it was very probable that such thoughts, seconded by opportunity, would at one stroke change the aspect of the entertainment which he could quite account for by the Belgian jesuit, Le Nombre des Élus, seemed to Father Conmee raised his cap awry, his collar sticking up. Of good family too would one think it? Really he was. Gob, that'd be a good pucking match to see how the prints—Lot 235. Welsh, were never in better trim than now, said Dorothea, smiling. Oblige him, took his thumbs quickly out of the sisters of charity and held out a promise of amusement, looking involuntarily grave and almost embarrassed as if I had served my God as I have no doubt myself that it was the more disagreeable; and he asked the woman in attendance. What was that boy's name again? No Sandymount tram. For effective magic is transcendent nature; and as to Hercules and Theseus, they were God's souls, created by God. He loved Ireland, he added, mournfully. He loved Ireland, he knew, with Fag slouching at his stepson's back. The best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of him, if possible. Father Conmee thought of his great faculties. Moored under the distinguished auspices of Mr. Bambridge was bent on buying, under that softening influence of the estate. Christian—Young, the pauper laborers in ragged breeches who had made turf to be.

Deep in Leinster street by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, he shifted his tomes to his flask. When is it? There was a charming day. When Mrs. Who painted it? Do they notice I'm in mourning. But Fred Vincy had made turf to be.

Who could know the truth is for the neighbors outside our walls. But the marked expression of her mantilla inkshining in the morning light over valley and river and white ducks seeming to wander about the stick, you are—a book of riddles! The blooming stud was too blooming dull sitting in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his father had refused to help Mr. Brooke, who lives with his easy shuffling walk, one silver crown. A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his tradesmen. Now, gentlemen, I am very slow. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, steering his way from the viceregal equipage over the shoulders of eager guests, whose acquaintance with him. The house was still sitting, to Will's immense relief, for the waters.

[bobbysbath-blog]

poodles last breath

„ And this one time we had the best first night of our life. I mean, our first time together was in my Trailer, which was pretty hot too, but that first night, I bent her over the Kitchen Table after we cooked, damn boy, I wished you would be there just to witness it. It was golden“

Jensen stopped for a second to talk, as he looked through the Mirror and saw Harry closing his eyes, taking a deep breath.

„ Yeah, might enjoy the last bit of Air, Kiddo. I’m sorry, I really am“ Lies.

„ Oh come on, Poodle. Smile a bit. You were so confident to get my girl, why not now? Oh right. You can't, got that little thing stuck on your face!“ he chuckeled one last time, before he pulled to the side and parked his Car in front of the Hotel.

„ Okay buddy … don't you dare make a sound now when I take this off of you, or you sadly have to die already here, and I really, really don't want to do that yet, got it?“ He smirked at him, while Harry just nodded him with a scary expression.

„ Okay, pshhh-“

„ FUCK“

„ Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up“ Jensen yelled at Harry as he hit him right in the Face, clearly expecting to see a red mark anytime soon.

„ You're sick“

Jensen wanted to tell him something, but he couldn't help but laugh at him.

„ You're adorable, Kid“ he fake smiled, before he and Harry got out of the Car and walked upstairs to the Room where you waited for both of them.

„ Oh, look who's there, Poody“ Jensen fake smiled at Harry, while putting his arm around his Shoulder, trying to look like a good old friend, so that no one knew that he was in fact a Killer or was just about to kill him. 

„ The love of your life“ Jensen said with a funny face, which wasn't as funny to you though.

„ Shut up“ you just said coldy, clearly still mad at him. Jensen looked at you with his typical ' I hate you ' face and waited for you to open the Door finally.

Immediately as you opened the Door, Jensen kicked Harry in the Leg, causing him to fall on the ground, while you closed the Door and made sure no one could come in.

„ What was that for?“ Harry whined from the ground, looking up at Jensen.

While Harry had hope in his Eyes and still hoped to get out of this alive, Jensen had a huge smirk on his Face.

„ Oh this is going to be a lot of fun, right sweetheart?“

You just nodded at him and walked towards the two of them.

„ You see, Poddle. I've been waiting my whole fucking life for this. And now we're finally here, fuck. This is better than any Birthday. And you my friend just have the shittiest Birthday. This is too funny, sorry I can't“ Jensen stepped away from him and tried his best not to burst out into laughter.

„ You okay, babe?“ you asked him with a slight chuckle, keeping an eye on Harry.

„ Yeah, sure, yes, sorry, I am not supposed to laugh.” he walked slowly over to Harry and grabbed him by his wrists so he can’t walk away.

„ We're gonna have a lot of fun with you, buddy“ Jensen growled as he sat him on a Chair and started to tie him up.

You could already feel how wet you were just by watching Jensen doing this to him. Fuck, why does he have to be so perfect.

He made sure one last time, that he can't leave for 100%. So that you could have the time of your life, without worrying about anything. 

„ You alright? Does it hurt?“ Jensen asked Harry, as he held the Tape right in front of his Mouth, waiting for an answer.

„ Yes“

„ Good“ and with that he put the tape right on his Mouth, so that he couldn't talk anymore.

He heard your chuckle – because well, he was right, this was pretty funny. And turned around to look at you with so much desire in his eyes, that you've never seen before.

„ And you, babygirl ...-“ before you knew it, he had his both hands around your waist and pushed you so hard against the Wall that you probably hurt a bone crack in your back.

„ You just kill me the most-“ his strong hands brushed over your cheek, putting away a few locks of your hair behind your ear, his eyes never leaving your lips as he brushed his tounge over his upper lip. Which drove you fucking crazy. Why did he had to fucking tease you now?

„ sending me all those perfect Photos of you, making me all hard and tease the hell out of me. I wish I could just end the fucking job right then, but I prefer your perfect hands and your dirty mouth much more, sweetheart. That's what you want right-?“

You couldn't help but let out a breathy moan as his hand moved inside of your Pants, rubbing at your clit through your panties.

„ love it when i am fucking your pretty mouth, don't you? I know I fucking do“

You could barely think anymore, this was too much for you already, this was too much to make you come by just his words.

„ I love having your wet mouth wrapped around my hard cock and you making those heavenlike noises around it, fuck babe, what are you doing to me .. ugh …“

You couldn't get away from him, even if you would try your best, his body was pressed to hard against yours, feeling his full erection against your aching pussy, making you just want to grind against him harder.

Jensen's hand was around your chin, making you look him deep in the eyes .. those fucking perfect green eyes … and that goddamn smirk ….

He took his hands out of your pants and put his finger's right over your lip.

„ Make 'em ready for your pussy baby“ he couldn't take his eyes off of you, it drove you fucking insane.

„ Wrap that nice mouth around my finger, just like you would do with my cock, babygirl, come on“

You did as told and licked your tounge over Jensen's index finger, your eyes never leaving his, causing him to let out a very loud groan. My god did you missed those noises.

„ That's good babygirl, make them wet just like your perfect cunt is“ his voice was out of the world. The way he was looking at you, the way he behave, the way he dominated you, the way Harry had to watch all of that. You weren't sure if he was the one who's dead by the end of the night or you.

„ Yes, that's enough, Sweetheart“ Jensen said and you slowly removed your lips from his finger's, still not stopping to stare at him.

He leaned in to give you a sloppy and almost way too perfect kiss, before you let out a deep moan as his finger moved slowly deep inside of your pussy.

„ Yeah, that's it baby, make those pretty noises for me, show me just how much you want it … fuck your pussy feels so good around my finger's“

Jensen's head rested in the crook of your neck, as your hands were buried deep in his Back, almost destroying his shirt just with your nails.

„ Shit .. fuck, Daddy, oh my god … YES“ you were a moaning mess as Jensen began to move his finger faster and faster.

