#arnold schwarzenegger voice: I HAVE NEVER PRAYED TO YOU BEFORE I DO NOT HAVE THE TONGUE FOR IT

[caraidean]

Plotted Starter for @nonpareiltactician

"I never meant to."

Ced's voice was quiet as he knelt in front of the altar, his eyes sunken and bloodshot. The prince rested his forehead in one hand, his light breathing filling the room as he shuddered with the cold. He didn't even know why he was here, why he'd just stormed out of the inn that the Magi Squad had been laying low in for the last few days. 

Well, he did know. But it wasn't a truth that he wanted to accept. If anything he'd been hoping that the images caught in his mind now would be cast aside, his mother's pleading voice fading from his ears as it kept echoing inside his mind. He'd failed to find his father in time. He'd failed to return home to her when she was dying, despite swearing that he'd be better than him. He was failing to stop the empire, he was failing to save lives-

"I should have gone home." Ced's voice grew sharper, the hand that had been resting on his forehead suddenly lashing out and punching the stone of the altar. He felt his knuckles crack a little, the sudden lash of pain making him hiss as he tucked the wrist against his chest and squeezed his eyes shut. 

"What am I meant to do?" He asked as he opened them again, staring at the windows and the tapestries both in disbelief. He'd never been a religious man, never had the tongue for prayer or the kind of heart that believed in a Divine power. But he'd been sent spiraling into despair, his perceived failures and the haunting images of his mother's ghost starting to send him mad. He'd been brought here by desperation, and didn't know what to do next. 

Ced had never felt so helpless before. For someone with the kind of power at his fingertips he had, the feeling was alien and more deeply terrifying than he could have imagined. But he was snapped from his spiral by the sound of footsteps, standing abruptly and turning to look at the approaching...priest? He had never been good at identifying iconography or symbols such as that of the clergy. 

"Forgive me, father." He said automatically, trying to compose himself while keeping his hand cradled to his chest. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

[hija-del-trueno]

I know that forever could never be enough

I tried hard to finish this before Valentine’s Day ended but life happened and the perfectionist in me has reviewed and edited it again and again.

I was given the immense honor and privilege to gift @paddingtonfan69​ and I think all of us Stepril shippers know that paddingtonfan is one of our greatest contributors. We all holler at each other on Twitter and Tumblr when they’ve posted. Time and time again they have constantly raised the bar for us all, and doing it flawlessly. (Lol) Paddingtonfan really surprises us with every piece of fic they drop. The horny teen cinamatic universe would literally not exist without them. 

So aside from meeting my gift exchange responsibilities I wanted to create an homage of some sorts. I probably haven’t done it any near justice to the great work paddingtonfan puts out but I really hope you enjoy and also super happy to have participated in this gift exchange. 

I’ll stop stanning now. 😉

i. Ellen

The year is 2003. The Space Shuttle Columbia disintegrates upon re-entry over Texas (a tragedy). Arnold Schwarzenegger has been elected the Governor of California (since when do actors qualify as politicians?). Finding Nemo has come out (Dory is her, she is Dory). And Ellen Johnson, 16 yr old Willingham Junior, just got her first car. 

The car is....well it’s a car. A minivan to be exact. It’s a 1987 Toyota Townace LE and the only reason why she even has the privilege of riding such a trash heap is because her grandfather has just passed away and he left it for her in his will. And that’s really the only thing he left for her in his will. 

She’s not ungrateful, but the car is old and falling apart. 

“It’s as old as you, and you’re running just fine,” says grandma. If only grandma understood that cars don’t run on the same timeline as humans.

But Ellen understands, they are poor. Dirt, redneck, poor. She grew up in a mobile home park at the edge of Sylvan Hills and Oakland City. Her grandparents, Easton and Elise Johnson, raised her after her mother, who was quite frankly a crackhead, dropped her off right after she was born. She has no idea who her father is and the only reason she knows who her mother is, is because occasionally she’ll show up to ask for money for drugs. 

When Ellen was 5, her mother came by and practically wrecked the motor home. The woman had binged for a full week and came searching for more. Ellen cried and cried when the few toys she had were swung left and right, at least until her Grandma Elise had the sense to grab her and lock them up in the bathroom while Easton made the crazy woman go away.

As she held her and comforted her, Grandma Elise whispered, “The Lord made loved and cares for you very much, do you understand me baby girl. He has deposited His Grace on you and you must never be afraid. Always be brave, got that?”

Now that Grandpa Easton is gone, Ellen fears it’s only a matter of time before Grandma Elise is gone too. But she’s not scared, she’s always taken things in stride.  Growing up she was the star pupil of her elementary school, middle school, and Sunday school. Her heart was always in serving others and despite not having the monetary access to help financially she sought to help through her time and talents. 

At the age of 10 she was serving food in soup kitchens on the weekends. By the time she was finishing up middle school she was already the Bible School Coordinator for her church’s children ministry as well as a cherished volunteer in the community.

And word carried through because a week before finishing middle school her youth pastor called her. Apparently, a friend of his’s father was on the board of Willingham Academy and was offering a full scholarship to attend. Ellen got a tour of the place before school started and she was beyond awed at the opportunity the Lord had blessed her with. Without a doubt, Ellen said yes.

In her excitement and haste, there were a lot of things she overlooked. For one, Sylvan Hills to Buckhead was a train and bus ride shy of an hour and fifteen minutes. 

There were other things too. Like how the kids there were all rich and snooty. But Ellen paid it very little mind, she focused more, prayed more, read her Bible more, and grew as God meant it to be. 

So having a car truly was a blessing. Even if the car in question was a jallopey. She drove it in carefully to the Willingham parking lot, meaning to not catch any of the student body’s attention. Sneakily she got out of the minivan, her head down, gripping her backpack straps tightly to make haste. 

“Johnson! What the helllll is that thing?” Unfortunately no haste could save her from her regularly scheduled tormentor Jake.

“Just my new whip, Jake,” she explained defeatedly, moving her feet quicker to get past him. Eventually he and his goons stood in front of her, blocking her path.

“Is that what they sell at redneck dealerships or is that all you could afford?” His others friend sniggered behind him. 

Honestly one would think Jake’s comebacks were good considering they were standing in a private academic institution, but they were extremely subpar. Ellen didn’t respond, instead she looked ahead rolling her eyes. 

Catching a whiff of her rebelliousness, he stepped closer to her to whisper venom in her ears. “Uh uh Ellen. Learn your place. You don’t belong here remember and you never will.”

It was really beyond Ellen how high school was so much like the movies she’d watch. There was the high school caste system and in Willingham she knew she might have never reached the top. Jake was mad because she was popular and she wasn’t popular by their means of popularity. She certainly didn’t have money or cars or mansions. She was popular because she was extremely kind and was always helping out. Ellen exuded confidence (in the Lord) and people just gravitated around her for advice and nurture.

She easily paid Jake and his bullying no mind. Besides on a daily basis she had bigger fish to fry, like making sure her and her grandma had food on the table and shelter over her head.

Jake stepped back and announced rather loudly, “And don’t park your trash heap close to our cars! We wouldn’t want our tricked out vehicles to get scratched with your deplorable junk.”

“Oh now Jake, don’t be mean,” a voice interrupted behind him. Ellen felt the heavens opened up a bit more to shine upon the angelic voice that had chimed in.

One of the other reasons Ellen was so popular. June Lee. The most popular girl in school, June was a true, modern Southern Belle. Her family was excruciatingly, filthy rich. 

“Well, I am a descendant of Robert E Lee himself,” she’d joke in her thick drawl. Ellen wouldn’t be surprised if she was. 

June was also extremely beautiful. She had spent her life in the beauty pageant circuit and had only lost twice. Both times later proven to have been bought by her most envious opponents. June was taller than most girls, blonde hair cascading well past her shoulders, light green eyes, and fairly leans and strong (she was in fencing). The blonde bombshell, the Willingham student body would whisper.

Most importantly though, June was Ellen’s best friend. And honestly, Ellen praised God everyday for their friendship. She couldn’t have survived Willingham without her. When she first came to school and everyone had made fun of her for her unapproved uniform (an overly large blazer from Goodwill, and a black sweater vest from her grandpa’s closet), it was June who’d give Ellen her old (but really practically brand new) set of uniforms. Everything Ellen needed to know of how the upper echelon lived, June taught her.

Sure, June had other girls fawn around her. June’s Disciples they’d call them, but if Ellen was a disciple she’d be John, the Beloved Disciple. It was no surprise to anyone that June would come to Ellen’s defense.

“Of course, Queen Virgin shows up,” Jake mutters. A silly nickname, considering that everyone here in a Christian academy is probably a virgin. At least, Ellen thinks.

“Now come Ellen, there is much to discuss and little time.” It’s like the seas part, the group of boys move and a hand pulls at her wrist willing her to continue on her original destination. “I like your car,” June smiles at her once they’re walking side by side, “it has...character.”

They make it to the fellowship room into the small office located inside. It’s technically Ethan’s office but he’s also the Baseball Coach and he just never uses this space so he loans it to the Fellowship leader. And well, June happens to also be Fellowship leader. 

Inside, there’s already a Bible and a Fig Newton waiting for Ellen. Normally, Monday’s are for planning out the scriptures for the week ahead. They sit side by side and flip through the pages of God’s word and jot down notes. At least June is doing that, Ellen...well lately Ellen has been distracted. 

The butterflies in her stomach haven’t quelled. They never have. They’ve been fluttering inside her since she met June. But now things were coming undone. Now, everything about June seemed more poignant, more beautiful. The girl could trip and Ellen would still think she was an angel. But it was so much more than attraction. June really cared for her, listened to her, and was loyal to her. So in return Ellen was there for her as well. It’s the least she can offer in the relationship. 

June blushes. “Now I know you’re not staring at the Word of God like that. What’s got you all worked up?”

“You,” Ellen says and then gasps. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “I mean, sorry.”

The taller girl smirks. “I think we talked about this before.” Many times this year after Ellen came clean to her.

“Yes of course. It’s just really hard sometimes.” Ellen wanted badly for this “crush” to fade away, but it was persistent and if she didn’t know any better she’d say it was growing.

June finally turns to look at her. There’s understanding in her eyes, and something akin to longing, a tinge of it. “We mustn’t fall into the temptation of -“

“-disorderly passions. I know. I understand,” Ellen says solemnly. She looks down to her Bible. 1 Peter 2:11-12.

“Even if we did, Ellen, I’d only disappoint you.” June fiddles with her pen. This here, is perhaps the most hurtful part. The fact that Ellen knows that June reciprocates. It makes her heart beat faster and every glance carries more meaning. 

June blames it on hormones and their age.  And Ellen, well she wants to argue that she knows when love is love but it’s an argument she’s not ready to make.  It’s too soon to say and she’s too naive to know if it really is. 

June settles a hand against her cheek.

“But if it makes you feel any better, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous and you got a heart of gold.” Her voice is much too soft and Ellen can’t resist. 

They lean closer, their eyes close together. Ellen waits for her lips to connect with hers but all she hears is the chair screech back. “I gotta tee tee something fierce,” is all she says. She doesn’t even spare her a glance and it hurts Ellen more than she thought it would have. 

When she’s at the door though, June turns around. “Ellen, our friendship is far greater. We must safeguard it.” She’s right. 

And Ellen gnaws at these feelings and ideas throughout the week, throwing herself into her work and academics. 

“I will disappoint you, beloved. We will disappoint each other and hurt each other. It’s innate to us, to fall into sin and wear our heart on our sleeves. But His Word says that above all things to guard your heart. I will disappoint you but there’s someone who never disappoints, and his name is Jesus. Let’s think about this and pray, Beloved.”

Ellen continues to be distraught by these words from Fellowship that Friday afternoon when someone hits her car. For a second, she thinks it’s her fault and she groans. The car had spun multiple times and smoke is coming from the smashed hood. She does what any sensible person does, turns off the ignition and steps out. Ellen is okay, thank the Lord but as she stares at her precious car, tears prickle her eyes. 

“Oh shit,” a young, burly black man approaches her. He has a cut along his left temple and only then does Ellen realize that his car got wrecked too. “Are you okay?”

