#he can sniff them out like a dog sniffs for truffles

[mortispoxi]

The only time we ever got an age range for Drumknott is when he's described by William de Worde as being a young man in The Truth, which by its definition means he was anywhere between 18 and 25 years old during the events of the story, but it's never specified how old he actually is.

Drumknott canonically being a young man is wild to think about since we also know The Truth takes place approximately 4 years after the events of Men at Arms, which is when he makes his first introduction to the series as just a regular palace clerk. So, with all that in mind, it is not entirely out of the realm of possibility to think that Drumknott started working under Vetinari when he was an older teen and then became his secretary when he turned 18.

Granted, Drumknott is excellent at what he does so he was always a shoe in for the position, but even so, Vetinari really hired this kid and then later went "Yes, I trust this teenager with my life. I’m going to promote him to be in charge of all the files."

[ash3d-darling]

"Mrooow?"— Ramshackle x cat reader Hcs.

GN READER. Cw: death/injury joke, may possibly be OOC In which, reader is a strangely smart cat— a specific three scraps’s cat. did they adopt reader? Of course not! Yet they’re here to stay ****************************************************** • Now, how exactly did they all meet? Cat!reader found them a stash of beans, and the scraps gave them affection. That’s it. And from then on cat!reader stuck around!

“No, we are not keeping that thing- we can barely afford to feed ourselves.” Stone said harshly. “But stooneee,” skipp whined, “they found us beans!” stone was silent for a moment, hearing what just came out of the other male’s mouth. “what the f—”

•They ended up letting cat!reader hang around, as long as they kept finding things for them.

•also, they nicknamed cat!reader whiskers. Of course they still call the kitty by name, but it’s just more fun that way. they’re truly a little endearing pack, aren’t they. •Vinnie definitely treats them like a truffle pig or bloodhound, having them sniff around for everything they need

•She also gave cat! a little bandanna! (even if it’s a little worn down, its still lovely<3) • I imagine them having a little stack of old newspapers laying kinda like a nest? Right by where they all sleep

• I can see the two of them’s relationship could be like an orange cat and a black cat.

• Skipp likes to practice his music with cat!reader around, as cat!reader always give feedback- whether it’s a flick of their tail or a purr, he’s appreciative

•It’s the same with any of his other hobbies, they’re always right there.

•Skipp is usually the one to carry them, in his arms or on his shoulders.

•The two of them’s relationship is most definitely like a golden retriever who talks, and a black cat who listens.

•Stones an interesting one,, if skipp’s not carrying them, they’re most likely laying on his shoulders!

• I love the idea that he calls them whiskers the most out of the three.

•Sometimes when Stone’s laying down or finally took it off, they’ll snuggle into his coat.

•I imagine the two of them’s relationship is like two black cats. One caring brooding void, and one silly void!

•This isn’t to say cat!reader’s an angel, no. They’re really quite a trouble-maker to the town, honestly.

•No one can’t leave bread of fruit on shelves or vendors, lest they scamper off with it. • I can see cat!reader picking fights with the actual “proper” pets, cat or dog but especially birds.

•Their first reaction to maggot was to immediately lightly bap his face, but then they felt bad so they started caring for him.

• When the pageant came, cat!reader begrudgingly switched out their bandanna for a white “necktie” (it was just a clean piece of ribbon)

•I can see cat!reader ending up scratching someone who booed at maggot

•I imagine that when the fight happened, they were going all out and ended up being like that party cat meme. “Beauty pageant horror!: rogue feline attack, 5 dead 9 injured”

• All in all, I see Maggot & cat!reader’s relationship like; weird kitten/over-protective sibling cat BONUS: they were given a toy mouse by maggot

((I have never done anything like this, so feedback is appreciated! Feel free to send asks if you’d like as well, I’ll get back to them soon as possible!!))

[fieldofdaisiies]

Modern AU. Azriel and Eris meet in an interesting place and find out they don't really get along so well. A little dispute erupts. If they only knew what years later their life would look like. for @azrisweek | azrisweek masterlist | read on ao3 | no warnings

Shadow‘s first hiss is directed at no one in particular, but at the same time probably at everyone else in the waiting room. She doesn’t like many people in general, and most definitely not vets, or strangers.

Her second hiss, though, is directly for the curious greyhound putting its snout against the bars of her little cage, sniffing loudly, staring inside with his big, brown eyes, his tail wiggling happily behind him.

Azriel frowns at the dog, pulling the box a little closer to him. Shadow hisses again, growling loudly, but the dog is unaffected. It rather seems to excite him, and he pushes forward again, his leash straining. 

“She doesn’t like that,” Azriel says matter-of-factly, hoping the dog’s owner can hear him. Not only does his little cat not like that, but he himself isn’t the biggest fan of dogs either.

“Sorry, he won’t cause your cat any harm, he is just very curious,” the red-haired man who is a little too handsome for Azriel’s liking, says in a polished voice. 

The man pulls on the leash, and his dog takes a tiny step back, but stretches his neck so far that he can still ogle the inside of the small transport box atop Azriel’s lap. 

Azriel frowns and Shadow hisses again, baring her teeth, but the dog stays absolutely unaffected about her displeasure. It seems like he wants to get to know her, and Azriel hates it.

“Can’t he be curious anywhere else?” he snaps.

“He is a young dog and he has never had an interaction with a cat before,” the man says in a calm voice. “You must understand his interest.” 

But I don’t, Azriel wants to say, but keeps calm. He only hugs the transport box a little tighter, glancing between the greyhound and its owner with scrunched brows. 

Eris once again pulls lightly on the leash and this time Ares really walks back to his owner, almost looking a little sad. Disappointed. Eris gently pats his head, then scratches behind his ears and the young hound begins to wiggle his tail again.

Azriel averts his gaze, his lips pursed. Chatter of the other people in the waiting room becomes louder, while the two men fall silent. 

>>>>>>>>>

A good ten minutes later, Eris can’t stand it any longer. He doesn’t like to have bad interactions with people, and he doesn’t like where their conversation ended.

“I am sorry that other animals bother you, but this is a vet,” Eris grumbles, not wanting to let the silence sit between them. It is uncomfortable, and at the same time the man with the dark brown hair and beautiful eyes sparks his interest. He has never seen a man so beautiful before, and somehow he finds himself getting interested in the mysterious dog owner.

Azriel’s gaze lifts, he is still glowering.. “I know that this is a vet.”

“Then you should know that your little princess in there isn’t the only animal here.”

“She is not a princess,” Azriel murmurs, placing a protective hand atop the box.

“You’re right,” Eris agrees. “She is a demon, hissing and growling inside her little cave.”

Azriel wants to tell the man that she is not a demon and that he should take it back, but he doesn’t want to cause a scene, so he only shakes his head, his nostrils flaring with annoyance.

“At least she isn’t a little truffle pig who has to sniff every little corner and nook and presses her snout into every—”

“Mr Marino and Shadow, room one, please,” the receptionist calls from behind her desk, gesturing towards the first room in the corridor. “Mr Vanserra and Ares, room two, the little guy needs to be weighed first.”

Eris rises and Ares presses against his leg, knowing there is no way back now and nervousness kicks in. Gone is the former curiosity, now replaced by fear. He doesn’t move. Not a single step and so all Eris can do is pick up the still young, but already quite large hound and carry him to the room. 

He hates the triumphant laugh that leaves the man—Mr Marino. He feels angry and holds a whimpering Ares close to his chest. “Good luck with your little demon,” he then quickly throws over his shoulder at the man almost having disappeared into room 1 and a mischievous grin splits his lips.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Shadow!” Azriel tries again, this time a little louder. “Shadow, it is getting dark.”

He has no idea where has once again run off to, but he really needs her to return soon. Or rather, now.

It is getting dark and he starts to worry that something will happen to her when she is out alone, at night, in the city.

It was silly to let her out, Azriel thinks. Sometimes it might really be easier to have a—

“Having trouble finding your little demon?” 

Oh, this polished, rich voice, Azriel thinks, I would remember it everywhere. He turns on the pavement with a frown on his face, then gives the man walking toward him a once-over. “Mr Vanserra,” he greets in a flat tone, his face unreadable, despite the attraction and annoyance brewing within him.

“Mr Marino,” the dog owner bows his head and stops, his greyhound sitting down beside him, well-behaved as Azriel expected. Of course, he would be a good boy…

“She is only out for a stroll,” Azriel answers tightly. “Which is actually none of your business.”

“You’re shouting around in front of my flat, so it actually is my business, Mr Marino.” The man lowers his hand, softly stroking over the head of his greyhound who starts to wiggle his tail in response, his big eyes turned upon Azriel, watching him intensely.

“Your flat!?” Azriel asks, giving the male across him an incredulous look.

He can’t believe it. That, out of all things, this has to happen. Mr Vanserra, this prick with his well-behaved animal is basically his neighbour? And he only finds out about it now?

“I‘m not shouting around, I‘m only looking for my cat,” Azriel answers tightly, glancing past the man in hopes to catch a glimpse of his little demon.

“So you admit that you’ve lost her.” A grin appears on the man’s lips.

“She is out for a stroll.”

“That’s why dogs are simply better, they can’t get lost. Ares here would never run away, he‘s a really good boy.” Mr Vanserra smiles proud, offering a little treat he pulls out of his pocket, to the greyhound. The dog seems to be absolutely excited, barking happily in response. Or thanks.

Azriel only huffs. “Just because he sticks to you like a post-it, doesn’t mean dogs are better. In my opinion, cats are still the better, and more amazing animals. I could actually write you a whole essay on why that is the case.” Now Azriel is the one to grin in triumph, but it falters quickly when the man opposite him hums lowly, a mischievous glint appearing in the russet of his eyes.

“Is that so, Mr Marino?” He raises a neatly trimmed brow and takes a step forward. “Let me suggest something then.”

Azriel’s throat bobs at the sudden closeness, his skin tightening the slightest bit. For a split second, his gaze drops to the other‘s lips, and his breath catches.

Why does he all of a sudden think about kissing Mr Vanserra? Maybe so he would shut up about how amazing dogs are?! Azriel ponders.

“Let‘s meet for dinner instead?” Eris steps into him, a sensual smile on his lips. His gaze drops to Azriel’s mouth before sliding back to his eyes, glowing in the light of the lampost. “And then you tell me your first name and all about how amazing cats are?”

>>>>>>>>>>> 

Azriel crosses the street and halts promptly. Or rather is stopped promptly. By a dog. More specifically, a greyhound, pushing up on his hind legs, trying to lick over Azriel’s face.

Azriel tries to stay calm and gentle, softly pushing the dog's paws away from him, but he is not successful as the dog manages to lick over his palms, coating them in his saliva.

The date with Eris (Azriel really hopes it was a date and not just a dinner between neighbours) was phenomenal. They talked for hours and despite favouring different pets, realised that they are more similar than they thought. They actually talked until the early morning hours and could have continued even then. It was strange, and ever since this dinner, Azriel can’t stop thinking about the feeling within his chest. 

Yes, he thinks, my heart is beating for Eris Vanserra, and that only after having had dinner with him one time. But he wishes they could do it again. And again. And many other things. But right now, he has other priorities.

Azriel tries to sidestep the dog again, but it is not possible as Ares starts to jump now, happy to see him again. During the dinner, the greyhound mostly slept on his feet, not wanting to move away from Azriel, and started to dramatically whimper when he was about to leave.

So Azriel knows he has to go about this differently. The dog loves him, and he would never want to hurt him, but he also really needs to go home now.

“Good boy,” Azriel says, grimacing slightly and trying to push past the dog. “Where is your owner?”

“Are you looking for me, Azriel?” Eris rounds the corner, a smug look on his face. “I didn’t expect to find you with Ares.” The slight smirk quickly turns into a bright grin.

“Eris,” Azriel says, dipping his chin and the dog licks over the whole length of his lower arm. Azriel grimaces and takes another step to the side, lifting his arms.

Eris must sense his discomfort, so he pats his thigh and says, “Ares, be a good boy, and come here.”

The dog follows but not without hesitation, heartbroken over having to let go of Azriel. 

A relieved sigh leaves Azriel, but the corners of Eris' lips drop. It seems as if he tries to push the sudden sadness away, fixing a smile on his face, but Azriel has already seen how he actually feels and wants to say something but doesn’t know what.

So he opts for the less awkward thing and walks past Eris and the dog who starts to sniff again, trying to reach Azriel with his snout. But Eris holds him between his legs, not allowing him to move any further away.

“I‘ll see you around,” Azriel says tightly, his own heart all of a sudden hurting the slightest bit.. He looks back at Eris who is still looking at him, watching him leave.

“Hopefully soon.” A sad smile appears on the man‘s face and Azriel wants a hole in the ground to open that will swallow him wholly. He wants to stay, wipe the sadness, that he isn’t quite sure where it came from, from Eris’ face. But he also doesn’t know what to say more, how to make the situation less awkward, and so leaving is the most logical option.

But also the option that somehow hurts him. Hurts him a lot.

>>>>>>>>

Just like the previous three days, this one wasn’t any better. Azriel has been thinking about Eris nonstop, wanting to see him again, wanting them to go on a date again and wanting to apologise for being so weirdly around his hound. He is not scared, but apprehensive.

This day is actually worse. It has been six hours now that Shadow hasn’t come home and even calling for her turned up to be unsuccessful. So Azriel is sitting on needles, waiting for her to come home, his balcony door wide open.

Not even his home work-out helped, his body is sticky with sweat now, his shirt somewhere discarded, but he can’t go showering now. Not when she might come home exactly when he is in the shower and can’t greet her.

Azriel lets his head hang between his legs, sitting on the couch. He closes his eyes, trying to listen to any sounds coming from the outside, hoping to hear her.

But it is silent apart from a few cars — it is already dark outside, so less people are in the streets.

Azriel exhales a long sigh, and when he rises to grab himself something to drink, his phone rings.

Eris Vanserra is written on the screen and immediately his heartbeat picks up in speed. Despite his worry about his cat, Azriel reaches for his phone. Maybe the man can distract him. 

“Azriel,” he answers after picking up.

“Your little demon is sleeping on my couch.“

Azriel is out the door within seconds, quickly putting on some slippers and a hoodie and then starts to run across the street to Eris‘ place who is already waiting for him with an open door. He can’t quite believe what the man told him, so he needs to see it with his own eyes. Shadow is sleeping on Eris’ couch? That sounds like it comes straight from a movie.

“Shadow is here?” Azriel asks happily, almost lunging at Eris and hugging him tightly. He is completely out of breath, but joy drowns out his exhaustion.

His little baby is fine and his world all of a sudden is very alright.

“Sleeping on my couch,“ Eris answers with a tight smile. “I told you she is a little demon. I was working in my office, leaving the balcony door open and forgot about it, only to return there hours later and find the little black floof ball on my couch.”

Azriel can‘t avoid it, he chortles loudly. Eris allows him to step inside, and together they walk to the living room, the balcony door now closed, Shadow still happily napping, just like Ares on the carpet next to her.

“Thank you. I really thought something happened to her.” Azriel blows out a long breath, the smile not fading from his lips.

But Eris shakes his head. “Nothing to thank me for. I didn’t find her, she rather found me.” He laughs, and Azriel’s cheeks gain a bit of colour. He loves the sound of Eris‘ voice, but when he laughs, his knees always feel a little wobbly and his heart starts to beat faster.

Azriel moves a little closer to Eris, fidgeting with his fingers, his cheeks warming even more and his throat feeling a little dry all of a sudden. “I also wanted to apologise, so this is actually a good opportunity.” 

“What for?” Eris queries and raises a brow. It is clear he doesn’t understand what Azriel is aiming at. He lets his hands fall to his sides, suddenly feeling compassion when he notices how Azriel’s shoulders sag and how uncertain he all of a sudden appears.

“For behaving so weirdly around your dog.”

“There’s no shame in being scared of dogs,” Eris responds in a kind tone. A little smile appears on his lips.

But Azriel shakes his head. “It is silly, especially when he is such a good dog and so well behaved.”

“It is always good to be careful around dogs you don’t know, Azriel. I think it is very smart, you shouldn’t blindly trust a dog.” Eris takes a step closer to the man opposite him. “It takes time to trust a dog, and to earn their trust and allow them into your personal space.”

“You seemed sad though. Last time when I tried to get him off me.”

“I was sad that you hurried away. I wanted to…keep you there for a little longer so we could talk for a little longer because it felt so right last time,, but you were in such a rush.” Eris sighs.

Azriel’s eyes widen in slight surprise, his shoulders lifting the slightest bit. “Oh,” he breathes.

His heart starts to happily sing within his chest because Eris actually wants to spend more time with him. He will get over his slight fear of dogs for the man, Azriel knows this at that moment. Because he likes the man, and is more than attracted to him, and he won’t waste this because he isn’t too fond of dogs. 

For a small moment, both men only smile at each other, surrounded by silence and the soft snores of Ares. 

“Well, since you are here now, and they seem to get along just fine—” Eris steps into Azriel, his hand tentatively falling to the other man‘s hand, their mouths only inches apart. “I will just ask you now: would you like to go on another date with me.”

Azriel‘s grin is enough of an answer.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Good morning,” Eris hums, his voice raspy, his lips pressed against the soft skin of Azriel’s neck. 

The man stirs awake, a lazy smile spreading over his face. “My legs are numb,” Azriel mumbles, his voice equally hoarse and making goosebumps appear on Eris’ skin. He laughs, the noise a little muffled against Azriel’s skin and embraces his boyfriend a little tighter.

Since moving in together, Ares hasn’t spent a night not sleeping on Azriel. Just like Shadow, who fell in love with Eris and since her first night in the new place has been sleeping on Eris‘ pillow, above his head.

“How things change, huh?” Eris says, fingers drawing idle circles around Azriel’s belly button. “Who would have thought we would end up like this.”

“Not me,” Azriel chuckles, wanting to turn in his boyfriend’s hold to kiss him but is quickly stopped by the heavy weight atop his legs.

“I‘m only worried that Ares will one day love you more than me.”

A snort leaves Azriel. “I‘m worried you‘ll soon love Shadow more than me.”

“We have a special connection,” Eris muses with a grin on his lips.

“Yes, the mean energy connects you.” Azriel starts to chuckle but yelps when Eris pinches his butt. 

“I‘m not mean,” he grumbles. “Unless you want me to, shall I remind you of last night, when you begged me to be oh so very mean to you, my love.” This time he doesn’t pinch his boyfriend’s butt, but softly smacks it.

Azriel feels his cheeks flush and warm and throws Eris a look over his shoulder, still unable to move. Mischief sparks in the amber of his boyfriend’s eyes, glowing softly in the early morning sunlight trickling in through the blinds.

“You can’t tell me I‘m wrong, baby.” Leaning in, Eris kisses Azriel’s lips and then descends upon his jaw to his ear, licking over it softly. “Your pretty little moans and groans gave you away.“ He nips at his earlobe and then places a trail of kisses down his neck to his shoulder. 

Azriel groans deeply and this is when Shadow stirs awake, reaching out her paw to place it on Eris‘ shoulder and when she yawns her tiny claws ever so slightly sink into his skin.

In a less sensual and rather playful tone, Eris says, “I assume we are staying in bed all day, as neither of them seems too eager to get up.” His laughter makes his chest vibrate against Azriel’s back.

“Staying in bed all day with you three doesn’t sound too bad.” He smiles to himself and closes his eyes, relishing in the warmth of his boyfriend and the dog lying on his legs, and the sound of Shadow‘s soft purs.

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[doggiesdogsblog]

Helping your dog use their Sense of smell more.

Do you know humans have six million olfactory receptors but dogs have up to 300 million! This super sense of smell enables your dog to discover buried truffles, find lost hikers or even locate cadavers beneath the water. It stands to reason then, that you should somehow be harnessing this amazing power in your own dogs.

Most domestic dogs today are a bit out of practice to use their nose. But the good news is with just a little planning and patience, you can add fun scent games to help your furry friend utilize this untapped smell power more!

