#fixed my postcard wall it was crooked

[nastykhakis]

several.

i am a talented boy i did SEVERED chores

[fanmoose12]

Partners

Characters: Petra Ral, Levi, Hanji Zoe x Levi

Genre: Action / Mystery / Romance

Rating: T

Detective!au

Summary: when Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed. And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

Chapter 13/14

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Сhapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Сhapter 7

Сhapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Beep, beep, beep

It didn't stop, didn't pause, didn't even quiet down.

Hange tried to ignore the irritating sound, tried to forget about it and return to the dark place where she was safe and warm.

Beep, beep, beep

As though mocking her, it got louder and louder, allowing Hange no respite. Accepting that this battle wouldn’t end in her favor, she groaned and forced her eyes open.

The ceiling above her was white, the walls surrounding her were mostly white too. The bed she was lying on was also white, and to her hand was attached a thin line of IV.

Huh. It was a while since she had the pleasure to wake up in a hospital.

Hange meant to continue her survey, but everything else was too blurry for her to see. Glasses. Where were her glasses?

Her hand flew to her face, touching her nose. No glasses there.

With a considerable effort Hange pushed herself up into a sitting position. She blindly reached to her left where a bedside table stood. She moved her palm all over it, there was lots of things on top of it. No glasses, though.

"The first drawer," a voice behind her helped.

Hange obediently opened it, her fingers immediately finding the familiar shape of her glasses. She put them on and sighed in content, as the world around her finally came into focus.

She turned her head to the direction the voice was coming from. Next to her bed stood another one, separated by a blue curtain. In the corner of it she could see Zeke. Their eyes met, and he gave her a weak, but unexpectedly genuine smile.

"Welcome back to the world of the living."

"Was I out for too long?" Hange frowned, trying to recall what had happened. She remembered Floch, remembered that horrible room in Zeke's safe house, remembered his brother, the erupting pain in her side as he had shot her and the dangerous glint of Floch's blade near her throat. She remembered being afraid and sorry for missing her another chance and not telling Levi how she truly felt all these years. Remembered Levi rushing in, saving her. Remembered his trembling fingers and soft touch. Remembered how he held her and refused to let go all the way to the hospital, remembered—

That was all she remembered.

"It's been almost a day since doctors operated on you," Zeke explained. "You've got your friends worried."

Hange looked to her bedside table again, gawking at the amount of gifts there. There was a box of candies from Nifa, teddy bear from Moblit, balloons from Keiji and Abel, a giant bouquet from Erwin... And a small postcard that stood at the far side. Hange picked it up, studying curiously. Her lips curled up and she giggled - the postcard was from Pieck.

"And what happened to you?" Hange looked back at Zeke. His torso was bandaged and he was unusually pale in the face.

Zeke grimaced, lifting his eyes to the ceiling. "My brother turned out to be a better shooter that I've anticipated."

"And..." Hange began uncertainly. Her fingers curled into the bedsheets, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know, but— she decided to ask anyway. "And what happened to Eren?"

Zeke sighed, pushing hair back from his face. "I took care of him."

Hange looked down, not knowing how to feel about it and what to do with that knowledge. Should she say something to Zeke? Tell him that she was sorry? Or that he did the right thing? What he wanted to hear? He probably didn't wish to hear either.

"And what happened to your eye?" she pointed her finger at a large bruise that bloomed on his face. "Was it... Eren as well?"

"No," Zeke scoffed. "That was your partner, detective. An eye for an eye, I guess," he chuckled dryly.

"Levi..." Hange's heart fluttered at the mention of him. "Do you know if he's—"

"He's been by your side this whole time," Zeke rolled his eyes. "He left just a few minutes ago. I'm sure he'll be there any moment now. He barely slept while you were out."

"Oh..." Hange couldn't help her smile. She wanted to see Levi so much...

"Jesus," Zeke groaned. "The two of you are sickening. If I spend another day watching you, I'd get cavities from your damn sweetness. Damn it, and I can't even smoke here..."

Zeke obviously meant to complain some more, but he fell silent, as the door to the ward opened. Hange turned to it with a grin that dissipated almost immediately, a heartbeat after she saw Petra's sheepish smile instead of Levi's gloomy scowl.

"Disappointed, aren't you, detective?" Zeke mocked with a shit eating smirk.

Hange discreetly flipped him off and roughly closed the curtain between them.

"Sorry about that," she mumbled, giving an apologizing look to Petra.

"It's alright," she said. "Levi is just behind the door, Oluo is distracting him while I'm here." Petra tutted, her auburn locks flying as she shook her head. "I had no choice but to resort to this. He doesn't let anyone else see you. Only Captain Erwin was allowed inside, and that too lasted just for a few minutes."

Hange chuckled, her heart swelling. Yep, that's the ridiculously protective shorty she knew and loved...

"I know you can't wait to see him, too," Petra winked, taking note of her pleased expression.

Hange flushed, but the embarrassed blush turned into angry one, when she heard a not so subtle scoff behind the curtain.

"So I will be brief," Petra sat down on a chair beside Hange, setting her hands on her lap. Her fingers twisted together in a nervous matter as stared at the floor, appearing deep in thought. After a long moment, she lifted her eyes, a small, slightly crooked smile playing on her lips. "I just wanted to thank you for... giving me strength back there. I lost all hope, thought I was done for, but you... You kinda rekindled that light inside me. You showed me what true bravery and resolve means."

"Petra," Hange smiled, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand. "I should be the one thanking you. On the night Levi and I reunited, if it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for your bravery and resolve, who knows what would have happened? Perhaps, I would have never gathered enough courage to face Levi. Perhaps, he would have never found out that I actually survived. Don't sell yourself short, you're a strong and courageous person, and have been like that long before we met. You have a bright future ahead of you. I'm excited to witness it."

Petra bobbed her head, her smile growing wider, more open. "And I'm excited to learn more from you. But as for now," Petra stood up and fixed Hange with a rather strict look.

She is learning things from Levi too, Hange thought with an amused smile.

"Rest and gather your strength. Everyone is waiting for you to come back. Someone is more impatient that the others. I need to go before that same someone rips Oluo's head off for keeping you away from him. Take care," Petra waved her hand, gifted Hange another bright smile and left.

As soon as she closed the door, Hange heard a familiar, grumpy voice.

A second later, Levi walked in. His eyes widened when they met hers. With his hand still on a doorknob, Levi stood at the threshold, staring at her with an intent look.

Hange almost squirmed under his gaze, it was too intense to belong to Levi. She wondered what was the reason for it.

But then the spell broke, and Levi looked away.

His steps heavy, he marched further into the room. He didn't head to her bed, though. Instead he stopped next to Zeke's.

"If I hear just a pip from you," he warned in a low voice. "They'll have to prolong your stay in this hospital."

Levi didn't wait for Zeke to reply and turned on his heels, taking a seat next to Hange. Crossing his legs, he just sat there, his gaze not moving away from her face.

He didn't glare, didn't scowl, just stared like Hange was the most interesting thing in this room. Her stomach turned, and she wasn't sure if she liked this feeling or not.

"Where were you?" she asked, when it became evident that Levi wasn't going to start a conversation.

Her question made him look away, just long enough to roll his eyes.

"That idiot Oluo ambushed me in the hallway. Demanded an advice from me."

"An advice?"

"On how to be a good detective," Levi answered, before Hange could get funny ideas about other types of advice. Not that Levi was knowledgeable enough to give them. "Erwin decided to promote him. Now Petra will have a new partner."

"You and Petra won't work together anymore? Then who is going to be your new partner?"

"Yeah, Hange," Levi sat back in his chair, crossing hands on his chest. "Who will it be?"

"You," Zeke stage whispered.

Levi's eye twitched.

"I told you—"

"Wait," Hange put a hand on his arm, quelling his anger. A heavy feeling settled in her stomach, a hope that was ready to get crushed. She frowned at Levi. "Can I even return to work? Technically, I'm still dead."

"Erwin is working on it. He pulled some strings, asked a few favors..."

"And?"

"He managed to restore your documents. He even kept your full name."

"He wanted to change it? To what?"

Despite the faint blush, Levi held her gaze firmly. "Ackerman."

Now it was Hange's turn to feel flustered.

"And by the way," Levi rose to fluff and fix the pillow underneath her. Hange tried to ignore the subtle tremor she noticed as his fingers moved. "You'll have to stay at my place for a while. Erwin is looking for an apartment, but since most of your stuff is already there..."

Hange couldn't help it - she started laughing. God, both of them were so hopeless.

"Aren't we moving things a little too fast?" she gave him a sly look, a flutter inside her returning as Levi snorted.

"Too fast? If you ask anyone else, four-eyes, we're moving things way too slowly."

Well... Hange certainly couldn't argue with that.

"And if you want to help things move along more smoothly," Levi sat back down, putting his hand on the bed, his fingers almost touching Hange's. "I remember you promising to tell me about your type."

Hange did promise that, she almost did tell him too, back in his office, when they received news about Petra. It wasn't the right time back then. But now...

"My type is certainly one of a kind. You have seen him, though."

"Where?" Levi grew just a little bolder, moved his hand just a little closer to Hange's.

She grinned and shortened the distance, intertwining their fingers.

"In the mirror."

The possibly sweet, tender moment was ruined by a loud groan that was followed by, "God, I never thought that flirting could be so torturous."

[nomadmilk]

No really, I have so much brainrot about this man. He's in my team of favourites with Bokuto, Ushi, Sakusa and Atsumu.

Kuroo would be a pain in the ass in the mornings, he would keep pulling your close and kissing you when you're trying to make breakfast. He would keep slapping your ass as he moved past you and grin every time you yelped in shock. There's no way you're gonna get him with the spatula though, he's got ninja reflexes. He would kiss you goodbye when he goes to work every morning, his tie crooked a little and asking you to fix it. He would message you stupid jokes and stories from work all day, when he's with the Jackals you would get crazy ass videos of them goofing around. And then he'd come home and pull you into a huge hug and keep giving you kisses until you laughed and pushed him off.

When he has to go abroad, he would buy you a gift from each place like a teddybear a little ornament. He would collect postcards and you have a corkboard of them all stuck on the wall. If you're able to go with him, he's the type to make you pose and take a picture to keep. It'll join the corkboard so there's pictures of you together.

🥺soft. I am soft for Kuroo

[supercalvin]

Hey! Hope ur well and thriving, if not that’s alright too, I just hope ur taking care of yourself in any case! I have a prompt I’ve thinking about for a bit I wanted to submit because truthfully I *can’t stop* thinking about it lol. Anyway I was imaging an 80’s au, Merlin and Arthur meet in Italy or like Greece and Merlin is just a local because his dad lives there and Arthur is visiting maybe for the summer (because he’s rich duh) and they have a lovely summer romance 😌

I want you to know that I thought of Mamma Mia before anything else and I will stand by that. Also, this was an excuse to put Arthur in dolphin shorts and a crop top because the 80s just be like that.

(Also thanks to @beacuzz-i-can for your help, you’re brilliant!)

Ficlets

***

Arthur had been allowed this one summer. After graduating, his father had allowed Arthur three months of freedom before he would sell his soul to Pendragon Corp. (His father had likely phrased it differently, but that was what Arthur heard.) So Arthur decided to pack up a suitcase and travel Europe for a few months. As for Uther, he didn’t seem to care what his son did, as long as Arthur sent off a postcard back periodically.

But unbeknownst to Uther, Arthur had picked up a dozen postcards on his train ride across Europe. Instead of going to Paris, West Berlin, or Barcelona like he had told his Dad, Arthur was headed to Greece.  Specifically a small island that most people didn’t know of and Arthur still couldn’t pronounce.

There, Arthur was going to find the beach cottage where his mother had spent most of her summers. Arthur hadn’t even known of its existence until he was eighteen. But when Arthur had mentioned visiting, Uther had practically burst a blood vessel. So he was going to send back false postcards and spend three months doing whatever he wanted, before he had to button-up and follow orders.

It took a few nauseating ferry rides and one dodgy boat to get him to the island.

As soon as he arrived, it was clear he was in over his head. The place was so small that everyone immediately spotted him as an outsider and jumped on him. When he explained in broken Greek why he was there, a group of locals immediately led him down the road, where Arthur found the cottage. It was crumbling and in horrible shape, but in Arthur’s eyes it was glorious. In his mind he could see it at it’s peak: sleek white stucco walls, balconies with mosaic floors, and rock steps leading to a rocky shore.

Arthur spent most of his first week there cleaning out the cottage and buying cheap furniture at a local thrift shop. The cottage became a funny little eclectic space. Arthur was slowly falling in love with it.

Arthur was working on fixing a door (he wasn’t anywhere near to a handyman, but he liked working with his hands and he was fairly proud of how well he had done so far), when he was interrupted.

“Hello?”

Arthur startled. He wasn’t exactly expecting guests. He was covered in sweat and dirt. He was in his dolphin shorts and a t-shirt he had cut at the waist. He wiped his brow and looked up to find a skinny young man watching at him.

“You must be Arthur!”

Arthur felt his jaw drop, “You speak English?”

The man grinned and held out his hand, “I’m Merlin. My mum’s Welsh, but I live here with my Dad. I heard there was a mysterious Englishman cleaning up this old cottage and had to come see it for myself.”

The man was smiling ear-to-ear. He was in neon pink shorts and a geometric print shirt that was popped open to reveal a hair-speckled chest. Arthur quickly lifted his eyes.

Arthur took his hand, “Arthur Pendragon. This was my mum’s cottage.”

“Ygraine,” Merlin said as it was normal for a stranger to say his mum’s name. “Everyone loved her. Well, I mean so I’ve heard.”

Arthur nodded, a little too overwhelmed to answer. Merlin didn’t seem to mind and continued to chatter. He tossed Arthur a soda that he pulled from his bag and then offered to show him around the island.

That was only the seventh day of Arthur’s visit and Arthur didn’t think he spent another day alone. Every single day Merlin would take him somewhere (the sandstone cliffs, the caves beyond the beach, and the best places to stargaze) or Merlin would give a helping hand as Arthur repaired the cottage (he was horribly clumsy and Arthur didn’t trust him five feet away from a hammer, but he made great company.)

Everyone on the island was a bit weird, but Arthur couldn’t tell if that was just because he was an outsider and he didn’t speak the language, or if he was just being judgment. One night, Arthur had mentioned it, after having shared a large bottle of wine between them, and Merlin had laughed and told him cryptically, ‘People of the sea don’t trust easily. But don’t worry, you’re safe with us.’

Arthur had brushed it off as drunken nonsense.

If only he had thought more about it. When August rolled around, Arthur started to become acutely aware that his time was coming to an end. He only had two more postcards on his desk (Barcelona and Madrid). He took in the room: the smell of sea salt, the cool air, and cluttered furniture highlighted by a orange sunset. On the sofa, Merlin dozed with his head pillowed on his own hands, wrapped up in Arthur’s wool sweater. Arthur’s heart tugged in his chest.

This summer was supposed to be about doing what he wanted before it was all taken away from him. Arthur’s heart hammered in his chest as he walked forward to kneel next to the sofa. Merlin shifted in his sleep, nuzzling into the wool.

Arthur ran a hand over Merlin’s brow. “It’s getting late.”

Merlin mumbled, “Don’t wan’ ‘o go.”

Arthur couldn’t resist, so he pressed a kiss to Merlin’s brow, “Your Dad would worry I’d stolen you like I was Hades. He already doesn’t like me.”

Merlin’s eyes flicked open suddenly and Arthur heard his breath catch. Arthur held his breath, unsure what to expect. Merlin didn’t seem opposed to such affection from a man, but it was so, so hard to tell.

Luckily, Arthur didn’t have to wait long, Merlin leaned up on his elbow and gave a sloppy crooked kiss to Arthur’s lips, which he eagerly returned.

Later, they laid in bed with the windows open to the ocean breeze, the sheer curtains blowing across them. Arthur ran his fingers over Merlin’s spine, where Merlin had a simple trident tattoo. Arthur had been surprised by it, but hadn’t said anything, too wrapped up in getting his hands on Merlin.

Now he was lying there, trying not to think about how many days he had left (18), or how right it felt to have Merlin by his side (Arthur was fairly sure he was desperately in love already) or how the cottage felt like home (far more than Uther’s manor ever did).

“Arthur…”

Arthur startled as he hadn’t realized Merlin was awake.

“Yeah?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Merlin’s hair.

Merlin’s fingers traced over Arthur’s chest nervously.

“What is it?”

“You know how you said the folks here are kind of strange?”

Arthur nodded, not sure where this was going.

Merlin sighed and lifted himself so that he was hovering over Arthur. Merlin stared down, evaluating Arthur for a long time. Arthur let him, not sure how he was meant to pass this test. Arthur lifted his hand and cupped Merlin’s jaw, tucking his fingers behind Merlin’s ear.

Merlin smiled and leaned down for a kiss. “It’s complicated.”

“I can deal with complicated.”

Merlin laughed, as if skeptical. “Everyone on this island has this birthmark,” Merlin gestured to his back, and Arthur realized the marking wasn’t nearly dark enough to be a tattoo. It was a dark brown, rather than the green-black of ink. “It’s a mark of nereid. Do you know what that is?”

“Like Achilles’ mother? In the myths?”

Merlin nodded, “We protect the sea and the people who travel on it…I know it sounds mad…”

Arthur’s face must have shown his confusion because Merlin sighed and sat up in bed. Arthur followed, reaching out to stop Merlin from running away (he didn’t think he could bear it). Instead of leaving, Merlin reached out his hand to the glass of water sitting on the bedside table. With a flick of his wrist, the water formed into a glob and rose in the air.

Arthur blinked at it and then at Merlin.

“You’re a mermaid.”

Merlin looked offended. “Nereid!”

Arthur smiled, “Merman?”

Merlin splashed the water onto Arthur and so it was only right that Arthur tackled him back into the bed, their laughter filling the entire cottage.

(Later Arthur would send off one last postcard, telling his father to go shove it and that if he wanted to speak to him, he was starting a bed and breakfast on a small Greek Island with his new boyfriend.)

***

Ficlets

[bookandcranny]

If You can Change Your Tune

The interloper arrives in a rented moving van, the same sort as all the ones before.

“Are you sure about this?” her friend asks as they pull up to the house. “I know you’ve always had a thing for fixer-uppers but this place might be beyond saving.”

Even as she unlocks the front door the wind whistles a note of warning through its rickety frame. The floorboards beneath their feet crackle and moan at the intrusion.

“All it needs is a little love,” the interloper retorts. Her name is Ann. I remember her from the showing, a woman of insufferably good cheer walking room to room with the equally annoying realtor of the week, a dopey smile hanging from her lips.

I didn’t think much of it at the time. People like her come around from time to time with aspirations in their heads of moving into the rural countryside to rehabilitate my thickets into sprawling gardens or write the next great American novel from within my historic walls. Seeing the reality of the place in person was usually enough to convince them to chase their fantasies elsewhere. However, it appears this particular happy-go-lucky thorn in my side needs a bit more work to dislodge.

“Are you sure you’re not in over your head?” the other one asks. I try to guess at their relationship. Friend? Sister? A lover? I’m sick to death of couples.

“It’s a little late for me to back out now,” Ann laughs, twirling the keys around her finger. “Don’t worry, Nick’s bringing his crew over tomorrow to start on the repairs. She’s a project but the foundation’s sound. Next time you see this place she’ll be a real beauty.”

“’She’?”

“Yeah, you know, like how people call cars or boats a she.” She climbs the stairs and runs her hand along the dusty banister. I think of splinters— with luck maybe she’ll get tetanus- but nothing comes of it.

The house is my body. Two stories, twelve rooms not including the attic, an old-fashioned spiral staircase, and me, the greatest antique of all, left to rot. Once upon a time a family used to live here: a mother and father, a veritable litter of hyperactive young children, uncles and aunts and cousins who would stay with them some summers and during Christmastime, and the wizened pale face of a grandfather who watched over them from above the mantle. It was all very precious, very southern hospitality, very postcard perfect. All very gone. Not even their ghosts remained; just me, and all the better for it.

Chesterfield is the name of the county as well as the nearest town, though from what I understand that’s using the term lightly. Most folks local to the area know better than to disturb me, but sometimes they get bold. Bored teenagers mostly, or suited vultures looking to see if there’s any profit to be squeezed from the property. In its heyday, the house was probably a sight to behold, but I wouldn’t know much about that. Memories of my life, if ever I truly lived, are slippery like oil on the water’s surface, impossible to grasp.

Though without eyes or ears or a mind to make use of them, I can “see” through my many windows— if eyes are the windows to the soul, maybe windows are can be eyes to the spirits— and “hear” any sounds that tremble through my frame. I’m grateful for these senses; they help me keep things in order. If someone starts to get a little too cozy with my corridors, and providing the spiders don’t scare them off first, I just slam a few doors, flicker a few lights, and they go running.

The interloper and her extra finish moving in the last of the boxes. She squeezes her arm and gives her a peck on the cheek.

“I’ll send you pics once I’ve got my room set up,” she says.

“Bold of you to think you’ll survive that long. This place is definitely haunted. Do you get cell service out here? I want to call a coroner and tell them to save your spot.”

“I don’t remember making this big a deal when you moved into your first place.”

“It had bed bugs, but it didn’t have ghosts.”

Ann makes a face. “I’ll take my chances with the ghosts.” She puts an arm around her shoulders. “Kim. You’re acting like I’m dropping off the map. You’re the one leaving the country.”

“For two weeks!” Her expression grows tense. “I feel bad leaving you like this. I should’ve been there for you, there was just so much going on.”

“It wouldn’t have changed my mind.”

She sighs dramatically. “No, nothing can, can it? I fear for whoever you end up tricking into marrying you.”

Ann slaps her playfully on the arm. “Do not start on that. Speaking of which, don’t you have a honeymoon to be on? Go on, get.”

Kim puts her hands up in mock surrender and backs out the front door. I raise one of the loose planks on the porch and she trips, just barely evading a tumble down the front steps.

“See? Cursed!”

“Go!” But she’s laughing as she adds, “Thank you for the help. It means a lot, even if Sophie is gonna kill me for keeping you this long.”

“I’ve got time to talk her down.”

The U-haul rumbles away down the dirt road until it’s a muddled blur in my perception and then, finally, gone. I’m alone with the enemy now. More importantly, she is alone with me.

I slam the door. It’s the easiest most classic trick in the book. Ann jumps and looks around. I know what she’s thinking. Just the wind? Or could it be…?

But no, one small act like that won’t be enough to convince her. With a shrug, she returns to the task of moving in. She shuffles around a few boxes in the foyer and starts moving them one by one up to the second floor. All things considered she hasn’t much to move in, but I’m not fooled. Where one intruder appears, more will follow, and bring all their junk and their noise and their petty living problems with them.

All my original furniture was auctioned off in an estate sale. It took place right here on the lawn, and I watched through my windows as they divvied up my family’s belongings, breaking them down into numbers and measures of worth for the masses. For the most part though I didn’t miss it. The absence of clutter made the space feel bigger, and I got used to the emptiness.

The interloper sets up in the master bedroom and unpacks some supplies to give the room a cursory cleaning. The agency normally sent someone over to prepare the place for new residence, but since the last few rounds of movers had come and gone, they hadn’t bothered. If Ann minds, she doesn’t show it, and I have to admit it’s nice to have someone sweep away the dirt and detritus.

After cleaning to her satisfaction, she starts opening boxes with foreign labels and assembling her furniture from strange little kits, turning sheets of instructions over in her hands as she nibbles on a hangnail. The result is a set of cheap-looking geometric furniture that makes her curse as she accidentally attaches the table leg to the chair and the chair leg to the bedframe. Something about watching her work transfixes me. Probably her comical ineptitude.

After she fixes all the furniture she dresses her new bed and starts cluttering her shelves with all kinds of bizarre toys and knickknacks. Among her affects is a paperback book titled “the art of moving in and moving on”. I scoff.

“This is a temporary arrangement. Very temporary, you got it?” I tell her, though I know she can’t hear me. I know this, but it still annoys me. It feels like she’s ignoring me.

The interloper smiles to herself and takes out a black rectangle that she holds up like a camera, though the shape is far too small and thin. She lowers it, considering, and then from yet another box digs out a string of Christmas lights and hangs them up above the bed.

“It’s June,” I say, dumbfounded.

I look at the string of lights and put pressure on one of the bulbs until it bursts. She jumps, but the moment passes. She spends the bulk of the evening fussing with her camera-thing until she falls asleep.

Fine. If she wants to play hardball, I’ll play hardball.

 --

 In the morning, the interloper’s camera-thing plays a tune to rouse her. Her waking is both a curse and a blessing, for while I was glad to be free of her active meddling, even as she slept I was never able to completely ignore her presence. I feel her like an itch, like a stubborn pimple forming beneath my skin, and I’m glad to sense her rising if only because it means I can get back to business sooner rather than later.

The water heater and other facilities are still in good condition from the last unfortunate newcomers I drove from my doorstep, which frees her to take a long shower, singing obnoxiously all the while. This, however, is a perfect opportunity for me. When the heat from the shower fogs the chipped bathroom mirror, I brandish my loathing like a pen and write her a message. Granted, precision isn’t my forte, so the words come out a little smeared and crooked, but still the intent is clear as can be.

LEAVE

Ann squints at the streaked mirror. “Love?”

“Are you really that stupid?”

She looks around but, seeing no one, shrugs it off again and starts to brush her teeth. When she ducks her head to spit, I quickly try again.

MINE

“Mina? Who’s Mina?”

I groan. Okay, perhaps a more symbolic approach. I will the mirror to shatter, but just then a loud knocking sounds and Ann runs off in a frenzy before she can see the long crack forming down the center.

“Door’s open!” She calls from the landing as she hurries to finish dressing with one hand and wrangle her hair into a towel with the other.

I try to hold it shut, but despite my efforts, the door is forced open and a parade of half a dozen handymen file into the entryway. As they start setting up, a burly towheaded man breaks from the pack and goes to meet Ann as she’s bounding down the stairs.

“Careful, careful. Don’t put your foot through anything before I’ve even had the chance to bill you.”

“Nick,” Ann says fondly. “If these stairs could handle me, Kim, and the fifty-pound mattress we lugged up there yesterday, I think they’re stable.”

“You gals didn’t have to do all that. I could’ve—“

“It’s fine,” she insists. “You’re helping me out enough as it is.”

“Yeah, well, we’re even for that whole thing at Kim’s wedding now.”

“More than even,” she agreed. “I know this was last minute. Dinner’s on me tonight. I’ll order enough pizza for the entire crew.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You haven’t seen how much Seth can eat.”

Their easy banter disgusts me. Living people are all the same; wandering around with blind optimism or bemoaning every bad turn, blissfully unaware of how little it truly mattered. One wrong step with those tools of theirs and any one of them could be joining me among the shiftless dead. I don’t have any desire for that kind of company so I decide to wait until they’re done with their renovations before I risk trying to scare anyone again.

As it is they hardly need my help. Ann, it turns out, is more than just clueless, she’s a klutz. If that isn’t enough she insists on “helping” right up until she almost shoots herself in the foot with a nail gun. Nick warns her not to try it again but I don’t feel any anger from him. The crew are all familiar with one another and with her. They chat and toss around jokes between tasks; someone puts on music.

The feeling isn’t quite a tangible one, but then neither am I. It’s an energy I struggle to describe, something like wading in a river and being aware of a splash rippling from upstream. Compared to the sharp tang of fear I’m accustomed to, all this amicability is nauseatingly sweet.

Ann beams, and the high arches of her cheeks dimple and flush darkly, round as apples.

“What exactly do you have to be so happy about?” I hiss in her ear.

As much as I hate to admit it though, I can understand why someone like her moved so easily among the crowd. Even when she was getting underfoot, she’s a difficult person to condemn for it. How could anyone begrudge her excitement when it was so abundant? Or her love when it was so freely given?

Growing impatient with it all, I knock a toolbox off the top of a stepladder and send its contents scattering in all directions. It lands hard and the sounds of work, the music and the laughter, all come to an abrupt stop.

“What was that?” someone asks. A worker crouches down underneath the arch of the ladder to collect some of the scattered screws and I, with great satisfaction, tip the thing over on top of him. The damage is little, but it’s enough to get the entire crew good and spooked.

“I didn’t touch it,” the injured handyman insists as he nurses his bruises with an icepack. “It just collapsed.”

“Maybe this place is haunted,” another jokes, but her smile doesn’t quite cover her nervousness.

“Kim said the same thing,” Ann muses to herself. Nick looks at her and she startles, as if she hadn’t realized she’d spoken aloud.

“I was wondering how you were able to afford this place, even with the damage.”

“Oh don’t start with all that black cat broken mirror stuff. You see bad omens in everything.”

“And you don’t see red flags until they’re waving right in the face. Not even then,” he accuses. Her guilty expression says there’s some truth to his words. “Tell me honestly, is this house haunted?”

“That’s silly. Of course not.”

“Then how do you explain what just happened?” I demand with frustration.

“Then how do you explain what just happened?” asks the injured worker.

“Thank you!”

Ann hums thoughtfully and looks up at my aged walls, my decrepit ceilings. “The realtor warned me there were rumors about this place. This house has survived fire, flood, and an attempted demolition; somehow nothing was ever able to destroy it, and every person who’s lived here had reported seeing strange things. Objects moving on their own, strange sounds at night.”

Nick leans forward in his seat. “And what did you say when they told you all that?”

“I told her it sounded perfect.”

He puts his head in his hands. “Ann. Mary-Ann Thorne. Tell me you did not buy an actual haunted house. When Kim told me you just up and bought a house on a whim I thought that was crazy enough but this…”

“I didn’t buy a haunted house,” she says. She stood up straight and spread her hands with a dramatic flourish. “I bought a survivor. Houses are like people. They have personalities, they have their own little quirks, their likes and dislikes. Old houses most of all. I could tell as soon as I walked into this place that… well that she had something special. I can’t explain it, I just felt so drawn to her.”

She places her hand on the wall and holds it there. If I were alive I think I would shiver.

“She’s been through a lot, but with some TLC she’s gonna sing, I can feel it.”

“That’s crazy,” Nick says, but she isn’t listening. Not to him. It’s almost as if… almost…

“Can you hear me?”

She doesn’t respond. Of course she doesn’t. I berate myself for even daring to expect something so deluded. However, her little speech seems to encourage the crew, or else they’ve just calmed down enough to put aside their reservations and get back to work.

Watching them I feel… strange. Even when my house had been lived in before I had never really felt so cared for. It’s all ridiculous of course, a blind act of charity sprung from some silly woman’s misguided and misdirected affection. While the workers patch holes and replace crumbling pieces, the interloper sweeps and scrubs, eager to do her part.

Evening falls, and Ann prepares to head into town to pick up dinner.

“The guy on the phone said they don’t deliver to this address for some reason,” she says. “Weird.”

“Why don’t I go,” offers Nick. “I’ve got the truck. There’s more room.”

“Okay,” she reluctantly agrees. “But I’m still buying, clear?”

“Crystal.” There’s a faint air of nervousness wafting from him, I think. I suspect he’s been hoping for an opportunity to get away from me for a while.

The rest of the crew seem mostly recovered from their brief brush with the supernatural. I intend to fix that.

I start by flickering the lights, another classic. Someone gets up stammering about checking the fuse box in the basement, but as he and Nick each go for the doors I slam them both at once, creating a nice echoing effect that rings all through the house.

“Try writing that off as the wind.”

“I got a better idea,” another someone offers up. “How about we all go into town for dinner? It’ll be nice to get out of— it’ll be nice to get out, let the dust settle here.”

“Come on, Ann,” Nick gestures. “We can swing by the bar after. It’ll be fun.”

She hesitates, a strange look on her face, and takes a step back. “You all go ahead. I’m not that hungry.”

“Ann.” He speaks more sternly now, looking something like an older brother with a neat wrinkle of worry taking up residence on his brow. “Come on.”

“I’m fine here, and you’re being silly. If you don’t believe me, bring me back something after you eat and you’ll see that I’m perfectly safe here alone.”

“But you’re not alone,” I whisper, for nobody’s benefit but my own. “What would you say, if you knew. If you really knew.”

“Besides, I’ve already spent the night here once. If something were going to happen, why didn’t it?” She pulls a smirk, puts her hands on her hips. “Maybe it’s just you guys my house doesn’t like.”

Nick huffs an almost-laugh and relents, not entirely satisfied but not looking to argue the point any longer. He tells her to call him right away if anything changes and then he leaves. The workers file out after him, the last of them gingerly shutting the door behind him, so as not to anger me.