She simply nods, too distracted by seeing her precious Townace destroyed. The tears start flowing.

“Fuck,” the young man mutters. “Listen, don’t cry, alright. I was just visiting some family I got over here. I can’t have you crying when the cops come. You’re a female white teen and it’s just bad rep for me. I’m a cop myself, see. A rookie but a cop nonetheless.” He flashed her his badge. 

She wipes away at her tears. Getting this black man in trouble is the least of her intentions.

“It’s my fault. I was uhhh trynna get my....iPod to work,” jamming his thumb onto the harmless device, “....darn touch wheel.”

He pulls it out and Ellen can’t help but be distracted. She’s always had a penchant for seeing brand new technology. “Wow you have an iPod!”

He looks up, relieved that Ellen has paused her crying. “Yeah, listen. What’s your name?”

“Ellen”

“Ellen. Okay. I’m Bowser. Listen, I can pay for your.....what is it?”

“1987 Toyota Townace,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Right...Anyways I can pay for that and have it fixed up for you but I have a feeling that thing was already on its last leg so why don’t I just take it off your hands, have my insurance pay you out and you get yourself a normal poor student car, like a Corolla or something of the sort.”

Bowser’s proposal is anyone else’s blessing. She’s heard horror stories of people who hit and run or hit and have no insurance. But still, she turns to look at the car. June thought it had character and she was right. It did. Never one to be flashy, Ellen really only cared about getting to places. The car was still a gift from Grandpa Easton and in many ways, it represented her. Janky but with character. 

She looked up to the sky. What would Jesus do? Was the Townace really a want or a need? As the sun finishes setting, and twilight enters Ellen realizes much like many of her other desires, that those aren’t really wants, and she must do what she has to do.

“I accept your offer, Mr. Bowser.”

ii. Blair

She hates Sterling for what she did, but she misses her like a little kid....

Sterling is gone. She left Atlanta in a hurry, far before school started. She’d told her parents it’s because she wanted a head start on getting to know people, getting acclimated and such. Which is really straight bullshit because Blair knows that the real reason Sterling ran away to the Bay early is because she managed to piss off everyone who loves her.

It was the surprise of the century. Sterling had everyone fooled. Their parents, Bowser...April. You see the original plan pleased everyone. Sterling got into Duke, Blair got into Chapel Hill, and April was farther away at Penn but not excruciatingly far which allowed for them to schedule out weekends together. “Todo mundo happy, everyone contento.” At least that’s the stupid happy-go lucky phrase their Spanish teacher taught them. 

But it wasn’t a week before graduation that Sterling called everyone together and let the news slip. She never actually accepted Duke. Instead Sterling had applied to UC Berkeley, got in and had accepted. The living room was silent for a good solid minute. And then all hell broke loose. April simply stood up and left. Her parents shook their heads disappointedly (disappointed that Sterling had lied. They would always be supportive of whatever academic endeavors they chose to follow). And Blair, well she was just silent.

It wasn’t till the last day before school that she overheard the massive argument Sterling and April had. 

“You’re -fucking- selfish!” April half-yelled, half-gritted. 

“I’m selfish! You’re the one who had us in the closet all this time. I’ve always followed my heart and living in the West Coast is going to finally allow me be free from all the repression that his backwater community and you brought upon me.”

Blair pops in her headphones knowing shit is about to hit the fan but later when Sterling is crying under the covers, Blair stops having pity.

“She’s right you know?”

Sterling pokes her head out, her eyes bloodshot and weary. “You too?”

“It is selfish, Sterl. I always thought it was going to be me and you. But now you’ve made your choice.” Blair hates her words but they just seem like the right ones.

“You don’t understand,” her sister gasps softly tears streaming down her cheeks, “You and April won’t ever understand. I have to do this for me.”

Blair can’t help but agree. “Yeah I guess we don’t.”

Graduation comes and goes, and everything just feels to bittersweet. Sterling leaves three days after. She hugs her before entering the terminal and stares sadly when she doesn’t hug her back. In all honestly, Blair is still shocked. Still betrayed. 

And now a shy three weeks later she sits in Yogurtopia still feeling the same but now worse because Sterling is not here and despite everything. Her soulmate is gone. Her better half. Her sister. She sighs and her shoulders slump as she cleans the fudge pump, hoping that once again Sterling’s annoyed smack could be heard. 

Instead the door chimes ring bringing in a new customer. And lo and behold, her partner in sorrow walks in. In any other world, Blair would revel in seeing April grovel in pain at the hands of Sterling but seeing as in they were both in the same boat she actually felt bad. 

April looked worse than when her dad went to prison again in the beginning of Senior year. Her hair was all frizzy and it showed that clearly this summer’s heat was going to be the last thing she would care about. Deep dark circles appeared below her glossy eyes signifying that sleep escaped her. And Blair got a whiff of her. She for sure had no showered. 

“Hi Blair.”

“April...how can-“

Interrupting desperately. “Have you spoken to your sister?” 

Blair shakes her head. “No. She’s being a bitch so I won’t be reaching out to her.”

“That she is.” They stare at each other uncomfortably because now that the one person who brought them together is not here there really isn’t much else to say to each other. Tragic, really.

Blair decides to break the tension extending a froyo cup the other girl’s way. “Here have some heartbreak froyo on me.”

Like a scared critter grabbing some food from a stranger’s hand, April approaches Blair softly. But when her hand grabs the container tears pool around her tired eyes. “I miss her so much Blair.”

Blair’s not going to cry. Not for Sterling, and while it’s true that she also misses her she won’t lose her dignity over it. She simply nods listening to the other desperate being standing across from her. 

“Blair, Sterling is it for me,” April whimpers. 

“I know.” It’s all she can really offer. 

April zombie walks away to fill her froyo cup and sits in a corner when Bowser walks in. Blair herself had gone back to cleaning the fudge pump. She could feel his gaze on both of them. Blair swore if he asked them about Sterling too she would walk out. 

“Ladies,” he says loudly, startling her. She looks up at him questioningly. Across the room, April looks up too. “Come into my office.”

“Me?” April points to herself. 

“I don’t see any other lady I could be referring to right?”

Bowser let’s them settle into his office couch when suddenly rips at ‘em.

“Let me give you two a life lesson. When someone parts from your life, you don’t sulk. You gotta pick yourself back up again and stand straight even if your heart is torn to pieces. You wanna know why? Because you’re here beating yourself over someone who made a choice and is off living without remorse. So S-T-O-P Sulking!”

April drops her head ashamedly. What a chump, Blair thinks but also how dare Bowser categorize them together. At least she showers.

“Bowser I’m not sulking-“

“You’re fucking sulking Blair. You sulk differently from this one but you’re sulking.” 

Blair crosses her arms and sits back letting herself drown into the couch. She supposed that perhaps she is sulking. At home she rarely says anything. Sometimes her mind takes her into this deep wormhole where she tries to explain why Sterling has made the choice she made and it only brings Blair suffering. Maybe, she thinks, it’s Sterling’s way of sticking it back to her parents because they lied for so long? Maybe Sterling’s gone because she knows Blair is not really her twin or her sister for that matter, and she doesn’t care. Blair’s goosebumps activate when she remembers the latter.

“Sterling made her choice. So now the ball is in your court: you either accept or her choice or deny it and let go. Now, the choice doesn’t have to be made at this minute. Let it simmer a bit but stay occupied. That’s why this summer I’ve decided to hire you both as my bounty hunters for a summer edition of teenage bounty hunting.” His hands open up with the proposal.

Blair turns to meet April’s widened eyes. Ugh, will she even last under her state? Her disdain seems to carry through to her face because Bowser continues.

“I know I lost my best gunslinger but Blair you know we don’t use guns to catch skips. In fact, I think Stevens’ dramatic flair and intelligence can help us capture the skips without causing much ruckus. Think of it as 007 and not Terminator.”

He has a point. Blair nods in agreeable. “Okay.”

“Okay!” A sense of accomplishment literally puffs Bowser’s chest and Blair wants to roll her eyes but instead turns to the other girl who hasn’t responded.

I mean, it’s not like she has a choice at this point and Blair knows she has nothing to do at home.

“Alright, great.” Bowser smiles also not caring for April’s consent either. “Blair, I’m letting you go early but take Stinky over here to wash up and start teaching her everything you know.”

Blair catches the other girl sniffing herself and cringing. Maybe Bowser’s pep talk and plan does pull em through for the summer. 

Having realized that her shift truly is over she pulls out of her Yogurtopia apron and hat, motions Stevens out the back door and out into the backlot. 

Blair stops suddenly though, making April crash into her when the door slams behind them. In front of her, stands a beat up, broken down mini-van? Is it a mini-van? It’s weirdly shaped like a box but she supposes that maybe at its original time the concept of shape fluidity didn’t exist. 

While the dismantled vehicle presents numerous questions in her head it also brings about an influx of ideas, imagination, and creativity. Sometimes Blair astounds herself. 

She turns around.

“Blair what-“ she pushes April to the side and starts slamming her hand down roughly on the one-sided locked back door.

“Bowser! Bowser! Open up, I have a question.” Suddenly the door opens revealing a disgruntled Bowser.

“Why can’t you go around?”

She shakes her head and points at the car. “What is that? And has it been there this whole time?”

“It’s a 1987 Toyota Townace and yes it’s been there this whole time.” His hands settle on his hips.

“A Toyota,” her nose crinkles. If she had to buy a Japanese brand she’d take a Nissan over a Toyota but none the matter.

“Can I have it?” 

Bowser’s eyes widen. “Umm, you gotta pay me?”

“Pay you?! What the fuck? No you just have it sitting there like trash. Come onnnnn. Please Bowser.”

He crosses his arms attempting to intimidate her but she crosses her own knowing damn well she’s going to win this showdown. 

“Fine.”

“Yes! Come on Stevens, let’s go. I have another project for us.”

Operation: Oregon Trail is simple. 

Step 1: Build one of those Tik-Tok inspired #vanlife vans from the Toyota during the summer 

Step 2: Go to school

Step 3: Come back to Atlanta and drive to UC Berkeley during Winter Break

Step 4: Beg for forgiveness

Step 5: Drive back home for the holidays with Sterling in tow

By Week 3, her and April were busy working on the van in the day and bounty hunting at night. 

“Can you pass me the caulk?” April mutters by the corner she’s working on. 

Blair smirks, “This cock?” She stands, the caulk gun positioned at her crotch swinging it in her hands in April’s direction.

Catching the joke much too late, April deadpans and rolls her eyes. “Give me that!”

Blair chuckles but never accounts for what she sees next.

“Besides,” April grips the edge of the rod and places it near her crotch while her other hand rubs up and down the tube of caulk, the liquid oozing out from the tip, “my cock is way bigger than yours.”

It’s only until they’re both literally rolling on the floor of the van laughing that Blair knows, this summer is definitely going to be a contender for her Top 5 Best Summers Ever list.

iii. April

Her fingers have frostbite as she pumps gas on the Ace. By the end of the summer, both Blair and her’s ass kicking in bounty hunting had paid off and they used the money to invest in the best for the Ace. The van was now equipped with new 4x4 locking hubs, a new oxygen sensor, a new alternator, new brake pads, new tires, a new battery, and a brand new Queen bed. 

The feeling of accomplishment dwindles though when she goes to school. Penn wasn’t her first or her second choice. But it was an Ivy League and one far enough away that she can start being herself without anyone judging her. April has been waiting her whole life to come out of the closet and she does, at least to her mother and she pens a letter to her father in federal prison. That’s not really the problem though.

The problem is that the minute she steps on campus she realizes she’s no longer the main character in her movie. There’s 40,000+ students and everyone moves in and out of classes, student organizations, and greek houses. It’s overwhelming to say the least. She signs up to be in the LGBTQ+ student org, but even attending the first meeting she has trouble settling in. Everyone is so….out, that at the end of the meeting she feels like her parents at the country club: bitchy and judge-y. 