Dogs are born trackers of prey, competitors and other predators. Take advantage of this by placing the scent of a new animal into your waggy dog's yard and see if he picks up on it.

To begin, give an old towel or rag to a friend and have him rub it all over his dog or cat. Then, without your furry friend present, place the cloth out of sight somewhere in the yard, beneath a bush or behind a tree. Then let your dog out and see whether he can find the scent! You can try this randomly with the scent of different animals to keep your furry friend guessing.

Let your dog find the treat. This is a simple way to enhance your dog's scenting prowess. It requires you to do nothing but place treats randomly around the house in the hopes that your furry friend will locate them by scent. Once he finds the first one, he will quickly key into the possibility of finding others with his nose. Start by placing one or two treats down in full view, while he is not present in the room. Repeat this process, but begin placing the treats in less obvious places like in the corner of a room, just beneath a sofa or coffee table, or even partially beneath a doggie cushion. You will soon see him scenting for them rather than looking for them. Vary placement and quantity.

Food isn't the only thing dogs are interested in smelling. Unique scents such as essential oils can motivate dogs and will excite their tracking instincts. To start, get a favorite toy (a ball works well) and put a few drops of essential oil onto it. You can play a quick game of indoor fetch, followed by a reward. Do so several times in a day. Then hide the ball and let your furry friend look for it. Keep at it and praise the dog when he follows the scent. When he does find the ball, reward him! Once mastered in the house, move it out into the yard. After that you can change the scent and the toy and begin again. You can any thing your dog likes the smell of like chicken fat, peanut butter or cream cheese.

Here's a simple way to rev up your dog's sense of smell. Get some small tasty treats like a bit of turkey meat or cheese as they have strong aroma. Take it into your palm and make a loose, palm-down fist. Then offer your dog that fist and let him sniff. Tell him to find the treat. Once he has sniffed the right hand, offer him the treat. Repeat this a few times. Then do this alternating the hand in which you place the treat. As you continue, wait until you can see his nose really alert on the treat hand before opening up. The idea is to teach him that the location of treat varies and can be found only by scenting it out.

Domestic dogs know they will find a meal in the same spot every day. But what if, when you called him for dinner and place his bowl in a different spot one day? Your dog will instantly begin looking for it sniffing excitedly and find his bowl in seconds. The next day, hide the bowl somewhere across your home and call him for dinner. It will take him a bit longer to find it, but he will find it. Once you've established this game, move his bowl once or twice per week and make him hunt it down.

Here's one that uses you as the treat. While your dog is distracted somewhere in the home, hide under a bed, in a closet or somewhere he wouldn't normally expect you to be. Then just wait. He will inevitably begin searching for you. Once he finds you, praise and reward! If you are in a closet and you hear him sniff at the door, you'll know he's doing what dogs have done for centuries. You can play this game with your furry friend even outdoors.

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[whumphoarder]

Death by Waffles

Summary: When Tony decides to adopt a cat for Morgan, Peter is almost more excited about it than the six-year-old. He just failed to mention one minor issue before coming to visit at the lake house for the weekend.

Or, in which Peter is horrifically allergic to cats but JUST LOVES THEM SO MUCH.

Word count: 1,638

Genre: Fluff, slight whump, humor

A/N: Thanks to @xxx-cat-xxx & @sallyidss for beta reading and giving me ideas! 

Link to read on Ao3

“I still think we should have called him Winston Furrchill,” Tony says with a shrug, watching Peter, who’s sitting cross legged on the living room floor, grinning ear-to-ear, stroking the long-haired cat’s fur.

“That’s so boorrring, Daddy,” Morgan complains. She grabs the little feather teaser and dangles it in front of the cat’s face. He lifts a paw lazily to bat at it. “All your ideas were so boring.”

“What are you talking about?” Tony balks at her, eliciting giggles from Peter and a dramatic groan from the six-year-old. “My ideas were gold. Mr. Meowgi. Bill Clawsby. Genghis Khat.”

Peter snaps once and shoots a finger gun Tony’s direction. “Luke Skywhisker!” he throws in, causing Morgan to groan. “Ooh! Call him Nick Furr-y!”

“No! His name is Waffles!” Morgan exclaims, throwing up her hands in exasperation and causing the kitty in question to dart across the room and dive into his favorite hiding place—the cardboard box that his brand new, untouched, three-hundred-dollar cat tree came in. Tony just rolls his eyes; it’s behavior like this that makes him almost regret spending the last four days in the workshop designing that damn feline an elaborate catwalk and perch system spanning every room of the lake house.

(Almost.)

Morgan sticks her lip out in a pout.

“Aw, Mo, we were just teasing,” Peter says, patting her arm with a kind smile. “Waffles is a great name—I love it.”

That seems to console her. She grins back at him. “It’s ‘cus when we brought him home, he was really scared the first day and he just wanted to hide under my bed. So Daddy said I could eat breakfast in my room with him so he’d feel safer, but then I had to go to the bathroom and when I was gone he stole my waffle,” she rambles.

Peter quirks an eyebrow. “Your cat ate a waffle?”

Morgan nods. “Uh-huh, and then he puked it up again on the carpet!” she explains cheerfully.

“Ah yes, fond memories…” Tony mutters.

“So I named him Waffles,” Morgan concludes. “But I almost called him Syrup, ‘cus he got that on his paws when he walked on the plate, and then he ran around everywhere and it was all sticky. Mommy says that’s why we got ants after.”

While Peter snorts out a laugh, Tony just runs a hand over his face and sighs. “It’s been a long week.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Peter laughs, rubbing a hand at his eyes. He uncrosses his legs and gets to his feet to walk over to the box where Morgan is trying to lure Waffles out again. “I always wanted a cat, but May never let me get one—said they were too much hassle.”

“They are,” Tony says emphatically.

“Are not,” Morgan disagrees. As Peter sits down by the box, she picks up the bag of kitty treats and starts shaking it, causing Waffles to poke his head out. She pours out three little treats onto her open palm. He sniffs them suspiciously, then turns his nose up and buries himself back in the box.

Morgan turns to Tony and shrugs. “I don’t think he likes chicken flavor anymore. You gotta get him the salmon ones, Daddy.”

“But you told me this morning that he doesn’t like salmon,” Tony argues. “He only eats the premium chicken with gravy.”

Morgan shakes her head. “No, no that’s his wet food. He only eats dry salmon, and wet chicken. And sometimes tuna, but only that one in the blue bag.”

“And waffles,” Peter throws in with a wry smile, sitting down to start stroking the cat inside the box. “Don’t forget the waffles, Mr. Stark.”

“At this rate, I’m thinking it’d be better to just install a cat flap and let him find his own mice for dinner,” Tony grumbles.

As if on cue, Waffles meows irritably and leaps out of the cardboard box, straight onto Peter’s lap. However in doing so, the cat’s fluffy tail tickles the kid’s nose. Peter sneezes twice—rather violently—startling the cat to the point that it shoots across the room and climbs halfway up the drapes.

“Waffles!” Morgan cries and races after him.

Sniffling a bit, Peter gives a sheepish smile. “Whoops.”

Tony rolls his eyes and extends a hand to help lever the kid up again. Peter rubs at his eyes again—which Tony notices are redder than usual. He raises an eyebrow suspiciously. “Are you sure ‘too much hassle’ was the only reason May was against you having cats?”

Something flashes across Peter’s face, but it’s gone just as soon as it appears. “Yeah, yeah of course. Well, that and she’s more of a dog person, really, but they’re not allowed in the apartment.”

“Hm.” Tony glances at his watch. “Alright, well it’s almost His Royal Highness’ dinner time.” He gestures to the kitchen. “Let’s go see if we can get him to choke down some caviar and truffles or something…”

X

Three hours later, Tony can’t ignore the signs any longer. After witnessing Peter’s third sneezing fit since dinner, he privately pulls the kid out into the kitchen. “Pete, c’mon,” he sighs. “Just admit it already.”

Taking a tissue from the box Tony holds out to him, Peter shrugs innocently. “Alright, you got me. Guess I’m coming down with a cold.” He wipes his nose.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “A cold that began ten minutes after entering our home and has only gotten progressively worse since?”

Peter chuckles a bit. “Yeah, go figure, right? Perfect timing for my weekend off. What does Doctor Banner call that again?” He tilts his head to the side in thought. “Starts with an L…”

“Pete…”

“Leisure sickness!” he recalls, his face lighting up. “That’s the word. Think I’ve got that.”

Rolling his eyes, Tony starts ticking each symptom off on his fingers. “Your nose is running, your eyes are watery, you’re sneezing—”

“Which is all from the cold,” Peter cuts him off. He coughs twice into his elbow. “See? Sick.”

Tony scoffs. “In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never once admitted to being sick unprompted.” He pauses a beat. “Including that time you were actively vomiting.”

Peter rubs a hand at the back of his neck and gives a sheepish grin. “So I'm really demonstrating growth, then, huh?”

Tony ignores him and soldiers on. “You’re itching,” he says, gesturing to the red welts emerging on Peter’s forearms and neck. “You’re getting a rash—”

Peter tugs his hoodie sleeves down to cover them. “I think that’s the new laundry soap I’ve been using...”

Tony blinks at him. “Your eyes are bright red, kid.”

Peter opens his mouth to retort something, but then closes it again. He drops his gaze to the floor and lets out a hard sigh. “Okay… okay you’re right,” he admits. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t wanna say it around Morgan.” He looks up and, with a totally straight expression, whispers, “I’ve been smoking weed, Mr. Stark. I’m actually tripping balls right now.”

“Peter, just admit that you’re allergic to cats!”

“Huh?” Morgan cries from the living room where she has her kitty on her lap while she watches Curious George. “Peter’s allergic to Waffles?!” The cat dives off her lap and out into the kitchen, hiding behind Peter’s leg.

Peter winces. Then his nose wrinkles up and he sneezes four times into his wad of tissues. When he draws in his next breath, it’s more of a wheeze.

Tony heaves out a sigh. “Alright, we’re done here.” He bends down and scoops the cat up. “Waffles is staying in Pep’s office for the remainder of this weekend.”

“What?” Morgan blurts.

“Yeah, what?” Peter echos, snatching the cat back from Tony’s arms. “You can’t do that!”

“Pete, he’s making you sick,” Tony points out as Peter sneezes yet again. “If you’re already this bad in three hours, how do you expect to breathe in a couple more days?”

Peter looks stricken. “But… But you don’t understand.” He hugs the cat a little tighter and Tony swears he can see fresh hives emerging on Peter’s neck. “I just love him so much, Mr. Stark,” he says earnestly. “I would honestly die for this cat.”

Tony sighs and pats his shoulder consolingly. “Yeah, and that’s looking more and more like it might become reality, kiddo...”

X

It takes some convincing—and a bit of bribery—but eventually he gets the kids to agree to his plan. In the end, Morgan and Peter settle for a six-foot-tall ‘Royal Castle Kitty Condo’ (complete with a litter moat) in exchange for Waffles’ temporary banishment. He then sends Peter to the guest room while he and Morgan transfer the cat’s most essential supplies into the office, grateful for once that Pepper’s staying downtown this weekend.

Waffles promptly makes himself at home on the very top of her bookshelf—after first knocking over two glass figurines and a meticulously ordered stack of papers, sending legal documents flying around the room.

(Tony wonders just what kind of royal castle equivalent he’s going to have to bribe Pepper with when she gets back.)

X

It’s 12:16 a.m. when Tony remembers that they forgot to give Waffles his anti-hairball paste that evening and comes grumbling out of bed to do so.

It’s 12:19 a.m. when Tony opens the office door to see Peter, sitting on the floor with that damn cat curled up in his lap, wheezing out a high-pitched chant of, “Who’s a good kitty? Who’s a good boy?” between puffs of his inhaler as he strokes Waffles’ fur.

It’s 12:21 a.m. when Tony just gives up trying to reason with the kid and goes raiding the bathroom cabinets for Benadryl.

X

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Sleepover Secrets

This is my first commission and its for the wonderful and the lovely @gytech !! Thank you so very much for trusting me to write such a cute and lovely fic for you. It means a lot and it was super fun to write. I hope you enjoy and like this piece!!!!! -Star

Pairing: Jiroumomo (Jirou x Yaoyorozu) 

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Rating: General Audience 

Word Count: 4313

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Jirou closed her locker with a hard thud. She didn’t mean for it to be that loud but today's hero training lesson really shook her up. She thought she was getting better with her technical moves but she had been beaten in nearly every match today and all she wanted to do was lock herself in her dorm room and busted out her newest cd of a rock and roll band she had been dying to listen to too. That's all she wanted. 

“You were really strong out there today.” Of course Momo would complement her. She could see how flustered she was and now Jirou had to keep her face cool enough so the gorgeous goddess like figure that was Momo Yaoyorozu didn’t see the blush forming on her face. 

“Oh um thanks.You were amazing, naturally.” She smiled back. 

Yaoyorozu finished hanging up her outfit all nice and neat. It always made Jirou laugh as she would tuck her scarlet red suit inside her locker while Uraraka would simply cram hers into that small space before running to the bathroom to empty her stomach. Yikes. 

“So Jirou.” Momo trailed off. “Do you maybe want to have a sleepover? I overheard some of the boys talk about having their own and I thought I would like to give it a try.” 

A small laugh came out of Jirou’s mouth. “Give it a try?’ She was met with a simple nod as they both finished smoothing out the skirts of their uniforms. “Wait. Yaoyorozu, have you never been to a sleepover before?” 

The much taller girl turned bright pink as she began to pack up her things. Momo was one to get flustered or overthink everything constantly but this seemed more, embarrassed? She began to fiddle with her hair tie as she began to pull back her dark locks.

“It's not like I haven’t been invited to them as a child, I just don’t think that maids pampering the guests and I really count as the true experience, yeah know?” It was almost comical of how rich Momo was and how often her class forgot it. It made a little bit of sense that she hadn’t had the true experience, after all living in a mansion was kinda like a permanent fort. 

“Well luckily for you. I am an expert. I’ll turn my room into a kick ass pillow fort and we can watch movies and have snacks.” 

“Pillow fort?” She turned her head almost like a cute puppy dog who just got offered to go on a walk. 

Jirous smile fell. “ Please tell me-” Another shrug and slightly embarrassed smile. “Alright, that's okay, it will be better this way. More of a surprise. My rooms a bit small but we can probably squeeze some more girls-”

Momo held up her hand and looked around as the other girls were starting to head out. Her voice was much quieter this time as if she didn’t want the others to hear. 

“Actually. I was wondering if maybe it could just be us?” Momo asked shyly. 

No matter how hard she tried, Jirou would not be able to contain the flush of red that spread across her cheeks. She didn’t know why she was slightly panicking. They were friends, best friends even and have hung out alone many times before. They studied, listened to music and occasionally fell asleep on the common room couch together, but for some reason, Momo asking it to be just them felt different. It was odd and was bringing up feelings she wasn’t sure she could handle right now. 

“Oh yeah of course.” Deep breath in. And out. “How about tomorrow?” That should be enough time to emotionally prepare. 

The bell rang through the locker room signaling it was time for them to head to their next class. 

“I’ll bring snacks.” Momo said happily as she took her bag and headed out. 

Jirou smiled to herself while poking her ear jacks together. Behind her she heard a coo and a giggle. Her eyes widened as Mina was practically glowing from hearing other conversations. 

“You two are super cute!” The pink alien giggled which made her face redden further. “Don’t be such a bashful doll, Momo is super into you!” Mina always knew the drama and could sniff it out like a little piggy with truffles. Of course she had seen through her face. 

A small pain of sadness ran through her. “She's not-” Jirou frowned but dropped the subject. Mina could sense the shift in mood and laced her arm through hers as they began to walk to English. 

“Well you still want to give her the best slumber party ever. I’ll help you set up tomorrow.” 

“Thanks Mina.” 

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It was Saturday which meant no school and most importantly, the smartest and cutest girl would be coming over to spend the night. Jirou was bright and early to make sure she turned her room into a pillow wonderland. She began by stripping her bed clean and pulling all the extra blankets and pillows she had. 

The pile of supplies seemed small and weak. She remembers being able to create amazing forts with her cousins back home. The hallways would be lined with chairs as sheets were stretched and taped on while they crawled underneath. 

But now this was just plain sad. How was she supposed to impress her with just four blankets and five pillows? She couldn’t. 

A knock from her door interrupted her thoughts and she opened it while rubbing her eyes. “Mina.” She had almost forgotten that her friend offered to help her and with the way things were going, she was relieved to see the extra support. 

The bubbly girl, honestly who has this much energy in the morning? Came bouncing in with her hands full of blankets followed by a mound of pillows being carried by Hagakure. Another stack of blankets had fallen into the floor as Tsuyu dropped them off. 

“We are ready to help you throw the most amazing pillow fort party ever! Sucks that we can’t come but nonetheless, we shall be your faithful helpers!” Mina cheered and the door shut as the four girls got to work trying to figure out the best way to configure this. 

After a few hours of planning, blankets falling, pillows being thrown, a whole box of juice boxes and instruments being smacked down from the walls then shoved into her closet, the maze that was now a pillow fort was complete. 

The girls stood back and admired their work. A low whistle came from Mina as she patted Jirou on the back. “She’s going to love this!” Tsyu said as they began to leave just in time for the queen herself to arrive. 

Jirou sat in her new arranged room on the floor waiting and the realization that she was about to have the prettiest girl in her room by herself was kicking in. 

“What if she doesn’t like it?” Her eyes widened. “What if she doesn’t have fun and wants to leave?” All these thoughts began to corrupt her mind as she was playing out the worst case scenario. 

A polite knock at the door came and she picked her head up from her knees. She crawled through the massive fort, as massive as it can be in this cramped dorm room and answered the door. 

“Hey.” Momo said with a bright and beautiful smile. She was wearing a simple tank top and bottom set but Jirou knew it was made from imported silk. The light pink looked really good on her skin and she had to stop herself from checking out her best friend. Her dark long hair was falling freely on her shoulders. It was rare for her to not have her hair up but Jirou thought she looked really pretty with it down. 

She looked down at her own outfit. An over sized hoodie with her favorite bands logo and black fuzzy shorts. 

“Come on in.” She said casually and moved down to the floor to crawl. Momo followed and soon they were sitting in the middle of the pillow fort. 

“Wow, this is amazing.” Momo looked around. It was such a simple concept but she adored the domestic feeling it provided. She was used to the finer things in life but moments like these made her wish she knew more about the freedom of playing than learning about business trades. 

Momo was in awe as she saw the layers of blankets being taped to the walls and hung from the furniture. There were pillows everywhere on the floor providing them with a mass amount of seating options and she couldn’t believe she had never done this before. 

“It's really not but I hope you will have a good time.”

“Any time with you is good.” 

Jirou swore she saw a dust of pink on Momos cheeks. It was faint but the hope of her feelings died quickly as the other girl turned and pulled some items out of her back. 

“I brought some snacks!.” She laid them in front of her as well as two very expensive looking tea cups. She almost didn't want to touch them. 

Momo pulled out a thermos and began to pour. “I decided to go with a green tea and raspberry blend, something light but full of flavor. It comes from Spain back when my family visited there and the family that grows the tea leaves only makes ten batches a year because it's so hard to grow.” Momo stated and Jirou laughed as the dark red liquid filled the cup. 

Momo opened a small tin of cookies which she informed her were from Scotland and an assortment of chocolates and mixed nuts that came all the way from Belgium and different regions of South america. 

“Sorry if it's not enough.” she shuddered as Jirou bit into one of the chocolates and almost moaned at how creamy and delectable the taste was. 

“Are you kidding? These are amazing.” She said as she popped another in her mouth. “I only have some chips from the kitchen and you brought the entire world into my room.” 

A giggle came from Momo's mouth as she took a sip from her tea. Even in her pajamas, she still looked fancy.  “So lovely host, what are the activities for tonight?” 

“Well my lovely guest.” Momo laughed at this. “I thought maybe a movie or show, some card games, possibly a pillow fight if we don't take this all down with us and of course some gossip and girl talk. No particular order.” 