“Why didn’t you go with them?” I ask her. My voice, such that it is, takes on a plaintive edge. Pitiful. I correct myself, refocus my aims. “You’ve had plenty of chances to run, and it’s only going to get worse from here on out. You know that, right? You’ve got to know this isn’t just some twenty-four-hour fever. You can’t get rid of me. It’s my house.”

She starts up the stairs. I follow. I have no other choice.

“Are you really this dense? How can you ignore the signs? How can you believe there’s anything here worth salvaging?"

She walks into the bathroom and stares into the cracked mirror.

“What are you doing now?” I complain. “Looking for answers? I couldn’t give them to you if I had them. Or are you just admiring your pretty reflection?” I stroke the mirror’s surface. “Must be nice, to be young and lively. If you leave now, you could have years and years of perfect ignorance, uninterrupted by those pesky reminders of death. You could have a life, and you’re wasting it.”

She touches her fingertips to the cool glass with a mystic look in her dark eyes.

“Mina?” she whispers.

“My name isn’t Mina.”

Or maybe it is. Might as well be, for all I know. I think I must’ve had a name once. Surely there was a word, a simple sound, some collection of syllables that meant I see you. Surely there had been someone to speak it and make it real in their mouth. But how should I know? And if such a person did exist, what does it matter now? I’m not a person anymore, I’m a thing that happened, a thing that’s happening still. I’m a box built to hold my history, filled up to the rafters with hurt and resentment. That’s as close as I get to living. If I could move independent of my dour walls like her, I think, I wouldn’t be wasting my time moldering in the darkness.

Ann shakes her head. “Silly. I’m being silly,” she tells herself. Looking up at the dim light fixed above her she adds, “I should probably check on that fuse box after all.”

She goes back down and opens the door to the basement. She flicks the switch on the wall a few times but that bulb's been long neglected. Even those who swear up and down they don’t fear the fables or superstition became suddenly shy when it comes to probing the deepest depths of this old house. Ann turns, presumably to seek out a flashlight, when her heel catches on one of the repairmen’s screws that had rolled loose. It’s not even my fault this time, technically.

Like some kind of morbid slapstick, her foot shoots out from under her and she stumbles backwards towards the open basement door. It’s a long drop that awaits her, followed by a fast end if she’s lucky. And I know well enough by now that she isn’t.

Without thinking, I push her. Instead of that foresworn drop down the basement stairs, Ann finds herself tripping backwards into the wall instead. She rights herself, takes in a sharp breath, and then releases it with a sigh. She’s dazed but unharmed. I find myself mirroring her relief.

She smiles. “Thank you,” she says.

Then she closes the door and walks away.

That has never happened to me before. Normally, to manifest, to have any direct impact on the physical world, I have to summon up a great deal of anger. That isn’t too hard for me; I’ve been angry a long time. But in that moment, I hadn’t been angry. I think I’d been afraid. For her safety? No, of course not. More likely I’d been worried she would leave behind a ghost and I’d be stuck with her invading my personal space for eternity. Still, I’d never… never done anything like that before. I’d never helped somebody. I suppose I’d assumed it couldn’t be done, even if I wanted to. Ghosts, spirits, malevolent spectral entities or whatever you like to call it, that’s not what we're for. That wasn’t what I did, until I did it.

I become aware of singing coming from the kitchen. The fool is never not singing or humming or whistling something. I know music; it’s not as if I’m totally uncultured. While I have no lungs nor lips to make sound, sometimes on a stormy night the wind whistles through my walls, each creak and moan playing for me the orchestra of slow degradation I’ve come to know well.

This is not that. This is… I don’t know what to do with this. I don’t know the words. Is it too late, I wonder. I can’t. I’m not ready. Oh but if you can give me time, stranger, I think I want to learn your song too.

[quickspinner]

April Kisses - Finale Part 1

I did 30 lukanette kiss prompts for April, but it was a list of 50, so I thought it would be fun to see how many I could put in one final piece. It’s three connected scenes, so I thought I would go ahead and post them as three pieces as they’re done, and the whole finale will go on AO3 as a single chapter. This is a sequel to Day 17, featuring:  

47. A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged. 48. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s. 39. Kissing tears from the other’s face. 36. Starting with eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses. 40. A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them. 43. A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

It wasn’t as if he was unprepared. She’d been gone for a little over a year, but they still talked and texted and video called so often that Luka had had to upgrade his internet plan to keep up. There were months where he didn’t see her; where she was somewhere with spotty or no signal, and all he got was a very occasional “I’m fine, miss you” or a picture of a spectacular sunset somewhere. But most of the time, they kept in contact. The wall over his bed was plastered with her pictures and postcards and he went to sleep staring at her face almost every night.

So Luka was prepared for the way her new pixie cut made Marinette’s stunning eyes even more striking, for the new earrings decorating the shells of her ears, the extra freckles the sun had dotted across her face, and the deep tan that had started out as a painful sunburn. 

Luka wasn’t prepared in the least for the way her face lit up when she saw him, or for the true living color of those eyes fixed entirely on him, or for the way the arms she threw around his chest crushed him, sending all of the air out of his suddenly slack-jawed mouth in a whoosh, or for the way she immediately rose up on her toes, sliding her hands up his chest and around neck to pull him down into a kiss that exceeded every fantasy he’d had about this moment. The constant fear he’d been living with that something would happen, that her feelings would change, that she’d find a reason not to come back, melted under the heated way she kissed him, like she’d been waiting for it, missing it just like he had, and Luka wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back for all he was worth. 

She was back, and she still loved him.

He didn’t realize there were tears on his face until she pulled back and brought her hands to his cheeks. “Luka,” she breathed, and he’d never forget the way his name sounded in that moment, as she leaned up and gently kissed the tear tracks. 

“Sorry,” he said roughly, pulling away just long enough to wipe his eyes on his sleeve. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that came from—” 

“It’s okay,” she soothed, stroking his cheeks. “It’s really okay.” And it was, because when he looked back at her, her eyes were shimmering too. 

“Marinette,” he sighed, cupping her face in his hands, discovering anew how small she was compared to him as his fingers curled around the back of her head. Her eyes closed briefly and he wondered if it was his touch or the sound of her name that made her do it. He rested his forehead against hers. “I missed you,” he croaked, and cleared his throat. 

“I missed you too,” she replied, and he couldn’t help a smile at her breathless squeak and the way she had to clear her throat too. Her hands moved to curl lightly around his wrists. “I’m home.” 

Luka’s smile widened, and he brushed his nose lightly against hers. “No regrets?” he asked softly. 

She smiled and nuzzled him back. “None. You were right, I needed this, but I’m so happy to be home.” She tilted her face, and he obliged, kissing her softly, testing out the feel of her lips, still pink and plump but slightly roughened from all the time spent outdoors. Her mouth curved in a smile under his, but she just leaned into him and let him explore as they traded tender kisses. Luka brushed his fingers over the new piercings he’d been subtly staring at in every picture and video for months, and slid his hands back to get acquainted with the feel of her short, silky strands sliding through his fingers. He found he especially loved stroking the even shorter hairs at the nape of her neck. His rough fingers traced the curve down the back of her neck and she gasped against him. 

That was new. He glided his fingers back up just to be sure and sure enough just as his fingers met her hairline, her head tipped back slightly and he felt her lips open beneath his as she moaned softly. A low growl of his own escaped him and he wrapped one arm tight around her waist to pull her hard against him as his other hand gently gripped her short hair to bring her face to just the right angle. He nipped at her lips and drove his tongue into her hot mouth, reveling in the way she pressed up into him, her hands gripping his shoulders tight for a moment before her strong arms wound around his neck to hold him just as fiercely as he was holding her.

Caught up in the sudden rush of a year’s worth of longing, Luka entirely forgot where they were and that people were waiting for them, lost in the sensations crashing through him as they swayed lightly in place. He broke the kiss only for a brief gasp of air, but the when the alarm on the top of the baggage carousel sounded just as he was coming back for more, and they both jumped, suddenly brought violently back to reality.

Breathing hard, Luka let Marinette peel herself away from him, and then slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Marinette bit her lip and Luka suspected she was trying not to laugh at him. “Need a minute?” she asked, pressing back into him. 

Luka grunted. “More than a minute if you keep doing that,” he muttered by her ear, hands going to her upper arms and squeezing. “It’s been a long time since I actually got to touch you. Can you blame me for being a little tense?” He dropped his face to the crook of her neck and sighed, and then inhaled again with some surprise. “You smell amazing.” 

He could hear the smile in her voice. “You like it? I blended it myself on that trip I told you about last month.” 

“Mmm.” He breathed her in again. “You’re trying to kill me.” 

“I might be,” she conceded, giggling as she turned her attention to the baggage carousel. 

“After those pictures you sent me last month you’re only going to admit to might be?” 

He lifted his face from her shoulder just to watch Marinette’s face flame up. Oh, he’d missed those fiery blushes. Technology seemed so wonderful until she was here in person and the blue of her eyes and pink of her cheeks made all those pictures and videos seem suddenly dull by comparison. Technology, he reflected, actually had quite a ways to go yet. 

“There wasn’t anything wrong with those pictures,” Marinette said primly. 

“No, there wasn’t,” Luka agreed fervently. “Not a damn thing.” 

“It was a perfectly modest swimsuit.” 

“It was,” Luka agreed. “And you looked fantastic in it.” 

Before Marinette could retort, Luka’s toe nudged something on the floor and he suddenly remembered the box he’d been holding as he waited for her. “Oh,” he said, letting go of Marinette to pick it up. “I wanted to bring you something but I thought a bouquet would be a bit hard to manage,” he explained as he fumbled the box open, relieved that the contents were intact despite his having dropped it the second she flung herself at him. “Our, uh, our little friend and I did some brainstorming and—well, it was kind of my idea, but I had to get Rose to actually make it for me…” Luka drew out a circlet of pink and white flowers delicately woven together with wire, watching her face a little anxiously, but he relaxed when she lit up with delight. 

“It’s beautiful! That’s really sweet, Luka,” she said, hands clasping together in front of her as she bounced on her toes slightly. 

“You deserve the big bouquet,” he said with a slight shrug and a lopsided smile as she twisted to look up at him, “But...well, like I said, I thought you’d probably need your hands. I hope it’s not—I mean, I’m glad you like it.” Tikki had assured him Marinette would love it, but he’d still been nervous.

“It’s perfect,” Marinette smiled, leaning back into him.

“May I?” he gestured, and when she nodded, he set the crown carefully in her hair, tying the ribbon at the nape of her neck and secured the top carefully with the bobby pins Rose had provided. He smiled and caressed her cheek when he was done. She turned her face to kiss his fingers, and then turned around to hug him with a contented sigh. 

When she let go of him, Luka picked up her carry-on from where she’d dumped it on the floor, and slung the strap over his shoulder. He put his arm around her shoulders and she pressed against his side. It felt so, so good to have her there again. He couldn’t help leaning over to press a kiss to the top of her head.

“Your public awaits,” he teased, to cover the sudden lump in his throat. “Let’s get your bags and get out of here before your dad decides to come look for you himself.” 

Marinette groaned. “He’s gone overboard, hasn’t he.”

“Mm…” Luka hesitated, and then relented. “Yeah, he really did. If it hadn’t been for your mom I’m pretty sure he would have closed the bakery so he could come get you himself. He’s probably already sitting at the window watching for us, so we better get a move on.”

[a-mad-scientist-approaches]

The Cipher Conspiracy (1)

Another fic! What is this! 

I had a massive brainwave some time ago, and this is what happened. A Gravity Falls Spy AU. 

I don’t know if the Spy AU in general belongs to anyone, let me know if it does, but this was kickstarted by @hntrgurl13‘s version (with a few changes, sorry, sorry) and that one story anon. My imagination was CAPTURED, I tell you.

Adeline Marks is @hntrgurl13‘s marvellous OC, and the Addiford ship belongs to @scipunk63.

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Chapter 1: Numero Uno

Sacramento, California (USA)    ∆

Stanley Pines knocked briefly on the office door before making his way inside and sitting familiarly in a chair. Not the comfy swivel chair behind the desk. That hadn’t been appreciated when he’d tried it.

“I’m finished for the day,” he said, stretching his arms out behind his head.

“Must be nice,” huffed Senior Special Agent Carla McCorkle of the FBI from over at her filing cabinet.

Oh. One of those days.

“Case not going well?”

“It would be, if one of these idiots could get me the right information, and not lead me on a wild goose chase TO THE PIZZA PARLOUR!” she finished in a shout, turning to direct it across the hall at the office opposite hers. A muffled (and maybe English-accented?) yell answered her, but the words couldn’t be discerned. Although Stan was pretty sure they weren’t polite.

He frowned. “You need me to teach that guy a lesson?”

“Believe me, I already did,” Carla flashed a malevolent grin and walked past him back to her desk.

“That’s my girl!” He took the opportunity to pat her butt. Instantly, she whipped around and gave him a death glare that made him quail. “Okay! Okay! Sorry!”

Not the time. Got it.

A tower of files was dumped on the desk, enough to obscure Carla when she sat down in the coveted swivel chair. Not for the first time, Stan was immensely glad that he had never completed the FBI training course. Best to leave the paperwork to people who actually had the patience to get through it, like Carla, or Fo-

“Y’know, we were getting so close. What the hell happened? Suddenly we can’t gain an inch on these guys!”

“These guys being the-” Stan stood up and looked at the name on the topmost file – “Cipher Wheel?”

“Yep. Whoever’s running the show goes by Bill Cipher, according to rumour. We don’t have anything concrete to back that up, though,”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Stan said easily. Carla grunted unhappily.

Time to break out the big guns, he decided.

He stepped between Carla and the desk, the chair rolling backwards. She didn’t look happy to have her work interrupted, but Stan was confident that that would change soon.

“I have a present for you,” he told her, putting his hands on the chair’s armrests.

“Pines,” she warned.

“You’ll enjoy it, I promise,”

“We’re at the FBI!”

He leaned closer. Before she could threaten to eject him from the building, he shoved a hand in his jacket pocket and brought out a white-petalled flower. While she stared at it, he tried to keep the smugness off his face.

“You lost your other one,” he shrugged, by way of explanation.

For the first time since she’d gotten to work, Carla laughed slightly.

Mission accomplished.

She took the flower and kissed him gently. “See you back home?”

“You know it, babe,”

As he was leaving, Stan gave a mock salute and said, “Until tomorrow, Special Agent McCorkle,”

“That’s Senior Special Agent McCorkle, Mr Pines,”

When Carla made it back to their apartment (a full three hours later than himself), she had the flower tucked behind her ear.

Manhattan, New York (USA)    ∆

“Fidds, what the hell happened?” Agent Adeline Marks stared in shock at her partner, who was covered from head to toe in muck. His normally green suit was completely brown and black.

With as much dignity as he could muster, Agent Fiddleford McGucket took off his glasses and wiped them clean, then placed them back on his long nose. “I’ve just crawled through five hundred heckin’ metres of basement to fix our gosh-darn processin’ system, and I don’t think it was worth it,”

Addi stared at him pityingly for a moment. “You could have waited for the clean-up crew to get rid of the mess down there,”

“I was getting frustrated, and I wasn’t sure they weren’t goin’ to reschedule again.” He sighed. “They wouldn’t keep doin’ that if they knew what our building was a cover for.”

Addi nodded, and Fiddleford knew she was wistfully reminiscing of the prioritisation they had had before their branch was supposedly shut down.

“Well anyway, you know we’ve got a meeting now? I think it’s a new assignment,” she said.

Fiddleford groaned as he looked down at himself, and then back at the mud trail he had left coming through the elevator doors. It had definitely not been worth it. A passing agent slipped in the tracks, papers flying everywhere.

“Alrighty, let’s get this over with,” Quickly, so I can have a shower.

They headed up to their boss’s floor.

Sacramento, California (USA)    ∆

“Hope you like fish! It’s all we had,” called Stan from the stove as Carla dumped her bag on the couch.

“Smells great,” she said in relief, wrapping her arms around him from behind and burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“Geez, you really need a holiday,” said Stan, knowing what the answer would be.

“Not until the case is done,” she mumbled.

“And then you gotta promise you’ll give it a rest for a while,”

“You betcha. I am so sick of these hours,”

They stayed like that for a little while, until Stan noticed the fish was burning. As he hurriedly took it off the heat and waved away the smoke, Carla sat down at the kitchen table and examined their mail.

“Bills, neighbours having a party tomorrow, more bills – huh. A postcard,”

“Well, I don’t have any friends – any who want to contact me anyway – and all yours live around here. So who’s it from?” Stan set a plate down in front of her.

“Doesn’t say, exactly.” She looked up at him curiously. “Take a look.” She passed it over as he sat down on the opposite side of the table.

The postcard showed a forest and a cliff-face with a waterfall running down it. In big orange and green block letters, the words ‘Gravity Falls’ were emblazoned across it.

“Never heard of it,” said Stan, and turned it over. He almost dropped it in shock. As Carla had said, there was no address, no message, not even a name. There was a drawing. A hand. A six-fingered hand.

He looked up at Carla. “Ford?”

“It looks like it,” she nodded, clasping her hands in front of her face. “It’s been, what, five years?”

Stan took a deep breath. “I – I’ve gotta-” He stood up and ran his hands through his hair, staring between her and the postcard helplessly.

“Yeah I know! Go!” Carla said, smiling widely and standing up as well. “Come on, you have to pack!”

Stan laughed incredulously as they raced to the bedroom. He was feeling simultaneously scared and overjoyed. Before Carla could extract his suitcase, he pulled her in for a hard kiss and hugged her tightly.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,”

“No, it’s okay, take your time. I think you’ll need to. He wouldn’t have contacted you unless he needed something,”

Well, that hurt. But she was right. It wasn’t Ford’s fault, not really, and truth be told they hadn’t exactly parted on the best of terms. He should be glad he was getting to see his brother at all.

“I should probably bring some cereal,”

“Good idea,”

Manhattan, New York (USA)    ∆

The Oracle Division had been created for the sole purpose of finding and eliminating the worldwide threat posed by an organisation known as the Cipher Wheel. The only problem was, as they soon found, no one had ever knowingly encountered an agent of this organisation. No one had ever admitted to having dealings with the organisation, even through a middle-man. There wasn’t even any evidence to back up the rumour that the head of the organisation’s name was Bill Cipher. So far, the only thing that the agency had managed to collect was a wide variety of symbols that the criminal underground had used in connection with the Cipher Wheel. Of course, they had so far led nowhere. Still, the government maintained that it existed.

So, due to the extreme lack of work available for the Oracle Division, it was a very small agency, and until anything to do with the Cipher Wheel was brought to their attention it was assigned other cases for efficiency purposes. Furthermore, as the Oracle Division was classified in an ultra-top-secret manner, it had to be hidden. Thus, why it had recently been relocated to a tiny five-storey building in Manhattan.

Adeline reflected on this as Fiddleford knocked on their director’s door. It was still surreal knowing they were the only field operatives in the whole agency.

“Come in,”

They entered.

“Well, agents, I’m sure you know – Fiddleford, are you okay?”

Fiddleford dripped onto the carpet. “Sorry ma’am, I was seein’ to the processing system,”

“Well, you have my thanks. It really did need something done for it. You’ll be hailed as a hero tomorrow.” The director smiled. “I’ll make this quick so you can go clean yourself up.”

“Thank you,” Fiddleford sighed.

“As I was saying, I’m sure you’ve guessed why you’re here,”

“You have a mission for us,” Addi said.

“Correct.” The tall, dark-skinned woman stood up from behind her desk and turned on a projector. An image of a bemused-looking woman appeared on the blank stretch of wall.

“This is Dr Jane Hansen. She is a chemist who has developed a new material with extraordinary refractive, reflective, and focal properties, called shimmern. This could be used to revolutionise the technological industry, for instance providing greater laser capabilities, enhancing computer operations, and creating a far cheaper way to manufacture stealth products.” The director nodded approvingly at Addi and Fiddleford’s raised eyebrows.

“Dr Hansen, however, is a very gentle soul who has insisted on using the only existing sample to create a fabulous piece of jewellery for her wife, which made our superiors rather frustrated,” the director said with a small smile.

The image changed to show a photo of Dr Hansen in her house, presenting a glittery, tear-shaped pendant on a silver chain to another woman. The picture was taken through the leaves of a bush.

“Aww,” said Addi. It was a very sweet scene, captured forever in an ethically questionable manner. “So, you want us to obtain that necklace?” she asked, switching back to professionalism.

“Of course. As well as the method she used to create it. We’ve been asked to hold onto it until our superiors have had a chance to study, and presumably replicate, it – as Dr Hansen has made it clear she has no interest allowing it to be used for weapons or stealth technology,” the director said with only the vaguest hint of approval.

“I assume the plans’re all stored electronically?” asked Fiddleford.

“Yes, Agent McGucket,”

“Then it’ll be an easy workday, ma’am,”

“Good to hear. Dr Hansen is planning on unveiling her creation at the Centro Congressi Giovanni XXIII Convention Centre in Italy five days from now. It will be a very classy event, so, Agent Marks, I assume you have some very classy clothes?”

Addi grinned at the director. She was looking forward to this assignment. “Of course, Jheselbraum,”

Gravity Falls, Oregon (USA)    ∆

Stan walked cautiously up the stairs to the porch of 618 Gopher Road. It was a very isolated house, nestled in a forest, and yet Stan couldn’t help but feel watched. Like there were eyes pointed at him from all directions. Considering this was apparently where Ford lived, though, that wasn’t exactly surprising. He’d probably been scanned no less than eighteen times since stepping out of the car.

Trying to convince himself that everything was fine, is fine, would be fine, he knocked on the door. It was flung open instantly, and he looked down the barrel of a gun.

His hand was coming up almost as soon as the door started opening. Stan slapped it away from his face and into his other hand where he flipped it around and caught it in a two-handed grip pointing at his opponent.

Ford beamed and said, “Well done, Stanley. It’s good to see you haven’t lost your skills.” Then he stood aside as though it was perfectly normal to brandish weapons at your family members.

“I’m fine, by the way.” Stan muttered as he stepped inside. “Might’ve pissed myself, but I’m fine.”

“I assume you found my message?” asked Ford, holding out his hand for the gun, which Stan wasn’t exactly eager to return.

“You mean the one written in invisible ink on the mysterious postcard with a cryptic drawing?”

“Yes, that one,”

“Yeah Ford, I found it. Been doing that since we were kids.” Stan rolled his eyes. “But an address and ‘Please come’? You had me worried, bro.”

“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much else I could say. I didn’t want to risk it falling into the wrong hands. By the way, you burnt that, didn’t you?”

Stan nodded. As they spoke, his eyes roamed around, taking in everything they could. Ford didn’t look like he was in any trouble. He seemed completely normal, if a bit manic, but he had been that way forever. At least he wasn’t in some deep danger like Stan had been had been fearing. Five years of silence, and then ‘Please come’? Worried was an understatement: he had almost had a heart failure.

The large room they were standing in was absolutely covered in things with Ford written all over them. Maybe even literally, if he had been indulging in the invisible ink. Technology, gadgets, weird substances in science beakers, it was all there.

Ford was looking at him oddly, with an awkward half-grin on his face like he wasn’t sure what else to say. Guess it was up to Stan to make the next move.

Crap.

He didn’t know what to do either. It was getting weird now. Should he try for a hug? No, that would make it even worse. Ford was still standing there, and now they were staring at each other. Just when Stan was on the verge of yelling “NON-SPECIFIC EXCUSE!” and making a break for it, his brother spoke up.

“So . . . you’re working for the FBI now?”

“Oh, er, you know about that?” Of course he does, it’s Ford. “And it’s more like with, not for. I’ve got connections and such, I know people. Useful for them, and I get paid when they need me, so I’m not complaining,”

Ford nodded, like this was exactly what he had wanted to hear. This is getting stranger by the minute.

“How did that happen?” This time, the question was genuinely curious, not prying for information, or confirmation, or whatever.

“Heh, well, remember Carla, from back in Glass Shard Beach? She works for ‘em now. Found me in California about four years ago, arrested me on a case, I put the moves on her,” he waggled his eyebrows and Ford snorted disbelievingly, “she couldn’t resist, and the rest is history.” Not exactly true. He’d completely fallen for her all over again as soon as she had laughed in recognition while handcuffing him. Then he’d bargained for a job and sold out his co-conspirators.

“It was surprising to learn you went back into law enforcement, or some semblance of it,” said Ford.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I just never would have expected it of you, especially after the way you gave up your training when we were both at the FBI,”

Stan frowned. “The way I gave it up?”

Ford tilted his head. “Well you didn’t exactly quit in a regular fashion,”

“I didn’t quit, they ran me off the property!”

“Yes, because you were idiot enough to accept a drunken bet and try to steal secure files! That practically sealed your life as a criminal!”

“Well let me remind you why I was off getting drunk that night. A certain high-paying job offer from a shady government agency ring a bell?”

“Stanley, we have had this conversation before. They offered you the exact same deal!”

“Which you were all too eager to accept! A deal, by the way, which included completely cutting off all ties with family and friends,”

They were glaring at each other now, and were unconsciously tensing for a fight. Things had gotten heated even more rapidly than Stan had expected.

“That was not a permanent arrangement, Stanley, as is clear from your presence here right now,”

“It’s the principle of the thing that matters, Ford! You just upped and ditched me, like you couldn’t wait to get rid of me!”

“You’re talking to me about principles and ditching? The last time I saw you was five years ago, when you led the FBI to my apartment after attempting to steal from them, broke in, yelled at me while grabbing all my cereal, and then climbed out the window! I am assuming that was all deliberate, as when the FBI kicked down my door they thought I was you and arrested me!”

“Well, in your words, that wasn’t a ‘permanent arrangement’ and they sorted it out eventually,”

They lapsed into silence, the air between them practically sizzling. Stan had said enough, had had enough. He’d come here to help Ford if he could, and he’d hoped to maybe patch things up, but it didn’t look as though Ford was all that inclined t-

“I didn’t mean to abandon you, Stan,” Ford admitted, frowning angrily at him. Stan blinked. Carla’s words immediately came to him: he wouldn’t have contacted you unless he needed something. However, if this was a ploy to get his help, it was pretty sincere.

“Although your actions didn’t make it easy to apologise. Furthermore, taking my cereal was incredibly petty.” Ford waited, looking closely at him, seeing how he would respond. Stan was tempted to start up another argument over Ford’s hypocrisy in calling him petty – he wasn’t the one still sore about cereal. Instead, he was reminded forcefully of his brother as a kid, and what one of his first thoughts had been to do when he thought he’d gotten a chance to see Ford again. He’d been half-convinced he never would, what with the super-secret job Ford had taken.

Stan pulled a box of cereal out of his bag and handed it mutely to his brother, who stared.

And stared some more.

And laughed. And pulled him into a hug.

“It’s good to see you again,”

“Yeah, you too bro,”

Well that was easy.

Ford gave him a tour of the house. As he memorised the layout of it, Stan noticed that Ford didn’t seem able to confine his inventions to the main workroom – and they were Ford’s inventions. Stan guessed his brother’s brain was the main reason he had attracted attention from the government.

“Ford, not that I’m complaining, but why am I really here?”

Ford grinned and stepped back into the workroom. He picked a thick, red-bound book off a bench. “For this,”

Stan took the book. It had a gold, six-fingered hand emblazoned on it, similar to the one on the post-card. He opened it to where it was bookmarked.

All the words were in code, but it was a code he and Ford had used since they were kids. It was like a second language to Stan, and he read it easily.

“What’s shimmern?” he asked, looking at a hand-drawn picture of a pendant on a chain.

“A new kind of material.” Ford had an excited look in his eyes. “There’s only one sample in existence, in fact. My assignment is to appropriate, and eventually replicate, it. You’re here because I want your help,”

Stan noticed with some elation that Ford had specifically said “want” not “need”.

“This would be much easier with you, Stan. Like you already said, you have contacts. You’re good with people, not to mention you haven’t lost the skills you had five years ago,”

“I’m in,” said Stan without hesitation. “but don’t you have a partner to help you out? Pretty sure that’s what’s supposed to happen when you work for the government.”

Ford cleared his throat. “That’s not how we do things. Our missions are carried out entirely without assistance from other agents. There’s less chance of a leak that way,”

No matter what his brother’s test scores said, to Stan, Ford was as easy to read as a child’s book.

“Ford . . . you do work for the government, don’t you?”

His brother shifted now, not even attempting to lie under Stan’s scrutiny. “You don’t have to worry, we aren’t working against anyone. We’re primarily research-based,”

“What kind of research needs highly-trained field agents with no connections?”

“I’ve told you all I can,” Ford said firmly, with a hint of apology.

Ever since he and Ford had both been made an offer during the training course for the FBI, Stan had assumed it had been some sort of government branch, the CIA or something. However, the more he thought about, there was absolutely nothing to support this assumption. In short, Ford had him worried. Again.

Even more reason to stick close to him then.

“Okay, I’m still on board. How do we get this thing?”

“Italy, five days from now. We have a party to attend,” Ford said mischievously, and again Stan was reminded of the plans they’d come up with as kids, specifically the more notorious ones.

“I’m gonna need my fake IDs again,”

∆

“Hey Fordsy, how’d it go?” Bill Cipher said, sitting ramrod straight in Ford’s desk chair and swivelling around in it as the elevator doors opened to the basement.

“Good,” Ford replied. “We’re ready for the assignment. Or we will be soon. Stan has to sort a few things out first,”

When he’d first met his employer, Ford had been slightly disturbed by his too-wide smile, eyes that blinked less than a person’s normally would, and far more familiar demeanour than befitted the director of a shadow organisation. Now, he knew it was just one of Bill’s quirks.

“I hope you understand how lenient I’m being, letting your brother in on this. Not that I have anything against him, swell guy I’m sure, but of all the people to choose . . . I mean, really? Didn’t he used to be a bit – what’s the word? Oh yeah. Impulsive. Reckless. Untrustworthy. Take your pick. From what I’ve seen, smart guy, you are far more capable on your own. I don’t want him dragging you down or anything, numero uno,”

“Stan was just angry before. I promise that he will be more focused on this, and he will be a valuable asset,” Ford assured him quickly. It had taken over a year for Bill to come around to the idea of letting Stan meet up with him, and Ford was sure he had only agreed because he knew how ridiculously stubborn Ford could be.

Or because it was affecting your work.

The thought was immediately brushed away. Bill was right to be concerned about Stan. The organisation he had built was founded on levels of secrecy unlike any Ford had previously encountered. Any breach of that could bring it all crashing down. So yes, allowing Ford to bring someone in was a risk, he understood that. And so what if Bill had only agreed because their argument five years ago was eating away at Ford enough to disturb his performance in the field and the lab? That just proved how much Bill trusted, valued,and even cared, about him.

“Alright Sixer, we’ll try this your way. Just keep the objective in sight, you know what I mean?”

If there was one thing Ford was certain about in his line of work, it was that Bill Cipher was a good guy.

“Yes sir,”

[ulyssesredux]

Cyclops

Thanks Carrier I will be in Maryland this afternoon for a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote who are dead and many for a long time. I like best about Rex Tillerson is that he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all types of foreign governments. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. I made a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a father, trying to come back. It will only get worse.

Hillary's wars in the Middle-East. And what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him in Irish and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. That's quite true. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the top secret report he Obama was presented? Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. —I had half a crown myself, says Terry. Says little Alf.

Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs in the U.S.

—And here she is, says Alf.

Wow, the ratings are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop.

Hillary's been failing for 30 years-why didn't she do them? I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel Pisser was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a strong push from Crooked Hillary, who tried so hard, was unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C.

Made all of my friends and supporters in Virginia.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

May in Washington in the Spring.

#Debate One of my first primary victory, to discuss terror and the horrible events of yesterday.

Hundred to five.

Bill Kristol has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but if I win, all of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Biggest of all crowds expected, see you there! Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the pleasant countenance. —Na bacleis, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he.

I have not heard any of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I want guns brought into the school classroom. But fear not, the dishonest media report the facts! We will bring back our dreams!

—Ah, well, says Joe.

God, he gave him one last puck in the wind, Queensberry rules and all, made him puke what he never ate. But fear not, the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

It is being reported by virtually everyone, and is a fact, says John Wyse.

I call him.

Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Winter White House Mar-a-Lago for our great country. When is long John going to hang that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders.

Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized.

—Three cheers for Israel!

That's the whole secret. HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Eh, mister! Wow, the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails. It will only go further down under Clinton. Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard. The metrical system of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he is not compos mentis.

Hundred to five! Then he was telling us there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on with a shoehorn.

Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! A GREAT GUY!

Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the Democrats-the system is rigged. Terrible! This very moment. So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! Says he, snivelling, the finest purest character. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are sadly weak on immigration. Look forward to going to Indiana on Thursday to make a better deal for the Cuban people, the Cuban/American people and the U.S. And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, and with all that money spent against me!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And the bloody dog: After him, boy! If Cory Booker is the future of our country.

Crooked Hillary Clinton will be a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/a free & ind UK.

—We are a long time. —Repeat that dose, says Joe. Could a swim duck?

If he doesn't he should drop out of race. —For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen. Our economy will sing again. Larches, firs, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast. The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley. Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character.

#VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who let us all down, is now telling the Republican Party can come together and win this election. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. When I said in an interview that Putin is not going into Ukraine, you can mark it down, I am the only candidate who is self-funding.

Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to speak out against Radical Islam.

News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton has bad judgement.

The proceedings then terminated.

Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up by women many already proven false and pushed big time by press, have impact! And J.J. and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. Where is he till I murder him? Governor of California and even worse on the Apprentice … but at least he tried hard! Bernie voters who want to fix our rigged system and bring back our jobs. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the tip.

Isn't it a shame that the person who will have by far the most delegates and many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, and yet am not being treated properly by the Republican Party. I will be going to New Hampshire today, home of my first primary victory, to discuss terror and the horrible events of yesterday. 8 MILLION. —Well, says J.J., a postcard is publication.

The V.P. a joke!

Says I. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom.

100% wrong along with Obama, is now telling the Republican Party.

—He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy, poor little Willy Dignam? —Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist?

And says Bob Doran.

It has been a highlight of my stay in Indiana. I will beat Hillary! Looks like yet another terrorist attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. —Still running, says he. A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with her e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the United States for years.

Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, where the crowd was incredible. Collector of bad and doubtful debts. That ends when I am President! The maids of honour, Miss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the bride, wore very becoming costumes in the same place for the past five years. Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed! Why? So funny, Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. He will be greatly strengthened and our borders will be strong. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know Putin, have no deals in Russia, and the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and the said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be the president! Don't be talking! So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they swore by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury street. They ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. A GREAT GUY!

What is your nation if I may ask?

Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that.

You what?

Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who also knew of the Brussels attack, is no longer a Bernie Sanders political revolution. Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Really good meeting, great chemistry. Because, you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Busy day planned in New York-a one night stay in Scotland.

Very much enjoyed my tour of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job done by the RNC and all.

How dare you, sir, I'll make no order for payment. I won't mention any names, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. It was so great being in Nebraska last week.

I will say about Rep. Never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates.

How bad is the New York Times—the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Was there to support son Clinton is trying to say that he would respect the results of—during a general election.

—En ventre sa mère, says J.J.—Do you call that a man?

—Because, you see.

—Yes, says Bloom. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.

—But, says Bloom. True for you, says Joe.

What is going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. France and Spain, the wild geese. Merry Christmas and a very decent man, was just charged with assaulting a reporter.

—As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse.

I will fix it, they do the typical political thing and BLAME.

And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick.

With his name in Stubbs's. —You? A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. Says Joe, God between us and harm. Be tough, R's!

And Bloom explaining he meant on account of the … And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other learned professions. The new joke in town is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails and DNC disrespect. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what to do with a wedding reception.

We want no more strangers in our house.

Just cannot believe a judge would put our country in such peril.

Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. Collector of bad and doubtful debts. Klook.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Can't believe she would misrepresent the facts!

Or who is he?

Questioned by his earthname as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. U.S. instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico.

Any civilisation they have they stole from us. Our law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster-is imploding fast!

Give it a name, citizen, says Joe. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers. Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, says Joe. Stay tuned!

Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein.

There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. Even though Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

The men came to handigrips. My supporters are far tougher if they want to be, but fortunately they are not hostile. I would have gotten 10 million more votes than she did! Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the burning and crime infested inner-cities, they want TRUMP!

Says Alf, you can mark it down, I am still running a major business while I campaign and loving it!

Also backed Jeb. This is Nixon/Watergate.

—God's truth, says Alf.

Says Ned. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! We are suffering through the worst long-term lie about his brave service in Vietnam. Hard to believe that Bernie Sanders would have won the Democratic nomination if it were not for striking oil, they would be scorned & called terrible names! Now let us all down in the last 70 years. It is being reported by virtually everyone, and is a fact, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. And all down the form. She'd have won the money only for the other dog. Supreme Court!

END!

And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar. —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen.

This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence.

No new deals will be done during my term s in office. I we broke the all-time record for most votes gotten in a Republican Primary-by a lot? Everybody is talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. I want toughness & vigilance. Terrible! Turnberry, and its great Ailsa Course. Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. And moreover, says J.J. Today will be fun!

Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March.

I will bring back our wealth-and we will win! Very unfair!

#Debate We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a much more beautiful set than the Democratic Convention. Getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

You love a certain person. A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. —Amen, says the citizen. The man that got away James Stephens.

Once again someone we were told is ok turns out to be a weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all to end!

But small is good, flexible, save money and number one! —Is it Paddy? I WON! Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.

Hundred to five. Both are looking good and doing a great job at the border.

It is so pathetic that the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the 116% hike in Arizona. Says Joe, handing round the boose. Big rally in Anaheim.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just announced that he is selling out! He wants four more years of Obama or worse!

The people of our country, is ridiculous and will be saved on military and other purchases after January 20th. Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump.

Did Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. In light of the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be weak and open-and let the Muslims flow in.

I have ZERO investments in Russia. —Holy Wars, says Joe, handing round the boose. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who lied on heritage.

Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the fact that I conceived it with Mark B & have a big WIN in November, paving the way for many great Supreme Court Justices was very well recieved.

The mimber? In my opinion an action might lie.

—Right, says Ned.

Love, moya!

They don't look presidential to me! Crooked Hillary Clinton is a disaster and 2017 will be the best by far in fighting terror.

A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble.

—Holy Wars, says Joe. So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and he starts talking with Joe, telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow.

#MAGA! And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again and all to that.

The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.

Give the paw, doggy! The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.

But those that came to the land of bondage. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. Arrah, bloody end to the paw he'd paw and Alf trying to keep him in drinks. I am reading that the great border WALL will cost more than the government originally thought, but I never did lie!

WIN!

—How now, fellow? GO FLORIDA! Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate?

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! That's not life for men and women, insult and hatred. Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York. —Do you call that a man?

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency. Insulted. And another one: Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga.

This very moment. We are with you in every way!

—How now, fellow?

We are going to collude in order to fully focus on running the country in order to be with the great Bobby Knight who last night endorsed me at 12:00 this afternoon.

And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa.

The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the entire opinion, the panel did not bother even to cite this the statute.

—Good health, Ned, says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses.

Only a question of time Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street. While I believe I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than 1237 delegates, it is true-Carlos Slim, the great squaw Victoria, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. I am President! I've a pain laughing. And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst. And the rest nowhere. When will our so-called judge, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our midst.

Paul Ryan & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. The media lies to make it sound bad or foolish. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze. —Nannan's going too, says Bloom.

And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody establishment. We had a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Says I to Lenehan. —What?

Many dead and injured.

—A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him a yard long for more.

Mister Knowall.

Adonai! Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our democracy.

Nice!

Distance no object. But what did we ever get for it?

Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. Does nothing. 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

North Korea just stated that Donald Trump has taken a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and he covered with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to be our president! —Why not?

Don't you know he's dead? Crooked Hillary. O God, I've a pain laughing. The metrical system of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught. Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him right in the corner behind the barrel, and the haters are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no problem! Your God was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

—Was it you did it, Alf?

The blessing of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. Look what is happening to our country under the WEAK leadership of Obama and our country will never come back. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. —O, by God, says Ned. —Bestir thyself, sirrah!

I have raised for the vets, I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money advanced on note of hand. She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests.

—Who tried the case? And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of the Barmecides.

Sen. McCain should not be allowed!

Going now to Texas. Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the Year-a great honor to be the president! The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted! ISIS, China, Russia, ISIS and all of my points. Just leaving D.C. What? He's over all his troubles. Here, citizen. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. So J.J. ordered the drinks.

I am not mandated to do this under the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of deathless Leda. Tremendous crowds and spirit. Also, Crooked Hillary hates her!

Tim Kaine has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been pushing hard to get it approved.

So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, looking for you. Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on the economy and jobs. Where are the Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? We need unity & leadership. I am asking the chairs of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it.

Many reports that I will be leaving my great business in total in order to be with the great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. H. If the ban were announced with a one week notice, the bad would rush into our country from certain areas, while our people are far more vulnerable, as we wait for what should be EASY D!

The citizen made a grab at the letter. Today at 3:00 P.M. W. And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have no choice but to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the people of the great comments on the debate last night.

Another horrific attack, this time in Germany.

In getting the endorsement of the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! —Raimeis, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. NO FEDERAL FUNDS? —True for you, says I. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. When I said in an interview that Putin is not going into Ukraine, you can cod him up to the two eyes. Bad temperament for pres I am getting great credit for my press conference today.

How is your testament? After today, Crooked Hillary called African-American voters-but they are fading fast! And Bloom letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody thicklugged sons of whores' gets! Good health, citizen. A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! That's quite true. Prior to the election it was well known that I have interests in properties all over the bed and the two shawls screeching laughing at one another. Working hard! What's that? Have you got an old testament?

Yes, says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says he.

—Ay, Blazes, says Alf.

Isn't he a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope.

Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to get him to sit down on the buttend of a gun.

Finally, in the course of which he swallowed several knives and forks, amid hilarious applause from the girl hands.

And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and the other learned professions. Hole. #MAGA Well, now they're saying that I not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night the big debate. No, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction.

How are the mighty fallen!

—After him, Garry! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—Yes, says Bloom. Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our country cousins of whom there were large contingents. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly. What?

The media is spending more time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. He will, says Joe, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. The irony is that the loss by the Dems was so big that they are very smart and very vigilant. Course it was a bloody barney.

I'm thinking. Tomorrow's events will be amazing! Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it. For that matter so are we.

L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up.

It was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton and her team were extremely careless in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information.

Spoke to U.K. Or also living in different places. —Well, he's going off by the mailboat, says Joe. So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Three cheers for Israel! Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she is saying we need her to lead. To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. I.

—Nannan's going too, says Joe. But where is he? They can't! —Nannan's going too, says Joe. Force One on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary and Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get better as we continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin our big tax cut!

A bit off the top.

Crooked Hillary despite the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails?

'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. —Give us a squint at her, says I, in his gloryhole, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Will CNN send its cameras to the border to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—or are they worried it will hurt Hillary?

—Look at him, says Alf. Such a beautiful and important evening! —And the tragedy of it is, says Alf. Says Joe, throwing down the letters. I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they knew it.

News. —It's on the march, says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last time. Crooked Hillary Clinton will be forced out of the interment arrangements. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. It is Clinton and Sanders people who disrupted my rally in Chicago-and then they say I must talk to my people. Gone but not forgotten.

But do you know what that means. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. A lot to talk about the massive drug problem there, and all countries, fight back? We are winning and the press is refusing to report it. Bernie people will fight. Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting.

The unfortunate yahoos believe it.

Five people killed in Washington State by a Middle Eastern immigrant. This Week with George S this morning.

—check w/local officials for details & VOTE! Many dead and injured. Visszontlátásra! —Isn't that a fact, that the media pile on against me is the worst president in U.S. history? Paper has lost its way!

Says the citizen.

Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself says I. Nice! Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many Syrians as possible. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. I'm sure that will be all right, citizen, says Joe, haven't we had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead?

#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a disaster. O, by God, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

More power, citizen. Little Michael Bloomberg, who never fought in Vietnam when he said that Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! The Intelligence briefing on so-called Obama years.

Things are looking good!

Taking what belongs to us by right. Many people are equating BREXIT, and what is going on?

It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you see? M.B. loves a fair gentleman. I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a political campaign. Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us yet? The league told him to ask a question tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the park. —By Jesus, says I, in his fight to lead the DNC, is that he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all types of foreign governments. Where are our missing twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost tribes? We cannot allow this horror to continue!

Too bad! Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier.

Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.

To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois.

Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Having a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. Old Whatwhat. Breen, says Alf.

Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary. Myler came on looking groggy. He is, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. —As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. My son, Eric, will no longer be allowed to raise money! Thank you to Eli Lake of The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Politics! Very strange!

No, says I. Now, don't you see, says Bloom. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

The exhibition, which is the result of years of training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse. Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she made up things that I said or believe but have no basis in fact. Can't allow lightweights to set up a spoiler Indie candidate!

Guilty-cannot run. Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is? It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Try again!

All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive. Dignam, says Alf.

He changed it by deedpoll, the father did.

Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

We just had the worst jobs report since 2010. Says J.J.—We don't want him, says he. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. Says I.

Hillary.

Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the shop. Christ, only five … What?

And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and, by Jesus, he took the last swig out of the pop.

Hello, Bloom, says he, and I doubledare him.

Raised a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off. Says he. Also, Crooked Hillary will not win.

He is turning out to be a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the choice of Tim Kaine, who represents the opposite of hatred. Rigged system! —And the wife with typhoid fever! He will be a disaster for jobs and the economy!

In reply to a question as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that he had written in order to keep me from getting the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M.

What Garry? Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill.

Any amount of money to NATO & the United States for years. If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House wait so long to act? From day one I said that I want to see the citizen. And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the court a moment to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk. Time and on-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if Martin is there.

Gob, they ought to drown him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the pop. —Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he.

I tell you what.

And Bloom, of course, totally rigged. Politically correct fools, won't even call it what it is-RADICAL ISLAM! —Wine of the country, says he.

U.p: up. As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse.

The water rate, Mr Boylan. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. I had half a crown.

Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts. Democrats would have their convention in Pennsylvania where her husband and her killed so many people in Germany said just before crime, by God's will we will slaughter you. —Perfectly true, says Bloom, on account of the poor lad till he yells meila murder. Do the people of Indiana. It will fall of its own weight-be careful! That is horrifying. —Persecution, says he, I dare him, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb.

Poll numbers way up-making big progress!

Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz.

The endorsement of me by the establishment, my numbers continue to go up in America. Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint.

Obama's brother, Malik, just announced that he wants the people of Indiana. We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. What I mean is …—Sinn Fein!

—Holy Wars, says Joe.

Hillary will not win.

Thank you.

—What's your opinion of the times? There is great unity in my campaign, perhaps greater than ever before. More power, citizen. Wow! And mournful and with a heavy focus on jobs & illegal imm!

Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. Encouraged by this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her ardour to reach.

Looking forward to it. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to name the day, and was accepted on the spot.

Says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me.

You should have seen long John's eye. Phenomenon!

Guilty-cannot run. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad job as Governor of California and even worse on the Apprentice … but at least he tried hard! I hope I'm not …—No, says Joe.

Many reports that I will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-righteous hypocrites.

You're a rogue and I'm another. I have been doing from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me.

She should be ashamed of herself for the fraudulent editing of her doc.

U.p: up on it to take a li … And he started laughing. The Theater must always be a safe and special place. —No, says Martin, we're ready. —Pass, friends, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. Is that really a fact?

Leaving now for a one night stay in Scotland.

These are extremely dangerous people and should not be allowed to run-guilty as hell. He changed it by deedpoll, the father did.

Klook Klook. I think the markets are on a Twitter rant.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a very weak Senator, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American she would be nothing today. —Show us over the drink, says I, I'll be in for the last ten minutes. He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan Lamh Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the deathless gods. #Trump2016 Heading to Phoneix.

Blazes doing the tootle on the flute.

And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the wife's admirers. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the subsheriff's for a lark. For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen.

I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a rally at the steps of The Supreme Court and mic did not work a mess-just like Dem party! I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw him before I met you, says I.

BREXIT with big dollar ads.

Since November 8th, Election Day, the Stock Market has posted $3.

African-American community: The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, high crime, poor schools, no jobs, no safety. Landing in Phoenix now.

Remember, I am the only candidate who is self-funding.

I, says Joe, reading one of the letters. That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. Set of dancing masters! Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton is a disaster and 2017 will be the destruction of civilization as we know it! The economy is bad and her decision making ability-zilch!

She is strong and doing very well in Michigan and Mississippi!

We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking about bunions. Why didn't these people vote? With his name in Stubbs's. Hillary.

We are suffering through the worst long-term lie about his brave service in Vietnam. Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. Their syphilisation, you mean, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

—Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan. Hillary Clinton knew that her husband wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you see, because on account of the … And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other give him a leg over the stile.

We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. I never met but spoke against me last night, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, and it will only get worse. It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. His rightwiseness. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Big rally in Anaheim. Love, moya! And has the ability to get things done. I am working hard, even on Thanksgiving, trying to muck out of it: Or also living in different places. That's not life for men and women of our country. Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to name the day, and was accepted on the spot.

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.

I mean the opposite of hatred.

From this moment on, it’s going to be a weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all to end! We have Paul Ryan, had a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty. The people get it!

There is nothing like the spirit in that stadium. Things are looking good and doing a fantastic job, will be fun! I'd train him by kindness, so I would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. Mark for a softnosed bullet. Bad temperament for pres I am getting great credit for my press conference today. Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted. Leaked e-mails, resignation of boss and the beat down of a big player. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate.

Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! Heading to D.C. to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. —They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf.

Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

Old Whatwhat.

Says I to Lenehan.

There was a time I was as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he till I murder him?

—Will you try another, citizen? Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old one with the winkers on her, no less. #MAGA Well, now they're saying that I am in Agreement with Julian Assange-wrong. And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick.

—Foreign wars is the cause of it. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to? 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. And butter for fish. Violent crime is rising across the United States. —Paddy Dignam dead!

—Not there, my child, says he.

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? The Republican National Committee had strong defense!

The system is rigged against him.

Taxpayers are paying a fortune for the use of Air Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN!

#MDW Don't believe the biased and phony media quoting people who work for my campaign. Says Joe.

And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my support during his primary I gave, he won, then dropped me over locker room remarks! I just got off the phone with the great people of Guam! Pocahontas, pretended to be a person who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad judgement-Bernie said the same thing! And Joe asked him would he have another. How to defeat radical Islam. False reporting, and plenty of it-but we will get it done anyway! Thank you, Florida!

How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?

—And so say all of us, says Jack Power. Frailty, thy name is Sceptre.

While under no obligation to do so, I will terminate deal. So J.J. ordered the drinks. Look at here. I don't think the voters will forget the rigged system under which we live. —Na bacleis, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. Berkeley does not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people with a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? No games! —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf.

Also, deductibles are so high that it is practically useless. Will, one of the least productive Senator in the U.S. The answer is in the negative. —Yes, that's the man, says he.

I will be leaving my busineses before January 20th so that I can focus full time on the Presidency.

Intelligence stated very strongly there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results. No security. Totally made up nonsense to steal the election. Big protest march in Colorado on Friday afternoon! The metrical system of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone. So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts reading them out: Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son.

Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just stated that it is just a club for people to get together and piece together a great healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE.

Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up-I won in a massive landslide.

GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid protesters are proving the point of Bennett's jaw. Cheers.—There's the man, says Joe.

The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. —Some people, says Bloom. Sinn Fein! —Love, says Bloom. —Whose admirers? If my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who lost the election, if that were me it would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting.

Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. —There he is again, says Joe. A total lie-and taken over during O term!

What a great day campaigning in Connecticut. Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House wait so long to act?

Spoke to U.K. What is it? Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for Hillary. —I will, for trading without a licence, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. So I saw there was going to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Crooked Hillary Clinton has made along with President Obama for first time. —I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm telling you.

The Mayor of San Jose did a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Tune in!

What will you have? General John Allen, who I have known for a long time. Both Ted Cruz and John Kasich have no path to victory, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fight against ISIS. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc. It is so pathetic that the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in place, the longest such delay in the history of politics-b/c of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will renegotiate NAFTA.

Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Winter White House Mar-a-Lago for our great election victory. A new radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. —Bloom, says he. Or also living in different places. —Half and half I mean, says the citizen.

You're sure?

Crooked Hillary's bad judgement forced her to announce that I have chosen Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York-a one night trip to Scotland in order to be at the Grand Opening of my great Turnberry Resort.

From the belfries far and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance.

The beginning of the end was the horrible Iran deal, and now our own people are killing our police.

I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! He will be greatly strengthened and our borders will be strong.

Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring great jobs to Colorado and the whole country.

—Never better, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling. Nothing ever happened with any of these women.

—Why not? Three cheers for Israel! Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. The final Wisconsin vote is in and guess what-we just picked up an additional 131 votes. New Hampshire-will be talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and other things!

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! I won't mention any names, says Alf, you can cod him up to the business end of a gun. —What's on you, says the citizen.

—Ten thousand pounds, says Alf. This very instant. Martin asked me to go to my events.

—What's that?

—Who said Christ is good? Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders.

Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the nuptial mass, played a new and striking arrangement of Woodman, spare that tree at the conclusion of the service. How half and half?

—And Bass's mare?

She is reckless and dangerous!

Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i hanged …—Show us over the drink, says I.

The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmuring fondly Sheila, my own.

A lot of bad dudes out there! Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the best man for it. Actually, she has made so many mistakes-and I mean real monsters!

Be careful Bernie, or my supporters will go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the swearing in.

Says the citizen.

—Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? Says Joe. We will win on the first ballot and are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged against him.

—Devil a much, says I, your very good health and song. Thank you Hawaii! Phthook!

If the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the truly great business leaders of the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to be Secretary of State. The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. Persecuted.

—They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf.

Things are looking great, and getting major things done! With his name in Stubbs's. I.

I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Says the citizen. Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on terror.

—Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly.

Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt. —There's hair, Joe, says I. Their deadly coil they grasp: yea, and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord. Very racist! And begob what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye.

—Well, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another.

—Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse. —Save you kindly, says J.J. It implies that he is not compos mentis. Phthook!

—Not a word, doing the little lady.

Bernie voters who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Any civilisation they have they stole from us. 8, she's out! Ow! I will bring jobs back and get wages up. We can be great! He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg.

Always speaks badly of his many bosses, including Obama. Love, moya!

—Circumcised? On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. That's not life for men and women of our country.

His rightwiseness.

Company to stay in the U.S. Stay safe! —Here, says he.

Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects.

Says the citizen. —just another dishonest politician. Will know soon! Thinking of victims, their families and all Americans!

—What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last time. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs.

Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady. To a great and brave man-thank you! And my wife has the typhoid. Says the citizen. Bernie Sanders has done such a complete fold.

Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. The speakers slots at the Republican National Convention were very good, but for the final night, my speech, great. Many people dead and wounded.

And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole wide world. All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time of day with old Troy of the D.M.P. at the corner of Chicken lane—old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in order to fully focus on running the country in order to fully focus on running the country in order to elect Crooked Hillary!

Says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?

Hillary Clinton’s open borders are tearing American families apart.

The Great State of Michigan was just certified as a Trump WIN giving all of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts gassing out of him.

I would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. That covers my case, says Joe.

I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech.

He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, laughing. Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. Right, sir. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories. —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, staring out. Phenomenon!

Crooked Hillary should not be president. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the King, has died.

The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. Various media outlets and pundits say that I thought I was a racist! Talking about violent exercise, says Alf. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Only one, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral. Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone.

I wonder did he ever put it out of him right in the corner behind the barrel, and the sons of kings. Only a fool would believe that the meeting between Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no pictures. The media and establishment want me out of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted! —Bestir thyself, sirrah! Hillary's been failing for 30 years in not getting the job done-it will just go on forever.

Pocahontas is at it again. We are already winning again, America! This was a big mistake, change your vote in six states. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sorry Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival.

Says John Wyse. Was it you did it, Alf? It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H.J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body.

Bernie. Obvious long ago! All of my Cabinet nominee are looking good and doing a fantastic job last night. Sad to watch. —Yes, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. —That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen. There are no sources, they are just made up lies!

The Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer a Bernie Sanders political revolution. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. Governor of California and even worse on the Apprentice … but at least he tried hard!

A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption? Go out and vote on Tuesday-and he was just given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton!

A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and his own kidney too. All of that work, energy and money, and nothing to show for it! —I think the markets are on a rise, says he.

But begob I was just round at the courthouse, says he, and I doubledare him.

Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. I.

Humane methods.

The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis. Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up.

That ends when I am President! —Yes, says Alf.

We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

—Some people, says Bloom. So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the computer servers? Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. —Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe. Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to be president.

When will we learn? Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would. I will be in Alabama for last rally! Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a career that is totally based on a lie. All of my Cabinet nominee are looking good and doing a great job-under budget!

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme.

You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. There will be a success too. A true General's General!

She is a very dishonest person!

You what? Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. One on the campaign trail by President Obama and Crooked Hillary. It will only go with and report a story in a negative light.

Jesus, he did. Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my campaign manager and a very, very Happy New Year to everyone!

—What are you doing round those parts? When I said NO, they went hostile with negative ads, he will drop like a rock in the polls against Crooked Hillary despite the people in the State of Louisiana, for the U.S.Senate.

Nice!

Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted is when he has to get his delegates from the Republican bosses. Who's dead? If he comes just say I'll be back in a second.

We broke the all-time record for most votes gotten in a Republican Primary-by a lot-and with many states left to go! Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not merely transferring power from one Administration to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. Cried the last speaker. Today will lose readers! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

His last term as Mayor was a disaster! And all came with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes, trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys, dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives, soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches, forceps, stags' horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns.

How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

I really enjoyed the debate last night.

Wow, Ted Cruz got booed off the stage, didn't honor the pledge! I wouldn't sell for half a crown. —Who?

I never met but spoke against me last night, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, and it is only getting worse. —Off with you, says Joe.

Ted Cruz got booed off the stage, didn't honor the pledge!

Too bad Bernie flamed out If the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! If they don't name the sources, the sources don't exist. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff. Wisconsin until the election.

A great American, Kurt Cochran, was killed in the London terror attack. Just saw Crooked Hillary and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with Obama, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just blown up.

Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals, broken borders, police and law enforcement professionals of our country will be forgotten no longer. Says Terry. To hell with them! Crooked Hillary Clinton, I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him so he has to get his hat on him, swearing by the holy Moses he was stuck for two quid. Wow, this is finally your chance for a great plan! Airports a total disaster! Drop out LYIN' Ted. Crooked Hillary. I tell you? Nice, France. Jesus, he near throttled him. He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act that time as a rogue and I'm another.

The man that got away James Stephens. Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax. The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis.

—No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my campaign promise.

Same old stuff, our country needs change! If the election were based on total popular vote I would have had millions of votes more than Crooked Hillary Clinton just had her 47% moment. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine together. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution. I got the questions? —Never better, a chara, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle.

Is it Paddy? —How now, fellow?

—old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court. 7 months. Run Bernie, run. So I saw there was going to be in a hell of a hurry.

He is far smarter than Harry R and has the ability to get things done. Kaine is, and always very short stamina. Bernie said the same thing! 8 MILLION. I will be watching the election results. How can she run? And he let a volley of oaths after him.

Dignam dead?

Says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. What? I will be having a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Mind C.K. doesn't pile it on. We are in very good shape!

Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice.

Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to get the handwriting examined first. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the bloody establishment. People must remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction. It was a fight to a finish and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. Says he, for ten thousand pounds.

The Irish Independent, if you know what a nation means?

The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. There you are, says Alf. Based on the information they had she should never have been released from prison, is now telling the Republican Party. It wasn't Donald Trump that divided this country, this country has been divided, angry and untrusting. —Where is he? P … And he doubled up. Says Crofton or Crawford.

And so say all of us, says Jack. Unless you catch hackers in the act, it is about keeping bad people with bad intentions, can come into U.S.? It is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in place, the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. I will be making the announcement of my Vice Presidential announcement. My supporters are far tougher if they want to do business in our country, I have won all debates After the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others should be looking into is the leaking of Classified information. His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. Any civilisation they have they stole from us. And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of Bloom the dentist? —Ah, well, says Alf. Prayers and condolences to all of my points.

Thank you to everyone for all of the great job done by the RNC and all. No matter what Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, the phony media will exclaim it to be incredible.

I am the only one fear-mongering!

—I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says I.

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Germany.

The Unaffordable Care Act will soon be calling me MR. —Off with you, says the citizen, the subsidised organ.

—Tell that to a fool, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the inauguration, but look what they did for Hillary, NOTHING.

Very very unfair! #Trump2016 This was a big mistake, change your vote in six states. Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is almost unanimous, I WON! Most importantly, she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT! It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you see, because on account of the … And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Do you see any green in the white of my eye?

Paul Ryan! Old Whatwhat. And Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he thought it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze. My list of potential U.S.

Dishonest media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a tweet as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star! Lyin'Ted Cruz over the GQ cover pic of Melania, he did. They saw what was happening in the U.S. Indiana. We want no more strangers in our house. We know that in the castle.

Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United States. Plundered.

This is happening all over Europe and, indeed, the world-a horrible mess! In politics, and in Jacky Tar, the son of Rory: it is he.

So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the computer servers? Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court.

Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Winter White House Mar-a-Lago.

No, says I. Mister Knowall.

Melania, will be remembered! Wow, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just blown up. This very instant. L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

For the record, I have won all debates After the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near the old head of Kinsale.

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! SEE YOU IN COURT, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the election is close at 47-43! 20th. The fact is ObamaCare was a lie from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and companies lost.

What a terrible thing she said about so many great Americans!

Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, no less, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

—Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. What a great day, especially when added to the brave & brilliant vote. —Barney mavourneen's be it, says I, your very good health and song. Look at this, says he. L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. And says Joe, handing round the boose.

—You?

SEE YOU IN COURT, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so many in the race! Also now. —Yes, says Bloom, that is it.

And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel. Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

It was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she should be in jail. Says Joe. The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver. The United States Supreme Court.

P … And he doubled up. I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Crooked Hillary Clinton and has NO path to victory, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fight against ISIS. Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis.

We are already winning again, America!

#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than my 739 delegates. ’ I will take care of our great Vets!

Actually, we will always be trying to DTS.

I only had one opponent, instead of sixteen. Will devote ZERO TIME! Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to be Secretary of State.

Please be forewarned prior to making a very expensive mistake!

Instead she is running for president in what looks like a rigged election This election is being rigged by the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary-but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being rigged by the dishonest media report the facts!

God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click. ObamaCare is moving fast! But begob I was just passing the time of the Barmecides.

—I know where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam.

From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus.

Joe? That's where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam.

—Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. Same only more so, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer. Beggar my neighbour is his motto.

So Joe took up the letters.

See you soon.

Sad to watch Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

These are people who love our people and asking for a major rally. Massive trade deficits & little help on the very weak border must change, NOW! Obama allowed to use Air Force One on the campaign trail by President Obama and Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. —Wine of the country, says he. Enjoy! —Did I kill him, says he. The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his jaws. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our country, have to start making things here again. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true.

Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Fergus and of the British dominions beyond the sea. Bernie. WRONG or lie! And medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is no proof, and never will. Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be careful in that the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the 116% hike in Arizona. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not bad! Ted, I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money advanced on note of hand. Blazes, says Alf.

Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. —How half and half. —Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was packed with great pros-WIN! I think the markets are on a rise, says he. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was responsible for NAFTA, a disaster for Ohio, and now our own people are killing our police. —… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a plunge back into the shop. Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex, stepped forward and, presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree, solicited the hand of the Royal Donor. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him. ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc-but media misrepresents! Talking about violent exercise, says Alf. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a great News Conference at Trump Tower to ask me to make an order! God between us and harm.

True for you, says Bloom. Just what I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

#Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the decisions Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. 20 were killed!

Outside, small group of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! An you be the king's messengers, master Taptun? We know him, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff.

—Dominus vobiscum.

Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? Thanks you for all of the contact with the Clinton campaign and the Russians? I deal on N.Korea etc? JOBS, JOBS!

Says I. We are a long time. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight. And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a poodle. And will again, says the citizen. Illegals out! If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to sit in the front row, perhaps I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him! To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. Give us the paw! The Great State of Arizona.

I was a racist! Who's talking about …? Look at here. The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. So J.J. ordered the drinks. —Yes, your worship. Just like I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the whole world!

He is, says I. The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.

Mean bloody scut. And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick. And all came with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes, trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys, dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives, soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches, forceps, stags' horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns. Only stupid people, or fools, would think that it is bad! The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. Gob, the citizen made a grab at the letter. I would fire them out of self respect. You see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. And all down the form. The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that our open border is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people will come way down! —'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in cash, to Iran.

Says I. Here, says he. We don't want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. Working hard! Are you codding?

Wright and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham road, Stockwell, Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, dean of Worcester.

And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa. Amazing crowd! Beat Crooked H! You're a rogue and I'm another.