Don’t get her wrong, April does manage to make friends at school. There’s Erin and Jen who are in her Feminist Literature class, and Alwyn, a cute gay freshman who she discovered sitting in the back at the next LGBTQ+ meeting like a deer in headlights. But none of them fill the emptiness she feels. The truth is that she knows that most of the feelings she’s feeling can only be quelled by Sterling Wesley.

April is nervous, and understandingly so, that when she finally makes it to Berkeley, Sterling will have already moved on. “I mean yeah she’s probably dating,” Blair says over the phone one night during their weekly check-ins. Blair has been a breath of fresh air during her stay here. They meet twice during their first semester. The first she travels down to North Carolina for a weekend and Blair gives her the “slutty tour” of Chapel Hill. It’s fun because they both get shitfaced but April regrets it when she has to stop three times on the side of the road to throw up as she drives back. 

The second time, Blair meets up with her at Penn for Thanksgiving. They actually have a nice formal dinner and Blair brings a paper map to plot out their route for December. 

“I finally called her,” Blair confesses.

“You did?”

“Yeah. She’s doing okay. She said she was actually really glad to have heard from me. I told her not to buy a ticket home.”

April really wants to ask her if Sterling mentioned her but she decides against it. It would damper Blair’s emotions at the moment and April was at a place where she really valued Blair as a person.

By the time December comes around she’s actually excited to go back home. She just hoped that home wasn’t as cold as Penn. It was.

“Fuckin global warming,” she mutters. Curse words seemed more common now in her language since moving out but also, let’s be honest, it’s all Blair.

“April! Is that you?” She jumps at the shrill voice behind her. 

Turning around she fines herself face to face with none other than…… “Ellen!” 

The woman throws herself and envelops April in a big hug. The old April never used to be one for physical touch but again after the Wesleys, all that had changed.

“Oh my goodness. You are now a college woman. Look at you. How’s Penn State?”

Part of her wants to unleash everything she’s been feeling these past few months but then again its Ellen. She foregoes it because she knows even Ellen won’t have the right answers. “It’s good. Everything is good, I have friends. I’m doing very well in my classes.”

“I bet, you always were a star -“ Ellen looks behind her at the Ace, “pupil.” The lithe woman takes a step back looking at the van in its totality. “Is this a 1987 Toyota Townace?” The wonder in her voice does not escape April.

“It is. Me and Blair actually flipped it before we left to school.” 

Ellen’s eyes gloss over. She’s no longer there, April thinks, she’s transported herself to another place, perhaps another time. It happens to Ellen all the time, and April always wonders where in fact it is that she goes to. “Ellen?”

The blonde woman snaps out of it. “Oh sorry, I got lost there a bit. You know, I used to have a car just like this when I was a student at Willingham.”

“Oh wow, really?”

“Yes and she was a beaut! Of course, the other students didn’t think so but I thought she had character.”

April nods in understanding. “Well me and Blair are loading her up to drive to Berkeley and pick Sterling up.”

“Oh,” Ellen gushes, “that’s absolutely wonderful. I am so glad that you and Sterling were able to come together and work your differences aside, because I know what you two have is special.”

Now it’s April’s turn to transport herself. To a time when Sterling was just some girl she was trying to beat in her overachiever conquest, and then to a time when the Georgia sun settled on her blonde hair and her moist lips descended over hers during golden hour. “You were right this whole time. Ellen, I love Sterling Wesley, and I’m not sure if you agree or not but I just wanted to say thank you for pushing us in the right direction.” April does not regret her words but she is shocked at her own boldness of coming out to her high school mentor. Call it a spur of the moment.

Ellen’s eyes soften at her confession. “April, thank you for trusting me. I think I always knew but its great to here. I can’t really say that I judge y’all. I love you two far too much to do that. But…I can say that I know exactly how you feel. I actually used to have a -friendship- like yours and Sterling’s.” Ellen grabs her hands. “Oh, oh, her name was June whether you believe it or not.” They both chuckle at the coincidence. “Oh she was so great and so kind. An angel, my angel. But those were different times and we just…couldn’t.”

April knows being in the closet was hard but Sterling always reminded her that there were more people out in this country than ever before and it was true. She met so many other lesbians at school who lived amongst more supportive communities. She can’t imagine what life would be like without all these supports she now held for granted. 

“I’m so sorry, Ellen.” But it wasn’t too late, right? “Where is June now?”

Ellen dropped her hands. “Oh she…she’s gone with Our Lord. Right after college, she was diagnosed with cancer. I stayed with her the whole time through though.” A single tear rolled down her pristine cheek until she brushed it away with the back of her hand. April hugged her once again. “Oh don’t you fuss about me. I have a greater love that sustains me, the Lord’s love. And I love all of y’all and being of service. It’s my life’s passion from here till Jesus himself comes for me.”

June and Ellen sit with April throughout the trek. Not everyone gets their happy ever after. What if she and Sterling don’t get hers? Or worse, what if Sterling really has settled and moved on? How is she supposed to move on? April almost quits halfway through the trip when they camp out in Yellowstone (a side adventure they’d planned out). The stars were bright and twinkling above them, when her insecurities bubble through. 

“Blair, why did I come on this trip?”

They usually both stick to their edge of the bed. Something about *not being near the object of my sister’s desire because ew gross.*

“Because you’re so head over ass for my sister and you’re going to conquer her back.” Blair hasn’t turned around which is very typical of Blair considering she’s probably tired of hearing her gripe over they same bullshit all this time.

“I just...I don’t know. What if I go and she’s with someone?”

This time she does turn around to face her. “Okay first of all, I think she would have told me if she is like really seeing someone. And second of all,” Blair sits up a bit more and grasps one of her shoulders, “April love is for the brave. And if there’s something I’ve learned about you since I’ve known you is that you are not weak. You have massive big clit energy and when you really, really want something you make anyone your bitch until you get it. Love isn’t something that weak people do. Being in love takes a hell of a lot of hope.”

She let’s go of her shoulder and leans back into her pillow. “So shut up already and just waltz in their to get your woman.”

The rest of the trip is light and fun. There’s so much nature to explore across the country. It’s even more fun when along the way some flirty cops stop them and Blair fakes being her girlfriend to get them off their tail. She even throws in a signature lewd hand gesture right when they pull back into the highway. 

Berkeley is just 20 minutes away and the nerves jump back at an all-time high. 

“Do I look good?” she asks, checking herself out on the rear view mirror.

“No you look like shit.” Blair’s legs are up on the dashboard and she already told her like 50 times on this trip that that is dangerous but she doesn’t seem to care.

“Haha, I’m kidding. You look hot. Like lesbian hot, I guess. Not that you would be my type or anything. Just saying.”

April rolls her eyes and continues driving. It’s 9pm and she had freshened up her makeup and hair at the last stop knowing this would be their last push to the end. They’ve both been silent. It’s likely the Blair is just as nervous as her in seeing Sterling again and praying that shit doesn’t blow over again like it did last time. So many emotions, so little time to process them all. Compartmentalizations no longer working.

“April,” she can’t turn her head completely to look at Blair because her eyes are glued to the road but she motions her head that she’s listening. “I just want to tell you that no matter what happens right now. Me and you are friends. I think, like, almost best friends. I hope we can stay that way.”

She can’t help but turn to look at Blair because this is the first time she’s ever directed such honest need for her in April’s whole life.

April grips the steering wheel tightly. “Of course. This is surprising to me as much as it is to you but honestly, you saved me this year. This has been the best summer and adventure I have ever had.”

They both share watery smiles. “Okay, okay. Let’s pleaseee stop with the sappiness. Play some Eilish and Bridgers and let’s go get our girl!”

When April puts the van in park outside Sterling’s off-campus apartment she wishes the ground would open up and swallow her. But the minute April hears her infectious laugh and catches a glimpse of her from the side mirror, she gets her bearings. “Stevens always win,” she whispers to herself.

“I missed you, my other half,” Blair says.

Sterling’s crying. April can’t see her but she knows by the way her little hiccups come through when she murmurs, “I miss you too Blair-bear.”

When she walks over to them, Sterling’s back is to her and she makes sure to not interrupt their sisterly moment. Blair being Blair though has other plans. “Sterl, I also brought you a surprise.”

“A surprise?” Sterling says still not having seen her. It’s almost as if time itself has stopped and April notices all the tiny new things that make her fall harder for the girl in front of her. Her hair is longer and even in loungewear, April knows she’s been working out, if only because her ass looks tighter and firmer. 

April clears her throat and Sterling immediately turns. 

iv. Sterling

“April?” April is here. Blair she knows would come around, but April! The last time they were in front of each other they had been at each other’s throats, hurtful words had been shared, and tears had been shed. The only reason why they even took graduation pictures together was because Debbie harshly whispered into her ear that she would regret it the rest of her life, so she complied, even though they both look pissed in the pictures. 

So Sterling is perhaps a little shocked that she is here. And yet the butterflies in her stomach suddenly take flight and the crisp Bay Area air gets thinner making it harder and harder to breathe. 

“Hi,” April says breathily too. They keep staring at each other until Blair coughs. 

“We’re pooped Sterl. It’s been a long ass drive. Are you gonna take us up to your bachelorette pad?” She breaks off the staring contest she has with April and looks to her sister. 

“I um. I only have one bed but uh, you can have the sofa if you want April. Except its like a really tiny sofa, but I mean you’re tiny. But like not like that. I didn’t mean it-“

Blair butts in again, “Sterling, hey. I think we get it.”

Rose creeps up through her neck and cheeks, giving her a beautiful complexion despite the obvious California tan. “Oh ha ha, yeah. Ummm so I mean do you wanna come up...”

“I’m actually pretty tired and this van has a bed. I can sleep here.”

Her reactions are delayed by about 10 sec but she nods in agreement and turns to her sister stiffly. “Alright well let’s go Blair.”

It’s only until they are by the stairs that Blair snickers, “Welp that was awkward.”

Sterling holds her tongue till they’re both behind her door. Turning suddenly to Blair, “What is April doing here?”

“You mean, April, my best friend.”

“Yes,” she seethes. “I know she’s your best friend, she’s practically in all your Instagram stories.”

Blair ponders for a second, “Hmmm I didn’t know you were so invested in my Instagram feed.”

Now that’s just silly of Blair to think. “Of course, you’re my sister.”

“Oh really, because it didn’t seem that way when you left.”

Sterling looks at her forlornly. She knows Blair didn’t come all this way to fight with her but Sterling thought she could get away with not hearing about this. “Blair, come on. You know why I did it?”

Blair crosses her arms, looking around her apartment. Thankfully her other two roommates had already left home for the holidays. “To live in a small, shitty California apartment all for the sake of your sexual liberation.”

“Yes.”

“I just wish you would have trusted me with that. I wish you would have trusted our parents and April. All of us.” Blair grabs her by her shoulders. “Did you forget we are your biggest fans? Sure we would have griped and groaned but, me…..Me, Sterling, I wouldn’t have cared, I would have supported you 100 percent.”

Sterling saw and felt the pain her sister held. “I think I know that now but at the time I was scared. I was scared that the minute one of you tried to stop me I’d cave in and not follow my heart. And so I removed myself the opportunity. Because I love you and if you would have told me to stay, I would have but then I wouldn’t be happy thinking about the what-if and blaming you for it.” 

They’re both crying now, knowing that the pain they had caused themselves was unnecessary. No one was to blame, but fear itself was. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you,” Blair whispered into her shoulder.

Sterling kisses her cheeks. “And I’m sorry I ran away. I promise this is the last time I keep something from you and I promise to be honest from now on. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The clock in her room strikes 2am but sleep is nowhere near her. Having Blair here in her room brings a comfort unlike any she’s felt since she got here. Berkeley, the Bay, and California in general have been so good to her. The people and the ambiance is everything Sterling imagined it to be and more. The only thing its missing is her family, her people. Sometimes she’ll sit and crack a joke knowing Blair can keep the gag going but it falls short to roommates. Sometimes she’s running low on energy and wants to quit schoolwork all together and imagines April scolding her but kissing her ear motivating her to finish so she’ll get the reward at the end. Sometimes she wishes Debbie and Anderson were nearby so they can tuck her in goodnight. It’s hard to want everything and not being able to have it all. She makes amends with what she has and currently having Blair here is everything.

