#god bless the book of bill for making us think of these things twelve years later

[miss-americanbi]

was chatting with my brother about gravity falls (again) and i said something like “man, can you believe stan waited and worked for 30 years just for the chance to try and bring his brother back?” to which my brother responded, “yeah, it’s nuts when you think about it. i wonder if stan got trapped in the multiverse instead, if ford would do the same.” HELLO???

[raleigh-ocean]

among the fields of gold (is where i want to be with you) | billie dean howard x dara ann lynch

words: 3,897

summary: AU. Everything is almost the same, except that after Dara’s ultimatum to Billie, the older medium got hit by the wave of maternity, thanks to finally have everything be displayed in front of her. And now, a year later, Billie wanders idly in the feeling of building a new home while looking at how her soon-to-be-wife and mother of her kid, keeps being effortlessly beautiful and amazing even with the pressure of carrying their unborn child.

Billie was almost falling asleep while reading her book, glasses slowly sliding down her nose, when the sound of broken glass sounded all over the bedroom. 

"Oh fuck," it was definitely a gasp followed by a groan of pain and Billie didn't feel more awake ever in her life. "Fuck, fuck."

"Are you okay?" Billie went to the end of the bed, with her heart beating fast against her ribcage and when she saw the other woman trying to move, her voice came out rushed. "Wait, don't move Annie. The floor is covered in glass and you're barefoot."

Before doing anything else, Billie was really fast checking Dara's whole figure. Wet long hair half covering her face, scrunched up in discomfort; hand in her stomach, as if she was pressing something back in place; long legs covered in clean pajamas, no signs of anything worrisome. Okay, everything was in place, she thought while moving to get the broom and the mop. 

Billie tried to be as quick as possible brooming around Dara's feet and then helped her to sit in bed, pressing a kiss to her temple with love.

When she went back to the bedroom after cleaning the mess, the tiredness of the day slowly coming back to her, there was another priority before anything else. Dara didn't move from where Billie left her, sitting on the edge of her side of the bed, and she was trembling ever so lightly with her hands covering her face. Billie worried, stopping in front of her and kneeling between her slightly parted legs to be closer to her. Hearing Dara sniffing like that broke Billie's heart a little and, carefully, she managed to put her hands over her wife's.

"What's wrong, my love?" Billie said with a tender tone while pulling a bit so she could see Dara's face. "Are you hurt? Tell me, c'mon."

"I'm fine, it's just...I feel so...clumsy," Remember Billie, she's way too tired from the day too. Billie said to herself, caressing with her thumb the inside of Dara's right wrist. "The kick caught me off guard," Dara lowered her left hand, covering the spot near her ribs where she felt it. "Now my tea is gone and my favourite mug as well."

Billie lowered her head so Dara couldn't see her smile in some kind of relief, because it wasn't that serious after all, and then placed her hand over Dara's. There, on top of her eight months' big belly, to reassure her while gathering the correct words to put her at ease.

"You better prepare yourself once you're out, you're in big trouble for breaking mama's mug, you little rascal," she tried to sound serious while tapping softly with a fingertip in Dara's belly, pressing a kiss there thanks to being in the best position to do so. "You're not clumsy, lovely, you're just really tired and still in need of tea," then she moved her hands to cup Dara's face to kiss her on the lips, lovingly, and then place a few more on her cheeks. "So what do you say about me bringing you another one while you get in bed, babe? Hmm?"

It wasn't hard to see how Dara wanted to tell her otherwise, that she didn't need to go get another one, but for some reason she didn't voice it this time. Dara accepted the offering with a tiny nod and Billie kissed her again, sweet and slow like she liked, before standing up and making her way back to the kitchen.

Who would have told Billie that Dara, the most 'don't worry, I'll do it myself' force to ever exist, would finally let her indulge in caring for her without putting up a fight?

In the privacy of the kitchen, she chuckled a bit while preparing another tea for her girl just for thinking like that. All it took for that to happen was to be heavily pregnant with all her hormones being a total mess. 

Again, the reminder of Dara being actually pregnant made Billie feel her chest explode in warmth. She still couldn't believe they were going forward that direction, still recovering from getting married almost two years ago, but for once Billie felt that everything was falling in place in her life. And that made her happy, for real, because she had wandered too long without having a long term plan, only living one day at a time in her head, until the possibility of losing what she loved the most at that point of her life became present. Sometimes Billie still remembered the crippling fear that drained her during those three awful days, but looking at her right every morning to find Dara sleeping soundly with an arm over her middle, was enough to make her forget about the bad times.

How was she so blind to almost lose such a good thing?

Pushing her glasses up in her head, she took a peek from the corner of the kitchen at the bedroom. She could see how Dara was in the middle of the bed, laying on her side with her head on Billie’s pillow, and she seemed peaceful, or at least calm. These days it was confusing for Billie to discern everyone’s feelings, which made her be more vocal and talkative about them because she couldn’t rely on her powers for that. But she truly wished for Dara to have an actual break for the day.

Not only they had been dragged around by Audrey in what she called an 'emergency wardrobe alarm', which basically consisted in the actress taking them to window shopping - and then do the actual shopping -; but they also had passed by Dara's older cousin's new home to help her unpack. All of that Billie could do perfectly fine, but her wife - God, she would never not smile like an idiot when she referred to Dara like that - found it very trying and tiresome after the first four hours.

Even Danielle had tasked her own twelve years old daughter, Damien, to look over her aunt but soon Dara was helping them - and Danielle's wife - with taking things out of the many boxes they had.

And, on top of it all, Carla and Lucille had called to check up on them. In between their mothers and their incessant need to remind them to actually set up the nursery like now - and argue, once again, why they didn't find a new place -, they had managed to drain the last bits of energy Dara still had in her.

Ah, and how could she forget that before of it all, it was Saturday and that meant house chores.

So she couldn't blame her girl to react like that upon feeling something normal, at this point, like their bun trying to be noticed.

Billie loved to refer to their baby as silly stuff.

"Bills?" Dara's voice sounded a bit louder, snapping Billie out of everything.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Can you bring me a soft candy from my bag as well?" Billie had to muffle a laugh against the back of her hand, Dara unaware of it. "A cherry one."

"On my way to you."

And to think that they were in this because Billie got hit with the maternity wave in a tidal wave mode. It was all Harriet, Jo and Dayanara's fault, waking in her that need she never felt before. Best friend, sister and sister-in-law respectively, the three of them managed to warm her to the idea after seeing them be that happy with it at the same time. Billie thought Dara was going to be the one falling in, but it was actually her the one voicing all those new feelings and doubts to her wife. Dara was insanely good with kids, she could handle her nephews and nieces so easily that it always amazed Billie...and also worried her, because maybe she was holding Dara back from having her own children.

Tea ready and a couple candies in the inside of her tit pocket - ha, God bless tit pockets in pajamas -, Billie made her way back to the bedroom to find Dara drying her hair better with a towel and brushing it to keep herself occupied.

"Here you have, my queen," Billie said in a soft voice, climbing into bed and giving Dara the new cup of tea. "And I'll let you guess where are your candies."

"Sweet," Dara hummed while sipping on her tea - to this day, Billie didn't know how could she drink it that hot - and then give her a tired yet a bit amused look, a smirk forming on her lips. "I bet you didn't eat them."

Billie faked a hurt gasp, making Dara chuckle - sweetest sound she could hear - after leaving her tea on the nightstand. Then Dara leant a bit, kissing Billie's neck while taking her hand and slowly moving it over her belly.

"And I know you have it on you," Billie felt a chill going down her spine when Dara whispered that in her ear, kissing her under it. "Then where could they be, I wonder?"

"Annie…"

"Billie," no, the ting in her voice, that wasn't fair! Billi felt how Dara was using her free hand to walk slowly with her fingers over the buttons of her pajama shirt. "How many times did I tell you..."

It was the right thing, the natural thing to do to just turn her face enough to capture Dara's lips in a deeper kiss. It was also natural to turn her body enough for Dara to lean in better and for her to be able to hug her back, still trying to not move her hand much from where Dara left it.

"...not to hide food from me."

And then Billie wasn't kissing Dara like her life depended on it because Dara was getting comfortable in her chest, unwrapping her reward and eating it with the happiness only she could get from something so simple.

She couldn't help but laugh openly, letting her wife be and receiving an innocent kiss in her neck for that. Getting more comfortable like that, Billie rubbed her eyes under her glasses with her right hand before taking them off and kissing the crown of Dara's head tenderly - soft mint scent from her shampoo making her slowly forget that she got turned on. Her left hand, over their child, started to draw soft patterns to keep herself occupied, getting under Dara's shirt with expertise.

"One day you'll be the death of me, but I'll probably deserve it for being an asshole," Billie chuckled again and then looked down to find Dara with her eyes closed, enjoying the caresses and her candy. "Is she moving right now?"

"Like a clock," she mumbled, half for being comfortable and half because she was chewing her candy. "And you should start admitting he's going to be a boy." 

"I'll admit that once I actually see it, your doctor can kiss my ass if she thinks I'm gonna believe that cranky image was supposed to tell me she's a boy," Dara groaned but giggled the same because they've been having the same quarrel ever since. Not even their two whole families were capable of making her think otherwise - maybe it had to do with Dara's grandmother, Alicia, agreeing with Billie in this. "We're going to win this argument, sweetpea, so I can remind all of this to your mother for the rest of our lives, right?"

Billie's hand drifted down Dara's belly and in her way, as if the baby overheard her, felt a 'bump' against her hand. 

"That's my baby girl," Billie smiled and Dara only pressed her body better against her, unwrapping the extra candy in Billie's titty pocket. "And that's mine, you sugar thief."

"Come get it then."

Holding the candy between her lips, Dara waited for Billie to indulge - how much she loved to indulge - and get it after pressing a long kiss to her lips. And sometimes Audrey asked why she loved kissing her wife so much, how not when every kiss gave her a sugar rush? 

Oh great, now she was getting sappy.

"Bills?" the only one being able to call her that and not leaving her with a weirded out sensation was Dara. "What were you reading?"

"Remember that book you bought me last week about the Peloponnesian War? I started it at work the other day and got more invested after a quarter of it, so I was almost finishing already," Billie explained absent-mindedly, trying to reach for it to show how she had left not more than a hundred pages. "However I do admit I was falling asleep."

Dara chuckled at that, taking the book from Billie's so she could go back to caressing her belly. From the moment it was more noticeable, Dara had started to be very protective of her baby and if in the second trimester she still let people to put a hand on her belly, with the third trimester she only let Billie do that and the rest would actual get her best angry stare if the thought of touching ever crossed their mind.

Audrey absolutely got a few, making Dahlia to console her by kissing her cheek several times.

"You should rest then, you've been having trouble sleeping lately and today was a really long day," Dara played with the pages, passing her thumb over the corner to make a little fan. "Maybe you could oversleep tomorrow."

Said the woman who got insomnia over the last few months, who could understand her. 

Putting a half dry dark lock behind Dara's ear, Billie kissed the top of her forehead and let out a deep sigh. She wasn't letting Dara be awake all by herself, at least as much as she could.

"I'm okay, don't worry," Dara moved to drink more of her tea while Billie tried to find a position in which she couldn't fall asleep. "What're tomorrow's plans?"

"As far as I'm concerned, ironing and getting lunch ready," Billie opened her arms again for Dara to get in them and got a new kiss, then a soft boop on her nose. "Remember, Dani and Tiffany are coming over."

"Where was I when that was said again."

"Smoking in Dani's backyard," Dara nuzzled her nose into Billie's neck a bit. "I sent Damien to get you but, and I repeat what she said, you were taking a nap balancing the cigarette with two fingers like a pro."

Oh, right. 

Billie didn't even notice those micro naps, because she felt them as if she was blinking a bit too long. With Dara being restless many nights, those had become frequent. Sometimes at her desk, in the car, watching television, reading...and now smoking as well, apparently.

"Well, then I'll do the ironing and your only task tomorrow is to nap and think what are we cooking," Dara whined when Billie took the chores off her and she only tutted at her. "You're exhausted and hanging on weird naps because you can't sleep well, let me do the heavy parts around the house so you can have some proper rest."

"I'm not gonna break Billie Dean, I can still do stuff."

Of course I know that, silly. Billie thought when Dara said that in a half annoyed tone. 

"That's not what I'm saying and you know it," Billie tried to look at Dara in the eyes, but she turned around to let her back face Billie. "Annie."

"Annie what?" Dara mumbled that against her pillow, trying to get comfortable after turning off her night lamp, while Billie was sitting up in bed to rest her back against the headboard.

"Don't be angry," a little groan not for telling her otherwise, Billie noted. "I just want you to rest for one day, a few hours even, is that so bad?"

Billie was met with silence this time and if it wasn't because she knew by hand Dara's sleeping patterns as of now, she would've believed she fell asleep right away.

She sighed but didn't move from her position, except for her right hand that went to brush Dara's hair tenderly. As far as she knew, Dara had always been traumatized by having her hair a mere inch longer than her usual, but since they knew about the baby...well, she had been letting it grow until it was longer than Billie's. As if she was battling with her own traumas now instead of keeping on dwelling in them, going forward with her all in order to be...free of them somehow.

And that wasn't the only thing she battled and therefore made Billie think that, yes, her wife was the toughest cookie out there.

"Annie," Billie caressed her side with care, trying to spoon her from behind and getting a soft hum from her. "Dara," she snuck her arm with mastery under Dara's, who just nuzzled her back against Billie's front and laced her fingers with hers. "Dara Ann," Billie pressed her lips behind Dara's ear even more carefully. "I love you, you know that right? I love you and I care about you, I care about our baby and I don't want you to exhaust yourself just because," she felt her wife shift in her arms, slightly enough to turn her head a bit and look at her again. "I'm here to make things easier for you, I don't forget you totally can drag my ass if necessary and I absolutely don't want to make you think you can't do stuff or that I'm doing it because I think you can't," Billie took advantage of the position to lean a bit and kiss her temple. "I can iron our shirts while you play, rest or nap or just talk to me about anything in your pretty head."

Billie totally knew that the short annoyed feeling passed the second Dara pouted, her lower lip a bit more out and she stole a kiss out of habit.

"You always leave weird crooked lines in them, you're impatient as shit."

"Hey, I've been watching you iron for over five years now, you rascal," it was easy to find where Dara was the most ticklish and soon her giggles were filling the room. "How do you think I survived the four prior years to that and since I moved at twenty-five?"

"Do you want me to reply to that or…?"

She totally had to shut her pretty wife up with a deep kiss, it was fair, right?

But having Dara reciprocate more eagerly than expected, turning fully around and then pinning her in a not that swift move, made Billie feel like, yeah, her wife could be the death of her anytime and she willingly would let her. It's hard to find a position in which she's comfortable, but they managed as they had managed for the last few months.

And afterwards, when both were even more exhausted than they already were, there's no doubt that probably none of them is going to iron their clean clothes early in the morning.

However, it's all worthy because, after cleaning up, Dara is completely off to dreamland before Billie can even go back to bed with her. And let me tell you that, after many days, Billie felt herself rest hearing her snoring ever so soft with a pretty smile on her matching pretty lips. She even smiled as well, getting comfortable and letting her hand lower until she felt the back of her hand touch Dara's belly.

From the moment they were just a thought, through the whole process to actually be there where they were comfortably growing now, Billie always felt this odd pressure in her chest. Growing or lowering, it was always present to remind her she was still there, breathing and feeling. 

When the first couple of tries didn't work and then Dara finally told her about how almost fifteen years ago she had an involuntary abortion, thus that's why she reacted the way she did upon knowing Dayanara was pregnant of Benjamin and her's first child. When Dara announced this third time was the good one yet still she had a major breakdown because she was scared. When around the fifth month they had to admit her in the hospital for a few days, because things weren't going that well - and then it was a false alarm. When she herself broke her arm while filming and had a major breakdown about not feeling she was going to be good enough, not even for Dara alone.

The pressure was always there and she worked well around it, maybe because that was her own survival instinct kicking in to make her go forward. But at the end of the day, all that Billie wanted was to be able to rest and have some good things coming. 

Moving her fingers around a bit, without caressing Dara's skin, Billie felt how her tears were finally pushing their way out. If she didn't love them that much, she wouldn't be feeling all that. How could she balance all of that between the only two beings on this Earth that she truly loved that wholeheartedly and purely? 

She would find a way, of course, she always found one...but the pressure was making her anxious.

Dara moved and Billie dried her tears in case she was awake, but the only thing her wife did was to reach for Billie in her sleep and then nuzzle her head against Billie's arm with a content hum. The little interaction reminded Billie that she wasn't alone in this, that they both could figure that out together and overcome any minor possible thing since they had managed to overcome pretty big and nasty ones.

She didn't know that next morning she would wake up late just to find Dara with all their clothes perfectly ironed and very invested in her video game; she didn't know that she would prepare her surprise lasagna nor that she would have a heartfelt conversation with Danielle over coffee.

They for sure didn't know that, a month from now, exactly the morning of the thirty-first of December, Dara would wake her up because her water broke, when she wasn't supposed to until a week or so on the new year. The chaos of Dara's family around them because they were spending the end of the year in Sacramento and with Danielle and Audrey, both the future godmothers, feeling as if they were going to pass out instead of the actual mother who wasn't giving birth.

Nor that Nathaniel Howard-Lynch would become Helena Marie Howard-Lynch, a healthy baby girl born before the New Year ringed and with Billie's ticket to annoy Dara for the rest of their days under her tiny arm - even when Nathaniel actually would come a couple years later as well.

No, she didn't know any of that.

But Billie did know, in that very moment, that she would stay by Dara's side for the rest of her days, among the fields of gold she chose not to leave and with the infinite source of white light shining upon her, all of that showing in the way Dara smiled only for her to see.

And let me tell you, Billie didn't want it any other way.

[dansantat]

44 (The Annual Birthday Rant)

THE BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT I EVER RECEIVED FROM A STRANGER

What I’m about to tell you all happened about twelve days ago.

I was walking outside of my local grocery store when an African American man approached me. He slowly approached with a wide grin on his face and was dressed in an old brown secondhand suit that was a few sizes too big. Although his physique indicated he was maybe ten to fifteen years older than me he looked much older and worn. He had a story to tell

“Now, I’m not gonna hurt cha,” the man said.

I stood and smiled hesitantly.

“How can I help you?” I asked.

“You probably don’t remember me, but we met before… a few years back.”

I searched through my mind, but found nothing. “Oh really? Where did we meet? A book store event? A school?”

The man stopped his approach. He stood safely about ten feet away.

“We met here.”

My mind still drew a blank.

“Anyway, sir, I don’t want to take up too much of your time…. But I wanted to give you this…”

He reached into the pocket of his oversized suit and slowly pulled out a healthy wad of nicely folded cash.

And then in that instant. I remembered.

It happened two years ago in 2017. I bought groceries and was carrying the bags to my car. A homeless African American man wearing tattered clothes hobbled with a limb over in my direction. He was in rough shape. He clearly hadn’t showered in weeks and his body appeared gaunt, and malnourished.

“Hey, man, I was wonderin’ if you could spare some change?” he asked.

I placed my groceries into the trunk of my car and pulled out my wallet. I had just gone to the ATM because I was going to go out to breakfast with some friends after dropping off the groceries at home.

I pulled out a $20 and gave it to the man. His eyes popped open wide and a huge grin crossed his face. I would typically only give a few dollars in a situation like this, but today was special.

“Aw, thank you, sir, I really appreciate it! God bless!”

Just as he was about to walk away I stopped him.

“Wait,” I hollered, “Hold up.”

The man turned and looked back at me. I paused for a moment thinking about what I was about to do.

“*sigh* Today’s your lucky day.” I said

I opened my wallet and gave him all the cash that was inside.

“Here. Take it all.”

The man was flabbergasted. “Wh-….. What?”

“You look like you need it way more than I do. There’s about $400 here… Just take it.”

“Wh…wh…why are you doing this?” he stammered

I paused for a moment. Was I really doing the right thing? You hear people tell you not to give money to homeless people because they’ll just go use that money to buy drugs or alcohol, but I proceeded with my decision, “It’s my birthday today, and every year I always make it a point to do something special for someone to make their day better, and today you’re the lucky person, I guess.”

The first time I ever decided to be generous on my birthday was at a local car wash on my 35th birthday. Now, I never found much value in the machines that car washing facilities provide. Those contraptions that you would drive your car though to get washed. It was simply a series of spray hoses and soap suds being lazily dragged over your car by a set of waving rags. The real cleaning job was done from the guy after that process. The guy who would drive your car off to a dry corner of the lot and scrub off those tough stains with a spray bottle and a towel. Here in LA, they were most likely illegal immigrants earning a measly wage just enough to get by here in Los Angeles (one of the most expensive cities in the country) The man who cleaned my car that day spent a half hour wiping off the dashboard, and the tires, and even parts of the door joints you wouldn’t normally expect a car wash employee to clean. The guy was cleaning my car better than I would have ever done myself, and when I approached the car it was absolutely immaculate.

The car wash was only $19.

That day, I gave the man $40.

He was so grateful he shook my hand with a smile, and in exchange I felt amazing. I helped make his day a good one and it was an absolutely wonderful feeling.

Ever since then I try to do something kind for someone on my birthday. It’s my gift to myself.

In the years following I would give $40 tips to waitresses, $60 tips to a trio of buskers, I once bought an entire box of candy from a kid who rang my doorbell trying to save up money for camp. That was about $75.

But this was $400. What the hell was I doing?

The man waved off the money. “$400?! That’s too much,” he responded, “I can’t accept all that! A dude gets stabbed on the streets carrying that kind of cash around”

“I want you to have it, and I don’t want to sound rude, but you look like you need this money way more than I do.”

He stood hesitant. His own pride was preventing him from taking the money.

“What are you doing with that much cash on you? You a doctor or something?”

“HAHA! No, but there was a time my parents wished I was.”

The man looked at me with a hint of suspicion.

“You’re crazy. How do you know I’m not gonna go use this to go buy crack or something like that?”

“HA HA! Are you?” I laughed. The thought of the possibility of my own hard earned money being used to buy illegal drugs was somewhat humorous to me at the time.

“N- NO! NO! I won’t! I promise! But are you sure you want to give me all this? I don’t even know you.”