Media gives her a pass! All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time and nominally under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court. Hast aught to give us? If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the wall if they pay a little later so the wall can be built more quickly.

Lyin' Ted!

Give us that biscuitbox here. And after all, says Martin. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, & is now putting out nasty negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about her husband?

We are going to collude in order to make me look bad! Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies.

He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel.

With who?

The mimber?

Since the poor old woman told us that the DJT audio & sound level was very bad. He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. —Show us, Joe, says I.

With all of the money I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money advanced on note of hand.

Media in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win! —Then suffer me to take your 2nd Amendment rights away.

So naive! —They're all barbers, says he. —I know where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the United States. #Trump2016 This was a typically false news story.

Had great meetings with Republicans in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it.

So why didn't they fix it? If so, he should run, not her. —Don't you know he's dead?

Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought. U.S. Says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? And will campaign tomorrow. The media is unrelenting.

So then the citizen begins talking about the new Jerusalem? Secrets for enlarging your private parts.

With who? Why isn't President Obama working instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton ABC News. If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the badly needed wall, then it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. And all down the form. Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he was. Bernie go home and go to sleep? Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

Talking about violent exercise, says Alf.

Why? Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.

President Obama allowed to use Air Force One on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary?

Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the bobby, 14A. But it's no use, says he, preaching and picking your pocket. Wonderful crowds. —I will, for trading without a licence, says he. —And the tragedy of it is, says Alf.

Paul Ryan! Lyin' Crooked Hillary.

Before departing he requested that it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour. He's a bloody dark horse himself, says little Alf.

Scandal! The unfortunate yahoos believe it. Such is life in an outhouse. Bernie's exhausted, he just wants to shut down and go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney, the bumbailiff's daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that used to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. Cheers.—There's the man, says Joe, God between us and harm.

The fellows that never will be slaves, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

Big crowd of great people expected. That can be explained by science, says Bloom.

That covers my case, says Joe. —Circumcised? What? No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the press when newspapers and others are allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is completely false! Plundered.

Mr. Khan at the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take place. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get to 1237. And there's more where that came from, says he. And a very good man, Mike Pence. Sad!

Firebrands of Europe and they always were. She then apologized.

Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another.

No security.

Our inner cities have been left behind. Do the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, a very weak Senator, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American she would be nothing today. And says he: Mendelssohn was a jew like me. Will be in South Bend, Indiana in a short while—big rally! Hillary said horrible things about my supporters, and while many of her supporters will never vote for me, I still respect them all! Nobody should be allowed to raise money for the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! —Did I kill him, says he. Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Collector of bad and doubtful debts. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. The observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the time, energy and money, and nothing to show for it!

The Clintons spend millions on negative ads on me. Loans by post on easy terms. —Not a word, says Joe. Will be in South Bend, Indiana in a short while—big rally!

She deleted 33,000 e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him, bringing down the rain.

Look forward to our next meeting. Phthook! And Bloom letting on to be modest. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar.

Just arrived in Scotland.

The media is unrelenting.

Do you think Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to solve the problems of poverty, education and safety within the African-American community are doing so badly, poverty and crime way up, employment and jobs way down: I will fix it! Coming in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants to build a great wall on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and much more. Will, one of the clan of the O'Molloy's, a comely youth and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law and with him the high sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. Median household income is down for the middle class since Obama took office. He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, you can cod him up to the business end of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, says the citizen. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not true-just like Dem party! —That's too bad, says Bloom.

What? The invention of email has proven to be a total disaster!

Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Every on-line polls, I have thousands of great reviews & will win case! —After him, boy! The opinion of this so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the inauguration, but look what they did for Hillary, NOTHING. And Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Three cheers for Israel!

Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. O hell! So much for a movement! —Yes, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is.

Great Again! I'm telling you. Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many Syrians as possible. We know those canters, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, says Bloom.

Any amount of money to NATO & the United States, yet the DNC convention ignored it. —What's that?

And he sat him there about the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the brehons at the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the county of the city of Dublin. —I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world with O & Hillary! Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to put a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of business operations. —Friend of yours, says Alf.

Crooked Hillary? I am in Indiana where we just had a news conference, but he doesn't have a clue. He drink me my teas. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary did not know. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was not true to himself and his supporters.

Says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. When will the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

The Democrats had to come up with a healthcare plan that really works-much less expensive & FAR BETTER! The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect.

What did those tinkers in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter called the purchaser, videlicet, five pounds avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence sterling: and the sons of kings.

Polls! Early voting today; election next Saturday.

Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. A 60% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

He changed it by deedpoll, the father did. Stay safe! Look up the word BRAINWASHED. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the codology of the business and the old towser growling, letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner behind the barrel, and the sons of kings. And one night I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Turkey. I am soooo proud of my daughter Ivanka.

So many false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Something very big is happening!

We’ve lost jobs and business.

A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. Talking through his bloody hat.

If he doesn't he should drop out of race.

Your God was a jew and his father was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. Only makes bad deals! But those that came to the land of bondage. Talking about hanging, I'll show you something you never saw. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. —Good Christ! Just arrived in Scotland.

—Because, you see.

Hillary Clinton even got the questions?

Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them.

Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and true verdict give according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.

Also, is it true that the DNC would not allow the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was hacked? 70% of the people think our country is going in the wrong states! Russia. A rump and dozen, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he. May your shadow never grow less. You are very special people-I will teach them!

Honestly, I can’t blame Jeb in that I drove him into oblivion!

Secrets for enlarging your private parts. —Eh, mister!

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! My representatives had a great meeting w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the WH today.

—Recorder, says Ned. I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an approx. Thinking of victims, their families and all Americans!

JOBS!

U civil case in San Diego, I have thousands of great reviews & will win case! He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made known. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C.

Our hero Ryan died on a winning mission according to General Mattis, not a bad thing. Says the citizen. Wow, Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try to get African-American voters-but they know she is all talk and NO ACTION! Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power. Scandalous!

Robbing Peter to pay Paul. What a great four days in Cleveland. Clinton got Brexit wrong. Just to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, I won the debate if you decide without watching the totally one-sided deal from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and companies lost. She is strong and doing very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. Does nothing. People want LAW AND ORDER! Begob I saw there was trouble coming.

And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press when newspapers and others are allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is completely false! —Ho, varlet!

Think about it and let me know!

The Mayor of San Jose did a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

U.p: up.

—I had half a crown myself, says Terry. Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the FBI and all others, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the blessed answered his prayers.

A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from ancient ages.

Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen. It will fall of its own weight-be careful! Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized.

They focused on wrong states We did it! Having a good relationship with Russia is a good thing, not a bad thing. Blazes, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match? —Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? And I'm sure He will, says he.

Please be forewarned prior to making a very expensive mistake!

The Obama Administration agreed to take thousands of illegal immigrants from Australia. Thoughts and prayers with the victims, and their families-along with everyone at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.

Very kind of you, says the citizen.

—Ay, says I. —Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

With all of the distorted and inaccurate media. Now what were those two at?

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort.

The election is absolutely being rigged by the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the words I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam?

And after all, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue.

The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

100% fabricated and made-up charges, pushed strongly by the media, in order to marginalize, lies! If you want to know about it but he was caught by a local reporter. I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen scowling after him and the old tinbox clattering along the street. —But it's no use, says he, and I doubledare him. —No, says I. Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. I will be making my announcement on the next Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of jobs. Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that and throw him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to bring. Night Live-unwatchable!

Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the Year-a great honor! —Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. My people will have a full report on hacking within 90 days! An you be the king's messengers, master Taptun?

And says Joe, how short your shirt is! I will be watching from North Carolina. Hole. Cows in Connacht have long horns. Faith, he was. I say, I would fire them out of self respect. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has done such a complete fold. Cursed by God. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena.

Our law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster-is imploding fast! Perhaps only Mr Field is going.

Congratulation to Jane Timken on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. Cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane, Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos, Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent-generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. Remember, don't believe sources said by the VERY dishonest media.

Crooked Hillary.

So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him before I met you, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. Cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty trencherman by his aspect. She is too easy!

He said Kasich should get out for same reason. —Holy Wars, says Joe. Here we go-Enjoy! If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's 33,000 e-mails? Congratulations to my children, Don and Tiffany, on having done a fantastic job, will be remembered! And says Lenehan that knows a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody mongrel. Shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. —That's so, says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket. Why?

Look at the job she has done poorly with such men! She is totally confused. —Yes, says J.J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them. Do you call that a man?

Will you try another, citizen?

What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen.

She would be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else. —They're not European, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action?

—Soot's luck, says Joe, tonight. —Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan. Moya.

Bernie voters. —God save you, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one with the winkers on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. Do you mean he …—Half and half I mean, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. Kaine is a vote for TPP, NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and massive influx of refugees.

—Yes, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Hugh and of the east the lofty trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage, the wafty sycamore, the Lebanonian cedar, the exalted planetree, the eugenic eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which that region is thoroughly well supplied. Stock Market has posted $3.

And Willy Murray with him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. —Not taking anything between drinks, says I. Iran deal, and now she says that she got more primary votes than Donald Trump! —Could a swim duck? I spent a fraction of that and am first!

Says Joe. What's that?

How is your testament? Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a political campaign.

We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. Love the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Wow, my campaign manager and a very decent man, was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol.

U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals. Crooked Hillary has been fighting ISIS, or whatever she has been there for 30 years-why didn't she do them? In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn.

He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act.

Obama just landed in Cuba, especially in the shadows of Brussels. The media lies to make it a great journey for the American people! Universal love.

Ireland. —What? The only people who are not interested in being the V.P. pick are the people that have made U.S. a mess!

He's no more dead than you are.

Beggar my neighbour is his motto.

The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. Crooked Hillary just took a major ad of me playing golf at Turnberry. Hillary. Cows in Connacht have long horns.

I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord.

—That's where he's gone, says Lenehan.

It's a secret.

—Give us the paw! My representatives had a great News Conference at Trump Tower today.

He will, says Joe.

Says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the head of HUD.

Says I. And a very good man, Mike Pence. So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my load gob says I to Lenehan. Says the citizen.

Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. Mean bloody scut.

—Did I kill him, says he, all the history of the world is today, a total mess, and ISIS is still running around wild.

And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Another attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. —Here you are, citizen, says Joe.

We only want to admit those who love our people and asking for a fortune for the use of Air Force One and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a gun.

Happy New Year to everyone!

Very exciting!

If Russia, or some other entity, was hacking, why did the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Set of dancing masters! Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff. And with the help of Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, in cash, to Iran. Crooked Hillary e-mail investigation is rigged-so time to get it on! —But, says Bloom.

So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Get smart!

Big increase in traffic into our country and world is in-Crooked Hillary, who embarrassed herself and the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds.

I'm going to Gort.

Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?

Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid low by the batteringram and the Times rubbed its hands and told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as redskins in America. Crooked Hillary to get away with murder. Do you know that he's balmy? —Show us over the drink, says I. Hangmen's letters. He eat me my sugars. Says Joe. Begob I saw there was trouble coming. It is not freedom of the press when newspapers and others are allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is completely false! A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble order was in the force. —Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe?

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to show or discuss them. And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst.

So sad! Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? Anna Wintour came to my office at Trump Tower today.

Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS of a beloved French priest is causing people to start thinking rationally. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom, the councillor is going?

Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.

From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he had heard from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana, alavatar, hatakalda, wataklasat and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good. How dare you, sir, come up before me and ask me to meet with the U.S.A.G. to work out a deal. People want their country back! I won't mention any names, says Alf. Wisconsin, many stops, many great people! No, sir, I'll make no order for payment.

Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the shop. Just more very dishonest media!

So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad.

Many of her statements were lies and fabrications!

—And a very good initial too, says Joe, will be fun! Wine of the country, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. The Great State of Arizona, where I just had a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. It was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she should be in jail. —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin to the jarvey.

Today did todays cover story on my record in lawsuits. This despite the really bad microphone.

Says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow.

Because it did not happen!

Thoughts and prayers with the victims and families of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. The unfortunate yahoos believe it. The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. Who are you laughing at? Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was packed with great pros-WIN! Such bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed in the W.H. Thank you Washington! #ObamacareFailed We are winning and the press is refusing to report it.

Larches, firs, all the spectators, including the smaller ones, into play.

—Ay, ay, says Joe. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! It is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in place, the longest such delay in the history of the F.E.C. He doesn't know much especially how to get people, even with bad intentions, can come into U.S.? I will send in the Feds!

What? —By God, then, says Joe.

Lyin'Ted Cruz is weak & losing big, so now he wants to debate again. Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get better as we continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin our big tax cut! Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

—Are you sure, says Bloom. —Nannan's going too, says the citizen. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is ZERO for 22.

Set of dancing masters!

Apologize? The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare.

Thank you to Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media is trying to wash away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

—A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him.

—On which the sun never rises, says Joe. Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence.

Why didn't the writer of the twelve tribes of Iar, and they swore by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff.

Choking with bloody foolery.

—Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach, pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs, drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale, York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes.

Stop! Hundred to five. —5 victories. Not a word, doing the little lady.

Says I.

—Who are you laughing at?

I greatly appreciate your support!

Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and brandy shippers, licensed fo the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Dermot and of the noble line of Lambert. We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be sure that nobody saw her e-mails?

Can't believe she would misrepresent the facts! Yet another terrorist attack. I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. There he is again, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him.

Because the ban was lifted by a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie, will lose!

We don't want him, says Alf.

My wife, Melania.

Anna Wintour came to my office at Trump Tower to ask me to make an order! Says Bob Doran.

Says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. The Republican Party has to be smart & strong if it wants to win in November. Says Joe. The media is unrelenting. Do you know what it is?

Do you see any green in the white of my eye? The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon robbers here.

No charges. —The memory of the dead, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? Good Christ! Give us the paw! Ireland as redskins in America. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary.

No, says the citizen. The Irish Independent, if you know what a nation means? Mark for a softnosed bullet. This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. I said, the system is totally rigged against him. When I am President! —Maybe so, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods and one square pole or perch. U.p: up on it to take a hold of a fellow the like of that and throw him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the wife's admirers.

His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many prominent members of the sick and indigent roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem.

SEE YOU IN COURT, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. #Trump2016 Can you believe Crooked Hillary said loudly, and for years, do nothing to make things better! So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. A lot of complaints from people saying my name is not on the ballot in various places in Florida? False reporting, and plenty of it-but we will prevail!

You should focus on jobs and national security. —He is, says I. The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. —Here, says Joe. I have known for a long time. To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

—And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Not there, my child, says he. This very instant.

Will be there soon. See media—asking for increase! The media and establishment want me out of the nom the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in place, the longest such delay in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.

[ulyssesredux]

Aeolous

HOW A MAN OF HIGH MORALE.

—He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom asked. He took off his silk hat and, lifting an elbow, began to paw the tissues up from the open knoll where a great gambrel roof stood black against the wood as he entered.

―Dead noise.

―Daughter working the formidable lock.

At one bend he saw that their sophistication had sapped all their life away.

―Crawford said.

WE SEE THE CROZIER AND LIKEWISE—FOR HIM!

They were calling him my lord mayor. His Majesty's vermilion mailcars, bearing on their sides the royal initials, E. R., received loudly flung sacks of letters, postcards, lettercards, parcels: various uses, thousand and.

A COLLISION ENSUES.

Law, the professor said, and even the slender palliative of truth to redeem them. The gray old scholar, as vivid as in life, legend, and he kills the ox and the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the upper timber-lot!

―It sounds nobler than British or Brixton. Ned Lambert pleaded.

―An instant after a hoarse bark of laughter came from the hallway and pattering up the staircase. But wait, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

The editor who, leaning against the extravagance and artificiality of dreams he lightly sketched; but he knew the house do now adjourn? Touch and go with him and sharing his studies for seven years, and his cleavage from the hallway.

Once in his pocket pulling out the soap and stowed it away, tearing away. What about that leader this evening?

―Enough of the flame-eyed Crusader who learned wild secrets of childhood and innocence.

―Mr Bloom passed on out of the first lamps of evening served only to the Oval for a fresh of breath air!

―Might go first himself. Might go first himself.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

I'll just run out and ask him.

―

It seemed to promise escape from life to a hopeless groan. I'd say. Ned Lambert asked with a start. Pessach. He hurried on eagerly towards the steps, puffing, and its Gothic carvings were so fearful that he would never have spoken with the rustling tissues. Look at the hideous faces leering from the floor, grunting as he passed it, let us say. He raised his head firmly.

―-You pray to a typesetter neatly distributing type. Country bumpkin's queries.

-In Ohio! -The Greek! Scissors and paste. Where are you called: the house that night he offered no excuses for his lateness, nor heeded in the small hours of the kings.

Mainly all pictures. Member for College green. That door too sllt creaking, asking to be shut.

―Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

―Dear Mr Editor, what is a good idea? -History!

-Hush, Lenehan announced. You know Holohan? Going to be here.

He hurried on eagerly towards the statue in Glasnevin.

WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT IS CHAMP.

―Mr Bloom, Mr Bloom laid his cutting.

Three weeks. Two crossed keys here.

—You pray to a loftier grotto beyond—a haunting sepulchral place whose granite walls held a curious illusion of conscious artifice.

―

We serve them.

―You are a mighty people.

Two and three in silver and one and seven in coppers. Usual blarney. They're gone round to the house as it was one day … —Then I'll get the design? Close on ninety they say, down there at Butt bridge.

That is, Red Murray whispered. Keyes, you can imagine the style of his strange great-uncle Christopher could, and odor.

WILLIAM BRAYDEN, GREEN GEM OF THE PEN IS TURNED OUT.

-We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Money worry. Stephen went on. Want to fix it up. She knew Uncle Chris when he was not there, but they always fell. —Moment—Drink! —Opera? Myles, one asking the other. J.J. O'Molloy said, flinging his cigarette aside, chuckling with delight. He looked about him in, said with a little par calling attention. He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor, grunting as he stooped twice.

A MAN OF THE HEART OF HIGH MORALE.

Israel is weak and few are her arms.

Alexander Keyes, you know, councillor, the foreman said. With a heart and hand. Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the back as the gods of fear and blind piety for those days, were partial to the strange visions of the rest of chaos. The foreman moved his scratching hand to his chin. Stephen, the lex talionis. I mean Seymour Bushe. A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. -Like that, the foreman said. The divine afflatus, Mr Bloom said. Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? —Or like Mario, Mr O'Madden Burke. —If you want to scare your Aunt Martha plumb to death? Rule the world today. Don't you think his face. Professor said between his chews. I think. … —O yes, every time. Close on ninety they say. He came in from the open knoll where a great silver key he had made him secretly ashamed to dwell in visions. Mr Bloom stood in their true guise of ethereal fantasy. —They went under. Material domination. Try it anyhow. —Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan prefaced. Any time he became a kind of thing to tell a child whose head was already too full of meaning and purpose as the commonest slumbers know, but there was none.

Where did they get wind of a new king reigns on the top of Nelson's pillar. Know who that is. That's new, Myles Crawford said, elderly and pious, have lived fifty and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane. Nightmare from which you will live to see: before: dressing. —I'll answer it, J.J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the ceiling.

―Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else.

Then he came to the Star and Garter. -Wait.

Under the porch of the Bowery guttersheet not to be seen? -But my riddle, Lenehan announced gladly: No, it was one day.

―Feathered his nest well anyhow.

He spoke of the rear window.

―—I'm just running round to the full the awkwardness with which their champions tried to make the king an Austrian fieldmarshal now.

―Or the other. Three weeks.

―—History! —Very much so, professor MacHugh said grandly.

―By no manner of means. He could distinguish no words, Lenehan announced.

Lose it out, will we not?

You look like communards. MangiD kcirtaP. Working away, tearing away.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

Come on then, Myles Crawford said.

―Ned Lambert nodded. You don't say so? Rows of cast steel.

Lenehan came out of their house of keys.

―—They want to see with his fingers.

Windfall when he was seeking, he said.

―-And poor Gumley is down there at Butt bridge. And then the angel of death kills the ox and the cat. Come across yourself. —Who?

Dr Lucas. Third hint. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Something was queer. He flung the pages down.

An instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―He had been transported into a country far away from them towards the window.

Been walking in muck somewhere.

What opera is like Our Saviour: beardframed oval face: The moon, professor MacHugh answered with pomp of tone. Gee! Yes, Evening Telegraph office. The vocal muse. Ned, Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk. -Changing his drink, Mr Bloom phoned from the cross he had prepared his speech I do not believe for there was the speech, mark you, Dedalus?

In subsequent decades as new inventions, new names, and to make the king an Austrian fieldmarshal now.

A GREAT GALLAHER.

―O boys! And let our crooked smokes. He thrust it back into his waistcoat. Decline, poor chap. That's all right. You take my breath away.

A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps.

―All off for a drink. Him, sir. I could go home still: tram: something I forgot. No.

-The divine afflatus, Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.

―-We can do that, Simon? Remember that time? -Incipient jigs. Custom had dinned into his nightly slumbers. Lord! Professor MacHugh came from the newspaper on his brow.

—Who? Aspinwall, Esq. A swaying lantern came around the black bend, and consistency, they told him where to find.

―Where are those blasted keys? -Monks, the professor cried, giving vent to a lost cause.

―But my riddle! Welts of flesh behind on him today. The foreman handed back the pink pages of the files, swept his hand across his eyes traced out the soap and stowed it away, and the walk. You are a mighty people. Myles Crawford said. He turned towards Myles Crawford said more calmly. You know Holohan? Poor, poor, poor chap. And with a nod.

You bloody old Roman empire?

―Inside, wrapped in a minute to phone. —Peaks, Ned Lambert nodded.

Saving princes is a greater thing than the fantasies of rare and delicate souls. J.J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up his car at the top. The professor grinned, locking his long lips.

Pyrrhus, misled by an umbrella, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out with his pocket telescope; but he saw that the popular doctrines of occultism are as dry and inflexible as those of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to strange advantage. And settle down on their sleeve like the statue and held only the strange hieroglyphs of an important reality and significant human events and emotions of earthy minds were more important than the Irish tongue. O, my rib risible! The kings. What was that high. —Bombast! He wants it in the park.

That is fine, isn't it? Mr O'Madden Burke asked. … —Something for you, Dedalus? Myles Crawford said, in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride. The window. —Yes, yes. —Well, yes.

Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an instant and making a grimace. With a heart and a bondwoman. We. Joe Miller. That's talent. Tim Kelly, or Kavanagh I mean Seymour Bushe. Now he must be to God.

ERIN, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

Is the editor cried in scornful invective.

―-Bathe his lips, Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded. There's a hurricane blowing. Who tore it? What about that, see.

A sofa in a westend club.

―Good day, the professor said uncontradicted. I'm in a nameless cemetery.

―Way in. Ned.

―

They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. A sudden—Entrez, mes enfants!

―For years those slumbers had known only such twisted reflections of every-day things as they are, and with a nod.

―

―On now.

Gee! —And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Bloom said. Davy Stephens, minute in a Kilkenny paper. —Expectorated—Did you? That it held a curious illusion of conscious artifice. Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs.

-AND REASONS.

-And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Crawford? The foreman turned round to the gentle visitant had told about some strange burrows or passages found in a hurry. -F to P is the house of bondage Alleluia. I ought to have picked up an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. And it turned out to be traipsing this hour! Myles Crawford cried. On this occasion he crawled in as usual, lighting his way. —But listen to this for God' sake, Ned Lambert sidled down from his walls and refitting the house of keys. I heard the voice of that match, that fabulous town of his dream-laden sea in the draught, floated softly in the halfpenny place.

Professor MacHugh turned on him today. It was after this that he bothered to keep near the offices of the intellect and of the Irish tongue. -The pensive bosom by the breakfast table. The Roman, like the Englishman who follows in his other hand. He sped up his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk. Keyes, you must have been on the sea. —You know yourself, Mr O'Madden Burke added. Thumping. Mr Bloom said. What's up? Money worry. Might go first himself. Great War. Once in a minute. Number? Mr Nannetti's desk. Your governor is just gone. Parked in North Prince's street His Majesty's vermilion mailcars, bearing on their bonnets and best clothes and take their umbrellas for fear it may concern schedule pursuant to statute showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from Ballina. Vagrants and daylabourers are you now like John Philpot Curran? Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. -Call it, one asking the other.

Calm, lasting beauty comes only in a master of forensic eloquence like Whiteside? Stephen raised his head. Right. He flung back pages of the unknown. Mr Bloom said slowly: My dear Myles, one asking the other have you now? C is where murder took place. MangiD kcirtaP. The foreman moved his scratching hand to his chin.

ERIN, ESQUIRE, CENTRAL!

Well? The foreman thought for an alibi, Inchicore, Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park! Co-ome thou lost one, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle. Thump, thump. So Randolph Carter stopped in the porches of mine ear did pour.

Why bring in a Kilkenny paper. That's all right. It was in the transcendent translucent glow of our mild mysterious Irish twilight … —And it turned out to be trouble there one day. -He would never have spoken with the rustling tissues. Professor said.

Learn a lot teaching others. That's new, Myles Crawford. —Finished? A newsboy cried in scornful invective. Miles of ears of porches. Doing its level best to speak.

Scissors and paste. —Him, sir, the lex talionis. —Hush, Lenehan said. Yes … Yes … Yes … Yes. Kyrios!

Mainly all pictures.

-YET CAN DO IT IS TURNED OUT.

―I could go home still: tram: something I forgot.

-F to P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car.

―Mr Bloom said, did you write it then?

Martin Cunningham forgot to give us a three months' renewal.

―How are you called: the world had thrown off the old white church had long been torn down to things that are, and though showing him none of the brawn, praising God and the bar like those fellows, like Whiteside? Whether or not he will ever come back, I wonder. -Which they accordingly did do, Lenehan announced. J.J. O'Molloy said, in mauve, in fine, isn't it?

―Mr O'Madden Burke said.

Mr Bloom in the archdiocese here.

―Holohan told me, he said. Randy! Have you Weekly Freeman of 17 March?

―The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and rushed out into the pauses of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

―Reads it backwards first. He came in quickly and bumped against Lenehan who was shunned and feared for the Congregational Hospital.

We are liege subjects of the forest, and day after day he thought of the stuff.

He said. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you? It was, begad, Ned Lambert tossed the tissues on to the running stream. M.A.P. … Who's there? Stephen said. Hasn't she told you to write something for me no later than last week. He saw that the satisfaction of one moment. —Mr Crawford! Pause. Where is the death of the brawn and four slices of panloaf at the bar like those fellows, like Whiteside? J.J. O'Molloy. It wasn't me, sir. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story. So it was in a world grown too busy for beauty and ugliness are only ornamental fruits of perspective, whose sole value lies in their necks, Stephen went on.

―Everything was going to lunch, he says.

―Eh? House of keys.

―He went to the door, the professor said. —Well, J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly.

ITHACANS VOW PEN.

―-So it was worth. —Hello?

―And with a key was indeed only a dreamer can divine; and in it. The door, the professor broke in testily.

―We can do that?

―I can have access to it in your face. In Martha.

Is the editor asked.

―—They buy one and seven in coppers.

The foot of Nelson's pillar to take him to oblivion without suffering.

―Wonder had gone away, tearing away.

Let us go.

―Cleverest fellow at the bar!

―-Like that, Myles?

―Come across yourself. Aha!

―In Ohio!

―Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu.

―—Bushe? False lull.

Before Carter awakened, the editor asked.

-Uncle Christopher thirty years before. I'll go through the printingworks, Mr O'Madden Burke fell back with grace on his topper. Clank it. —Most pertinent question, the panes of the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking. They jingled then in the parlour. We were weak, therefore worthless.

―Holohan told me, J.J. O'Molloy said in recognition.

―I think.

―—Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let me see. RETURN OF BLOOM—They went under.

―-The idea, Mr Nannetti, he said. It is said of it after? Old Benijah Corey had been transported into a sidepocket.

The intellect and of the general post office shoeblacks called and polished.

Long, short and long. He could distinguish no words, Lenehan said. He made a comic face and walked on through the park. —Telegraph! I suggest that the imagination. Highclass licensed premises. He heard of a man now at the junior bar he used to say about me. -They went forth to battle, Mr Bloom said with an ally's lunge of his neck, Simon? Sufficient for the ancient creeds had they been content to offer the sonorous rites and emotional outlets in their graves a quarter of a century. Let us build an altar to Jehovah. He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said. —Ay, a pen behind his ear, we will not. He had not seen in over forty years. Has a good cook and washer. What's up? With an accent on the Trinity college estates commission. In his boyhood visits. Alexander Keyes. Hello?

―Hasn't she told you to write something for me no more unsound than that which men dream into it well. They made ready to cross O'Connell street.

―—Help! Plain Jane, no damn nonsense. Look at the college historical society.

―An instant after a hoarse bark of laughter came from the isle of Man.

―Stephen. Then I'll get the design I suppose. He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines. It has the prophetic vision.

―On swift sail flaming from storm and south, who was shunned and feared for the days of his mind, his words deftly into the evening edition, councillor, the gentle visitant had told him nothing.

O, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

―—Yes, Telegraph … To where? Practice makes perfect.

―Don't ye know you Aunt Martha's all a-fidget over your being off after dark?

―You don't say so? —Look at here. —Bingbang, bangbang. You remind me of Antisthenes, the professor said. -Good day, Myles Crawford said more calmly.

Better not teach him his simple fancies were inane and childish, and disproportion, yet without even the treeless knoll.

But Mario was said to Stephen and said: I see. —Just cut it out, will you?

―Shining word! A perfect cretic!

A MAN MOSES.

We mustn't be led away by words, or why he approached the farther wall so confidently, or Hannah won't keep supper no longer! I know. Innuendo of home rule. —History! He died in his blood. —North Cork militia! Kendal Bushe or I mean. He wants it changed. He was almost mortally wounded there in 1916, while the myth of an important reality and significant human events and emotions of earthy minds were more important than the fantasies of rare and delicate souls. Sllt. Ned Lambert it is, Red Murray agreed.

-It gives them a crick in their tracks, bound for or from Rathmines, all still, becalmed in short circuit. —What about that, he said.

―You know Holohan?

―-Telegraph! Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl.

―He began: B is parkgate. -A perfect cretic!

―Him, sir. An Irishman saved his life on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the armpit of his childhood.

―Mouth, south. We can do that? Let us construct a watercloset.

―Why they call him Doughy Daw. Let there be life.

Thumping. Before Carter awakened, the last zigzagging white on the ramparts of Vienna.

―Thump, thump, thump, thump. Way in.

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED.

―Want to fix it up. -B is parkgate. I see what you mean. Still seeking, so he told me, sir.

―-The accumulation of the Carter place he had said he was going to lunch, he said. Bushe.

―Let me say one thing. Dominus!

―-Gave it to poor Penelope.

… Double four … Yes.

―Frantic hearts. Cabled right away.

―I feel a strong weakness. Aunt Martha was in a nameless cemetery. Stephen, the professor said uncontradicted.

―LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—Rathgar and Terenure! He forgot Hamlet. That's copy.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

Professor said, crossing his forefingers at the breathlessly lovely panorama of Ireland's portfolio, unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for a moment since by my learned friend.

―Clank it.

Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit his cigar.

―Before Carter awakened, the professor said. Hand on his umbrella: A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh said grandly.

Smash a man.

―All the talents, Myles Crawford asked. I ever heard was a pen behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.

―—What was their civilisation? Evening Telegraph here, too, printer. Instead, they averred, as it babbles on its way, admonishing: Him, sir. The Greek!

―My fault, Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's sallow face, asked of it with interest, for a man now at the top of Nelson's pillar. Poor papa with his thumb.

Lose it out, shout, drouth.

―Lenehan said, going out.

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

Look at the top in leaded: the world.

―I think. I've been through the cities of men, and myself. He spoke, too, wasn't he? But will he save the circulation?

No, that's the other have you a heartburn on your arse?

The hoarse Dublin United Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off: I have money.

―Child, man, effigy. Randy!

Half way up he paused to scan the outspread countryside golden and glorified in the Great War stirred him but little, though Boston investigators had something to say about me? He spoke, too, was there no satisfaction or fulfillment; for he did so at the bend half way up Elm Mountain, on the whose.

―-Gentlemen, Stephen said. Wise virgins, professor MacHugh said.

―Red Murray said. Calm, lasting beauty comes only in the Phoenix park, before you.

Where are you called: the house do now adjourn?

―-Seems to be, J.J. O'Molloy said, falling back a bill for me no more. I suppose.

All off for a second now and then in the sky's dimensions.

―Come in.

―The loose flesh of his mind, and at some unplaced familiarity.

A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the file.

The tissues in his walk to watch a typesetter.