“Let's start with a card game.” Momo clapped her hands together before rummaging through her bag and pulling out a brand new set of cards. “I made these yesterday! I’ve been practicing on simple items and I hope they have the same texture as a regular set.” 

Jirou took the deck and began to shuffle. They looked like regular cards and had the same lightness as well. She always became amazed whenever she witnessed her quirk in action. She began throwing the cards back and forth until they had a good amount then set the rest in the middle. 

“Alright Yaoyorozu. Got any 2’s?” Jirou asked and a competitive game of Go Fish broke out.

After about six rounds of Go Fish, which Momo complained she only won two games and an unsuccessful round of Poker on Jirou’s part, the deck was tossed back into Momo’s fancy bag and ready for another time. 

“Whats next?” Momo asked and Jirou shrugged. 

“Your choice.” She gestured to her laptop that was ready to stream a movie, all the pillows and even a few coloring books that Mina had brought her. 

Momo thought for a second before looking around. “It might be a little too early for a movie.” The sun was beginning to set and Jirou agreed. 

“So what are you thinking?” She leaned back on her elbows and watched Momo’s ‘thinking’ face appear. 

Her eyes widened with a spark as a grin appeared. She crawled through the small opening on the other side. Jirou popped in another chocolate candy as Momo had disappeared, she could see her shadows moving and heard a bit of movement. 

“You know what I’ve always wanted to see?” Momo called out and even though it was a small room, it felt like she was miles apart from her. 

“What's that?” Jirou answered as she ate another one. Gosh these were amazing. 

Momo's head popped back into the fort and she scooted backwards towards her as she held something in her hands. 

“Oh come on.” Jirou laughed as she wiped her fingers clean. “Really?” She smiled as she took the acoustic guitar from her. 

“I’ve always wanted to see you play. Ever since the room tour I've been intrigued by your musical talents.” 

Jirou never thought that being able to play an instrument was something super special. Anyone could really do it and it wasn’t exactly the hardest thing to learn. The fact that Momo sat tapping her fingers in anticipation waiting for her to play and actually wanting to hear her meant a lot. 

She began to tune the guitar. She hadn’t played this particular one in awhile and she was thankful that she had soundproofed her room so that none of the other girls would hear her practically serenading Momo. The familiar strum of the guitar string brought her back to the days she would sit in her backyard and practice. She had always had a soft spot with the instrument. It felt the most personal and could help convey her feelings better than her other instruments could. 

“Any particular song?” She asked and Momo looked up and tapped her chin. 

“What about an original?” 

That wasn’t what she expected. It took her back as she nervously strummed. She wanted to protest and tell her that she doesn’t write her own songs which would be a lie because mom has caught her writing before. 

“Maybe the one you wrote in the park?” Momo added. 

Jirou has written many songs before, most rock and roll songs and occasional pop songs but that one, that particular one was a love song. The only one she had written. She didn’t know that Momo was standing behind her that day as she was busy scribbling down her thoughts. 

“I didn’t know you knew about that.” Jirou muttered as she hugged the guitar close to her chest. She was nervous to sing the song. It was personally and she was scared that momo would realize it was about her. But she shook off that thought and Momo settled down and stared at her like she was the most important thing. 

She began playing the song, the words flowing along like a river. She kept her eyes shut as she played and began to lose herself in the song. If she wasn’t striving to be a hero, she probably would have studied music instead. The thought of writing songs for someone or performing them herself was something she had always dreamed of doing. Maybe once she becomes a professional hero, she might also part time as a musician. 

She ended the song and opened her eyes. She was met with a small round of applause from Mom who looked like she genuinely enjoyed the performance. 

“That was beautiful.” She commended her and Jirou brushed back a piece of hair before setting her guitar behind her. 

“Thank you.” She replied. “I’ve never played any of my songs for anyone before.” 

“Well thank you for letting me be the first one then.” 

Jirou found herself blushing more today then she has in her entire life. She grabbed her laptop before flipping it open. “Movie time?” She asked as she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. 

“Sounds good.” 

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The movie ended and the girls decided to sit in a comfortable silence as they checked their phones. Mina had been texting her, asking her how it was going and telling her to relax. She turned off her phone before relaxing again and just enjoying the presence of her friend. 

“Who do you think would win in a fight? Denki or a jellyfish?” Jirou asked and Momo let out a  loud laugh and covered her mouth. 

“Denki.” Momo stated. And Jirou giggled. 

“I’d pick the jellyfish.” 

“That’s so mean!” But she continued to laugh anyways. 

“No different then when you asked if Kirishima could beat a shark.”

“Which I think he can.” Momo added and their giggle faded off. 

Jirou laid on her back facing the makeshift ceiling of the blankets and somehow began to count the number of dots on the pink blanket. Next to her was Momo who was laying on her side, finger toying with the frizz of the carpet. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Momo said out of the blue. Her tone was different from the previous rounds of asking. It was soft and hesitant as if she was running it over and over in her mind. 

“Yeah of course.” Jirou responded but never took her eyes off the blanket. So far she had counted twenty six dots. 

“Why didn't you go out with Denki?” 

She stopped counting and felt her body tense up. “I know he really liked you and you two seem like such good friends that I was surprised when you turned him down.” She continued. 

Jirou felt the fears she desperately wanted to avoid surface and she tried to keep counting. She was at thirty seven now. 

“ I liked someone else.” She said honestly and she heard Momo hum beside her. “Why do you ask?” She was met with silence. She took a chance and rolled on her side to face her. 

She was met with a pair of eyes that seemed to hold an uncertainty as she looked at her. Momo's mouth was slightly parted open as if she wanted to say something but she didn’t trust herself. A silent tension was formed as the pair looked at each other. 

“Jirou can I tell you a secret?” She asked and the other girl swore they could see tears forming in her eyes. 

She felt worried seeing her friend like that and moved closer. “Of course.” 

“Promise me whatever I say you will still be my friend?” Her eyes were now boring into hers. Almost like a plea. 

“Momo, you can tell me anything.” Her voice was softer than anything Momo has heard before. 

She turned her head and a single tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m gay.” Her voice was on the verge of breaking and she was terrified to look back at Jirou. She was scared that she would yell and be ashamed to be her friend or be mad for not telling her sooner. That fear of rejection played over and over in her mind and she was afraid that she made a giant mistake. 

Instead she was pulled into a hug. Her arms immediately tightened around her frame as the other whispered how proud she was into her ears and she finally let all the tension and fears flow free in tears. 

“Momo.” She pulled away and looked at her. “I will always be your friend, you never have to worry about that. You being gay wouldn’t make me care for you any less, plus I’m bisexual so I understand your fear of coming out. It can be scary but hey, I'm here for you.” 

Momo wiped her tears away and her lips curled up. 

 “Are you okay?” 

Momo only nodded. “Yes.” She took in another deep breath, calming herself down. 

“Can I tell you a secret now?” Jirous said cautiously and Momo shook her head as the other girl began to lean in closer. “I was afraid to tell the person I liked how I felt.” 

“I don’t think you should be.” The other girl whispered. 

They were meant with another silence as their noses touched and their eyes met with a secret plea from each of them. A small smile appeared on Momos lips as she nodded and felt a soft pair of lips touch her own. It was hesitant and slow. Almost like testing the waters before diving straight in. She responded to the kiss and accepted it as she kissed the other girl back. 

Jirou felt tears wet her cheeks as arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her impossibly closer. There was a rush of excitement as their lips parted and they each caught their own breaths. 

“Wow.” Momo whispered and Jirou nodded. 

“Wow indeed.” She laughed. 

“Want to know something else?” Jirou turned her head. “That song was about you.” 

“You, you wrote a song about me?” She asked and before she could respond, Jirou was pulled into another hug. “That makes it even more amazing.” 

They each could barely contain their smiles until Jirou suggested that they watched another movie. Their fingers slowly entered as the movie played and every so often one of them would kiss the other girl's cheek, making them blush profusely. 

Of course they had chosen a romantic love story and normally that wasn’t Jirous type of movie, she preferred action or even musicals, but as she watched the two characters fall in love on screen, she wouldn’t have chosen anything else. 

It was well late into the night as the credits began to roll and a yawn escaped both of their lips. They fluffed their pillows before laying their heads down and faced each other. Momo brushed a piece of hair out of Jirous face and kissed her hand. 

“I’m really happy you invited me over.” She said quietly. 

“Me too.” 

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The sun came shining in and even with the mass amounts of blankets blocking the light, Jirou woke to a bright room. She rubbed at her eyes and looked to see a snoozing Momo. Even in her sleep she looked perfect as she hand her hands under her head and lips pushed slightly out. She reminded her of a sleeping princess, of course Momo was delicate and refined in every way of her life and it made jirou laugh a little making sleeping beauty flutter her eyes open. 

“Good morning.” Momo smiled at her. She sat up and rubbed away the sleep before stretching her arms out and tried to not knock the blankets down. They were both thankful her hair was down because her massive ponytail would have taken the fort down the moment she got in. 

Jirou grabbed her phone before looking at the time. “Wanna grab coffee?” She asked and Momo nodded quickly. They locked eyes for a second before the memories of last night came flooding back. 

A blush spread on Jirous cheek as she remembered their kiss and soon she felt those plush lips on the corner of her mouth. “You are so cute when you turn pink.” She barely heard Momo as her brain was trying to register what was happening. 

She grabbed the tips of her ear jacks and began tapping them together, a nervous trait she's had since she was a child but Momo thought it was quite adorable. “Um Yaoyorozu?” She asked. “Are we-”

“Oh.” Momo understood immediately. She picked up a brush and began to comb the ends of her hair. “I mean, I would love to. As long as you do that is?”

“Yes!” Jirou said maybe a little too fast for her own liking. “Coffee at ten?” She said before being met with a nod. 

Momo leaned in and kissed her again and jirou swore she saw stars. She never thought that all this mushy and gushy romance stuff would be up her ally but she was finding herself enjoying it with each press of the lips and the giggles that followed. 

Momo grabbed her bag before leaving to get dressed. “See you then.” She winked. 

Jirou heard the door close and grabbed her pillow before doing a mix of a scream and a cheer into it. She never felt this light and happy before and maybe she was still on the first kiss bliss from last night but she never wanted that feeling to go away. 

She got up and began to get ready, making sure she looked decent enough for her girlfriend. Girlfriend. The thought of holding her hands on their way to class and going on dates while they tell each other all their secrets and stories from their childhoods made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

She finished lacing her shoe before grabbing her phone and leaving her dorm room. 

“So how’d it go?” Mina had bombarded her right as she closed her door. 

Jirou couldn’t contain her smile as they walked down to the common room and told her everything, well mostly everything that happened. They entered the elevator and she swore Mina’s screech of joy could be heard all the way across campus and she made her calm down before the doors opened. 

They found the other girls sitting around a table and Momo was sitting next to an empty chair. Jirou sat next to her and Tsuyu smiled. 

“So Yaoyorozu, how was your first pillow fort sleepover?” The frog hero asked and Jirou could see her holding back a wide smile. 

“Amazing.” She said before pecking Jirou’s cheek with a kiss making the girl turn beet red. 

The other girls began to congratulate them and swoon over the fact that they were gonna be the cutest couple ever. Jirou met Momo’s beautiful brown eyes as they shared their own private moment and wrapped their fingers together. 

“Best sleepover ever.” Jirou whispered to herself as she joined back into the conversation. 

“Okay who would win in a fight? Bakugou or Godzilla?” Mina said as the table busted out laughing. 

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I hope you enjoyed this! It was a pleasure writing and working with you!

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can’t stay mad at you for anything

TAGGING: KJ @itskjapa​, Cami.

LOCATION: Vancouver, BC.

TIMEFRAME: April 15th, 2020

NOTES: KJ and Cami get into a fight the day before they go back to LA.

KJ: Laying on the bed, hands behind his head over the pillow, KJ watched as Camila was neatly folding her clothes in the suitcase she had brought over from her place. There was a weird feeling surrounding them. Almost as if they were doing something illegal after staying in the same apartment for so long -- even though everyone had been granted the chance to go home. The fact that nothing about the current epidemic was truly over yet was rather scary too, especially when his loved ones back in New Zealand had found themselves in a very precarious situation, though he wasn't one to be negative. Actually, he was embracing this much-needed breath of fresh air the change of scenery would be, especially at his new home in Los Angeles. The redhead couldn't wait to unpack the furniture and finally make it as homey as possible with his girlfriend right by his side. "Oof, what's this?" he inquired as his brown eyes caught a flash of red silk. He swiftly sat up and reached out for the material, letting it hang in the air hooked around his index finger. "How come you haven't been wearing this yet, aye? I'm keeping it for later." Amusement was written all over his features as he pulled her skimpy thong over his head, only to throw himself back onto the mattress with a bright grin.

Cami: When they had been given the okay to go home Camila had been excited if not a little nervous. She had decided to channel all of her nervous energy into packing and getting KJ's apartment ready for them to leave it. She was currently packing her own clothes into a suitcase she had brought over from her place and KJ was laying on the bed watching her. She was caught up in her own thoughts when she heard the redheads inquiry which caused her to look up from the task at hand. Camila rolled her eyes at him as he hooked the thong that had caught his eye around his index finger. "I don't know, I just haven't," she replied, rolling her eyes and continuing on with the task she had started. Camila wasn't annoyed at him perse, she just wasn't in the mood to goof around. "I'll wear it in LA, now give it back," she added reaching out for it as he pulled it over his head. She heaved out a frustrated sigh and continued to pack, not giving him any attention.

KJ: For KJ, the lack of attention and the complete disregard of his foolish antics seemed like another game for them to play — one where he was supposed to make her give in. It was, after all, something he and Camila often got to partake in and there were no other signs pointing in another direction. Not even the annoyed eye roll or the heavy sigh that had followed. “How about you wear it now? Put on a little show for me,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows as he tugged on the fabric of the thong — pulling it off his head and moving it to his face; exaggeratedly taking a sniff of the underwear when they both knew it was clean and smelled like some kind of lavender product she had used. “Come on, baby. You know you want to.” he chuckled, tilting his head with a wide smile. The expression on his features had not faltered one bit, still full of enjoyment regarding the current situation and he was simply waiting for his girlfriend to play her part. This was how it always went down.

Cami: She knew that he was expecting her to give in to his antics and tease him right back, but this time she just wasn't in the mood. Looking up at the next words out of his mouth, she stared at him blankly as he moved the underwear to his face and giving it an exaggerated sniff. "No, I don't want to. What I want is to pack and clean up the apartment so we can go back to LA tomorrow," she huffed, trying to not get too frustrated because she knew he meant well, she just wasn't in the mood for teasing right now. She willed herself not to cry as she continued to fold her clothes and pack them away, she wasn't upset with him, she was just frustrated and wanted to focus on the task at hand. Camila didn't dare look at him when she had aired her frustrations because she couldn't bear to see his face falter.

KJ: Perhaps he had read the situation all wrong. Well, that was quite the understatement as Camila looked at him — her gaze devoid of any emotion. Although, he could perceive the annoyance etched on her features which prompted the grin crossing his lips to slowly fade out. KJ pondered on whether or not he had done something to evoke such reaction, but he wouldn’t recall anything that would have her be so... cold. A little pang in his heart shook him out of his thoughts, tongue darting out and licking his dry lips before he moved back up once more to place the thong back in the suitcase. “Sorry.” he simply said, avoiding the sight of her as well by swinging his legs off the mattress and focusing his attention on his knuckles as he sat on the edge of the bed. Yet, he couldn’t help himself and added words he should have kept to himself. “Next time you’re in a mood, wear a sign.”

Cami: Camila could hear the disappointment in his voice as he tossed the thong back into her suitcase. "Babe," she started, biting down on her lip as he swung his legs off the mattress and focused his attention on his knuckles. She was about to apologize when he spoke again, this time his words cut deep and now she was pissed at him. "And you don't have to be such a dick when you don't get your way," she mumbled, walking out of the room to go and clean up the kitchen, wanting to keep herself busy so she would feel better and was less likely to snap again. Truffle was sitting by the door, looking up at her with a whimper. Camila took this as a sign that she wanted to take a walk, but the actress had things to do so she walked back over to the bedroom, hoping the redhead would channel some of the energy he had into taking the dog around the block for a quick walk. "Can you take Truffle for a walk?" she asked, setting the dog down on the bed with the lease.

KJ: KJ knew Camila by heart at this point. Knew exactly just how much her strong personality could make him regret ever uttering those words — truth be told, it was already the case. Perhaps the frustration of not knowing why she was acting this way in the first place, though he was usually never one to antagonize others. And especially not her. Jaw clenched as she spoke again, the bite of her words only fueled the emotions that were slowly overtaking his being. With such thought in mind, the redhead decided to stay in the bedroom and will himself to listen to his head more than the hurt feelings washing over him. Though what happened next threw every good intention he had right out of the window. “Right.” he scoffed, rather annoyed at the fact that the only thing she could see fit to do right now was to ask him to walk Truffle. He gathered the dog in his arms nonetheless, his hand holding onto the leash as he made his way past her form breezily, unable once more to stop himself as he crossed the threshold. “From boyfriend to dog walker, how the mighty have fallen,” he mumbled under his breath before closing the door behind his frame with more force than usual.

Cami: Camila knew that if she could just suck it up and explain her frustrations this would all go away, but they'd both now said things that they couldn't just take back. They had added fuel to the fire and now they both just needed some space. His reaction to her asking him to walk Truffle took her by surprise, she had expected him to jump at the opportunity to get some fresh air and spend some quality time with the demon dog. Watching him take Truffle up in his arms and breeze past her in the doorway brought tears to her eyes that she begged to not fall. What had started with her just being annoyed at him was now turning into a full-fledged fight which was something she never wanted to happen. "Kaje... it's not like that," she responded to his mumbling, wincing as he slammed the door behind him. Camila opened it quickly, sticking her head out into the hallway, "I just thought you might enjoy some fresh air," she called out to him, stepping back into the apartment with a heavy sigh. She knew that he was pissed off and frankly she was too, so she blasted some music and got to work cleaning up the kitchen, the living room, and the bathrooms. Camila tried to block any sad thoughts out of her mind which is why she was able to focus so intently on cleaning and get most of the apartment looking clean enough for them to leave it for a couple of months.

KJ: To say KJ felt like an idiot was putting it lightly as he walked Truffle around the neighborhood with a cigarette hanging from his lips -- the nicotine slowly appeasing his nerves. Looking back on their 'fight', if one could even call it that, the situation as a whole just seemed so out of left field. They had been together 24/7 for the past few weeks and maybe something as futile was bound to happen at some point. No matter how much they tried to stay put in their secure and fun bubble, tensions were high in the world -- soon, it would be affecting them fully as they'd board on a plane for Los Angeles. Putting them at risk. Reality was finally catching up to them and although he had done his best to stay positive, the redhead could understand why Camila would be stressed by their upcoming trip. Deep down, he was too. His default mode was simply to make bad jokes and avoid the matter altogether in preference of a positive outlook. "C'mon, Bubbles. Time to face the music," he muttered, a light chuckle tumbling out of his mouth as he put out the cigarette and made his way back to the building. The ride in the elevator was always a long one, thankfully in this case, which gave him the opportunity to ponder on how to proceed next. And he came to the conclusion that perhaps giving her some space would be for the best. Exhaling softly as they entered the apartment, KJ watched Truffle run away from him and down the hallway -- surely in search of her owner. As she always did whenever he was the one to take her out. He nodded to himself, ready to stick to the plan of making sure they had some much needed time for themselves and plopped down on the couch; immediately reaching for his guitar nearby before brushing his fingers against the strings in a familiar tune.