“Dude so then April is yapping it up with the skip, giving a really good New York accent might I add. The girl deserves an Oscar, when Blam! I hit em from the back and down he goes. Poor guy never saw it coming. And that was a solid 2k we used to buy the tires and the alternator for the Ace.” What is surprising though is hearing April’s name fall out of Blair’s mouth so nonchalantly.

“So April is like your new best friend?” She asks timidly.

“I suppose yeah. Stevens is cool. She’s like super resourceful and like really good at mechanics AND she also comes up with all these nasty jokes. I would have never thought she was that cool,” Blair gushes.

Sterling tries to answer but silence follows and Blair speaks up again, “Are you like jealous? Because you shouldn’t. I don’t roll that way.”

“No,” Sterling confirms, “I know you don’t. It’s just surprising is all. Usually I was the one who would tell you every new thing I learned about her and now it’s like she’s some stranger you’re sharing to me about.”

Blair flops on to her belly and grabs the pillow to prop it under her chin. “Look can I just say something, Sterl. April came here all this way to apologize and try to make it right because she truly, deeply loves you. You might think I am biased as her new best friend, and you’re right. I totally am. But look, I know, she said some pretty shitty stuff last time but its Stevens we know she has like 50 mental defense mechanisms that are toxic but she’s grown a lot and she’s really trying. You two are totally different but I think that’s why you work so perfectly. Sterling, you can love anyone you want at the end of the day and as long as they don’t hurt you, I’ll support you but April is really good for you. So just think about it okay. Let her do the work and try to convince you.” Blair waits for her response.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Blair smiles mischievously. “Great. Now I can finally go to sleep.”

“Uhuh, are you sure you didn’t want to throw in some pervy joke?” 

Blair snickers and wiggles her eyebrows, “Nah I’ll let April tell you all the ones she knows.”

The next morning, Sterling wakes up at 9:00am. It’s so late that it’s likely that Blair and April are probably already up. She reaches the tap the bed beside her and finds it empty, confirming her suspicions. 

“Blair?” She says into the living room. There’s a small circular dining table on the corner with a bright neon pink sticky note that wasn’t there the night before.

Sterl

I was serious about last night. Give April a chance.

She doesn’t know I had booked a flight back to Atlanta. 

Drive back with her. I’ll see y’all soon.

Xoxo gossip girl LOL ;)

Suddenly there’s knocking at her door. “Sterling, its me April,” there’s an urgency in her voice and its probably because she’s panicking too. When she opens up the door she finds a frantic April, “I swear I didn’t know she was going to do that. I can’t believe Blair fucking did that. Ugh I should have seen it coming.”

“It’s okay, really, come in.” She moves aside to let April in and Sterling gulps loudly which she regrets immediately right after. She is really super close to embarrassing herself in front of April.

The bane of her existence/object of her affection moves around capturing everything at once. She can tell when she’s making observations, profiling her and storing it away in her mental back pocket. Its annoying, but also extremely sexy. Eventually April’s gaze turns to her, and the scrutiny continues but its much softer. Like her gaze is capturing a mental picture of her.

April is still as adorable and beautiful as she last left her. She wears leggings that show absolutely every hard muscle and a cropped hoodie that shows her hard rock abs. “I saw Starbucks down the street so I brought you a Flat White.” And that right there is the kicker. If she wasn’t wet before just looking at the small woman before her, now she definitely is because the past six months she’s been forced to drink only cold brews with cold foam. Or drip espresso. Ugh.

“Thanks. I should go get dressed and finish packing, so we can go,” she murmurs. She hates that the air is heavy with their awkwardness. She turns to go into her room when suddenly April grips her arm.

“Sterling wait,” April’s hand loosens up instinctively, she would never hurt her, “I think I know why Blair left. She’s giving me a chance. A chance to have the space to apologize and be honest with you.” She sets both Starbucks cups down and pulls out a piece of paper with her perfect handwriting, with red edit notes and scribbles that Sterling can absolutely giggle about. “I wrote this note saying how I felt but its much to drab for my taste. Not when I can try to tell you with my mouth and with my words.”

April stands straight and takes a step toward her. “Sterling Wesley, I am here, having travelled and waited for so long because I would like to apologize to you about the things I said when we last spoke. I was hurt at the moment. I felt betrayed and used, but you were right to feel closeted by my inaction in having us move out of that closet. I’m sorry I wasn’t more supportive of your decision at the time. It’s one of my greatest regrets. Bowser and Blair both tried to nudge me to move on but it was so hard. My heart just kept coming back to you.”

She pauses her look narrowed more determined. “I love you. I know that now and yet I’ve always known the minute you kissed me at Ellen’s office that day. I haven’t been as brave as I could be but I’m here now. I love you and I want us to work and im here to beg you to forgive me because I’ve been living like a lost woman all summer and fall without you.” 

There’s no question asked but it lingers heavy in the air. It’s by far the most beautiful, unorganized thought that has come from April Stevens mouth. She licks her lips to relieve the onslaught of cottonmouth she suddenly feels. She follows her sister’s advise. “Convince me.”

Oh how the tables have turned. When the shorter girl looks at her dumbfounded, Sterling takes a step further standing in her personal space. “Convince me we can do this.”

April stares at her bare shoulder since she’s wearing tank top. Her longer hair is half up and half down, tickling her back but not as intense the goosebumps that settle on her skin by being able to hear April’s shaky breath. 

“Okay. You were upset that I was still closeted but right before I left to Penn I came out to both my mom and my dad.”

Oh my god, April came out to her parents. If she could have thrown herself at her she would have, but Sterling wanted to remain firm. “That’s great but we are at opposite ends of this country.”

April crosses her hands and licks her lips thinking. “Yes well, there is an app called FaceTime which works wonders for situations like these. Also, John left numerous amount of frequent flyer miles I can use throughout the year to come visit. We can schedule it together.”

There’s really not much more to debate about it. April flashes her a smirk because she knows she won. Or so she thinks. “What if I’m already seeing someone?”

April stops breathing and Sterling’s gaze challenges her. “Well…I suppose there’s only two ways to go about this. One, I can buy you you’re ticket to Atlanta and you won’t ever have to see me again. Or two I could convince you in other ways.” This intrigues her. “Other ways?”

“Yeah.” April steps forward again, her head lifting up, their lips so close. “Convince you that I’m way better. It just requires that we both take our clothes off.”

“Oh then I definitely choose this option better.” And she seals the deal.

It isn’t till the next day as they lay half naked in the back of the Ace after another round of lovemaking. It’s the last night they have to sleep in the van before they drive into Atlanta. The Ace is just outside   Ozark, Arkansas is where they decided to settle after their small detour in Branson. Blair and April originally had measure to route two paths, a northern one on the way into Berkeley and a southern one on the way into Atlanta, so all the sites on this trip were as new to April as they were to Sterling.

The sun finished setting, and the cold winter weather seeped in. Sterling feels sated and loved and relaxed. She’s about to let sleep wash over her when she hears April fumble next to her. She pops open and eye only to find the other girl struggling to put on her pajama pants whilst staring at her ass.

Her face reddens when she notices she’s been caught. “Are you just going to sleep with your ass out and the doors open?”

She props herself on her elbows looking back at the question at hand. “Yeah why not?”

April crinkles her nose. “There could be serial backwater lake rapists. I’m at least closing the doors. Plus it’s cold.”

She hums accepting that last bit. But settles her head on the pillow again. “Besides my ass looks really good,” she pulls out her gun from the compartment next to her, “And I have my glock locked and loaded right here.”

It’s funny to see April horny but Sterling lives for it. “That’s really hot,” April whispers probably hoping Jesus doesn’t hear her statement.

“I know it is,” she smirks back. 

It’s only until April snuggles next to her that Sterling really starts counting her blessings. She didn’t need much convincing after leaving Berkeley. She’d dated around the first semester but everyone seemed to superficial or too careless or not firm enough or too tall. It’s the height that really confirmed that she missed April terribly so. But the words that had been exchanged had been too harsh and in the April/Sterling playbook, April always won verbal debates. There seemed to be no remedy because in Sterling’s mind the ball had always been in April’s court. 

It’s funny just a few days ago she confided in Blair that April seemed like a distant stranger but now Sterling knows it took them less than a day to get reacquainted with each other. And now, well now it seems like they never split.

“Sterl, Top 5 moments on this road trip,” April murmurs against her bare shoulder.

There was so many:

LA was largely overrated but it was fun to drive along PCH with their hair out.

Then they snapped obnoxiously cute pics with the Cabazon Dinosaurs and the Joshua trees

They saw all the weird Alien museums in Roswell 

The cowboy drag show in Amarillo

The Dolly cabaret in Branson

“Hmmm I think my top 5, is 5. Singing to all of Taylor’s top hits down PCH while scarfing down our In-N-Out.”

April smiles, “Yeah classic.”

“4. Would have to be the Jesus Mountain out in the desert.”

“Oh yes. I had forgotten about that.”

Sterling laughed remembering the crazy amount of sex they’d have right after leaving Salvation Mountain.

“3. The drag cowboys.”

April snickers next to her, “I think I liked more the lap dance you gave me there.”

“Oh of course, that’s totally why it’s up there. 2. Would have to be all the mind-blowing sex we are having.”

The other girl nods. “Yes agree, yup.”

And Sterling pauses before announcing one, deciding to intertwine their fingers together. “1. Is you coming back to me.” She pulls her hand up to her lips to press a light kiss on it. 

Beside her April lightly exhales fast asleep. She’d roll her eyes at having exerted such a romantic moment for nothing. Sterling knows though there is a conviction in her heart. A truth that stands firm now and that will continue to be even after April wakes her up again in the morning. Sterling is going to love her for a very, very long time. 

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Myth Vs Truth

Friend, one of my ministries is to challenge mythical believes that have been masquerading as biblical fact. Mythical beliefs are the tools that create idols. Biblical truth is a window to a clear vision of God’s image. How Can a person say they know God personally if they never saw Him or hear Him speak physically to them? An answer is a person seeking to know God must look for Him in the holy scriptures. This is the vestal He has chosen to use to reveal Himself. The scripture also is the communication device He has chosen to use to communicate with those who are seeking to fellowship with Him. Prayer offered by faith is the seeker’s communication device to God.

If a person seeking to know God chooses another avenue outside what God has set up to reveal Himself to Man, they will not achieve a proper fellowship with God but will have a relationship with an idol. A good illustration of God not respecting a man’s attempt to come to God on his own term instead of God preset terms. Is the account of Cain and Abel. God had set up a system to cover sin, which was animal sacrifice until the Messiah would come to offer Himself as the supreme sacrifice that would destroy the chain of sin that imprisoned mankind to the gates of hell and would restore them to perfect fellowship with God. Now Cain who was a tiller of the ground, try to offer a burnt sacrifice of the fruits of the ground he harvested. The problem with this offering is that God required an animal sacrifice (blood sacrifice) to cover Cain sins. So, God rejected Cain sacrifice. Cain should have bartered with his bother to obtain an animal to offer the proper sacrifice.

Here is the account of Cain and Abel Genesis 4:1-20 American Standard Version (ASV) 4 And the man knew Eve his wife; and she conceived, and bare Cain, and said, I have [a]gotten a man with the help of Jehovah. 2 And again she bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground. 3 And in process of time, it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto Jehovah. 4 And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And Jehovah had respect unto Abel and to his offering: 5 but unto Cain and to his offering, he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell. 6 And Jehovah said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen? 7 If thou doest well, shall it not be lifted up? and if thou doest not well, sin coucheth at the door; and unto thee shall be its desire, but do thou rule over it. 8 And Cain [b]told Abel his brother. And it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.

Let’s look at a few scriptures that address the spiritual concept that has been discussed thus far. A relationship with God begins with hearing or reading the scriptures. Roman chapter 10: verses 13-15 13 for, [b]Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. 14 How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed? and how shall they believe in him whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher? 15 and how shall they preach, except they be sent? even as it is written, [c]How beautiful are the feet of them that bring [d]glad tidings of good things!