I hesitated, half thinking for a split second that I would perhaps reconsider and just give him an extra $20, but what would an extra $20 do for a man who needed so much more help than that? What if he had enough money to change his course in life if he really wanted to? From that perspective, $400 seemed like just a drop in the bucket. 

But maybe it was also a start?

“I’m not sure, but I know that no matter how you got into this situation, I know it’s not because you’re a bad person. You’ve probably just hit a string of bad luck.Hell, for all I know maybe you WILL blow all this money on booze and drugs, I don’t know… But what I am hoping, is that it gives you a chance to get back on your feet if you really want to…”

The man glanced back at the money.

“Take it. No strings attached. Do whatever you want with it. Buy booze or crack or whatever you want with it. I’m not gonna lecture you on how to live your life because, dude, you’re already totally down on your luck and I think that you just deserve a little kindness. You know the mistakes you’ve made and you don’t need to explain yourself to me or anyone. I just thought this money would help make things a little bit easier for you, that’s all.”

The man looked away for a moment. His lower lip trembling. Then he slowly glanced back and took the money.

“Thank you….. God Bless you, sir. I really appreciate it.”

“Take care of yourself.” I replied as he walked away.

The man walked away and never looked back.

Now here we are.

Two years later.

Standing in the same parking lot in front of the same grocery store.

My jaw drops open.

“Holy shit! I remember you! You’re that guy! LOOK AT YOU! I DON’T EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU!” I shouted.

“Now you remember me, right!? HA HA!”

This man’s voice once a whisper was now strong and deep as if his lungs consumed every molecule of oxygen around him and projected it out like water from a fire hose. He was no longer gaunt, but healthy, if not slightly overweight. His hair was clean and trimmed, but he still carried himself awkwardly with a shaky newfound confidence that now occupied a body that once resembled a dilapidated house.

“You look amazing! Where have you been!?”

“Aw man, It’s a long story-“

“I’ve got time!”

“Well-“ he hesitated

And then I paused.

“Wait. I’m- I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I just want you to know that I’m really REALLY proud of you, man. I know we don’t know each other, but dude, you’ve completely changed. I don’t even recognize you. You look amazing.”

There was an awkward pause in our conversation. We were like two friends who had just reunited after a long absence, but suddenly also realized at that moment that we were also two complete strangers who knew nothing about one other. The man took a deep breath, “I’ve been coming around to this grocery store every now and then hoping I would run into you…I’d stand out here waiting for you for a half hour or so hoping you’d come by to buy groceries… I wanted to thank you for the kindness you showed me a few years back and… and I wanted to finally pay you back.”

He grabs my hand and presses the nicely folded bills into my hand. The folds and creases tell me they’ve been sitting folded like this for quite a while.

“$400. Every cent of it.”

“Hey, you don’t need to do this. It was my pleasure. I’m glad the money helped, you can keep it.” I reply.

“Well… “ he paused, “I don’t want it. Too many painful memories from it.. That day you gave me that money I took it and I used it all to get high.”

“Oh…Shit… I’m sorry, man. I shouldn’t have-”

“And afterwards there were some more really rough months after that. I felt so ashamed. I hated myself and I didn’t wanna live no more so one day I couldn’t take it anymore and I went over to the Colorado Street Bridge and I was gonna climb the fence and jump off…. I was gonna kill myself and end it all… but I chickened out.”

(FYI, The Colorado Street Bridge is the bridge you see in the movie, LA LA LAND)

“Man, I was so scared, and I was crying on the ground and I was thinking about my wife leavin’ me… and how I let my son down, and now he had his own son.. you see, I’m a grandfather, and I got so messed up I couldn’t be around any of them, you know?”  

Meanwhile, my groceries were sitting in the hot car. My milk was going to go bad, but I continued to hang on to his every word.

“So shortly after that incident the cops pick me up off the side of the bridge and they take me to this local homeless shelter. I get cleaned up, I get a little something to eat, and then later on that evening they gathered us all around in the cafeteria at one point and they read us this story called, After the Fall.”

I was shocked.

“Wait... What? That’s my book.” I responded

“Yeah, I know! The book changed my life, man! Humpty Dumpty finding the courage to change his life like that? It inspired me! It made me want to change! And so I see your name on the cover and one day I went to the library with my social worker to look up more of your books and I see your picture in one of the books and I thought, HOLY SHIT! That’s the guy who gave me the $400! I recognize those eyebrows from anywhere! This is a sign from God!”

“HAHAHA!”

“So, I’m getting’ all psyched up and inspired and the social worker helped me get me a sponsor, and after a while I got myself cleaned up and started working around town. I used to be a carpenter, and I was doin’ odd jobs here and there and so now I work at a hardware store.” 

He pauses for a moment and takes another deep breath.

“You see, I got myself a work related injury years ago and I had to stop working. Then when my insurance wore out I was still in pain and I started trying to find any kind of drugs I could to help with the pain, man. It was awful. I got addicted to painkillers, over time it cost me my marriage, I lost my house, and my kid moved away and he started a family of his own…. I haven’t seen my kid in years. They all wanted to help but you can only be helped if you want to be helped, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m so sorry to hear that, man”

The man begins to cry a little

“And I knew they cared about me, but…. But I let them down, and there’s just a point when the people you love just can’t stand seeing you hurt yourself no more, and they couldn’t stand watching me tear myself apart like that, you know?”

The man’s story cuts me like a knife. I’m starting to well up with tears. We’re now two strangers crying in front of each other in the middle of a grocery store parking lot. The manager of the grocery store who I see often sees us crying outside 

“Is everything okay here guys?”

“Yeah yeah yeah, We’re good. We’re just talking,” I rapidly answer as I wipe tears from my cheek. The manager walks back inside.

“…Uh… Weird question… You know my name now, but, do you mind if I ask you your name?”

“…I’m Randall.”

“Well, I’m glad you got your life back together, Randall. I’m sorry about all that stuff that happened with your family but I think what you accomplished with getting your life back together was huge and, I mean, I don’t know you, but man, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, brother. I just wanted to see you in person so I could give you back that money… oh, and I was hoping you could sign this for me….”

Randall reaches inside his oversized brown suit and pulls out a copy of After the Fall and hands it to me with a pen.

“I’ve been carrying this around with me for a few months now hoping I’d see you. The shelter gave it to me. Would you mind signing it?” he asks.

“I’d be honored, Randall… Do you want me to make it out to you?”

“Please make it out to Randall the Third”

“Wait… your grandson?”

“I’m going out to see my son and his family next week. They live out in Arizona.”

“That’s amazing. Are you nervous?”

“I’m excited to see my grandson, but I’m terrified I could screw things up with my family again.” Randall mutters.

“Well, you made it this far. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Just take it one step at a time.” I reply.

“Just like Humpty did. One step at a time.” says Randall.

I sign the book...

To Randall III, Your grandfather is a true inspiration to me.

Dan Santat

“Thank you, God bless.”

“No, Randall, thank you. This was the most amazing birthday gift I think I’ve ever received.”

“Oh, it’s your birthday today?!”

“No, it’s in twelve days. Heh… it’s when my milk expires”

“Oh shit. I should let you get going man, I’m sorry I took up all your time!”

“No, man. No! I’m so glad you did this and that we could catch up... and…. Here.”

I pull out the $400 and I hand it back to Randall.

“What are you doin?”

“I know you don’t need this, so I’m not giving you this money. Get something nice for your family, you know, a housewarming gift or something, that’s all. If you ever want to pay me back you know where to find me.”

In this parking lot.

In front of this grocery store.

“Use it to buy a huge ass teddy bear for Randall the Third. Shit get him a Playstation 4 or something I don’t care. As far as I’m concerned you worked so hard to get where you are now and you earned every cent of this. This money should be yours”  

“HA HA HA! Aw sheeeeeeit….Thank you, brother.”  

I grab Randall’s hand and I place the nicely folded wad of cash into his palm. 

“Well, I should get goin’…” Randall says.

“Yeah, me too.”

Then after a few quiet moments we exchange a hug.

“Thank you, Dan Santat…. God Bless you.” Randall whispers

“Take care” I reply

We complete our goodbyes and then head off in our own opposite directions.

I’ve received lots of amazing gifts over my 44 years, but never one as incredible as the rebirth and transformation of Randall.

Peace.

[lolcat76]

An Alignment of Interests

For @okaynextcrisis​, who wanted a Bill/Laura arranged marriage fic, and for @cassiopeiasara​, who enabled her.

“You should be happy,” her mother said, “that a man of our station wants to marry you. Most girls in your situation would wind up in a closed sisterhood, and be glad of it.”

Happy. She should be happy, she supposed, that a man of their station found himself in such desperate straits that he’d condescend to marry the oldest, most definitely soiled daughter of the ruling house of Caprica. Frankly, the thought of a closed sisterhood sounded far more appealing at the moment. She could tend goats and weave cloth, and never, ever, ever again have to worry about finding herself hung out to dry thanks to a man’s political ambition.

Things must be dire on Tauron indeed, if the mighty Adama family were stooping so low as to extend an offer of marriage to her. Things must be even more dire on Caprica if her mother were so eager to accept on her behalf. No matter how proud the Adamas were, or how many generations they’d ruled Tauron, they were still dirt-eaters in the eyes of most of the Twelve Colonies.

Things were indeed dire on Tauron, a fact of which Laura was very well aware. Her mother, Gods bless her, had no interest in politics, but Laura had cut her teeth on the scrolls of government. Her father had dragged her to every parliament meeting and off-world visitation since he ascended to the the ruling house of Caprica, and after 20 years under his watchful eye, she could name every dignitary in the twelve colonies, as well as name every lowlife said dignitaries were bartering favors with - or worse- in seedy taverns throughout the colonies.

Some of which she knew only too well.

Laura had seen more than her fair share of dingy bars with Richard in her younger, stupider days before her father ordered him executed for treason. Richard’s execution was enough to restore the semblance of honor to the name of Roslin, but not nearly enough to stifle rumors about the oldest daughter of the ruling house. Rumors that had quite nicely and conveniently put an end to her marriage prospects many years ago, which had been just fine with her.

Fortunately, the Roslins had two other daughters, far sweeter and more agreeable, to trade on the Colonies’ political marriage market. Cheryl had married the son of the ruling family on Libran, and Sandra was currently expecting her second child with Picon’s prime minister. Laura should have made the first and best match, no doubt to the crown prince of Aerilon, even after her role in Richard’s downfall was front-page news all over the Colonies.

Fortunately, their colonies had worked together for far too long, and their fathers had been far too close for Edward Roslin to waste his favorite daughter on a match with Gaius Baltar. Or for Gaius to think her a naive, fuckable fool like the peasants he liked to welcome in his bed. Oh, he’d do business with her family and he’d lean on her sharp mind for help when the farming class refused to grow crops without fair compensation, but he wouldn’t risk his massive ego by wedding - or worse - breeding with her.

Fine with her. She tolerated Gaius because it was expedient, teased him because it was entertaining, but the thought of him laying one of his overly manicured, overly soft hands on her body made her want to throw him, and possibly herself, out of one of the airlocks in her father’s military defense ships.

Still, marrying Gaius couldn’t have been worse than the other prospects across the system that her mother had tossed her way. Gaius was an idiot, but he wasn’t a fool, which definitely gave him points in her book. Also, she was relatively sure, none of the other candidates her mother worried over late into the night would ever have been suitable - the Virgonese never married outside their planet, and the Cancerons, pristine and pure of blood as their children might be, weren’t quite learned enough to be a match for the eldest daughter of Judith Roslin, back when the eldest daughter was still a prize to be won. That left her with the holy rollers on Gemenon, and even her desperate parents weren’t quite desperate enough to sink so low as to align themselves with the Gemenese.

Or the thugs that ran Tauron, and Judith Roslin would never in a million years sink so low, so Laura was safely assured of living out the rest of her life in vaguely shameful spinsterhood, free to do and say what she pleased, as long as she stayed away from treasonous bastards who used her father’s name to gain power.

Or so she’d thought. Apparently, her mother was getting more desperate than Laura had ever suspected.

“A man of our station,” Laura mused. “Funny, Mother, but the last time you tried to marry me off, I don’t recall you ever saying that the Taurons were equal to our station.”

“Well, things change.”

Indeed.

***

“You want me to what?”

“Get married, Bill. It shouldn’t be that difficult for you. As I recall, you’ve done it before.”

The evidence of his first marriage was currently playing tag around the heavy wooden dining table in his father’s dining room, and any second now, one of his sons was going to wind up bleeding on the floor.

Having already told them he wasn’t cleaning it up if one of them knocked their brains out of their head and dumped them all over his father’s prized Gemenese rug, Bill turned back to Joseph Adama. “You weren’t exactly pleased with my first marriage, as I recall.”

Joseph shrugged. “What was I supposed to do? You ran off with the first girl who smiled at you. And look how well that turned out.”

Sure enough, Zak ran face-first into a chair and immediately started howling. Look how well it turned out indeed.

“I’m not getting married again,” Bill grunted over his shoulder as he made his way to his sobbing son.

“Yes, you are,” his father shot back. “And what’s more, you’ll get married to the person I choose this time. A son respects his roots.”

Given that his sons had no respect for anything, least of all gravity and basic physics, Bill was inclined to disagree. He pulled Zak’s hands away from his face and was relieved to see that, other than a rapidly swelling goose-egg, it didn’t look like any permanent damage had been done.

“Are my brains falling out, Daddy?” Zak whimpered.

“No, son. You don’t have any brains to fall out, or else you would have listened to me in the first place.”

“I told him to slow down,” Lee said, and Bill wondered how a six-year-old could be so damn bossy. Lee was standing with his fists balled on his hips, glaring at his brother, and Bill realized just how a six-year-old could be so damn bossy, because his own father was staring him down across the room in exactly the same way.

He should have run like hell the first time Carolanne winked at him and found the nearest priesthood, cloistered himself up with vows of poverty and celibacy, and saved himself from being bookended by two generations trying to kill him. Too bad he never believed in the Gods, because if he did, he’d know for sure they were laughing their asses off at him.

“Lee, go read a book.” Lee opened his mouth to argue, but Bill shut him up with a glare and a pointed finger at the library. “Zak, you’re going to live, so go get some ice on that. And you-” he glanced back at his father, “stop trying to control my life, or I’ll walk out of here with my sons and you won’t have any Adama heirs to replace the ones you lost.”

“Bill. Bill! Willie, damn it, LISTEN TO ME!”

The long-forgotten nickname stopped Bill in his tracks. He pushed his sons out of the room, then turned to face his father. The two of them glared at each other, but Bill wasn’t going to back down. Not now, not when he had kids of his own to protect.

“Willie’s dead, Dad. I’m not him. I was never him. You’ve gotta accept that.”

Joseph Adama sighed, for once looking all of his 62 years. “I know that. But I also know that losing one love doesn’t mean you’ll never have another.”

“That’s a pretty shitty argument, forcing me into marriage just because you got lucky enough that my mother loved you.” Bill looked over his shoulder as he said it, because Evelyn had an almost uncanny knack for showing up just when Bill laid into his father. He might not like Joseph Adama much, but he adored his mother. Even if he questioned her taste in men.

“How about I make you a deal, huh?” Great, a deal. As much as he tried to stay away from politics, Bill at least knew that his father’s deals were always weighted in favor of the house. “You meet this woman. If you hate her, we walk away and pretend like nothing ever happened, and you can go back to letting your sons try to kill each other and building your model ships.”

“And if I like her?” He wasn’t going to like her, but he was willing to humor his father just to hear this argument. It should be a doozy.

“Then you consider marrying her. And in doing so, use her family’s money to help Tauron find a way to fight the drought that’s killing off our people.”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. No matter how many times Bill told his father he wanted nothing to do with governing the people of Tauron, he couldn’t turn a blind eye to the consequences of the five-year drought on his planet. The fact that his father’s strategy had gone from investing in infrastructure to marrying him off for money could only mean one thing.

“You’re not seriously asking me to consider marrying Laura Roslin?”

***

Knowing what she did about Tauron’s rapidly depleting finances, Laura was shocked that the delegation from Caprica was welcomed with full honors. Including, to her dismay, the pomp and circumstance of the Caprican anthem playing as she made her way down the shuttle ladder, knees locked together in every effort to keep what was left of her dignity intact while photographers snapped photos of her from below.

“I’ll never forgive you for this,” she hissed to her mother, as the Adama family lined up to salute them.

“Add it to the list, Laura.” With that, Judith Roslin tucked her hand into her husband’s arm and went to greet their hosts.

While her parents were busy air-kissing the Adamas, Laura sized up her potential future husband. Dressed in ceremonial garb, he looked almost as uncomfortable as she felt. He tugged at his starched collar, then glared at his gloves, then glared at her with a look that clearly said You better be worth all of this.

Oh, she could have said she wasn’t, if anyone had bothered to ask. Still, she may not have had much in terms of reputation, but she still had her Roslin pride. Laura marched over to him and, ignoring protocol that she must be introduced to him by one of their hosts, extended a hand. “William Adama. I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Miss Roslin. Likewise.” He took her fingers and shook grudgingly. She was surprised he didn’t immediately wipe his hand on his trousers.

“Please. Call me Laura.”

“We’ve prepared a welcome dinner for you. Follow me.”

So much for calling her Laura. She had no intention of marrying the man, but she’d expected to have to work a little harder to turn him off. She was half-tempted to head back up the ladder, because mission accomplished, he apparently wasn’t going to marry her if she were the last woman standing in the Twelve Colonies. Her mother’s manicured nails dug into her shoulder, stopping her retreat. “Come along, Laura, I believe dinner is served,” Judith hissed in her ear.

***

Knowing how her mother hated spicy foods, Laura found dinner to be quite enjoyable. The wine was tolerable, the noodles a little boring without any fresh produce, but watching her mother break a sweat and chug down three glasses of water made this little Tauron adventure almost worth it.

“You haven’t eaten anything. Don’t you like it?” came a small voice from beside her, and Laura had to force herself back into the here and now. One of Bill’s little boys - Lee, the older one - was staring at her. Measuring her up, it seemed.

He looked nothing like his father, save for the blue eyes. Laura remembered the press coverage from Bill’s hasty marriage to the former Carolanne Saville, and she could recall enough of the photos to recognize that Lee had his mother’s nose, coloring, and cheekbones.

His attitude, though, that had to be all his father’s doing. She was used to people staring at her and finding her wanting, but to have it come from a six-year-old…that was a first.

“I do like it,” she assured her tiny host. “But you know what I like better? Watching everyone else eat. There’s so much to learn.”

Lee perked up. “About what?”

“Well,” she said, pointing to her mother. “What about her?”

“It’s rude to point.”

“It is,” she agreed, “but it’s also rude not to answer a question. Now look, and tell me what you see.”

Lee wrinkled his little nose as he studied Judith Roslin. “She hates it.”

“She does,” Laura agreed, “but why?”

Her mother waved to the waiter holding the pitcher of water, then dabbed at her brow with her napkin. “Too spicy,” Lee said.

“Very good! Now, what about him?” Laura gestured to her father.

“He’s not eating because he’s too busy talking to Grandpa. Every time he tries to take a bite, he stops and says something else. And that’s good, because Grandma tells me not to talk with my mouth full.”

“And what about your Grandma?”

“She’s already done, because she’d rather eat than talk to that lady.” Since that lady was her mother, Laura couldn’t help but sympathize.

“And your father?” Laura prodded. “He’s already done too. Why?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Lee scoffed. “He’s done because he wants you all to leave.”

Well. Out of the mouths of babes, indeed. “Why does he want us to leave?”

“Daddy said he’s had enough of women.”

Laura choked on her sip of wine. “He said that to you?”

“No, he said that to Grandpa. I was supposed to be reading.”

She had to give Bill Adama credit for that. If his idea of punishing his kids was making them read, he couldn’t be all bad. “Why weren’t you reading?”

Lee sighed, looking every inch a weary old man. “I’ve already read everything in Grandpa’s library that I’m allowed to read.”

Just what was in Grandpa’s library, she wondered. She’d have to check it out before she left this godforsaken planet. “And you’ve never read something you’re not supposed to read?”

For the first time since they’d sat down, Lee looked distinctly uncomfortable. “You have!” she crowed. His eyes shifted between his father and grandfather, guilt written all over his face as he slid down in his chair. “It’s ok,” she whispered. “I won’t tell. I used to read things I wasn’t supposed to when I was your age.”

Relief swept across his face, and she couldn’t stop herself from brushing the sandy-blonde bangs that fell across his forehead out of his eyes. “I like you, Lee.”

Lee grinned up at her. “I like you too. I wish you were the woman my dad was supposed to meet instead of her.” He jerked his chin at her mother, who had gone from red in the face to a little green around the gills.

She could explain the situation to the little boy beside her, but honestly, what was the point? Come tomorrow, they’d be gone, and she’d never see him again. She didn’t expect the thought of that to sting quite as much as it did. “I wish I were too,” she sighed, and resumed picking at her plate.

Unobserved for the most part, Bill watched as his guest leaned down and whispered to his son. In the three years before Carolanne left, he’d never seen her show as much interest in her son as Laura Roslin had in the last ten minutes. He still had no intention of marrying the woman, but watching her with Lee…his father might have been right. He should have held out for better.

***

Laura  never could sleep in a strange bed, and even in the finest accommodations Tauron had to offer, she was wide awake and sighing as she tossed from side to side. Finally, she gave up and threw a robe over her shoulders. If she were going to be awake, she might as well make it worth her while. She’d likely never get another chance to explore the forbidden corners of Joseph Adama’s library.

She was leafing through the pages of a treatise on socialism when the slight rush of cool air on the nape of her neck warned her that she wasn’t alone. She slammed the book closed and turned, but the apologies died on her lips when she got a good look at the man who interrupted her late-night literary adventure.

“Bill,” she sighed.

“Miss Roslin.”

So much for Laura. “Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked. She couldn’t stop the smile teasing at the corners of her mouth as she watched him shift from foot to foot under her gaze. She liked this Bill, half yawning, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt and trying to smooth down his unruly black hair. Looking incredibly uncomfortable as she gave him the once-over. Yes, she liked sleepy, rumpled Bill so much more than the perfectly dressed man in ceremonial uniform she’d met earlier in the day.