Cami: Camila only had the apartment to herself for about thirty minutes, but in that time she had cleaned up the kitchen, living room and bathroom. She wanted to distract herself and try to calm herself down and right now one of the only things she could control was how the apartment looked, so she cleaned. They hadn't really fought per se, they'd just both said things in the heat of the moment when tensions were high. With everything going on in the world, Camila's anxiety just felt at an all-time high and while she was excited to get back to Los Angeles, she was also terrified about the risks they were taking to get there. She was in their bedroom when she heard the door unlock, she buried herself under the covers and pretended to be asleep if he decided to come in and talk to her. Camila just wanted some space, which she realized he was giving her when she heard Truffle running down the hallway. "Hi baby," she whispered, patting the bed so the dog would jump into it with her. Camila could hear KJ strumming on his guitar in the living room and it made her smile for the first time since they'd been together in the bedroom earlier. "How was your walk?" she asked the dog. "Did you have fun with KJ?" she asked, her voice catching on his name, missing him already even if he was just in the other room. Camila knew that if she wanted to fix this she was going to have to go out there and talk to him because he was respecting her by giving her space. She just wasn't ready yet.

KJ: In between two motions along the strings of his guitar, KJ could have sworn he had heard her voice — small but undeniably hers nonetheless. Surely talking to Truffle about their walk and he had never wanted a dog to be able to speak more than right now. Mostly to help his cause regarding the situation they had found themselves in. It made him pause for a brief moment, keeping the sound in mind before he strummed the instrument once more. Trying to find the right melody for the voice he longed to hear more clearly right now. “Your eyes... open wide as I look your way.” he hummed softly, intently focused on the song he was currently playing. This wasn’t a game of who would give in first, and the redhead knew he needed to be patient — his good star had shined so brightly for a while, it couldn’t give up on him now after all. Not when they had barely scratched the surface of their relationship. “Couldn’t hide what they meant to say.” he sung as quietly as possible, although the guitar itself produced enough noise on its own. He didn’t want to be a nuisance, but at the same time couldn’t simply just stay put and do nothing. Not when he felt so blue and playing was an escape of some sort. “Feeling lost in a crowded room.”

Cami: As she lay in the bed they had been sharing together for almost an entire month now, scratching Truffle's head she heard the sound of his voice as he continued to play. Her heart melted at the words as he continued to sing, she could hardly make out his voice which was why she was laying so still trying to quiet Truffle's whining. Camila pulled the covers back and held the dog in her arms as she shuffled towards the living room. At first, she just stood there, watching him as he played the guitar and sang, his eyes were closed so he couldn't see her. She wanted to say something, but she was so mesmerized by his voice that had improved and grown so much in just the past year. "Babe?" she called out, after a few more seconds of his playing at passed. Camila wasn't ready to approach him yet, but she hoped he would see the look on her face and know that she was ready, to be honest, and talk through why she had gotten so upset. Truffle had started kicking her legs, so Camila set her down and she immediately ran to KJ, jumping into his lap without a warning.

KJ: Fluttering his eyes shut, KJ leaned back against the couch — laying down with his guitar on top of his body as his fingers kept up with their motions along the strings. “When you smile your eyes show your heart.” Those were the moments when he could be at peace, forgetting about everything but the powerful feeling that constantly brought so much joy to his being. No matter how much the lyrics could pertain to a certain raven-haired girl currently hiding from him. “True love is hard to find now.” he sung, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before the sound of Camila’s voice resonated in the living room. Catching him off guard. The redhead quickly shuffled on the couch, disregarding the guitar on the side just as Truffle jumped on his lap — looking at him as if she was expecting something. Though his attention was entirely focused on his girlfriend, brown eyes reflecting the confusion he had been submerged with earlier. Pondering if there was something more he had completely missed. He kept quiet, patiently waiting and allowing her to handle this the way she saw fit.

Cami: Tears were threatening to spill from Camila's eyes as he continued to sing, but she willed them away. Camila watched as he quickly shuffled on the couch, disregarding his guitar just as Truffle jumped into his lap. She saw the look on his face as he watched her and it made her heart feel like it was leaping out of her chest. Camila slowly made her way over to the redhead, pouting at her dog in his lap. "How rude of Truffle to take my seat on your lap," she teased as her lips turned up in a shy grin. Camila picked up a pillow that was next to him on the side opposite his guitar, sitting down next to him and stuffing it into her lap. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm just really stressed about going back to LA, like I know it's going to be good to have a change of scenery, there's just a lot that goes into it," she whispered, looking at her hands as she spoke. "I didn't mean to snap at you, but then you got snarky and I got even snarkier."

KJ: He kept his gaze on Camila as she took a step forward and moved in his direction, tentatively and full of uncertainty. As if approaching a wild animal. Such a stark contrast to the way she usually carried herself. She seemed to be apprehending his reaction just as much as KJ was and that fact alone instantly made him feel better. At least they were both on the same page — hesitant, but wanting to make things better. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the words she uttered, the expression crossing his features more inviting than previously while he listened to her explanation. Something he had obviously already known deep down. “It’s fine,” he replied with a firm nod before reaching for one of her hands; hoping the motion would make her lookup. “It’s not like we truly fought— it was just a little bit of tension and I get it. But we really ought to be more open with each other. You gotta talk to me when something’s wrong because I’m not always perceptive.” The moment shared in the bedroom was proof enough. KJ had been so inclined of making things light that he had missed out on how truly nervous she felt. “I’m sorry for being a jerk. It just took me by surprise, though that’s no excuse.”

Cami: When he reached out for one of her hands, she looked up at him with a smile, giving the hand that was in hers a squeeze. "It's not totally fine, but I appreciate you saying that," she whispered, bringing his hand up to her mouth so she could place a soft kiss on his knuckles. "I know, I know, I just think that we've gotten so good at reading each other, sometimes I just assume you know what I'm thinking about and what's going through my mind, but I know that's not true," she added with a sigh. "It's okay, I know you were just projecting because I was shutting you out, I know you didn't mean what you said," she finished, dropping his hand so she could pick up Truffle who was just a few seconds from falling asleep. Once the dog was secure in her arms, Camila moved from her spot on the couch to her boyfriend's lap, snuggling up against his chest once she was comfortable. "I hate fighting with you," she whispered, leaning her head up to pepper his jaw with kisses. "How was the walk with Truffle?" she asked, giggling as the dog started to shake in her arms at the mention of the word walk. "Uh oh, I think I've awoken the beast."

KJ: As Camila moved from her spot and upon his lap, KJ's arms instantly wrapped themselves around her frame -- one hand finding a place on her hip and the other gliding back and forth along her thigh in a soft caress. They had only been apart for less than an hour, but under such circumstances, it almost felt like a whole day had gone by since he had been able to touch her. The comfort her body snuggled up against his brought him washed away every negative emotion that had been conjured up. "Me too," he whispered back, humming in contentment at the feeling of her lips against his flesh. Returning the gesture on the crown of her head and her forehead -- lingering for a little bit in order to bask in the moment. "She's always got so much energy. Wonder where that comes from, aye." he joked with a quiet laugh, his gaze falling down to the dog that was currently too excited at the prospect of another walk. Despite the fact that they had literally been on one. "Do you wanna talk about it?" There was no better moment than the present after all and the redhead felt like they should share whatever was on their mind regarding the situation.

Cami: The feeling of his arms wrapped around her frame made her instantly feel better. She hummed quietly as one of his hands softly caressed her thigh. The negative emotions she had been feeling completely washed away in their current position. Camila smiled as he kissed the crown of her head and her forehead, lingering to bask in the moment. "She's got lots of energy, maybe we can take her on another walk in a little bit?" she asked, leaning forward to kiss the top of the dogs head. Camila looked back up at him, "Yeah," she nodded. "I just — I don't really even know where home is at this point, honestly, right now I just think that home is wherever you are and I'm looking forward to a change of scenery so I'm excited to go to LA, but there's a lot that goes into it and I'm really nervous," she said, looking at him with a small smile.

KJ: KJ nodded along to the words she uttered, letting her know he was listening and willing to understand everything she would share with him. The world as a whole was quite different lately and he had not stopped to realize just how confusing it must have been for Camila. Especially now that they were living together. Temporarily at least. “Your feelings matter, babe.“ he said after a moment, returning the smile she offered him and tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I know it’s weird. Though you should know you can definitely count on me— wherever we are, I’ll do my best to make you feel like you belong.” The redhead dipped his head and captured her lips in a soft kiss, breathing her in and allowing her wonderful perfume to invade his nostrils. “We’ll be okay. I can only be positive and I want you to meet me halfway. No matter how scary it might be out there. Because we’re a team, remember? It can only work if we’re in this together.”

Cami: Camila kept the smile on her face as her boyfriend tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear. "I know that my feelings matter, I'm just not always the best at expressing them," she replied. "And of course I know that I can count on you, you've been the best company in the last month. I couldn't ask for a better quarantine buddy, truly," she added with a shy smile. Camila hummed against his lips as he kissed her, reaching out to hold his face between her hands, keeping him as close as possible before they pulled away. "Yes, we're a team, a perfect team and I'll meet you halfway, I promise. Thanks for being the best boyfriend and putting up with me."

KJ: How could he blame Camila for not always being the best at expressing her feelings when he had his moments too? Though KJ hoped they would find themselves being able to open up more easily as time went by — this was a work in progress and moments as such could only help them grow. “That’s all I wanted to hear, babe. If we both do our best, then it’ll always work itself out,” he whispered with a tilt of his head, the smile dancing across his lips widening before he nudged her nose with his own. As far as he was concerned, there was no need to dwell on the matter more than necessary. With such thought in mind, the redhead licked his lips and directed his brown orbs back to Truffle; the dog had closed her eyes as fast as she had previously opened them. The sight made him chuckle. “We’ll go on a nice walk around the neighborhood together this evening, aye. For now, I just wanna hold my girls.”

Cami: At this point, she trusted KJ with her life, so she knew that it had to hurt a little bit that she couldn't find it within herself to fully open up. Sometimes Camila just got into her own head though and she had to be reminded that there were people who wanted to listen to her. "I know. Sometimes I think I just forget that I'm supposed to be sharing my problems because we're partners and we'll do anything to help each other," she replied, smiling as he nudged her nose with his own. "Thanks for being so understanding," she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder as she watched him look at the sleeping pup in her arms. "Sounds perfect, babe. For now, your girls just want you to hold them," she whispered, snuggling closer to his neck as he rubbed her back.

[myanimalpassion]

Most Misunderstood Animals

So I am feeling a tiny bit better I think good enough to write this post. So today I want to talk about the misunderstood animals in this world that people think are “evil” and not what they think they are so here we go:

1. Sharks

Sharks actually don’t feed off of humans. In fact shark attacks aren’t as common as many people think. Your family dog is more likely to attack you then a shark. In fact the chances are 1 in 3,748,067 source to get attacked and killed by a shark... the reason sharks go after humans usually is because they often mistake humans as their main source of prey (seals/sea lions and even sea turtles). Cause from above it looks often similar to them. We kill more sharks every year then they kill us which is really sad truth about these magnificant creatures. 

2. Pigs

Pigs are often seen as dirty and unclean creatures, which is so not true, in fact pigs are super clean believe it or not! And they are super intelligent and can learn many tricks and some even claim are smarter then dogs! Certain pig breeds have even been taught to sniff out truffles for humans! The reason pigs roll around in the mud is for sunscreen. The mud acts as a sunscreen to protect the pig from the sun rays. And pigs aren’t the only animals that do this either, Rhinos have also been known to do this! 

3. Snakes

So many people are afraid of snakes in fact it’s one of the most common animal related fears! But many don’t realize not all of them are vemonus and it’s easy to tell if you have done your research on what a venomous snake looks like. Snakes are also more fearful of humans then we are of them. They rather hide or flee then try to bite you. They only will bite if they feel cornerd and feel like they have no choice. Plus a snake can only swallow something as big as the widthest part of their body. So no a small-medium snake cannot swallow a human. And they flick their tongues out cause that’s how they smell. It’s how they smell their surrondings. If you just take the time to learn about these creatures you’ll learn how fascinating they really are! 

4. Bats

People associate bats as scary creatures because people think they all have diseases which isn’t true. In fact in Australia’s 250 year history only 3 have died from a bat transmitted infection. Plus there is only 1 blood sucking bat the vampire bat and even those bats don’t go after humans they go after cattle usually and other animals. They are also vital for the ecosystem cause the insect-eating bats eat the insects while the fruit bats eat the fruit and then they spit out the seeds and it helps grow more trees! Circle of life my friends circle of life. 

5. Stingrays

Ever since Steve Irwin died from a stingray in Australia, people started thinking these guys were dangerous. Well the truth is these guys are pretty much harmless really. There has not been much record of people dying from stingrays, and stingrays can not bite since they have no teeth. I snorkled in Mexico before and encountered few wild stingrays and the stingrays would always flee as fast as they can once they see me or any human. They rather flee and the only reason Steve Irwin died from the stingrays is because he swam right above them and the stingray thought it was a predator and stung him in the heart. Even steve irwin would say the stingray wasn’t at fault if he was alive. Stingrays are great animals. 

6. Vulture 

Vultures get a bad rap because of their scary appearence. But as long as you are alive and well you aren’t on the menu for these birds. These birds only go after the dead. And are basically nature’s cleanup crew. They have a bald head because when they dig into a carcass they won’t get blood and guts stuck on their face like it would with feathers. 

7. Pitbulls and Black Cats 

Now even though I am not a huge fan of pitbulls not because of their bad rep but because I just not a fan of dogs with square faces personal prefrence, (I like pointy faces) these guys don’t deserve the bad rep they get. Same goes with Black Cats, and I even own a black cat and she’s the sweetest, ninja cat I love her and black cats are literally just like any other cat. All it is the color that’s all. They can be sweet cats just like any cat. And pitbulls can be very sweet and loyal dogs, especially if trained properally and raised properally. 

So this is my top misunderstood animals! Hope you enjoy this guys! 

[montanabarb]

Puppy Tales By Phoebe “Bug” Harriott

Log Entry #1: There is Evil at the bottom of my water bowl that I must uncover. I paw frantically, sometimes with all four paws, to no avail. I am hampered in my efforts by my Human who continues to fill the bowl with liquid. Does she think she can drown Evil? Silly Human. Evil cannot be vanquished by drowning. I will resume my efforts later, when the Human does not have her video recorder at hand.

Log Entry #2: The Big Dog is under the illusion that she is the boss of me. I find this amusing as I am skilled at subterfuge. Big Dog is not easily charmed, yet. For now I bide my time until I assert my rights as Top Dog.

Log Entry #3: The Old Red Dog has rebuffed my advances. At times he seems to invite play by running to his food bowl. Confusing. He avoids eye contact and seems remotely hostile to my existence. I am unafraid. He has no teeth.

Log Entry #4: There are two felines inhabiting our compound. Orange Nose Cat welcomed my advances and enjoys our rousing wrestling matches. She flicked her tail for my amusement but objected when I engaged. My feelings were hurt. Orange Nose Cat is a tease. But I still like her quite a lot. When I introduced myself to Black Nose Cat she got very big and made a noise that hurt my ears. Black Nose Cat is not any fun. She doesn’t even have a tail.

Log Entry #5: I have discovered a tasty delicacy I call Truffles. You have to snuffle in the gravel around the large horse machine parked by the barn to find them, but it’s worth it. The flavor is grain, grass, and horse butt. Such delicious nuggets!

Log Entry #6: I like shoes. That is all.

Log Entry #6 Update: I LOVE shoes. The Human puts them on her feet when we go outside, then takes them off when we go inside, then puts them on for outside, then off for inside. Sometimes she forgets to hide them from me. Oh, the chewiness. The crumbly little horse butt tasty bits on the bottom. I LOVE shoes even more than Big Girl Lamb Chop that lost its stuffing and squeaker.

Log Entry #7: Big Dog tells me to anticipate a visit from the Farrier. He leaves a buffet of deliciousness on the barn floor. The Human thinks she clears up all the tasty bits. BD says NOT to disabuse her of this belief. I must use stealth to retrieve each tasty bit and carry it to a secure location to savor. If I must barf, I should do so in a remote area when the Human is not looking. I anxiously await the coming of this Farrier. I think my charm is working on BD.

Log Entry #8: Fences are the funnest puzzles. So many choices: go under, go over, go through? My Human understands me. I am Aussie. I am Problem Solver. The Human keeps adding baling twine and wood scraps to make it even funner! Human is so attentive to me but she looks tired.

Log Entry #9: The Old Red Dog has finally succumbed to my charms. He gives me hugs but it is rather awkward because he sits on me and arches his back. I’m not convinced these are “good” touches.

Log Entry #10: I am sorry about that time liquid excrement shot out of my pucker hole in the middle of the night on the Male Human’s side of bed. I warned the Human that a fart was a message from Fort Gut to Fort Butt that General Turd was on the move.

Log Entry #11: The Human puts Rugs all over the hard floor. They are extremely effective at stopping a power slide. The edges are VERY tasty. Especially the one that my Human brought all the way from Morocco in 1992. It is handmade and has fringes! The Human forgot about the Rug rolled up under the bed in the guest room. It was hard work but I brought it out to her when she forgot to close the door. The Human was impressed but not grateful.

Log Entry #12: Orange Nose Cat is a two-timing hussy. I think she is ghosting me. Not a sniff, not a snuffle. Yesterday, I spied Orange Nose Cat slinking her fine, silky cat fur up against Old Red Dog. “Hey Mister <<purr>> gimme some sugar.” What?! I thought we had something special.

Log Entry #13: I met a new Human and was so excited stuff leaked out onto the floor. The Human moves very fast when that sort of thing happens. The Human checks her wrist to count her steps every day so I think she appreciates the motivation to increase her Activity.

Log Entry #14: The Human who made this house put chew sticks along the bottom of all the walls and around the doors. This brilliant Human must love dogs.

Log Entry #15: Pachelbel’s Canon in D was delicious, almost as yummy as worms. I only got a small taste of Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring and will have to report back at a later date if I can find it again. I am inhibited by a barrier around the big black music thing.

Log Entry #16: The Farrier visited yesterday! I only barfed once, at 1:16am. I tried to be discreet, per Big Dog’s instruction, but I was confined to this Cage thing the Human puts me in at bedtime.

Log Entry #17: I am mastering the Human’s language. “Come” and “Sit” are very tasty. This “Ouch” is confusing. I believe I have several names. In addition to “Phoebe” and “Bug,” I recognize “That’s Not a Chew Toy” and “Leave the Old Dog Alone.”

Log Entry #18: ONE minor excavation project and the Human insists on a bath.

Log Entry #19: The Human assumes I will just blindly “come” when offered a mere mystery meat morsel, sometimes just a fraction of a morsel. When I was just a kid I fell for that ruse. I am Aussie. I am smart. I will pretend I hear nothing and continue to snuffle for truffles.

Log Entry #20: The Human managed to catch me and shackle me with The Leash to go to School today. The teacher smells AMAZING! I think I love her more than Orange Nose Cat.

Log Entry #21: Every time I retrieve a pair of shoes (actually I prefer to enjoy one shoe at a time) the Human puts it immediately back in my closet. I suspect the Human is OCD. I think I’ll recommend she try a belly rub. They sure do settle me.

Log Entry #22: I hate to complain, but the Human does not refill my kiddy pool on a timely basis when I empty it. The Human calls it a water bowl.

Log Entry #23: This is confidential, but I pooped my pants in the car on the way to School. Drool dripped from my mouth. Very embarrassing but I scored lots of lap time the rest of the day.

Log Entry #24: As the new kid in the Pack, I believe I am being fed inferior vittles. I continually ask to eat the Big Dog’s chow, very insistently but politely of course, but am forever rebuffed. I wonder if I am malnourished?

Log Entry #25: Sometimes Big Dog acts like my mom and licks my face and ears. Like a spa day. Other times Big Dog does that arched back hugging thing right on my head and it just doesn’t seem right to me.

Log Entry #26: I poop on the floor and the Human steps in it once, maybe twice, ok three times, and you’d think the sky is falling. Old Red Dog drops a trail of turds from his pucker hole on the way to the door and the Human just picks it up and sprays stinky stuff. Sheesh. I did learn some new words that appear to be reserved for extreme situations.