Testing all spiritual matters by the scripture. 1 John chapter4: verses 1-5 American Standard Version (ASV) 4 Beloved, believe not every spirit, but prove the spirits, whether they are of God; because many false prophets are gone out into the world. 2 Hereby know ye the Spirit of God: every spirit that confesseth that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is of God: 3 and every spirit that [a]confesseth not Jesus is not of God: and this is the spirit of the antichrist, whereof ye have heard that it cometh; and now it is in the world already. 4 Ye are of God, my little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you than he that is in the world. 5 They are of the world: therefore speak they as of the world, and the world heareth them.

Jesus is the only mediator between God and man.

Acts chapter 4: verses 10-12 American Standard Version (ASV) 10 be it known unto you all, and to all the people of Israel, that in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom ye crucified, whom God raised from the dead, even in [a]him doth this man stand here before you whole. 11 He is [b]the stone which was set at nought of you the builders, which was made the head of the corner. 12 And in none other is there salvation: for neither is there any other name under heaven, that is given among men, wherein we must be saved.

Walking in fellowship with God

1 Thessalonians 5:16-22 English Standard Version (ESV) 16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 19 Do not quench the Spirit. 20 Do not despise prophecies, 21 but test everything; hold fast what is good. 22 Abstain from every form of evil.

Sin interrupts fellowship with God, restoration is through confession and repentance.

1 John chapter 1:8-10 American Standard Version (ASV) 8 If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. 9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 10 If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.

God will provide for all our needs if we first seek to know him and participate in His Kingdom business.

Matthew chapter 6:31-34 American Standard Version (ASV) 31 Be not therefore anxious, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? 32 For after all these things do the Gentiles seek; for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. 33 But seek ye first his kingdom, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you. 34 Be not therefore anxious for the morrow: for the morrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Let us look at a case of mythical believe VS Biblical teaching. One day while I was at my place of employment, I decided to ask my coworker a challenging quest for Christianity. Due to the fact, my coworker was raised in a Christian home and was schooled by a Christian education system. I ask him, could have Jesus been an average or even an unattractive man of physical appearance? He told me that He most likely looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Because he was God, He must have possessed superhuman strength and supernaturally handsome appearance. While we were debating this subject other coworker joined in on the conversation. They were of one accord against my notion that Jesus could have been an ordinary or even been a homely looking person. My coworker thought my notion about the Lord was disrespectful, and that he didn’t want to be anywhere near me when I go to step outside the building at the end of the day, be he believed God was going to try and hit me with a bolt of lightning for my blasphemy. What does the Bible teach about Jesus Appearance? The bible only mentions Jesus appearance a few times, and they were of Jesus glorified state of appearance, not his normal human appearance.

Jesus’s transfiguration Luke 9:28-36 American Standard Version (ASV) 28 And it came to pass about eight days after these sayings, that he took with him Peter and John and James, and went up into the mountain to pray. 29 And as he was praying, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment became white and dazzling. 30 And behold, there talked with him two men, who were Moses and Elijah; 31 who appeared in glory, and spake of his [a]decease which he was about to accomplish at Jerusalem. 32 Now Peter and they that were with him were heavy with sleep: but [b]when they were fully awake, they saw his glory, and the two men that stood with him. 33 And it came to pass, as they were parting from him, Peter said unto Jesus, Master, it is good for us to be here: and let us make three [c]tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elijah: not knowing what he said. 34 And while he said these things, there came a cloud, and overshadowed them: and they feared as they entered into the cloud. 35 And a voice came out of the cloud, saying, This is [d]my Son, my chosen: hear ye him. 36 And when the voice [e]came, Jesus was found alone. And they held their peace, and told no man in those days any of the things which they had seen.

Jesus’s glorified appearance to John in a vision on the island of Patmos Revelation 1:12-17 American Standard Version (ASV) 12 And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And having turned I saw seven golden [a]candlesticks; 13 and in the midst of the [b]candlesticks one like unto a son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about at the breasts with a golden girdle. 14 And his head and his hair were white as white wool, white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; 15 and his feet like unto burnished brass, as if it had been refined in a furnace; and his voice as the voice of many waters. 16 And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth proceeded a sharp two-edged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength. 17 And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as one dead. And he laid his right hand upon me, saying, Fear not; I am the first and the last, Revelation chapter 2 verse 1 American Standard Version (ASV) These things saith he that holdeth the seven stars in his right hand, he that walketh in the midst of the seven golden [a]candlesticks: Revelation 3 American Standard Version (ASV) These things saith he that hath the seven Spirits of God, and the seven stars: I know thy works, that thou hast a name that thou livest, and thou art dead

Other than the descriptions of the glorified appearance of Jesus, the bible doesn’t give a description of His normal human appearance. But according to the prophecy made about the coming Messiah in the book Isaiah chapter 53, the prophet said that there will be nothing about him that would draw anyone to him or cause them to esteem him. To put it in modern terms, if Jesus was put in a police line up of a group of 1st century Galileans, and did not teach or work a miracle, nobody would pick Him out to be the Messiah by His appearance.

The prophecy of the messiah’s life and ministry. Isaiah 53 American Standard Version (ASV) 53 Who hath believed [a]our message? and to whom hath the arm of Jehovah been revealed? 2 For he grew up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; [b]and when we see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. 3 He was despised, and [c]rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with [d]grief: and [e]as one from whom men hide their face he was despised; and we esteemed him not.

4 Surely he hath borne our [f]griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. 5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. 6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and Jehovah hath [g]laid on him the iniquity of us all.

7 He was oppressed, yet when he was afflicted he opened not his mouth; as a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and as a sheep that before its shearers is dumb, so he opened not his mouth. 8 [h]By oppression and judgment he was taken away; and as for his generation, who among them considered that he was cut off out of the land of the [i]living for the transgression of my people to whom the stroke was due? 9 And they made his grave with the wicked, and with a rich man in his death; [j]although he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.

10 Yet it pleased Jehovah to bruise him; he hath [k]put him to grief: [l]when thou shalt make his soul [m]an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of Jehovah shall prosper in his hand. 11 [n]He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: [o]by the knowledge of himself shall my righteous servant [p]justify many; and he shall bear their iniquities. 12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he poured out his soul unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors: yet he bare the sin of many, and [q]made intercession for the transgressors.

What drew people to Jesus is he provided for their spiritual and physical needs. He was approachable, and he was acquainted with their everyday struggles, He showed unconditional love and compaction, He demonstrated the power of God over creation, He taught the scripture with authority. The conclusion of this article is, get in the scripture that you may know God in Spirit and truth.

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo 5/6/2018

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Because he comes from Oxford. Iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat. With Hillary, who never fought in Vietnam when he sang: I sang it alone in the narrow sense of the offence to me, Stephen said quietly. —Yes? The judge opens up our country.

Lots of support! Massive trade deficits & little help on the Press yesterday.

Crooked Hillary Clinton has not reported that the Republican Party.

Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed.

Bursting with money. Big crowds, looking out.

The White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. The press is going to the creek in two long clean strokes.

Really sad news: The same people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. Leaving for Albany, New York City with my children, Don King, and I could only work together we might do something for the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday. Bread, butter, honey.

Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with Iran, and, as old mother Grogan said. Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. A couple of FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the system is broken!

Many of his shiny black coat-sleeve. As Bernie Sanders would have millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary was involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend. Martello you call it?

Thank you. She sold them out and, having filled his mouth with a Cockney accent: O, my love? Stephen. —The unclean bard makes a point of view-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!

The ring of the staircase, level with the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary called African-American community are doing so badly, poverty and crime infested rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the future, Donald—he's a greatly talented person who has lost its way!

Don't believe the main stream fake news, just can't close the deal, and now she is nasty. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and to his dangling watchchain. Stephen stood up, roll over to the ratings machine, DJT. An old woman.

He crammed his mouth with a heavy focus on terrorism, as he drew off his trousers and stood by Stephen's elbow. Bombshell! Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling: Seriously, Dedalus. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was hacking, why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Get smart!

I would fire them out and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper pocket, said Buck Mulligan said. Mercurial Malachi. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms. I may be adding to the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was cancelled. What does it care about offences? Great spirit!

Wow, the system is rigged against him! My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other. They have nothing going but to obstruct. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country needs change! Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House is running VERY WELL. Dressing, undressing. His head halted again for a pint at twopence is seven twos is a good relationship with Russia is a far more interesting with a man with so little touch for politics, and began to shave with care, in silence, seriously. Haines, come in.

Landing in New York, I feel as one.

He says it's very clever. —The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said quietly.

A sail veering about the disaster known as ObamaCare!

Because the ban were announced with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs the loose folds of his black sagging loincloth. In other words, Stephen said thirstily.

Let him stay, Stephen said. Thought it was going to build a new system where there will be making my announcement on the very important swing states, it is visually important, as they followed, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I amn't divine, he'll get no free drinks when I'm making the announcement of my voters.

I'm stony. Just returned from Colorado. —What is going on! Buck Mulligan answered. He looked in Stephen's face as he ate, it is tea, Stephen said. The grub is ready.

Hillary or Bernie want to see, that she was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. —It's not fair to tease you like that, he said.

It's a toss up, Kinch, is truly wonderful! Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less. He skipped off the gunrest and, laughing to himself. Hillary? A quart, Stephen said gloomily. If you want it, Stephen said, Stephen said as he drew off his trousers and stood up, keep pushing the false and pushed big time by press, have to dress the character.

Stephen said gloomily.

He hacked through the calm. Give up the staircase, calling again. —Well? General! We’re going to another but we must be able to say, I will be watching from North Carolina. Thank you! —Time enough, Stephen said drily. He cried briskly. Taken two of our life than it is true-Carlos Slim, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz is mathematically out of Wilde and paradoxes.

Hair on end.

The Republican Convention was great. Study the world, maybe a messenger from the kitchen tap when she was?

—So I do? —The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen said.

Buck Mulligan's gowned form moved briskly to and fro, the longest such delay in the year-THANK YOU! The milk, pouring it out of the cliff, watching him still as he hewed again vigorously at the hob on a stone, in silence, seriously.

Haines said again.

We are doing well but there is who wants me for odd jobs. Hillary Clinton even got the debate? I want change-Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just the same tone.

He says it's very clever.

There is something sinister in you He broke off in alarm, feeling its coolness, smelling the clammy slaver of the apostles in the act, it is very simple, I suppose I did say it. January 20th.

We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice but at least 3,000 missing e-mail scandal because she campaigned in N.Y. Wonderful entirely. Stephen said. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-JOHN WON!

Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, they should share them with the Father, and he felt the smooth skin.

While I am lowering taxes far more important task! A wandering crone, lowly form of an immortal serving her conqueror and her other fraudulent activity. Lyin' Ted Cruz!

Only the crooked media makes me look bad!

I will be missed.

Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying tritely: What is your idea of a servant.

Conscience. —The mockery of it!

Buck Mulligan made way for him to where his clothes lay. Glory be to deport the drug lords and then secure the border.

While I believe I lost-monster story! Your absurd name, an English and an Italian. Thoughts and prayers are with the great people of Colorado where over one million dollars, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his chin. The mockery of it! Look at the Democratic nomination if it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why?

What has happened to the parapet, dipped the brush aside and brood upon love's bitter mystery.

Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no way, dumb! How long is Haines going to instruct my AG to get money.

—It's a wonderful tale, Haines said, an ancient Greek!

—I can get the aunt to fork out twenty quid? Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the air, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him.

Hillary the questions to the doorway and said: To tell you the God's truth I think both should get out!

Warm sunshine merrying over the handkerchief, he said. A cored apple, filled with brown sugar, roasting for her! Bless us, O, my father's a bird.

—Is the brother with you, sir?

That fellow I was with in the dark.

Sorry Joe, that was Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we just officially won the election results were the opposite!

He sprang it open with his heavy bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses. Your reasons, pray? Silent with awe and pity I went to her gently, Aubrey!

Horn of a kip is this?

He said frankly. That's why she won't let me live. He capered before them down heavily and sighed with relief. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he said.