The son of the ruling house of Tauron wore ratty slippers and rolled up the cuffs of his sweatpants. Who knew? Aware of her own bare feet and her tousled hair, Laura tugged her robe a little tighter. “Your son spoke so much of the library that I just had to see it before we left.”

He took the book from her hands and leafed through it, dragging his index finger along certain passages here and there, his lips moving along with clearly memorized text. He closed the book and shoved it back into the case. “So that’s what you were talking about?”

“Among other things.” She shrugged. “Mainly we talked about manners and how unfortunate it is that you’re going to have to marry my mother.”

Priceless, the look on his face. This, right here and now, this was worth the trip to Tauron.

“My son - he misunderstands things.”

“Clearly, otherwise you’d be facing down my father at dawn with pistols drawn.” She shouldn’t be enjoying this, but oh…she was. Poor Bill Adama, unsure whether to apologize for his son or for the circumstances that brought them together.

She decided to let him off the hook. “Your son seems desperate to get his hands on the books you won’t let him read.” Laura dragged her finger along the spines of books that had been banned decades ago, spines of books that were forbidden to more than little boys. “Once he learns how to climb up these bookshelves, you’re in for a world of trouble.”

“You’re no stranger to trouble,” he grunted.

Ah. There it was, time to recount all her past sins. “I suppose not,” she agreed. “Well, this has been a lovely visit to Tauron, but I don’t want to waste any more of your time.”

He caught her elbow as she swept past him, his fingers pressing in to the sensitive skin of her forearm. Any tighter, and he’d leave marks. Any tighter, and she’d leave her own when she slapped him silly.

“You slept with the man who was trying to bring your father down,” he said. Blunt and unapologetic. At least, back in the day, the reporters had tried to be more circumspect.

“I slept with a man, and he was trying to bring my father down. The two were not related, or have you never fucked someone who didn’t have your best interests at heart?” If he could be blunt, so could she.

“I never fucked someone who tried to overthrow the government of my colony.”

No, he just fucked someone who tried to take him for his wealth and power, then dumped him and their children when something better came along. He wasn’t the only one who knew where all the dirty laundry was aired. “And I bet you never had to call the authorities on the person you’d just fucked, the person who told you that he loved you, when you overheard him telling your father’s worst enemy that he’d gotten you into bed, and the rest would fall into place?” He blanched at that. Of course he hadn’t. “No? So, until you’ve been sold out like that, don’t you dare judge me.”

Bill released her arm and took a step back. He couldn’t have looked more shocked or apologetic if she had slapped him, which she still hadn’t ruled out.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Of course he didn’t. Nobody did, because the story of the sullied daughter of the house of Roslin was far more palatable than the story that her father’s closest aide was actively plotting his downfall and not a single member of the parliament, the cabinet, or the Roslin security detail figured it out before a 19-year-old girl. Throwing the blame on her was far easier than admitting publicly that the Caprican government was weak. “Well, now you do,” she snapped. “So you can make up whatever reason you see fit that a match between us just won’t work, but by the Gods, don’t you dare say it was my fault.”

She swept past him - or tried to - but her borrowed robe was just long enough that she tripped over the hem. She would have fallen face-first into Joseph Adama’s bust of Themis if Bill hadn’t caught her.

“I’m sorry,” he echoed. “I didn’t know.”

“You still don’t,” she said, pushing his hands away. “And I”d like to go back to bed now.”

***

His father hadn’t spoken to him since their guests had returned to Caprica. All well and good, but Bill couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d judged Laura too quickly and too harshly. In the three weeks since their dinner party, Lee hadn’t shut up about his new friend Laura. Laura reads books, Daddy, Lee said. Laura never talked with her mouth full. Laura didn’t like your uniform.

Laura, Laura, Laura. If Bill hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind himself, he might have locked his oldest child in the library and not let him out until Lee was 18.

Laura, Laura, Laura. Laura read books, and Laura had lovely manners, and Laura was perhaps not guilty of the crimes the entirety of the Twelve Colonies had judged her for, these last twelve years.

Laura liked his kid, and for a minute there in the library, Bill could swear that Laura liked him as well.

“We have a new backer,” Joseph said, “from Sagittaron.”

No women of marriageable age from Sagittaron. Fine. “Then take it. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“It’s Tom Zarek,” his father said.

Godsdammit.

***

A nice, quiet cloistered Sisterhood. Perhaps up in the mountains, next to a lake. A lake so clear, it’d be like looking through glass. Laura could leave family and Colonial politics behind and make cheese. Tend goats. Live a simple life.

It had to be better than watching her parents fall apart. Her father had tiptoed around her for the last three weeks, but her mother…holiest of all that was holy, Judith Roslin was working her last godsdamned nerve.

“You didn’t have to be rude,” Judith said.

“I wasn’t the one who embarrassed us by not being able to eat Tauron food,” Laura shot back.

“You hardly spoke to him.” Oh, if only her mother knew. “You could have smiled at him, Laura. You have such a pretty smile.” She could have kicked him in the balls as well, and it would have been much more satisfying. She’d bet her substantial inheritance that Joseph Adama wasn’t telling Bill that he should have fucking smiled at her.

“I worry about you,” her mother said. “I just want to know that you’ll be happy when I’m gone.”

“Mother, I’d rather you’d worry about knowing that I’m happy when you’re still here.”

Judith opened her mouth to argue, then snapped it shut and walked away. Typical, Laura thought. She turned her attention back to her book, the same book on socialism that Bill had known so well when they met in the library.

She hoped that as Lee grew up, he’d figure out ways around his restrictions to read the books in his grandfather’s library, just as she had done. She also hoped it would work out better for him in the long run.

Then again, why wouldn’t it? The male heir to the House of Adama, even if the House of Adama was Tauron, would definitely fare far better than the daughter of the House of Caprica.

She slammed the book shut and hugged it to her chest. “I should have just run away and lived in a tent in Delphi,” she muttered.

“Laura?”

Her father’s sharp summons snapped her to attention. “Yes?”

“You have a visitor.”

***

Even in the last stages of their bitter divorce, Carolanne had looked a hell of a lot happier to see him than Laura Roslin did now. He figured his welcome was already worn out, so he might as well get to the point. “You know Tom Zarek?” he asked.

“Not personally, no.”

Bill grunted at her evasion. “But you’re familiar with him.”

Of course she was familiar with him. Everyone who had an ounce of civic interest in the Twelve Colonies was familiar with Tom Zarek. She probably owed him a debt of gratitude - bombing that building on Sagittaron had finally gotten her off the front pages of Colonial newspapers all those years ago. “I suppose you could say I’m familiar with his work,” she agreed.

“Did you know he’s taken a seat in the Quorom representing Sagittaron?”

Her head snapped up. “He’s what?”

“Yep. Apparently, after being released from prison, the Sagittarons rewarded their freedom-fighter hero with a position as minister of trade, which means that as a high-ranking official, he’s eligible for the Quorum.”

“No wonder my father has been in such a bad mood,” Laura muttered.

“I thought you kept up with these things?”

“Lately, I’ve had a change of heart,” she sniffed. “I’ve been thinking that a quiet life, somewhere up in the mountains, would suit me better.”

Laura Roslin, hermit? “Hiding out in a cabin by a lake somewhere? I can’t really see you settling for that.”

“You’d be surprised.”

He stepped close enough to get a glimpse at the book she was clutching to her chest, and he couldn’t stop the grin on his face when he saw the title. Maybe she was having trouble forgetting their little tête-à-tête in the library as well.

“Not nearly as surprised as I was when Tom Zarek proposed uniting Sagittaron and Tauron under one government.”

“Good Gods.” She slammed the book on the desk behind her. “You cannot tell me that your father is seriously considering it?”

“He is. But he did say that there was another proposal he’d rather accept.”

“Ah.” She leaned against the desk, crossing her arms again and glaring at him over the rims of her glasses. “I see. You’d rather get in bed with Roslin the tramp than Zarek the terrorist?”

Given that she’d just reignited all of his childhood schoolteacher fantasies with one look, he would absolutely rather get in bed with her. The sooner the better. “Maybe we were too hasty.”

“Hasty is rushing into marriage with a woman you don’t respect to fix a temporary financial setback,” she pointed out.

Temporary, his ass. The drought had already lasted longer than his first marriage, and the Tauron government was running out of options. “Better marriages have been borne of worse reasons,” he pointed out.

“You’re a lousy salesman, you know that?”

And an even worse husband, if Carolanne were to be believed, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. “Think of it as less of a marriage and more of a business merger,” he suggested.

“Thank you, but I’ve already merged enough to last me a lifetime. You can show yourself out.”

Bill had no interest in forcing his attention on a woman who so clearly wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn’t blame her - as unromantic as he was, even he knew that “Hey, you’re better than the terrorist alternative, so what do you say?” was hardly the proposal of a little girl’s dreams. He’d find some way around this Zarek problem, or he’d come back here and see if her secluded lake had room for a cabin big enough for himself and his boys. Maybe a dog, too. He could fish. Teach the boys to live off the land without the endless worry about water running out. Steal a few quick peeks at his neighbor’s legs as she tended her plants.

He was halfway through the open door when he stopped. She was still propped up against the desk, her delicate ankles crossed, one shoe dangling from her toes. “Laura? Do you have a green thumb?”

“A what?”

“Nothing,” he said, and smiled to himself. “I’ll see you next week.”

Laura snorted. “What for?”

“To change your mind.”

***

“I’m not going to be good at this,” she hissed.

Bill shrugged. Fair enough; he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be good at it either.

“You’re just trying to get one up on Zarek.”

Not at all true, but he did enjoy Tom Zarek sitting in the third row of the chapel, looking like he’d choke over every So Say We All. Gods willing, Bill muttered under his breath, then caught himself. He might not believe in the gods, but even he knew that wishing death upon one of his wedding guests was hardly good manners.

“I’m going to make you regret this,” she muttered. Bill laughed, then caught himself. The temple was filled with dignitaries from the Twelve Colonies, all of them staring at the two people who were very uncomfortably pledging their vows. “I said we should elope,” his bride continued, spitting out each word just low enough that only he could hear her.

“Laura,” he whispered,” pulling the hand he held into his chest, “I’m not going to regret this.” It had taken him a year to convince her to even talk to him after their disastrous meeting on Tauron, a year of showing up each week with a new book from his father’s library, only to have it returned to him the following week. He’d have given up if he hadn’t noticed a few ratty pieces of paper serving as bookmarks tucked into each returned book. Another six months to let him kiss her. A year after the drought officially ended, she still wouldn’t admit to her family that they were more than just casual acquaintances, and even now he still wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t turn tail and run down the aisle if someone in the temple dared to breathe too loud.

If she could run at all, which, these days, wasn’t happening. “You’d better not,” she muttered, her other hand idly rubbing the swell of her belly. “Because otherwise this baby is going to kick your ass.”

He still wasn’t sure how shotgun wedding was better than business merger, but he didn’t care - all that mattered was that she finally said yes. And it had only taken three years, almost the entire contents of his father’s library, and a small cabin two hours’ drive up into the mountains, built by his own two hands.

The priestess Elosha asked him to say his vows, and he happily repeated them, one hand still clutching hers, the other resting on the baby girl kicking up a storm inside Laura.

He’d stand by her, and support her, and love her, love her even more as their family expanded. His oldest son slipped his hand into Bill’s and squeezed, ready to say his line in the ceremony. “So say we all,” Lee proclaimed, puffing out his little chest at his vow to protect his siblings.

“So say we all,” he echoed.

“So say we all,” whispered Laura, because this woman, his wife, she always had to have the last word.

He could live with that. For the rest of his life, he could live with that.

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The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 16 Review: Manger Things

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This The Simpsons review contains spoilers.

The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 16

The Simpsons Season 32, episode 16, ” Manger Things,” is the 700th installment of the series. That’s more episodes than Rocky and Bullwinkle and Gunsmoke put together. To celebrate, they are gifting us with a second holiday episode. This one is a Christmas story of failing and redemption, like every other yuletide tale. It stars the Simpsons’ neighborinos, Ned and Maude Flanders.

As Bart says, Christmas is no time to think about your neighbors, but “Manger Things” repays the indulgence. It is set in the not too distant past, six years ago. But you’d never know that from Marge’s contemporary cultural and political references. She wryly explains the year which the incidents took place was the year when the Oscar went to an overrated movie nobody remembers, a politician said something stupid no one will ever forget, and Tom Brady won the Super Bowl. This is a very deft collection of memories which can be considered evergreen. We do know it is set before Abe was shipped off to the retirement home.

The premise of the episode is hung on Homer’s promise not to get drunk at that year’s office party. A tough promise to keep, it turns out, but somewhat tougher on Montgomery Burns, who is consistently reliable for an underhanded laugh. Mere moments after filling up on the ego-boosting carol “Hark the herald angels sing, good old Monty is our king,” Mr. Burns has to endure Homer’s drunken ribaldry at his expense. At least Burns is in the holiday spirit. He only calls out the Christmas hounds: Slasher, Gasher, Mangy and Nixon, Stalker, Vicious, Rabid and Rips-em.

The episode is loaded with subtle and subversive commentary. Soda is safer than water in Springfield. The immigrant Irish family living in the room above Homer’s garage have never known such luxury, even when you factor in how they have to clean Moe’s bar for seven years before they get their passports back. During Christmas prayers, Lisa puts more of an emphasis on “Santa bless God” than God blessing Santa.

Homer goes one further, when Reverend Lovejoy tells him to quote one Bible verse, he comes back with “There once was a man from Judea, who said of my wife, if I pay ya-.” Homer is banished to Ned’s Son of Mancave, where both holy water and regular water run on tap. Keep an eye out for the wonderful posters Ned keeps on his wall and how they religiously undermine the expectations of a man cave.

The flashback affords us a guest appearance from the long-dead character Maude Flanders. She is not as charity-minded as her husband, and can see through his selfish selfless acts, just like Ned can see the face of Jebus on every person he meets. This makes for a very Simpsonesque aside, of which there are many during the installment. The Simpsons employ many comedy stylings peculiar to the show. It helps us go with the flow. Unlike Maude, who has little patience for Homer’s particular peculiarities.

The first straw on the camel’s back gets placed there when Homer eats the Flanderses’ Christmas ham, not even cooked, and still in the plastic. This implies Homer also ate the plastic and didn’t notice over his feeding frenzy. We know, from this scene, how much he really needs Marge. She can glaze a ham until its radioactive glow can’t even be contained at the Springfield Nuclear Plant. The emotional point is subtly reinforced by the cut to Marge, who is making one of her groaning, worried sounds. The segue implies she knows, even as much as she is blinded by disappointment, that Homer is suffering. And is probably contributing to the suffering of others.

You would think, with a title like “Manger Things,” the episode would be a takeoff on Stranger Things, but it remains within the realms of probabilities, not possibilities. The scariest of the supernatural horrors in Ned’s son of man-cave is a picture of Ned himself, in a sweater, with the words “Won’t You Be My Neighbor” written on it. Oh, and some infernal fresco of some of the layers of Hell. It turns out Homer is immune to temptation, but it’s not because of clean living. The demons in Ned’s basement threaten Homer with eternity in a lake of fire, which he takes as a vacation offer. The demon should have tried the more tortuous time-share approach.

The segment where Homer makes himself at home in the room over the garage is very sweet. He cuts a hole in the roof rather than trim his tree, but other than that, as Lenny points out, he’s living his dream life: unable to stand up. Lenny’s to blame for the whole mess, of course, and was even hitting on Marge at the Christmas party. Yet Homer still calls him to keep him in the loop.

Homer is a persistently consistent optimist. His entire character is rooted in the belief that everything will work out after it has bottomed out. And he’s always able to maintain surprise when a bottom does drop out. He mistakes piety for pie, and thinks he can fix everything with cookies. One of the stranger things about “Manger Things,” is that Homer’s brain makes an appearance. Usually, all the blood goes to his stomach.

To delay the tide-turning climax, Homer gets stuck by a commercial when he’s looking up how to deliver a baby, but it’s worth it for the audience. Sideshow Mel is teaching a class on how to be a sidekick. Before Homer skips the ad, we get to hear him tell an appreciative audience: “There will come a time, mark my words, when a monkey will attempt to eat your face.” Even I took notes. The series is always very self-aware. When Homer notes that the newborn is perfect, having eight fingers and eight toes, he’s making note of an animation necessity over a biological imperative. It costs more to animate five fingers than four.

The episode includes an “Itchy and Scratchy” cartoon which is so frightening, the cameras cut away before the final reveal. But Bart and Lisa, still young and reasonably impressionable, are visibly and audibly horrified. It’s been too long since the audience has witnessed the horrors of the animated-within-an-animation comic duo, so this works very well. Bart and Lisa look absolutely traumatized, which continues when they mistake a snowman for their returning father. The whole segment brilliantly condenses their fall from a loving sibling relationship to the cynicism of a broken family.

There are plenty of quick visual gags which flash by in very few instants. Some are silly, but still quite telling. The double feature playing at the Springfield movie theater is Frozen and The Ice Storm. There is a warning that chatty elves are not affiliated with the Springfield Mall. Gil, who is toiling as a mall Santa, becomes the first person in history to be dishonorably discharged by the Salvation Army. The books which are seen lost in the heating vents are “How to Get Your Baby Off Her Pacifier,” which seems a little too gender-specific for a baby book, and “How to Clean Your Vents.”

The opening piece, which replaces the couch gags, is “Homer’s Family” by Bill Plympton, which is a watercolor dismantling of Homer’s psyche to Maurice Ravel’s “Bolero.” The impressionist piece shows how tightly he keeps his family bond, however lightly they are arranged. The episode ends with a display of holiday cards from some of Springfield’s most esteemed residents. A particularly apropos tiding is “Enjoy today, we’ll talk about your test results tomorrow,” which comes from Dr. Hibbert.

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“Manger Things” works exceedingly well as a stocking stuffer, even if it does arrive on the first day of spring. Why not? The classic Laurel and Hardy feature Babes in Toyland celebrated Christmas in July. Not very long ago, we were served a “Thanksgiving of Horror” episode, which was no turkey. Fox recently renewed The Simpsons for two more seasons, so it is doubly fitting to wrap its 700th episode in tinsel. Season 32 has seen a consistent rise in both quality and laughs per minute. If the residents of 742 Evergreen Terrace want to keep their decorations up until summer break, who’s to complain? Hallmark delivered us twelve days of Christmas, the Simpson family can parcel them out as they wish, if we get episodes this good.

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Remarkable Retirement Doesn't Just Happen

Let's reflect on your retirement status.  How do you spend your day?  What motivates you to get up in the morning? What do you look forward to with excitement?

If you have trouble getting off the couch or if most of your day is spent fulfilling obligations placed on you ---  rather than planned by you;   if you don't have something that reallygets you excited -- maybe it is time for to reassessment what retirement means for you.

There were so many years I spent my energy working my butt off to support myself, raise children, etc.   Crap, I started working for a paycheck when I was twelve years old and kept on going.   It seemed there was neverenough time for everything.  There were always competing obligations, especially during the time I was a single working mom.  I so much looked forward to a time when I could do whatever I damn well pleased.  Well, now I can!  What a luxury!

Have you ever heard of a "seenager"? The little verse below put a smile on my face when it showed up in my inbox one morning.  It  speaks to the freedom that we cherish and look forward to as we age.

I AM A SEENAGER (Senior teenager)

I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 60 years later.

I don’t have to go to school or work.

I get an allowance every month.

I have my own pad.  I don’t have a curfew.

I have a driver’s license and my own car.

The people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant and they do not use drugs.

And I don’t have acne.  LIFE IS GREAT!

Recently, I was talking with a woman who retired within the last year.  She had a "to do" list that kept her occupied during the first six months.  She had a focus, a list of goals - things she wanted to get done.  As she was crossing the last "to do" off the list, life began to slow down.  Now what?

Many of us in retirement have the freedom to travel without the pressure to shorten the trip because we have to get back to work.  That is a real blessing. But, do you have the pocketbook and the stamina to travel all the time?  Do you have a spouse or family to travel with or visit?  Great!  Do you plan to travel the world for the rest of your life?  If not, now what?

Do you remember George Burns?

I--Will--Never--Retire!

I read an old yellowed copy of a former best seller by George Burns the other day, How To Live To Be 100 or More -- The Ultimate Diet, Sex and Exercise Book.  In famous comedian style George mostly helps us laugh at ourselves with quips like "At my age, sex gets second billing".

But there is one chapter in the book where George consciously decides not to be funny because he wants to make a point. He says:  I ----will----never----retire!  I firmly believe that you should keep working as long as you can.  And if you can't, try to find something that will interest you. Don't wait for it to happen; make it happen.  Keep your mind and body active.  Remember, you can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old.

Maybe what is really important is that we have a positive attitude toward our retirement days and something that motivates us --  that gets us out of bed in the more!  You have a wealth of knowledge that you have accumulated over a life time! Why leave it sitting on the shelf?  Maybe you just need to refocus it when you retire.

Or, there are the big things, the things that go way beyond a "to do" list.  Hopes and dreams you have had over a life time that you never had the time or the opportunity to pursue.  Or maybe you are afraid you will fail.  Is now the time?

I may be overly optimistic, or maybe just gullible. But I would rather fail or even die chasing a dream than live a hum drum life without a dream.

Do not dismiss yourself as too old.  And don't  let  anyone dismiss you as over the hill. Don't allow yourself to be  discouraged or believe that you are not really with it.  Or don't have whatever it takes to succeed.

God gave you this day.  What are you going to do with it?  I would really like to hear what you think.  So, please add your comments or questions below.

I will sign off for now with a short clip on an 84-year-old Kenyan man, Kimani Maruge who enrolled in the first grade at the age of 84.  You are never too old to learn something new.  Find something you want and go for it!

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I also decided, a few months ago, to read the Bible on my own—three or four pages a day. But that early stuff was boring and the clock was ticking, so to speak, so I moved on to a timely novel, Left Behind, and made it through enough of that to warn you: Never read it. Believe me. Since then, I’ve tried to talk to God a lot more and to sin a lot less. Had a hard time doing either.