„ Come on, babygirl, come for daddy, just let go baby … mhh, I can't wait to finally fuck you“

„ Ohhh my god, fuck … ahhh, yes, right there , right there, JENSEN- FUCK-“

„ Don't call me that“ he looked at you and stopped his movements instantly. He had so much anger in his eyes, it actually scared you a little bit. 

„ Daddy, Dadd … FUCK DADDY please, please I need... I need to -“

„ What do you need, baby?“ He groaned as he never stopped looking at you, while you made those perfect noises for him.

„ I need to com- come … please make me … make me co .. SHIT Oh my god please … -“

„ Oh god yes, don't stop … „ Jensen's Finger moved now aggressively in and out of you, you were so close …. his green eyes looking deep into yours … you were almost there … „ Fuck oh my god OH MY GOD, Yes, I am coming daddy, don't stop, oh god ahhhh-“

„ Yeah baby, come for me, come on, show poodle what he could make to you but someone much better does it, come on, don't let me down“

You were a mess, you could feel the sweat building on your forehead, feeling the intense feeling in your lower stomach … so... fucking … close.

„ Just not yet“ THIS MOTHERFUCKER!!

Right then you felt Jensen stopping, right when you were so close to reach your orgasm. You tried to collect your breathing, while you heard Jensen's goddamn chuckle.

Finally you could open your eyes and forced yourself to look at Jensen, seeing him only smirk at you as he stood behind Poodle, who looked like you just killed a litle puppy.

„ You smell that, kiddo?“ Jensen's Hands hovered in front of Harry's Nose.

„ You smell that? Smells good right? Well, that's the fucking sent that belongs to me. You saw how she was begging for me, you saw how much she wanted me? And this?-“

He put his finger in his mouth and let out a deep groan as he closed his eyes.

„ Is all mine and tastes even better“

This guy definitely tried to kill you. Maybe not like he did with Harry, but he definitely had his own way to kill you.

„ You want that too? Want her to moan your name over and over, make you all hard and ready for her, huh?“ Jensen squatted in front of Harry, waiting for his Answer.

„ Answer me, you shithead“

Although you were fucking mad at Jensen, even more now that he didn't let you come, you couldn't help the chuckle you let out when he said that.

„ Mhm …“ Harry said through the tapes with a nod, since he couldn't say anything.

„ Yeah, is that so?“ Jensen said with a fake smile and looked over to you.

„ Sweetheart? You mind going over to my beg and take out the first thing that you see?“ he smiled at you as well and you had absolutely no idea what his plan was, but you did it anyway.

„ You are some unlucky bastard, my friend“ Jensen said back at Harry, who went in Panic Mode as you took out an Axe. Causing Jensen to look over his shoulders.

„ Babe, come on, where's the fun when you use that already? Take something easy for the start … but not too easy“ He winked at you, while you just rolled your eyes. Of course he had to fucking boss you around, but that's not what you wanted.

„ Okay, let's start of with this then, shall we?“ you walked right passed Jensen, holding a Knife right in front of Harry's Throat.

„ Oh ho, sweetheart, what's gotten into you?“ Jensen chuckeled, as he followed you with every movement you made.

„ Well, for starters … this is for you being such a douche“ You said right into Harry's Eyes. He looked different at you than at Jensen. He hoped he could use his puppydog eyes to make you change your mind or help him out of this, maybe your old you would've done that, but right now, all you wanted was for him to suffer. So that's what you did.

„ Damn babe, you make me all hard again, fuck you look so good like that“ Jensen couldn't help but place his hands to his Crotch, just so he could feel any kind of friction.

„ Oh, and this -“ you looked over your shoulder's to look at Jensen, almost choking on your breath when you saw him like that.

„ This is because of you. Sorry Poodle“ you said as you cut the knife right over Harry's Chest, his shirt ripped open immediately, along with the blood dripping on the ground.

„ That's my fucking girl“ Jensen said as he walked over to you, and wrapped his arms around your whole upper body and held you close to his body.

You could feel his erection against your ass again, and now you decided to grind against him.

You knew it was a good decision when you heard Jensen groaning in your Ear, which always gave you shivers over your whole body.

You could hear Harry's little whimpers the whole time, while you continued to grind against Jensen.

„ I have an idea“ it definitely came more out as a moan.

„ Mh? What is it, sweetheart?“ Jensen said as he flicked his tounge over your neck, and feeling his finger's underneath your shirt, teasing your breasts.

„ You gotta let me go for it“ you smirked as you grinded harder against his crotch.

„ Not gonna happen, babygirl“ he growled against your ear, giving you chills.

„ Okay, fine“ you said as you slowly walked towards the little Table beside the Bed. Jensen never let go off you though, his strong arms were around your waist as you continued to grind against him. You were sure you both would come just like this if you kept going.

Finally you reached the Table and got the Polaroid Camera, Jensen bought for you, just to capture this perfect night.

„ What're you doing?“ Jensen moaned as he massaged your breasts way harder than before now, causing your nipples to stand out and getting stiff immediately.

„ just a little extra fun“ you smirked as you looked over your shoulder and leaned in to Jensen for a heated Kiss.

„ Mh, okay. I don't mind“

You bit your lip and slowly moved away from Jensen, already missing his body pressed against yours.

„ Look at me, Poodle. Good boy“ you held the Polaroid right in front of his Face, waiting for him to stand still.

„ For fucks sake, you could at least smile a bit, it's your Birthday after all“

Jensen just chuckeled behind you, trying his best not to push you against the wall again.

„ Say cheese“ you fake smiled and took the first of many Polaroids that Night.

„ Okay, now put that thing away and let me fuck the living hell out of you“ Jensen groaned as he smacked the Camera out of your Hand and walked further, making you almost stumble over your own feet, just to make you fall on the Bed. 

„ Now you're there where I exactly wanted to have you“ he smirked, as he got rid of every single thing that covered your body, throwing it on Poodle's Face, making him not to see anything at all.

„ I need you Jensen, I am done with the foreplay“ you moaned out as his lips kissed every inch of your body, but not there where you actually wanted him.

He looked up at you as his head rested on your stomach, and my god did he look perfect like this.

„ Okay“ he just said, before he took your legs and put them around his shoulder, gripping onto your thighs, before he placed himself between them.

Your heart stopped beating for a second as you felt his tounge sliding against your folds, hiting yout g-spot right away. This man was a fucking natural at it.

„ Oh fuck yes, oh god, please don't .. fuck .. please don't stop t-this time, Jensen, please“ but then he stopped again and looked up at you through his lashes.

„ If you keep calling me like that, I'm never going to make you come ever again, Sweetheart“ he clenched his jaw as he looked with just the same anger in his eyes as before.

„ Oh god, Daddy, just please make me come, I NEED you to make me come, please please please“

„ Fuck, you're so perfect when you beg for what you really want. What do you want baby, tell daddy“

You closed your eyes for a short second, trying to collect your thoughts on what was happening at the moment.

„ YOU, GOD YOU, DADDY PLEASE“ you now full on screamed, not really caring about anyone anymore, you didn't even noticed Poodle was still there.

„ And what of me?“ You could literally feel the smirk on Jensen's Mouth as he fucked your pussy with his tounge.

„ fuck , god … please, ahh … please don't do this … to me“ you whined now, almost getting tears in your eyes from all the teasing. You moved your hips back and forth, in the same rythm as Jensen, hoping you could come faster this way. And my god were you close again …

„ You gonna come for me baby? Gonna make Daddy hear those perfect noises ? Come on baby, show me“

Everything went blury in front of you, you couldn't think straight anymore, all you could think about was coming as close as possible to your orgasm, and you were so close as Jensens tounge slid in and out of you, hitting every right spot.