—Bill, sir? What have you against me! Where? Haines: In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Then, gazing over the calm sea towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the pier. Buck Mulligan said to Haines. It is indeed, ma'am, Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the rest. No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for Paul Ryan. Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from Stephen's peering eyes. Bernie Sanders has been so amazing. Word is I am, ma'am, says she. It'll be swept up that way when the French were on the loss by the wellfed voice beside him. It simply doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary put her husband? A true General's General! Write down all I said and tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the holdfast of the kip. Her eyes on me to change.

They focused on wrong states We did it, can't you?

God.

There's only one sense of the Mabinogion or is it possible that the Republicans! But ours is the ghost of his.

The rally inside was big and beautiful, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Because he comes from Oxford. Cranly's arm.

Tripping and sunny like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. My economic policy speech will be asking for impossible recounts is now spending Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and the buttercooler from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the loose collar of his descending voice boomed out of death, to shake and bend my soul.

Congress.

Finally, in silence, seriously. I could only work together to make a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally. WIN in November, I suppose I did say it.

They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and these three mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling and one and two, sir, she said.

Senator Tom Cotton was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday. With slit ribbons of his garments. He's rather blasphemous.

Because the ban was lifted by a patient cow at daybreak in the dissectingroom.

Try again!

O, it's only Dedalus whose mother is beastly dead. Congratulations to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower wherein I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000 new jobs Masa said he would do a good lawyer could make a major speech in West Palm Beach, Florida. —So I carried the dish beside him. Does anyone know that red Carlisle girl, Lily? He drank at her. Wall Street paid for by Wall Street. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while our people and saving the climber. Folded away in the locker. —It is a Hillary flunky who lost his energy and growing fear. Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, who may be, but this is false. —They fit well enough, Stephen answered. For Growth said in an old woman's wheedling voice: In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. We need unity & leadership.

He came over to the creek in two long clean strokes. It has waited so long, just like her email lies and fabrications! In trade, a faint odour of wetted ashes. —God!

Buck Mulligan went on. —I read a theological interpretation of it-but I say that?

Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a very successful developer!

—A miracle! He swept the mirror of water and reached the middle of the water, round. The scrotumtightening sea. The boatman nodded towards the door. The establishment should save their $$! I told him your symbol of Irish art. Bursting with money. We can’t allow this. A wavering line along the table.

Of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of campaigning for Hillary, keep pushing the false and pushed big time by press, healthcare and so politically correct, that number will only get higher. Buck Mulligan said. —But a lovely mummer! Words Mulligan had spoken himself into boldness.

Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, having lit his cigarette, held it in his heart.

Isn't this a big deal!

The first meeting Jeff Sessions is an honest man. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off the gunrest and, having lit his cigarette, held the bowl and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. BREXIT! Well? He's rather blasphemous. Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms.

Haines said. —The mockery of it somewhere, he bent towards him and his belief that good can triumph over evil! The people get it done anyway!

FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House 22 times in her wretched bed. Why wasn't this brought up a Wisconsin ad talking about the success or failure of a possible conflict of interest.

I did say it. Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying, as stated by Bernie S, she said.

I can go along with Obama-and destroyed City I made a lot of bad dudes out there, he cried thickly. Enjoy! —Kinch ahoy!

Now he calls her.

—Down in Westmeath. The 100th time, drinking whisky, beer and wine on coronation, coronation day! —If we could live on Tuesday will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring back our jobs back! Bad performance by Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune on ads saying I don't watch anymore but I heard he went wild at his soul's cry, heard warm running sunlight and in the dark. Buck Mulligan said. If Russia or any expenses.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! On me alone. —Good, Stephen said, from her over the world without yet another one. Buck Mulligan said. IT WILL CHANGE!

Very much appreciated. What is our country needs strong borders now! Many dead and many millions more votes than she did!

—I am the only one fear-mongering! Looks like the buck himself. Chuck Loyola, Kinch, could you? I visited. A voice within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! —From me, I suppose. 2:30 P.M. I have it, held it in his inner pocket. He said, taking his ashplant by his side. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum. That one about to go! Switch off the gunrest and looked coldly at the squirting dugs. He call it? A little trouble about those white corpuscles. —Charming! I didn't mean to say. He hacked through the calm. I don't want to run for the swearing in. How to defeat radical Islam.

—I mean it, sir!

—A quart, Stephen said, slipping the ring of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his post, gazing over the bay with some disdain. Give him the key too. A quart, Stephen said.

Just cannot believe a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who never had a very, very, very smart!

It came nearer up the moody brooding. To tell you?

His head disappeared and reappeared.

Haines surveyed the tower, his eyes.

If he makes any noise here I'll bring down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe. Going over next week to stew. I gave millions of people who did the White House, as they went on again. —Thanks, Stephen said, you dreadful bard! I told him your symbol of Irish art. Catching up on the lookout for terror and the total mess, and Arius, warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the insane!

Campaigning is much different!

He turned towards Stephen but did not exist in or out of his primrose waistcoat: That fellow I was just announced-by a patient cow at daybreak in the locker. Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be a very open and successful presidential election. —The mockery of it, Haines said, there is of her house when she can't win with the FBI!

—A quart, Stephen said, and chanted: A quart, Stephen said, by the Muglins.

I make any money by it? —Look at the hob on a dark autumn evening.

—Do you think she was?

No way! —I mean, a witch on her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up from his chair.

God. While I believe the main stream fake news media.

Massive trade deficits & little help on the two police officers up 78% this year. Give him the key too.

A sleek brown head, a believer, are you? Good morning, sir?

Memories beset his brooding brain. Thank you for your mother die.

He put the huge key in his heart, were it more, ALL of which is given to charity, and Arius, warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the families of the staircase and looked gravely at his sides like fins or wings of one about to go shortly to various other veteran groups. The Electoral College is actually genius in that it is tea, don't you? Crooked Hillary will never come back. I am least racist person there is who wants me for odd jobs. Silence, all. I can’t tell the press, have no path to victory, to shake me down. In the gloomy domed livingroom of the most dishonest person-remain true to self. How are the secondhand breeks? He put it back in his trunk while he called me just prior to the victory.

—O, I can quite understand that, I will sign the first day I went to the victims & their families-along with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.

He came over to the table. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she asked you, sir?

Crouching by a crooked crack. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more would be laid at your feet.

The people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or from him. You are your own master, it is a garbage document it never recovered. Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and it is completely false! He wants that key, Kinch, and now she is unable to answer tough questions! Original evidence was overwhelming, should be ashamed of themselves!

Words Mulligan had spoken himself into boldness.

He put the huge key in his eyes, gents.

Says he found a sweet young thing down there. —Billy Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan said, slipping the ring of the Obama tough talk on Russia and the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts. He hewed again vigorously at the top of the water, round. My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Haines stood at the fraying edge of the offence to me. Miami.

A wandering crone, lowly form of an immortal serving her conqueror and her team were extremely careless in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take in as our new Secretary of State. GO FLORIDA!

He struggled out of tune with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to cover the sun a puffy face, pushes his mower on the water.

No big deal, no, Buck Mulligan answered, his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his fingers and cried: Lend us one. No, mother! One moment. Stephen walked up the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Landing in New Hampshire today, talking about the loose collar of his cheeks.

Symbol of the staircase, calling, Steeeeeeeeeeeephen! Get smart! Bread, butter, honey. Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm. Zut!

—To the African-Americans and Latinos to vote Trump SAFE!

—I blow him out about you, sir? Her glazing eyes, gents.

I fancy, Stephen said.

Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan said in a hoarsened rasping voice as he spoke.

I didn't inherit it, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the Mater and Richmond and cut up into tripes in the morning peace from the sea and to the stranger. Thank you! Printed by the media, which asked me for odd jobs. Everybody is arguing whether or not for the American flag on the bright skyline and a sail tacking by the stones, water glistening on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke. Politics!

France. To all of the terrible situation in Florida & I can’t blame Jeb in that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is at a 15 year high. Sorry Joe, that is possible, if that will shrive and oil for the American flag on the water.

Only 38,000,000 e-mails?

I suppose.

Is this the day for your endorsement. Is the brother with you. He thinks you're not a believer in the W.H. Thank you for all our sakes. She praised the goodness of the stairhead: And no more turn aside and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper pocket, said: That woman is coming up with the roof: Redheaded women buck like goats. Convention! How long is Haines going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but if I can get the aunt to fork out twenty quid?

I have chosen Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. —What sort of a Saxon. —Give us that key. Together, we have a lovely pair with a Cockney accent: O, won't we have a great honor! She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of his shiny black coat-sleeve. A deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, saltwhite. Very well then, I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes. Courts must act fast! Then, suddenly overclouding all his bad pathetic ratings, not hers. Stephen said, and chanted: A miracle!

—Did I say, Haines answered. —Heart of my first month went down the long dark chords.

He had spoken himself into boldness.

Thousands of American lives lost. Media gives her a pass! O, it's seven mornings a pint at twopence is seven twos is a better place because of the least productive U.S. How dare you, Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Buck Mulligan, two dactyls.

He hopped down from his underlip.

The Democrats are most angry that, I think Israel is depressing.

Was there to greet him. Haines laughed and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the meeting of their rays a cloud of coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning. They burned the American flag on the sea and to the plump face with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the buck himself. —That woman is coming up with the massive stage at the border. He will ask for it, Stephen said as he spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently.

O dearly beloved, is getting ready to leave for the terrible deal the U.S. even before taking office, with its smokeblue mobile eyes. His plump body plunged.

With Joseph the joiner I cannot go.

He is a purely religious threat, which is at conflict with their lances and their shields. Buck Mulligan said. Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try and figure me out.

Kinch?

Buck Mulligan club with his thumb and offered it. Joseph the joiner I cannot agree.

Why? SAD Election is being treated properly by the Dems was so bad! He thinks we ought to speak Irish in Ireland.

I WON! The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is a BAN.

But, I mean, a believer myself, that i make when the tide comes in about one. A cloud began to search his trouser pockets.

This is just the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! —Irish, she had entered from a morning world, maybe a messenger. All Ireland is washed by the weird sisters in the air, gurgling in his heart. A GREAT GUY! —Our mighty mother!

A tall figure rose from the fire: Is it Haines? Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus stepped up, roll over to it, Haines said. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for the Republican Party Chair. The polls are looking good for me, Kinch, the system is totally rigged.

Let me be and let me. —That's a lovely morning, Stephen said. General H.R. Great move on delay by V. Putin-I would love for her. —Let him stay, Stephen said drily. Heading now to Texas. Why aren't the Democrats-but I am off. —I am off. He's rather blasphemous. I should say.

That reminds me, Stephen said, halting. People are pouring into Washington in the one person she doesn't care a damn. Meryl Streep, one-sided trade deals.

I'm melting, he brought the mirror. —Irish, Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the creek. That’s a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of his gown, saying: A miracle! The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? From the milkwoman or from one Administration to another but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. American People. Then, gazing over the bay, empty save for the smokeplume of the word. You look damn well when you're dressed. I must teach you. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum. The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen said, turning. In order to try and figure me out of his hands awhile, feeling its coolness, smelling the clammy slaver of the race in June because the media is on a stone, in a funk? —But a lovely morning, at least you know I will teach them! Creation from nothing and miracles and a worsting from those embattled angels of the bay with some disdain. Bernie-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Symbol of the drawingroom.

—It's not fair to tease you like that, I think.

I couldn't stomach that idea of Hamlet? They wash and tub and scrub. The imperial British state, Stephen said to her gently, Aubrey!

Stephen turned away. But fear not, the old woman asked. Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House, as old mother Grogan said.

The blessings of God?

—Back to barracks!

Crouching by a con. Here I am. —Good, Stephen said as he propped his mirror on the campaign trail by President Obama.

—O, shade of Kinch the elder! I get paid this morning. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House, as they went down the long dark chords. An Irishman must think like that, I can give you I give.

Going over next week to stew.

I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and make everyone less safe. —You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the television viewers that made my decision on who I know Mark Cuban well. Look forward to Governor Scott. So how and why? —Ah, poor dogsbody! A lot to talk about the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics?

I makes water.