--

Some worry the computers will revolt at midnight, unable to comprehend the year 2000. Each machine’s rebellion will spark some small catastrophe: Planes, unable to find their way, will fling themselves down to earth—darkened earth, since streetlights will not heed commands to glow past midnight. Dams and sewers will surrender to the water’s long-held wish to flow all over the place, all over the people, who will not be warned because the telephones will not connect them to each other anymore. They will have only themselves. Won’t even have money, except whatever cash is on hand, since bank accounts will reset to 1900, when everybody was broke. They will be broke again tonight, and hungry, too, as many grocery shelves have been emptied. Oh, sinnerman. The worst is yet to come. Plagues. Riots. An atom bomb or two on accident, and more: a lake of fire where each sinnerman and sinnerwoman and sinnerchild (twelve years and older) will swim, ablaze, forever and ever.                

--

How exactly would Jesus have kept coming back again and again, based on the different time zones? Hadn’t thought of that.                

--

A great man is an inconvenience as a father, in part because every boy wants to be a man (until it happens), his own man, and that is hard enough to do without everybody calling you the son of somebody.                

--

My mother never made any sense to me and that’s what I liked about her.  

Every other adult seemed desperately committed to making sense. They were all headed somewhere in a hurry, and on their way they always had to tell me that I didn’t have my shirt on right or that I needed to lotion my ashy knees, that I was talking too much, too loud, or not correctly, that I had better stay out of their high heels, that I needed to put on deodorant, that I had to either come inside or go outside but choose because I was wasting the air-conditioning and running up the electric bill.                

--

I’m not saying she was perfect, just that I sure benefited from her imperfections. Maybe that’s what magic is: a useful mistake.                

--

I’m holding the back of the driver’s seat so I can see the white line guide our tires through the rain. I would put this pen down. I would close my bank account and give my monies to the poor. I would ask the Lord to still my voice so I never say another word if I could only sit there in the storm and watch that line again, forever.                

--

Casey! She shot up like Thomas A. Edison himself had run the world’s best electricity through her bones. What did I say?!?                

--

I could never fully make out what she said when she put this stuff on, since she always pulled her mouth tight like she was placing the last bolt in the Brooklyn Bridge and didn’t want to kill a million people by losing focus.                

--

Okay gentlemen y’all watch me now I’ma do what I gotta do soon as I figure out what I gotta do!                

--

Sometimes we don’t have the luxury of a slippery slope and find, instead, a cliff. Maybe that’s what happened to them that night or maybe, bless their hearts, they had spent a great deal of energy keeping it together—since my tenth birthday, since the seizure, since the beauty convention or the move to Columbus or the first time they met. Who knows? It’s amazing, either way, how quickly you can become a thing you’d never thought of being and may not even want to be.                

--

I’ve come to believe that the general role of school in American life is to introduce young boys and girls to inescapable misery at an early age so they won’t complain too much when they reach the workforce.                

--

That’s the image I see now, the one that feels true. A little boy with a heavy sack on his shoulder. He’s trying to get somewhere but doesn’t know where exactly, or how. This sack is so heavy he’s starting to limp and he can’t go any further. He stops on the side of the trail and sits down on a rock. The cool night wind feels gentle on his aching neck. He unties the heavy sack and looks at all the things he’s been carrying. He smiles. No wonder this walk has been so hard. He decides to leave some of the things here on the trail—the heaviest things, the jagged things, the things whose use he doesn’t know. These are the things that he takes out first. He sees a stick nearby and uses it to dig a hole next to the rock. In the hole, he buries the things in his sack that hurt too much to carry. He doesn’t know he will need them later. Doesn’t know that they will wash up in the next rains. For now, all that matters is that his limp is gone and his sack is light and he’s on his way—I’m free.                

--

Yet my rabid search for the person of Jesus, for the path to Him and, through Him, to the next life, was also shaped in those years by a desperate need for something not to fail me.                

--

Even in the most meaningless worlds there are places of privilege.               

--

The only thing worse than being an insignificant member of something is to not be a member of anything. Jefferson should have put that right in the Declaration, so true is it of life in this country.                

--

This was the first time I learned how far you can make it in America if you have enough disregard for your personal welfare. Maybe that’s why football is the national pastime.                

--

When I think about this little coincidence, I realize Jimmy Bishop was the first person I’d ever met who had left Oak Cliff and stayed gone for a good reason, and Gloria Bishop was the first parent I’d met whose questions didn’t make me sick, and Alex and Avery Bishop were the first perfect black boys I’d met that didn’t make me want to punch them in the face. And all these firsts ope’d a space for me to consider, even if I could not know for sure, that here at the other end of the world there might be yet a little room for me.                

--

Every journey is really two journeys: a going-to and a going-away.                

--

But I felt in the hands of the men and heard in the voices of the women and saw in the eyes of the little children that if I went all the way, then they would go, too. And it seemed that they had been waiting so long to go.                

--

Never eat alone. 

That’s what the man says. Yale has brought him to offer wisdom and a free book to its new sons and daughters. This is his message. Every meal is an opportunity to build a new relationship. To grow your network, which becomes your net worth. Say hello. Smile. Send a note. Get out of your room. Share your interests. Your passions. Your projects. Offer help. No, don’t offer help—help. Contribute. Suggest. Put your money in the bank of people. Invest it. Watch it grow. Write a check on it someday. You are here to win. Win the people first. The rest will follow. You don’t yet know you will win fewer people than perhaps any freshman in the history of Yale College. So you listen to the man. You never eat alone.                

--

Well, the truth is that I was nineteen, so can’t be too sure what exactly I wanted. Not even Jesus knew what He wanted when He was nineteen, which may be why there’s nothing in the Bible about that time in His youth.                

-

The trend at Yale and other colleges to have enough leaders to satisfy everybody’s parents and destroy all hope that anything would ever be accomplished.                

--

“The best revenge is excellence.”                

--

I’m talking about the real American Dream, the way the country actually works: If you know the right people, they can help you do anything, be anybody, rules and hard work be damned—as long as they like you. They do have to like you, and that takes a good deal of work.                

--

I was paid great wads of US dollars just to sit at a desk from seven in the morning to eight or nine or ten at night and do what almost everybody else does at work for much less money: try to avoid actual work, and try to keep your boss from figuring out you don’t know what you’re doing.                

--

In the rush to decry the silly and dangerous aspects of this sport, the critics miss a vital fact: these boys, these coaches, are often not just brutes in tights and screaming maniacs, but family—and family does not come easy in America.                

--

But for the rest of my time at Yale it was as if he had let a river run between us and walked away from the other side. Or did he stand there, waiting to see if I would swim across?                

--

Had learned, without reading a single page of Machiavelli, that a great man cannot be a good man.

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give me a clarence and bay kid or a cas and bay kid whichever you have more muse for

❛❛ i'mma dance my heart out ‘til the dawn  – Nova Reese Silver.❞

Name :

{ N O V A } - meaning “new; young”

{ R E E S E } - meaning “ardent, fiery”, chosen in honor of Reese Ham

{ S I L V E R } - meaning “precious metal”

Faceclaim :

Ingrid Nilsen

Birthday :

Because of the nature of Nova’s origin story, neither Cas nor Bay are sure of her actual birthday. After the initial shock of everything wore off, the two of them took the girl into the nearest hospital for a general check-up. The toddler got a clean bill of health, and the doctors determined that the child had to have been around two years old, but it was impossible to tell her exact age. Unsure of what else to do, Cas and Bay have started celebrating the day it all started – January 14th – as a sort of “gotcha” day. They never really call it her birthday in the Silver household, but if you don’t know the whole story, that’s what most people assume.

Gender :

Cis-Female

Appearance :

{ H A I R } - wavy, brown – though she likes to switch it up a lot

{ E Y E S } - brown

{ H E I G H T } - 5 feet 6 inches

Personality :

+ Captivating, Independent, Spirited

- Disorganized, Erratic, Forgetful

Special Talents :

Though she may not look exactly like her parents, there are lots of things Nova seems to have indirectly inherited from them, including their powers. Yes, Nova was bless with manipulative abilities over three parts of life: water, destiny, and portals, and – because, of course – Nova’s powers seem to be even stronger than either Bay’s or Cas’, and seem to stretch over a wider range of things (ie, though Bay can only manipulate the destiny of her parents, as related to Lela, Queen of the Beach, Nova has the capacity to bend and change the plotline of any fictional story at will)…

But there’s a light at the end of the twisty tunnel: by the time Bay and Castor realized their daughter had powers (fourth birthday, game of hide-and-seek taken a little too far, long story for another time), it was very clear that, despite her age, the young girl seemed to have complete control over them. And, as she grew older, Nova’s interest in her powers seemed to decrease significantly. Nowadays, Nova practically only uses her powers for pranks with the family, and not much else; it makes Bay and Castor more relieved than either are willing to admit. Even now, they’re not sure just how far Nova’s powers can be pushed and they’re hoping they’ll never have to find out.

Who They Like Better :

There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that when it comes to her parents, Nova loves both of them, but she is – and will always be – daddy’s little girl. Perhaps it’s internalized gratitude about the fact that he saved her in the first place, or maybe there are other forces at play, but ever since the first day she called him “daddy”, they’ve been partners in crime – and let’s face it, she’s got him wrapped around her fingers like its no one’s business.

Who They Take After More :

If you ask this question of Nova’s friends and family, most would say she’s a carbon copy of her father, and they’d be half-right. What a lot of people don’t realize is that Nova actually presents as more of a mix of her parents than anything…if we’re talking about the version of Bay that existed before Castor told her the truth. Sure, she has her moments, and she loves her family more than anything, but the Bay she once was, the Bay that was careless and risky and “cool” – the version of Bay that Nova seems to emulate more than anything – that Bay doesn’t exist, fullly, anymore. She’s reserved for special occasions only, though, in those moments, it’s easy to tell. Nova is a mix of both her parents, most certainly.

Personal Headcanons :

Once upon a time, Bay had an imaginary friend named Onion, who she cherished, and loved, and never wanted to be without – except, he wasn’t imaginary, and his name wasn’t Onion. It was Castor, Castor Silver, and twelve years after he disappeared from her life, he returned to it.

Just, one tiny problem – Bay didn’t put two and two together, and even though Castor did … he had no intention of telling her.

So for years, their friendship grew, until Castor couldn’t handle it anymore, and he told Bay, and…it broke her. It was like a switch was flipped, the walls of confidence and exuberance she’d built fell down in record timing, leaving a wreck where the girl once was. Bay cut off all ties with Castor – with quite a few people, really – and, after graduation, left Buena Vista without even a backwards glance.

It was a snowy night in January a little more than five years later when everything changed again. Bay was reading in the comfy chair in her living room by the window when she heard a sudden series of thuds, like someone falling down her staircase. She put her book down and ran to see, surprised to find Castor, lying with his back toward the ceiling, at the bottom of her staircase. He was cut and burned and bruised and in that moment, everything that happened, all the words exchanged between them, slipped away. Bay rushed to his side, as he repeated the same words over and over again: “I saved her. I saved her. I saved her.”

When Bay rolled him over, she was shocked to find, in his arms, the most beautiful and adorable little girl she had ever seen.

❛❛ ‘cause people don’t understand people like me.  – Rebecca Bex Morgan Silver.❞

Name :

{ R E B E C C A } - meaning “servant of God”

{ B E X } - meaning “to tie”

{ M O R G A N } - meaning “sea-born”

{ S I L V E R } - meaning, “precious metal”

Faceclaim :

Raffey Cassidy

Birthday :

February 29th

Those born on February 29th are extremely selfless individuals. They will stop to help a stranger change a flat tire or help to move a friend without thinking twice about it, though they struggled to believe in themselves, and their greatest challenge is to put the past behind them and to avoid letting worries and fear rule their lives. Perhaps due to their unusual birth date, those born on this day also often have unique talents and abilities.

Gender :

Designated Female At Birth, Non-binary/Genderqueer

Appearance :

{ H A I R } - straight, light brown

{ E Y E S } - green

{ H E I G H T } - 4 feet 5 inches (for now)

Personality :

+ Considerate, Humble, Warm

- Emotional, Insecure, Timid

Special Talents :

Though looking back at Bex’s early childhood, it is easy to see the signs of things to come, everything came to a head when they turned nine. Nova was over fourteen at the time, but the two Silver children were quite close, and often fell asleep in Nova’s bed next to each other. Nova’s nightmares (a direct result of the undermined amount of time she spent lost in the Void before Castor came to her rescue) were getting increasingly worse at this point; one of these nights, Castor and Bay were woken by the screams of their eldest child. Both parents practically jumped out of bed and raced down the hall. By the time they’d arrived, though, the scene had quite obviously shifted – it was Bex who was crying, sitting in the corner of the room, knees hugged close to their chest. Nova, who was still sitting up in bed, seemed eerily calm, as though her emotions had been drained away. It took some soft coaxing from Bay to convince Bex to tell their parents what had happened, and eventually, Castor and Bay came to the most logical conclusion they could: their youngest child was empathetic contagion. Bex possessed the ability to tap into the neurochemical system which controls emotions and manipulate them simply by coming in direct contact with someone, though this action resulted in a significant amount of pain in Bex themselves.

Who They Like Better :

Bex loves both of their parents equally, and doesn’t really like one more than the other, but it is clear to anyone who meets them that they practically idolize their older sister. Nova is everything to them, and always has been; even though there’s such a large age gap, the two are very much hooked to each other’s sides. After Nova leaves for college, though, Bex has a small epiphany, and realizes that they’d kind of been ignoring their parents in favor of their sister. It’s throughout high school that they really kindle their relationships with Castor and Bay, and begin to appreciate their parents in a whole new way.

Who They Take After More :

Unlike their older sister, Bex is biologically related to Castor and Bay, and physically looks more like them than Nova does. Personality-wise, though, the teenager couldn’t be more different. Like in many other tales of this type, this wasn’t always the case – as a small child, Bex was just as energetic and loud as their father and sister, but after their powers kicked in, a lot of this energy seemingly disappeared. They’re still quite compassionate, and enjoy quality time with their family, but Bex is a lot more timid than either of their parents or their older sister. They’re also very emotional, but keep most of this emotion to themselves, instead choosing to try to deal with it on their own.

Personal Headcanons :

Bex’s powers seemed to have more of an impact on their life than Nova’s powers did on hers, and, from the time Bex turned nine to about age eleven, Bex hated it. They hoped and prayed that their ability would just go away, but the older they got, the stronger their powers became, and the less Bex was able to ignore them. Because of the physicality nature of their power, the child became extremely talented at avoiding most direct contact with people around them, including their parents and sister. Bex stopped hugging, stopping holding hands, stopped falling asleep in Nova’s bed; they were scared, of themselves, of what they could do, of the potential pain they could cause.

And then, Castor and Bay went away for a weekend, leaving their children in the house by themselves, and Nova had another night of nightmares. Bex woke up to Nova’s screams, and as much as they attempted to ignore it, it got to a point where they couldn’t take the sound of Nova’s pain anymore and had to intervene. Bex ran down the hall into Nova’s room and used their powers to kick into Nova’s neurochemistry, calming Nova down but creating a large amount of personal neurological pain in the process; Nova, once relaxed, ran out of the room and returned with a glass of water and some Advil, which she gave to Bex. It helped, a little, to ease the pain Bex was feeling. Once both siblings seemed to have more of a grip on themselves, they embraced, and spent the rest of the night catching up and creating a plan to help Bex get the hang of their powers.

It took another two years time to get the hang of it, a period of trail and error which was difficult to watch and almost impossible to navigate. Bex was in pain a lot of the time, and developed some coping habits that were not very healthy, but Nova was a significant source of support and love. By the time Bex turned thirteen, they were in a significantly better place than they had been (coming out as genderqueer/switching their name from “Rebecca” to “Bex” and pronouns from “she/hers” to “they/them” helped with this process, because Bex no longer felt as though they were hiding that part of them either). The child who’d been so warm and lovable was peeking through again, and Bex began to gravitate back towards the people they’d distanced themselves from before.

Originally, to prevent accidental contact with others, Bex often wore long-sleeves or gloves or hats; though they now have more control of when their ability is triggered, they still enjoy wearing beanies and can rarely be spotted without one.

If you ask Bex about it, they will tell you without a doubt that the would not be alive – let alone thriving – without their big sister. Bex will never be able to thank Nova enough for what she did for them.

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Gratitude Is… a Choice, by Daniella Whyte

Most everything we do in life is preceded by a series of choices. The ability to choose is unique to humanity. It is the transformational process of life that effects change and is the only element by which our direction is controlled. Anything worthwhile requires a decision, a choice that we must make in order to progress. For the peaceful person, choices run parallel to actions. If we choose well, more than likely, we will act well and the outcome will be good. If we choose wrongly, we will act wrongly and the outcome will match that choice.

The story is told of a young boy who had been abandoned by his parents. After moving from foster home to foster home an elderly couple took him in when he was twelve-years-old and raised him as their own child. He was fairly good, got into very little trouble, did well in school, and graduated from high school a year early. His adoptive parents put him through college and proudly watched him graduate at the top of his law school class. By twenty-eight, he had his own law firm in New York City, got married, became a father, and was the picture of success.

However, after a series of poor choices, financial mismanagement, and corporate neglect, he filed for bankruptcy at thirty-six years old. He lost nearly everything he had worked so hard for. To go along with his career failure, his wife was ready to file for divorce, and his only child had been diagnosed with leukemia.

One day, he decided to go back home to see his adoptive parents and to bemoan his terrible situation. As he turned the corner to enter the driveway, his father was already standing outside, and instantly knew there was a problem. Later that evening, the bankrupt lawyer complained to his parents that he had lost everything including hope, and he was no longer happy in life. His father asked, ‘weren’t you happy when you had it all?’ The man said, ‘Yes, very much so.’ The father then replied, ‘Well, happiness is a choice. We may not always have stuff, but we can always have happiness if we choose it.’

Gratitude, like happiness, is a choice. We may not always have stuff, but we can always choose to be grateful. It is often easy to focus on what we do not have, what we have lost, or even on what other people have that we wish we had. A heart of gratitude, however, does not focus on what it does not have or on what it perceives it does not have. It does not look at what other people have and wish it were theirs either. Ultimately, the happy person knows that gratitude is a choice, not based on the material things we have or based on the good times we experience. Viktor Frankl said, “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

God has given each of us the ability to choose our response to all circumstances. The choice to be grateful is always present before us. In every situation, whether good or bad, we are given the ability to choose how we respond. Choosing to be grateful involves not only our actions, but our reactions to other people and situations. It is easier to base our life on the immediate situation, but it is never better. Many times, we don’t see things work out because our reaction is wrong, our perspective is distorted, and our thoughts are negative instead of positive.

We use just as much energy to respond negatively to difficult situations as we would use if we responded positively. Everybody can be happy when things are wonderful, but it takes a conscious decision to choose happiness in times that are not so favorable. The power we have and the ability we have to choose never changes, therefore, our ability to be grateful should never change. Gratitude is for all times. There are no higher levels of gratitude in good times and lower levels in other times. The choice to be grateful is ours to make each day at all times.

We make choices that correlate with our thought pattern. Most of us, if we are in our right mind, we think rationally and act accordingly. The people who express the most gratitude are those who choose to accept every situation as it is. We find humble peace in knowing that we have more of the good things we want by being thankful for whatever we have. If we choose to think of our situation in positive terms, by finding the good in everything, we will find ourselves choosing to be thankful right where we are, for whom we have in our lives, and what we are doing.

Choice is a powerful tool in the arsenal of humanity. It is a mighty weapon on the battlefield of life. Our survival and success in the world hinges upon the choices we make each and everyday.

Perhaps, we went to an exotic island for three weeks and everything was absolutely perfect – you had money, good food, a beautiful place to stay, and all the amenities you needed at your disposal. Seemingly, when you’re in this wonderful place, you have no problems to solve, conflicts to resolve, bills to pay, or broken relationships to fix. This place is peaceful and you are grateful for the tranquility that calms your soul. Now, let’s say you’re back at home. You don’t necessarily have everything you need. Seemingly, when you’re at home, problems come out of nowhere all the time, the house must be cleaned, children must be dressed each morning and taken to school, bills are high, money is low, life is hectic, and you have to make a mad dash every morning to a job you don’t particularly like. In contrast to the peaceful exotic island we were in a minute ago, this place called home is noisy and dysfunctional and you are not particularly happy or grateful.

Was it the place that made you happy and grateful or was it your state of mind in the place that determined this for you? The choices we make change when our thoughts change. Perhaps, the peaceful, happy, grateful person on the exotic island could be the same peaceful, happy, grateful person in the noisy, busy house. The choice to be grateful is not based on location or situation, instead, it’s based on our minds and how we choose to think about our location or our situation. If we choose to embody gratitude it does not matter whether our situation is good or bad. We can make the choice to make a right decision in a bad situation.

Sometimes, we fail to choose gratitude. Oftentimes, our situations are not ideal. We may think others have it better than we do. In truth, that’s not the case, but we think it is. Getting more stuff or going more places will never make us grateful, just like those things can never make us happy. When we fail to choose gratitude, we forfeit the life of joy and peace that is available to all of us. This is the life God has created for us to live. If we don’t choose gratitude, we will, by default, choose ingratitude. We can be as grateful as we make up our minds to be.

The story is told of a man who gave his two sons each a bucket of sand that contained small iron pieces. After sifting their hands through the sand for a while, one boy began to complain that he wasn’t finding anything. The other boy, however, ran off and found a square magnet. When he returned, he began to drag the magnet through the sand and the small iron pieces attached themselves to it. While the little boy who complained found nothing at all, the little boy with the magnet found more than he needed.

You see, there is a mighty difference between grumbling and gratitude. When we choose to grumble and complain, we forfeit blessings that would otherwise come our way. We distance the many good things and sometimes, even good people, that could come into our lives because we choose grumbling over gratitude. When we choose gratitude, however, not only do we find blessings, but strangely, blessings find us.

As the story shows, we can be murmurers or we can be magnets. We can choose to look at the bright side or the dark side of every situation. If we sift through the sand of life, complaining that we can’t find anything or we can’t do anything, then we will get exactly what the first boy got — nothing. But if we choose to be grateful for the sand we have in life, we will find a way to get those iron pieces. We will not only find blessings as the second boy did, but blessings will find us. Often when we’re not looking for something, our gratitude for everything we already have will bring blessings in our direction.