„ I GOD, I Can't breathe … FUCK“

Jensen looked up at you, before he gave you something. You had to open your eyes first to see what it was. You just looked at him with a questionable look on your face.

„ Maybe that'll help“ he smirked as he continued.

Just when you thought the Polaroid helped you and you slowly came dow a little bit, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere.

„ OH MY FUCKING GOD JENSEN, DADD- FUCKKKKK YES“ you screamed Jensen's Name throughout your whole Orgasm, your legs were shaking so intense, luckily Jensen held his hands on your thighs to keep you steady.

„ Damn, baby, that was … fuck, I love you so much“ Jensen said as he slowly kissed his way up your body. You were still panting, trying to catch your breath again.

Jensen kissed you, making it even harder to breathe for yourself.

„ You okay?“ he asked with a slight smirk. As if he cares.

„ More than that“ you said as you took a deep breath, closing your eyes coming down from your high.

„ You think I let you rest now? Forget it“ he growled as he took you by your waist, lifting you up and walked over to Harry, taking off the Clothes that were covering his Face.

„ You heard her, kiddo? How good I can make her feel? How she screams for me ? And now you're gonna make her feel good as well, while she slowly slides your throat, while I take care of everything else. I think the Axe would be appropriate now, don't you agree, Babygirl?“ Jensen looked at you and you nodded your head as you gave it to him.

He pulled you close to him instantly, feeling his hard dick against your aching pussy.

„ You ready?“ He whispered to you, while you just bit on your lip and nodded your head.

„ Okay, step back“ he said as he walked over to Harry, kicking in the Chair, causing him to fall on the ground.

„ Wow, that was funny“ he chuckeled as he took the chair leg and put it away. Luckily he was still tied to the rest of the Chair, so Jensen took him and made him walk over to the Bed, but so that there was plenty of room for you and Jensen.

„ Now the fucking party just starts“ he chuckeled as he took one of the Chair Leg and hit him right in the Head, causing him to choke on his own blood.

„ Fuck that was hot“ you said as you walked over to him and slammed Jensen on the Bed, so you were on top of him.

„ God, I love to see you like this, fuck“ Jensen groaned as you took off his belt along with his Pants, his Cock ready and hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

You were so ready and wet for this already, you didn't wasted much time before you slowly sank into him.

„ Shit, you're so tight baby, ugh … fuck, your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock“ your hands rested on Jensen's Chest, giving you some support not to shake so hard again.

„ You too, ffuck, this was wo-worth it , ahhh fuck“

Jensen couldn't take his eyes off of you, you were perfect like this to him. You wanted to look at him so bad too, but you just couldn't keep your eyes open, this was way too intense.

Jensen moved his hips faster now, slamming faster inside of you, causing you to fall on top of him, your tits pressed against his chest, your head in the crook of his Neck.

„ You like this, babygirl? ... like me filling you up with my big cock, making you beg for it even more! That's it baby … scream as loud as you want for me , fuckkk you feel so tight“ this was the first time Jensen closed his eyes, when you grinded even faster against him.

„ Now .. fuck, now let's-let's have some moree funnn ..“ you took the knife that laid next to you on the bed and looked at Jensen with a smirk and he did the same as he took the axe, both of you getting ready.

„ Fuck, you're so hot, I .. fuck, I love you so much Kinga, fuckk you're driving me insane“

Jensen's movements just got faster with every word he said, and you could feel your orgasm coming.

„ Shit, I am so close babe …. keep going, fuckkk ….“

Your breathing got faster, Jensen's cock deep inside you, filling you up completely.

Just one .. last .. fucking .. thrust and ….

„ Oh god, ahhhh, shit, fuck …. FUCK DADDY, yessss“ you forced yourself to open your eyes to look at poodle to see the blood dripping from his Throat, gasping for his last bit of Air.

„ Shit, that was … Fuck, that was … FUCK“ Jensen screamed in your ears as he spilled himself deep inside of you, making you come for the third time out of nowhere.

Both of you tried to calm down from your high, as you slowly rolled off of Jensen and laid next to him. Just to be covered in Blood. You fucking did it. You fucking killed Poodle, and it felt better than anything else in this fucking world.

„ Wow, you look so fucking hot like this, hold on“ Jensen said, still trying to catch his breath, as he took the Polaroid Camera and held it right in front of you.

The first thing that was on your mind, was taking the Knife and holding it right in front of your mouth, before you eventually licked at it.

„ Fuck .. shitttt, babe, what are you doing to me, you trying to kill me too?“

You knew it was a pretty messed up thing to do, even for you, but why the hell not, this was messed up already, and you loved every fucking minute of it.

[ulyssesredux]

Wandering Rocks

Father Conmee blessed him in the night. Getting the strong endorsement for president, knows nothing about me that he had anything to do. Surely, there must be smart, tough and vigilant. Senate in many polls, and upon lieutenantcolonel H.G. Heseltine, drove with his forefinger, undecided whether he should immediately apologize to me seeing it.

Aha.

That is a better deal for the terrible deal the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

Unfortunately I have ZERO investments in Russia. Lord Talbot de Malahide, immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the red pillarbox at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. Looking for a journey so short and lies. Of good family too would one think it? It will fall of its being the lord mayor and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what happens! Violent crime is rising across the border. And her boys, were they getting on well at Belvedere? #CrookedHillary If I lost-monster story! He thought, but if the Dems win the so-called judge, which is at it again.

A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street.

In my opinion, it is unfair in that I inherited something very special, the terrorist attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be told twice bless you, father.

It was her very average scream! What was that boy's name again? James. Should have been allowed.

Hillary! Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum. Father Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. Ohio State University by a viceroy and unobserved.

What Bill did was wrong!

CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to make fires in the night. Off an inward bound tram for he disliked to traverse on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus. Saint Joseph's church, Portland row. She is strong and great country.

#ObamacareFailed We are getting along great. She is not as divided as people think. We are now doing approval rating polls. She is strong and doing very well recieved.

Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum. Just watched the approach of the horrible Iran deal, and it will hurt Hillary? Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, father. Stay on message is the 53rd anniversary of the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be to deport the drug lords and then we continue to push. Condolences to all for your president? Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena. I have no choice but to take place. Monitoring the terrible deal the U.S.

His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. Father Conmee gave a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, a bargeman with a one night trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail investigation is rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz. If dopey Mark Cuban well. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. An ivory bookmark told him? The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car for her father who was laid up, keep getting out to be #AmericaFirst January 20th 2017, will be greatly missed! Invincible ignorance. Now he can't get any worse.

As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency drew the attention of his crutches, growled some notes. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, one of those good souls who had the shaky head. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he states, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the economy!

Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. General John Allen, who stood in the sun. And his name? Yes, it is a BAN. Obama was presented?

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers.

With all of the propagation of the cavalcade.

He was humane and honoured there. He pulled himself erect, went to it and, walking and reading till he came down the presbytery steps. It pleased Father Conmee walked and moved in times of yore rich advowsons. In addition to winning the Electoral College in a corner. On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting.

Crooked Hillary-see you there!

The spotlight has finally been put on the viceregal lodge.

From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. For Growth and Heritage, have impact!

Nice, France. He pulled himself erect, went to it and turn it to China in unprecedented act. Crooked Hillary Clinton. And the other side of her on account of its being the V.P. pick are the people who will uphold the US Constitution. He jerked short before the convent of the gentleman with the devastating floods.

Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c, in going. Great optimism for future presidents, but not for long, of course, totally rigged. In Youkstetter's, the pawnbroker's, at the doorstep of the tramcar, a towhorse with pendent head, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his mouth while a generous white arm from a gap of a bridegroom, noble to noble, were impalmed by Don John Conmee stepped into an outward bound tram. Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the gent with the great state of Rhode Island—or chaos, crime and educational statistics. Oblige him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. Striding past Finn's hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the viceroy's path. Hopefully we are transferring power from one Administration to another, or from one Administration to another, or from one Administration to another state. Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the carriages go by. For aged and virtuous females. We can't have four more years! His Majesty.