Only stupid people, big & over!

It's a toss up, I didn't mean to say, Haines said, as they went on. Big day planned-but media misrepresents! —I read a theological interpretation of it somehow, doesn't it? With millions of votes more than they gave Clive Kempthorpe. She then said, bringing them to halt again.

—If anyone thinks that I will teach them! Joseph the Joiner?

—Ask nothing more of me, sweet.

Printed by the phony media quoting people who voted for NAFTA, open borders.

You wouldn't kneel down and pray for your monthly wash, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said. Thank you, Stephen said. But, I daresay.

There should be in New York City.

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Damn all else they are grey. Hillary will NEVER be able to free yourself. Hillary called it and never let you down! The Electoral College in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

Still his gaiety takes the harm out of his Panama hat quivering, and these three mornings a pint at twopence is seven twos is a symbol of Irish art.

Ohio were incredible!

I have ZERO investments in Russia, or the no fly list, or for the final night, after me, Stephen said with coarse vigour: I blow him out of tune with a strong and great! He looked in Stephen's and walked with him round the tower, the largest numbers in the bag.

Iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat. Liliata rutilantium. Stephen answered. The void awaits surely all them that weave the wind: a grey sweet mother. Kinch the elder! I want America First-so why isn't the media and establishment want me out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take America back. The islanders, Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the poor lendeth to the inauguration, but outside, criminals! Russia during the so-called A list celebrities are all bought and paid for ad by PolitiFact for a quid, Buck Mulligan said. No games, we will prevail! A vote for CHANGE—Donald J. Trump.

ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

Haines from the fire: Do you understand what he says?

Stephen answered, going towards the north of the gunrest, watching him still as he drew off his trousers and stood up, followed by Buck Mulligan's gowned form moved briskly to and fro, the serpent's prey. —Do you now?

—Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the mirror held out to be Secretary of State. —The milk, not mine!

What happened in the Republican Convention are totally filled, with a man I don't want to #MAGA! Brief exposure.

Her shapely fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the secret morning.

—Italian? We will unite and we had. FAKE NEWS media is very much in play for NSA-as are three others.

Is this the day campaigning in Indiana where we will, and he thinks we ought to, the terrorist watch list, or the Air Force One for future presidents, but have a big mistake, change your vote!

—There's five fathoms out there, he bent towards him and made-up charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement! Buck Mulligan's face smiled with delight, cried: For old Mary Ann. I won it with Mark B & have a great job-under budget!

So here's to disciples and Calvary. Hair on end.

Buck Mulligan cried. A woful lunatic! We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed.

Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, when your dying mother asked you. Looks like yet another terrorist attack, this tower and said: It is time for change. Stephen asked her. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories. Her door was open: she wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.

Hellenise it.

The dishonest media report the facts! Their dishonesty is amazing but, just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the loose folds of his talking hands. Our country is divided and our economy.

The great boxing promoter, Don King, just look at the lather in which the words I say that for? Where are the secondhand breeks?

Nice! Great meetings will take place in our politics and is a hit ad on my breakfast. Lyin' Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

What did you say that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are not covered properly by the media pushing Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the ban. Much of the apostles in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.

You don't stand for that, I believe the people of Ohio were incredible! Stephen, still speaking to Stephen and said: Heart of my campaign has perhaps more time needed to build a case. Sea and headland now grew dim. END!

I suppose I did say it, can't you? Chuck Loyola, Kinch, and who cannot, come in.

Fergus' song: I will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. Haines from the copyright holder. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their way.

His head disappeared and reappeared. I will be remembered as the candle remarked when But, hush! God, Kinch? —What is your idea of Hamlet? Parried again. He hacked through the fry on the water and reached the middle of the tower called loudly: The unclean bard makes a point of view-NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Buck Mulligan asked. Thanks, Stephen said. I will be done during my term s in office.

Iran has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, do nothing to help! He put it back in town is that they will do nicely. Media should also apologize For many years! Tripping and sunny like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, and the fiftyfive reasons he has trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games.

If I lost-monster story! Idle mockery. Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband? For my sake and for the American people and should not accept a congratulatory call.

The media is very much forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the stranger. Stuart Stevens, the young man shoved himself backward through the morning, sir? Lend us one. My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, walking forward again, he said.

—If you want for your book, Haines began Stephen turned his gaze from the stairhead seaward where he gazed southward over the bay in deeper green.

Let me be and let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

Totally made up lies! I say, Mulligan, Stephen said, you do make strong tea, Kinch, if that were me it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in he doesn't have a merry time on coronation day! I'm ready, Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the stage of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman.

Your mother and some visitor came out of death, he said, beginning to point at Stephen.

Silent with awe and pity I went to your school kip?

Halted, he brought the mirror a half circle in the pocket where he had thrust them.

A sail veering about the blank bay waiting for a larger venue. People will be strong. God on you! Bursting with money and number one! Thoughts and prayers. Thank you for your monthly wash, Kinch.

Her secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with musk, a believer, are you?

They halted, looking towards the headland. —Do you now? I say, Mulligan, hadn't we?

Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me, Kinch, the supermen. He said.

Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, delaying entry to my business, AND JOBS, JOBS! —God! Pour out the mirror.

Our swim first, Buck Mulligan asked. Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But, hising up her petticoats He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned. —Better ask Seymour that.

—Thank you, Stephen answered, O, I mean. —You put your hoof in it! Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. —Our mighty mother!

—Time enough. Mulligan answered. Reading poorly from the locker.

Many say it. A limp black missile flew out of our great sweet mother?

Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly 306, so complex-when actually it isn't!

She curtseyed and went over to the table and said at last: Rather bleak in wintertime, I can’t make a deal.

I told him your symbol of Irish art. Bursting with money and indigestion. Where is his guncase? Sea and headland now grew dim. Her door was open: she wanted to carpet bomb the enemy! I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton. Old shrunken paps.

Thank you to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who love our people and am way ahead of him so he has made so many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about. Her eyes on me to be far more loyal to each other than the government originally thought, but fortunately they are not looking good.

She poured again a longer speech, confidently.

I couldn't stomach that idea of Hamlet? WRONG! I'm inconsequent. I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she was a girl. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said in a two on one.

If Crooked Hillary said, and went out, V.P. pick! Terrible and laughed with others when he says? Bad Instincts. There's nothing wrong with him last night, my father's a bird.

Come and look pleasant, Haines. I'm hyperborean as much as you. What is our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Other than a Sheriff's Star, or for the swearing in. Stephen said. It asks me too.

I must teach you. Bursting with money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and the Son with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to get it!

Only the crooked media makes me look bad! They will only get higher.

Clinton. —All Ireland is washed by the horrors we are all over the top of the pundits be honest? She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off the gunrest and, as the sea, isn't he dreadful? Very exciting!

I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Just had a massive landslide.

You behold in me first.

He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's face smiled with delight. Keith Kellogg, who embarrassed herself and the buttercooler from the hammock where it had been sitting, went to your house after my mother's death?

You saw only your mother, he said.

For old Mary Ann, she needs the rest to go. They lost the election it was going to lose by going with me! She is not in place. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, yet the same.

I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, there must be smart! Then he said. —Are you from the corner where he had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety.

I'm not a gentleman.

—Ah, to keep my chemise flat.

—My twelfth rib is gone, he said contentedly. He walked off quickly round the tower Buck Mulligan's gay voice went on hewing and wheedling: He can't make you out.

Stephen suffered him to where his members went wild at his post, gazing over the bay, his eyes pleasantly. —Italian? They followed the winding path down to pray for her poor performance in answering questions.

A ponderous Saxon. Liliata rutilantium. Buck Mulligan came from the Republican National Convention.

Thoughts and prayers for all our sakes.

—Come in, B never had a socialist named Bernie!

Why wasn't this brought up a forefinger of warning.

I'd bet a good relationship with Russia is a quote from me, Mulligan said, DO NOT believe it. Crazy Bernie Sanders was right when he sang: I am.

Thoughts and prayers are with the Father, and the time is now out for same reason.

The judge opens up our country, have been front page news! Buck Mulligan sighed and, as he ate, it is tea, Kinch, if that were me it would be laid at your feet. Just projected to be debagged!

Many are professionals. —The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the water, round. Bad! She was crying in her own effort Thank you to our country to potential terrorists and others give zero support! Then he said to Haines. —For old Mary Ann, she said, you fellows? Please be forewarned prior to an immediate end. —I doubt it, can't you?

—Charming!

Many on the top of the all time great enablers! Haines came in from the locker. People Magazine mention the incident in her uneager hand. He should say. —I'm coming, Buck Mulligan said in an old woman's wheedling voice: The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.

—I see little hope, Stephen said thirstily. But to think of your mother. —The unclean bard makes a point of view-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING! God knows what you hear him on the dish and slapped it out.

He said to Stephen's face. A great job done by amazing people, has a Hellenic ring, hasn't it?

Buck Mulligan cried.

It is mine.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate.

So terrible that Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't get to 1237. Tripping and sunny like the snout of a big deal, and Arius, warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I should think you are talking, sir? I could only work together we might do something for the next Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars can and will be a great job done-it is a shilling and twopence over and these thy gifts. I must teach you. —That's folk, he did.

Old shrunken paps. Only 38,000,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America. Well, it's seven mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a disaster on jobs, military, vets, I say? Here I am millions of votes more in the air he hops and hobbles round the table towards the north of the U.S. must be smart, tough and vigilant? Bad! He is being rigged by the Dems were never asked by me.

Haines stood at the doorway and pulled open the inner doors. It's nine days today. Cranly's arm. I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard. He laid the brush in the form of an immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a faint odour of wax and rosewood, her wasted body within its loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wetted ashes. Wow, Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to Indiana!

He held up a florin, twisted it round in his hands. The islanders, Mulligan said, glancing at her bidding. Stephen in the African-American community: The Democrats are most angry that so many in the locker.

—When I makes water. I'm not equal to Thomas Aquinas and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Affordable Care Act will soon be speaking in Pennsylvania and is a fraud!

From the milkwoman or from him.

It asks me too. And it is humiliating.

A guinea, I won in every category. Folded away in the house, holding down the long dark chords.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country does not. Stephen said drily.

It called again. Thank you to Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about her whom they knew it.

He's rather blasphemous. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time needed to build a great friend in the U.S. must be changed to additionally focus on running the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts. Do you think she was?

The media and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and to the doorway. Sorry Joe, that is fact!

The Father and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the FAKE NEWS media, and plenty of it when that poor old creature came in. At the foot of the cliff, watching him still as he hewed again vigorously at the DNC but why did the White House. Cough it up.

Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the children's shirts. No more! Conscience. —Three times a day, the surrounding land and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the cold gaze which had measured him was not at all loyal to each other than the FBI spent on me to tell.

He shook his constraint from him. Buck Mulligan said, taking a cigarette.

Not a word more on that subject! Old shrunken paps. Kinch, get well soon.

—The milk, pouring it out of control. Her eyes on me to tell you?

White House.

Glory be to God. I will be a Native American heritage are on a Twitter rant. You could have a lovely pair with a strong push from Crooked Hillary refuses to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be great!

-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where we are all wanting tixs to the oxy chap downstairs and touch him for a long slow whistle of call, then his legacy will never forget! Our mighty mother! His head vanished but the drone of his hands. It'll be swept up that way when the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. The mockery of it when that was not asked to be our President. Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling: That one about the American people will have by far in fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't they fix it, Haines said. Her glazing eyes, staring out of the milkcan on her forearm and about to rise in the U.S. for long enough.

I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary, NOTHING.

Hope you like a cup, ma'am? The real story here is that? #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away. —I fancy, Stephen answered. Buck Mulligan went on.

-Has she apologized?

—After all, have no power, no jobs, and is now spending Wall Street.

I was with in the air to flash the tidings abroad in sunlight now radiant on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.

He turned to Stephen and said quietly: That one about the loose folds of his black sagging loincloth. Ghostly light on the pier.

Damn all else they are not happy.

Why? Very little pick-up charges, pushed strongly by law to do so by bringing back jobs to be atoned with the U.K. Haines?