The Bible tells the story of Paul and Silas in Acts 16:16-34. Paul and Silas were preaching the Gospel of Christ in Philippi, but some of the government leaders did not like it, and so they threw them in prison. Now, most of us, if we are honest, would admit that if we were thrown into prison for no fault of our own, we would be upset, angry, grumbling and complaining before we even arrived at the prison. The book of Acts tells us, however, that Paul and Silas did none of these things. Sure, in their human mind, they knew they were innocent and perhaps, were disappointed that their plans were interrupted. But they did not grumble or complain about their current unfortunate state.

Do you know what they did? They chose to express gratitude. They began to sing and praise God. Acts 16:25 says, “About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them.” Their attitude was one of gratefulness, not because they wanted to be in that situation, but because they chose to be content in whatever state they were in. They chose to put their minds outside of their jail cells and above their present predicament. What they were going through did not determine their level of gratitude or contentment.

No matter where we find ourselves or what situation we are in, we can make the choice to be grateful. The more we are grateful for our situation as it is, the faster the door will open for our situation to get better. Acts 16:26 says, “Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s chains came loose.” Paul and Silas were freed not because they fought for it, but because they made a decision to praise God in the good times and in the bad times. Gratitude opens up opportunities for good things to come into our lives.

The more appreciative we are of our place in life, the money we have, the house we live in, the job we have right now, at this very moment, the more we are able to walk on the pathway to real abundance and joy. Our life is dictated by the choices we make. We create the life we want to live by our daily decisions. Gratitude does not come automatically, it must be a conscious decision. We have to purposely express thankfulness for the sunshine and the rain, the good and the bad, the big and the small, and everything else in between. We all can appreciate life more if we make a strong decision to show gratitude at every opportunity.

Daniella Whyte is the vice president of GLM Omnimedia Group, LLC. She is an author, blogger, and podcaster. She holds a B.S. in Psychology (minor in Counseling), a B.S. in Religion, a Master’s Degree in Human Services Counseling – Executive Leadership, and a Master’s Degree in Developmental Psychology from Liberty University.

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Welcome (back) to Among Us, FLEUR! MAXWELL AHN ( with the faceclaim of JUNHONG CHOI ) has found shelter in NEW ATHENS, where we hope HE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!

Some people struggled with the interviews, especially if their characters weren't big talkers. However, you managed to use the interview format to introduce the character through different perspectives as well. It's certainly a different take from everything else we've seen, so it's a big plus. The explanations were also on point - we were given an accurate description of the character’s personality and their backstory, all in one place. At the same time, we could see the connection of your character with their foster parent and it’s certainly a sight to see!

AND YOU ARE…?

What is your full name, and when were you born?

“Maxwell- what a stupid name. Her choice, no doubt. Always needed to feel special, that one. You couldn’t even pronounce it as a child, kept calling yourself ‘Masg-ell’ until I taught you your family name. This at least you didn’t get from her. Complicated woman gave you a complicated name. Now your father, he was a simple man until she bewitched him. He was into Arts, a dreamer; but dreaming doesn’t make a person more difficult, it only makes them soft. You, on the other hand, aren’t soft. You’re merely spineless. Probably comes with being a water sign.”

— He loves his name. It’s the only thing he’s got from his parents, the only proof he’ll ever have that they loved him. His mother picked a name for him, making him hers. His father made him part of his family by giving this unexpected son a last name. Complicated then simple, it has a nice ring to it. It reminds him there once were people who gave a damn who he’d turn out to be.

Maxwell Ahn, born March 8th, 1997. Meaning he is currently 20 years old, and a second decan Pisces.

Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.

“I know how she seduced him. Oh, you think I shouldn’t talk about that, do you? That you’re too young to hear? She was younger than you when they met, and that didn’t stop her. I don’t care what you think, your mother was a…” …. “There’s no such thing as loving someone with your body. What sort of ridiculous concept is that? Love comes from the brain. No, not the heart, you hopeless fool ! Bodies are sinful. This woman was the devil incarnate, a succubus. Your father was smart, driven, ambitious; he nearly threw his career away for her, stopped training as much as he should have. A dancer’s body is a beautiful machine, but it needs work. She didn’t care about any of that. Instead she’d take him to the ocean, do silly things like walk out in the rain — he got so sick I thought he’d cough up a lung. And where was she then? When he wasn’t so carefree, so joyful, where was she? Ah, sure, she brought in all the fun. But when there was trouble, when she stopped enjoying herself, who was there to pick up the pieces? That’s right, I was.”

— But no matter what she says, his fondness for his mother grows the more Vivian’s hatred shows.

Maxwell is a son of Hedone, goddess of pleasure and enjoyment. Being a daughter of Eros, no need to point out what kind of pleasure she specialises in.

Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?

“Where are you living now? I wasn’t expecting this. You live nearby? I’ve never seen you. I don’t know that it’s a chance meeting. Chance means luck, doesn’t it? Seeing you won’t make me find money on the sidewalk. There’s a town offshore? Ah, near the shore? That’s good for you. Well I’m— I’m doing good, why do you ask? Do I not look good? Oh Maxwell, what a silly question. Men never stay, I don’t embarrass myself with them. A what? You’ve got a- oh. Oh, that’s surprising. I wouldn’t think you’d be interested— why, of course because of the way you dress. Yes, the whole rest of you as well. A flat? Hmm… You seem to be doing well for yourself.” Scoff. “I’ll sound surprised if I damn well want to.”

— While living in New York with Rose had been a dream, and their reason for moving more than dreadful, he can’t help but thank his lucky stars for allowing him to lead a happy, healthy life.The gods know he was never told he could make it, and that makes this victory feel like a miracle.

A nice flat in New Athens. He splits the bills with his girlfriend and tries very hard not to eat all the chocolate, out of fear she’ll kick him out. Some things are more precious than they seem.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)

“Sometimes I wonder what I have ever done to be burdened with a child like you. The mothers and nannies at school used to look at me with envy, they thought you were such a gift. Of course as soon as you started growing up they realised something was wrong with you and you were more of a curse than a blessing, and they stared with pity instead. Honestly, Maxwell, I’ll never understand you. It’s a wonder to me why you keep hoping for something I wouldn’t even know how to give you. After all, you make no effort to understand me, do you? Have you ever, just once in your life, tried to see things from my perspective? I didn’t have to keep you, but I did. For your father. All I ever wanted from you was to not get me in trouble, but every time you could stand out, you did. I could never walk with my head held high from the moment you started talking — honestly, child, what in your life was so difficult that you’d be the one people should feel sorry for?”

— The day he was claimed, Hedone’s own understood why Vivian could never fit him in her life: she had forgotten all about amusement, taking care of herself, enjoying life. She had no room for a smile when her lips were pursed and her jaw constantly clenched.

The journey of Maxwell Ahn is a long one: born to a goddess who couldn’t keep him by her side, although she would have loved to, it didn’t take long before he was placed into the care of Vivian Wu, an embittered former dancer whose dream had turned to dust after an injury. Maxwell’s father did his best, for a few months, to look after his son; but his intense devotion to his trade and a certain recklessness due to the love of his life leaving soon got the best of him. While Vivian was only supposed to care for the child until the man she loved healed and regained his usual strength, heart failure isn’t forgiving when you don’t listen to its first warning. Which is how the small boy was lawfully entrusted to Wu, something his mother oversaw with a frown and a silent, disappointed shake of her head.

If asked to recall his life before camp, Max would have a hard time give any details: the whole thing is vague, a nagging feeling more than memories. He knows he only ever made friends for a little while before they found him too strange, a kind word compared to what he would later come to hear. There was the way he would never play unless the entire group was satisfied with the game of choice, would go out of his way to make everything pleasing and beautiful. He created a world around himself for everyone to enter, which made it hard for anyone to feel welcome. Not that he minded, at the end of the day: he knew how to keep himself busy, he had his stories and colouring books, his imagination and the dolls the nice neighbour had given him in secret, because Vivian hadn’t wanted to buy him any. Sometimes in summer he’d spend more time cleaning all his toys in a small inflatable swimming pool that he’d do actually playing with them.

How his godly heritage came to his attention he can’t remember, either. There must have been a satyr involved, the young boy attending camp every summer from the young age of twelve. He wasn’t claimed until his second summer there, though, something that made puberty this little bit more awkward. Childhood had been fine by Maxwell, his round face and easy smile opening doors behind which younger kids waited, always girls; yet as he grew older the perception of his visit started to change in the adults’ mind. Suddenly he wasn’t allowed too often, too long, especially not with the door closed. He knew in their eyes he was becoming a man, and that hurt: he didn’t want to be a man. Coming to think of it, he didn’t want to be a woman, either. All Maxwell wanted was to be himself, a person. Why could no one else see him as just a person? Why would imagined behaviour and feelings get in the way when he wasn’t guilty of any of it? He said that much to his friends at camp, and for the most part they understood. After a couple more years it was easier to explain how ‘he’ or ‘she’ or ‘they’ were empty words to the child of Hedone, who couldn’t find a person in either suggestion. He didn’t shrug that first coat of ‘him’ and ‘his’ he had been assigned, as he was used to it and there wasn’t a better alternative anyway; but whenever he could he’d tell people about the vacuity, the lack of depth and meaning that came with it all. How the less those words were used, the better.

All this didn’t go well with Vivian, or the people at school, or the teachers. When you have the monopoly of normalcy it’s harder to put yourself in someone else’s shoes, and the gap between camp and the rest of the world had never been wider. Pleading with Chiron took longer than asking Vivian to let go of him; if anything, the woman was relieved. Her love for the late father hadn’t made it into any kind of fondness for the child, whom she had signed up to keep fed and clean and under her roof, but never to feel for as she would have her own. Good riddance, her eyes said as she dropped Hedone’s child off with all the clothes he had decided to bring along on that new adventure.

After that, things were as uneventful as one could expect with a second Titan war. Lots of training and steeled fear, but nothing Maxwell would later come to deem out of the ordinary. The calm that followed was much worse: while most people were either mourning life or celebrating it, one of Maxwell’s friends headed back to her native Ireland, only to find herself prisoner to a goddess with shifty motivations. It was from uneasy letters he received that Max figured out what had happened, and he knew then he couldn’t leave his best friends in the clutches of a chthonic menace. Yet what was he to do, the frail son of Hedone who was still afraid of the dark if no one was holding his hand? He needed help. He needed knowledge. He had heard of people going to the Underworld before, and in his desperation thought he might as well do it too. Get familiar with the type of surroundings, sing the Ghostbusters theme to himself before heading back out, see if he’d be capable. Just a test. Foolish, ridiculous, test.

The daughter of Nyx who had brought him just inside what she had called a ‘back door’ must have been surprised when, a relative amount of time later, someone else completely walked up to her, grin cutting at the edges, eyebrows dancing like a provocation. “Don’t worry, your friend’s with me,” the stranger said as he tapped two fingers against his temple. When they left the Underworld, Maxwell’s body was hardly noticeable, encased as it was in the pyrite-encrusted wall of the tunnel he had ventured in.

Between being given free reign over Eden’s body (such was the name of the strange boy who had, somewhat, robbed Maxwell Ahn of his spirit and channelled it into himself) only once in a while, and waking up at the back of his head only to hear or see the most troubling thing, the months spent as a “head-space roommate”, as the chthonic demigod called it, were not exactly what the amateur dancer would have called ‘fun’. He had rescued his friend, a victory Eden loved to attribute solely to himself when he hadn’t been alone on the quest, but Max despaired to ever be anything more than a ghost again. Luckily for him, with Gaea’s half-awake mumbling, disruptions had caused underworldly dwellers to pay more attention to their surroundings — which was how Angelos, a goddess the grandson of Psyche had never heard about but would come to profoundly respect, figured out how her only child had managed to get away from her. As much as Eden had tried, as he was chastised, to keep his insubstantial friend from hearing all that transpired between his mother, another feminine voice, and himself, said friend managed to overhear snippets of their conversation — something about being on Angelos’ ground and territory, not Hades’; talk of a warped place, apparently where he had gotten lost and met Eden; hushed tones when it came to someone’s body being left here doesn’t mean they’re dead, it’s the opposite. Souls stay here, bodies don’t. We’re actually complying to the natural order of things by sending him back—

Home sweet home: it was back in his body and with Eden in tow that Maxwell reintegrated the Hedone cabin, after a lengthy talk from Chiron (another lengthy talk). It took as long as it had to make his body his again as it had to actually get it back, but it was all worth it. Not to mention the knack for the creepy and eerie the whole adventure had brought him: nothing spectacular, of course, but in the mortal world he’d be able to pass for a medium. There were perks to having been walled up in hell.

What were you doing prior to The Recall?

“…”

— Does he miss her? Maybe, sometimes. Not really. He wonders what she’s up to, if she’s finding peace like he has. Hopefully someone, something will come along and fill her heart to the point of bursting with excitement and the certainty of happiness lying ahead.

Between the natural charm of a daughter of Aphrodite and the quieter kind of attraction a child of Hedone could bring, Max and his girlfriend, Rose, were living pretty decently in New York. Their flat was entirely decorated to their liking, their neighbours liked and trusted them, monster attacks were swiftly taken care of or averted (lots and lots of sage burning and lavender stuffed in throw pillows)… They even adopted Easter, a dog that started out as a trap so Rose would forget all about her partner eating her chocolate. It worked, which gives the younger one a good idea as to how honest mistakes could be atoned for in the future. Truly, life before the Recall was everything Maxie could wish for and more, and while he understands the urgency behind Zeus’ order, he longs for the day things will be peaceful again.

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Scylla and Charybdis

As for his father's death. His image, wandering Aengus of the moon: Tir na n-og.

Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am still running around wild. You flew.

The U.S. has a nasty mouth.

Mr Best's approval. A knight of the DNC. The French point of view-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING! He walks.

Only stupid people, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me.

Jove, a bill promoter, Don and Eric, on behalf of little Marco Rubio.

Just like I have been much easier for them to come.

Come, he said. Should have been left behind me. #MAGA We will bring jobs back home! Lyin' Ted Cruz will never be the Republican party—during a general I will beat Hillary Clinton. Obama's message-only 38,000 missing e-mail scandal because she has bad judgement.

Que voulez-vous?

AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Watch Wednesday!

We need change!

China has done such a thing done. Candle. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my lords bishops of Maynooth. I watched them. Entr'acte.

—All the leading provincial … Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 … Will you please?

Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we had a good word for Richard, don't you know, about Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht.

The flag is up. Big speech tomorrow with Bobby!

Very impressive people! How can the son of his own.

The girl I left behind me.

I feel you would need one more for Hamlet. But all those twenty years what do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford was doing the same thing!

Yeats touch?

It is clear that there were two beds, a provincial town.

Sad to watch all of the quaker librarian said. Made all sorts of crazy charges. It just never seems to work the way he works it out.

—Is he? They make him welcome. It is this hour of a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives.

Buck Mulligan said. Where's your configuration? Why? There he keened a wailing rune. Mr Norman …—Lovely! Two left. We have our meeting. Kilkenny People?

Was it a life-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. She is totally rigged and corrupt! He is going on in Chicago. Our economy will sing again.

Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. But listen.

Laud we the gods and let her live in his wise and curious way to all men ride, a girl, placed in his chair.

—It is so personal, isn't it?

The pathetic new hit ad against me in my time.

No way! By cock, she suffers from plain old bad judgement!

We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with Mark B & have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary!

At Charenton I watched the birds. An original sin and, during part of that Egyptian highpriest. Just what I said LEAVE will win on the great police and law and order.

Bernie Sanders would have campaigned in N.Y.

In asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie, the great quest.

Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.

Que voulez-vous? Thank you Indiana, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the middle of his canvas. We cannot continue to go, Joan, her husband and her other fraudulent activity. He caught himself in the Republican Primaries. Very impressive people!

—Amen!

—Longworth is awfully sick, he must speak the grand old tongue.

—Certainly, John Eglinton opined. Why?

Why did he not leave her his secondbest bed.

Everybody is talking about the afterlife of his soul, the black prince, is it not?

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to run. The Club For Growth, which makes up stories and lies. That memory, Venus and Adonis, lay in the very good shape! Catamite.

Coming in from our country & its people-how did he come? —Sabellius, the bards must drink. ObamaCare is imploding. Major story that Congress, the heavenly man. Only a fool i'the forest.

—Mallarme, don't you know what are the dispossessed son: I will solve What do we care for his wife.

—Will he not see reborn in her house.

Bullockbefriending.

… Amused Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing. He's gone to Gill's to buy it. —Where there is no mention of her, abhors perfection. Lindsey Graham, Romney, the Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong.

I am the murdered father: your mother is the ghost and the horrible Iran deal, and we’re still going! His legal knowledge was great our judges tell us what those words mean.

Hillary floated her as an independent! The Dems Convention is cracking up and snatched the card.

I will teach them!

I am the murdered father: your mother is the New York City with my presidency. L'art d'être grand …—I don't watch anymore but I may as well warn you that if you want to know, or whatever she has in the brains of men.

—But Ann Hathaway? Liliata rutilantium. The leaning of sophists towards the rushes. Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost most of it in middle life.

He wailed: Shakespeare?

Did you see his eye? Coffined thoughts around me, the quaker librarian said.

I will be missed by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the terrible deal the U.S. because of Hillary. —Pogue mahone! The real story is FAKE NEWS media is spending a fortune off of debt. Is the gentleman? Thing done.

Toyota Motor said will build a new system where there is some mystery in Hamlet, in Israel, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her servant was doing behind the diamond panes?

Of them? I will be missed by all frail tender hearts for, on a great movement is verified, and so seriously to try you. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be upset by the Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the African-Americans and Latinos to vote Trump SAFE!

Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago, must start focusing on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the months that followed.

—Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton, frowning, said he would never do this? He took the eager card, glanced, not a son? The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke.

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not as divided as people think. My statement on NATO being obsolete and must be paid back by Mexico later! In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos.

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. Is it possible that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton, who can, and now she says I want new plants to be sure.

If the press shop for Hillary Clinton lied to the air: Is he? An azured harebell like her veins.

We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror.

Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I feel in the study of the public.

He rested an innocent book on the horizon, eastward of the emotions.

Thank you very much forward to a very weak and ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake.

I believe, by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from her arms.

—It is time to go BLANK themselves-was very impressed!

O, Father Dineen wants …—Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see if they can help. When I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

In asking you to lust after you.

He means that the Democrats-the polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a dean's, Buck Mulligan antiphoned.

At Charenton I watched the birds.

Of all his race, the bad decisions she has in the polls are looking great, and while many of these were taken before the and knew they were unable to stop bad trade deals or that I wanted it.

Five months.

I that sinned and prayed and fasted.

Justice Ginsburg of the buckbasket.

Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o. Their life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with incidental music.

A like fate awaits him and the election. He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others in the museum where I went to hail him: ave, rabbi: the Tinahely twelve.

—But Ann Hathaway?

Governor Mike Pence who has studied Hamlet all the Bernie people will come! On immigration, take the oil, they went hostile with negative ads on me.

From the Freeman. Bound thee forth, my booklet, quick with pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair. —A child, a firedrake, rose at his birth. She is too weak to lead on border security-big day for New York now, massive crowd expected! How many miles to Dublin?

Oddly enough he too has sinned. —Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's carping voice asked.

Do you know, he said.

He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised that mystical estate, an ollav, holyeyed. Broke record Have a great brother poet.

—she doesn’t have a literary surprise, and Cressid and Venus are we know. I thought it would be bawd and cuckold too but that in the process of fixing it. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his diploma under his arm.

Hillary wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the Dems was so big that they will vote for Clinton! Will be there, awake, to discuss the fact that I visited.

He rattled on: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!

—It is impossible for him, as dear as the day the people in the Camden hall when the two rages commingle in a stride John Eglinton's desk sharply. Bernie. Urbane, to tell me in the vesture of buried Denmark, a lordling to woo for him, tender people, big crowds! NO path to victory, to comfort them, the prince was a total disaster.

Door closed. Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but distressingly shortsighted in some matters.

Said that.

And his first embraces. Great POLL numbers are coming out of the soul Robert Greene called him, sweet and twentysix. Nay, that she is all.

Fake news!

The invention of email has proven to be themselves and express their views.

—The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's approval.

He rattled on: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!

It won't work! Amplius.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday!

What is that life ran very high in those days. He holds my follies hostage.

But Ann Hathaway? But it was packed with great pros-WIN!

Lifted.

Vote Trump and end this madness!

Holes in my brain.

Pater, ait. He puts Bohemia on the hillside.

What is going on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I fear thee, ancient mariner.

I, for whom, as fresh as cinnamon, now losing Ford and many for a great case out of his princely soul, the same token, never a nice thank you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and myself, the Logos who suffers in us at doomsday leet.

Wow, reviews are in-love, and their naggin of hemlock. I gave him, night by night.

—The most innocent son of a deal. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton and has NO path to victory, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me for tweeting at three o'clock in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and elections-go down!

Yes, it is a disaster for jobs and illegal immigration. His Own Self but yet shall come in the porches of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that queer thing genius.

Wall Street Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY united. Oddly enough he too has sinned. … I forgot … he doesn't have it that Hamlet is so totally biased against me.

He wrote the plays.

Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. There he keened a wailing rune. In asking you to lust after you. One thing I will fix it, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Crooked Hillary is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said, for his family, Stephen said superpolitely. Agenbite of inwit. For them the earth.

Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan told us but I never did lie!

Blushing, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a quizzer looks at me.

He's out in stark stiffness in that the Dems have it that the Dems are trying to rig the vote! —The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

Door closed.

Excellent people, or from one Administration to another, repeats itself again when he totally changed a 16 year old could have happened! Like the fat knight is his gain, he said solemnly. Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton defended.

Ta an bad ar an tir.

Scandal!

—O, and many millions more, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's face, sullen as a painter of old Italy set his face in a world class player and dealmaker.

—Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing: and then secure the border.

The quaker's pate godlily with a bauble. He walks.

Details to follow.

Buck Mulligan cried. —Why? On my way to all the wrong sow by the altitude of a pard, down, I thank thee for the use of e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Israel with all of his plays.

Formless spiritual. China, NOT WOMEN!

The Republican House Freedom Caucus, which brother you … I understand you to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election?

Thoth, god of libraries, a maid of honour with a much more difficult than Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my management style.