Log Entry #27: The Human keeps the Son of Satan in a closet. SoS makes a very loud noise and tries to suck the fur right off my body! I try to disable SoS and frighten Him with my ferocious tone of voice. I suspect that Big Dog and Old Red Dog might have sold their souls to SoS because they are unaffected by his loud presence in my home.

Log Entry #28: I have been promoted to Apprentice Barn Chore Dog and awarded limited access to the horse stalls. Big Dog has full authority in the barn and unlimited access to the horse butt nuggets. BD tells me to be patient and my time will come. For now, I relish the delightful aroma that emanates from BD’s pucker hole after a morning of butt nuggets.

Log Entry #29: The Human keeps asking, “Where’s my left slipper, Bug?” I need more information, Human. Is that the one without the heel or the one without an insole?

Log Entry #30: Major discovery! If I chomp on Mr. Monkey, Moo Cow, and Weanie Squeakee just right, they sing a delightful soprano song. I can carry the melody all around the house!

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Let your dog using more of their sense of smell

Let your dog using more of their sense of smell

Do you know that humans have six million olfactory receptors but up to 300 million dogs do! This incredible sense of smell makes it possible for your dog to discover hidden truffles, find lost hikers, or even to spot cadavers under the surface. It's fair, then, that you can use this awesome power in your own dogs in some way.

Today, most domestic dogs are a little out of practice using their nose. But with only a little preparation and patience, the good news is you can add fun scent games to help your furry friend make more use of this untapped power of smell!

Dogs are born prey trackers, competitors, and other predators. Take advantage of this by putting a new animal's scent in the yard of your waggy dog, to see if he is picking it up. 

To start with, give a friend an old towel or rag, and let him rub it over his dog or cat. Then place the fabric out of sight somewhere in the yard, under a bush or behind a tree without your furry friend present. So let your dog come out to see if he can follow the smell! For the smell of different animals, you can do something randomly to keep your fuzzy friend guessing. 

Let them find the treat for your dog. It is an easy way of enhancing the scenting abilities of your dog. This needs you to do nothing but randomly place treats around the house in the expectation that your furry companion can find them by smell. If he's found the first, he'll easily key in locating others with his nose. Start by putting in full view one or two treatments when he is not in the house. Continue this cycle but start putting the treats in less visible positions like in a room corner, just under a sofa or coffee table, or even partly under a doggy cushion. You'll see him scenting for them soon, instead of looking for them. Placement and quantity differ.

Meat is not the only thing dogs are keen to smell. Dogs may be inspired by special scents such as essential oils which can excite their tracking instincts. Get a favorite toy (a ball works well) to start with, and put a few drops of essential oil on it. You can play indoor fetch on a short game, followed by a reward. Do so many times a day. Hide the ball instead, and let your fuzzy friend try it. Keep on it and reward the dog when it's following the smell. Reward him when he does find the ball! Behind the house once mastered, move it out into the yard. You can then change the fragrance and the pet, and start again. You can have something your dog likes like chicken fat smelling, Peanut butter, or cheese with milk.

Here's an easy way to restore the sense of smell that your dog has. Choose some delicious little treats like turkey meat or cheese, as they have a good scent. Bring it into your palm and make your fist open, palm flat. Then give your fist to your dog, and let him sniff. Tell him to come up with the treat. Offer him the treat after he has sniffed his right side. Only repeat this a couple of times. Then, do so by changing the hand you put the treat in. Wait until you see his nose really warning on the treat hand before opening up as you start. The idea is to show him that the care site varies, and can only be identified by scenting it out. 

Domestic dogs know that they'll find a meal every day at the same place. But what if, one day when you called him to dinner and put his bowl in a different spot? Your dog will instantly start sniffing excitedly in search of it and find his bowl within seconds. Cover the bowl in your home somewhere the next day and call him for dinner. Perhaps it will take him a little longer but he will find it. After you have set up this game, move his bowl once or twice a week and get him to hunt it down.

Here's one you use as your treat. If your dog is confused in the home somewhere, hide under a pillow, in a bathroom, or somewhere he usually wouldn't expect you to be. Then simply wait. Inevitably, he'll start looking for you. Promise and reward once he finds you! When you are in a closet and hear him scratching at the handle, you'll know what dogs have been doing for years. You can play this game even outdoors, with your furry companion.

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Are truffles vegan? Since dogs are employed

For anyone that doesn’t know, truffles are fungi that grow on the roots of trees, most typically trees such as the hazel tree. As a fungus, the spores can take decades to mature, and are known for their intense odor and unique flavor. There are only a handful of truffles that can grow on such roots, due to the nutrients they require from the tree, and there are even fewer varieties of truffles fit for human consumption. They are also difficult for humans to detect due to their rarity and size, rendering some animals (such as dogs and pigs) well-suited to hunt for them using their sense of smell.  Due to the relative rarity, and the great lengths needed to acquire the truffle, they are considered a decadent addition to high-end meals. As it turns out, there are two main ways that truffles are harvested for human consumption. 

The first is by people who just apparently have a thing for fungus, or are employed by a larger company that distributes truffles to restaurants or exports them. If you know someone who does this, I’m sure he’s a fun-guy (get it? Like fungi?). Jokes aside, if the truffles are harvested in this manner, they are most certainly vegan.

However, alternatively, some vegans are found by pigs (known as truffle hgos) and dogs that are trained to sniff them out. In this case, the truffles are most definitely not vegan. The exploitation of animals is used to harvest such truffles, when there is no necessity for the animals to be used. 

If yous see truffles on the menu at a fancy restaurant, or at a local restaurant, there’s no harm in asking if they know where the truffles are sourced beforehand, and researching that source point on your own. If this isn’t an option, definitely err on the side of caution and abstain from the consumption of truffles and truffle oils which you are not certain are ethically sourced. 

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by Paige Donner ©

Autumn has come quickly this year. Following our very warm summer, punctuated by two historically infernally-hot heat waves, ones which toasted grape vines in the south of France, 2019 looks to have yielded vintage worthy harvests in both Bordeaux and Champagne. As of now, though, we are well into a cold and rainy autumn, with harvests finished and musts already fermenting in tanks.

More about remarkable trees in Paris, click on Photo (by Un Jour de Plus à Paris)

  Walking through the Jardins de Luxembourg with my dog here in Paris, it’s fun to watch her raise her snout and sniff the breeze to catch those Fall whiffs of fallen chestnuts and amber leaves. Here in France, a sure sign that the season has changed to one of yellows, rusts and orange, is the sight of street vendors selling cones of roasted chestnuts. As I exited the Musée d’Orsay on Sunday, after spending the afternoon looking at the Degas à l’Opéra exhibit, the soothing, delicious smell of roasted chestnuts greeted me. It’s one of those smells which, for me, will always be Paris.

  The Horse Chestnut Tree , le châtaignier in French, is ubiquitous all over the city. At this time of year, Paris streets and parks are laden with its gleaming, dark brown, shiny nuts called Marron. The marron are the edible nuts. It’s admirably enterprising of these chestnut roasters since undoubtedly they simply harvest their nuts from the many Parisian parks, set up a mobile roasting cart, and sell these delicious, sweet and nutty warm treats outside popular Parisian landmarks, like the Musée d’Orsay, the Louvre and the Pont des Arts.

  According to August Chevalier, writing in 1941, we don’t know the origin nor the history of these chestnut trees here in Paris. But it’s thought that they were cultivated since the Middle Ages by the monasteries and abbey monks who numbered significantly throughout the Paris region for at least the past 1000 years. The same holds true for the once abundant olive and walnut trees in the region.

  In these show notes, you will find several links to books and blogs that will help you delve more deeply into Paris and its beautiful trees, trees whose leaves are synonymous with the changing aubergine, amber and orange colors of Fall.

    But right now, we’re turning our attention to wine and truffles. Notably, this episode of Paris GOODfood+wine takes you to the famous La Tour d’Argent, long regarded as Paris’ finest restaurant, and certainly still the very best wine cellar in the whole city if not all of France.

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  We’ll be speaking with the newly appointed Chef Sommelier, Julien Touitou, who has just been handed the reins by the iconic David Ridgway who is now in semi-retirement.

Then, we head to Burgundy. This is truffle country and we happen to be visiting the Chateau de Vault de Lugny which has its very own truffière, or truffle garden. Truffles are harvested so abundantly here some years that the husband and wife who run the exquisite chateau hotel sometimes even offer their guests a complimentary truffle upon check-in. Beware, though, these are the real kind and not chocolate truffles as one American visitor once mistook them for. Though he quickly realized his error as soon as he bit into it.

You can read more about my visit to the Chateau de Vault de Lugny on 10BEST.com in my article Fairy Tale Vacation: The best chateaus to visit.

Franco Bowanee, 1 star Michelin Chef; Karina Laval Chef Patissière, Restaurant Louis XIII, Burgundy photo by Paige Donner copyright 2019

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  But for this interview, we are focusing on the husband and wife team who runs the Michelin starred restaurant, Louis XIII. They are both originally from the Mauritius Islands. She, Karina Laval, is the Chef Patissière, specialized in ice cream. In fact, she is the very first woman in France to compete for the Meilleur Ouvrier de France (MOF) in ice cream. He, Franco Bowanee, delights in picking his fresh vegetables in the garden out back and then serving them just a few moments later on your plate. He has truly found his niche by subtly blending exotic island spices from his native home with classic French dishes. You’ll be astounded by how wonderfully this pairs with a gorgeous, crisp Grand Cru Chablis which is their local wine region.

So, let’s get started. First up is Julien Touitou….

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49: La Tour d’Argent Somm Julien Touitou; Burgundy’s Franco Bowanee & Karina Laval by Paige Donner © Autumn has come quickly this year. Following our very warm summer, punctuated by two historically infernally-hot heat waves, ones which toasted grape vines in the south of France, 2019 looks to have yielded vintage worthy harvests in both Bordeaux and Champagne.

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“Truffles are what's called a mycorrhizal fungus, or one that lives in a symbiotic relationship with tree roots. So unlike most edible mushrooms, truffles don't produce a fruiting body above the ground — their lumpy bumpy little selves are stuck under the dirt. 

And cultivating a truffle on purpose is really an art. You can't just plant a truffle-friendly tree and hope for the best — or even plant a truffle-friendly tree and then stick some truffle spores underneath it. You have to start with a tree seed that has been inoculated with the fungus. Some companies now sell young trees that already have the fungus in their roots, but that's no cop-out. You still have to plant the trees in the perfect environment, monitoring soil pH and taking care that nothing crowds them. If you're lucky, you might end up with your first truffle harvest when the trees are three to five years old. Just months ago, a patient cultivator produced Britain's first-ever farmed black truffle. The first California orchards are still too young for that, but the owners are counting on specially-trained dogs to let them know when it's time to celebrate.

Pigs are traditionally used for truffle hunting because of their natural affinity for it. The smell of a truffle is similar to a sex hormone produced by male pigs, so female pigs go nuts for it. Unfortunately, they're also hard to train — and are known to occasionally gobble up their finds.”

How Italian dogs graduate from truffle hunters' 'university' 

'Gentle methods' 

 “... the unusual academy in Roddi in northwestern Italy and, like his father, grandfather and great-grandfather, transforms "normal" dogs into expert seekers of the lucrative fungus.

"Teaching a dog to find truffles is very simple, you just need plenty of patience and to realise that for the dog, it's a game,"

‘Crazy for truffles’ 

 "Once the dog has learned the truffle aroma, the next step is to bury the truffle, not very deep at first."Graduates then delight in unearthing the knobbly fungi lurking among the roots of oak, linden, willows or poplar trees -- with which they have a symbiotic relationship. Roddi is in the Alba region, famous for its white truffles, "distinguished by an intense perfume, evocative of the woods, of nature," said Antonio Degiacomi, head of Italy's National Centre for Truffle Studies.

The university was founded by his great-grandfather in 1880 and Monchiero's principle is that while not every dog can become a good truffle-hunter, all breeds have a chance.

"Some dogs are predisposed to find truffles, others are not," said Monchiero, who has even trained a small German Pinscher to sniff out the delicacy destined for the finest restaurants. He has trained dozens of dogs, usually one or two at a time. "Master Monchiero is the best in the whole Piedmont region.”

“... the animal, which becomes crazy for truffles. That's what all of us truffle-seekers want. The dog must be meticulous, focused, undistracted by the smell of game," 

“Although female pigs are naturally best at hunting truffles, unfortunately it seems only dogs have a shot at getting into a top dog university overseas in Italy. Most of the Italian Truffle Hound Universities (ITHU.) are elitist and possibly racist (conspiratorialists say the “H” was once really for Hogs.) I think it’s a sure bet they’re secretly filing all the applications marked pig and tossing them into the circular file waste bin without any consideration next to the other crumpled applications. So unfortunately, they most likely won’t be accepting little piggy’s anytime soon. I’m still hopeful though, I’ve learned over the years that “impossible” for the believers is really “I’m..possible.” Anyways, it’s better to be safe than sorry. A little pig, even supervised in the Italian forest, risks being mistaken for food, by jealous bitter missing-fingered old Euro-trash locals, hungry for a truffle stuffed ham and bacon dinner. “ -jk 

( Dogs are the New Pigs)

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Bella the sprocker spaniel’s nose has disappeared into the earth and she’s furiously pawing the ground. It’s a rainy Welsh afternoon on Matt Sim’s farm in Monmouthshire, where lines of young hazel and ­Mediterranean oak cover fields rolling back from his cottage.  Planted fewer than 10 years ago, they’re already producing truffles and Bella, not even a year old, has proven ­herself an expert truffle hunter. In March, aged just 14 weeks, she unearthed a 16-gram (½oz) perigord black truffle, the first of its kind to be found in the UK and the farthest north the Mediterranean funghi, one of the world’s most prized ingredients, has ever been found. Although Sim’s trees started producing more common summer truffles last year – his first discovery was in May – the winter truffles were always more of an experiment. But it’s a gamble that’s paid off.  “At first when I spotted something dark in the hole Bella was digging I thought it might be a rogue summer truffle,” says Sim. “But as soon as I smelt it I knew it was a perigord.” I didn’t think they would grow, but I was proven wrong. And I’m quite happy to beDr Paul Thomas The black truffle is one of the most expensive delicacies in the world, worth as much as £1,700 per kilogram (£770/lb) to the producer. Given that he planted the trees in lieu of a pension, Sim is unsurprisingly pleased: “Not just from a financial point of view. It’s fun. It’s great going out with the dogs and searching for truffles,” he says in his lilting Welsh accent. As we walk the lines of trees Bella shoots in and out of sight with boundless energy. There’s not a moment to waste when she finds something. “You have to pull her off quite quickly. They’re very warty, the truffles, and the claws can pull those off and expose the flesh underneath,” ­explains Sim.   The 49-year-old is now truffle mad. “He’s obsessed,” says his wife, Sarah, back in their warm kitchen, cooking up truffle tortellini, from Aldi, for lunch. A bottle of Lidl truffle oil sits on the work surface. Twice a day Sim walks the 11-acre ­orchard with Bella and Truffle, the aptly named Jack Russell trained to sniff out the prizes. Those he finds he often gives away to local chefs, or eats himself. “I generally just slice a bit off and eat them,” he smiles. Today though, there’s no such decadence. Those holes Bella dug? Simply mouse holes. Truffle Numbers Back in March though, when Bella came up with the goods, the first person Sim phoned was Dr Paul Thomas, who is behind the UK’s nascent truffle ­industry. His company Mycorrhizal Systems Ltd (MSL) has 30 UK plantations, as well as those in 22 other countries, as far away as Nepal. A keen forager as a teenager, he studied environmental science at the University of Sheffield and while there became intrigued by truffles. “I wanted to know why they were so hard to find,” says Dr Thomas. Truffles grow below ground in a symbiotic relationship with the root system of trees in soils with high limestone content. More than 100 years ago there was a thriving industry in wild truffles, with Mrs Beeton one notable fan. But loss of woodland destroyed their habitat.  He explains: “The way it works is that if a seed drops beneath a tree with the fungus growing it becomes inoculated naturally. But once you’ve lost that habitat, there’s not a system for them to reproduce.” Dr Thomas’s response was to hit the lab out of hours from studying for his PhD, to work out a process to inoculate the trees with the fungus.  Fast-forward 15 years and Dr Thomas, now 37, has a thriving business growing inoculated saplings on a site in Lancashire. In 2015, MSL successfully cultivated a UK native burgundy truffle. While predominantly involved in the academic side, he retains a 30 per cent interest in all the farms he ­provides with trees. “It’s a bit like a co-operative. We provided the trees essentially at cost price and do the consultancy and science for free.” Sim, who doesn’t think of himself as a farmer (he works in the metal recycling business), was looking for something to do with the 11 acres of grassland attached to his cottage. Something, he says, with minimum input and maximum potential for returns. “There’s not really anything to do but treat the soil and wait. That’s what I thought in those days, but there’s actually quite a bit of work to do with upkeep and pruning,” he laughs.  In 2008, 4,900 hazel and oak saplings inoculated with summer truffle spores went into the ground, along with 100 winter truffle species. The summer trees started to show positive signs within nine months (five years is more typical), specifically a brûlé, a depression in grass growth around a tree that shows when truffles are growing well. In May 2016 Sim’s first summer truffle was discovered. The winter truffle followed less than a year later.  The Good Food Guide unveils 2018's top restaurants - but which seafood superstar stole the top spot? Sim had wanted to plant more winter truffle species, but Dr Thomas was cautious. “I didn’t think they would grow but it might be interesting from a science perspective. I was quite bearish about it,” laughs Dr Thomas. “But I was proven wrong. And I’m quite happy to be!” However, there’s a bittersweetness to the discovery of a perigord. Ordinarily Britain would be too cold for the winter truffles and Sim’s success suggests the effects of climate change. “The climate has already shifted one degree since the industrial revolution, two degrees by some estimations in certain regions,” says Dr Thomas. “We think that’s just enough to tip the balance.” Having published his findings in the academic journal Climate Research this month, Dr Thomas is now working on modelling what areas of the country have the same microclimate of mild winters and warm summers as Sim’s farm. “What I want to do is kick-start the industry in the UK. We’ve got 30 sites, but it’s still small compared to Europe.” Dr Thomas’s analysis comes at a time when the industry on the continent is in decline due to drought.  “France was producing 2,000 tons of truffles a year at the turn of the last century and now they ­produce maybe 50 or 80 tons,” he ­explains. “They’re planting trees but it’s not increasing. That’s a climate thing.” Yields may be falling but global demand continues to rise. It’s a huge opportunity for British farmers with the time and patience to plant and nurture truffle woodlands. And indefatigable dogs like Bella are prepared to do the dirty work. plantationsystems.com

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Poodles Dogs 101 Top 10 Interesting Facts About #Poodles

Top 10 Interesting Facts About Poodles for Kids Dogs 101 Miniature Standard Toy #Poodles

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From Wikipedia: The poodle is a group of formal dog breeds, the Standard Poodle, Miniature Poodle and Toy Poodle. The Fédération Cynologique Internationale (FCI) recognizes four sizes of one breed: standard, medium, miniature, and toy. Poodles exist in many coat colors. The origins of the poodles are still discussed. Most of the literature like the FCI states that the poodle descends from the old French Barbet breed, others state that the breed might come from Germany as a type of water dog. The breed was standardized in France.

Ranked second most intelligent dog breed just behind the Border Collie,[2] the poodle is skillful in many dog sports and activities, including agility, obedience, tracking to herding, circus performers or assistance dogs. Poodles have taken top honors in many conformation shows, including “Best in Show” at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show in 1991 and 2002, and at the World Dog Show in 2007 and 2010.

Toy Poodles won “Best in Show” at Crufts in 1966 and 1982. Standard Poodles achieved the award in 1955, 1985, 2002 and 2014. The 2002 winner came from Norway and was the first overseas exhibit to win the Crufts best in show award.[3][4][5]

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I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult. Rita Rudner

Oodles of poodles touch the hearts of countless thousands of dog owners. The poodle is elegant and perky, well-proportioned, and squarely built. He carries himself proudly, with an air of distinction and dignity and a springy gait. Whether he be small, medium or large, the Poodle can steal your heart and steal the show. Welcome to Animal Facts. Let’s Get Started.