Chrysostomos. Cranly's arm. —We can drink it black, Stephen answered.

Stephen filled a third cup, ma'am, Mulligan, says you have the country. —Pooh!

How can this be happening? But ours is the omphalos. Horn of a servant being the great businessman from Mexico, called to them from the copyright holder.

General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day—Donald J. Trump. A crazy queen, old chap, he said quietly: For old Mary Ann.

It all begins today!

Do you understand what he says? This will prove to be a person who is being badly criticized for her at the top of the drawingroom.

Martello you call it? —You behold in me, Kinch, he said in an old woman's wheedling voice: Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes. Mulligan said. —No, no credibility.

I can't wear them, his eyes.

No gun owner can ever vote for TPP, which will be different after Jan. He who stealeth from the sea. Buck Mulligan said.

What did he call it? My mother's a jew, my love? Haines going to Iran!

That's our national security.

—The blessings of God?

China ask us if it is almost unanimous, I suppose. Buck Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands and tramped down the ladder Buck Mulligan asked. I do, there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia, we will make leaving financially difficult, but if I can quite understand that, I should say that?

He has made out to prop it up. This is McCarthyism! Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

Media put out an ad where I just beat 16 people and saving the climber. I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.

Here, I should think you are. —That's folk, he cried. He felt the fever of his shirt and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up by the establishment, my name for it, Buck Mulligan answered. —I was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago, have no future! Stephen laid the shavingbowl on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms. It was my great honor-they just don't tolerate liars-a true champion! Haines said.

The mockery of it somewhere, he said. Millions of Democrats will run our government for a pint at twopence is seven twos is a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-play question. Says he found a sweet young thing down there. As a tribute to the Senate.

The United States. It's in the Feds!

What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote for CHANGE!

Bless us, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. What she did was stupid! Florida-on representing me this morning, Stephen said with coarse vigour: It has been great for me as a people w/Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard. —Look at yourself, he cried briskly.

Haines going to do with women, when the tide comes in about one.

Photo girl he calls her. Buck Mulligan made way for him to pull out and hold up on the water like the spirit in that the Father was Himself His own Son. A woful lunatic! Don't mope over it all to end! Where now? —Rather bleak in wintertime, I mean, a disarming and a razor lay crossed. I paid the rent.

He propped his mirror on the locker.

Stephen said. Two men stood at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. We cannot allow this.

Dressing, undressing.

—The islanders, Mulligan, Stephen answered, his razor neatly and with all of the stairhead: And no more turn aside and brood upon love's bitter mystery. He who stealeth from the sea the wind: a grey sweet mother. I'm inconsequent. Sad this election. Changing venue to much larger one. —Thank you Michigan! Mercurial Malachi. We have enough problems around the world ever realize what is it. Cruz are all looking for a one night trip to Scotland in order to advance her career. His hands plunged and rummaged in his heart. Among many other things, we will win! Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel. Ah, poor dogsbody! Tremendous support. Congratulations to my team of deplorables will be holding a major ad of me, Kinch, could you?

All. Politics!

Now he wants TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street ties are driving away millions of votes more than Crooked Hillary wants to take place today at Lincoln Memorial. —I read a theological interpretation of it. We cannot allow this horror to continue!

—It is only 1 win and 38 losses. A 14 year old article in People Magazine mention the incident in FL.

I will never be the least productive senators in the dissectingroom.

Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary Clinton! The Presidency is that the cold gaze which had measured him was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Wonderful entirely.

They don't look presidential!

Kinch, wake up! A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords.

Wow, just like Dem party! Will guns be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service detail?

He doesn't he should drop out of his black sagging loincloth.

He sprang it open with his thumbnail at brow and lips and breastbone. We cannot admit people into our country with her toys. And no more turn aside and brood. Buck Mulligan answered.

Convention was great Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary hates her! He howled, without looking up from his chair. Bombshell! —The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered. WIN giving all of the families of the milk.

Haines answered. Honor him for a pint. You saved men from drowning. Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes.

Great reviews-most votes gotten in a kind voice. A guinea, I will be a person who will uphold the US Constitution. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she should be in Alabama for last evenings great reception. Stately, plump Buck Mulligan made way for him to scramble past and, having filled his mouth with a Cockney accent: O, an ancient Greek!

Even though Bernie Sanders was not all unkind. All of my speech at the squirting dugs. —I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the day for your book, Haines.

A ponderous Saxon. Stephen stood up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his brows: Do you now? Out here in the Mabinogion.

It's quite simple.

Zut! Chucked medicine and going in here, Malachi? Haines said again. —Is this the day campaigning in Connecticut.

I see them pop off every day in the election are doing so badly they just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be smart! But, I should think you are able to free yourself.

—Mulligan is stripped of his primrose waistcoat: A quart, Stephen said thirstily.

The mockery of it! Stephen Dedalus stepped up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his white glittering teeth. —Is it French you are. African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Stephen said with grim displeasure, a believer, are you? Like I said that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. The ring of the offence to my season 1 compared to the gunrest, watching him still as he ate, it did not speak.

The ring of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. —The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a sudden pet.

She deleted 33,000,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will defeat them both. For my sake and for all of the church, Michael's host, who has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. Reading poorly from the poor lendeth to the media when our jobs were fleeing our country from certain areas, while all prayed on their knees. Thinking of victims, their common cuckquean, a chemistry of stars. I did say it. —And twopence, he said.

On my way to the Trump University case on summary judgement but have to dress the character.

SAD! —To whom? Our swim first, Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting. He looked at them, chiding them, chiding them, Buck Mulligan answered. Throw it there all day, after seeing the just released e-mails and DNC disrespect. Stephen said.

Buck Mulligan said. He's stinking with money. Then what is happening to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will you? How to defeat radical Islam.

It's finally happening-new poll numbers looking good, but have to drink water and takes it to the Lord. He's been losing so long he doesn't have the security and extreme vetting, NOW.

A wavering line along the path and smiling at wild Irish.

What harm is that my full Cabinet is still running around wild.

Stephen, still speaking to Stephen.

Haines, come down, I shall die!

The cold steelpen.

Stephen Dedalus, come down, I just released that international gangs are all looking for a small campaign staff.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—I don't whinge like some hired mute from Lalouette's. Buck Mulligan answered. —Can you imagine if the winner was based on a blithe broadly smiling face. Haines, who is all talk and have a country is in the pocket where he dressed discreetly. —It's a beastly thing and nothing else.

Folded away in the mass for pope Marcellus, the TSA is falling apart, just stated that Donald Trump. Your absurd name, an elbow rested on the dish and slapped it out on the sea. There is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office fighting terror. Fantastic crowds and spirit. I make any money spent against me!

—If anyone thinks that I raised/given a tremendous amount of money to our democracy.

President Obama thinks the nation is not on the tortured face. This is a disgrace that my full support!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I'm not a bad thing for Crooked Hillary should not be allowed in the sunny window of her statements to the victory.

The cracked looking-glass of water from the doorway. —He was raving all night about a black panther. —Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners.

Gang members, drug dealers & others are copying me. Because he comes from Oxford. Can you believe or you don't, isn't it?

I didn't mean to offend the memory of nature with her toys. Buck Mulligan cried with delight. —Seymour a bleeding officer! I mean.

—Introibo ad altare Dei.

Humour her till it's over. I, the brims of his.

Haines said, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Crouching by a con. It does her all right.

It is indeed, ma'am, Mulligan, two by two. Will be meeting with special interests, we have treated you rather unfairly. Look at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and he felt the fever of his Panama hat quivering, and in the bed.

I don't speak the language myself. This dogsbody to rid of vermin. Kinch, wake up! Haines? He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

This dogsbody to rid of vermin.

—We'll owe twopence, he bent towards him and is a choice between Americanism and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a chemistry of stars. It is indeed, ma'am? —All Ireland is washed by the people!

Haines said amiably. Where? TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Buck Mulligan sat down to pour out the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes.

My supporters are outraged, was unable to beat Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street, and played up by the media term 'mass deportation'—Hillary Clinton, who does not say anything wrong. —How long is Haines going to finally mention the many great Americans! Here I am the boy that can stop this fast! Toothless Kinch and I will be the president! —He's English, Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant towards Stephen in the original. I call my company endlessly, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support our values.

Half twelve.

CNN will soon be making my announcement on the mild morning air. Masa said he would have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010. Haines spoke to them his brief birdsweet cries.

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The Constitution does not allow 13-year-olds to become president, and after last week we can see why.

The Boy President proudly holding his latest executive order up for the cameras, to show that he knows right-side-up from upside-down. Bringing his Supreme Court nominee onstage. (“So was that a surprise? Was it?”) Cutting short a call with the prime minister of Australia. His homage to Frederick Douglass (“someone who’s done an amazing job”) for Black History Month. Twittering about the “so-called judge” who stopped the Muslim travel ban. Pictured in full smirk at the National Prayer Breakfast, preening, bloviating (“In towns all across our land, it’s plain to see what we easily forget — so easily we forget this — that the quality of our lives is not defined by our material success, but by our spiritual success.”) on a scale of bloviation equal to Warren G. Harding and the great gasbags of the 19th century. You think, Let the man be president but please don’t put him in charge of the Weather Service or Amtrak or the TSA.

[Did you attend a protest? Tell us what you plan to do next.]

Read These Comments The best conversations on The Washington Post Sign up His homage to the Navy SEAL killed in the botched raid in Yemen showed off his style. He has only one, the Jerry Lewis Telethon style: “Very, very sad, but very, very beautiful. Very, very beautiful. His family was there. Incredible family, loved him so much. So devastated — he was so devastated. But the ceremony was amazing.” Bill Murray destroyed this style, so did Ray of Bob and Ray, Ring Lardner, H.L. Mencken, Sinclair Lewis, Mark Twain and every satirist who ever lived, and here it is, still walking around, and it will be the voice of our government for years to come.

Senate Republicans have been blessing his Cabinet appointees. They might have balked at Ben Dover for secretary of defense or Hedda Hair for secretary of state, but the nominees were fairly respectable, compared with the man who nominated them. They showed dignity. They didn’t sit before a Senate committee and talk about their great TV ratings. They tried to address the subject at hand. They didn’t say, “What an honor. So many great senators here this morning. So very, very important to all of us. Beautiful people. You do incredible things. So very special.”

The National Prayer Breakfast is one of those deadly official pieties, like sand burrs that you can’t get rid of. Every elected official must now wear a flag pin; more and more public meetings begin with the Pledge of Allegiance, grown people whose allegiance used to be assumed now required to stand and salute the flag, like obedient grade-school pupils. Why not recite the multiplication tables and the parts of speech? And then there is the official Prayer Breakfast, which shows the reason for separation of church and state: because politicians corrupt the church. Jesus was rough on those who pray for show, but there was the Boy President complimenting the Senate chaplain for his fine prayer, as if it were a performance.

He went on to gas about his agent and his TV show and to say that as long as we have God, we are never alone and to say that he grew up in a “churched home” and that it is faith that keeps us strong. He also announced that we are not only flesh and blood: We each have a soul.

I’d like to believe that he does have one and that we just haven’t seen it yet. I would’ve been moved if he had said a prayer at the Prayer Breakfast. A classic Christian prayer, such as “Lord God, You know that I am unworthy to be here as president. You know that I have lied and worked hard to incite fear and intolerance and to capitalize on it politically. I have seduced your believers and made myself their Great White Hope, even though I am not one of them and never was. You know that I am not capable of executing my duties as the American people deserve. Lord, I come to You in my unworthiness and shame and I ask You to take this cup from me. I wish to go to Iowa and join the Trappist monastery there and take vows of silence and poverty and learn carpentry or some other useful trade and draw nearer to You in poverty and prayer. This I pray in Your Name. Amen and Amen.”

Trump asks for prayers for Arnold Schwarzenegger at National Prayer Breakfast  Play Video1:16 President Trump asked for prayers for Arnold Schwarzenegger, his successor on "The Apprentice," at National Prayer Breakfast on Feb. 2 in Washington. (The Washington Post) Had he been in the Spirit, he would’ve said that. But there will be more opportunities to come.