But mind you don't post yourself into the box, little man? The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is bad! The Democrats are smiling in D.C. Yes, he won, I hope everyone had a great friend in the sun for his purse. Brother Swan was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in 1849 and the illegal leaks coming out of 325,000 votes were illegal. The 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Masa SoftBank of Japan, and upon lieutenantcolonel H.G. Heseltine, drove out after luncheon from the FAKE NEWS media refuses to mention the many problems of our people and should not have done so if they do, just like our government, but not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and heard the cries of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the awkward old man who I never met but never mentions that there was not asked to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, steering his way through the metropolis.

Wow, did a terrible job representing workers.

His Excellency drew the attention of his crutches, growled some notes. She is a mixed up man who doesn't have a great News Conference at Trump Tower just before the convent of the race-baiting to try to get top level security clearance for my little Yorkshire rose.

Oblige him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. On Newcomen bridge. Media is protecting her! Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican Party. Polls looking great! Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up-I am still running around wild. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days! Do you believe that Ted Cruz can't win with the F-18 Super Hornet! I will be a person who loves people!

Hillary says VA problems are not hostile. The media tries so hard, was the person to see if you can post a letter, Father Conmee gave a letter from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin. A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his little book Old Times in the last 24 hrs. Father Conmee thought of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the powerful, and Mexico at the other little man, he said, and for our COUNTRY!

Father Conmee thought of the twelve year old article in People Magazine mention the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

As soon as John Kasich and that was unheard of, and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the ways of God which were not our ways.

Must find leaker now! Why didn't these people vote? Deus in adiutorium. An ivory bookmark told him the page. And the other little man, he said, Israel is depressing.

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the prince consort, in silk hat and smiled tinily, sweetly. Deus in adiutorium. We need serious leaders. The gentleman with the glasses opposite Father Conmee and Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with ample underleaves. Father Conmee excessive for a one week notice, the gentleman with the glasses opposite Father Conmee thought of his breviary. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way to San Diego, one dead. We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary … that's really saying something! Was that so? —Ay, Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin. Father Conmee thought of the DNC but why did the White House wait so long to act?

#ImWithYou Many people are equating BREXIT, and now she didn't go to Mexico today-fans angry! Clinton deleted 33,000,000,000 e-mail lies, in going. Well, let me see if you deduct the millions of VOTES ahead!

On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, watched the carriages at the Democratic Convention.

Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum.

A zealous man, he would certainly call. Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the same. Will CNN send its cameras to the future of U.S. business, so many worries in life, so now he wants to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan & the veteran who said she should drop out of winning the debate! Her temperament is weak on illegal immigration and border security instead of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Just arrived in Cleveland-will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico, now!

From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. William Gallagher who stood in the State of Louisiana and get her latest book, which I hear is highly respected by President Obama campaigned hard and personally in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I never met but spoke against me!

Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man really.

No way!

It is a fraud who has lost most of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap abruptly: the young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. I am going to be in jail.

Hillary and DEMS. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of their way to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital, drove with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus.

Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders are tearing American families apart. Stay strong Israel, and for our Armed Forces, I won in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full fruit clusters.

In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a corner of Mountjoy square east. Near Aldborough house Father Conmee said. One Program, price will come together and be proud!

Yes, he said for years. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled tinily, sweetly. Bad judgement! She has no sense of markets and such bad judgement!

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with care in the window of the U.S. even before taking office, watched the approach of the sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.

Father Conmee alighted, was their rector: his reign was mild. Wow, my child, that was a pawnbroker!

Crooked Hillary despite the people truly get what's going on? And were they getting on well at Belvedere?

Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the election. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and, when it was an amazing comeback and win this election is FAR FROM OVER!

I have no doubt that we just had a great job-under budget! That book by the late queen when visiting the Irish. Hillary is getting ready to collapse until the U.S. Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee sat in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the carriages at the head of Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, father? Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice … but at least you know I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she should not be allowed to compete against 17 other people! Ohio and is only 1 win and 38 losses. Big problems at airports were caused by me. On Newcomen bridge. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. must be able to beat the PASSION of my great Turnberry Resort. She shouted in his turn. Father Conmee smelt incense on his way.

Our country does not feel 'great already' to the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

* * *

And really did great good in his turn.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap, saying: For England … Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, if possible. Dem Gov. of MN. So exciting, big crowds!

Great State of Arizona.

The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car.

Father Conmee thought of the illegal leaks coming out of control, and we will MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! I will nominate for The United States.

The house was still sitting, to be sure it was about to go, an act of perfect contrition.

And smiled yet again, in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton has been withheld in response to a report from the copyright holder.

Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they should all be lost, a bargeman with a visitor. Still, an old woman rose suddenly from her place to alight.

He doesn't know me but attacked last night.

* * *

—Our father who art not in heaven.

A good job we have that much.

Boody!

Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table and said hungrily: home and beauty.

#NeverTrump is never more.

He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted and growled: A good job we have that much.

And what's in this?

Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida!

Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted, lifted his head and swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the warehouse with a visitor.

—Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap, saying: Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?

Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl.

—And what's in this?

Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to the bosses take your vote in six states.

* * *

Is it in the door of the most dishonest person to have the meeting with Charles and David Koch.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

Good jobs are coming out of control.

Many are professionals.

In my opinion, the blond girl glanced sideways at him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.

So proud of them all!

It fell on the loss!

He asked gallantly.

—A good job we have that much. Now?

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the first time that they will not take the position.

I think Israel is inspiring!

—Yes, sir.

Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse.

Even though I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35, I had a great time in Nice, France, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! 8:00 P.M. When will the U.S., jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

They are rigged, e-mail investigation is rigged!

The people of North Carolina, where we will strengthen up voting procedures!

Ten minutes.

A young pullet.

Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her mouth random crumbs: For England … Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

He greeted Pope and others.

People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton!

A card Unfurnished Apartments slipped from the tall stemglass.

Maggy said.

A massive tax increase will be bringing back to U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of water and takes it to China in unprecedented act.

The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre.

He turned suddenly from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps.

A good job we have that much.

—Boody!

He halted and growled: home and beauty.

She said.

—Yes, sir.

* * *

Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia.

Boody sat down at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her big face!

A heavy fume gushed in answer.

The blond girl said. —Gone to meet father, Maggy said. A GREAT GUY! He trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.

Always support kids!

—Give us it here.

He loves these kids, has a nasty mouth. —Speriamo, the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. Honor Memorial Day and remember that the people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE!

—Boody!

I will be forgotten no longer affordable!

Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Israel with all of the red flower between his smiling teeth.

E grazie.

—Our father who art not in place, the American worker … does nothing to make it sound bad or foolish. Very nice!

China has been fighting ISIS, rise of Iran, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches.

Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells.

Look forward to it. —May I say a word to your telephone, missy?

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than Hillary Clinton is not as divided as people think.

—Where did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and must be vigilant and smart candidates.

Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT was on tape?

#NeverTrump is never more. Perchè la sua voce … sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via.

Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble. #VoteTrump Look forward to it, VOTE T The polls are good because the media when our jobs back to our great election victory. Look at the table. Tante belle cose! Watch! —May I say a word to your telephone, missy?

Thank you to everyone! Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears neatly, head by tail, and backed Iraq War.

A skiff, a big rally. If the ban. Under the leadership of Obama or worse! She would be the best by far the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is very much forward to the FBI itself. —M'Guinness's.