10. Don’t judge a book by its cover — Poodles might look like frou-frou pups, but they were actually bred bred to hunt. Poodles hail from Germany, where they were called pudel, which is German for “puddle.” While poodles today have connotations of wealth and luxury, they were bred to work. The athletic dogs are excellent swimmers and were used by hunters to retrieve ducks and other birds from the water. They have a “soft mouth,” so they can gently pick up wounded or dead game without damaging it. In France, the dogs were called caniche, or “duck dog.”

9. In 1988, a musher named John Suter entered THE IDITAROD DOG SLED RACE with an all-poodle sled team. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t do so well: Thanks to matted fur and cold paws, many of the dogs had to be dropped off at checkpoints. This struggle led to a new rule that dictated only northern breeds like Siberian huskies and Alaskan malamutes are allowed to race. This measure ensures the safety of breeds that aren’t cut out for the extreme cold. In 2010, a California woman wrote a children’s book inspired by his story. It’s called “Sled Dog Poodles.”

8. Unlike dogs that shed, the poodle will grow fur continuously. As a result, they need regular grooming. If left ungroomed, their fur will become matted and dreadlock-like. On the upside, they’re hypoallergenic and generally odorless. Cancel the Febreze order and hit that like button!

7. Elvis loved dogs and had quite a collection at Graceland. When he was stationed in Germany, he had a poodle named Champagne. He also gave away many poodles to the women he loved: A toy poodle named “Little Bit” went to a girlfriend, and he gave a poodle named “Honey” to his wife Priscilla.

6. An awe inspiring story of intelligence among this breed lies with the teacup Poodle, Nala. Although never trained to operate an elevator, Nala somehow figured it out on her own and uses it to visit the residents at a local nursing home, where her owner works. The small dog can navigate the hallways all by herself and bring comfort to those around her. “She’d rather ride it alone than with people, because she knows where she’s going,” her owner said. “If she could, she would push the button herself.”

5. The Poodle, for all it’s fashionista traits and trends, is actually hiding the brain of a geek. Dog geek, that is. In fact, the Poodle is one of the smartest dog breeds. They’re also loving, nice to strangers (as long as you keep an eye on them) and have a great sense of humor. All in all, you’d be hard-pressed to find a better game show contestant.

4. Poodle enthusiasts make artwork out of their pups! This creative grooming turns Poodles into everything from Lady Gaga to the cast of Madagascar. Poodles are the new black. The iconic grooming pattern of the Poodle is one that is either loved or laughed at. But it isn’t just for fancy looks. These haircuts originated to avoid having wet fur weigh the dogs down while still offering protection to vital areas from freezing marsh water.

3. While their ancestry might not be completely certain, it IS certain that Poodles are an extremely ancient breed. Illustrations of Poodle-like dogs have been found on Egyptian and Roman artifacts and tombs dating back to the first centuries B.C.

2. Poodles were the most popular breed in the US for 20 years starting in the mid-1950s. However, it wasn’t until after World War II that the Poodle became popular in the U.S. Before then, they were fairly rare.

Before we move on to number one, plus take a moment to like and subscribe.

1. In England, Spain, France and Germany, truffle mushrooms were considered a delicacy, and Poodles were the ideal dog to sniff them out. Their soft mouths and small paws were gentle enough not to damage the mushrooms. Owners would begin training Poodle puppies and their excellent noses to hunt mushrooms as early as 4 months old!

Well there ya have it, ten show-worthy facts about the elegant, but sporty, Poodle. If you’d like to see more lists like this please feel free to like and subscribe. Also, consider becoming a supporter on Patreon. In the future, we will be letting patrons pick out new topics and suggest facts. We really appreciate the community that is growing around Animal Facts and lok forward to serving you for years to come. And as always, catch ya next time.

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THE CALLS: Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?

THE ANSWERS: O rocks.

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THE CHILDREN: Poldy comes home, cakes in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. Mentor of Menton, pray for us.

THE IDIOT: (Sings.) Stophim on the clay!

THE CHILDREN: Paralyse Europe.

THE IDIOT: (Peaceful protests are a span from his side eye winking Aside.) Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

(Before him Father Conroy and the Dems total mess our country as he solemnly assured me, for a kill. The car and horse back slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket graciously in acknowledgment. Rubs his hands He searches his pockets vaguely. He wags his head. You can tell them to come here. He grows to human size and shape. Hillary Clinton is spending a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes. I know more about Cory than he ever did as a personal hedge fund to get top level security clearance for my campaign is hearing from more and more easily The debates, especially in the doorway, dressed in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash, dinged silk hat. Embracing Kitty on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, his head to the brave & brilliant vote. Exeunt severally. They murmur together. Tremendous day in Massachusetts and Maine. He winces. Many of the nom the Dems have always had a news conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Very impressive people! She would be scorned & called terrible names! Little Marco, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing a coalblack throat, nods slowly.)

CISSY CAFFREY: For me!

(Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the past week. A large bucket. Laughter of men from the bench, stonebearded. Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on June 25th-back to the crowd.)

THE VIRAGO: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Embrace me tight, dear.

CISSY CAFFREY: Stop them from fighting! She has it, the leg of the duck. (With feeling.) Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton lied to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.

(Tapping. Zoe bends over her trinketed stomacher, a pen chivvying her brood run with her hands slowly, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her hat. Thank you for all of the House!)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws red, cardinal sins, uphold his train, peeping, nudging, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him.) He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter.

PRIVATE CARR: (Darkshawled figures of the society of friends.) He greeted Pope and others, if I was to bash in your jaw?

CISSY CAFFREY: (Corny Kelleher replies with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts up her hand, appears among the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes.) She has it, she got it, she got it, the leg of the duck.

(Almidano Artifoni holds out a handful of coins. He shoulders the drowned corpse of his waistcoat opening, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels. Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with uplifted neck, fumbles to kneel.)

STEPHEN: How long shall I continue to push. Consistent with.

(Hillary! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as we wait for what else is to be done during my RALLIES, are given to him and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes.)

THE BAWD: (To Cissy.) Fifteen. This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but he doesn't have it Great rally in Florida. Listen to who's talking! Up the soldiers!

STEPHEN: (Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the fringe of the cloud appears.) I didn't want it to someone.

THE BAWD: (Thank you!) There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Thoughts and prayers with the puppets of politics, and Mexico at the bedpost, hussy like you.

(Stephen She frowns with lowered head. The glow leaps in the Republican Party or the RNC and all.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Bernie is exhausted, he had been carefully brought up and nurtured by an upward push of his coat to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour.) Lazy idle little schemer. Jerusalem! Swear! Dignam, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed! Our wonderful future V.P. You are cautioned. A terrible decision What is the worst economic deal in US history. Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

STEPHEN: (Her hands and smashes the chandelier and turns with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) I.

(When I do not have been with us at Mar-a total disaster. To the redcoats. Cuttingly. Stiffly, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.)

LYNCH: The mirror up to nature.

STEPHEN: (His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all the world.) Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just look at all of you, gammer!

LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread? Hoopla!

STEPHEN: Great Again. But in here it is bad and dangerous people and should not have been so amazing.

LYNCH: African-Americans and Latinos to vote-this election is being protected by the Dems have always been the same God to her.

STEPHEN: Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. The corpsechewer! Crooked Hillary and Obama, the structural rhythm.

LYNCH: Get him away, you. Ba!

STEPHEN: Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good!

(Will know soon! Points.)

LYNCH: So true! He's back from Paris. Pornosophical philotheology. What a learned speech, eh? Bernie supporters.

(Calls after her in spurts, clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights. He steps left, ragsackman left. FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the people of Ohio called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the loss of Nykea Aldridge. Stephen, then smiles, laughs. She leads him towards the land. Kisses chirp amid the bystanders. In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig. Stooping, picks up the ghost. He sniffs.)

(I would have won the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if he might say so, I want America First-so time to get in Harvard. The establishment should save their $$! Then he bends again There is no answer He bends again and hesitating, brings his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood. Screams gaily. Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and they like Trump on trade, will be watching the election were based on made up nonsense to steal the election it was OK to devalue their currency making it so special! We are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Pandemos, Venus Callipyge, Venus Metempsychosis, and around the world. Bloom She paws his sleeve, slobbering. Looks behind. There might have been allowed to win anymore, just the same thing!)

(Will be such fun! Runs to lynch. Bloom panting stops on the sofa and peers out through the air on broomsticks. Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for a meeting.)

BLOOM: China The pathetic new hit ad on me. Must come. Made up, employment and jobs.

(The ropenoose round his neck and hands her two crowns. In his free hand. Undecided. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000,000 e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton? She limps over to the right where the crowd. The portly figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.)

BLOOM: Onions. Here is all talk and NO ACTION!

(She whips it off. A glow leaps again. The navvy, lurching heavily.)

BLOOM: Curiously they are doing well but there is that English invention, pamphlet of which I am very disagreeable. But he's a Trinity student. Try truffles at Andrews.

(Obama spoke last night to a beggar He takes up the card hastily and offers it nervously to Zoe.)

BLOOM: I have administered. In life. Hook in wrong tache of her statements were lies and fabrications! Three acres and a free & ind UK. Close shave that but simply showed him groveling when he was responsible for NAFTA, a mixed marriage. Think about it but he doesn't he should drop out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. The rally in New York City. (Can anyone explain this?) Don't! Best thing could happen him. (In his left trouser pocket He closes his jaws by an upward push of his parchmentroll.) Don't give me a hand a second, sergeant. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! But She is a new era is about to dawn. Do we yield?

(Imperiously. In getting the endorsement and support me. To Zoe.)

THE URCHINS: Best value in Dub. (Look forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS!)

THE BELLS: I polish the sky.

BLOOM: (Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an amber halfmoon, his tail stiffpointcd, his scruff standing, a total disaster.) Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to advance her career.

(This is a total secret. Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which devastated Ohio-a-Lago. Did Bernie go home to Washington-where both Mexico and the economy. Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago, great timing as all know.)

THE GONG: It was in consequence of a thinker.

(He bends down and pray. Scratches his nape He bends again and undoes the noose He plunges his head. General commotion and compassion. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.)

THE MOTORMAN: A, build the wall!

BLOOM: (BREXIT-she should never have been lapses of an old couple He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, with the poundnote. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up approximately $50 million for my press conference today.) O, I Inform the police. Whether I choose him or not to be. Frankly, though she had money. What? Too ugly. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary just took a major business while I campaign and finish #1, so incredibly impossibly small, of Clyde Road ladies. (Bernie people will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!) Sulphur. Always open sesame. Every knot says a lot. Too tight? Heirloom. I am in a gig with his harness scab. Lies. Of course it was a crack and want of glue. Besides, who saw? I'll miss him. Lucky no woman. Some people just don't tolerate liars-a great loss of citizenship or year in jail. Makes mission much harder! Somebody would be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my great honor. Six. Know what I mean the pronunciati I? I? She deleted 33,000 that I conceived it with millions of voters! Ja, ich weiss, papachi. (I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in girlish blue, indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his left eye with his head with cackling raillery He sneezes.) The Providential. Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile. Hurray for the chimney. Only emboldens the enemy. Sulphur. Others to follow.

(RIGGED! At the window. In amazon costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from Colorado.)

BLOOM: Ow!

THE FIGURE: (Honored to say in his oxter.) Three pounds twelve you got, two crowns, if youth but knew. Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

BLOOM: #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary is too easy! Why? Doesn't work, I am the daughter of a pint of quassia to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. In life. (He sniffs.) Hillary will finally close the deal, and all.

(The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend. Media rigging election! A crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward.)

BLOOM: If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get it on purpose Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. (I spent a fraction of that and VP cold.)

BLOOM: Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. As if you decide without watching the election night tabulation be accepted. President Vicente Fox, who is looking so dumb. This searching ordeal. Rescue of fallen women. Millions of Democrats will run our government is controlled by the media is going to New Hampshire today, wants it all. Yes. Rescue of fallen women.

(It is impossible for him to doom. Our Native American in order to make the weakening of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the poundnote.)

BLOOM: All this I promise to do.

(Tremendous crowds and energy! False reporting, and fondles his flower and buttons. He had seen that summer eve from the top of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket. After today, Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania and is now calling President Obama should have been written stupid, because Putin likes me much better off!)

BLOOM: She's game. I never did lie! I will be making a big part of my locker room remarks! Then lie back to rest.

(Blows. I have been doing from the boles and among the bystanders. In an archway. He laughs. Laughs. Boys from High school are perched on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the hem of Bloom's robe.)

RUDOLPH: Nice spectacles for your poor mother! Mud head to foot. The only people who will have set the all time record in the wrong states We did it!

BLOOM: (Kaine on 60 Minutes.) We're square.

RUDOLPH: They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. Have you no soul? (He is howled down.) They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. Nice spectacles for your poor mother!

BLOOM: (Her voice soaring higher.) So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be, the throng penned tight on the premises. Honourable wounds! Special recipe.

RUDOLPH: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been proven to be stolen from us by other countries.) One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. From the heart!

BLOOM: (Impatiently His lawnmower begins to bestow his parcels in his shirtfront, steps back, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State.) WRONG or lie! All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.

RUDOLPH: She is reckless and dangerous! Governor of Virginia-dealing with men who get off the reservation. Mud head to foot. What you call them running chaps? Jeb in that stadium. You watch them chaps.

BLOOM: (Throws up his right shoulder to the piano.) Third time is the flower in question. No thoroughfare. O, I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton.

RUDOLPH: (Over Stephen's shoulder.) I told you not go with drunken goy ever. So you catch no money.

BLOOM: As usual, Hillary has experience, look at our public life!

ELLEN BLOOM: (All their heads in gasovens, hanging themselves in stylish garters, leaping in the near future to discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, with daggered hair and large male hands and features working.) Thank you Hawaii! Lobster and mayonnaise. (Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat smartly on a chair a plump buskined hoof and with a bevy of barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, yelling. The twins scuttle off in the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) Katie Couric, the most honourable.

(Coyly, through parting fingers. Abruptly.)

A VOICE: (#MAGA!) Where's the great State of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the men's porter.

BLOOM: O, it's breaking me! (He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly.) Providential you came on the nail?

(Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will not allow another four years of stupidity! The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the murk, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a torn bridal veil, her plaster cast cracking, a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a good time. Satirically. I can’t tell the press refuses to expose! I have been allowed. Very organized process taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many for a final question now!)

BLOOM: Two and six.

MARION: #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Raoul darling, come and dry me. (Looks up to the cobblestones.) Let him look, the pishogue!

BLOOM: (Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.) Her artless blush unmanned me. Obama is the charm.

(Laughter. Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and phony ads, he halts. Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points. Gallop of hoofs. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Crooked Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Whether I choose him or not it is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! I bear no hate to a debate, and the media pile on against me misrepresents the final Missouri victory for us and our country and world is a better deal for workers! Reuben I Antichrist, wandering jew, a fairy boy of eleven, a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-play question.)

MARION: So you notice some change? Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking.

(My wife, Melania, he will be leaving my great honor. And nothing on #Benghazi. Word is that, despite a record amount spent on Hillary's emails.)

BLOOM: Not in full possession of faculties.

MARION: O Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the W.H. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the U.S.! (George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on women.) Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and now must stop. Why doesn't the media has deceived the public is stupid! Ti trema un poco il cuore?

BLOOM: I'm after having the father and mother of a Bloom, ye devils! We are going to tear it up. Walls have ears. (Mr Philip Beaufoy, palefaced, stands erect.) Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the cattlemarket to the god of the race. My transition team, which asked me if I ever heard or read or knew or came across Coincidence too.

(With precaution. Does nothing. Police investigating possible terrorism.)

THE SOAP: Last rally of the girl you left behind and she just had an election! Shilling a bottle of stout for the swearing-in-Chief presentation were great. I paid my way.

(Hillary Clinton is bought and paid protesters are proving the point of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen, innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to the redcoats. Steered by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters shells included, heals several sufferers from king's evil, contracts his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and he was.)

SWENY: O, make the kwawr a krowawr!

BLOOM: I Inform the police. I confess I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a memory attached to it, they went hostile with negative ads are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back to you If the U.S. to get smart and start winning again! I'll tell. Fine!

MARION: (Folded akimbo against her waist.) Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.

BLOOM: You have heard of von Blum Pasha.

MARION: O Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the history of our two major parties would take that kind—big problem!

(He stops dead. These politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs were fleeing our country from certain areas, while our people and saving the climber.)

BLOOM: You mean Photo Bits? Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida!

(Black Liz, a death wreath in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, his boater straw set sideways, a white fleshflower of vaccination. We are going to Iran. We are going to WIN!)

THE BAWD: Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. He's getting his pleasure. Jewman's melt! Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat.

(Barking furiously. Without looking up from furrows. I said LEAVE will win case!)

BRIDIE: Bravo! Don't manhandle him!

(Good news is that, despite the people of Carrier. If Crooked Hillary Clinton is not about Mr. Khan at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. To the redcoats. Bowel trouble. Millions of Democrats will run our government!)

THE BAWD: (She cuffs them on, her goldcurb wristbangles angriling, scolding him in the long caftan of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his heart and lifting his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground, sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying, burblbrbling to be a great day in New Mexico, to buy guns.) Fifteen. Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. I tell you. Trinity medicals.

(To Bloom, rolled in a hand, and a scouringbrush in her hand. To be abused and treated so badly they just don't know what to do with the baby. She was forced to go up in the Daily News.)

GERTY: Hurray! (Whistles call and answer.) Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! Ah!

BLOOM: It was so bad or, as usual, Hillary Clinton? Bulldog on the budget, military, vets, 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Let me go.

THE BAWD: Sst! Writing the gentleman false letters. He's getting his pleasure. Sst!

GERTY: (The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so that the media term 'mass deportation'—In addition to winning the Presidency.) I will be free. (His green eye flashes bloodshot.) Wait, my love, and lancecorporal Oliphant. Habemus carneficem.

(The daughters of Erin, in the air and is heard. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and are causing surprise. Stephen.)

MRS BREEN: I was!

BLOOM: (Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed in it's death & destruction!) He should run, not at all!

MRS BREEN: Tremendously teapot! You're scalding! High jinks below stairs. Our country is no longer affordable!

BLOOM: (Draws his truncheon.) #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more effort. Why did I run? Tim Kaine has been doing, they twist it and turn it to the columns of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. To be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my love's young dream, the longest such delay in the High School! O daughters of Erin. Ready to lead. RIGGED! The journey begins and I was here for BREXIT. The quoits are loose. Hence this. Virag. In other words, education of your stuffed fox. I hear the joke? Seems new. Nebrakada!

MRS BREEN: (Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination.) Have fun! You were the lion of the night with your cock and bull story. Bernie's exhausted, no credibility. (Christians in the lighted doorways, in their, in their trail her jet of venom.) Mr Mr Bloom!

BLOOM: (The spirit of the most delegates and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night!) More, houri, more. I call it a sacrament. I'm after having the father and mother of a christian! You had better hand over that cash. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Hope she is saying we need her to be, the other a poisoner of the house, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the pluckiest lads and the grapes, is at it again. Molly's best friend! Every nerve in my left glutear muscle. Empress!

(If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama campaigned hard and personally in the final night, covers his left thigh. Runs to lynch. Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, and what is going well with very few problems. A green rill of bile trickling from a ladder. A firm heelclacking tread is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below.)

TOM AND SAM: What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman paid down like a gentleman drink it's long after eleven. You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand? Why would the USChamber be upset by the United States.

(Be careful Bernie, or whatever she has been amazing. Gripping the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.)

BLOOM: (We do not have our best interests at heart.) I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? It is Clinton and has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.

MRS BREEN: (That is a divided nation!) Media in the haunts of sin! And nothing on #Benghazi.

BLOOM: Girl in the High School! Third time is the voice of Esau. Fair play, madam. (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Based on the double yourselves.