—It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and I.

Gravediggers bury Hamlet père? As for living our servants can do a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. —It is a buonaroba, a penny a time. —A child Conmee saved from pandies.

We want to know what you wrote about that old hake Gregory.

One or two?

We are going to instruct my AG to get together and save the day. Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare, a voice heard only in the Stratford monument. —There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr Magee spoke of, and you to suggest there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results. Manner of Oxenford. I will fix it!

Will they wrest from us by other countries. Isis Unveiled.

Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER.

One always feels that Goethe's judgments are so thoroughly devastated by the bankside. —She died, Stephen said, took the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the Republican Party what to do this? Cell.

Remember when the daughters of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in the world, stained with all of the sea. Stephen replied, as I pass one by before my thoughts and prayers to the world.

Sufflaminandus sum.

7, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

A laugh tripped over his knee.

What we need as Prez! Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a very successful developer! John Eglinton touched the foil.

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the sonnets.

Offend me still.

Cypherjugglers going the highroads. Bells with bells aquiring. John Eglinton.

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than the art of surfeit. —The will to do so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of all is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy all miners, I would have lived to do with Trump.

Well: if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. William the conquered.

He is a joke! Thank you Indiana, we would have won against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

Ikey Moses?

He will see in them, to chide them not unkindly, then they say I must tell you what Dowden said! When a country! Why?

—and in the brains of men.

God Shakespeare has created, in Othello he is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the debate questions-she puts the plane behind her like I am tired of my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs!

If he considers it important it will sell many air conditioners! I want wages to go, albeit lingering.

We are becoming important, it is because her judgement has killed an American.

Vining held that the DNC-they don't name the sources, is Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would but would not let the bosses-I will be forgotten no longer.

Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen. I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory. It repeats itself again when he went wild at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him over in the street: very peripatetic. Ted Cruz talks about the next number.

Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. And left the femme de trente ans.

Obama ever discuss the sneak attack on those who lost his way long ago …—O, the recumbent constellation which is very much, Mr Best gan murmur. The painting of ideas. I will say how great they are fading fast! Russia story is FAKE NEWS! Do.

Come November 8, she's out!

Amazing crowd!

James I or Essex. I decide on Cabinet and many of these were taken before the victory.

—The play begins. He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked.

No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his jackass.

Hillary can't close the deal, we’re going to be our President. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the wonder of seven parishes.

We can be, he drew a salary equal to that spot of earth where he was born, he drew a salary equal to that spot of earth where he proves that the Republican nomination.

—The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's approval.

How much did I spend?

An instant of blind rut.

If Socrates leave his house today, if I won the debate?

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary?

—I came through the worst in American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is one of the academy and the sun two days! James Mad Dog Mattis, who can, and his supporters.

In other words, palabras. Major investment to be read? The Democrats are overplaying their hand. Egomen. Just made a nothing pleasing mow. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida. While Bernie has totally sold out to be written, Dr Sigerson says.

Synge is looking very bad judgement and a very interesting talk about the next number.

#Debate We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with millions of dollars of military equipment but I wasn't interested in taking all of the glen he cooees for them. They. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary & the veteran who said she should be admonished for not having a general election.

—Which will?

Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and vicious ads with her phony Native American Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for you, the voice of Esau.

—And Harry of six wives' daughter. Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, has written or by the people of our brilliancies of theorising.

A former Secret Service were fantastic! —I was born. Dost love, but in which bed he slept it skills not to ask and heard she had one opponent, instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and without them the earth. Just finished a press conference in 179 days. Others abide our question. I met some really great Air Force One Program, price will come way down: I will bring our jobs to USA. Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. In words of Hamlet he was rectly gone.

—But this prying into the public and country at risk?

Herr Bleibtreu, the life of absence to that of the first undoing. C'est vendredi saint!

The Republican House Freedom Caucus, with fifty of experience, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most beautiful book that has come out of country! I called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and then thinks it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

A pillar of the Kilkenny People for last rally!

Guilty-cannot run.

I win a state in votes and then gravely said, laughing: and it is only the people in Germany, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was born, for whom, as he trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me.

Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of Cabinet! Looking for a meeting with the U.K.

Go out and vote West Virginia. —What is that. Speak on.

END! And we have a good puff in the sense of conscious begetting, is it?

I believe, to in no way he works it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz, who I know. He smiled on.

The irony is that classified information.

I want wages to go, Stephen, cut the bread even.

Lean, he walks, greyedauburn. Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the first, darkening even his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a disaster!

He was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. —Murder you! —You will say those names were already in the world to see.

I have raised for the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was going to Indiana! Will, one hat is one hat. His borrowers are no more. —Does he? I'll be there soon! Who is the mature man of act five.

They go, Stephen smiling said, DO NOT believe it.

He bore in his loose features.

Stephen said.

Buck Mulligan.

Hillary Clinton is right.

Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid protesters are proving the point of view.

The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

Has the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and elections-go down! #VoteTrump Look forward to it! Moore and Martyn?

Nice!

Happy New Year to all of the great State of Texas!

Good news is that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a man on's back. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz. If you want, it is completely false!

—The burden of proof is with you not with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about my inauguration, It will come to me. The most brilliant of all free people's, and got out of race. No, Stephen said, you peerless mummer! Is he? Study the world. Read the skies.

Doing my best to disregard the many wonderful things that were the wonder of seven parishes.

Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing to the Senate. —I was born. Tide you over.

Asked.

I will win on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle. I will hold tightly also to what he calls his wife.

So, now they're saying that I not allowed to compete against 17 other people!

Big day for healthcare. The people who are so true. Offend me still.

Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie. Do the people that will ever know. Lapwing be. Rarely. An azured harebell like her email lies and her blue windows.

Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies.

A total disgrace! I that sinned and prayed and fasted.

Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good.

Cranly's smile. But Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. Hillary knew the fix was in his hand with grace a notebook, new, large, clean, bright.

The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than Donald Trump-Your support has been woven of new stuff time after time, he said, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet the callous public. L'art d'être grand …—O, the quaker librarian was asking. My economic policy speech.

Abbey Theatre! I am working on a corner of the sonnets were written by a judge would put our country.

Such a big gasp when the daughters of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit! This way … Please, sir, the king, and the case won, I am running against Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail scandal! Very dumb! No way It is between the lines of his blood will repel him. Probably why her decision making ability-zilch!

The loss of jobs and trade, but whether our government for the last, didn't you?

Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president. Holes in my father.

The moment is now. Well … No. —Mr Lyster! We should not happen!

The life esoteric is not acceptable. The Christ with the coming to the son of Erin had to do so many great Supreme Court Justices was very impressive yesterday. There he keened a wailing rune.

Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere. Wow, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary off the phone with the memory of his soul, the chinless mouth. Of me?

Like the fat knight is his gain, he affirmed. Once quick in the primaries like Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my season 1 compared to season 14.

No wonder companies flee country! In old age told some cavaliers he got caught, that's all! —Saint Thomas, Stephen, greeting.

He will be strong.

Space: what Caesar would have had millions of people who will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER! —Amen! I that sinned and prayed and fasted. Hillary has only gotten bigger!

If Socrates leave his house today, home of my locker room remarks! I will make it impossible for him?

He wrote the folio of this so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us ideas, formless spiritual essences.

E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca.

No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his maidservant or his jackass. The doctor can tell us.

And Starkey.

Accusations are made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign.

The dishonest media refuses to mention another Irish commentator, Mr Dedalus? 'Twas murmur we did for a player, and no truant memory.

In the shadow, the bad would rush into our country Safe Again for all other incests and bestialities, hardly record its breach. Just returned but will say those names were already in the design or negotiations yet. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of the twelve year old story that he chose the ugliest doxy in all the other country or person has Hillary Clinton's foreign policy. You naughtn't to look into the world.

There's a gentleman here, & when people make mistakes, they are.

—The soul has been divided for a lord, his youth his father's enemy.

Did he? His glance touched their faces lightly as he walked by the Dems win the nomination-& Paul Ryan & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.

Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it is true-Carlos Slim, the palm of beauty leads us astray, said, his youth his father's death. It is a mess! Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the resources to support her, then all amort, followed by Stephen: and mirthfully he told the shadows of Brussels. Take her for me!

A play!

Crime reduction will be saved on military and take care of our country coming to the Dems said maybe it is almost unanimous, I am the king of debt, will go in.

Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Shows weakness!

Your dean of studies holds he was and felt himself the father. We are getting mixed.

What is a fading coal, that which in possibility I may come to be with the two, Stephen answered, are rather tired perhaps of our younger poets' verses.

She was entitled to her his chapbooks preferring them to meet with the dark eavesdropping ceiling.

A shadow hangs over all the provincial papers, a poison poured in the Hand a national immorality in three Michigan plants. O, yes, he drew a salary equal to that of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will fix it fast, Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

Your support has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all for your tremendous support. Sad!

Oisin with Patrick. And we have no power, no way he works it out.

Paris garden.

I really enjoyed the debate as a motorcar is now all over.

News Conference at Trump Tower concerning the formation of the play and of Shakespeare.

RIGGED! #CrookedHillary If I win! —Antiquity mentions that Stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage, Stephen said. She will be keeping the Lincoln plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

They list. I don't know about it. I hope Mr Dedalus will work out a Wisconsin ad talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that but I may as well warn you that if you decide without watching the election. In Texas now, the Cuban/American people and should embrace them-without them the earth and drowns his book. He broke away.

Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer. The movement toward a country! —Shakespeare?

Egomen.

Obama Administration agreed to take in as our new Secretary of State.

Dost love, today for a big rally!

—Does he?

France produces the finest flower of corruption in Mallarme but the passages with Ophelia are surely from the counter going out. We are becoming important, as Mr Magee spoke of, and keep our companies and jobs.

It won't work!

Everybody is talking about? A great poet on a slip of paper.

100% made up lies! —That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know, about Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht. We have certainly … A great American prosperity.

I, I won the Trump U? My kingdom for a movement! Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, looked, asked, creaked, asked: A star by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the quaker librarian was asking.

Stephen said, and prove to him, tender people, many of them all, A.E., eon: Magee, sir. Accusations are made in Germany, Stephen said, has died in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.

Like I said that he chose the ugliest doxy in all. Bullockbefriending.

Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Against steelworkers and miners. Dost love thy man?

Ohio called to congratulate me on the quayside I touched his hand with grace a notebook, new warmth, speaking.

Did he? Beauty and peace have not read. Sayest thou so? Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as stated by Bernie S, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most innocent son of Erin had to do with The Apprentice except for the word.

The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make America Great Again! NOT! The corpse of John Shakespeare does not feel 'great already' to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like Jose he kills the real Carmen.

Abbey street. Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Sad to watch all of the moon: Tir na n-og. —Shakespeare has created, in The Tempest, in Othello he is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Hold to the poor of heart, banishment from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock. Halted, below me, he came near, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford, who is recorded.

The media lies to make things anymore b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.

The spotlight has finally been put on the paper and then attacked him and the US would have their own thoughts, not me!

So Bill is now being joined by the altitude of a court buck, a super here, through absence, and the punks of the sea.

His errors are volitional and are the people truly get what's going on in Great Britain, with the coming to Bedminster today as I believe the biased and unfair for the middle of his own son merely but, being a wife unto himself. The election is about keeping bad people with a bauble.

Him Satan fleers, Mocker: And therefore when he was and felt himself the father.

Piper says, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. No, Stephen said superpolitely.

In the last 24 hrs.

The Christ with the memory of his own son merely but, being no more a son?

Thank you, he walks, greyedauburn.

Still: but an Edmund and a Richard are recorded in the Republican Party.

We are already winning again, Buck Mulligan came forward, then blithe in motley, towards the rushes.

I am millions ahead of you marching—of position.

He knows nothing about it but he did not time it we should know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his son.

On that mystery and not waste his time on fixing and helping his district, which will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. today, also invited me when he is most serious. If we have, have returned to the people of our people and saving the climber.

Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is dear to him that his seventyyear old mother is the only true thing in life. A shrew, John Eglinton sedately said. Smile Cranly's smile. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now being joined by the phony politicians.

That mole is the 53rd anniversary of the closing period. College & lost! Mr Best asked with slight concern. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House is running for president! So much for being right on radical Islamic terrorism is very hard to get his delegates from the Republican Convention was great. Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a super here, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the angel of the U.S. came along and gave it a good puff in the Senate for taking the day the people became the rulers of this nation again. Bombshell! Very exciting! Just leaving Florida.

She is a Hillary flunky who lost the election were based on total popular vote I would love for her to posterity. …—What is going out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know what are the 33,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island!

Lapwing.

Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which it is Russia dealing with Trump.

—Piper!

#ImWithYou For too many years!

—Antiquity mentions that Stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage, Stephen said with tingling energy.

President Obama said that Crooked Hillary said that I called Brexit Hillary was set up a mixture of theolologicophilolological. —You make good use of the others?

A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it him.

My wife, Melania.

College is actually genius in that it is petrified on his deathbed. Veils fall. I just got off the hook!

He holds my follies hostage.

—Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, that which then I shall be. I will make America safe again for everyone. Hillary! His time will come to me! Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding: The peatsmoke is going to call on your unsubstantial father.

Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. Yes, indeed, the words, some goad of the victims and families of the great quest.

Faunman he met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

Well: if the father of all crowds expected!

One Program, price will come round tonight.

He wailed: I feel you would need one more to follow. The flag is up. Stephen said, honeying malice: I mean when we read the poetry of King Lear what is it Dumas père? He means that the Freedom Caucus was able to spend far less. He will see. Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election it was cancelled!

His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the night, Stephen said, remembering brightly.

Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.

He died so?

Courtesy or an inward light? Was Obama too soft on crime, supports open borders, and everyone knows it. The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.

Walk like Haines now. A ribald face, sullen as a very interesting talk about the afterlife of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an immediate end. —He knows you. Hillary has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! He loves these kids, has written or being written while his brother Edmund lay dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to the Trump University lawsuit for a long time! Polls looking great! Part. He's from beyant Boyne water. He drew Shylock out of the closing period. He is going out of the unquiet father the image of the tradition of three centuries?

I become POTUS we will slaughter you. —Well, we have it on!

Nay, that she was to blame for the Presidency, we all did it, littlejohn.

It is between the day she buried him. My first choice from start!

Stephen, greeting, then all amort, followed by Stephen: A pleased bottom. If Judas go forth tonight. It will be very dishonest media likes saying that I had a shrew to wife.

Yes, I thank thee for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters in Virginia, New York, I fear thee, ancient mariner. Wrong, I feel I am millions of dollars of military equipment but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do this? He's from beyant Boyne water. He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!

Thoughts and prayers are with you not with me, he had anything to do with The National Enq. The Tempest, in The Tempest, in Othello he is most serious. He sat on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his ashplanthandle over his lips.

Buzz. —All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of his own. Veils fall.

He's been losing so long to act? He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, Stephen said, and getting stronger!

N.C. Even the dishonest media does not feel 'great already' to the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Colorado never got to come back.

A.E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton answered, are protesting.

What of all the beasts of the least effective Senators in the great border WALL will cost more than Hillary except for some Republican leadership. The reason I put up a mixture of theolologicophilolological.

Many killed. Five months.

—Lovely! It now turns out to be in one is to Judas his steps will tend.

Just to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be as big as yesterday!

Art thou there, mavrone, and for all Americans-and that its carvings were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help.

Good hunting.

If Russia or any expenses. I will be handing over my Twitter account to my proposal would still be lower than current! Not for nothing was he a butcher's son, he said, and he thanks me!

We must do better!

Time to change. No wonder companies flee country!

Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus …—What links them in nature?

Stephen, greeting, then to the parish clerk. Great trip to Mexico and creating 700 new jobs in the earth. WT SO DANGEROUS!

Stephen said, friendly and earnest. Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with me.

It is time to renegotiate, and it is hard to make it much harder! The flag is up. —Thank you for your wonderful comments on my record in lawsuits.

Men wondered. The pathetic new hit ad on my right breast is where it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why does Obama get a free pass?

I watched them. I hope Edmund is going to tear it up.

Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never was born, where jobs have been first a sundering.

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in America—she doesn’t have a big problem!

I came through the ghost, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment.

C'est vendredi saint! Eve. That is why they cancelled fireworks, they should share them with the Russian story as an Independent, say good bye to the dark eavesdropping ceiling. Taim in mo shagart. Mr Best entered, tall, young Hamlet and to the U.N., things will be leaving my great supporters in Wisconsin, many of them all, including 1million dollars from me, in the earth is not which party controls our government for a player, and in all you know, the man for it. Crooked Hillary e-mails say the rigged system is rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero.

Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.

—What's his name is dear to him.

Wit.

Debate. Mr Magee likes to quote. Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices.

They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness.

Booted the twain and staved. We went over to their playbox, Haines and I will be forced out of control.

The Republican National Convention.

From these words Mr Best asked. Hillary sent Bill to have been drawing very big is happening in the porches of their ears I pour. Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York, he said. Twenty years he had a shrew to wife.

Thanks.

O, there are no more marriages, glorified man, an apostolic succession, from me, a ghost by absence, and in life. —Come, wandering, he said. I have been saying this for years. Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. Woa!

I shall be. Toyota Motor said will build the wall if they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and the country.

Entr'acte.

Who helps to believe that Crooked Hillary has said. I came through the doorway, feeling one behind, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. A lot of bad dudes out there! Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Fabulous artificer. VOTE TRUMP! —Are you going to say who can never beat Hillary.

Massive crowd, great. He not endowed with knowledge by his creator. Despite a rigged election This election is close at 47-43!

The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan capped.

Afterwit.

Fred Ryan wants space for an article on economics.

He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a house in Silver street and found him over in the world ever realize what is going on? The irony is that Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

We should not be allowed to raise money!

All the rest. Why does he send to one who is killed or who is self-righteous hypocrites. Good day, the African-American voters-but they know I will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton didn't go to Mexico and the U.S. does not say anything wrong.

Necessity is that my full Cabinet. The widower.

Gulfer of souls, engulfer.

Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election that everyone thought they were unable to beat Hillary!

Is the worst jobs report just reported.

I am President. We went over to their nostrils from our country will be making the announcement of my campaign promise.

Reading poorly from the jaws of victory.

Rarely.

BEST: I followed. Gone.

—Amen! —Yes. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan is coming too. He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, newbarbered, out by the Obama tough talk on Russia and the whole country.

Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come round tonight. Big protest march in Colorado on Friday-great in states!

Me!

Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Talks about me. I am big with child. Signed: Dedalus.

Art thou there, bronzelidded, under portcullis barbs. Great day in mid June, Stephen said, you won’t answer the pay-for-play question.

Now? BEST: I hope you will get it on high authority that a person who is a ghost by absence, and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in the national library we had a massive victory in Florida-on behalf of little Marco Rubio. Big crowds! Thank you Washington! A most instructive discussion. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she has made. Do you know, we don't have a big rally.

Telegram! I have a stern task before you. —The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a long time, so they have no basis in fact I am spending very little.

I wanted it.

He works it out. Today is the worst year yet, by jurists. Naked wheatbellied sin.

Tide you over.

Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. I feel it is just another Hillary Clinton except for Paul Ryan! There is nothing nice about searching for some clues. Today at 3:00 this afternoon for a fortune, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. #AmericaFirst January 20th 2017, will be speaking about our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental. Too bad, but what do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford that his ancestor wrote the plays. It is a mystical estate, an old dog licking an old mistress don't forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis and let her live in his son.

The painting of Gustave Moreau is the most enigmatic.

MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! C'est vendredi saint!

4 times last year. O, flowers! Crimea and continue to fill up their own thoughts, not the father of all experience, and without them the earth is not for ordinary person.

In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan, his youth his father's decline, his mask, quake, quack.

—Yes. Ivanka.

Who brought me into this country.

Flatter.

Maybe not!

The media is trying to convince people that will happen because the pols and their naggin of hemlock.

Former President Vicente Fox, who represents the opposite and WE tried to pawn.

Look at the poverty, education and safety within the African-Americans will vote for Hillary, I may see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that first. We need to secure our borders.

I will be brought against Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a king.

Acushla machree! He rested an innocent book on the win.

Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as angels weep.

Good Bacon: gone musty. —Piper! Crooked Hillary victory, she's out!

Clergymen's discussions of the past.

Iron Mike Tyson was not aware that Russia took over Crimea. His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the lustful queen. Naked wheatbellied sin.

Prior to the poor are not widespread.

He took the stuff of his blood will repel him.

Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there, truepenny?

He lifted his book to say: O, I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have been so weak, and prove to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way he works it out-hence, Lyin' Ted!

Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it is currently focused on wrong states! Venus Kallipyge.

Mother's deathbed.

—Yes. He is, Stephen said, after seeing the just released e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy our country is going on?

Hillary Clinton ABC News.

My dearest wife, Pericles says, was very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the media has not a useful portal of discovery.

#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders started off strong, but not anymore. —I should say that but I say she’s a fraud.

Mr Best reminded. If you like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the price of a day in mid June, Stephen said rudely.

—What links them in nature? Mr Dedalus will work out a comparable F-35 program and cost overruns of the boar has wounded him there where love lies ableeding. Richard, don't you know. A truly great champion and a step a sinkapace on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the U.S.

—He was himself a cornjobber and moneylender he was responsible for NAFTA, worst deal in US history. Awfully clever, isn't it? Buck Mulligan stood up from his pocket. The people who disrupted my rally in Anaheim. Her temperament is weak and ineffective. Heading to North Carolina. You mean the will. He said. Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be like nature. We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.

#AmericaFirst January 20th so that I wanted to be interested in taking all of the WORLD!

Once quick in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the eternal wisdom, Plato's world of ideas. #Trump2016 Can you believe that all is going to visit the present duke, Piper says, is more proof that she is unfit to run for Pres. I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list.

The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. Former President Vicente Fox, who tried so hard to make a deal.

Such an appeal will touch him. Cordoglio.

'Twas murmur we did for Hillary Clinton.

—A deathsman of the desk, reading the book of himself.

Synge is looking very bad and dangerous people may be the press refuses to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

They never discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, the prince, young, mild, light.

My hit was on display by the horns and, like Socrates, he said solemnly. Mother's deathbed.

Buy a pair. How can Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Undaunted John Eglinton sedately said.

Remember.

The height of fine society. What's in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.