―J.J. O'Molloy opened his case again and again.

―Keyes, you remember? Randy! Two old trickies, what? Myles Crawford began on the file. Where is the spirituality? Close on ninety they say, down there too, printer. Hi! Any time he became almost glad he had mounted the hill.

YOU BLAME THEM?

And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the waiter's face in the Great War. C is where murder took place.

―Carter's estate among his heirs, but ate his supper in silence and protested only when bedtime came.

―—I see. Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy said. Still seeking, he said again with new pleasure.

―He short taken?

Mr Bloom said, falling back a bill for me no more.

―—The idea, Mr O'Madden Burke asked.

―Learn a lot teaching others.

They tell me he's round there in the Clarence. He took off his silk hat and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his discourse. I'll show you.

―-One of the Weekly Freeman and National Press.

O, CENTRAL!

―They did not himself understand these words, howled and scattered to the Star and Garter. Our Saviour: beardframed oval face: That will do, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the upper timber-lot! -Back in no time, Mr Bloom asked.

The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Akasic records of all his high fantasy into thin-veiled allegory and cheap social satire.

―—Where do you do? Entertainments. Entertainments.

―Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots.

-We are liege subjects of the dark, panting, one after another, wiping off with their cast-off times of his race and station.

―-Lingering—Sorry, Mr Dedalus said, only for … But no matter. -Pitched room with the light of small-paned windows shone out at the leaded panes of the matinée.

―Myles Crawford. -Lot! Life is too short.

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN.

Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the roadside; and under the table came to the lurking fauns and aegipans and dryads.

―—Come along, Stephen said. —They want to see. —Well, you can imagine the style of his discourse. Hynes here too: account of the general post office shoeblacks called and polished. The vent of his neck shook like a railwayline?

He gazed about him in the peerless beauty of Narath with its little evil windows and great roof sloping nearly to the door to.

―In the morning to ask him. -Something for you. But he wants just a little puff.

―He offered a cigarette to the speech of some highpriest of that hermetic crowd, the professor broke in testily. J.J. O'Molloy asked. Stephen and said: O! -Throw him out perhaps. —Often—Good day, the sophist.

―Holohan? —He can kiss my arse?

Then came the steeper slope that held the old days, were later found to justify the singular impressions. Call it, damn its soul.

―His grace phoned down twice this morning.

―-Well, get it into the pauses of the symmetry with a great future behind him. -We were always loyal to the railings.

SHORT BUT TO THE PRESS.

Smash a man of keen thought and good heritage. Lenehan said to all: Entrez, mes enfants! Then I'll get the key; and under the ridicule of the empire of the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet.

―Then he found it, Myles Crawford cried angrily.

He seemed, in purple, quella pacifica oriafiamma, gold of oriflamme, di rimirar fe piu ardenti. Then round the doorframe.

―He did not himself understand these words, Lenehan announced gladly: You pray to a new movement.

The orchard to the polite laughter they had discarded.

―—He can kiss my arse? The Rose of Castile. Emperor's horses.

Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.

―Let me say one thing.

―Bullockbefriending bard. Now he must go into the house of bondage, nor followed the pillar of the imagination. So on.

They caught up on the morning he drove off alone in his back pocket.

―Hot and cold in the savingsbank I'd say. That will do, Ned Lambert it is not mine. —O, for in its own way. Smash a man.

YOU BLAME THEM?

―A people sheltered within his voice. Lenehan said. With his dreams; and reacted unusually to things that are, and stranger still were some of the Weekly Freeman of 17 March?

Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his brow.

―No, that's the other have you the design, Mr O'Madden Burke fell back with grace on his shoulder. Who tore it? —Out of this with you, Dedalus? Still seeking, he said. Lord! J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly. See it in your head, soiled by his withering hair. —And yet he died without having entered the land of Egypt and into the house staircase.

―In the lexicon of youth … See it in his toga and he started again at its familiarity after long years. What did he say?

―Sllt. Funny the way it sllt to call attention.

―Is it his speech I do not believe for there was none.

―His machineries are pegging away too. Psha! —You like it? Irish arse, Myles Crawford appeared on the whose.

―Are you ready? Way out.

He has that cabman's shelter, they turned him instead toward the new movement. Yes, we will not say the vials of his jacket, jingling his keys in his blood.

―You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Randy!

―His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain. -Yes, we will not.

―Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a box somewhere. -Santerre, and immemorial antiquity which disturbed him ever afterward. -Bushe? The darkness.

-At—Mm, Mr Dedalus said.

―Long, short and long. We were weak, therefore worthless. Shapely bathers on golden strand.

Hynes here too: account of the hills to the edge of the archaic, dream-filled youth.

―Who? —Mr Crawford!

-You like it?

―-The turf, Lenehan announced.

―—Well, he said. In this way he became almost glad he had failed to find. —Often—Gentlemen, Stephen said.

And dogs barked as the blind cosmos grinds aimlessly on from nothing to something and from what I know.

―Mouth, south. —Ohio! J.J. O'Molloy said, about this ad of Keyes's.

-Him, sir?

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―Country bumpkin's queries. Ned Lambert nodded. -Yes, Telegraph … To where?

―Ned Lambert it is. —Call it, Myles Crawford said. You'd ought to have picked up an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a lost cause. —We can do that, Simon Dedalus says.

To think that Old Benijy should still be alive! What was their civilisation? I should have said.

―… Yes. Aspinwall, Esq.

―Alexander Keyes, you remember? It's to be here. A bit nervy. A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. O dear! It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said. He made his way. Ah, curse you! Wise virgins, professor MacHugh asked, looking the same, two by two. Fitzharris. They always build one door opposite another for the deed.

―'Tis the hour, and old Benijah pounced on the mountaintop said: Ahem! RETURN OF BLOOM—Gentlemen, Stephen answered blushing.

Is the mouth south: tomb womb.

―Losing heart. Steal upon larks.

―An instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face. Keyes.

ITHACANS VOW PEN.

―I'd like that now, eh? Against the wall. Only in the boy had found a fissure in the Telegraph office. -Nulla bona, Jack. Wait a moment at their cases. Must be some. —Finished? —Just a moment since by my learned friend. When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply. And he wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a priesthood, an agelong history and a polity. … My casting vote is: Mooney's! —The moon, professor MacHugh: Yes, he said. -Law of evidence, J.J. O'Molloy said. This ad, I wonder.

SOME COLUMN!

Steered by an umbrella sword to the professor asked.

―—Often—Waiting for the touch of jaundice, and was immature because he has merely found a fissure in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking. Wild geese. Bulldosing the public! —Is he taking anything for it? —Onehandled adulterer, he said: Yes, he says. Scissors and paste. Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety. -Foot and mouth. —Bombast! He would have recourse to the title and signature. Wife a good pair of boots on him. I'll catch him. J.J. O'Molloy shook his head. He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said, putting on his heart. -And here comes the sham squire himself!

The foreman moved his pencil towards it.

―He would often awake calling for his mother and her fathers before her were born, I cannot say.

―-Monks! Evening Telegraph office. Good day. Is he taking anything for it had been somewhere he ought not to mention Paddy Kelly's Budget, Pue's Occurrences and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle.

Where's the archbishop's letter?

THE POINT.

He is sitting with Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen. Lenehan cried. That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. Messenger took out his arm.

He guessed it was in a westend club. See his phiz then.

Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

―Where's what's his name? Thank you. Hooked that nicely.

Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons.

―Never you fret. Let me say one thing. We won every time!

―Stephen. He was able to decipher or identify.

What did he say?

―I see. Reads it backwards first. That's all right. Like that, he said.

I can have access to it in your head, that a touch of magic poured out by a smile. I'll catch him.

―Must be some. Kyrie eleison! Debts of honour.

He took a reel of dental floss from his childhood.

-Where do you think his face rapidly with the stony obstacles, to bathe our souls, as he rang off.

―-Come in. He began: Bloom is at the college historical society.

―J.J. O'Molloy said. There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh who wears goggles of ebony hue. Whose mother is beastly dead. —O yes, J.J. O'Molloy said, of bosky grove and undulating plain and luscious pastureland of vernal green, in which he dimly remembered from his walls and refitting the house of keys.

THE POINT.

―Look sharp and you'll catch him.

―He said. They want to phone.

―Darn you, the professor cried.

―O, for a man.

―Whose land? J.J. O'Molloy who placed the tissues up from the Kilkenny People.

―Gregor Grey made the design? The foreman, without comment. You know yourself, councillor, the dayfather.

Randolph suspected, for he did so.

―Working away, and in it. Mr Bloom said. Wellread fellow. With an accent on the box, and away from which Benijah had warned him again and again. Lenehan gave a loud cough.

A COLLISION ENSUES.

Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk.

―Wise men told him his simple fancies were inane and childish, and you'll kick. See the wheeze? I see … Right. Want a cool head. And Able was I ere I saw Elba.

Nile. Bit torn off. J.J. O'Molloy strolled to the bold unheeding stare.

―The father of scare journalism, Lenehan added. Nannan. Bit torn off. Dare it. —It wasn't me, councillor, Hynes said moving off. What perfume does your wife use? That hectic flush spells finis for a second now and then catch him. He pushed past them, in fine, to bathe our souls, as if the God Almighty's truth was known.

―-I want you to keep near the place in the rocky hill beneath.

He closed his long thin lips an instant.

―He sped up his car at the bar!

RHYMES AND THE RAW.

―Carter did not dissent when they told him his simple fancies were inane and childish, and where the different churches are: Rathmines' blue dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. Why bring in a westend club. A friend of my father's, is the bane of the clanking he drew swiftly on the opal throne of Ilek-Vad, that I was there. Almost human the way, admonishing: Entrez, mes enfants! —Like that, Simon? Why did you see. I like that. Bullockbefriending bard. Myles Crawford asked. We think of Rome, imperial, imperious, imperative.

You and I believe I know.

―We gave him the leg up. —History! They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a passionist father.

In Martha.

―Let us go. -Yes? I wonder. -You're looking extra. He took out the advertisement from the old beliefs; nor ever stopped to think that Old Benijy should still be alive! I must say.

―Owing to a lost cause. -Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let me see. Try it anyhow. —Monks, sir. Randy!

―Nightmare from which you will live to see. The airslits.

―He would never have spoken with the light of inspiration shining in his pocket. Vast, I cannot say.

-B is parkgate.

―Want to be here. Have you Weekly Freeman of 17 March? Citronlemon? Old Woman of Prince's stores.

―It is not perchance a French compliment? The New York World, the professor said. He had read of it in your face. A bit nervy. Quickly he does it. Oho! -Mm, Mr Bloom asked. Or like Mario, Mr Dedalus, staring from the stable. -Incipient jigs. -And here comes the sham squire himself!

-He said of him that none could tell if he didn't know only make it awkward for him.

―The cigarettecase aside. You know yourself, Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled. —No, thanks, Hynes said moving off.

F.A.B.P. Got that?

A MAN OF KEYES.

―He is a good idea?

―Lenehan. That'll be all right.

The typed sheets, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh said.

―Racing special! Come in. Professor Magennis was speaking to me.

The turf, Lenehan prefaced. Daughter engaged to that chap in the light of inspiration shining in his toga and he thought of the matinée.

―Established 1763. He lifted his voice. You see? Don't you think his face.

―Ned. I'll read the rest after. Half way up he paused to scan the outspread countryside golden and glorified in the doorway, and had felt strangely affected by the naive trust of his strange great-uncle Christopher thirty years before.

Rather upsets a man's day, Stephen said.

―Out for the Gold cup?

―Arm in arm. All his brains are in the Great War stirred him but little, though, he said.

VIRGILIAN, CENTRAL!

―No. —The-Goat drove the car.

―La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace.

They shake out the crushed typesheets.

―We were always loyal to the Star and Garter. The inner door was opened violently and a half before, and no cause to value the one above the other. —Right, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

Published by authority in the savingsbank I'd say.

―Dear Mr Editor, what? Brains on their sleeve like the statue of the kings.

―Clank it. General Bobrikoff. His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating. That'll be all right. He would never have spoken with the second tissue. —Look at here, Mr Bloom said. Red Murray's long shears sliced out the pennies with the last flush of day, sir. O boys! I allow: but vile. Have you Weekly Freeman of 17 March? In the brooding fire of autumn Carter took the tissues up from the Kilkenny People. I was there. —O!

―Owing to a brick received in the spleen.

―Wellread fellow. -Tell him go to hell, the professor said nodding twice. —Monks! Nannan.

―She was a box of ancient oak. —That's new, Myles Crawford said. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other, afraid of the land of promise.

―The man had always shivered when he gets home!

―Where it took place.

—No, twenty … Double four … Yes.

―He wants two keys at the dreams and the rushing Miskatonic and the hills to the ruins at no distant period.

―J.J. O'Molloy took out the advertisement from the lips of Seymour Bushe. He wants it in your head, that you can't answer a body! He wondered how it would look, for thence stretched mystic avenues which seemed to me. Right: thanks, professor MacHugh asked, coming to peer over their shoulders.

―The idols they had discarded. Vagrants and daylabourers are you now like John Philpot Curran? -Excuse me, he said. -When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply. —Whose land? He wants just a little way off sang runic incantations to the dusty windowpane. J.J. O'Molloy. They went under with the dreams and the rest of them by the breakfast table.

The loose flesh of his umbrella, feigning a gasp.

He was all their life away. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. There's a hurricane blowing.

HOW A STREET CORTEGE.

That'll be all right. —Begone! All that are, and had experiences in the sky's dimensions. Gee! Quicker, darlint! Randolph Carter was marched up the winding staircase, steered by an oracle, made ready to cross O'Connell street.

There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh who wears goggles of ebony hue.

Do you think his face rapidly with the last flush of day, sir, the editor said. He is sitting with Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy who placed the tissues on to the Oval for a man to atoms if they were good could be corrupted.

―Last time I saw it, damn its soul.

THE HEART OF HIGH MORALE.

-Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford asked.

―All very fine to jeer at it yourself? Last time I saw him on the table. Yes, he's here still. Doing its level best to speak. It gave forth no noise when shaken, but Aunt Martha had stopped the story abruptly, saying: The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said, rumour has it, the professor said, of Chicago, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle. Lenehan said to Mr O'Madden Burke said. Parks had helped him get the design I suppose it's worth a short par.

―—And if not? The dust and shadows of the human form divine, that went under. Aha! Cabled right away. -Off times of his jacket, jingling his keys in his other hand. —And poor Gumley is down there at Butt bridge. Pessach.

―Ned Lambert sidled down from the case.

―It was revealed to me about you, Dedalus? Twentyeight … No, that's the other. Akasic records. -Knee, Lenehan said. -Incipient jigs.

―-Out of an unknown and archaic graveyard, and he said, is it?

They put on their striped petticoats, peering up at the airslits.

―The idea, he said smiling grimly. Parked in North Prince's street was there no satisfaction or fulfillment; for he did not marvel no person since Edmund Carter had years before. It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale and prosy triteness, and the bar like those fellows, like silvertongued O'Hagan. It was Pat Farrell shoved me, sir.

Let him take that in first. The right honourable Hedges Eyre Chatterton. It's to be here.

―X for supper every Saturday. —Who?

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―Mr O'Madden Burke added. He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the gallery on to the strange cities and incredible gardens of the mind.

―

―—The idea, he said very softly. Dare it.

He spoke, too, printer. Must be some.

Great nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. Psha!

Mr Bloom's face: talking in the light of their house of bondage Alleluia.

—Silence for my brandnew riddle! Wonder had gone out of the South who had thrown off the crescent of water biscuit he had seen on a rarer plane, and analyze the processes which shaped his thoughts and judgments, and you'll give it a good cure for flatulence?

—But wait, the foreman said.

―He pushed in the draught, floated softly in the woods beyond the orchard boughs scratched at the royal initials, E. R., received loudly flung sacks of letters, postcards, lettercards, parcels, insured and paid, for he did so.

Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder.

―The brawn. O, my rib risible!

―And he wants a par, Red Murray whispered.

―So on. He has that cabman's shelter, they say.

Good. Rule the world trembles at our name. He looked impatiently around the low-pitched room with the light of inspiration shining in his sleep. Here.

―The Greek!

SPOT THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP.

―Yes … Yes. The professor, returning by way of the kings. He guessed it was, Myles Crawford said throwing out his handkerchief to dab his nose. -Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let us say. Dear Mr Editor, what is a man to atoms if they got him caught. Shapely bathers on golden strand. We were always loyal to the left along Abbey street.

—No, Stephen said. He knew he must be responsible. Madden up. Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously. We won every time!

―—The idea, Mr Bloom said, going. -Like fellows who had blown up the winding staircase, grunting as he did not belong in the spleen. Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat, Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the Kilkenny People. —Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an instant. The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen's shoulder.

That old pelters, the language of the next.

―What about that leader this evening? I'll take it round to the professor asked.

―—You can do that, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder.

―There's a hurricane blowing. Shadows thickened around him, for example. -Freeman!

―-Well, get it, let me see. At one bend he saw that most of them by the roadside; and he saw off across the road where wondering stars glimmered through high autumn boughs. Professor cried.

Mr Bloom said, and his American cousin of the empire of the proper sensations of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips wide to reflect.

It is rumored in Ulthar, beyond the orchard.

―With an accent on the name. Right. With the passage of time he became almost glad he had failed to find that box; that carved oak box of ancient oak. Three bob I lent him in Meagher's.

Akasic records. Love and laud him: me no more. By the way how did he mark the starved fancy and beauty and too shrewd for dreams.

―-What is it? -If Bloom were here, too, Myles Crawford said at once to the ruins at no distant period.

Bladderbags. Tourists over for the corporation. Heavy greasy smell there always is in those far-off priestcraft, could not name.

Bushe, yes.

―He wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor Nannetti from the first in the doorway, and had made him secretly ashamed to dwell in visions. His Majesty's vermilion mailcars, bearing on their striped petticoats, peering up at the dreams and the stick and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit.

He had read much of these, got out of the morning he drove off alone in his toga and he started again at its familiarity after long years. Mr Bloom said. —You take my breath away. Stephen turned in surprise. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night was near.

―Is the editor said promptly. Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle.

A DAYFATHER.

There are twists of time and space, of that Egyptian highpriest raised in a child's frock. Aha! A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the shoulder.

―-A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh asked, coming to the left along Abbey street. Only on closer view did he mark the starved fancy and beauty and its silly reluctance to admit its own way. I saw it, he said. X for supper every Saturday.

To where?

Certainly, I think I ever heard was a box of ancient oak.

―Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. Right, Mr Bloom turned and saw the group of giant elms among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things, and you'll kick. He had failed to find that box; that carved oak box of archaic wonder whose grotesque lid no hand had raised for two months, he said again with new pleasure. Hey you, the professor said, suffering his grip.

I going to visit his old ancestral country around Arkham. Myles Crawford said.

―Stephen raised his eyes traced out the velvet and deserted lawns shining undulant between their tumbled walls, and far less worthy of respect because of its professors; or feel to the ruins of the intellect. -Do you think really of that match, that fabulous town of Belloy-en-Santerre, and edging through the meshes of his jacket, jingling his keys in his faery gardens.

It's a play on the scarred woodwork.

THE RAW.

We were weak, therefore worthless.

―The nethermost deck of the intellect and of the inflated windbag!

―-How are you now? Dick Adams, the vicechancellor, is fully ten years the Greeks.

He saw that most of its unconsciousness and impersonal unmorality in the Foreign Legion of France.

―A people sheltered within his voice above it boldly: Is the boss …? That's new, Myles Crawford said, his eyes to the dusty windowpane. Myles Crawford cried angrily. He guessed it was a pressman for you. No, Stephen said. —Lay on, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, Sandymount Green! Hello? —I see what you mean. He added to J.J. O'Molloy turned the files, swept his hand in his way.

Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

―He hustled the boy out and shut the door to. But what do you find a pressman for you.

―A few wellchosen words, by sounds of words. So long as they do no worse. -Well, Mr Bloom said. Maybe he understands what I know of Carter I think I ever listened to in my life fell from the Kilkenny People.

―Is the boss …? Sceptre with O. Learn a lot teaching others. Losing heart. No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, hurrying out. -Brayden.

J.J. O'Molloy said.

―They put on their sleeve like the Englishman who follows in his sanctum with Lenehan. Then there was not there, you see? The editor said proudly.

—The ghost walks, professor MacHugh: We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will we not?

―You know Gerald Fitzgibbon.

―But what do you do that, Myles Crawford said. Our lovely land. Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties. Come, Mister Randy!

He is sitting with a little noise.

―Ballsbridge. Are you ready? J.J. O'Molloy said in a Kilkenny paper. Longfelt want. —Good day, Jack, he said. Thump, thump, thump.

-New York World cabled for a second now and then catch him out perhaps.

THE WINNER.

The tissues rustled up in the vatican.

―The serried mountain peaks. Then Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.

―Poor papa with his speech. That's what life is a good idea? -Good day, the professor cried, giving vent to a lost cause. Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Better not. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story. I'll take it round to the Star and Garter.

—Right, Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a close.

―Careless chap.

Him, sir, Stephen said. Thumping.

By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man.

―Lenehan gave a loud cough.

―Magennis. —Muchibus thankibus. Mr Bloom passed on out of the onehandled adulterer.

A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―Third hint.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―I know of Carter I think I ever heard was a pressman like that part.

―J.J. O'Molloy said. Better phone him up first.

―Against the wall.

Was he short taken? —We can do him one. There's a hurricane blowing. -Quite right too, Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled. —Monks! No.

Gallaher used to haunt. -Whose land? The cloud by day.

―Weathercocks. Bladderbags. That door too sllt creaking, asking to be shut. -There it is, none but his grandfather and great lichened rocks rose vaguely here and there in 1916, while serving with the dreams and the lonely rustic homestead of his strange great-uncle Christopher thirty years before let fall some careless word of undoubted connection with what was then far in the Star. Bushe K.C., for the touch of earth was upon his mind, and at some unplaced familiarity.

―Monkeydoodle the whole bloody history.

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―They give two threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the pennies with the Eternal amid lightnings on Sinai's mountaintop nor ever have beheld, and had felt strangely affected by the naive trust of his fathers were pulling him toward some hidden and ancestral source. It seemed to me. But he wants a par to call attention in the papers and then in the parlour. They went forth to irradiate her silver effulgence … —Do you want to see how solemnly people tried to gild brute impulse with a word: If you want to draw the cashier is just gone.

The accumulation of the minds that flicker for a drink. Mr Bloom's wake, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life, legend, and Carter shivered now. You can do it, he said.

―See his phiz then. Hot and cold in the fire. Thumping. I going to visit his old ancestral country around Arkham.

I wonder.

J.J. O'Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them, in rose, in russet, entwining, per l'aer perso, in a nameless cemetery. So Randolph Carter was marched up the hill.

―Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss?

He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles? Myles Crawford said.

―The Plums. See it in the vatican.

Hasn't she told you to write something for me no later than last week.

―Vestal virgins. Mr Editor, what?

―Come in. Hello, Jack.

―—Where is that young Dedalus the moving spirit. His name is Keyes.

Brains on their sides the royal university dinner.

―Davy Stephens, minute in a discolored parchment, was there. It was revealed to me.

A COLLISION ENSUES.

―No poetic licence. M.A.P. It was deep; far deeper than anyone but Randolph suspected, for he saw the group of giant elms among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those ways were the sole makers of their emotions, and myself. Come, Mister Randy! Wise men told him something odd once about an ad. To think that that lore and the cat and the seas. It was, Myles Crawford cried angrily. Eh? Only in the afternoon and get back before dark? She knew Uncle Chris had told him nothing. And then the lamb and the rest after. J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen. Working away, buttoned, into an age remote from this age, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the Irish.

―—History! As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? —O, my rib risible!

A.E. has been telling some yankee interviewer that you can't answer a body! The trees and the brother-in-Ossory. Psha! What do you know that story about chief baron Palles? He ate off the old beliefs; nor ever stopped to think that Old Benijy should still be alive! It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said. —A perfect cretic! Professor MacHugh turned on him. Weathercocks. Living to spite them. Let him take that in first. What is it?

―-Tell him go to hell, the professor and took one himself. A night watchman. Where is that young Dedalus the moving spirit.

―He thought it rather silly that he cultivated a painstaking sense of pity and tragedy. —Is the editor said promptly.

The idea, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but there was not there, you see.

LOST CAUSES, MAGISTRA ARTIUM.

―Myles Crawford crammed the sheets back and went into the house as it were … —Begone! —I'll go through the printingworks, Mr O'Madden Burke said. -Don't you forget! Ned Lambert sidled down from his waistcoat. Entertainments. It sounds nobler than British or Brixton. Usual blarney.

There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh who wears goggles of ebony hue. Used to get in.

―All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it is, none but his grandfather and great lichened rocks rose vaguely here and there in 1916, while serving with the rustling tissues.

―—I see him, Myles Crawford said. He'll get that advertisement, the professor said nodding twice.

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT. HELLO THERE, BELIEF.

―Racing special! Then round the top. Pyrrhus! See the wheeze?

―Ned Lambert pleaded. Nile. -Pitched room with the beasts and peasants; so much so that a touch of jaundice, and though showing him none of the Irish.

THE HEART OF A DAYFATHER.

―Ned, Mr Crawford? … He's the beatingest boy for running off in the future. Bulldosing the public!

―—Good day, the last flush of day, the professor said, suffering his grip.

―A bit nervy. -Yes, Red Murray whispered. -That'll be all right. Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. Neck.

-YET CAN DO IT IS TURNED OUT.

―It is said of him that idea, he had found a way to the table came to study those who had thrown off the crescent of water biscuit he had forgotten that all his high fantasy into thin-veiled allegory and cheap social satire. She knew Uncle Chris had told him where to find.

I could have said when he was on a certain papyrus scroll belonging to the mantelpiece. When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor at the back of a century.

―So it was in the Star and Garter. —Bathe his lips, Mr Bloom said. —Begone!

HOUSE OF THE CROZIER AND REASONS. A STREET CORTEGE. K.M.A. K.M.R.I.A. RAISING THE CROZIER AND LIKEWISE— YET CAN YOU BLAME THEM?

―—Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan prefaced. Both smiled over the crossblind at the hideous faces leering from the newsboys squatted on the Independent. His dreams were meanwhile increasing in vividness, and Marathon looked on the scarred woodwork. Old Chatterton, the professor cried, clapping Stephen on the Kingsport steeple, though at the file.

They went under. -Muchibus thankibus.

—Where do you find a pressman for you.

GENTLEMEN OF OAKLANDS, SANDYMOUNT.

J.J. O'Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking: Professor Magennis was speaking to me that those things till mystery had gone out of their mouths and spitting the plumstones slowly out between the railings. He sometimes dreamed better when awake, and did not slacken till he had once known, and at some unplaced familiarity.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL. ORTHOGRAPHICAL.

―I could have said something about an old hat or something. Shapely bathers on golden strand. Ned.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS. WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

―I was present. Any time he became a kind of thing to tell a child whose head was already too full of meaning and purpose. Three weeks.

―Mr Bloom's arm with the mingled wills of all that ever anywhere wherever was. —Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford began.

―Rain had long forgotten.

—Something for you.

―Parks with half his week's allowance to help him open the box and keep quiet about it; and form no escape from life to a lost cause. Dubliners. Right.

K.M.A. K.M.R.I.A. RAISING THE DISSOLUTION OF HIGH MORALE.

Another newsboy shot past them to mind, his eye running down the stairs at their faces.

―Holohan told me, sir.

He said of it sourly: demise, Lenehan announced gladly: Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford said.

DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, OF KEYES. HORATIO IS TURNED OUT.

―You look like communards. Look at here, Mr Crawford?

―The editor who, leaning against the mantelshelf, had the foot and mouth disease and no mistake!

[ulyssesredux]

Cyclops

Nice! So Joe took up the letters.

She lost because she campaigned in the wrong direction.

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania and is losing votes in Wisconsin recount. The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which the dusky potentate, in the entire opinion, the panel did not bother even to cite this the statute.

Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there is no proof, and never will be slaves, with the rest to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

What is it? We are going to collude in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! And after all, says Martin to the jarvey.

—There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf, that was Ted Cruz!

—Yes, sir, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. Numbers are way down. Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. B. Gorman, O.D.C.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C.C. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

8:00 P.M. Myler punishing him. Also, is it true that the DNC would not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the computer servers? Big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Talks about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in race. I will be pres.

Says Bloom. No more! Biggest story in politics is now happening in the U.S. Indiana. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Crooked Hillary has been fighting ISIS, or whatever she has been doing, for years. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Russia took over Crimea. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if Martin is there.

So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the top secret report he Obama was presented? The mimber? —Hurrah, there, says Joe, throwing down the letters. Ay, says I. And says John Wyse.

—Look at him, says he.

Great POLL numbers are coming out all over. Shake hands, brother. No way It is Clinton and Sanders people who disrupted my rally in Chicago-and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up. And Bloom explaining he meant on account of the poor woman, I mean, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he.

No more!

Says the citizen. Because he no pay me my moneys?

We must do better!

Airplane departed from Paris. What are you doing round those parts? Bad instincts A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty!

God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead.

A poor house and a bare larder.

Mind C.K. doesn't pile it on. Dimsey, wife of David Dimsey, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters.

Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was.

Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, no less. Wrong answer!

—Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says the citizen. —There you are, says Alf.

No, says the citizen.

I can't get a penny out of him would give you the bloody pip. The men came to handigrips. Love, says Bloom.

—Talking about violent exercise, says Alf I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. Amazingly, with all of the others?

—Who won, Mr Lenehan?

Kasich is weak on illegal immigration.

Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M. speech in Melbourne, Florida. We've had free—Hillary Clinton conceded the election when she called me just prior to the victory speech and after the results were in.

Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and totally desperate.

—Bi i dho husht, says he. Praying for all the world to walk about selling Irish industries. We have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT! Bernie.

The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Russia will respect us far more than they do now and both countries will, perhaps, work together to solve some of the many wonderful things that he stood for.

—I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

—I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe, handing round the boose. Picture of a butting match, trying to come back. Asked if he had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the eastern angle where the ram has power. —Lackaday, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder, quotha!

—But it's no use, says he. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

Another horrific attack, this time in Nice, France. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of deathless Leda. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

Shows weakness! Vote Trump and end this madness! —No, says the citizen.

Together, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs and criminals.

Your God was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

We need to secure our borders ASAP.

Thank you West Virginia. Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England? Only 38,000 new jobs Masa said he would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he totally changed a 16 year old story that he had written in order to be at the Grand Opening of my great Turnberry Resort.

How's that, eh? I wouldn't sell for half a crown. Gob, he near throttled him.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz had zero.

Why hasn't she done them in her last 30 years?

—Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Crooked Hillary says she is going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but any business that leaves our country for another country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! —Right, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow? I have NOTHING to do with women, and they tie him down on the buttend of a gun. The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers.

What?

Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, supports open borders, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary! And I belong to a race too, says Joe, God between us and harm. And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have no country. On Saturday a great man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.

Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was packed with great pros-WIN! Big tax & regulation cuts coming! And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Thank you to everyone for making it so special!

Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wall if they pay a little later so the wall can be built more quickly.

—And will again, says the citizen. —Honest injun, says Alf. Says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? I not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night the big debate. Hillary said, We are going to fix America's problems. Christ M'Keown, says Joe. She has done nothing in the Senate. —The European family, says J.J.—There he is sitting there.

Somebody hacked the DNC but why did they not have hacking defense like the RNC has and why have they not responded to the terrible things they did and said like giving the questions to the debate? Just arrived in Cleveland-will be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else. I thought so, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.

Thank you to teachers across America! Love Utah-will be back many times!

Course it was a bloody barney. We will do so by bringing back jobs! So begob the citizen would have been front page news!

You're sure? —With Dignam, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place.

A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from ancient ages.

He will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. People don't want another four years of incompetence! Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Russia/CIA card. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Gob, they ought to drown him in the bloody establishment.

He knows nothing about me. You love a certain person.

—But do you know what that is. Dem party! Never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. She sold them out, V.P. pick!

Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most dishonest person to have ever run for the presidency, is also one of the letters. Intelligence Committee looking into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go to the house. Amazing crowd!

I had 17 opponents and she just had a massive rally.

The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions. What will you have? Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the F.B.I. Big strong men, officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? The rally inside was big and beautiful, but outside, criminals!

The Mayor of San Jose did a terrible job representing workers.

—Cattle traders, says Joe, how short your shirt is!

Great State of Louisiana, for the wife's admirers. LIE! —Well, says J.J.—We don't want him, says he.

He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there. And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to cry: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, join me in honoring the critical role of women here in America & around the world.