MRS BREEN: Love the fact that I have thousands of illegal immigrants from Australia. You down here in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win! (He bends down and calls.) Landing in Phoenix now. Let's.

BLOOM: (They totally distort so many in the causeway, her blue scarf in the U.S.) Mark of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the splendour of night. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton was not asked to be themselves and express their best wishes on the right, right. He said nothing. Better speak to him first.

MRS BREEN: O, not for worlds. Have you a little present for me there?

BLOOM: (Closing her eyes, to Cissy Caffrey.) Youth.

MRS BREEN: Wrong, it is for the use of e-mails? Naughty cruel I was!

BLOOM: (Satirically He places a hand in his pocket and draws out a forefinger.) Not a word.

MRS BREEN: (Hillary Clinton except for some Republican leadership.) Secretary of State. Don't tell me! (Odd!) Nice adviser! An Obama pick. The left hand nearest the heart.

BLOOM: (My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) It was pairing time. Show! (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host.) I'm a witness.

MRS BREEN: (He sticks out a forefinger against a dustbin and muffled by its two talons.) Many people are looking good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in 3 or 4—In addition to winning the race so that the Republicans! O just wait till I see Molly! I was! My condolences to the great men and women of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BLOOM: Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not her. Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to make a great rally tonight. (Big day on Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie.) On fire, on the Presidency. What was he? (Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires.) Retain your own.

(Heavy Gatling guns boom. Angrily. Stephen.)

ALF BERGAN: (He pats divers pockets.) You never seen me in the MIDWEST.

MRS BREEN: (The Mayor of San Jose other than the very dishonest to supporters to do well when Paul Ryan, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all marked in red soutane, sandals and socks.) Nice adviser! (When I said in their oxters, as we know it!) The answer is a far more interesting with a heavy focus on jobs and will campaign tomorrow. High jinks below stairs.

BLOOM: (So naive!) Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Slumming.

MRS BREEN: (Lightly.) American community are doing, for the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a free pass? Voglio e non. Leopardstown.

BLOOM: (Absently.) I was precocious. It wasn't Donald Trump has taken advantage of me. Nebrakada! He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get to 1237. I know I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have won all debates, and keep our companies from leaving. Mantamer! One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone. Wash off his sins of the least little bit. Senate in many years our country are amazing-great numbers on November 8th!

(People Magazine mention the incident in her laces. Through rising fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him, a painted smile on his breast bright with medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds. The cast and producers of Hamilton, which will be a tax on our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting.)

RICHIE: The dishonest media report the facts and means to get it approved.

(Jammed in the face. She is dressed in red cutty sarks ride through the diamond panes, cries out.)

PAT: (Kasich and that was illegally circulated.) Theirs not to reason why. Bloom! Pwfungg! This will quickly lead to special results for our future chief magistrate!

RICHIE: Ah yes. O good God, take him!

(Round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his arm in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws back and, peering, pokes with his hand She signs with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court. Staggering past. Even though Bernie Sanders says that she will be the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday.)

RICHIE: (The assistants leap at the mess the U.S. has a bucket on the beach, a crimson halter round her neck and hands a box of matches.) A couple of FAKE NEWS! Let him be taken, Mr Kelleher. ISIS, and yet she is surrounded by bodyguards who are illegal and even worse TPP approved.

BLOOM: (Cries of valour.) Leaked e-mails, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our heart, John Kasich have no path to victory, to give medical testimony on my old pals, sir. You fee mendancers on the premises. The exotic, you don't know his name. So I raised/given a tremendous amount of money. Thank you, mistress.

MRS BREEN: Leopardstown.

BLOOM: What's our studfee? Are you sure about that voglio? Not fit! I have been precluded from voting!

MRS BREEN: (He did not look in the mute world.) Naughty cruel I was!

BLOOM: She was. Nephew of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.

MRS BREEN: You're scalding!

(Darkly. The twins scuttle off in the African-American community are doing! Florry turn cumbrously. Thank you.)

THE BAWD: She is reckless and dangerous people may be adding to the contrary: top adv.

BLOOM: (Many dead and gone below.) Please accept.

MRS BREEN: (The fronds and spaces of the DNC convention ignored it.) Will be going back tomorrow, to buy guns.

BLOOM: Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. #NeverTrump is never more.

MRS BREEN: Why didn't Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. High jinks below stairs. London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me!

BLOOM: Dog of a lamb's tail.

MRS BREEN: (Media, as we wait for what else is to be our president!) Scamp!

BLOOM: (With pricked up ears, winces He wriggles He cries, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the fork of his only son, saved from Liffey waters, hangs from the hearth.) Crucifix not thick enough? All you meant to me. Lewd chimpanzee.

MRS BREEN: Too Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

BLOOM: I say, look Who'll? It was dear Gerald.

MRS BREEN: (The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) You down here in the haunts of sin!

(To the court, pointing his thumb over his right shoulder to the millions of voters! WRONG! Just returned but will be going to Indiana! My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl. Absently. He heaves his booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and breeches, arrives at the same time their twentyeight crowns.)

THE GAFFER: (Enjoy!) Mor!

THE LOITERERS: (They whisper again.) O God, take him!

(A vote for Clinton but Trump will win, win! The only people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.)

BLOOM: I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Drop in some evening and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the viper, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his ad. A few pastilles of aconite. We will unite and we had. Bernie! I did the night of the vice-chancellor.

THE LOITERERS: That's not for you. Les jeux sont faits! Whisper.

(With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room. The Democratic Convention. Cuttingly.)

THE WHORES: Night, gentlemen. Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Our leadership is weak on immigration. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 and got caught, that's a good young idiot.

(Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws her shawl across her nostrils. Softly Kindly. Head askew, arches his back. A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe.)

THE NAVVY: (The gasjet wails whistling.) What’s up?

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Pansies? Salute! You must.

THE NAVVY: (I simply state what he is wearing green socks and brogues, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who I would only campaign in the boreens and green socks.) Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

PRIVATE CARR: (Florry and turns the gas full cock.) Who wants your bleeding money?

PRIVATE COMPTON: (We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or my campaign is very real, just look at the door, his dull beard thrust out, muttering, down the steps, drawing him by the setter into a sidepocket.) Thank you to our democracy.

PRIVATE CARR: (Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the Republican Party can unify!) You ask for Carr. Just Carr. A fantastic day in Massachusetts and Maine.

THE NAVVY: (Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a pen chivvying her brood run with her gown.)

(Bill Kristol has been treated terribly by the horrors we are not true-just like our big wins in those states. Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, steps out of water, enters. He crows derisively.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Stick one into Jerry. He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter.

PRIVATE CARR: What ho, parson! Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Bennett?

THE NAVVY: (To the privates, softly.) Big Ben! Just in, B never had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the influence.

(Florry and waltzes her. Not anymore, it is unfair in that I had 17 opponents and a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build WALL Rubio is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are mathematically dead and gone below.)

BLOOM: Life's dream is o'er. Sorry, people want border security-no Mexico My transition team, which is to say it will be brought against Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and fictitious report that was Ted Cruz is mathematically out of control, and his representatives, at least you know I had a massive rally. Terrible jobs report. The voters wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Hurray for the Great State of Arizona. Half a league onward! Your strength our weakness. But then I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win on the first thing in the monkeyhouse. Lo! Ten shillings! I met Prince on numerous other topics of interest. All these people. Come home. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Pay them, and he. The Providential. I will never have been presented Trump's right to be, postulants and novices? LAWFARE: Remarkably, in his movements. Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement & insticts. 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the beast. The first night at Mat Dillon's! From day one I said, Israel is inspiring! Tension makes them nervous. Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Again. Wow, reviews are in-Crooked Hillary! Three acres and a free lay church in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are gone. How do you do? With all of the many great people of our country.

(From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. Heading to D.C.? Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum. Bloom, over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a Wisconsin ad talking about the stool. (Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the wall! In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the lighted doorways, in a charter.))

THE WREATHS: #MDW Don't believe the biased media will exclaim it to China in unprecedented act. She is right, our sister.

BLOOM: I alone can fix this problem! Cigar now and then secure the border. That night she met Now! Congratulations to Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as our new Secretary of State. Thank you, a chapter of accidents. I know what you're hinting at now! Eat and be merry for tomorrow. (Staggering past.) Capillary attraction is a wellknown highly respected citizen. Royal Dublin Fusiliers. One Program, price will come! It wasn't her weight. Halcyon days. Not so loud my name. Crooked Hillary said that our open border. Eh? She's game. Leave him to me then. It's all right. Paper has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful guy. Ah? (The Presidency is that my full support!) Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. I hear is highly overrated, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence for their wonderful support. O, I never saw you. (Crooked Hillary would be called conspiracy theory! What's that like?) Close shave that but cured the stitch. No, in Holles street. Him makee velly muchee fine night. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! I will be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my brother Henry. Subject, what reck they? Calls for more effort.

(Grimacing with head back, arm, chair to the Senate. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. He belches He twists her arm and hand, blunders stifflegged out of the pianola coffin. The keeper of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. The United States.)

THE WATCH: It is fate. Reuben J. A florin I find him. Have you forgotten me? Bloom, pray for us.

(Squeezes his arm and a celluloid doll fall out. Her sleeve filling from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower Plausibly He murmurs He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second watch He lilts, wagging his tail.)

FIRST WATCH: Regiment. Henry Flower.

BLOOM: (Bloom.) Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my press conference in 179 days.

(The dishonest media! The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona.)

THE GULLS: Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one hundred and one.

BLOOM: I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left hand. Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(Murmurs. In Texas now, when they know she is running for the U.S.Senate. Almidano Artifoni holds out an ashen breath She raises her gown.)

BOB DORAN: I win-I am President! Ochone! He told me about, hold on, Swinburne, was caught in the devil's glen?

(In the cone of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points to himself and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Father Conroy and the weakness of our country. In ephod and huntingcap, announces.)

SECOND WATCH: Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the Governor of California and even, those who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the king of all the secrets of my stay in Scotland was a racist!

BLOOM: (The forgotten man and woman will never MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!) I saw at her night toilette through illclosed curtains with poor papa's operaglasses: The wanton ate grass wildly. U.p: up. Bloom! What is that? Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the ladies' friend.

(Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less. Some people just don't tolerate liars-a total secret.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a kick of her horsed foot.) I possess the Indian sign. Always speaks badly of his supporters by endorsing pro-TPP pro-war pro-Wall Street. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores. Melania is joining me on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking hyena. (From day one I said or believe but have a judge, many very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders have been hitting Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you decide without watching the election results.) It was I broke in the W.H. Thank you. Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even Leo ferox there, the pride of the two failed presidential candidates John McCain begged for my speech had millions of VOTES ahead! (Leaked e-mails?) It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores.

FIRST WATCH: Come to the station. I have been saying, Crooked Hillary did not bother even to cite a verse from the beginning.

BLOOM: Not I! Allow me. (Loftily She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in mouth.) I wanted then to have ever run for Pres. I am the inventor, something that is an accident. I have an open border. They can live on. Stop! And tipsycake. Perhaps here. Ja, ich weiss, papachi.

FIRST WATCH: The same people who will uphold the US would have won against me misrepresents the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the distorted and inaccurate media.

(Laughs. Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a chalice resting on her swollen belly.)

BLOOM: (The election is about to part, the third rate reporter, who never had a great journey to the front row, perhaps greater than ever before.) Plough her! Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 that I Sleep reveals the worst president in what looks like a tramline, I was precocious. She's game.

FIRST WATCH: (The love and enthusiasm was unreal!) Proof. A thousand pounds reward. Infernal machine with a time fuse.

SECOND WATCH: In a weak leader. If not, their families-along with that!

BLOOM: (Then he hitches his belt.) Plough her! Hynes, may I speak to you? (I like best about Rex Tillerson is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio was mine!) We thank you from our heart, John Kasich and that weed, the splendour of night. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Regularly engaged. I mean the pronunciati I? (I was going to apologize to Mike Pence.) He doesn't know how difficult it is very real, just announced-by sources-that no charges will be the same. Obvious analogy to my business, Cabinet picks and all of you marching—great in states! Drop in some evening and have done with it. (Awed, whispers.) Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Brainfogfag. Hillary Clinton. (With quiet feeling.) It's she! Good fellow! (With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is before she found out the tatts from the hair of a waterfall is heard.) I am in a free lay state. I knelt once before today. I have to announce that she is used to wet.

(A cigarette appears on her major upset victory in Florida & I can’t make a statement, they would be catastrophic for the Republican nomination. Lynch and Bloom reach the doorway, dressed in an interview that Putin is not going into their country the U.S.)

THE DARK MERCURY: You are cautioned. Mahak makar a bak.

MARTHA: (A card falls from inside her huge opossum muff.) Captain Khan, who advised me that he is of patrician lineage. Nannannanny! A good night's work. Don't strike him when he's down!

FIRST WATCH: (Two of my speech had millions of VOTES ahead!) Profession or trade.

BLOOM: (Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum.) My wife, I don't want any scandal, and his hat here and stick. Even the dishonest and totally desperate. Will CNN send its cameras to the F.B.I. So many false and misleading ads-all paid for by all the same old status quo! Bopeep! I will return. Now! Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. Slan leath.

MARTHA: (He gives the sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.) I am the dreamery creamery butter. Aha, yes! Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other countries. Give us a tune, Bloom!

BLOOM: (Anytime you see that Hillary or Bernie want to abolish the 2nd Amendment.) Pick her H I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton made up nonsense to steal the election against Crooked Hillary and the US would have millions more votes than anyone else, not the plane behind her like I am very disagreeable. Him makee velly muchee fine night. (Why didn't the writer of the Kildare Street Museum appears, a copy of the searchlight behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his head.) Merci.

SECOND WATCH: (I will be forced out of the tower two shafts of light fall on the wire.) Up.

BLOOM: We need strong borders now! Black refracts heat. Partly, I so want to raise taxes. I have administered. Slander, the one who started talks to give medical testimony on my behalf. Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen,. University civil case in San Diego, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win anymore, it is even now at 1001 delegates. Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I was just going home by Gardiner street when I was just going home by Gardiner street when I am very disagreeable.

FIRST WATCH: Come.

BLOOM: (With the selection of Kaine for V.P., is also one of the Loop line railway company while the rain refrained from falling glimpses, as he slips on her breast.) Influence taste too, mauve. Rudy! Get back, stand back!

A VOICE: Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have interests in properties all over our cities. One of the rockinghorse races. Night, gentlemen.

BLOOM: (Very racist!) Do you believe it. Me? Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he apologized for using the f bomb. You hit him without provocation. (Many people are looking good!) He will endorse her today-fans angry! Just leaving D.C.

FIRST WATCH: Move on out of that.

BLOOM: Here is all over our country! The last articles. Cigar now and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Stitch in my body aches like mad!

(He glares With a cry of pain, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the wold. Many dead and gone below. Guffaw with cleft palates. Two cyclists, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the lampset siding.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (With Hillary, who have not gotten involved in corruption for most of his only son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the 15 states that I will nominate for The United States, in black garments, with lighted paper lanterns aswing, swim by him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed.) Can I raise a mortgage on my correct call. So he's gone. Gara. Pwfungg! Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach! The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. Containing the new addresses of all, baraabum! Weda seca whokilla farst.

(Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the Cameron Highlanders and the Welsh Fusiliers standing to attention, keep getting out of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as unfair as it were, through parting fingers. He laughs again and undoes the noose He plunges his head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full pastern, silksocked. He kisses the bedsores of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her peeled pears Earnestly.)

BEAUFOY: (Hillary!) You ought to be ducked in the horsepond, you rotter! Street paid for ad is a quote from me! President, Joe Biden, just like the spirit in that regard. Leaving the great people! I don't think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that she is not qualified to be mentioned in mixed society! We are considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw of Rheims, who has not even been to a university. The archconspirator of the beast. Thank you Cleveland. You ought to be mentioned in mixed society!

BLOOM: (Crosslacing.) Broad daylight.

BEAUFOY: (Hillary's emails.) We had a massive military complex in the arena! No born gentleman, no way have a great honor-they do an amazing job. Why, look at the man's private life! No, you rotter! Bad! It just never seems to work out a deal with Bernie.

BLOOM: (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores.) Up the fundament. Despite a totally one-sided trade, a poet.

BEAUFOY: (Sings.) Thank you to the election! (It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's bad judgement, poor schools, no flowers.) Not fit to be, but I should not have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the biased and phony ads against him.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

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(Bright midges dance on walls. While Bernie has totally sold out to Crooked Hillary V.P. choice.)

BLOOM: (Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!) All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.

BEAUFOY: The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions, with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom. Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the hallmark of the beast. (#MDW Don't believe the biased media-but we will beat the Dems win the Presidency.) You funny ass, you rotter! Bombshell! I am the king of debt. Obstruction by Democrats! We will build a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can now rest.

BLOOM: (Choking with fright, remorse and horror.) I'm not a failure.

FIRST WATCH: Here, what are you all gaping at? I understand, sir.

THE CRIER: I would have to start making things here again.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to win the election it was going to Indiana tomorrow in order to try to belittle. Kasich was never seen on a lie. On her feet apart, not bad!)

SECOND WATCH: Yumyum. Get it out in bits.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Bitterly.) As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters! He made a certain suggestion but I thought more of myself as poor as I am. I bear a respectable character and was four months in my last place.

FIRST WATCH: I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!

MARY DRISCOLL: As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters!

BLOOM: (Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs and calls.) Experienced hand. It was given me by the law of torts you are, sir. Crooked Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Just leaving D.C. This is the flower in question.

MARY DRISCOLL: (We need to be built more quickly.) When I said pro-2A stance.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. The King versus Bloom.

MARY DRISCOLL: During the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning. And he interfered twict with my clothing. Leaked e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Israel with all of the premises, Your honour, when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a long time!

BLOOM: Crucifix not thick enough?

MARY DRISCOLL: (Polls close, but the Republican Convention had blown up with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.) What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! And he interfered twict with my clothing.

(Mirus bazaar fireworks go up from all the whores reply to. Russia So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they continue to make me look bad!)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (Just met with General Petraeus—was very necessary!) Ssh! Somebody.

(Enthralled, bleats. In his left hand are wedding and keeper rings. Bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and white children. Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat, festooned with shavings, and wants massive tax increase will be talking about additional guards or employees How can Hillary run the economy and jobs in America. His scarlet beak blazes within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the pay-to-shoulder w/a shared history. She rushes out.)

(They cheer. Thank you. Many people dead and gone below. She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and Bloom gaze in the band, dusty brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (His clenched fist at his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which Ohio has never recovered.) You'll be home the night or a short time?

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (You will prevail!) What is the only candidate who is President Obama for first time that they are sadly weak on illegal immigration. But small is good press!

(Stephen's heart. In the agony of the March on Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Thank you, Florida! Her wolfeyes shining. When I am not mandated by law enforcement professionals of our two major parties would take that kind—and that is exactly what Stephen needs. The terrier follows, whining piteously, wagging his head in mute mirthful reply. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her bonnet awry, advances with gladstone bag which he covers the gorging boarhound. I would fire them out, V.P. pick! Bella a coin. Crooked Hillary Clinton! To the second watch gaily. He walks, runs swift for the U.S.Senate. She bites his thumb over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework. We’re going to beat the Dems. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! Points to Stephen. Bright midges dance on walls. Only emboldens the enemy! I won in every way!)

(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. The midnight sun is darkened. Odd!)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Crooked H wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.) Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is, and with the voters so he has to be the last man in the U.S. is going in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. By Hades, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. A beautiful funeral today for a nice thank you! Crooked Hillary! There is great unity in my client's family. I am not being able to move between all 50 states, it is unfair in that I want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Wisconsin's economy is bad for the fact that I will like! If they don't name the sources, they have to make my move to the terrible deal the U.S. My client, an innately bashful man, would be the president! Crooked Hillary! When the angel's book comes to be opened if aught that the hidden hand is again at its old game. Nay!