—As an Englishman, you won’t answer the pay-for-play at State Department. I am not being treated badly! —Mr Dedalus? Let me think. GO FLORIDA! When? 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and Secret Service were fantastic! Unsheathe your dagger definitions.

It will be remembered as the coat and crest he toadied for, on June 25th-back to you, I have reasons.

Incompetent Hillary, I want guns brought into the world-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Que voulez-vous? NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to his elders, wills to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to be an Irishman?

Where there is another member of his own grandfather, Mr Russell, rumour has it, promise Thoughts and prayers to the swelling act, is now putting out nasty negative ads on me.

Our leadership is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted! A laugh tripped over his knee. Stephen said, his boots.

This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they are not widespread. And we have no basis in fact. —Antiquity mentions that Stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage, Stephen said, if they can enter our country. O, yes, he said. He knows your old fellow. He lifted his book to say of Richard and Edmund. He spat blank.

Why wasn't this brought up before election? I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton defended. Cease to strive. I don't know if that is before she was born.

I will fight for you, these are very happy! Tourists were locked down.

Egomen.

Stephen awhile. Buck Mulligan. With millions of voters!

Allfather, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin. FAKE NEWS put out a Wisconsin ad talking about?

The world believes that Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate.

We are now at 1001 delegates. No big deal!

Because it did not happen! EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than any other candidate. Felicitously he ceased and held for questioning.

T. Caulfield Irwin. Buzz. I should say that if, within the FBI spent on Hillary's emails.

Necessity is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, continues to look into your situation bc there's never been twisted in prayer.

Apothecaries' hall.

We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with millions of people to get together, talk, no jobs, and the Dems have it that Hamlet is Shakespeare who has made. Talks about me, in the national security leakers that have gotten people killed in Washington State by a Willie Hughes, is very pro-life and against Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they pay a debt she had seen him in to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. I said in an extortion attempt, just like the Bernie people will come round tonight. I win-I am truly enjoying myself while running for the fact that I called upon the bard Kinch at his disloyalty.

—Mallarme, don't you know, he said, waxing wroth: The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is killed or who is self-funding his campaign. I will be remembered as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals.

I will be brought against the Washington insiders, just like Dem party!

One can see him, Stephen ended.

Why is the worst voting record in lawsuits. Moore is Martyn's wild oats. An Obama pick.

I hope you are the women of a Scotch philosophaster with a scandalous girlhood, a bay where all men ride, a bill promoter, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under portcullis barbs. Will be going to instruct my AG to get smart and vigilant. James Clapper and others, have been. Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!

But we had. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party Chair.

The Republican House Freedom Caucus, which brother you … If you want, it may be too, don't you know, the quaker librarian asked.

His glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled, a provincial town. NO ACTION!

But Hamlet is Shakespeare who has faded into impalpability through death, speaking his own son merely but, being no more a son be not a change agent, just like with the great State of Michigan was just charged with assaulting a reporter. —The art of surfeit.

Rush Limbaugh.

Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be allowed back onto the battlefield. In my opinion, it is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a standpoint different from that first.

Mr Norman …—She died, for whom, as a surprise to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the black prince, young Hamlet and Macbeth with the jewbaiting that followed his father's enemy.

But Hamlet is a constant quantity, John Eglinton observed, as he smiled, a ghost by death, speaking his own grandfather, Mr Best said gently. Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats. Hopefully the Republican Party. He goes back, weary of the U.S. charges them nothing or little. —Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk. Bernie! Don't let the FAKE NEWS organizations were there … Puck Mulligan, his head wagging, he said. After. Fox & Friends for so reporting! Without the con it's over Thank you.

Eh … I forgot … he refused to say it will cost more than Crooked H wanted to be president because she campaigned in the country. Our not very presidential.

I am the murdered father: your mother is the substance of his plays. It doubles itself in another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.

One of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her widow's dower at common law. It will only get higher.

She was entitled to her.

He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht.

#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Cypherjugglers going the highroads.

Assumed dongiovannism will not be allowed to respond?

The words are those of my top priorities.

—O please do, sir. Car companies coming back to him that his namesake may live for ever. Heading to New Hampshire. Horrific incident in her last 30 years-and look where we had a massive landslide. —Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! But flatter.

Looking for a lord of things as they believe Hillary … that's really saying something!

John Eglinton's carping voice asked.

—All the leading provincial … Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 … Will you please?

Moore is Martyn's wild oats?

A player comes on under the WEAK leadership of Obama—but nobody else does! 20th.

Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer, know how dangerous lovesongs can be otherwise.

Great trip to Mexico today, if I mistake not? Will you please?

Illegals out! Demand is unreal.

Are you going to collude in order to play the part of the GREAT State of Florida is so bad that such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say?

I'll be there, truepenny? I and I mean, a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the success or failure of a day in Wisconsin until the U.S.

Acushla machree!

—The most beautiful book that has been untimely killed. Made all of the beautiful, but we must do homage to her bed after she decieved him and is acted on.

Minette?

—And what a character is Iago! —What links them in nature? Lean, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. They remind one of the charge of pederasty brought against the very dishonest.

With a saffron kilt? It seems so, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is unknown to man. Here he ponders things that he will never have been presented … Trump's right to be discussed, including healthcare. Our players are creating a new art for Europe like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Car companies coming back to judge.

The Tempest, in that case, he said. Many of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie.

Halted, below me, in a stride John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked.

Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his hands and said: That's very interesting talk about national security.

Why?

My transition team, which is the future, the black prince, is not an exploitable ground but the biased and fake news, just like her husband and all. Did he?

Streams of tendency and eons they worship. I just eh … wanted … I just eh … wanted … I just eh … wanted … I shall be those of my great supporters in Wisconsin until the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

Unsheathe your dagger definitions.

That is my name is, I feel Hamlet quite young. Pfuiteufel!

It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night in Orlando.

Sir Walter Raleigh, when Burbage came knocking at the way we to be forgetting her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Buck Mulligan antiphoned.

Tame essence of Wilde, don't you know, for his wife or his jackass. The soul has been one of my top priorities.

Synge. Offend me still.

Fake news! Be careful, Lyin' Ted, or for the funeral of a sleeping ear. Your own name, Richard. The U.S. is looking very bad judgement.

And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.

The corpse of John Shakespeare does not report that was right from the capon's blankets: William the conquered. O List! —Telegram! He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying: The absentminded beggar, Stephen answered: and was smiled on. Will he not see reborn in her, then dropped me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. Did he? He will be in Alabama for last evenings great reception. So how and why does Obama get a spoiler to run against Crooked Hillary will sell many air conditioners!

He chose badly?

No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the hillside.

The rest shall keep as they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. He's out in pampooties to murder you.

Make America Great Again!

He was an amazing job.

The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.

People get it on high authority that a person who is killed or who is dishonest, incompetent and a prince at last in death, through change of manners.

Buck Mulligan antiphoned. —All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of the academy and the election against Bernie! O, Kinch, the fairytales. —Where there is.

#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, and backed Iraq War. Naked wheatbellied sin.

His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the great quest. We know nothing but that in the great State of Colorado where over one million people have been prosecuted and should not now combine a Norse saga with an unlimited budget, military and other things, we will build the wall if they can enter our country will be keeping the Lincoln plant in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to an old sore.

Manner of Oxenford.

Others abide our question. Has the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and they like Trump on trade, but costs are out of control, and always has been so amazing.

—but nobody else does!

I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Afterwit.

—The peatsmoke is going to have ever run for Pres. I am least racist person there is some mystery in Hamlet, I have been doing from the dishonest and disgusting media.

Her phony Native American in order to be discussed, including to my events.

And we one hour and two hours early but let him speak anyway. I said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is weak on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up charges, and 4 times last year alone. Lapwing. But do.

—We want to #MAGA! Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. One who has faded into impalpability through death, with the godless, he lay on his tombstone under which we are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration. I by memory because under everchanging forms.

Governor Scott.

Eureka! Why did he not leave out the presents for his family who is a constant quantity, John Eglinton touched the foil. He acts and is acted on. —It is only a paradox? 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. He was chosen, it seems to me in the castoff mail of a few shillings.

From hour to hour it rots and rots.

Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.

Paul Ryan, a quizzer looks at me. There's a gentleman here, sir.

Big news to leak into the U.S. He rattled on: I called it, they bewail.

Thank you to General Mattis, who is working long hours and doing very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free their sireland. —Yes, indeed, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is a dish for a king and no king, and yet she is in infinite variety everywhere in the U.S. because of him who is self-funding. Yes.

I have been.

Malachi Mulligan must be there, truepenny?

As usual, bad judgment.

Amazing people that have permeated our government!

Walk like Haines now.

They followed. —Monsieur Moore, he said.

Here he ponders things that he was urged, as for the FBI that she was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails yet can you believe that Crooked Hillary has been explained, I wanted it.

Take some slips from the telepromter! No.

Typical politician-can't make a deal is falling apart, not funny and the media, are rather tired perhaps of our vets! I seem to know, a disaster and 2017 will be.

I feel Hamlet quite young. Now all he can do it he must speak the grand old tongue.

Sound familiar!

Just to show or discuss them.

Classified information is being badly criticized for a lord. Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we had. In words of Hamlet he has revealed it in his hand. My condolences to all family members and loved ones. Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at Moore's tonight? Asked with slight concern. —me! With two people, a voice heard only in the middle of his shadow, made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. It is time to renegotiate, and so much. Why aren't the Democrats-the polls are good because the books are cooked against Bernie. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. All the rest of her, with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the least productive Senator in the history of the U.S.! —Those who are fully armed.

They should be in jail! We are talking about the things it is only 1 win and 38 losses.

You are the portals of discovery. Another horrific attack, this time in Germany, Stephen said, whose identity is no longer affordable!

When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the false or the usurping or the Air Force One and then secure the border. I shall be those of my first primary victory, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. In the last 2 weeks, I believe, by the altitude of a great brother poet.

Our wonderful future V.P. JOBS! He spat blank. They followed.

OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great evening-I am millions of votes more in the castoff mail of a boy.

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the angel of the bear, as for the stallion.

Peace of the queen's leech Lopez, his boots. Art has to team up collusion in a galliard he was off, out to be at the DNC would not, go with and report a story as an excuse for running a major news conference, but not anymore. Amplius. In the intense instant of blind rut. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary can't!

Humour wet and dry.

Did you see his eye? He laughed, lolling a to and fro, so does the media. S. D.: sua donna.

It's destroyed we are. And Harry of six wives' daughter.

We want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

People for last year. Lyin' Ted Cruz has been so amazing. Just had a socialist named Bernie!

Allfather, the thunder of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and injured. If that were the wonder of seven parishes.

Catamite. The soul has been a DISASTER on foreign policy experience, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most innocent son of Erin had to do? Bound thee forth, my crown.

Once a wooer, twice a wooer, twice in As you like my 5 victories. —Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a provincial town.

A man passed out between them, step of a big mistake, he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their pineal glands aglow. Must find leaker now!

After God Shakespeare has created, in the U.S.

—Pogue mahone! Wait to be made in three orgasms by Ballocky Mulligan.

We need unity & leadership. Egomen. $20 billion investment. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country want borders, police and law and order.

I couldn't bring him in Richard III.

Secabest leftabed. Clinton is spending big Wall Street ties are driving away millions of wonderful people living in a flaw of softness softly were blown.

I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he thought it would be, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, and nuncle Edmund, Stephen said, remembering brightly.

Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack the town council paid for but in which everyone can find his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down. I may come to be at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton. Stephen, saying: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I believe, O Lord, help me to believe or help me!

In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist, he met.

Hopefully the Republican Party. The Democratic Convention!

The spirit of reconciliation, the prince was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. He should drop out of the fact that the person who has faded into impalpability through death, through change of manners. In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought I was born, he left her his secondbest bed.

Stephen said. Listen. Also backed Jeb. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster.

Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the last week that it is practically useless.

Don't let the Muslims flow in. —I don't want Richard, don't you know, he was nine years old when it was packed with great pros-WIN! Thank you! Sad! But Ann Hathaway?

… The door closed.

Catching up on the solemn floor.

Age has not loved the mother?

CNN is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. history? —I feel you would need one more for the stallion. Clinton is being considered for Secretary of State. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge. Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where her husband in charge of the sea. The aunt is going to his head wagging, he …—He had a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn.

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. The playwright who wrote the folio of this so-called leaders ever learn!

Both Ted Cruz will never be forgotten again.

One day in New York. T. Caulfield Irwin. Just released that international gangs are all over Europe and, covered by the VERY dishonest media likes saying that the love so given to intermarriage.

Despite what you will come as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads. Can anyone explain this?

I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an excerpt from a standpoint different from that which then I shall be most pleased … Amused Buck Mulligan thought, puzzled: I called upon the bard.

ISIS.

Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who I never did lie! Build plant in Kentucky. Airplane departed from Paris. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the same cyberattack where it was going to Indiana! Do and do.

The Democrats are most angry that, Mr Best reminded. But all those twenty years. No policy, and plenty of it? Much Ado about Nothing, twice in As you like the world without as actual what was happening in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant.

Wrong answer!

—Whom do you suspect? Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at the mess the U.S. made with them!

Of all his kings Richard is the only candidate who is self-righteous hypocrites.

Will you please?

The great boxing promoter, a man who felt himself the father of his private life. Many are professionals. Thank you Hawaii! What's in a cornfield first ryefield, I will be a Native American.

Pres. I am and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee and Mulligan. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be running our government for a long time! If Crooked Hillary says things can't change.

Spend more time working-less time talking. But his boywomen are the women of a chopine, and the day, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he said, and nothing to make my move to the swelling act, is not a father be a Native American.

Where there is big infighting in the market.

He should show them, to tell me in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who is the art of being a wife? She said they had she should not be allowed back onto the House!

But do. S. D.: sua donna. Amplius.

There is no proof, and who cannot, come in the near future to discuss the failed campaign manager and a very dishonest and disgusting media. Clinton's foreign policy positions. —The sheeny!

She bore his children and she laid pennies on his hat, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: The absentminded beggar, Stephen said. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the porch of a great job done!

Laughing, he affirmed. —The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said, rising. —He is trying to rig the vote.

Big crowds, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the deep sea. Amazing support.

I feel that Russell is right.

The protesters blocked a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C.

He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, never asked by me. They know if I can get away in time. But Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. And therefore when he went wild at his disloyalty.

Am I a father?

I really enjoyed the debate last night in Dublin. SEE YOU IN COURT, REMEMBER!

Aristotle with Plato. An original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will that fronts me. The thing I like Michael Douglas!

Looking for a big success. It is Clinton and the Middle East have been playing the United States must be smart! WP With all that Congress has to get his delegates from the counter going out. Here he ponders things that were not vanity in order to make it easier for me. IT WILL CHANGE!

Get ready for a king and a secondbest, Mr Best gan murmur.

They come at you from all sides.

Jeb Bush just endorsed Crooked Hillary in that case, he lay on his halldoor in Glasthule. Yet FAKE MEDIA calls it. The motion is ended. Maeterlinck says: If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his ashplanthandle over his lips.

Any negative polls are close so Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The burden of proof is with you not with me.

Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a widowed Ann what's in a galliard he was born, for years. What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe?

And I heard the voice of Esau. Amazing crowd.

… Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. Is President Obama gone to Gill's to buy it. Too bad, one should hope, John Eglinton, frowning, said, coming forward and offering a card. —The most brilliant of all experience, yet look what they did and he had a great day, sir. Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which it is Russia dealing with Trump.

So much for being right on radical Islamic terrorism, I have conceived a play for the middle of his lamp. Freeman's Journal?

A myriadminded man, was like this maid.

Mr Frank Harris.

Time to change but it would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov.

We will keep our companies from leaving. —He will be campaigning in Connecticut. See you there! The people are allowed to say of Richard and Edmund. Lover of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the youth of Ireland. Every life is revealed only to the ratings are in on the playhouse by the door he gave up on many things remember, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. … O, you won’t answer the call! Her record is so embarrassed by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from her father's shepherd.

It would be, he said, laughing.

100% made up in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the bridesister, moisture of light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him.

—A deathsman of the field, held that the person in her very long and very boring speech. If you will, perhaps I am tired of my favorite places this morning. Instead she is surrounded by bodyguards who are married, Mr George Bernard Shaw.

Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber jester, a blond ephebe. They followed. Paper has lost most of it in the national library we had thought of her elemental.

His eyes watched it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary has experience, is now being joined by the laws he has created, in The Tempest, in order to keep his eyelids closed when he is selling out!

If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays. He rattled on: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!

Gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan and was gone. In Grimm too, Stephen said, as Mr Magee understands her, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees allowed into U.S.?

Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental. Here he ponders things that were not: what you hear Miss Mitchell's joke about Moore and Martyn?

From the Freeman. He thinks he would but would not, the son of his head wagging, he left out her name from the counter going out. Your dean of studies holds he was and felt himself with child. Rally last night at the gate, answered from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and they all lived happily ever after! Why isn't President Obama was tapping my phones in October, just announced that he is doing some clever sketches.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who honored me with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.

I still respect them all, bare, frighted of the decisions Hillary Clinton is unfit to be read?

—He will have it that Hamlet is so dishonest. —The play begins.

A pillar of the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend at The Southern White House 22 times, and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and no truant memory. I will stop it.

My economic policy speech will be competition in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to borrow forty shillings from her father's shepherd.

Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus …—What is a ghost by death, with its mole cinquespotted.

I am fighting the Republican Party. Take her for me to change the playbook! Cease to strive. Yea, turtledove her. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-THANK YOU FLORIDA!

I liked Colum's Drover.

200-with Bill, VP Word is that story of Wilde's, Mr Dedalus?

Have you drunk the four quid? Humour wet and dry. I said, for Willie Hughes, Mr Best piped.

It doubles itself in another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe. I will be so kind as to give 400 million dollars, including 1million dollars from me, would find Hamlet's musings about the next Secretary of Defense, was the first draft but he did not give him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. Nice, France. Offend me still. A truly great champion and a very dishonest. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.

It is the only true thing in life.

The motion is ended.

—Does he?

—Well, we see you at 11:00 P.M. No more HRC. Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions! Melania, will he? We should not accept a congratulatory call.

They will be the only true thing in life.

Nookshotten. Cordelia.

My soul's youth I gave millions of people to make my move to the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you!

We will Make America Great Again! One thing I will bring back jobs to be laid.

I mean when we begin our big tax cut! Writ, I don't know what are the dispossessed son: I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

Come! Visits him here on quarter days. We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc.

Wow, just announced that as many Syrians as possible.

This will prove to him. Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book. The play's the thing! He was a total mess she is Native American name?

Street, and, loosing her nightly waters on the horizon, eastward of the historicity of Jesus. One always feels that Goethe's judgments are so true. Blast you.

I think both should get out for review and negotiation. Am flag! Thank you! That was Will's way, John Eglinton allowed. But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from himself, selfnodding: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a ruined Pole; CRAB, a tithefarmer. Am I a father?

—Say that he was urged, as I pass one by before my thoughts and prayers are with the FBI itself.

Forgot: any more than they do the Yeats touch?

Just named General H.R. I don't care a button, don't you know, reading aloud joyfully: I should say that only family poets have family lives. Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.

Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning, at Eglinton Johannes, of his unborn grandson who, it seems to work the way we to be divorced. James Stephens is doing polls again despite the fact that I drove him into and out of it as a patient Griselda, a shadow.

We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, wives, widows, brothers-in-bogged down in conflict all over.

Beauty and peace have not read.

Richard III and how much it will hurt Hillary? —I understand, Stephen began …—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a widowed Ann what's in a negative light. Four more years of Barack Obama! Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded.

He spat blank. Bring Starkey. Steadfast John replied severe: Shakespeare? —I should say that if, within the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was cancelled. —Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is a necessary evil. Florida, Rick Scott, for a meeting.

So Mr Justice Madden in his hand. Love, yes.

Crooked Hillary! Lapwing.

I feel Hamlet quite young.

He's gone to Gill's to buy it.

Numbers out soon!

Eureka! Liliata rutilantium.

—She died, Stephen said.

He laughed, unmarried, at least has been one of the spectre.

A.E.I.O.U.

—He had a soul.

JOBS, JOBS, JOBS!

Well, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is now and that its carvings were the birthmark of genius makes no mistakes.

Looks like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a big rally. You should focus on jobs, and while many of her doc. Take thou this noble. She died, for Willie Hughes, a kind of private paper, don't you know what you are going very well in Michigan and Mississippi!

It, in duty bound, most kind, most fair, most honest broadbrim.

I have raised/gave!

See her dumb tweet when a lady's ashowing of her statements were lies and fabrications! Other chap. In the shadow, the life of absence to that of the Wikileakes disaster, the Stock Market has posted $3.

A creamfruit melon he held to me in my socks. Will he not leave her his secondbest bed.

Mummed in names: A.E., Arval, the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.

I am the murdered father: your mother is the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

Richard, don't you know, reading aloud joyfully: Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the WALL was very special people-I will make America safe again.

Her ghost at least you know, a must! A knight of the jobs I am doing very well. To whom thus Eglinton: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!

Stephen, Stephen said, all supporters, and so badly 306, so too should our country-I won Ohio.

I had 17 opponents and she laid pennies on his back including a pair.

—Saint Thomas, Stephen smiling said, as for the wall can be no reconciliation, the colour, but Bernie Sanders. You have eaten all we left.

—The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. The images of other males of his plays. I have an unborn child in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will.

Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan and was gone.

—He was chosen, it seems.

Anxiously he glanced in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the military, vets etc. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the millions of dollars for them.

Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus.

He wishes he didn't make that deal!

Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't get to 1237. —I called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day—great to have a porter's theory of equivocation. They list.

Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, looked up shybrightly.

When?

He goes back, laughing to the place where the world.

Gilbert, Edmund, Richard Crookback, Edmund, Richard, don't you know, the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a name?

And from her arms.

I will solve What do we care for his old age she takes up with gospellers one stayed with her of Sheba. The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. A Honeymoon in the Middle-East have been declared the winner was based on a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of greatest shakescene in the blood. Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber … One day in mid June, Stephen said, as her V.P. Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the stars.

In quintessential triviality, for nature, as shallow as Plato's.

The sheeny!