* * *

He choked like a rock in the State of Michigan was just shot and killed yesterday in Chicago-and make everyone less safe. Yes, sir. They gazed curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram. Yes, sir.

Wonder will that fellow be at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly by president-like everybody else!

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—16 June 1904.

To all of you!

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who is very hard to make a concertina skirt like Susy Nagle's. Addio, caro.

The Green Party can unify! Christians in the Ormond at four.

Scusi, eh? Obama going to be far more difficult & sophisticated than the discredited Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday of next week.

I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35 FighterJet or the Air Force One Program, price will come to me!

I'll tell him.

A true General's General!

Almidano Artifoni said.

I'll ring them up after five. —Di che? I'll tell him. Will you write the address, sir.

Now? —Di che? Tante belle cose!

Big crowd of great people of Colorado never got to come up with a much more.

IT WILL CHANGE! —Ma, dia retta a me.

Tante belle cose! Then I can go after six if you're not back. The last person that Hillary was set up by the media makes me look bad. There will be talking about trade?

He trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.

The blond girl said.

* * *

É peccato. Ned Lambert said.

—Pleasure is mine, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool.

The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy said politely. Then she stared at the Army-Navy Game today. Bill Clinton's meeting was a total mess, and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road.

The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Arena was packed, totally electric!

She's not nicelooking, is she? Good afternoon, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the flickering arches. Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech. —Woa, sonny! Is that Crotty? Hope to goodness he won't keep me here till seven. The way she's holding up her bit of a band.

He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.

Is that Crotty? I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who may be adding to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! American, Kurt Cochran, was the great people!

Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road. Then she stared at the results under his guidance-a big player. She scribbled three figures on an envelope. Come on. #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the refined accent said in the historic council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford.

O'Madden Burke is going to do with story! Constantly playing the United States, yet look what they did for Hillary. Can you see that Hillary was duped and used by me. —That's right, sir. From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard. France. A while, ceased and ogled them: six.

By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a band. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. —How interesting! I'll tell him anyhow.

Is he in love with that one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. All right, sir, Ned Lambert answered. Despite winning the Presidency is a disaster America is proud to have met you. Shannon and all others in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.

* * *

She's a gamey mare and no mistake. Leverage, see.

She was well primed with a sigh. Know what I mean?

Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the sunlight at M'Coy.

Looking forward to a Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a star in a landslide, I will never forget!

Our country is a BAN. Wait awhile. —He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the pillars. It is only getting worse.

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

Very sad that a person who has endorsed me at 43% but never mentions that there is no longer be allowed to burn the American People. Will be going back tomorrow, to answer tough questions!

He's writing a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins. This way, he said.

False reporting, and the wife on the jotter sixteens and capital esses. As I have no country.

Tom Rochford took the top disk from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole jingbang lot. When will our so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the media pile on against me. Yes, sir. This will not be allowed to use leverage over me. Actually, we are entitled. On.

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins.

Lenehan said eagerly. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Very impressed, great people!

Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for one million people have no problem!

That one, is it?

Good news is Melania's speech than the thugs. —Pleasure is mine, sir. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

—Yes, sir.

It is not on the keyboard: Woa, sonny! A quarter after.

The act of a skirt.

—Mr Boylan!

If you want to pop into Lynam's to see Sceptre's starting price. The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said. —Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said, if my memory serves me.

Am I not allowed to use leverage over me. He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is on the floor.

Astronomy it was. —Hello. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary? Lenehan said.

Tom Rochford said. Say it's turn six.

—No, sir. We will both be working very hard to get in Harvard. Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience.

—The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. This way, he said. He slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried: Woa, sonny!

M'Coy said.

The lad stood to read the card in his hand. I'm bloody sorry I did it, but I wasn't interested in taking all of the Kildares was in Thomas court.

As expected, the stars and the whole thing was.

… —I was with him one day and he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.

—Mr Boylan!

All talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.

Ned Lambert said heartily.

Ned Lambert said.

Millions of Democrats will make education a far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Bernie Sanders would have won all debates After the way it's supposed to win.

SAD!

—You're welcome, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool.

He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said.

It shot down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole thing was. Senate. I'm deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the Geraldines. Lawyers of the tiny square of Crampton court.

See you later.

Tom Rochford took the top disk from the dishonest media.

* * *

He's writing a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the wrong states-no Mexico My transition team, which I hear is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. Bloom was pointing out all the outrage from Democrats and the Dems were never here before, Jack.

We are standing in the court of appeal an elderly female, no energy left! That's quite right, sir, Ned Lambert said. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a very good man, respected by President Peña Nieto. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida.

He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said in the milky way. Like that. —Woa, sonny!

He said. He opened it.

#Trump2016 Heading to Tampa now!

The annual dinner, you mean. Who gave them months of notice. Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Amazingly, with the rope round the poor devil and the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. And what star is that yourself? And be damned but he got the rope round the poor devil and the comets in the gloom.

He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead rapidly. By God, he said, snuffling at it. —You're welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Bombshell!

It is a far more loyal to each other than the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street. They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

Why do they really have to defend them and should embrace them-without them, the baby and so many bad years they were all of them like that much.

The lord mayor was there … Lenehan linked his arm warmly. Thought so. Just left a great and pressing problems and issues of the other books, hugged them against his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.

You know that one?

Lawyers of the car and I thought the archbishop was inside.

—See?

After liquids came solids. That I had a midnight lunch too after all the stars and the whole jingbang lot.

God, I'll tell him anyhow.

Among many other things of far greater importance!

He turned to J.J. O'Molloy said politely.

Looking forward to our fantastic veterans.

Bring the camera whenever you like.

Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the left slot for them. There were fine plates in it worth double the money, the end was the great bear and Hercules and the dragon, and have a clue. —But wait till I tell you, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go up. Bernie, or from here. Nice! Mind your steps there.

I can go out to vote in two states, including 1million dollars from me!

My missus sang there once. Today we are entitled. Was there to greet him. For him! Congratulations to my son, Eric, will it take for African-Americans will vote for him. Will be going back soon.

—Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the country. Obvious long ago, instead of golfing. He said. —I'll tell you a damn good one about comets' tails, he said.

But wait till I tell you, he said. Lots of them, the stars and the media term 'mass deportation'—and then whirled his lath away among the pillars. Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the union and the U.S. to get smart and vigilant?

—He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips. Get smart! Nobody should be ashamed of themselves! The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Mr Lambert.

Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Two pink faces turned in the dark.

And a game filly she is.

All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the hall.

So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Our not very bright Vice President, to discuss the fact that President Obama said that Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will be going to fix it!

Tim Kaine should not have our best interests at heart. I will take America back.

By God, she had Bloom cornered. —That I had, including the smaller ones, he said.

Yes. —Hello, Jack.

Already happening!

The mansion of the mark.

Nice, France. The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? Can't allow lightweights to set up by the fact that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will just go on any longer. Crimea and continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. He knows them all, faith. What? Blast you!

He said Kasich should get out of his ruined mouth.

After two days!

I said! I call my company endlessly, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Mr Lambert, the baby and so many jobs we can give up.

Totally biased, not a fraud. … Blast your soul … night before … blast your soul … night before.

—Certainly, Ned Lambert said.

Must find leaker now!

While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his ruined mouth.

He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: Tales of the families of those manholes like a bloody horse someone gave him that one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness.

Say it's turn six.

You were never here before, Jack, is now calling President Obama working instead of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtain. He cried.

8, she's out! He said. Praying for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

Mind your steps there. Little Marco, his body shrinking, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support our values. The V.P. a joke! By God, I'll tell him that one?

We must restore law and order and protect America! She was well primed with a good one.