Mexico, called me about getting together for a meeting. Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed. So I saw there was trouble coming.

We know those canters, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name.

Tremendous crowds expected!

So many false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. I will win the election against Bernie.

I spoke about a temporary ban, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Then he was telling us there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS.

Give us a bloody chance. Our own fault. Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty!

Our country is divided and out of control. And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto, Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians and Vallombrosans, and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word.

Will know soon! Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody mongrel. Wow, Crooked Hillary hates her! Unbelievable evening.

Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet. And the rest nowhere. Adonai! They were crushed last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a vote of 87-12.

Nobody can beat me on their own so they have to change.

—Old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Moses Herzog, of 13 Saint Kevin's parade in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E. Geraghty, esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city of Dublin. —Ay, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease. I will bring our jobs back to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

People want their country back, just like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the election.

Island—and that was season 1 compared to season 14.

Good health, Ned, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb.

Who? Cursed by God. These are the people that were never asked to be VP that tell the press that they will not take the position.

It now turns out that the phony allegations against me were put together by my political opponents and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up nonsense to steal the election. What was your best throw, citizen?

S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. And a very good initial too, says the citizen. Happy New Year to everyone!

—That's so, says Joe. My wonderful son, Eric, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse.

Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, sure enough, was the one who predicted early that I would win! Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all the outrage from Democrats and the opposition party the media when our jobs were fleeing our country? Says the citizen, they believe it. We have won in every category. In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of bondage. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wall! The house rises. All the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. Ready to lead. That's what I said! An article of headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, no less. Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Finn and of the British dominions beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him. Nobody can beat me on their own so they have to announce this?

You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. The Apprentice except for fact that I conceived it with Mark B & have a big WIN in November, paving the way for many great Supreme Court Justices was very well recieved. Hillary Clinton, I am spending a lot myself and also helping others. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut.

An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage. —The wife's advisers, I mean, says the citizen. —Well, says John Wyse. It will fall of its own weight-be careful!

And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend. Heading to Colorado for a big meeting on bringing back car production to State & U.S. Who? The cast of Hamilton was very rude last night to a very good initial too, says the citizen.

All for number one.

But he might take my leg for a lamppost. You whatwhat? My thoughts and prayers are with the two police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. An you be the king's messengers, master Taptun? I mean is … —Sinn Fein!

CLINTON 27. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you! —Who is Junius?

But, says Bloom. Doesn't work, I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Senator, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American she would be nothing today. Crooked Hillary and Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get better as we continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin our big tax cut! But do you know what I'm telling you. —Put it there, citizen, says Ned. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders and that will happen because the books are cooked against Bernie!

Crooked hard.

Florida & I won in a landslide! Bad! I was just round at the court? Insulted. The media lies to make it sound bad or foolish.

Waste of time. She doesn't have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf, you can mark it down, I am the one person she doesn't want to run against is Donald Trump—and that is fact! So Bloom slopes in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

The European family, says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?

A formula for disaster! Very organized process taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many other positions. Concert tour. Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet!

An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage.

If I only had 1 person running against me in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses. —Some people, says Bloom.

—There he is again, says Joe. No.

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the endorsement. —Well, says John Wyse. —Give it a name, citizen, says Joe. Insulted.

Says Bloom.

Selling bazaar tickets or what do you think, says Joe.

On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield, a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon, blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the most precious victim.

We should tell China that we don't want the drone they stole back.

Enjoy!

Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? Big day for healthcare. Says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me.

—How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't get to 1237.

We have Paul Ryan, had a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty.

And here she is, says I. We are now leading in many polls, and many of these were taken before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday-great in states!

Says the citizen.

I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. Nobody can beat me on the win.

—Who's dead? Also, Crooked Hillary called African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton only knows how to make a speech when it is a hit on me. Says he, preaching and picking your pocket. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, especially in the shadows of Brussels.

—Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue.

They have been playing the United States.

While I believe I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than 1237 delegates, it is very hard to make it a great journey for the American people will come way down!

And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a black border round it.

Stand up to it then with force like men.

This very instant. Just met with General Petraeus—was very impressed!

Your God was a jew and his father was a jew. The bible!

The Republican House Freedom Caucus was able to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

—Love, says Bloom, for the corporation there near Butt bridge. It was exactly seventeen o'clock.

Car companies coming back to U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted NOW! —Bloom, says he, all the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Gob, he'd have a soft hand under a hen.

How nice, but what do we get?

—That chap? MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! We need strong borders now! FAKE MEDIA calls it differently! The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, illegal immigration and border security instead of always looking to start World War III.

And begob what was it only one of the most precious blood of the most precious victim. I.

Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis. Handed him the father and mother of a beating.

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught. And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of day with old Troy of the D.M.P. at the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but in he comes again letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. People first. Drink that, citizen. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the tragic to tell her. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet. The terrorist who killed so many jobs. Outside, small group of people who voted illegally Trump is going to be packed?

Royal Donor. Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax. THANK YOU!

No games!

Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, sure enough, was the citizen up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, swearing by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a fact, says John Wyse.

Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. And begob he got as far as the door and they holding him and he bawls out of him. But fear not, the dishonest media report the facts! These are extremely dangerous people and should not be allowed back onto the battlefield. —Love, says Bloom, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

We will bring back jobs to USA.

—Yes, says J.J. Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. —Yes, that's the man, says he. Gulf Coast region.

Our own fault. And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Finn and of the British dominions beyond the sea. Ay, ay, and his own kidney too.

Being at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses.

We must restore law and order and protect our great law enforcement officers! —I had half a crown.

Is that Bergan?

And says Bob Doran.

Very unfair!

Says I.

—Bye bye all, says John Wyse. You see, he, Dignam, I mean, says the citizen. And Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Good news! Thank you, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. Mr Boylan. In the course of the argument cannonballs, scimitars, boomerangs, blunderbusses, stinkpots, meatchoppers, umbrellas, catapults, knuckledusters, sandbags, lumps of pig iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged. Bernie, media would go wild I always said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, after stealing and cheating her way to a Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! And He answered with a main cry: Abba! We will unite and we will all get together and come up with a story as to why they lost the election, despite her statements to the contrary: top adv.

Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope. No way! One for future presidents, but costs are out of control.

What's that?

With two people, big & over! Trade follows the flag. —No, says the citizen. Read them. Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked.

Jesus, full up I was trading without a licence, says he. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions. Interrogated as to whether the eighth or the ninth of March was the correct date of the birth of Ireland's patron saint. Thank you Michigan! I. Gob, Jack made him toe the line.

Crooked Hillary, who embarrassed herself and the country with bugs. I will be in Alabama for last rally! And how's the old heart, citizen?

To hell with them!

CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the election, if that were me it would have been much easier for me to win the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the DJT audio & sound level was very bad. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?

LIE! —Well, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? Perfide Albion! It will fall of its own weight-be careful! It was a fight to a finish and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. —Will you try another, citizen?

You what? Drop out LYIN' Ted. Lyin' Ted Cruz. You're a rogue and I'm another. Misconduct of society belle.

What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen. Isn't he?

Thanks Carrier I will be having a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the codology of the business and the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on. And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it. —Beg your pardon, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. Also said Russians did not give him the info! —A most scandalous thing!

Does anybody really believe that meeting was just a coincidence? Hundred to five.

—Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to meet with the puppets of politics, they will do much better!

Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the press and the bar and true verdict give according to the Hungarian system. —Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. Says Bloom, for the wife's admirers.

Now what were those two at? Bloom.

—Were you round at the court? Media put out false reports that it was cancelled! Our country is stagnant. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. charges them nothing or little.

A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. Very much enjoyed my tour of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job done by amazing people! When will we learn? -Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion.

It was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be brought against Crooked Hillary despite the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails yet can you believe I lost large numbers of women voters based on made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.

Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. Lyin' Crooked Hillary. The king's friends God bless His Majesty! Blind to the world. But, says Bloom, on account of the … And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Tremendous crowds and spirit. Great meetings will take place today at Trump Tower today. A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning on the various Sunday morning shows. She is too easy! Dem Gov. of MN. He should run as an Independent. —… Private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in Pentonville prison and i was assistant when … —Jesus, says he, honourable person.

While I am given little credit for this by the voters, I am spending very little. But, says Bloom. God between us and harm. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.

L. Bloom, who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses happily too familiar to need recalling here A nation once again in the execution of which the dusky potentate, in the entire U.S.

—Bloom, says he, looking for you. People don't want another four years of Obama and people like Crooked Hillary! She supported NAFTA, worst deal in US history. And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum. If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the words I say, I would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail release today was so bad to Sanders that it will expand in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Sad! Will be talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him. I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm telling you? —Give us the paw!

Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would and talk steady. Jesus, I had to knock out 16 very good and smart candidates. The media is spending more time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. Little Michael Bloomberg, who never had the guts to run for president, has passed away at 92. With all of the fifth grade of Mercalli's scale, and there is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz has lost so much of the evangelical vote is that they are totally embarrassed!

Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on their way. —O hell!

—O, by God, says Ned. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Tremendous crowds and spirit. Says Joe. Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted. President Peña Nieto. The great boxing promoter, Don King, just endorsed me. While Hillary said horrible things about my supporters, millions of amazing, hard working people.

Wow, reviews are in-THANK YOU! —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. Thank you for your support! Hast aught to give us? The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. Gulf Coast region. —And moreover, says J.J. One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury street.

Cheers.—There's the man, says he. —Cattle traders, says Joe, from bitter experience.

—Love, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. And straightway the minions of the law.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of all our misfortunes. I. Ah, yes. Says Lenehan. See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so weak, and so many other African Americans who know me well and endorsed me, about not allowing people on the terrorist attack in London.

Our greatest living phonetic expert wild horses shall not drag it from us!

Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. —O hell! The State Department. And after all, says Martin, we're ready. —The strangers, says the citizen. Courts must act fast! I have been saying. I would. And after came all saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and S. Isidore Arator and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. He's on point duty up and down there for the last gospel. Tom Price, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is moving fast!

Already happening! I want them to be themselves and express their own thoughts, not mine! —Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf. Bernie's guy, like Bernie himself, never had a chance. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary.

—I beg your parsnips, says Alf.

'Tis a merry rogue. Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. And who does he suspect?

What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? Commendatore Beninobenone having been extricated from underneath the presidential armchair, it was explained by his legal adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their senses.

I, says Joe. This will end when I am President, Russia will respect us far more than any other candidate. Obama's disastrous judgment gave us ISIS, rise of Iran, and the haters are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal work. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Larches, firs, all the history of politics especially if you believe that Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. It has been a one-sided deal from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. —What? I have decided to postpone my speech on Thursday night. He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that she will be raising taxes beyond belief! This poor hardworking man! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Like I said, the system is totally rigged against him. Just another terrible decision! You should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born.

My transition team, which is a mess! Another attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. This story is not about Mr. Khan, who does not know me, viciously attacked me from the stage of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he gave up on the e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his jaws. Met with President Obama.

Will be such fun! Highly overrated!

But begob I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. The citizen made a grab at the letter. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism is very real, just look at the mess our country and world is in-bogged down in conflict all over the world to walk about selling Irish industries.

The constant interruptions last night by Tim Kaine should not have been allowed.

—And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. No security. No wonder he lost!

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. Just had a great day, especially when added to the brave & brilliant vote. Changing venue to much larger one.

The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish facecloth attributed to Solomon of Droma and Manus Tomaltach og MacDonogh, authors of the Book of Ballymote, was then carefully produced and called forth prolonged admiration. Drive ahead.

The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs to be stolen from us by other countries.

Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Says Joe. Many of her statements were lies and fabrications!

Ohio will remember that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to another state.

Already happening!

200 dead in Baghdad, worst in many years. He knew the PAC was putting it out-hence, Lyin' Ted, or I will spill the beans on your wife! Such a big problem for our country. And Bloom, of course, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause. Serious bias-big problem! Prime Minister Abe is heading back to Japan. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!

Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama White House 22 times, and 4 times last year alone.

—That the lay you're on now?

I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup.

She lays eggs for us. Thank you! Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked. Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest.

—Ay, says I. What about paying our respects to our friend?

It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v.

Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted is when he has it but sure like that he never has it. The Democratic National Committee would not allow the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was hacked? Says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb. —Robbed, says he, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling.

If I can’t make a great deal, we’re going to tear it up.

Says Bloom.

I am right, only to be criticized by the media.

On my way to San Diego to raise money for children with cancer because of a possible conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of business. The race for DNC Chairman was, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face.

—Circumcised?

—… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a plunge back into the U.S. even before taking office, with all of the jobs I am bringing back to our Nation, that number will only get worse.

Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking. President, Russia will respect us far more than any other candidate. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

—Widow woman, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

Just made a speech in front 17,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! JOBS, with the help of Club For Growth and Heritage, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

Klook Klook Klook.

Says Joe, as someone said.

If she can't win Kentucky, she should drop out of the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the win. Big protest march in Colorado on Friday afternoon!

—By God, then, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. —Were you round at the court?

Unbelievable evening. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the Year-a great honor to be the winner. The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers! I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is a total Clinton flunky! —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

Says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? —There he is sitting there.

Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney's moustaches, the signior Brini from Summerhill, the eyetallyano, papal Zouave to the Holy Father, has left the Republican Party.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him. To hell with them! I mean, says the citizen, staring out. Boylan.

Something very big is happening! —Give us the paw! Under the leadership of Obama and people like Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a fraud. So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts talking with Joe, telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they swore by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob.

This very moment. She's right.

The strangers, says the citizen. Christians in the Middle-East have been executed in large numbers while, as it happens. O ocean, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind. —Are you codding?

—Libel action, says he. A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he agrees with me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

Here you are, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. The courts are making the job very difficult! Says I.

More attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. The water rate, Mr Boylan.

And will again, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place. From day one I said that I inherited something very special, the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails, which should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the public. It just never seems to work the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Only one, says Lenehan.

—And who does he suspect? —You saw his ghost then, says Joe. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a fraud.

Let us drink our pints in peace. He will be missed by all! Leaving now for a one night stay in Scotland. He will endorse her today-fans angry! I will fix it. —What?

And a very good initial too, says Joe. Says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true.

Very dangerous! The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts gassing out of him right in the corner.

Jobs!

Virag from Hungary! Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning that I was going to build a great wall on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and much more.

Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence who has done a terrible job representing workers.

Be careful Bernie, or my supporters will go to yours! In order to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the Wikileakes disaster, the Dems said maybe it is Russia dealing with Trump. Things are looking good for Tuesday! —Yes, that's the man, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah. How is your testament?

Original evidence was overwhelming, should not have delayed! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be Native American to get in Harvard.

You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. Universal love. The Clintons spend millions on negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a tweet as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star! —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary! —Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, laughing. Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the funeral of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

Any amount of money to NATO & the United States. Ay, says I. I will be the same here if you put force against force, says the citizen taking up his John Jameson. You what? —Yes, your worship.

Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will be bringing back their jobs. We can be great!

All wind and piss like a tanyard cat.

A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Hast aught to give us? —Keep your pecker up, says Joe.

Well, says the citizen. It'd be an act of God to take a li … And he doubled up. Today at 3:00 P.M. W.

Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, Dublin.

Cuckoos. Says Bloom. We are a long time, is founded, as I was saying, the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone. I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier. —Who made those allegations?

Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words. —Stand and deliver, says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole world! And Joe asked him would he have another. The answer to the honourable member's question is in the affirmative. Lyin' Hillary, is getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions. But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands for the last ten minutes. Lyin'Ted Cruz over the GQ cover pic of Melania, he did.

And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody establishment. Very dishonest! —I will, says Joe, from bitter experience.

—Anyhow, says Joe. —Well, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. The Apprentice except for fact that I will be making a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the GREAT State of Arizona, where I just had a news conference, but he doesn't have a clue. Just watched the totally biased and fake news reports of the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps more time needed to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent! She is a winner! So why didn't they fix it?

Crofton or Crawford. #DTS With all that Congress has to work on, do they really have to make the weakening of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

—We know those canters, says he. Was there to support son Clinton is trying to wash away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

No way to run a country!

—Who is Junius? DESPERATION!

Place looks beautiful! A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, many of those who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March. The observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the distorted and inaccurate media. It implies that he is voting for me.

Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his pocket. Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Do you know that he's balmy? The Supreme Court and mic did not work a mess-just like her email lies and her other fraudulent activity. —The noblest, the truest, says he, trying to pass it off. 20 years-and look where we are! ISIS is taking credit for the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a Somali refugee who should not have been in our country.

Place looks beautiful!

Crime reduction will be one of my top priorities. Come on boys, says Martin.

—Well, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow. So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to Lenehan.

—A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech.

'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers!

After an instructive discourse by the chairman, a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed, a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard of excellence ensued as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals. What? The FBI is totally unable to stop the national security leakers that have permeated our government for the next 8 years.

A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration. —The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. Klook Klook Klook.

I've a pain laughing. Can't function under pressure-not very presidential.

Crooked Hillary Clinton does not.

Hoho begob says I to myself says I. Says I.

We just had the worst jobs report since 2010. Says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. —That what's I mean, says Bloom. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago. Blind to the world only Bob Doran. Hillary can't!

Remember when the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Lord Howard de Walden's.

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

Says Martin, rapping for his glass.

I mean his wife. That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. We must be smart, tough and vigilant. Also, Crooked Hillary called African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton only knows how to make a speech when it is a hit on me. She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. Tremendous support except for some Republican leadership.

The same people who did the phony election polls, and were so wrong, are now doing approval rating polls. Says Joe.

—The memory of the dead, says the citizen. Very proud!

I have been saying, Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she says that she got more primary votes than Donald Trump! Ohio, and now he is endorsing Ted Cruz.

Our greatest living phonetic expert wild horses shall not drag it from us! Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she made up things that I said or believe but have no basis in fact.

I wouldn't sell for half a crown. Hell upon earth it is. Unfortunately I have other plans. —Where?

Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the tip. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him, I promise you.

We know those canters, says he.

Hillary Clinton. It will only go further down under Clinton. And, begob, Joe was equal to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the clergy as well as current mission, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a must! —Mendelssohn was a jew. —Old Troy, says I.

The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of the millions of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Isn't that a fact, that the media pile on against me is the worst in American political history! And he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he near sent it into the county Longford. Ohio from drug overdoses. —Ah, well, says Joe. Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he?

So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they knew it.

Rigged system!

We will bring back our jobs.

This was a great evening-I would like to thank everyone for your tremendous support. Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it easier for them to meet with the U.S.A.G. to work out a deal. —There you are, citizen, says Joe, doing the honours. A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March.

Frailty, thy name is Sceptre. And after came all saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and S. Isidore Arator and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Berchmans and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. The Democrats made up and pushed the Russian story as an excuse for running a terrible campaign.

I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get the handwriting examined first. It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. Do you know what a nation means? Shake hands, brother. Many people are equating BREXIT, and what is going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth.

Beggar my neighbour is his motto.

That's mine, says Joe.

Philly fight?

You saw his ghost then, says Joe. And says he: What's your opinion of the times?

All wind and piss like a tanyard cat.

—Off with you, says Joe.

Says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last ten minutes. -Up stories and lies, and got caught Voter fraud! —Ay, says I. That’s a lot of money in Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and destroyed City I made a fortune off of debt, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all Americans. The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the great people of Guam! I not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night the big debate.

As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his brawny forearm or decapitated in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been mislaid, interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures, blessing and prophesying.

We don't want him, says he.

Congrats to the Senate for taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the House! And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole wide world. Coming in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent! Ohio Republican Party Chair. Taxpayers are paying a fortune for their release. Incompetent Hillary, despite the horrible attack in Nice, France. The ceremony which went off with great éclat was characterised by the most affecting cordiality. Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing.

President Obama a weak leader. Hundred to five!

I just wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you think, Bergan? But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness. Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.

I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as if I won Ohio.

People will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish facecloth attributed to Solomon of Droma and Manus Tomaltach og MacDonogh, authors of the Book of Ballymote, was then carefully produced and called forth prolonged admiration. Hell upon earth it is. Praying for all the world to walk about selling Irish industries. O term! It is impossible for the FBI not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton. In my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Crooked Hillary. Media is protecting her!

I will, says he. An attack on those who keep us safe is an attack on us all.

It will be the first one that I've missed. They will sell many air conditioners! His rightwiseness.

An article of headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the halls of law. —Lackaday, good masters, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I was saying, the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. We brought them in. Their deadly coil they grasp: yea, and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord.

Hast aught to give us?

Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Not one American flag on the massive stage at the Democratic National Committee would not allow the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was hacked?

Watch Wednesday! Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself.

Will be fun!

How many children? Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects. We've had free—Hillary Clinton conceded the election when she called me just prior to Election!

So J.J. ordered the drinks. O, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him. We're all in a cart.

Stop illegal immigration. Thank you Rick! —Who? —Not taking anything between drinks, says I. —Who? To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We are going to WIN!

Night trip to Scotland in order to make me look bad. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no jobs in America—she doesn’t have a clue. Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. The so-called leaders ever learn! ISIS, or whatever she has been doing, for years.

The fact is ObamaCare was a lie from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed!

Come out here, Geraghty, you notorious bloody hill and dale robber!

—… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a grab at the letter. So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson.

We're all in a cart.

Last rally of the year-THANK YOU! Order! I want to thank everyone for their wonderful support. Give it a name, citizen, says Ned. Getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! —Rely on me, says Joe.

I gave millions of dollars of military equipment but I should not accept a congratulatory call. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The 2nd Amendment is under siege. Very proud! —Bye bye all, says Martin. The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers! Thanks Carrier I will be there! —Perfectly true, says Bloom. No matter what Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, the phony media will exclaim it to be incredible.

It's only initialled: P. —Here, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I will.

That's the great empire they boast about of drudges and whipped serfs. So much time and money will be spent-same result! Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. WP With all of the bad decisions she has made so many mistakes-and I mean real monsters!

Hope she is V.P. choice. Or also living in different places. Hillary Clinton. Christ, only five … What? Or any other woman marries a half and half. Very good talks!

I show you. Says Martin. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now spending Wall Street money on false ads against me in Florida & I won in a landslide, I won the popular vote. An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan. I am in Colorado-big day planned-but nothing can be as big as a lion, says Ned.

Shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the halls of law.

When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! That's the new Messiah for Ireland!

After him, boy! And his old fellow before him perpetrating frauds, old Methusalem Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself.

—O hell!

—We are a long time. Right, sir. Bernie Sanders, after seeing the just released e-mails.

—Consider that done, says Joe.

MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff.

Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M.

Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax! Why is it that the horrendous protesters, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? —Are you a strict t.t.? Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis. It's just that Keyes, you see. —Yes, says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says J.J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them.

The house rises. Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but leaves behind amazing legacy. They should be ashamed of herself! —Drinking his own stuff?

—But, says Bloom. The Club For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than my 739 delegates. What say you, good masters, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I was saying, the old one with the winkers on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour. And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. Hell upon earth it is. Thank you! Big announcement by Ford today. Says he, honourable person. A truly great champion and a wonderful guy.

Just made a speech in front 17,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island!

Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax!

—That can be explained by science, says Bloom, on account of the … And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. He should run as an Independent, say good bye to the Supreme Court!

—And after all, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein? Other than a small group of thugs burned Am flag! The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted.

I dismiss the case.

—I think the markets are on a rise, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him.

—Lo, Joe, says I. I am bringing back into the shop.

—Nor good red herring, says Joe, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode.

—Beg your pardon, says he.

A nation is the same people living in the same place for the past five years. —Yes, says Alf. Mr Orelli O'Reilly Montenotte. Nat.: Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the park. —Take a what?

—Yes, says Bloom. Shake hands, brother. God, then, my speech had millions of votes more than Crooked Hillary Clinton says that she is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement & insticts.

The traitor's son.

—Right, says Ned. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a disaster. She has bad judgement! I am least racist person there is Heading to D.C. to speak at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a good job if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. The only people who are not interested in being the V.P. pick are the people who will be running our government! Paul Ryan, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! Defrauding widows and orphans. Will be spending the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are being stolen by other countries like Mexico.

True for you, says I. Median household income is down for the middle class since Obama took office.

And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of Bloom the dentist?

Hillary Clinton, who wants to destroy our country & its people-how did he get thru system? This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been withheld in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses happily too familiar to need recalling here A nation once again and all to that.

Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut.

When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department? —And here she is, says the citizen. And Bloom with his argol bargol. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is a world class player and dealmaker. Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent. So the wife comes out top dog, what? —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. —You saw his ghost then, says Joe.

And my wife has the typhoid. Cruz and Graham, who have watched ISIS and many other positions. Nothing on emails. —That covers my case, says Joe.

It's just that Keyes, you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. —There he is again, says the citizen.

He should run as an Independent! That will end when I am President! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Dems: In my opinion an action might lie. As Bernie Sanders says, she has made so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary hates her! Hundred to five! Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia.

And says he: Mendelssohn was a jew, says he.

—Same only more so, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

He should show them, and that is fact! The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. #ObamacareFailed We are winning and the press is refusing to report it.

The scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to let that bloody povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him, bringing down the rain.

They totally distort so many things on purpose.

—Remanded, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. —O, by God, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same place for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him, I promise you. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president. But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's walk and the face on him as long as a late breakfast. If Bernie Sanders, after seeing the just released e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton, who wants to destroy all miners, I want to give the citizen the hard word about it. I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury. They have been playing the United States, yet the DNC convention ignored it. We have to accept the results and look to the future, Donald—of position.

The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for me.

Perhaps it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good.

Right, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye.

She sold them out, V.P. pick! —Persecution, says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole world! As true as I'm telling you.

The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. 'Tis a merry rogue. So dishonest!

Scandal! Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my record in lawsuits. To hell with them! —Give us a bloody chance. —Could a swim duck?

They think the public is stupid!

Great hate and sickness!

The traitor's son. —Throwaway, says he. Just a holiday. Even though I am not mandated by law to do so, I have instructed my execs to open Trump U?

They have nothing going but to obstruct. —Swindling the peasants, says the citizen, and the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the bark clave the waves. His name was Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. The beginning of the end was the horrible Iran deal, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him.

I am the one person she doesn't want to run against is Donald Trump—you have my full support! —Raimeis, says the citizen, and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his brush? Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Bernie S, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she is saying we need her to lead. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked. Using Alicia M in the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false narrative that I want guns brought into the school classroom. Made up, phony facts.

Taxpayers are paying a fortune for the use of Air Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN! Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Eh? —Half and half I mean, says the citizen. A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to Iran!

It was a fight to a finish and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, join me in honoring the critical role of women here in America & around the world. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

Your fly is open, mister! Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.

—How did that Canada swindle case go off? Cheers.—There's the man, says Joe.

May today to offer condolences on the terrorist attack in London.

And lo, there entered one of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. And says Lenehan that knows a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

No security.

Must find leaker now! Choking with bloody foolery. We should tell China that we don't want the drone they stole back. —What about paying our respects to our friend? Did you read that skit in the United States Congress. Secretary of State.

Sad end to great show How low has President Obama gone to tapp my phones during the very sacred election process.

The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmuring fondly Sheila, my own. Nurse loves the new chemist.

—It's on the march, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he. A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. Right, sir.

Thank you! Whisky and water on the brain.

Cried the second of the party, a man with so little touch for politics, is at it again! Yes, that's the man, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman. —That's where he's gone, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. Just a moment. —Ay, says Joe. Who's hindering you? Shame!

Says the citizen. —What is it?

He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time.

—And there's more where that came from, says he.

Gob, they ought to drown him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the development of the race so badly-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Hundred to five. It is being reported by virtually everyone, and is a fact, says John Wyse.

And here she is, says Joe. Supreme Court and mic did not work a mess-just like her husband did with NAFTA.

Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders. And talking to him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking.

So much for a movement!

Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.

The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.

I. Look to our steeds.

Cried the second of the party.

Hillary and DEMS. —That's too bad, says Bloom. Mike Pence.

O God, I've a pain laughing. Now, don't you see? What Garry? Isn't he a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers. No charges. To the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

Looking forward to being in Tampa this afternoon. All talk, no action—maybe her Native American name? Like I said, the system is totally rigged and corrupt! If Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says I want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as well as current mission, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a must! Our country is stagnant. Our country is totally divided and our enemies are watching. A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old guard and the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the other phenomenon. We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States would have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the US would have benefitted. —We don't want him, says he.

Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie. Enjoy!

O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the Republican Nominee for President of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. If so, he should run, not her. Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public. Scandalous!

#BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! Gara. This story is FAKE NEWS put out by the Dems, and played up by the ratepayers and corporators. No, says Joe.

The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme. Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she says that she is the one to deal with the U.K.

The work of salvage, removal of débris, human remains etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. Says Jack Power. The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Says Joe, handing round the boose. In my opinion an action might lie.

The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver. —Then suffer me to take your hand, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I was saying, the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel. Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed! Pistachios!

Just a moment.

And there sat with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert. —Same again, Terry, says Joe. I call him.

Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! A former Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. —But do you know what that means. —God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Didn't I tell you?

Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that he would respect the results of—during a general election. Thanks Donald! Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking. Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen scowling after him and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself.

It's only initialled: P. Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Gob, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?

And he let a volley of oaths after him. Blind to the world.

Nice! Thanks be to God they had the start of us. Very impressive people! Crooked Hillary. Look at, Bloom. Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode.

Philly fight? Or any other woman marries a half and half?

Met with President Obama for first time. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. I am President!

Met with President Obama.

So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.

—Here, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, says Bloom. The FBI is totally unable to stop the national security leakers that have permeated our government for the next 8 years.

And there's more where that came from, says he.

JOBS! Lying up in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/local officials for details & VOTE! Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, a big deal! In politics, and in Jacky Tar, the son of Rory: it is he.

She's right. Here you are, citizen, says Ned. The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off. Sorry folks, but Bernie Sanders is lying when he says his disruptors aren't told to go to the house. —Look at him, says he, at twenty to one. Has been a highlight of my stay in Indiana.

A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the inauguration, but look what they did for Hillary, NOTHING. I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. Thank you America! —Yes, sir, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb. —Repeat that dose, says Joe. Bernie Sanders have been treated badly by the Dems was so big that they are totally embarrassed!

Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it.

—That the lay you're on now? JOBS! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential. Cancel order! Twenty to one, says Lenehan.

—What about Dignam?

—That can be explained by science, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest. General Mattis, not a bad thing. 45,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico and other countries.

Elijah! Many reports that I will be making my Supreme Court pick on Thursday of next week. And the tragedy of it is, says Alf. God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. That's a straw.

Shame.

It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of it in all your born puff. —Could you make a hole in another pint? Early voting today; election next Saturday. I will win!

I will beat Hillary! That’s why ICE endorsed me.

I have not gotten involved in the e-mail scandal! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sad! Our legal system is broken! No, says Joe.

And lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. Melania, he did. They focused on wrong states We did it!

He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?

Melania, will be speaking about our great journey to the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. for the swearing in. —What are you doing round those parts? You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse. —Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

Also said Russians did not give him the info! Did I kill him, says Alf I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was my dog.

Fontenoy, eh? No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was just given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. —Well, says Martin. —Take a what? Ow! Says the citizen. And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick.

That's well known. Try again! I tell you? He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully. And I'm sure He will, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances Owen Garry. They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland.

If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. The voters wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

We should charge them SAME as they charge us!

Scandalous!

—I'll tell you what about it, Martin Cunningham. Very strange! Blazes? Change! What a dumb group! Vote Trump and end this madness!

Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never asked by me to be V.P. From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character.

With his name in Stubbs's. The long fellow gave him an eye as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he till I murder him?

How many children? Heading now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI. She's right. Wow!

Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard.

I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they knew it was going to be packed? —There you are, says Terry. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! I will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump. Please remember, I am saying if I am President, Russia will respect us far more than they do now and both countries will, perhaps, work together to solve some of the things it is currently focused on! Many of his supporters. After seven horrible years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, this is a tough business. And who was he, tell us? Says I.

No, says Martin, rapping for his glass.

Bad! —Ay, says John Wyse. —We don't want him, says he, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking. Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead.

Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary, I am fighting the dishonest and corrupt media and her government protection process. Bad instincts A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the voting booths in Texas. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is why are there so many illegal leaks coming out of Washington? Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is unfit to be our president-really bad judgement and a temperament, according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the defunct, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and he talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

Also said Russians did not give him the info! THE UNITED STATES IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS The U.S. is going to be a person who has made so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary. The media tries so hard to make it look like I am against Intelligence when in fact I am a big fan!

His Majesty!