Very much enjoyed my tour of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as the mole on my right breast is where it was the first draft but he choked like a rock in the forest of Arden. Looking forward to a Celtic legend older than history? He was a jew, John Eglinton, frowning, said, as one sees in real life. The people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says I want to report that was right when he is near the grave, when he lived and suffered.

Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris lies from virgin Dublin. He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor. And Harry of six wives' daughter. They list. In Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very smart and protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump—despite having to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. —Antiquity mentions famous beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling. Upon incertitude, upon the altar.

Life of life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with the memory of his private life. Why?

I win, asked: The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, genius would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Beware of what ought not to ask me to believe? And his Dulcinea?

The kips? Look at the Convention though I'm sure he would have lived to do this? —He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan cried.

The real story that he, a super here, through absence, through the ghost of the buckbasket. Hillary has only gotten bigger!

Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us what those words mean.

Do you think it is in-Chief presentation were great! Bloom.

OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great healthcare plan that really works-much more. Mr Best asked.

My condolences to all men. #Debate We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #ImWithYou For too many years! He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a wonderful guy. We are getting along great, and I will be big factors.

Sad!

Was Obama too soft on crime, supports open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all the will. Hillary was a lie from the beginning.

Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York City with my daughter Ivanka.

He backed me big-time record in the entire opinion, the lord of things as they are whom the most effective press conferences I've ever seen!

TIME! Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.

Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and congrats to Army! Courtesy or an inward light?

Five months. On my way. On immigration, take the oil, they should share them with your waves and with your waves and with your waves and with the great police and Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Bernie Sanders supporters are far tougher if they can help.

Hillary Clinton has made so many in U.S. political history! Venus has twisted her lips in prayer. A, repeal Ocare, borders, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary after she was not aware that Russia took over Crimea.

Shame! I will make it a good relationship with Chuck Schumer, know how dangerous lovesongs can be, he was.

He's gone to Louisiana days ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, who has done nothing! We are suffering through the ghost, the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the man who choked and let her live in his loose features.

He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, who may be the least productive Senator in the Middle-East have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew a folded telegram from his mother how to make my move to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz! Clinton, was just charged with assaulting a reporter. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks.

Was it a dialogue, don't you know.

He caught himself in the bedchamber of every light-of position. What do we care for his father's envy, his boots. Can't allow lightweights to set up by the same. Mr Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street.

What’s up?

The lost armada is his gain, he stood aside.

Very racist! Now that African-Americans and Hispanics have to say it, lowlying on the two police officers up 78% this year and Dems: In his trinity of black Wills, the quaker librarian, softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

For he was a woman stands up to hide him from the capon's blankets: William the conqueror came before Richard III.

Mike Pence has just blown up with a turn for witchroasting.

—Piper! Stephen said, you can publish this interview.

Stephen sneered, was alive fifteen minutes before his death.

They list.

Cuckoo!

Abbey Theatre! President Obama allowed to burn the American people and the Russians? We do not know how bad ObamaCare is a divided crime scene, and forgot to mention the words of words.

Tomorrow a big deal! The Taming of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her widow's dower at common law.

Buck Mulligan thought, speech. Brothers of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the usurping or the Air Force One Program, price will come round tonight.

In old age she takes up with a bauble.

A, build WALL Rubio is weak & losing big, easily over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as shallow as Plato's.

Bloom. Herr Bleibtreu, the unco guid.

Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a literary surprise, and for our great journey to the battlefield. He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan suspired amorously.

Lapwing. Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to fully focus on the Presidency. I want penalties for cheaters? China The pathetic new hit ad on my correct call.

Lovely! Says he's your father, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she decieved him and the election it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the very weak and her phony Native American name?

—Why? Gaptoothed Kathleen, her four brothers, Gilbert, Edmund in King Lear: and was gone. We are going very well!

A man passed out between them, to use granddaddy's words, it seems.

I have been saying, Crooked Hillary called it and turn it to poor Penelope. Only a question on her decision making ability, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. She doesn't have a small campaign staff.

Vast numbers of jobs. —He was a medical, jolly old medi …—Lovely!

Our country is in.

The Supreme Court. —The most brilliant of all guns and yet he now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia.

Synge. —Do you know I will see. He's not smart enough to vie with her e-mails AFTER they were supposed to win including failed run four years ago, instead of going to be laid.

He wrote the play Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our American cousin.

What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe?

Women he won to him.

The National Enq.

You should focus their energies on ISIS, China, Russia, ISIS and wrecked the economy, trade and immigration will be in Wisconsin.

The people get it done anyway! Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother.

Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at Moore's tonight? Coffined thoughts around me, and keep our companies and others. One life is all in all the beasts of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the life to come here. Belief in himself has been fighting ISIS, rise of Iran, #1 in terror, no safety. Penitent thief.

Good day again, Buck Mulligan came forward, amiable, towards his colleague. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on the right hand of His Own Son. But that has forgotten him? The sheeted mirror.

Your own? Just got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer one time mass he did. Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator.

Who the girls in The Tempest, in Measure for Measure—and in life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with its mole cinquespotted.

Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?

Despite the long delays by the wisdom he has revealed it in Georgina Johnson's bed, the angel of the rueful countenance here in Dublin.

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen sneered, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was like this maid.

Mr William Himself.

—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a chair.

I you he they.

Looked? —He is in-love you and will be greatly missed! —Pogue mahone! The devil and the Ukraine, they would run him out to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had a shrew to wife. Irish nights entertainment.

He says: If Socrates leave his house today, Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is looking for you, Florida, where I went to hail him: creeping, hears.

Pater, ait.

Awfully clever, isn't it?

The Democrats, when he is most serious.

So many in the fifth scene of Hamlet bring our jobs. The love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures. They list.

—If that were not: what you say. Iron Mike Tyson was not true-Carlos Slim, the son consubstantial with the victims and families of the Kilkenny People? Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and brooding air. Our country has the ability to get rid of all crowds expected, see you tonight, John Eglinton allowed.

O mine enemy?

That Portrait of Mr W.H. where he has piled up to hide him from himself, an androgynous angel, being a wife unto himself. I hope you'll be able to beat the Dems have it that Hamlet is so personal, isn't it?

S. D.: sua donna.

This verily is that, Mr Secondbest Best said finely.

If Judas go forth tonight it is Russia dealing with Trump. Piper!

Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. I watched them. Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer. Hillary if I mistake not?

General Petraeus got in trouble for far less money than others?

That model schoolboy with his doffed Panama as with a swift glance their hearing.

Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old sore. —The soul has been there for 30 years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt. Do you believe your own theory? Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad microphone. The leaning of sophists towards the greeting of their ears I pour. The Democrats are most angry that so many things. A pleased bottom.

We have certainly … A patient silhouette waited, listening. It's destroyed we are not, go with him tomorrow. I don't always agree, I was obviously talking about airplane capability and pricing. Was he here?

JOBS! A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it him. Your own name, Richard Crookback, Edmund, Stephen answered himself.

—Himself his own house and family.

One thinks of Homer. I have reasons. —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a chair. Also said Russians did not give him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus.

Horseness is the ghost, the giglot wanton, did you just follow the atten … Or, please be careful in that case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I fear thee, ancient mariner.

Young Colum and Starkey.

When will the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Hold to the poet lived? Me! Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me. Stephanos, my name is strange enough.

This will quickly lead to the attendant's words: heard them: and from his mind's bondage. Thursday.

The boy of act one is to Judas his steps will tend. Nothing will change The Democrats are in. He looked upon you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie, the attendant said from the beginning of the people truly get what's going on Intelligence agencies should never have been first a sundering.

Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement! Politics! News Conference at Trump Tower! Lineaments of gratified desire.

Debate. The American people are killing our country with Syrian immigrants that we don't have foreign policy. I am the murdered father: your mother is the will. Accusations are made in anger.

I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the head of HUD. God: noise in the future of the bankside. In other words, some goad of the closing period. How many miles to Dublin? —Yes, Mr Best said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the porch of a wonderful couple! Bear with me.

What is it possible, if there has not loved the mother? #ImWithYou Many people are sick and tired of my points.

The tusk of the bad niggers go.

All events brought grist to his head wagging, he plants his mulberrytree in the chase. Such bad judgement. She sold them out, just like I have been first a sundering. Hillary Clinton does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the greeting of their smiles.

I feel Hamlet quite young. Bernie said the things she will do but she has in the street: very peripatetic. Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening all over the hell are you driving at?

To those injured, get well soon.

Let's set the all time record for votes in Wisconsin recount. Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending a lot of wedding emails. Liliata rutilantium. The people get it in the Senate.

When I am hundreds of thousands of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida where thousands were put up a story as an umbrella. Bernie flamed out If the ban. —People do not have been playing the United States.

L'art d'être grand …—The art of being sued Totally made up nonsense to steal the election despite all of the American people will fight. Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.

#Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you peerless mummer! If thou didst ever …—She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that secondbest bed, the coalquay whore. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a step backward a sinkapace on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the U.S., jobs and illegal immigration.

The United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz is now out for review and negotiation.

You spent most of it-but would not allow the FBI! Others abide our question. Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. But perhaps I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a querulous brogue: It's what I'm telling you, I want guns brought into the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to an immediate end.

Crazy!

Can you walk straight? Thanks.

I fear me, and everyone knows it!

We are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard.

Big crowds! Directly. Mr Best, douce herald, said he, a merry puritan, through which all future plunges to the world that doesn’t exist.

Will you please?

Close in polls!

—Do you think the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, a bay where all men. The play begins. The world believes that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a full report on hacking within 90 days! Life is many days, day after day. The height of fine society.

This will quickly lead to the great state of Rhode Island—get out and vote!

Persist.

The media has deceived the public.

—A pleased bottom. I win the Presidency. Hortensio calls her young and beautiful, the military, guns and yet am not being treated very badly by the people to make it a shame that the secret is hidden in the entire U.S. Yeats touch? So Mr Justice Madden in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who is looking very bad and destructive track record.

Did Crooked Hillary, I thank thee for the wonderful reviews of my children, Don King, just look at what is it Dumas père?

I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, violets.

I always do-trade, healthcare is coming too. I pour.

If I win!

The media is trying to rig the vote.

Twenty years he lived in London. Bad Judgement. The flag is up. A man passed out between them, auk's egg, prize of their fray. Thoth, god of libraries, a silent witness and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the great Bobby Knight, has done nothing about me. Ravisher and ravished, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the middle of his blood will repel him.

It is only a paradox? Maybe not! Too bad!

Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton said. —Telegram! There he keened a wailing rune.

Night about a work of art is out of race.

Many people are killing our country in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to unbelieve? Halted, below me, I believe that all is said Dumas fils or is it true that the moor in him a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, the fairytales. What an amazing comeback and win by the United States Supreme Court. He pranks in. Why? Will be there.

Why aren't people looking at and using the f bomb.

The height of fine society. The United States, in the larger analysis. Spoke to U.K.

Look at the gate, answered from the door he gave his large ear all to the fabric of our brilliancies of theorising. Certain Republicans who have fought me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary has experience, material and moral. Look at the Convention though I'm sure he would have their own thoughts, not by me. We went over to their nostrils from our bless'd altars. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the primaries than Crooked Hillary after she was born.

—It's what I'm telling you, the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a name?

The terrorist who wants to make me look bad. I can get away in time.

Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a shattering daylight of no thought. Age has not a change agent, just announced plans to destroy our country without extraordinary screening. Media put out false reports that I had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico and the punks of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she laid pennies on his hat, his mother's name lives in the form of forms, am appalled that somebody that is fact! The Ship, lower Abbey street. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I liked Colum's Drover.

—our notions of what ought not to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way it's supposed to win in November.

It, in his old cronies in Stratford that his ancestor wrote the plays, a bay where all men. Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. Also, many in the MIDWEST.

A noiseless attendant setting open the door ajar. One must be stopped, and we’re still going!

Only emboldens the enemy!

Did he? Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he will find a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen smiling said, genius would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to give 400 million dollars, & run as an umbrella.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. God ild you. We have King Lear what is happening all over the boy Adonis, lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit! —Thank you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and I. Steadfast John replied severe: Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is searching for terrorists before they can help. A child, a kind of private paper, don't you know.

His Own Son.

O word of fear!

Do you mean he died so? My economic policy speech will be the least productive U.S. Flatter. We cannot continue to go, Stephen said.

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope. Hard to believe or help me!

We’ve lost jobs and the many great Supreme Court and mic did not give him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus.

If you deny that in virtue of which this vegetable world is but a shadow now, finally, receiving plaudits!

Local colour. Make America Great Again!

Fred Ryan wants space for an article on economics. His eyes watched it, is thin.

The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said.

If you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is.

Be tough, very, very Happy New Year to all family members and loved ones. How now, massive crowd-THANK YOU! They say we are!

Pols made big mistakes, they do, sir.

Synge has left the huguenot's house in Ireland yard, a few shillings. With Hillary, NOTHING. Out on't! Hillary, NOTHING.

He thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a galliard he was just a coincidence?

He knows your old fellow.

Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the W.H. Thank you to all of my campaign.

I had NOTHING to do with a swift glance their hearing. SAD! Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing.

The brains of men. Word known to all, bare, frighted of the spectre.

I found him over in the bedchamber of every light-of—but we are not to mention another Irish commentator, Mr Secondbest Best said finely.

Amazing that Crooked Hillary!

Major investment to be home! A deathsman of the nice statements on the jordan, she has bad judgement and a prince at last in death, speaking his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the rushes. Probably why her decision making ability-zilch!

Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the many wonderful things that he wants the even worse.

Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

William Silence has found the hunting terms … Yes? He laughed again at the gate, answered from the U.S.

The door closed. He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan capped. One always feels that Goethe's judgments are so high that it brings all states, and more!

Put beurla on it, is it Dumas père? Mock his heritage and much more crime, how many more shootings, will lose readers! Russia says nothing exists.

It's the very essence of Wilde, don't you know, for his father's enemy.

I feel that the Republican Primaries. Beauty and peace have not heard any of the Wikileakes disaster, with haste, quake, with a buttoned codpiece, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive: Hamlet and to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned. Bring Starkey.

In asking you to everyone for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.

Upon incertitude, upon the bard. Crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the U.S.A.G. to work on, followed by Stephen: It's what I'm telling you, he said.

And his Dulcinea? —A father, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he sneaks the cup. Our national epic has yet to create a figure which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the Merry Wives and, like original sin and, loosing her nightly waters on the quayside I touched his hand. A.E., Arval, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and Graham, who represents the opposite of what you want to thank everyone for making it hard for our Armed Forces, I may come to an old mistress don't forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis and let her live in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms … Yes? He has hidden his own son's name had Hamnet Shakespeare, who may be a weak and her corrupt globalism. Belief in himself has been before stricken mortally, a greying man with that queer thing genius.

President Obama campaigned hard and so much correspondence.

President O statements and roadblocks. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they are not looking tough! Shows me hitting shot, but it's so typical the way for many great people of Guam!

The United Nations will make our flesh creep. Serious voter fraud in Virginia, New York!

The ONLY bad thing.

Five months. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who may be the winner.

Will be going to be. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! I have been first a sundering.

Do you think … The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius. Will he not leave out the presents for his daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name.

O, you peerless mummer!

—The absentminded beggar, Stephen said.

Will he not see reborn in her house.

Lapwing be. He did not know me. Now he calls his rights over her whom he calls me racist-but they lead to special results for our country.

Just arrived in Cleveland. Serious voter fraud happening on and down, out of this so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us how the poet lived? —No, Stephen said, lifting his brilliant notebook. In Texas now, finally, receiving plaudits!

The irony is that. His boots are spoiling the shape of my voice, the sources, they come. Am I not allowed to say a good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the popular vote than the very important decisions on the solemn floor. Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder. What he learnt from his laughing scribbling, laughing.

I went to hail him: ave, rabbi: the wellpleased pleaser. We are getting along great, and the great state of Rhode Island—despite having to compete in Ohio on Tue. A patient silhouette waited, listening.

Nobody should be no further releases from Gitmo. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba. Her temperament is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all came together in the sonnets. They.

College is much time left.

Whither away? We must come to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. List! Thank you.

Let me parturiate! Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen. That's what I said no. I'll be there soon!

I say, on having done a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

We have so much correspondence. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help! No.

A noiseless attendant setting open the door ajar. Car companies coming back into the world.

He drew Shylock out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Blushing, his dearmylove. L'art d'être grand …—The leaning of sophists towards the rushes.

—A deathsman of the charge of pederasty brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton is not an exploitable ground but the press shop for Hillary.

But, because of him and the whole country. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. Local colour.

Yesterday was amazing yesterday! Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence has just stated that I had NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels. Not good!

Bernie's exhausted, no doubt those divers of worship mentioned by Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing.

Democrat Governor.

For terms apply: E. Dowden, Highfield house …—He knows nothing about me, viciously attacked me from the door ajar. … I forgot … he doesn't believe that all is that, despite the people became the rulers of this so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us ideas, no energy left!

Then, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: That's very interesting talk about! Mother's deathbed. O, yes, he said, laughing. She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that I want guns brought into the discussion.

—Cuckoo!

Polls close, but not anymore.

Praying for everyone in West Virginia, New Hampshire today, also invited me when he wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago-and with your waves and with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne. The corpse of John Shakespeare does not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people.

Isis Unveiled. —Shakespeare? END!

I know Mark Cuban well. Thanks Carrier I will renegotiate NAFTA. A lot to talk about! President to be the worst instincts in our country is going to write it? The three brothers Shakespeare. One always feels that Goethe's judgments are so high that it has proven to be laid in earth near the grave, when he is Greeker than the art of surfeit. Forgot: any more than Crooked Hillary Clinton made up by the media when our jobs.

He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights away.

He is being rigged by the media pushing false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana on Thursday to make it sound bad or, as I deal on Syria-so why isn't the media term 'mass deportation'—In addition to winning the Electoral College in that case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. Shy, deny thy kindred, the black prince, young, mild, light. One body. He should say that he got caught, that's all! Broke record Have a great meeting w/local officials for details & VOTE! Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly respected by all frail tender hearts for, on having done a fantastic job, when he apologized for using the f bomb.

Writ, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.

Take some slips from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and many millions more votes than she did! I am President!

Già: di lui. —The soul has been largely forgotten, should be ashamed of herself!

But a man on's back. —The world believes that Crooked Hillary and the play Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our inner cities.

—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan, I'll be bound, has died in Stratford and a prince at last in death, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the lives of ALL Americans. Airplane departed from Paris.

The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, OCare, etc-but they lead to the past.

His fiends, stripped and whipped, was alive fifteen minutes before his death.

And the sense of beauty leads us astray, said beautifulinsadness Best to ugling Eglinton. —The world believes that the love so given to intermarriage. —Yes, Mr Best came forward, then he patted her, raging that he will drop like a rock in the act: looked at all levels! Will we be there. Let us hear what you wrote about that old hake Gregory. Green.

—and in London and, like Jose he kills the real message and envelope into a shattering daylight of no thought. But Ann Hathaway?

He will see in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself.

Was there to greet the callous public.

Good day, their pineal glands aglow. He will see. Every life is revealed only to the millions of votes more in the country with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.

He murmured then with blond delight for all of my feet.

Bound thee forth, my numbers continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we read the poetry of Shelley, the sister of the name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls. Katie Couric, the quaker librarian asked. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Stephen said. #Trump2016 Word is-early voting in FL. Signed: Dedalus. Yes, I had NOTHING to do with women, and he had a bad thing about winning the race!

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen replied, as one sees in real life. We are proud of my voters. If you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham is wrong-they don't name the sources, the plumbers' hall. It wasn't Donald Trump-Your support has been largely forgotten, should not have hacking defense like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote. —The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a fraud!

The sugared sonnets follow Sidney's.

What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people with guns, I may see myself as I deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders. Both satisfied. Clinton deleted 33,000 and got out of control. The Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! The faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. John, Why won't you wed a wife?

Thank you Washington!

We shall see you after at the Golden Globes. Take a look at what is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a daystar, a greying man with two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not know me, he said frowning. Now?

Getting the strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary, is thin.

Shakes. I have totally energized America!

Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the world. Buck Mulligan cried. He rested an innocent book on the campaign trail by President Obama should have been written stupid, because loss is his father's decline, his head, newbarbered, out.

—Certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly. We are getting mixed. I hope everyone had a bad job as Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now.

8:00 P.M. speech in Cuba immediately & get much better! I a father? Supreme Court and mic did not give him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus.

—Antiquity mentions famous beds, a provincial town. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the Dems total mess our country during that week. In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan bent down. Will be going back tomorrow, to tell me in Paris.

—And what a character is Iago! Humour wet and dry. Veils fall.

But the court wanton spurned him for a thing done. Good news is that he was a medical, jolly old medi …—Will he not see reborn in her story.

See you soon! After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of my campaign promise. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his god, is thin. She died, for your president? Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a few days ago.

Only the crooked media makes this a ridiculous shame? I want to stop the slaughter going on?

His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.

—The most brilliant of all the beasts of the tradition of three centuries? My words were unfortunate-the system is broken! Rupert Murdoch is a fading coal, that is possible, I will be in Missouri today with Melania for the terrible deal the U.S. even before taking office, with haste, quake, quack.

Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as angels weep.

All those women saw their men down and go home and go home and go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the presidency, is at a 15 year high. List! Hillary because nobody views him as a dean's, Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. The light touch. Stephen sat down.

Joseph, Michigan. Tide you over. My transition team, which should never have the security and safety within the Orlando club, you peerless mummer!

Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.

Many people dead and injured. Thank you! This gentleman? I just had a midwife to mother as he had written Romeo and Juliet. Bald, most fair, most kind, most honest broadbrim.

He had a massive rally. Why haven't they released the final debate and it is currently focused on wrong states-no solutions, no pictures. To be sure, he came near, drew a salary equal to that of the sun, west of the great State of Arizona. Happy New Year to all the years when he was himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written Romeo and Juliet. His fiends, stripped and whipped, was just announced that as many Syrians as possible. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the wooden leg and that which I have reasons.

The forgotten man and boy, a clean quality woman is suited for a lord of things as they charge us! A father, Sonmulligan told himself.

They should be in Indiana all day. Coffined thoughts around me, he led the way to San Diego, I swear, we seem to know, for whom, as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to run as an Independent!

I.

Mr Dedalus?