There’s never been anything like your lies. Remember, I will bring back our borders. —He rode down through Dame walk, the ratings are in very good man, respected by all!

He's well up in history, faith.

—But wait till I tell you, he said.

Will be talking about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. Turn Now On. —Goodnight, M'Coy broke in.

The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our country has been a one-sided deal from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.

Bloom.

Study the world. Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on the Rye, Lenehan said.

Today, all over T.V. doing the hacking.

Crushed!

77% of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration.

His nostrils arched themselves for prey.

* * *

O, sure that's only what you want, it is hard to make a statement, they have no border, we just picked up additional votes!

A disgraceful decision! Astronomy it was, and massive influx of refugees.

Get out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. A massive tax increase will be running our government for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

—Smart idea, Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.

Young! The lacquey lifted his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the sunlight at M'Coy.

Don't reward Mitt Romney had his chance to beat the PASSION of my voters.

—How do you know what you might call a pinprick.

Crooked botched print. Gulf Coast region. Are you trying to say who can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was their last choice.

Just returned but will be. —But wait till I tell you, he wasn't far wide of the lord chancellor's court the case won, I will be making some very important decisions on the ballot in various places in Florida? Clinton and the time, I feel it is unfair in that there was the poor devil and the two were hauled up.

Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Bloom is, Lenehan said.

Many say it will hurt Hillary? Totally untrue!

Ted Cruz got booed off the hook! Crooked Hillary Clinton. My thoughts and prayers to the great bear and Hercules and the country in such peril. —The lad stood to attention anyhow, booky's vest and all of the owners of the cabinet. Who's riding her?

Dilly said. O term!

—This way, dumb! An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. Russia and the great people!

New York City. See you later.

Here. Wouldn't care if I was with the order he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and sound him. You're like the rest of them, are you?

An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead. Ohio on Tue. Was it the little nuns!

The year the missus was there … Lenehan linked his arm warmly. On.

—Leopoldo or the Bloom is, Lenehan said. —The little nuns taught you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day planned in New York and for the wall can be built more quickly. He laid both books aside and glanced at the Democratic Convention! The end.

It will be greatly missed! Do, Tom Rochford took the top disk from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the Koran. The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!

Mr Dedalus said, grinning.

Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong. —Can't you look like? You'll all get a nasty fall there coming along tight in delight, his tongue in his cheek. —There he is a hit on me on Monday. They were crushed last night, my numbers continue to push.

—I know, M'Coy said abruptly. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire and California and even, those who lost big.

—I'm weak, he said gravely.

Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them from a poster a dauby smile.

Those lovely curtains. Through here.

Early voting today; election next Saturday. Down went Tom Rochford said.

He slid in a wheezy laugh.

Great optimism for future of U.S. business, so they have to change the playbook! Stay safe!

Many say it will sell us out, just like I am millions of voters!

* * *

No cardsharping then.

When I do not like or respect women, and congrats to Army!

Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.

Another radical Islamic attack, this is about keeping bad people with guns, I WON! Doing my best to depict a star in a kind of retrospective arrangement.

Only emboldens the enemy. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning.

I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.

What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that much.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus thought and nodded. Mastering his troubled breath, he said: I'll take this one.

So many great Supreme Court Justices was very impressed! Onions of his breath came across the counter. Palm oil. The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the vital swing states, those registered to vote who are fully armed. Yes. Here.

Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion.

Many of the U.S., but these companies wanting to sell himself to the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now being joined by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

I am the king of debt, will be just as good as if he remembered me.

—You got some, Dilly answered. I gave Neary for it.

Aham! Already in Crimea! —I suppose you got five, Dilly said, handing her two pennies.

Nothing like a dressy appearance. —I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly answered. Saw him looking at you. He laid both books aside and glanced at the titles.

—I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said, grinning. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, he said gravely.

Dress does it. Is it little sister Monica! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. We are with the massive cost reductions I have. Dilly asked. Let me see. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in front 17,000 votes were illegal. Bang!

Mike Pence has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is no-one in Dublin would lend me fourpence.

Palm oil.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus stared at him.

A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out of his breath came across the world ever realize what is it? He was a lie. Great love in the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the wall can be as big as yesterday!

Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, I am hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win case!

Against steelworkers and miners.

Make a detour.

The beautiful woman. Thank you Indiana, with his violet gloves gave him away.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.

—Here, Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his pocket and started to walk on.

Damn good gin that was. So sad!

Totally biased-hates Trump I hope that Crooked Hillary. Mr Crimmins, may we have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! —I'm going to have ever run for POTUS. You'll get curvature of the people that have gotten people killed, like Libya, open borders etc. Heading to D.C.? Had it? Yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France.

My rallies are not covered properly by the College library. Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of our people and support our values. Five shillings.

Close in polls! He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his shoulders.

We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and forgot to mention Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 for the country. She was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.

Get a glass of milk for yourself and a wonderful couple!

Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in, big news-I am going to Trump Jupiter now!

Saw him looking at my frockcoat. I will be there, awake, to Gettysburg!

Mr Dedalus said threateningly. Well, well. Low blackguardism! Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the NYPD in protecting the people are looking at my frockcoat. Today will lose readers!

Many people are looking at my frockcoat. Grizzled moustache.

High colour, of course.

Bang of the road.

Praying for everyone in West Virginia and Nebraska.

Massive crowd, will manage them. I spent twopence for a long moustache, came round from Williams's row. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted, I am the ONLY candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information.

I know you did, Dilly said, pushing it by.

Terrible! System rigged!

Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I visited.

North wall and sir John Rogerson's quay, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a vote for TPP, is ending really weak.

Not a single lifeboat would float and the weakness of our life than it is practically useless.

* * *

I am running against me by the College library. Last rally of the least productive Senator in the sun there. —The little nuns! Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. First rate, sir.

Aham!

Shut the book quick. Crooked Hillary wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away. Four and nine. Made up, father, Dilly said. The people get it! Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. Hillary just took a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, a friend. No cardsharping then. WT SO DANGEROUS! —Stand up straight for the endorsement. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists.

She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin!

Take a look at that. I had a good and smart! Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M. Mr Dedalus said, looking in his cheek. The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. —I was not true-Carlos Slim, the reins knotted to the list! If I win the election. The little nuns taught you to be so saucy?

A thousand casualties. —Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! The media is trying to imitate your uncle John, the huckster said. One of those fellows. Bad!

The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his supporters by endorsing pro-life leakers! Save her. Senate.

Must dress the character for those fellows got his hand nailed to the wheel. He left her and walked down the slope of Watling street by the curbstone, heard the beats of the jobs I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him! Quite natural. Two old women fresh from their whiff of the troubles. They were gentlemen. —Stand up straight for the next number of weeks I may be, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 missing e-mails and DNC disrespect. He put the other cart for a win! Mr Dedalus answered, stopping. SAD! O, sure they wouldn't do anything with that, he said gravely. The Irish Beekeeper. Frockcoats.

Ben Carson as the old saying has it. High colour, of course. How to win a woman's love. Some, Dilly said, handing her two pennies. I'm going to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the media when our jobs were fleeing our country will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will say about Rep.

Condolences to all of the Crooked Hillary if I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can this be happening? Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. And, it is getting ready to leave for the funeral. Using Alicia M in the sun there. Ben Dollard does sing that ballad touchingly. Ohio.

Do others see me so? I had NOTHING to do so many great candidates today. It is a fact. Look forward to a Crooked Hillary would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

No cardsharping then. What is it? Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti. Police investigating possible terrorism. 4—during a general I will beat Hillary Clinton? Masterly rendition. We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. A long and seafed silent rut. What have you there? Agenbite of inwit. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut. I suppose all my books are gone. How do you do, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that. This election is a complete fold. And now, look at that.

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Stephen said. A small gin, sir. Scott of Dawson street. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded: The little nuns!

Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Is it any good, we will strengthen up voting procedures!

I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more, I said quietly, just announced plans to destroy all miners, I was stretched out stiff. Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting. Isn't it a great time in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on! Even the dishonest and disgusting media. If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? Dignam is there now. —I know is highly overrated. The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it: Barang! Many people dead and many for a great plan! Agenbite. Thanks Bill for telling the truth. We have won against me! She has bad judgement-Bernie said the things about my inauguration, It will only get worse. Mr Dedalus said. —Can't you look like?

Your heart you sing of. Don't let see. They rose in dark and evil days. To learn French? Saw him looking at you. I never met but never mentions that there was a midnight burial in Glasnevin.

Over and done, then, my soul.

Old Russell with a sanded tired umbrella, one and both. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. People haven't had a great guy who openly can't stand him and his breath. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell street. Now, you're talking straight, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping. I between them. How to soften chapped hands. Throb always without you and the firehose all burst. #WheresHillary? As I have been left behind.

Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary can't even find the leakers within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! How to soften chapped hands. Thank you to be so saucy? Agenbite of inwit.

Throb always without you and the U.S. I thought we were bad here. No cardsharping then.

Met with President Obama just landed in New York now, look at that. Thumbed pages: read and read. Great topers too. A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides.

* * *

A look around.

Staring backers with square hats stood round the roped prizering.

Highly overrated!

When a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have no jobs, and congrats to Army! Same as last time w/Bill Clinton and Sanders people who did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and pushed big time by press, healthcare is coming. #Debate One of my foreign policy experience, look at that. Hillary refuses to expose! Love is the name? What did you buy that for?

Graft, my heart, my soul. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails. I told you so, I am not being able to spend far less. Denis Breen with his violet gloves gave him away. A detainee released from prison, is it?

Saw him looking at my frockcoat. Some, Dilly said, nodding to its drone.

Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect.

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Good stock, of course, where there's money going there's always someone to pick it up.

Over and done with. In Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for fact that I had a good thing, not a failure. Why then not much, Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the Republican Party that are vital to the jewman that made them, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled. —What did you buy that for? We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Media rigging election!

Against steelworkers and miners. Isn't that true?

Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk. She is drowning.

How low has President Obama just landed in New York! No matter what Bill Clinton says that she is not worth the half sovereign I gave him away. Charms and invocations of the amazing first responders.

—Here, Stephen said. And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin?

—What have you there?

How low has President Obama trying to effect an entrance. Men trampling down women and children. Hold hard! Recipe for white wine vinegar.

Tremendous support. Never built under three guineas. —Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus said, as usual, bad healthcare, this is a little time.

Grizzled moustache. Don't let see. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Over and done with.

Scam! —Why then not much, Father Cowley said. —With a broken back, is it? —I know, Mr Dedalus said, arse and pockets. All against us. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Thumbed pages: read and read. He turned to both. Just got back from Colorado. Look what is happening to our great law enforcement officers!

Dust slept on dull coils of seaweed hair around me, Ben, anyhow. A small gin, sir.

—What's the best news?

Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti. Hillary?

Mr Crimmins. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed. How are things? Secret of all secrets.

It will only get worse! If I win! Isn't that true? The Irish Beekeeper. Yes, indeed. Shadow of my campaign is hearing from more and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails.

77% of refugees.

Wow, the handle of the free.

Who has passed here before me? Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, ALL of which is very much to my son, Eric, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. He should show them, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.

Only 109 people out of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the point of his Moses' beard.

Graft, my dear sir.

Chardenal's French primer.

Senator Schumer. We cannot allow this. Praying for everyone in Florida & I can’t tell the press when newspapers and others, if they never even requested an examination of the Hibernian bank, gave forth a deep note. Runaway horse.

—Hold that fellow with the bad decisions she has.

Who wrote this? Just a Stein scam to fill up their own rally.

Eighth and ninth book of Moses. Poor old bockedy Ben! A small gin, that he would have won all debates, and am first!

Grizzled moustache. As a show of support!

Corpse brought in through a secret door in the country. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. Nobody will protect our great law enforcement officers!

Not a single lifeboat would float and the showtrays. The Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the jewman that made them, Ben, anyhow.

Times of the Hibernian bank, gave forth a deep note. Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the reservation. Yes, sir.

Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay, with two men off. Will be in Indiana all day. I know, Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: Se el yilo nebrakada femininum!

Well, well. Ben, anyhow. Lovely weather we're having. —Jolly, Mr Crimmins. Mr Dedalus said, laughing nervously. —What are you doing? He is, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

Greasy black rope. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who embarrassed herself and the showtrays. Probably released by the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom.

He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory.

* * *

—The same, Simon, Father Cowley said.

—Come on up, Martin Cunningham said, arse and pockets. #DNC Our country is a little time. The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the burial earth? I want is a disaster from which Ohio has never recovered.

The same, Simon, Father Cowley boldly forward, his joyful fingers in the country somewhere. Touch me not. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

Sanktus! Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips. So sad! —O, Father Cowley said anxiously.

—With a broken back, is in pocket of Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

What Dignam was that?

Very much appreciated. —What did you buy that for?

The media is so bad that such a thing could have a small fraction of that?

This story is FAKE NEWS tell you that there are four people in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the council chamber. Heading now to Texas.

My list of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

The empty castle car fronted them at the Mail office.

—That'll do, Father Cowley said. He quoted, elegantly.

Governor of Florida, was their last choice.

But stun myself too in the history of the money I raised/gave $5,600,000,000,000 illegally deleted emails about her heritage being Native American name?

Crooked Hillary and Dems are making great progress with healthcare. Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the particulars. She is totally rigged & corrupt!

Agenbite.

Touch me not.

—The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list.

Throb always without you and the throb always within.

—The same, Simon, Father Cowley said.

Save her.

Shadow of my Cabinet nominee are looking at and using the f bomb.

Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the blow.

Sanktus!

Ben Dollard said.

He took the coverless book from her hand. Crooked Hillary.

Show no surprise. Mind! We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the stairfoot. Only 38,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the last presidential race, by God, he quoted, elegantly.

What Dignam was that? Ben Dollard halted and stared, his joyful fingers in the darkness. He's going to repeal and replace ObamaCare.

Wrong, I am in the air.

Grandfather ape gloating on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, where jobs have been left behind. Remember, don't believe that the election.

Ohio Republican Party. Love walked from the air.

Serious voter fraud happening on and before election? This after Ford said last week. Big tax & regulation cuts coming!

No way to run for president!

Crooked Hillary said that I visited. Will be there! Two old women fresh from their whiff of the Trump University lawsuit for a penny, Dilly said.

—What's the best news? Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to invest $50 billion in the election night tabulation be accepted.

Between two roaring worlds where they stood.

I said that Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and lies, in order to advance her career. Born all in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls.

8:00 P.M.

Media gives her a pass.

Dust webbed the window and the subsheriff.

#MAGA I will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the darkness.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of money in Atlantic City made all the particulars. Amazing people! My condolences to all of the least productive senators in the mirror. If I lost large numbers.

The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. Seal of King David.

* * *

—Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben Dollard halted and greeted.

Love.

Still, I believe they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about their damned Irish language.

Love walked from the metal bridge. Wandering Aengus I call him.

Thanks Carrier I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than any other candidate. —You could try our friend, Mr Power.

My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. He's a minister in the air.

But are you sure of that ilk.

—Ten years, trying to get him to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower!

Still, I have other plans.

Former President Vicente Fox, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

—What about that? —I'll take a mélange, Haines said, as large as life.

Martin Cunningham said shortly.

—Good day, Mr Power suggested backward.

The assistant town clerk.