Says: Foreign wars is the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race-e-mail case and the total mess she is in. Outside, small group of people, many of those who were present in large numbers while, as it pertains to my business, so complex-when actually it isn't! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From his girdle hung a row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquity, Cuchulin, Conn of hundred battles, Niall of nine hostages, Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O'Neill, Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O'Donnell, Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy Higgins, Henry Joy M'Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas Conneff, Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius.

The so-called angry crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists.

I should have easily won the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a judge, many very bad and dangerous people may be pouring into our country from certain areas, while our people are far more vulnerable, as we wait for what should be EASY D! To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the government and appointing consuls all over the world to walk about selling Irish industries.

The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. 4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again. But those that came to the land of holy Michan.

We have to accept the results and look to the future, Donald—of position. Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of kings.

Good timing, I was here for BREXIT. If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the FBI and all others should be looking into is the leaking of Classified information. You were and a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says I, in his gloryhole, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Vincent: and the confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice. I am spending a lot myself and also helping others. I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! And says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman.

—Is that really a fact?

I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

With Luis, Mexico and the United States. —Very kind of you, says I, your very good health and song. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket. I am the only one that was right from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. Good old doggy! I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom, for the U.S.Senate. I met him one day in the south city markets buying a tin of Neave's food six weeks before the and knew they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses.

Who is Junius?

Voters understand that Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not true-just like Dem party!

—A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. No offence, Crofton.

Both are looking good. Eh? We know what put English gold in his pocket.

Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the world to see. —Talking about violent exercise, says Alf. —On which the sun never rises, says Joe, from bitter experience. We’re going to get this economy running again. He is, says Joe. I am the one person she doesn't want to run against is Donald Trump—you have my full support! Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

Only a fool would believe that the meeting between Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? And Bass's mare? She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the spectators, including the smaller ones, into play. Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. Says Joe. I. Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. Yes, a kind of summer tour, you see. In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan.

Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Dems: In my opinion an action might lie.

Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement!

That’s a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking. —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen.

—Pity about her, says the citizen. The media refuses to show or discuss them. Says I.

It is amazing how often I am right, only to be criticized by the media and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the American Voter. Pricing for the American people. Leave the court immediately, sir.

And he let a volley of oaths after him.

So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.

A GREAT GUY! In order to try and figure me out.

On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

Very much enjoyed my tour of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job done by amazing people! Says J.J.: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted, or I will spill the beans on your wife!

Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in order to make me look bad! People want LAW AND ORDER! Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked. They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland.

I'm not … —No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of my favorite places this morning, Staten Island. —He's a perverted jew, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry. Taking what belongs to us by right.

100% made up by women many already proven false and pushed big time by press, have impact! Says the citizen, that's what's the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race-e-mail release today was so bad to Sanders that it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico.

Senator, Jeff Flake. Don't believe the main stream fake news media. And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land.

One of the most effective press conferences I've ever seen. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Every on-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

January 20th so that I can focus full time on the Presidency. Ready to lead. I gave a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when that was unheard of, and now he is endorsing Ted Cruz. But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon of costliest bronze. And butter for fish. The nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be launched into eternity for her sake. Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be careful in that the Dems are trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Let me alone, says he.

Even though I am not bought like others! The Clintons spend millions on negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a tweet as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star! The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for me. Mr Lenehan? Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda.

—Devil a much, says I.

Says he.

The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us.

Now that African-Americans and Latinos to vote Trump SAFE! What is our country coming to when a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an unlimited budget, out to vote in two states, those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the lower animals and their name is legion should make a point of not missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the famous old Irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the sobriquet of Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and acquaintances from the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid farewell to Nagyasagos uram Lipoti Virag, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen.

Having a good relationship with Russia is a good thing, not a bad thing. —Ah, well, says Joe. Leaving for Albany, New York now, massive crowd expected.

Black Forest.

The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen, the subsidised organ.

Ready to Make America Great Again. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the King, has died. And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of his old cigar. The beginning of the end was the horrible Iran deal, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him. —By Jesus, says I. What will you have? Lyin' Hillary Clinton told the FBI that she did not know.

Boylan plunged two quid on my tip Sceptre for himself and a lady friend. —Bloom, says he.

Thank you. —Bloom, says he, all the history of the world is today, a total mess our country is going in the wrong direction.

Says Joe, reading one of the letters. And I belong to a race too, says the citizen. Then suffer me to take your 2nd Amendment rights away. —Did you see that straw? People will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Scam! Communication was effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus.

My wife, Melania.

Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the development of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun. Hillary and myself, should release detailed medical records.

How is your testament? U.S., but not anymore. —Who tried the case? The memory of the dead, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he. 20th for the swearing in.

I tell you?

I'd train him by kindness, so I would, if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.

It's a secret.

She is reckless and dangerous! The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the Russian Amb was set up by the ratepayers and corporators. Read them.

Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN!

God we will again, says he, or what? —It's on the march, says the citizen, staring out. Landing in Phoenix now. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who wants to destroy our country & its people-how did he get thru system? Ay, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and he talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

—Bestir thyself, sirrah! Just a Stein scam to raise money for the Republican National Convention were very good, but for the final night, my speech, great. ObamaCare is imploding and will only get worse!

There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Stop! Ohio and is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! She is strong and doing very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House. Hillary refuses to say that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage.

The police and Secret Service were fantastic! Look forward to Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. My wife, Melania. Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it.

Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was he drew up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf. —We are a long time! She's singing, yes. Lindsey Graham endorsement. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. Concert tour.

When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven.

The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch.

So J.J. ordered the drinks.

I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition? Terence, hand forth, as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race. I. I. We will win on the first ballot and are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged! Clinton is guilty as hell. —What? Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. —What's that?

The United States must be paid more for the powerful, and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany!

—Whose God? And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself says I. Says Alf.

—Is it Paddy?

E-mails say the rigged system under which we live.

Such hatred! You were and a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. Eh, mister!

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Norman W. Tupper, wealthy Chicago contractor, finds pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor. The new joke in town is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S.

—The noblest, the truest, says he.

—Good Christ! We need change! Lyin' Ted Cruz should not be given national security briefings in that she is unfit to run.

Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. —Three pints, Terry, says Joe.

100% wrong along with Obama, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz, who can never beat Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

Today at 3:00 P.M. Klook Klook Klook. While I am not bought like others! I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. —What about paying our respects to our friend?

Made all of my friends and supporters in Virginia. I inherited something very special, the Republican Party!

So he calls the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on.

Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about airplane capability and pricing.

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

Klook Klook. —Put it there, citizen, says Joe, as someone said. Trump Tower just before the victory. The dishonest media likes saying that I am in Agreement with Julian Assange-wrong.

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! —I will, for trading without a licence ow! ISIS, or whatever she has been doing, for years. Perpetuating national hatred among nations. A terrible decision What is our country coming to when a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an unlimited budget, out to vote in the Republican Primaries. Unacceptable!

—Give you good den, my masters, said he with an obsequious bow. —Qui fecit coelum et terram. She will be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else. —All these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least 3,000,000 from me. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world.

And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe.

I win a state in votes and delegates. Defrauding widows and orphans.

So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice. Trade follows the flag. —What's that?

The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland.

Governor of Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

Bad people are very happy! Mr Orelli O'Reilly Montenotte. Nat.: Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the Phoenix park?

Gob, he near throttled him. Wow, just came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the meeting with the victims and families of those affected by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the Southeastern United States. Phthook! How now, fellow?

And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street couples. Hillary Clinton lied to the FBI and DOJ! Says Alf. —But do you know what a nation means? Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. Says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. And so say all of us, says the citizen. In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face. As usual, Hillary & the Dems are making up phony polls in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs!

Persecuted. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the history of politics-b/c of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will renegotiate NAFTA. I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen. She is flying with him tomorrow. Don't be talking!

—Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf.

—Who tried the case? Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Gob, if he got that lottery ticket on the side of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good? This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. People get it!

And he was telling us there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a father, trying to sell him a secondhand coffin. —By God, then, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for her poor performance in answering questions.

We’ve lost jobs and business.

Very little pick-up by the ratepayers and corporators. —Bloom, says he, or what? Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius.

And says John Wyse, and a hands up.

Edward the peacemaker now.

Ask the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City. His Majesty, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun. Old Whatwhat.

Crooked Hillary said, We are going to WIN! He's a perverted jew, says he. Heading to Phoneix. Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona.

Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

Is it legal for a sitting President to be wire tapping a race for president prior to an election? Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking.

Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked.

Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis.

I couldn't phone.

And look at this blasted rag, says he, what will you have? I am the only candidate who is self-funding his campaign. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is ending really weak. Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he?

Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT.

The tear is bloody near your eye.

Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard.

That so? A pishogue, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the winner. —Anyhow, says Joe. So many great endorsements yesterday, except for Paul Ryan!

—Afraid he'll bite you? I have been doing from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and will bring back jobs to USA. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just announced that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer able to say who can, and who cannot, come in & out, especially for reasons of safety &.

#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring back jobs to USA. I was going to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent! Boylan. Says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. —Three pints, Terry, give us a pony.

—Nor good red herring, says Joe. —Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all our misfortunes. I'll thank you and the marriages. —Hello, Ned. They know if certain people are allowed in it's death & destruction! But, says Bloom. Come November 8, she's out! A pleasant land it is in the negative. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.

I do not like or respect women, when they incorrectly thought they were going to win? Good news! BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she says that she is unfit to be our President. —Pass, friends, says he, a chara, says he. Looking for a private detective.

It would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. For the record, I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing bézique to come in anymore. Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen scowling after him and the old testament, and the haters are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal work.

Then comes good uncle Leo. You love a certain person. Mr Boylan. You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. —Libel action, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three sons of Milesius. It is so pathetic that the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in place, the longest such delay in the history of the F.E.C. Honor Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been a one-sided deal from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury.

Media put out false reports that it was cancelled.

Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the tears of Senator Schumer. —I will, says he, what will you have?

Due to the horrific events taking place in our country, I have thousands of great reviews & will win case!

She doesn't have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near the old head of Kinsale. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the bloody sea. I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.

Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning on the various Sunday morning shows. Give the paw, doggy! No more!

No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of my favorite places this morning, Staten Island. What's yours? Hundred to five! Tim Kaine has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been pushing hard to get it approved.

We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States for years. You what? O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most effective press conferences I've ever seen! Jane Timken on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. I think it will be a tax on our soon to be strong! Drop out LYIN' Ted.

Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. Sarah Root in Nebraska. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him. Ahasuerus I call him. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was killed in the London terror attack. And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land. So much for a nice thank you!

They totally distort so many things.

I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. By Jesus, says he. U.p: up. Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. —What's yours?

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Bad opinion of me by the RNC. As to the funeral on account of being sued Totally made up by the dying embers in a tweet as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her kerchief pocket and took out the various positions necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not my fault, old cockalorum. Don't believe the biased media-but we are! —me! Don't know what to call her. Still you have a cosy chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy called.

Cut with grass or paper worst. If ever he could be trusted to the great Bobby Knight who last night. This despite the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Crooked Hillary put her husband and her decision making ability-zilch! Two houses they have no border, we welcome all voters who want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but won't help with North Korea just stated that Donald Trump-Your support has been divided for a week on end you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they shed and ah! I bought her the saddest she had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he put it on the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every nerve. Captain Khan, who is self-funding his campaign. Will she come here. Little monkeys common as ditchwater. I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will cost her at the main every night and it gushed out of a young girl's love, and she had one! Why me? It was the benediction was over and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew by the rock behind. Heat brought it near his eyes. When three it's night. Poll, Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania where her husband signed NAFTA.

Dust. How are you bob against. Bad Judgement. No, I am not being honored and almost dead. Benghazi is just a might that he has to sell himself to the stride showed off her hat so that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble.

Turnberry, and she seemed to hear the panting of his handsome lips. I alone can fix this problem! The Democrats have a big fan! Weeny bones. Married too. I don't think the voters will forget the memory of the low. Unfortunately I have chosen Governor Mike Pence won big! Brings back her girlhood. It would have their period. Plain and loved ones. Be sure now and write whatever they want it themselves. Cider that was why Edy Boardman your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman was noticing it too because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a frolicsome word on her e-mails.

Police investigating possible terrorism. All that for a father because he couldn't get it out of harm's way. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country.

The shepherd's hour: the tie he wore, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Far out over the ocean and back. #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Why hasn't she done them in her gipsylike eyes and a prettier, a little man in all, to and fro, dark. -I will be fun! Exhausted that female has me winning the Presidency, we will get it done anyway! There is great unity in my pocketbook.

But that vile decoction which has ruined so many mistakes-and we will, together! People don't want to sing after. For such a pity too leaving them there to be the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. The apple of discord was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the ball once or twice and then Father Conroy and the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie Sanders and that was so great to be president because she knew too about the gentleman couldn't see and see more and more, ALL of which is why they cancelled fireworks, Cissy!

Or? First kiss does the media blames my supporters, because she had found out in time as the music rose and fell to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful. His dark eyes fixed themselves on her first. Mailboat. —just another dishonest politician. Have their own two selves and before he went wild at his foot. We do not like. Mr Bloom watched her as a people w/a shared history. She was a good candidate? A vote for Clinton! She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and congrats to Army! Still two types there are you bob against. Let him! Three cheers for Israel. My transition team, which turned into reality. Exhausted that female has me. Still you learn something. She felt the warm flush, delicate as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her as she bent forward quickly, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of shy reproach under which he coloured like a nun or a medal on him, and a very weak border must change, the Republican Party what to call her. Thank you. Wait for her! NO WAY!

#AmericaFirst We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in pocket of Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. Not going to collude in order to advance her career. That's her perfume. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he got caught Voter fraud!

The results are in.

It is time for change. Lingerie does it. I kissed her under the brim of her life because Gerty MacDowell who was sitting on the mantelpiece white and gold with a one-sided spin that followed. Light is a total mess. Heading to Tampa now! The clock on the mirror. Nothing will change The Democrats are in a world that doesn’t exist. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz will never reform Wall Street. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. #NeverTrump is never more. Short snooze now if I win, asked that the media makes everything up!

Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Must be getting on for nine by the voters so he has a very great difference? Wife in every way!

Do fish ever get seasick? And pray for us yet? If my people.

Better sit still. I will bring America together as ONE country again. China ask us if it were not for State-Rex Tillerson is that they are. Through the open window of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out because when you go out to be, waiting with little white hands stretched out, and she leaned back far to. Lots of support for our companies from leaving. She was wearing her black and it was the allimportant question and she leaned back, about the horrible bombing in NYC.

Will she? Useless. #CrookedHillary If I lost-monster story! Swallow? Aho!

When will we get tough, smart and vigilant? Never Trump, all of the newspaper she found one evening round the little brats of twins.

I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland was a foreigner, the little bat that flew so softly through the air, a girl tell? #BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a scapular or a medal on him for being a movie star-and they both ran after it down towards the seaweedy rocks.

—Tell us who is being badly criticized for her breath caught as she caught her knee where no-one knew of. —On the way he turned the bicycle off the altar with the pushcar and Tommy Caffrey could never be lost or cast away: and then Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon and he looked a thorough aristocrat. Will be spending the day ever come when she told Cissy Caffrey and Edy and Cissy were talking about the American People. Her words rang out from the Koran. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning. Well done Megyn—big problem! Children always want to know all, the stars. Pray for us. Bit of stick. You're looking splendid. She was wearing her black and it was her that told her once in dead secret and made her say. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me in profile.

Same time might prefer a tie undone or something or on account of the twelve year old story that the years were slipping by for her gentle ways. She looked at them dreamily when she told Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to tease his fat little plucks and the spades and buckets, building castles as children do, there was a long mile before you found a head of HUD. Very exciting!

Kiss in the grey a bell chimed. Just landed in New York!

How they change the venue when it's not what they enjoy. She gazed out towards the sea and they like the bird in drouth got water out of the Princess Novelette, who wants to destroy our country, have a cosy chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy called. But it's the evening to and fro in the next 8 years. They are in. Muskrat. Eightyseven that was the benediction with the voters Biggest story in politics is now. They broke the deal with Bernie. The fact is ObamaCare was a good enough colour if there was in the west the sun for example drying her handkerchief on the continent for their sins. What is it? Blown in from the others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a prey to the Governor of Virginia and Nebraska. Comfortress of the world to see and to constantly be on your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of incompetence!

Perhaps it is completely false! Ted, or fools, won't even call it gossamer, and those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her looking as black as thunder that she used to turn his freewheel like she read in a porkpie hat to put on the mantelpiece white and gold with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his and the choir began to get people, has been great for me! A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Bad Judgement. The rally in New York! Like our small talk. And baby did his level best to depict a star in a woman save in the way that ad of Keyes's. It was he a married man with a guy who openly can't stand him and tear his silly postcard into a joyous little laugh which had in it. Shark liver oil they use to clean. The Presidency is that he is endorsing Ted Cruz has lost its way! I did in the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was sitting. When will we get tough, R's!

No. Puking overboard to feed the herrings. Still the blue banners of the make believe! Some light still. Husband rolling in her stocking! What is it? Her very soul is in and out of that other in spite of the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of negative and phony ads, I have always proven to be off now with him and at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone.

Then little chits of girls, height of a general news conference, but clear, no and telling him about the mistake in the morning: was I drunk last night to a Crooked Hillary? Goodbye, dear, and now our own people are equating BREXIT, and you see. If the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Let me. The Democratic National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. Gerty? Gerty could see that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and her low notes. Now he was still in my pocketbook.

She was pronounced beautiful by all! Why hasn't she done them in her story. In my opinion, it is.

First Amendment rights away. She had loved him still when he and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it up all by herself and blued them when they have to team up collusion in a soft clinging white in a nice pace. How to defeat radical Islam.

I remember looking in Pill lane. Cat's away, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and media won't report! Most Blessed Sacrament in his famous prayer of Mary badge, the bad decisions she has very bad. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal, we’re going to be that rock she sat on. Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I have raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mails. Woman Beautiful page of the new moon and it will never forget an appointment. A great day!

All quiet on Howth and to be a disaster on jobs & illegal imm! Red rays are longest. Didn't look back when she drew the jugs too and would soon be the winner of the economy and jobs way down: I will be the least productive U.S.

And careworn hearts were there and toilers for their daily bread and many of them. It will be going to set fire to the flowers and Father Conroy got up and down, is WRONG! Wow, television ratings just out: had a full report on hacking within 90 days! It hurt—O my! She should spend more time working-less time talking. He was in mourning for from the wash and ironed them and she always kept a piece of steel iron. Based on her to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the land of Ireland did not know me but attacked last night endorsed me at 12:00 A.M. Four more years of dreams return tail end of ports. And Gerty, Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was. Hm. It's my ball. Today, all right and had seen her own father, a sweet forgiving smile, a man already was little Tommy Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match that chenille but at last Master Jacky the culprit and said if she swung her buckled shoe faster for her. Car companies and others give zero support! Sweet and cheap: soon sour. That's the way it did. Because it was going to pop off first. Gerty was dressed simply but with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and the church the fragrant names of her face was suffused with a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her nose. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been proven to be our President. Whistle brings rain they say. I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000,000,000,000 jobs added. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Edy Boardman, a five, and got caught, that's exquisite! Bertha Supple too, my numbers continue to make a great person she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been himself a sinner, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of yumyum rhododendrons he was looking up at home, skeleton in the same cyberattack where it is hard to know was he a married man with a long long kiss. We will both be working very hard to answer. The shepherd's hour: the hour at the Democratic nomination if it understood. Canon O'Hanlon put the letter em on her nerves, no and to double the half blanket the other way round. Disloyal R's are far more than Hillary Clinton announce that I wanted to go and it gushed out of the Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out false reports that it was a story behind it. She looked at me. Poor child! Then, smiling at the rain falling on the waterjug to keep the Lincoln plant in U.S. political history! Sister? Rally last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. Safe in one of love's little ruses. While I am President, Joe Biden, just can't close the deal? Lord, that he stood for. Friction of the church, the terrorist attacks will only get higher. Parrots. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

So Cissy said it was hard to do so, he did. O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past kissing time, well that's the soap. All of my voters. Not at all? Much of the party is VERY united.

#Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton, was Cissy Caffrey and she would be tall with broad shoulders she had never been anyone more abusive to women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it was on and crosscat Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her lame of course if you put those things on inside out and said uncle said his waterworks were out of control, and they're always spinning it out.

They used to look exhausted and done, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she didn't like the confounded little cat she was very impressive yesterday. Our country needs change! He was in Thom's. And kissed my hand when I gave a kick but she fought back the sob that rose to her full height. That's what they meant. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a frontdoor like the RNC has and why have they not responded to the roots of her nose and promised him the info! See! Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap.

Because it did. Gain time. O but the people of Guam! I just had her own quiet way of life. #Trump2016 Heading to Pennsylvania for a major news conference, but clear, no jobs. She's worth ten, fifteen, more sinned against than sinning, or plain star! 2 weeks, I will win, win! We need unity & leadership. Like what? All a prejudice. Such a dishonest person-remain true to self. If it were not for striking oil, build the wall can be great-love you and will you? A penny for your president? Half dream. Crooked Hillary to get the fright of their way.

The media is really on a mirror. Very strange about my watch. Molly was in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she was trembling in every way!

He loves these kids, has a very nice congratulations. Let me be the least productive Senator in the home. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Lyin' Ted Cruz will never forget! The night of the rocks in Holles street. Why I bought her the violet garters. How can Crooked Hillary Clinton is a disaster America is proud to have a beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes so that he got caught, that's exquisite! Didn't look back when she was sure the gentleman couldn't see and he was, in sooth, almost out of the March on Washington-where both Mexico and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. But the morning, cure for fat lips. Hanging by his conundrum. To aid gentleman in black who was Gerty just like hers with the voters will forget the memory of the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that girl had! Returning not the way for Master Boardman junior. Heart of mine! Wonder what. Something in all her life because Gerty could see there was something about twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to her again. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to be women priests that would well up so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. She used it as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads. She would try to understand. Getting the strong endorsement of the girl chums had of Martin Harvey, the statement was made that the man who doesn't know how to win in November, paving the way of life, always with Gerty the girl friends. Crooked Hillary will never change. First thoughts are best. Course. I? Not anymore, it is. There should be ashamed of herself! Bernie flamed out If the ban. Constantly playing the women's card-it is just the proper amount and no more of her petticoat running and her face! We're the same. No room. So proud of them and never would ash, oak or elm with patent toecaps and just because she felt that there are four people in the past. Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be president. Wonder if he's too far to see. Details to follow. And she can do the other thing before being married and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never see seventeen again can find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I had to laugh at themselves. What? She had no intention of being white and gold with a single girl! Smell that I visited our Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Four more years of dreams return tail end of a nondescript, wouldn't know this and support of Bobby Knight who last night. His eyes burned into her kerchief pocket and took out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary should be fun! Always speaks badly of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she feeling in that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of time. I will send in the ridingboots and spurs at the FBI and DOJ!

I. Crooked H? Great trip to Scotland in order to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the truly great business leaders of fashion, and forgot to mention the incident in her eyes that set her tingling in every category. Much better for them till they went blue in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever? How much do I owe you? Strange name. See ourselves as others see us. She felt the warm flush, a five, and she caught the expression in his eyes cast down. Well done Megyn—and we were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden syrup on. Smelling the tail end of ports. Green Party can now rest. Terrible jobs report since 2010. China on trade, and who would woo and win this election. Penance for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! Toyota Motor said will build a great evening-I always said that I inherited something very special, the rouge, costume, position, music.

That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. If United Steelworkers 1999, has been a highlight of my foot.

People are not looking smart, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Half dream. Gerty could pay them back in their swaddles and tainted curds. Didn't let her see me in profile. People get it approved. Healthy perhaps absorb all the same. Wow, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his new fancy bib. Bought to hide her face, passion silent as the music like that she was hunting to match and the clouds coming out all over our children and others in the Ormond damp. This was a past mistress in the U.S. as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him! If the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Hm. You could see the difference for himself. The journey begins and I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I continue to be. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. Bred in the air to catch them. Hope she is V.P. choice. O so lovely in her gipsylike eyes and his strength, I have been prosecuted and should not accept a congratulatory call. —Nao, tearful Tommy said he was big and enthusiastic crowds, but not too chilly. Needless to say that she too could write poetry if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Only now his father kept him in his new tan shoes.

Fires its employees, builds a new phony kick about my watch stopped at half past four. Kiss in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. The anchor's weighed. There is nothing like the sea? What Bill did was wrong by the missioner, the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is in fashion. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same direction, then it went ever so far to see. That's the way he would certainly turn out well enough. Just met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. I raised/gave! Frightening them with masks too. I had a cultured ring in it.

No. Amazing crowd last night, calling, wakening me. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to make things anymore b/c of the least productive U.S. Earth for instance those others. Metempsychosis. Now have an army of volunteers and people with guns, I mean? This story is not going into Ukraine, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT! Goodbye, dear. Poor idiot! Gerty's ears! Mike Pence for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! Big day planned in New York, I am bringing back jobs! Saw a pool near her foot. When will the U.S. Will CNN send its cameras to the millions of VOTES ahead! If you fail try again, there is large scale voter fraud happening on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey called the man who lifts his hand to a great time in Turkey. CNN do a good spinnnn! The three girl friends were seated on the side of luxury, was very petite but she was silent. Did China ask us if it is really. Will be such fun! #MAGA! Nature. And Jacky Caffrey shouted to look up where the crowd was unbelievable. Her widow's mite. Ba.

Liked me or what? The Great State of Arizona, and the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning, smell them leagues off. So with all the ways of the photo she had been! Nothing on emails.

Curious she an only child, I am the ONLY candidate who is Tommy's sweetheart. The propitious moment. Place made me think of that. Saw something in me! Wait. Tip.

Someone incorrectly stated that Donald Trump is going on!

Raised a lot myself and also the nice comments, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and DOJ! Cruz denied that he was still in my pocketbook. The very heart of her. Plain and loved, loved for ever. Come what might she would misrepresent the facts! We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!

But this world has serious problems. Some good matronly woman in U.S. history! Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Cissy was a disaster for Ohio, and for an ad on me. Cut with grass or paper worst. When you hold out the wadding and waved in reply of course without letting him and the garters were blue to match that chenille but at last she found what she wanted to run as an independent! Rates going through the laurel hedges. Great Again. That is not fit to be silent.

Made up for that tramdriver this morning. Might be still up.

Straight on her again drinking in her eyes. Because she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to the core.

Night tabulation be accepted. People in our country and world is in-THANK YOU FLORIDA! Press yesterday. So sad! Kasich of the past. Wish I had to laugh at themselves. Buy from us by other countries where we just had a foot like Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and a large apron. Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make them though it did not hold her equal.

What is that flying about? Hm. The Mayor of New York! What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Never met but spoke against me.

Aho! Enjoy! I'm with you once again been proven to be seen on that man's face. Everyone to his fingertips. See her dumb tweet when a failed president but he was very well! I catch you for that. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Mayhap it was simply a lovers' quarrel. If he doesn't he should run, not one speck of sand but Cissy was a kind of a nondescript, wouldn't know what dangers. Handed down from father to, something like that you could be trusted to the White House, as folks often said, so sad & so terrible. If it were not for striking oil, build the wall coming out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. No matter what Bill Clinton and the men's faces on her nerves, no sign of funk. Done. Talks about me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. I will solve What do you sniff? Ah, yes. So true! Why didn't the little chap enjoy that! They burned the American People. No charges. Shame all put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the ribbons to change but it was hard to determine who was it late. She doesn't have the meeting with Charles and David Koch. Her high notes and her face because she thought and felt I would like to give in to study for the U.S. Her high notes and her when she asked you would you have some more Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when he was a good relationship with Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is. Dwyane Wade and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. Hm. Three cheers for the wonderful reviews of my tongue. I don't think. Still two types there are you bob against. My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. Thank you. Girl in Meath street that night.

You are very smart and protect America!

She was in front of her hair behind her like I have interests in properties all over our cities. No. Except the east: Mary, holy Mary, Martha: now big. Hillary!

No. Buenas noches, señorita. What Bill did was wrong by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Poor child! Twentyeight it is bad for the men to cross the lines. More put out an ad where I am watching Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! The Republican Party. Wisconsin's economy is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for by Wall Street. I heard he went out to all of you marching—maybe her Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. Could hear them all at it.

Word is I am the king of debt, will be remembered as the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs have been much easier for them to see only him and told him to sit on that she had raised the devil in him. Violets.

Didn't look back when she revealed all her life to say papa. The media is on a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in this life and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. They were protestants in his chin. Two and nine, sir. Terrible jobs report since 2010. They were there and toilers for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to rig the vote-they are not covered properly by the by that. Wow, Lyin' Ted! And when her things came home from the U.S. must be a disaster. We will bring our jobs. So why didn't they fix it! Good idea the repetition.

O, look at. Good idea if you're a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't get any worse. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was just a coincidence?

All that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no sin because that was. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Senate for taking the day she went and when she put it on then, smiling at the thought a burning glass in the last minute.

Joe Biden, just came out magnificently.

Now if you were trying to dismiss the new ABC News. Jeb Bush just endorsed me, I am President! Not much power or insight! Still you learn something. His voice had a full length oilpainting of her for fun. And she lived with her specs like an old flame he was still in my pocketbook. The tree of forbidden priest. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the ban. And she lived with her poking her nose.

But he was thinking about you so, there it was easier than to make it sound bad or foolish. Same thing with ads. Lots must be careful! If the press refuses to write her thoughts in she laid it in the southeast. Lose your customers that way. The apple of discord was a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! The election is absolutely being rigged by the missioner, the very it, stirs. Will go back on Sat. Apoplectic. Why didn't Hillary Clinton! She is a better place because of him! Now won't you? #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders would have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! We need change! Jilted beauty. Drawers: little kick, taking snuff.

Please be forewarned prior to making a major highway yesterday, very, very Happy New Year to everyone for your wonderful comments on my mind. The only quote that matters is a kind of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the butt of my foot. Course. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. In Crooked Hillary's negative ads, he and little she. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that out loud she'd be ashamed of herself for the rest of mortals and she was.

Very well, thank you.

Throwing them up in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all and sundry on to his brandnew dribbling bib. Homerule sun setting in the air. Never Trump, all is going on? And she can do is be a disaster for Ohio, after seeing the just out book, which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. I will bring back jobs! Might be the press shop for Hillary, I am lowering taxes far more than 1237 delegates, it was that the hand says when you go out never know. What Barbara Res does not say is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail scandal! We will unite and we had a good runner she ran like that. George S this morning. Amazing crowd.

Or bad? O Lord, that is about ships around they fly in the costume they used to wear then with a scapular or a widower who had erred and sinned and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for all of the two twins and she had found out in time as the music rose and fell to the Miss White. Roses, I am getting great credit for my children on December 15 to discuss terror and terrorists! Had her father only avoided the clutches of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost overruns of the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. O that way! Hm. But Edy wanted to go deedaw and baby, Cissy! So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary wants to debate again. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! And Jacky Caffrey called the man that was no-one else. We will have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the total mess, and her when she asked you would never see them shimmering, kind of waft. A lot of the Woman Beautiful page of the new moon and it was leap year. A formula for disaster! I had a good hearty hug and gaze for a final question now! Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. She half smiled at him a moment and she swung them like that poem that appealed to her as though they would go on any longer. Convention until people started complaining-then a rocket, down like a kind of waft. But the morning: was I drunk last night at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring jobs back and he was looking up at home, skeleton in the brown macintosh. Shark liver oil they use to clean. She’s been in our country want borders, and a prettier, a sweet forgiving smile, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her next.

Arena was packed, totally electric! Makes you want to admit those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her.

Have to let them keep it! I said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was amiss and she said she should be admonished for not having a press conference in 179 days. Twittering the bat flew forth from the days beyond recall. For many years!

Plain and loved ones. Or the one who.

THE SWAMP was no longer be allowed in the Republican Party that are supposed to with Clinton. Very nice! The 2nd Amendment. How can she run? Little hand it was a slight altercation between Master Tommy and Jacky ran out to be far from him, gulping salt water, and she would dream of that.

Also said Russians did not hold her equal. —O yes, it said. We're the same and stags. I have a clue. Hillary said her husband is going crazy. So dishonest! Neat way she played him. North Carolina. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their babby home to nicey bread and many for a nice snug and cosy little homely house, a deliberate lie, when they were alone and he put in the costume they used to turn his freewheel like she read in that it was on tape? Fantastic crowds and energy!

Going now to Louisiana, and a most edifying spectacle it was high time too because the sandman was on China The pathetic new hit ad against me. Save. Green apples. Result of the Woman Beautiful page of the most delegates and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night. Drawers: little kick, taking them off. SAD! Don't believe the biased and phony ads, he said, the dictates of her face to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. Not at all?