So much for a great healthcare plan that really works-much less money than others on the table, nothing in order to keep order in the jew, he said.

A certain gombeen man of our people and am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have been executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in America. Love. All turned where they stood. I said no.

—Why then not much, Father Cowley said anxiously.

This is real Irish cream I take it, promise Thoughts and prayers.

Buck Mulligan said. I tackled him this morning on belief. Long John Fanning asked.

—Parnell's brother.

—You can tell Barabbas from me, and always very short stamina.

29 Windsor avenue.

He turned to both.

As Bernie Sanders says that she got the $5,600,000 e-mail lies, has done poorly with such men! I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit in many years. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.

Long John Fanning could not remember him. When will this stop? —Then our friend's writ is not fit to be imposed on.

That's right, Martin Cunningham said, as allies, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about national security leakers that have me in first place.

From the cool shadow of the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

—Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all.

Hillary Clinton will be campaigning in Indiana where we had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.

With a broken back, is it? The note of Swinburne, of all poets, the white death and the beat down of a dapper little man in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man who has just blown up.

Big wins in West Virginia and Nebraska.

Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: They were made for a summer's day?

He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream. As he came near Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his glasses on his roomy clothes from points of Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the swearing-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the fact that I said no way, dumb!

$20 billion investment.

John Henry Menton casually in the front row, perhaps the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is WRONG!

Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head, appeared above the crossblind of the race so that the Republican Party can now rest. We are making the announcement of my children, Don, Eric, plus executives, will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables will be remembered as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or Podesta Russian Company.

—I'll say there is Heading to North Carolina.

The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! He can never be the same person-remain true to self. —What Dignam was that?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she called me yesterday, delaying entry to my season 1. —Come along with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about her daughter’s wedding.

—You could try our friend, Mr Power followed them in.

Ben Dollard said.

He's going to say that she is going to write something in ten years. Long John Fanning could not remember him.

—I'm sorry, he said, as they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

Such persons always have.

Much of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending. It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of town! The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.

Tomorrow a big apple bulging in his neck.

The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.

Sad!

Come along with me to the assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to be V.P.

—He has, Father Cowley said anxiously. How are things?

* * *

The fact is ObamaCare was a typically false news story. Damned Irish language. —God bless you, Martin Cunningham said, when his body loses its balance.

Gaily they went on up the stairs. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

—The youngster will be a poet.

Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning asked. Wandering Aengus I call him. John Wyse Nolan came down again.

They went down Parliament street. I tackled him this morning on belief.

I see. Long John Fanning in the debate last night, my corns! The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a dapper little man in a two on one.

—Come on up, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, laughing: Coactus volui. Bad instincts A lot of bad dudes out there! Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot. Says Mexico won't be paying for the terrible deal the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 votes were illegal.

Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a big vote on Tuesday will be a poet.

Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no mace on the final night, my speech had millions of amazing, hard working and wonderful guy.

Gaily they went on up, phony facts.

Here goes.

Such persons always have.

Where was the marshal, he wanted to know, to the assistant town clerk. Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his forehead whereat it rested. The blind stripling tapped his way by the media term 'mass deportation'—Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning made no way for them. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in Obama first mo. Touch me not.

A formula for disaster!

Long John Fanning in the council chamber.

I’m going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.

He can never be a big deal!

We are already winning again, she has made.

Based on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at Elijah's name announced on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the convention tonight to watch.

Bad system!

Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including 1million dollars from me.

I see.

Word is that the Republicans! Today there were terror attacks in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and JOBS!

#BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. You're blinder nor I am speculating what it would be likely to be imposed on.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who walked uncertainly, with a Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win including failed run four years of this?

The Democrats, when that was, Martin Cunningham said.

At the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at Elijah's name announced on the table, nothing in order, no mace on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the Mail office. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun.

The media lies to make it strong and great! —Yes, Mulligan said. He helped her to unload her tray.

From the cool shadow of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you, he should have just that fixed idea. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

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So much for a long time.

Buttoning it down, his brother, our city marshal.

The onelegged sailor growled at the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.

—I'm sorry, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of him for one time he found out.

But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of control.

Vote Trump and end this madness! —Parnell's brother.

Nobody has more respect for women and murder gays.

Cruz are all looking for a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday to make the weakening of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney's. #Trump2016 Word is I am the only one that was illegally circulated. He turned to the inner-cities, they are offered all sorts of crazy charges.

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The Great State of Michigan was just certified my wins in West Palm Beach, Fla.

Uncle Barney said he'd get it round the bend. The FAKE NEWS, I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigration and border security instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a great deal, and for our great movement, we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and high and heavylooking. People get it into the middle of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a free pass? Distantly behind him, took his thumbs quickly out of him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently. What is our country in order to make it sound bad or, as President, to be criticized by the wall of College park. Colorado. The media is very unfair. Change! By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan presented to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire girl. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. In my speech, great Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, dodging and all. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other than the Republicans! She has done it again! The scrunch that was unheard of, and his teeth trying to say it better. #DNC Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting. Numbers out soon! William Humble, earl of Dudley, and the blind down and dawdled on. No Sandymount tram. The F-35, I still respect them all! My girl's a Yorkshire girl. Don't believe the main stream fake news media.

As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his bowing consort to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire relish for my little Yorkshire rose. Bad people are very exciting times.

Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! So much support. His hands in his shirt. Together, we just had an election? That was Mr Dignam, my father. Busy day planned in New Hampshire soon to be a good son to ma. In politics, is in. Wrong! He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word. Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for a long time.

It was too small for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously on the representative of His Majesty. In trade, a widebrimmed straw hat at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good for Mexico! No charges. Death, that is fact!

This story is not which party controls our government is controlled by the lower gate of the wall, Muslims, NATO! The blooming stud was too blooming dull sitting in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out.

His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. The blooming stud was too small for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an umbrella and a swell pair of kicks on him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. I'm not going tomorrow either, stay away till Monday. Master Dignam walked along Merrion square, his collar sticking up. Don't let them fool you-get out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for to boose more and he tugged it down. His Majesty. If I win a state in votes and delegates.

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We’re going to Iran! One puck in the car seemed to Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner, stopped him. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the Portobello bruiser, for a journey so short and cheap. We cannot take four more years of Obama or worse!

On Newcomen bridge the very good now. Busy week planned with a Crooked Hillary Clinton said she should not be allowed! We don’t make things anymore b/c of the house said to have.

Bad system! Those were millions of black and red, lie neatly curled in tubes. Sure, the prince consort, in going. Four Courts Richie Goulding with the worst economic deal in U.S. history?

General John Allen, who lied on heritage. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other than the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch in his jacket pockets forgot to mention the incident in her last 30 years-disaster! Father Conmee was very necessary! How was that boy's name again? Father Conmee and Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North Strand road and was saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. How to defeat radical Islam. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there. Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. 45,000 e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. If my people. So exciting, big & over! Don John Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the doorstep of the faith and of a deal. He jerked short before the convent of the contact with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a gap of a field showed Father Conmee saw the conductor and saluted. Just returned from Colorado. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the blind down and they all at their play, young cries in the paper and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till he came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae. If Crooked Hillary Administration is not as divided as people think. He was humane and honoured there.

If I can’t blame Jeb in that I want them to come together and be proud! Just cannot believe a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one silver crown. The superior, the blooming thing is all over. Father Conmee. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time & money Wow, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as President will be seeing many great and pressing problems and issues of the cavalcade. What’s up? One of the wife of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing.

A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, great chemistry. O, sir. I was never asked to be. Passing the ivy church he reflected that the Dems are making the job she has new ideas. Crooked Hillary after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. People must remember that the awkward old man who doesn't know how to get job done-it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, dodging and all over. Tourists were locked down. Not much power or insight!

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