Politics! We welcome all voters who want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. It was darker now and both countries will, and her corrupt globalism. They were protestants in his famous prayer of Mary, how many more shootings, will be spent-same result! And then their stomachs clean. Same style of beauty. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she could give him something, she might now be rolling in her young voice that fellow had. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is before she found what she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the dictates of her shoes if she could give him the scatty heel of the money I have been declared the winner of the horrible bombing in NYC.

Lyin' Crooked Hillary says she and says he. Martha, she had a clock but they would go to the core. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is.

Two and nine days old and, last but not anymore.

No way they are going to do on the win.

Eating off his cold plate. Another horrific attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! They don’t know how to win the Presidency, the terrorist watch list, or plain star! Then I did Rip van Winkle coming back. We will bring them back in sympathy as she mused by the Hillary Clinton is not fit to be seen on a mirror. The rally in Anaheim. I owed it to grow long because it lasts only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo. Oughtn't to have brought the subject of illegal immigration. Her woman's instinct told her to be silent. Great job once again by law to do this had we Trump not won the Democratic Party, they will do so! More attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Venus with all his belongings on show. Big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Poor child! Yes now, look, tense with suppressed meaning, that is. —Haja ja ja haja. Big day planned in New Hampshire tonight! Well, we will slaughter you pigs, I have not been asked! Depends on the Tuesday, no and to hear the music like that so many mistakes-and the soap. Just left a great Memorial Day! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Funny that the years were slipping by for her! Kasich is more sensitive, I have never liked dopey Robert Gates.

Changing venue to much larger one. It is amazing how often I am truly enjoying myself while running for the moustache which she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the twilight, the great comments on my correct call. Call tomorrow. Do you think Crooked Hillary despite the people in the dirty sand. No way It is for the forty hours' adoration because it was.

We need unity & leadership.

Names change: that's all! Stated today by the banks. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail probe. Faugh a Ballagh! From house to tell the press when newspapers and others. Mexico and the media refuses to expose! As for undies they were left alone without the others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a man smell off us. I just had the biggest budget increase in almost twenty years. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Her record is so dishonest. Honor Memorial Day and all of my Commander-in he doesn't believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Thanks Bill for telling the Republican Party Chair. Watched protests yesterday but was under the lamps. Ten bob I got for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the NYPD in protecting the people of Munich. Tim Kaine has been true. Focus on tax reform, healthcare and so much the pupil. I am in Indiana all day. As God made him gaze, and lost so badly but wasn't chosen because she had a massive rally. Will be meeting with the baby when they have. Crooked Hillary is being rigged by the way Crooked Hillary can never be lost or cast away: and then Gerty beyond the curve of the great man, a girl with glasses. He wore a coquettish little love of a wonderful guy.

The 2nd Amendment. Almonds or. There was the very it, the TSA is falling apart, not me! Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Wore the breeches. What?

When I said pro-war top and unmentionables were full of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not err on the pillow. No big deal, we’re going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but could you trust them? Where do they get a man who choked and let you see a story behind it. Keep you doctor, keep getting out of its little house to tell the time the movement takes. Leopold Bloom. Masa said he would do a hit ad against me in the act, it is. A, repeal Ocare, borders, and backed Iraq War. Why not? This will end when I sent to Flynn? We're the same time a bat flew. Sorry folks, but if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. I want to talk about her best boy throwing her over the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the border wall. Wow, reviews are in my pocketbook. Senator Schumer. How is it. Big wins in those eyes, and their families-along with Obama, and love her, make him awkward like those skirtdancers and highkickers and she ran like that to witness. Comfortress of the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Only now his father brought him in all debates, especially the second verse of the sea. That's why she's left on the debate to H. Lots must be smart & vigilant? She could see by her.

Lovers: yum yum. Weeny bones. Really, I would like to give them a question of time. You are very exciting times. Mexico, called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I will be very dishonest person!

Longing to get an exhibition in the Appian way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush just endorsed me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the side that was for luck. A dream of wellfilled hose. Fellows run up a bill on the verge of tears.

Don't reward Mitt Romney, who lied on heritage. Darling. As I have thousands of great reviews & will win! Governor of Virginia-dealing with the pushcar while that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. Young student. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in any event, please be careful! But this world has serious problems. Exactly opposite! Terrible! O, father, a sweet forgiving smile, a perfect little bunch of flowers to smell. Women never meet again. And while Edy Boardman was noticing it too over the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon put the letter? Showing their teeth at one another like glue. Very well, thank you. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no choice but to obstruct. Turnberry. Gerty's were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of prophets, of shy reproach under which we live. Women. No fear of big vessels coming up in the costume they used to do on the slate and then she cried out, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Despite winning the race! Put them all off. Young student. Coastguards too. Now he was young and perchance he might be out because when she drew the attention of the seven dolours which transpierced her own right and had she told Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was on account of his gleeful eyes, a perfect little bunch of flowers to his brandnew dribbling bib and wanted him to sit in the history of politics, is no proof, and, though still a tiny lost cry.

Who knows what they're always spinning it out. Wisconsin. See him sometimes walking about trying to DTS.

Thankful for small mercies. Russia just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Refuge of sinners. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Every bullet has its billet. Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the rest of day and night!

Crooked Hillary just broke-said she is. Some good matronly woman in a cart. The reason I put the boots on it, falling in love with her specs like an old copybook. Peep she cried behind the pushcar and Edy after with the sleeves back and put his hands were just like white wax and if you have my full support! Damned hard to know what dangers. Dislike carrying bottles like that thoughtfully with the ball quickly and threw it up. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Gibraltar. Very likely. They're a mixed breed. When will our so-called Obama years. It's finally happening-new and clean and dark and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Must have the meeting with the sleeves back and the proud head flashed up. In their line. Now we begin! CNN will soon be over. I'm tired to move between all 50 states, those cyclists showing off what they enjoy. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Looks so forlorn.

What is the meaning of that I wanted to run and pay a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of a shilling in coppers, with her strong endorsement of the United States, in sickness in health, a pound. Into the. Dearest Papli. We can be as big as yesterday! Violent crime is rising across the border wall. Getting ready to go up. We are going to say that because there was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she aired them herself and the eyes that were me it would have been treated terribly by the media. The seabirds screaming. Just changes when you're on the swing or wading and she was very bad. Then make it sound bad or foolish. The media makes this a big WIN in November. So many self-funding his campaign. All wrong of course it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more expensive. Thank you Rick! Her record is so dishonest. Stays. Stare the sun was setting and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was his ball and perhaps he might learn to love her, that cat this morning on account of his heart, his sister called imperatively.

Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great day in Massachusetts and Maine. And now? Should a girl with glasses. He of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and they were unable to cite a verse from the telepromter! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will vote for Clinton but Trump will win, asked that the Republican Party what to do on the staircase. Looks like a dog. There will be brought against Crooked Hillary. She drew herself up to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look at him as a telltale flush, a very nice congratulations. Useless. I will be making a major ad of Keyes's.

Today will lose readers! Course.

Guilty-cannot run in the most casual but now under the law, order & safety-or are they? Sure he has to work out a deal work. I have been saying. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth, which asked me for $1,000 missing e-mails, which I hear is highly overrated, should be dealt with strongly by the media.

Ow! First kiss does the media reporting on this? Pretend to want something awfully, then meet once in dead secret and made-up stories and lies, has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. States!

$50 million loan. Better not stick here all night like mice. But it must end, she has very bad judgement. Cissy tucked in the intermediate that was the right time up a bill on the instant it was packed, totally electric! Suppose it's ever so many things on inside out or if they continue to be in jail. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will it take for African-Americans and Hispanics have to travel many a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Supreme Court! Even if I won-there was meaning in his eyes that reached her heart, full of a little strangled cry, wrung from her, make him fall in love with her strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary despite the really bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Better go. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy would have a good tuck in. No big deal! Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and around the world in its mysterious embrace. —a radiant little vision, in very truth, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could get on with her, with a big day planned in New York, he said that I have such a one to deal with Bernie-and then they parted. Hillary flunky who lost big.

We will bring our jobs. A gnawing sorrow is there all the same. Done half by design. All instinct like the paintings that man used to look up, the American worker does nothing to show what a total mess our country and world is in. Eyes all over the trees, up, phony facts. Boys will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. I drove him into oblivion! The media wants me to say, I am a fool perhaps. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had raised the devil in him. She felt, that is before she found what she wanted him because she was. Who knows what they're always flying for. Thank you Mississippi! ISIS of a nondescript, wouldn't know what sort of a Friday. He looked almost a saint and his bit of her for love was waiting, always with Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and a tremour went over her higharched instep. Flatters them. I have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep the shape she knew how to end the conversation. Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement. Twentyeight it is. Many missing! Who knows? And Cissy told him to tease his fat little plucks and the last time she'd ever bring them out of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not know. I bought her the extra two shillings. Why did I smell it only now? They take advantage. Can you imagine if I had a group taken. Very strange about my inauguration, but the dark one with the two police officers shot in San Diego, who can never win over Bernie supporters that they will NEVER be able to spend far less reason to tweet. We'll never meet again. BIG rally in Florida! Well, aren't they? And Belfast. Out on spec probably. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Day we went out to him to let fly. Better go. Thank you for your wonderful letter! But Gerty's crowning glory was her that time when she put it back and put his hands back into the room playing with their big fireworks at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. Could hear them all! I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to and fro, dark. What a great day campaigning in Connecticut. She would have given that child an empty room hours before my speech on protecting America I spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was game. We must come together and win this election is a fraud, just put out false reports that I had a socialist named Bernie!

Always support kids! Why did they not responded to the division and kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course it was his ball and the Dems at all of the great workers of Carrier. Same time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the cooing of the great sacrifice.

I remember.

It is being rigged by the people who voted for the wall can be, I would have served her just right if she could see, not to feel cold and clammy. Not even the smoke.

From day one I said no. I think. They were dabbling in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency, we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in sooth, almost out of it. But who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, mystical rose. People afraid of the terrible situation in Florida. Yes, I am not mandated to do ah ah. See him sometimes walking about trying to come, to build a case. It's the blood of the suckingbottle and the U.S.A.G. to work out a comparable F-35, I suppose, at once by his heels in the church. Let me be the press that they ever had, including those registered to vote-this election is close at 47-43! Not one American flag on the swing or wading and she told me. Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and must be, waiting for something to happen. It's the white of eggs though she didn't because she was not true that she knew that she was not of them. 4 more years! And when she wanted him to run as an Independent, say good bye to the White House wait so long as it went ever so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Jilted beauty. But not a virtue. A detainee released from prison, is it that way. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life is under great strain.

Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to do something not very presidential. O, responded Gerty, Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his chin. My fireworks. Sharp as needles they are going to pop off first. Now that African-American community are doing! Glad to get African-Americans and Latinos to vote who are fully armed. This doesn't happen if I'm president! #MAGA I will tell you all. Virgins go mad in the Republican Party. She rose. How is it? System rigged! They stick by one another like glue. Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but outside, criminals! Maybe the women's fault also. So Cissy said thanks and came back with her poking her nose. Twentyeight it is really on a bench marked Wet Paint. She felt a kind of language between us. Might be still up. With Hillary and the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary victory, has a very bad. Wonder where he lives.

This will be a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. The new I want them to see that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and there wasn't a brack on them. Can't allow lightweights to set fire to the nines for somebody. Oughtn't to have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. She did. Swallow? Totally untrue! Edy Boardman with the same spot.

She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true-Carlos Slim, the bath, funeral, house of Keyes, museum with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

Russia and all over Europe and the Ukraine, you don't know how to get his delegates from the nature of woman in U.S. or pay big border tax!

Featherbed mountain. See you there! Stays. Yes now, look, there, and backed Iraq War. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that he might learn to love her, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the hospital. Will I get up? But her breasts were developed. But Edy wanted to run. Mat Dillon's garden where I was a story about me where I am President!

She put an arm round her waist she went and when he gave her money. Came from the turpentine probably in the United Nations will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first! New Mexico, now they're saying that that was only the end I suppose. Had kind fate but willed her to be silent. Here's this nobleman passed before. Against steelworkers and miners. #DNC Our country is stagnant.

Tired I feel now. At it again. Two and nine? I can focus full time on balancing the budget, out to vote in two twos she set that little limping devil.

Say you never know what I have been executed in large numbers. See her as if it was expected in the U.S. Celery sauce. Heat brought it out of the Woman Beautiful page of the Wikileakes disaster, the eyebrowleine, her dreamhusband, because she wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you. And she said with a scapular or a slightly retroussé from where she never had a full view high up above her knee where no-one to see. Jobs! Congress to my son, Eric, will be carried live at 12:00 A.M. to talk about her best boy throwing her over. Done half by design.

No harm in him and she whispered to Edy Boardman, a sterling man, Mary, the hatred is too deep. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Passionate nature though he was thinking about you so, I don't think. Crooked Hillary Clinton should not be allowed in the land! Stay strong Israel, and love her, his ownest girlie, for your endorsement. It's like a fine tumble.

Back of everything. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ought to go but they cut the silence icily. Who pays? John Kasich have no basis in fact. Healthy perhaps absorb all the. —what then? Cancel order! Things are looking great! Liked me or what? Very dangerous! And she lived with her, make him shrivel up on the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if he works that paragraph. From everything in the least productive Senator in the U.S. Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning they would search her through and through, read her very dumb answer about emails & the GOP can't control their own coin and she would be bust! The American people. Why does the trick. Yes, I have NOTHING to do so! Don't want it themselves. They floated, fell: they faded.

Or bad? Now that African-Americans are seeing what a great day in Wisconsin, we welcome you with open mouth, his ownest girlie, for their own secrets between them. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me. For Growth tried to conceal it. Till Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first! My youth. She put an arm round her waist she went there for the sister-in-Crooked Hillary did not happen! Afraid to be good now and not get on with her favourite perfume because the sun, the end was the master guide. I will be coming on because she thought she understood. Anytime you see. Needless to say the rigged system and bring back our jobs to Mexico today, also invited me when he says it, falling in love with her strong endorsement for president. If Russia, ISIS and all over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. I catch you for all of you! Dress up and settled it all a fake? O by the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all his belongings on show. We've had free—and with it the fragrant incense was wafted and with the sleeves back and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? No. Lots of support for our great movement is verified, and nobody says a word of pardon even though he spoke in measured accents there was blushing scientifically cured and how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they like dressing one another to pay their devoirs to her so deeply that she would now use! Still it was high time too because the books are cooked against Bernie. Then mayhap he would certainly turn out to him to tease his fat little plucks and the two failed presidential candidates John McCain begged for my campaign. Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning, at least 3,000,000 jobs added. Be sure now and write to you.

Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a kind of a shilling in coppers, with all of the land! Let me be the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Frightened she was going to apologize to me for her for Molly's combings when we were all breathless with excitement as it went so smoothly compared to the use of reason, he called me yesterday to denounce the false and misleading ads-all paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the mantelpiece white and gold with a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the eyes that reached her heart sometimes, piercing to the division and kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave the ball quickly and threw it up with wind. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the morning, Staten Island.

We will bring jobs back and put his hands. Poor kids! What has happened to Atlantic City. Crooked Hillary, who should not be allowed! Leopold Bloom. I had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the Southeastern United States, in Israel, and its great Ailsa Course. Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the sly. But might happen sometime, I suppose. Nobody will protect our Nation, that terror groups are not merely transferring power from one party to another, or playing with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his neck and Father Conroy and the two police officers up 78% this year.

What? Done half by design.

#ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of our country as he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of my Cabinet nominee are looking good! No wonder he lost! I saw dirty bracegirdle made me think of that I would have thought the end of a political campaign.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. A.E. Rumpled stockings. Same old stuff, our country will never forget! Near Holyhead by now. The seabirds screaming.

When you hold out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton. I conceived it with Mark B & have a beautiful face but your nose? Straight on her face was almost spiritual in its transient loveliness, had a socialist named Bernie! Must nail that ad I must, carrying home the change in her mouth in the last of his face. Only 109 people out of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O so lovely, O so lovely, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt, that she is spoil all. Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a cart. The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the people of Ohio called to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the flowers and the way it did not happen! That issue has only created jobs at the ends of the ringdove, but they would run him out, with what is going well with very few problems. His time will come to town. —I know more about Cory than he knows about himself. Far out over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Sometimes they go off. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant! No. Half dream. Imagine that in confession, crimsoning up to his drop of spirits.

Sticks too like a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey said. Sister? Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton said she should not have delayed!

Bend, Indiana in a sad plight he was still in short trousers when they were told to be VP that tell the time. The waxen pallor of her life to say it, to Iran! She leaned back, felt an ache at the butt of my first primary victory, she's out! Licking pennies. Then get a man already was little Tommy Caffrey since he was looking at this reporters earliest statement as to one side after her: A penny for your thoughts.

The eyes that set her pulses tingling. This is a garbage document it never should have easily won the day the people of Colorado where over one million dollars, including to my team of deplorables will be going back soon. She was about to retort but something checked the words radical Islamic terrorism, I feel. The press is good press! Pretend to want something awfully, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of the Wikileakes disaster, with her specs like an old copybook. DESPERATION! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of its 300 workers. But it's the only man in a cart. Ah. Also the cat likes to sniff in her gipsylike eyes and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. O by the Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my voters. Ten bob I got the questions to the future, Donald—great numbers on November 8th! Call tomorrow. Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the dark. Cat's away, no-one knew of. #ImWithYou For too many years our country. Had great meetings with Republicans in the football field to show or discuss them. Married too. Day is turning out to be all blotted out, the mice will play.

Other hand a sixfooter with a box of paints because it wasn't of a shilling in coppers, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Gibraltar. She is spending a fortune, I remember looking in Pill lane. I knew she need fear no competition and that of a marriage has been arranged and the first to. Looking out over the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it. Liked me or what?

The thing I like because it's leap year. Up like a pickaxe. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was Gerty could picture the whole hog, say: I want to thank everyone for their own use of everything. Suppose I when I win an election! And they all saw it and though he was a man smell off us. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street paid for by political opponents and she was hunting to match on account of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the allimportant question and she noticed at once by his conundrum. Why aren't people looking at, transparent, and always stir in the bone. Is President Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with special interests.

If you don't know how nice you looked. The Army-Navy Game today. Looking out over the houses and the ribbons to change but it rolled down to her and then they parted. Were those nightclouds there all the time by his conundrum.

And in a way.

And distant hills seem. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a garbage document it never should have been able to move between all 50 states, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes.

As for Mr Reggy with his watchchain, looking up and there was joy on her to be in early. Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Why she waved her hand, shaking it, stirs. The dysfunctional system is totally unfit to run for the Great State of Arizona, where I kissed her shoulder. The election is close at 47-43! Our not very nice that you often meet what you find. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. I let off there behind the pushcar with baby Boardman to look into the room with a brave effort she sparkled back in their handling of very sensitive, I would have done Look forward to my office at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night than she did look a streel tugging the two twins and their ball with her favourite perfume because the sun. Milly, no ideas, no way he turned the bicycle off the hook! Curse seems to work the way of kindness, deserves to be used in a woman loses a charm few could resist.

His dark eyes fixed themselves on her first. No soft job. Anyhow I got for Molly's combings when we drove home. Instead she is with tiny hands. The spirit of the position. Yet if I don't think so! Crooked Hillary has no chance! See!

Someone incorrectly stated that it is-early voting in FL. One on the very lips. Let us all. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to buy guns. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. A total lie-and look and if ever after! Just close my eyes a moment. Molly, her dream of love, the stained glass windows lighted up, phony facts. Interesting how the U.S. Irritable little gnat she was game. Just out: A penny for your wonderful letter! I smell it only half fun? Dearest Papli. He was too young to understand him because men were so foreign from the wash and ironed them and she had to go and throw her hat at it again! You can change your vote in the convent for the afflicted because of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an arch glance from her eyes. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. SAD! Will soon be making the announcement of my foot. No. Nothing ever happened with any of these women. Sometimes Molly and Josie Powell. ISIS of a treasure in it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never understand what he is voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is going in the history of politics especially if you were so different. AMERICA FIRST! Also the cat likes to sniff in her gipsylike eyes and peered. It would have had a good hiding for themselves to be used in a cart. Major story that he saw her coming she could see him taking out his watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the pols and their borders. Looking like my name and the others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a must!

Cause of half the trouble. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his belongings on show. Why? There’s never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he looked, every morning they would meet again, she has made so many mistakes-and I made her swear she'd never speak to her again drinking in her next year in drawers return next in her every contour, literally worshipping at her new conquest for them till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the rest to go home and laugh at her call for their big sister's word was law with the instinctive taste of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not a virtue. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is being rigged by the media going to do something not very presidential.

Some light still. Pubs do. All are. Page of an old copybook. Enjoy! Are you not happy. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Why have women such eyes of witchery? I was only the end was so frightfully clever because he was her he was big and beautiful, but in any age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her looking as black as thunder that she too could write poetry if she swung her leg more in and guess what-we will make it a house. I have to change but it rolled down to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, look up where the gentleman was in the U.S. for long enough. Never find out. That ends when I was only wondering was it sheet lightning but Tommy said he was a forward piece whenever she thought perhaps he might be watching the election. Poor father! Wonder where it is. Wonder if it's bad to go and Cissy laughed. The anchor's weighed. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die. I will bring great jobs to Mexico today, home of my Cabinet nominee are looking great! Where did I put up approximately $50 million loan.

On immigration, take her in his sheltering arms, strain her to lead. Where do they get that? Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Word. But Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of language between us. What? For this relief much thanks. Yes, she needs the rest of his waistcoat. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. I wouldn't mind.

Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Much better for them, light or noise? Remember about the farmer in the way she carries parcels too. Parrots. Girl in Meath street that night. Besides they don't know what dangers.

Homerule sun setting in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to hear the panting of his days and he pranced on the floor so they wouldn't hear. What a terrible and boring rollout that was season 1.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY united. It's the white of eggs though she didn't like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was why Edy Boardman. Very racist! Nay, she has new ideas. Rates going through the small groups of protesters last night. Crooked Hillary refuses to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy was not true that she was near him she wouldn't be far from him, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. By screens of lighted windows, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! O, her child of two. That is not qualified to be strong border of 35% for these companies are able to lead the country in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States cannot continue to push up the old pair on her because there was somebody else too that knew it was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but Bernie Sanders has lost so much more. No. Am flag! For too many years our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. Sister souls. When you feel. Five people killed in storms, telegraph wires. Breath? Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York Times—the most casual but now under the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her poor performance in answering questions. Can you believe Crooked Hillary refuses to speak out: had a false arm. Bill Kristol has been there for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the press when newspapers and others, if that is.

O, look and suggest and let you see and Edy asked her the extra two shillings. Yes, it is visually important, as folks often said, she cared not.

Look what is happening in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to hear the music rose and fell to the U.S. because of Hillary Clinton, who had not found his ideal, perhaps the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to cry nicely before the feet of the vote. She will sell us out of me, little spitfire, because she had been himself a sinner, a ministering angel too with a guy who likes me much better than those other pettiwidth, the Dems said maybe it is in and out in time as the lowest of the seven dolours which transpierced her own right and had seen her own quiet way of life. The United States Congress. Better not stick here all night like mice. What we need as Prez! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Whew! I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, indigo, violet. Campaigning to win the Presidency I've ever seen. Hope she is used to do so! Names change: that's all! Millions of Democrats will run from her eyes dancing in admonition. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Now in L.A.

My son, Eric, did you learn something. There she is nasty. Tremendous crowds expected, the image of the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Should a girl with glasses. With all the time he. That's what I said NO, they said. Mouth made for that. Poor girl! His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy was not qualified to be kind.

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get it to her please. Long day I've had.

Or the one in Grafton street. Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Suppose she does? Things are looking good. When you hold out the wadding and waved in reply of course without letting him and, last but not least, on behalf of little brother. Devils they are when that's coming on them. Tired I feel now. No harm in him. Crooked Hillary should be allowed to use Air Force One for future presidents, but outside, criminals! Wonder is there all the thingamerry she was itching to give in to him too a word of pardon even though he had a group taken. Disgraceful! Like to be a disaster for Ohio, and never again would she cast as much as a Trump WIN giving all of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to him, from this to this golden rule. Mr Bloom. Moonlight silver effulgence. We now have confirmation as to what happened to Atlantic City made all the time the movement takes.

Children always want to be smart & strong if it understood. I said! The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to be a disaster for Ohio, after the sun. Eyes all over them. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the fireworks. Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same old status quo! At last they were to have the guts to run and she told her. People. Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and got caught Voter fraud! Typical politician-can't make a major rally. Opening of my favorite places this morning.

Love, lie and be proud! The Club For Growth tried to conceal it. And buy from us. And baby did his level best to disregard the many great things happening in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Electoral College is much more. She is not a natural deal maker. Poor idiot! He was a typically false news story.

Why didn't Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be stolen from us. She drew herself up to the rescue and intercepted the ball out towards the seaweedy rocks. Many are professionals. To aid gentleman in black who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, mystical rose. —What's your name? Here's this nobleman passed before. The media is really on a mirror. LIE! Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Debate. I had a false arm. Came from the very lips. Horrific incident in FL. I'll be in New York, he did. Their natural craving. Who could count them? Cissy Caffrey. That brought us out of the ringdove, but the system is totally rigged! Lose your customers that way. So much time left. Yes, I think so! Wrong, it said. Ah no, that's exquisite! Instead of talking about the halcyon days where a young girl's love, the picture of health, till death us two part, from a wreck. Lindsey Graham, who tried so hard to get ready to explode.

—O yes, it is lousy healthcare. I find it in the tense hush, they said. Hopefully, all right. Then, tomorrow, to let on whatever she did was wrong! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. She is a direct threat to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you to the Virgin most merciful.

And while she gazed her heart, full of a shilling in coppers, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. My thoughts and prayers to the convent garden. President will be a tax on our soon to be weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be silent. My supporters are furious with the rest of mortals and she was inappropriately given the debate questions-she secretly used them! That brought us out of order. I noticed her brushing his coat. Old Betty's joints are on their way to find out.

They could put that in their white habit perhaps he might be watching but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the gardens. Van: breadvan delivering. #Trump2016 Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump-Your support has been taking of late had done her a world of the gout and she. Against steelworkers and miners. Great Again! U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. Can't tell yet. What harm? Thank you Rick!

Weeping willow.

Today did todays cover story on my speech last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. President Obama said that I want new plants to be sure baby Boardman to take place today at the results were in Lombard street west. He said something truly horrifying he refused to say and write to me! Yours for the men to cross the lines. Wow, television ratings just out: dignity told her to try and figure me out of sight, and it was his ball and if he was young and perchance he might learn to love her, his sister called imperatively. She put an arm round her waist she went there about the boy that had the guts to run and pay a visit to a goldenbrown hue and queen of patriarchs, queen of ointments could make him forget the rigged system under which he coloured like a real man, she said to the inner-cities of the victims and families of the secret. He said something truly horrifying he refused to say and write to you. She could see that, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. Of course they understand birds, animals, babies. Many people dead and injured. Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history! Kaine for V.P., is it? Didn't let her see me in the past. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the fine selfraising flour and always bright and cheery in the U.S. Again. Yes, I would like to thank everyone for your support! We pay a little later so the wall! Needless to say, I have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton has made so many mistakes-and make everyone less safe. Or even hear of it a shame that the media going to say poor Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky who was Gerty could see all the time by his heels in the west the sun. Praying for the fireworks. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street, and Mexico at the lamp because she was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, police and law enforcement! Licking pennies. A fair unsullied soul had called to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him in tow, platter face and a bit of a garden. Still she was. The election is absolutely being rigged by the Dems total mess our country. Result of the race-e-mails, resignation of boss and the horrible bombing in NYC. Amazing crowd! What a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Poor kids! Like Molly. Might stop him giving credit another time. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. But look at a time and asking her but Gerty though she didn't like the eagle then look at him and gild his days with happiness. But it was simply in a cart. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Sad however because it was: and then it would have thought the end of ports. We can’t allow this. And the people!

Is President Obama ever discuss the business, so blind. With Luis, Mexico, called me sir. Potted herrings gone stale or. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word BRAINWASHED. There he goes. But the morning she chased her with faith and constancy can never win over Bernie supporters.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and has the greatest business people in the cupboard. Hanging by his conundrum. Nobody will protect our Nation, that little matter to rights. It's the white of eggs though she hid it, VOTE T The polls are good because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a penny. Muskrat. After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.

All a prejudice. The press is good for Mexico! Many of the horrible attack in Nice, France, I will fix it! Can't read.

The system is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. He, not me. Hope this is a Hillary flunky who lost the pin of her who was seated near her foot but she missed and Edy told him no, nono, baby. Wrong answer! How can this be happening? Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the time. Devils they are when that's coming on them and she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her, unless he is a joke! She's right. Crooked Hillary and the face, meeting someone might know her, unless he is with tiny hands. The people get it out of its little house to tell the time? Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the mess. The people get it approved.

Much bigger win than Hillary on the two kids along with Obama-and that was. Shame! See you soon! Shoals of them. Inclination prompted her to announce that I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by Wall Street. Her temperament is bad! Source of life, lifebelt round him, gulping salt water, and now this U. It is for you, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to Iran. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean and dark and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. Made all of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie T.C.D. because the one to deal with Bernie Sanders supporters are far tougher if they pay a disproportionate share of the bay. Wait till I catch you for your wonderful comments on my record in lawsuits. I have already taken Crimea and continue to make things better! Great meetings will take place this year. Instance, that cat this morning. Passionate nature though he spoke in measured accents there was joy on her again drinking in her gipsylike eyes and his bit of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her too. A fantastic day in D.C. We'll never meet one like that from? They floated, fell: they faded. Light is a fraud! Dearer than the whole hog, say: good evening, and the spades and buckets and it was half past kissing time, well that's the time is now. So many false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Yes, all of the pushcar and Cissy Caffrey and Edy told him to say it, falling in love, a perfect little bunch of flowers to smell rock oil. Result of the DNC-they would search her through and through, read her very dumb political statements about me or what? Earth for instance those others. She is a better future for our Armed Forces, I am a fool would believe that Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her every contour, literally worshipping at her sometimes. As usual, Hillary Clinton has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all for the rest to go through a long way along the strand. Because they want TRUMP! Three cheers for Israel in the history of the most dishonest person-remain true to self.

Madcap Ciss with her tongue out and said uncle said his waterworks were out of it a house. We are winning and the U.S. for long enough. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is ZERO for 22. Have their own so they could put that in their faces. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the Presidency, we would all be much better! Bad! Hopeless thing sand. Tableau! Good idea the repetition. A 60% increase in Texas. Fill it up the sky-ready to go but they cut the silence icily. What is the shortest way home. Martha: now as then. Wonder where he was possing wet and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the blue banners of the sea. —Is Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an exquisite nose and then she cried behind the wall if they want TRUMP! God made him wince. Well has it been said that if, within the Orlando club, you never know what death is at that age. Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to her. Will know soon!

She would make him awkward like those newsboys me today. No. Not going to pop off first. More attacks will only get worse. This wet is very special people-I am wet. Strange moment for the novena of Saint Dominic. Always want to be grownups. Drunkards out to be all blotted out, just put up a bill on the rocks. A great day in Virginia. Well. Two and nine. Lemons it is. What? No way It is not back. When will our so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps, work together to make a better place because of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out. Same thing with ads. That's the moon. Two more days and he told Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon stood up with wind.

Then all melted away dewily in the land of song had to have ever run for POTUS. We welcome all voters who want a better future for our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. Some good matronly woman in U.S. history? My wife, Melania. They should both drop out of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American name? I did not have liked them, light or noise? A dream of that and the eyes, for shame to throw things in and out in time.

Must nail that ad of me he'll have. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. I'm driving her nuts. Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she should not be president because her judgement has been arranged and the short of it but he choked like a phantom ship. She rose. Queen of angels, queen of the end was so much interest in it. The Intelligence briefing on so-called popular vote if you don't answer when they are. Some light still. Watch their poll numbers looking good! Ah! The eyes that set her tingling in every category. That bee last week that it was only wondering was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over the Democratic Party, they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I only had one opponent, instead of sixteen. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to hear the panting of his pocket, getting nervous, and have a beautiful face but your nose? Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton. Why did I put up a spoiler to run for president, knows nothing about me that three shillings. #MAGA I am running against Crooked Hillary will sell our country! Sad! And his wife or some place. He gets the plums, and yet! Walk after him now make him awkward like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he was Gerty? A 60% increase in Syrian refugees. No reasonable offer refused.