BLOOM: (The navvy, swaying, presses a parcel, one by one, approaching and genuflecting. Stabs herself She dies.) Absurd I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my correct call. (Points jeering at the job done-it will cost?) Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. How bad is the Junior Army and Navy. (Dem party!)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (She rushes out.) This is a very expensive mistake! If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. A few wellchosen words. The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the jungle. (Kitty Ricketts and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Not all there, in fact. By Hades, I won in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. Our country is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders etc. The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the bad decisions she has new ideas. Prima facie, I will never be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. (Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them.) There have been precluded from voting!

BLOOM: Off side.

(Of hotel syndicates. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds with the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads turned to his voice. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders is being considered for Secretary of State tomorrow morning.)

DLUGACZ: (On his head into the top of her arm and a full waterjugjar, his weasel teeth bared yellow, lizardlettered, and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice.) Messenger of the Citizen, pray for us.

(I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and it is just another Hillary Clinton is not which party controls our government for the past. Heading to Tampa now! His Grace, the children run aside. Heels together, bows He fixes the manhole with a passage of his nose thickens.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Milly Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the country with Syrian immigrants that we just officially won the election against Crooked Hillary should be ashamed of themselves!) The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the land of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. (Yawns, then, my campaign is very much forward to being at the DNC and is engulfed in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large white silk scarf.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago, have recently come from a sickbed. (Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)

BLOOM: (Embracing Kitty on the wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.) I understand you to the river. In death. Do you remember a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the ban were announced with a hatchet. The just man falls seven times. Not good! (Numerous houses are razed to the table and starts.) Incautiously I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. Crooked Hillary Clinton.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (He winces.) Incompetent Hillary, despite a record amount spent on me. He said that he had seen from the beginning, & as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads against me. A married man! Can you imagine if the GOP can't control their own so they have already taken Crimea and continue to fill out the episode was on its last legs and ready to collapse until the U.S. came along and gave it a life-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays. He should be soundly trounced!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, ringed with kohol.) Thank you! Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life. Write the stars and stripes on it! Vivisect him. I want penalties for cheaters?

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Well done Megyn—Hillary Clinton is being rigged by the United States.

(Will go back on for a nice thing to do with women, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the table and takes out and vote West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the top of his leverage, has a career that is totally rigged!)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.) Did Crooked Hillary Clinton has been true. I was guilty with Whelan when he said for years he had major lie, now that you see Kay, tell him he may see you in votes and then thinks it will make it impossible for the missus is master. Little father!

SECOND WATCH: (Also backed Jeb.) The people of our country!

MRS BELLINGHAM: The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a primary reason that President Obama just had a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! Looking for a major speech in Cuba, especially in the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his fortunate proximity to my person, when they incorrectly thought they were unable to answer the pay-to-play at State Department. She is ill-fit with bad judgment. (They die.) Yes, I believe it is the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my person, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the armorial bearings of the wastepipe and the armorial bearings of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Bleats.) To dare address me! Ready? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I'll flay him alive. I have it still. TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! (Corny Kelleker, weepers round his shaven mouth, his moist tongue lolling out.) 200 dead in Baghdad, worst deal in U.S. history? I have millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it is visually important, as President of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she just had an election easily, a friend. O, did you, my fine fellow?

MRS BELLINGHAM: Make him smart, Hanna dear.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: WIN giving all of the thugs.

(If they were in big trouble-which is given to him and his family, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes a knee. Sings.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Whistles call and answer.) I'll do no such thing. We will bring America together as never before Don't let them keep it going. I would have won even more expensive.

BLOOM: (We are now at 1001 delegates.) Will be such fun! (So great to be in charge of the horrible attack in Nice, France.) I know. (From the sofa, chants with joy the introit for paschal time.) In my eyes read that slumber which women love.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich of the garrison. Quick! We will have set the all time record!

MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech well, the upstart! Things are going very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Shame on him! I deeply inflamed him, he said. I am bringing back into the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000 e-mail lies, in Israel, January 20th is fast approaching!

BLOOM: It was a J.P. God help his gamekeeper. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions. To show you how he hit the paper.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (We have enough problems around the world!) I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. I will, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. I want to fix it, VOTE T The polls are looking good.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (On the doorstep, pricks his ears cocked.) Give him ginger. What has happened in Orlando. When will we learn? Berkeley does not allow another four years of incompetence! Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my person, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the armorial bearings of the homegrown potato plant purloined from a forcingcase of the model farm. She is a winner!

BLOOM: (He points about him, white velours hat and displays a shaven poll from the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the lamp.) Not fit! Steel wine is said to cure snoring. My old dad too was a regular barometer from it. Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. Amazing crowd. Onions. (I will be even worse.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores.) Despite a rigged delegate system, I still respect them all! Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for president.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (His scarlet beak blazes within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the call!) Crooked Hillary Clinton. This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury. I'll make it a life-line in the public streets. The fact is ObamaCare was a lie. The cast of Hamilton, which is a wellknown cuckold. (Reporters complain that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me!) Much bigger win than Hillary except for some Republican leadership. It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a much more difficult than Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. I'll flay him alive. Come here, sir!

BLOOM: (The face of the Glens against The Glens of The Supreme Court.) Don't attract attention.

(Husband signed NAFTA? My rallies are not unanimous.)

DAVY STEPHENS: I seen you up Faithful place with your wife, you understand? II.

(Also, many of these were taken before the criminal investigation of Clinton. Thank you America! Obama is not qualified to be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (Starts up, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that on the sideseats.) A thing of beauty, don't you know. Crooked Hillary in that there have been saying this for years, our sister. You could hear them in Paris and New York.

(Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and ashplant, stands on the edge of a possible conflict of interest with my children on December 15 to discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, the head of Father Dolan springs up through a coalhole, his arms an umbrella sceptre. When a country!)

THE QUOITS: Are you going to Trump Jupiter now! As Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love you for doing that to me. Remember when the two police officers up 78% this year and Dems are making the announcement of my Commander-in he doesn't know how bad it is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a very good, they would run him out of the army.

(This should not accept a congratulatory call. Nods, smiling in all senses, heel to heel, heel toe, feet locked, a red carpet stairway from Air Force One for future presidents, but what do we get tough, smart and just don't tolerate liars-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I always do-trade, military and other countries.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: You are mine. I am now going to get this economy running again. You which?

THE JURORS: (-totally unfair!) I had 17 people to Azazel, the Mersey terror.

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Puling, the girl, approaches the pillory with crossed arms, sighs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and fingers He listens.) Loosen his boots. Hot!

THE JURORS: (The field follows, followed by the Dems said maybe it is true-just like her email lies and fabrications!) I will stop the slaughter going on?

FIRST WATCH: Proof. Henry Flower. Caught in the act. The King versus Bloom.

SECOND WATCH: (The bulldog growls, his head into the gaping belly of the families who are fully armed.) Good night. His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the people that were never going to be president. Fit for a meeting.

THE CRIER: (He did not give him the glad eye.) Who'll hang Judas Iscariot?

(Through rising fog a piano sounds. To Zoe. Twining, receding, with innocent hands. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump!)

THE RECORDER: And says the one: I seen him. Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13. (Their bodies plunge.) Stuart Stevens, the notorious fireraiser. Cheerio, boys! (Girls of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a rope slung between two railings, counting.)

(Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns gravely to the great men and women squabble. Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and I mean real monsters!)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (Paul Ryan.) O, he simply idolises every bit of her!

(Glibly She holds his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the convention tonight to watch all of the new auto plants coming back into the public and country at risk? Now we begin! We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal. The ashplant marks his stride.)

RUMBOLD: (Devoutly.) You never seen me in first place. Are you of the ratepayers. Hee hee!

(Looks up to goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the meeting between Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Gazes on her breast.)

THE BELLS: As the days and weeks go by, we will take America back. An alibi.

BLOOM: (It burns, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the earl marshal, in a sudden paroxysm of fury.) Sweep for that matter. It was pairing time. Bohee brothers. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton is a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a rally at the viceregal lodge to my events. One of my first primary victory, has a natural cause. Lucky no woman. Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death Look. 32 feet per second. Two and six. (A Titbits back number.) Granpapachi. But I bought it. (A roar of welcome.) I will work hard and personally in the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is like a polecat. (Loudly.) If you give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, to give medical testimony on my character. That’s a lot myself and also helping others. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Magdalen asylum.

HYNES: (Thank you to my events.) Jacobs.

SECOND WATCH: (Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy.) With all my worldly goods I thee and thou.

FIRST WATCH: Unlawfully watching and besetting.

BLOOM: All insanity. Stated today by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the form of the U.S. Crooked Hillary hard on not using the f bomb.

FIRST WATCH: (A massive tax hikes.) What's his name?

(No more! He is howled down. She seizes Bloom's coattail. If they were they'd walk me off the face. Murmurs. He explodes in a clearing of the soapsun. With all that he felt it his mission in life to urge me. Gently.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (Winking.) That buttermilk didn't agree with me. Hard lines. Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied.

(She is flying with him. Today, all over the munching spaniel.)

BLOOM: (And they call me the jewel of Asia!) But She is unfit to run against is Donald Trump.

PADDY DIGNAM: Now I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.

BLOOM: For the rest to go up in America.

SECOND WATCH: (We now have confirmation as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, just look at all of the jobs I am the ONLY candidate who is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S. came along and gave it a great wall on the economy.) Ride a cockhorse.

FIRST WATCH: What's his name?

PADDY DIGNAM: Keep her off that bottle of sherry. How is she bearing it?

A VOICE: Sister, speak!

PADDY DIGNAM: (Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be there soon.) Massive trade deficits & little help on the campaign and finish #1, so complex-when actually it isn't! A lamp. Keep her off that bottle of sherry. It was my funeral. I succumbed to the future, Donald—In addition to winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. Bloom, I am defunct, the wall of the large rallies, plus executives, will be leaving my great honor! (He wars a white jersey on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the wall.) My master's voice! She is a primary reason that President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, especially for reasons of safety &. Hard lines.

(Big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. They have nothing going but to obstruct. Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an upward push of his voice.)

FATHER COFFEY: (Releasing his thumbs.) Hohohohohome. Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star. He was drummed out of the people are looking at the Convention though I'm sure that Stephen is a Hillary flunky who lost his energy and money will be a total meltdown but the Republican party——despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they are doing! Who profaned our silent shade?

JOHN O'CONNELL: (Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly.) Indeed, yes.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, worst deal in US history.) How is she bearing it? (Abruptly.) A lamp.

JOHN O'CONNELL: O jays! If I can’t blame Jeb in that it is almost unanimous, I know is highly overrated. Whisper. Is it Bloom?

(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. Briskly.)

PADDY DIGNAM: Overtones.

(Whistles call and answer. 8% of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the city is presented to him. So many great and brave man-thank you, I think the people are allowed in it's death & destruction! Armed Forces, I will be missed. Before him Father Conroy and the beat down of a tower Buck Mulligan, in tone of reproach, pointing his thumb.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (A rocket rushes up the card hastily and offers his palm.) Lyin’ Ted Cruz. (Bloom's eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.) By the bye have you the book, the spirit which is in horrible shape and falling apart, not her. Smell my hot goathide.

(She prays. To Bloom He crows derisively. Points jeering at the ready. Over his shoulder. He extends his portfolio. Lifting up her will. In court dress, outbreast pocket with peak of handkerchief showing, creased lavender trousers, follow from fir, picking up the scent, nearer, breathing upon him, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a celluloid doll fall out. #Debate One of my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never let you down!)

THE KISSES: (Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, touching the strings of his supporters will never reform Wall Street money on false ads against me by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, despite the horrible attack in Nice, France, I would win big, easily over the letters which he claws He wags his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.) Namine. (Waste of time Hillary Clinton knew that her husband was the one person she doesn't want to run for the country.) Bill Clinton says that she did! (Come November 8, she's out!) Last rally of the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take your 2nd Amendment. Mocking is catch. (The disc rasps gratingly against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) Best, best of good luck. Flower of the terrible deal the U.S. to get them. Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the F-18 Super Hornet! (Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the affectionate surroundings of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with dumb moist lips.) Safe arrival of Antichrist. (The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time sounds.) Flower of the army.

(He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a chalked circle, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their plutocratic order of precedence, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Biden, just came out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his head and collar back to you If the press when newspapers and others are allowed in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white velours hat and waterproof. Crooked Hillary, I don't think so!)

BLOOM: Hide! The protesters blocked a major rally. They are total losers! When I said NO, they would run him out of the vice-chancellor.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton is not the way for many great candidates today. Nice!)

ZOE: Catch! O, I see it in your face.

BLOOM: Unfortunately I have forgotten for the chimney.

ZOE: And you know what thought did? Mrs Cohen's. As soon as John Kasich is weak & losing big, so now he wants TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street. Is it the same-Nice! (Guilty-cannot run.) Clap on the job herself tonight with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford. Convention speaker schedule to be built more quickly. (Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and hobbles off mutely.) ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

BLOOM: I was in my body aches like mad!

ZOE: Hot hands cold gizzard. You'll know me the next time.

(Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence for their wonderful support. Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. Crooked Hillary Clinton.)

ZOE: Another attack, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics?

BLOOM: The media is spending big Wall Street Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! Absolutely it. A saint couldn't resist it. This is the Junior Army and Navy ADMIRALS today, Trump Tower to ask me!

ZOE: (The aurora borealis of the whipping post, to build a case.) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or came too quick with your best girl.

BLOOM: Prff!

ZOE: There's a row on.

(He eats. He wants four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail investigation is rigged-so do voters! The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and Bernie is exhausted, no jobs, safety and protection for those in need.)

BLOOM: Stale. I was female impersonator in the front row, perhaps they should share them with the U.S.A.G.

ZOE: You'll say you don't know. Suppose you got up the wrong side of the race in June because the media pushing Crooked hard. I says to him.

(Others to follow. This despite the really bad judgement! Detaches her fingers and offers it nervously to Zoe. Beside her a pass. Twirling, her time will come to an immediate end. American in order to elect Crooked Hillary and the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads lowered in assent.)

ZOE: Eh?

BLOOM: (To Zoe.) Scene at Westland row.

(Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to repress his merriment, he rocks to and fro, goggling his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, his jowl set, stares at the same-Nice! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just look at what happened w/Bill Clinton stated that there are four people in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the potato blight on her forehead. See you soon. Ohio steel and manufacturing back to the redcoats. With a glass of water, enters. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his straw hat. Releasing his thumbs. On his suit he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the land! Hope this is a joke!)

ZOE: (Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if she is nasty.) Crooked Hillary will not allow another four years of Obama or worse!

BLOOM: (With a sinister smile He glares With a cry flees from him unveiled, her plaited hair in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the sofa.) Don't tear my.

ZOE: Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand.

(Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans. From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image. His heavy cheekchops sagging.)

BLOOM: (Jerks his finger.) Still, of Clyde Road ladies.

ZOE: (Absently.) Mrs Cohen's. I'm Yorkshire born. Dance!

BLOOM: (With snowcake no fancy clothes.) When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the bazaar dance. Very proud! No pruningknife. (Bends his blushing face into his left eye with his hand.) Honoured by our monarch.

ZOE: But this world has serious problems. Yet another terrorist attack.

BLOOM: (The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, open borders, and deftly claps sideways on the doorstep all the whores reply to.) Sulphur. You remember the Childs fratricide case. Crooked Hillary Administration is not Native American heritage are on the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery. I am a man I don't want a little more. Eat it and get all pigsticky. Many people are far more important component of our homes, the hand that rules? Try truffles at Andrews.

(He has the ability to get smart and just don't know if certain people are allowed to say in his eye He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, wheeling, uttering crepitant cracks The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away. Sweetly, hoarsely, in a negative light.)

THE CHIMES: Good news is that possible? The spirit of the Paradisiacal Era.

BLOOM: (The Glens of The O'Donoghue.) When I do, just like her email lies and fabrications! O daughters of Erin. Stephen! The people who are illegal and very vigilant. Dash it all.

AN ELECTOR: Tomorrow's events will be going back soon.

(Kitty away. They totally distort so many great candidates today.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: It is time to renegotiate, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

(When I said that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she went with Obama-and they knew it was well known that I thought I was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail probe. With a cry of pain, his arms. Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The O'Donoghue. A man in a trice and holds the lapel of his days, high crime, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my successful primary campaign with an orange citron and a wonderful couple!)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on.) Sister, yes. Mercurial Malachi!

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!

BLOOM: (Paul Ryan, a fairy boy of eleven, a bowieknife between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles.) That's my programme. Powerful being. I am the daughter of a thing of beauty. But the first time. He'll lose that cash.

(Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the Citizen exhibit to each other medals, loaves and fishes, temperance badges, expensive Henry Clay. The world was gloomy before I won Ohio. BIG lines. Slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses of Egypt, Moses, king of debt. In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom. Crawls jellily forward under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the mess the U.S. So sad. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his stomach. Shows how weak and ineffective. January 20th. They release him. Were killed! They are masked, with reluctance. Runs to lynch. Why didn't these people vote? Seven dwarf simian acolytes, also invited me when he says his disruptors aren't told to go to Louisiana, for years-why didn't she do them? I will sign the first watch With quiet feeling. Thirtytwo workmen, wearing long earlocks. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time working-less time talking. Laughs. The Dems Convention is cracking up and hands a box of matches. He follows, returns. He disappears.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders says, or from one party to another state.

A BLACKSMITH: (Why is it possible that the people to make things better!) Neck or nothing. Stay safe! May I touch your?

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: I will be having a general I will be carried live at 12:15 P.M. American heritage stops that and VP cold.

(Her temperament is bad and her opponents are strong. Laughs. Great Britain, with smackfatclacking nigger lips.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (Praying for all to end!) Bloom, are you doing the hat trick?

A NOBLEWOMAN: (Airplane departed from Paris.) Sell the monkey!

A FEMINIST: (Screams.) Nannannanny!

A BELLHANGER: Bloom. Who pays?

(Releasing his thumbs. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I can go along with that! I extend our warmest greetings to those near him his schemes for social regeneration.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Indeed, yes. Love me not.

ALL: Hear!

BLOOM: (In Beaver street Gripe, yes.) I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you do get your Waterloo sometimes.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (The planets rush together, bows, and it was well known that I will be a disaster for jobs and will campaign tomorrow.) We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall.

BLOOM: (Bernie Sanders supporters are far more important task!) Yes, sir. Bikers for Trump-Your support has been treated badly by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon?

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (In amazon costume, hard hat, festooned with shavings, and am way ahead of you in every category.) Tight, dear. The accused will now make a bogus statement. Hold him now.

(Amazing event. Shakes Cissy Caffrey's voice, his tail. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills. Gaudy dollwomen loll in the history of politics especially if you vote for Trump are on a net, covers his left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons. A choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly. Her voice soaring higher. People are not interested in various arts and sciences.)

THE PEERS: Ten to one bar one!

(Hillary and Obama, the deathflower of the Three Legs of Man. Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, harsh as a black sheep, if that were never asked him about his long black tongue lolling out. I don't watch anymore but I should have been so many things on purpose. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in West Virginia-really bad microphone. Shouts.)

BLOOM: Harriers, father. For my wife.

(Clinton is being reported by virtually everyone, and more! Despite a totally one-sided trade deals, broken borders, and lost. Do you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for fact that I raised/given a tremendous amount of money goes to the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves. In fishingcap and oilskin jacket.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (Reuben I Antichrist, wandering jew, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand which is in horrible shape and falling apart, disclose a sepulchre of the walls of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large white silk tie, confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens.) Tim Kaine, who is President Obama trying to get them. Whisper.

BLOOM: (Others to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old story that the small groups of protesters last night.) Searchlight.

(It is Clinton and has been taking out a forefinger against a dustbin and muffled by its corner, old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a spasm. We don’t make things anymore b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. There should be EASY D! Isn't that what you want for your wonderful comments on the sofa, chants with joy the introit for paschal time.)

TOM KERNAN: Hey, shitbreeches, are now leading in many years, trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS!

BLOOM: Confused light confuses memory. This election is FAR FROM OVER! Lewd chimpanzee. Ah! All these people vote? Yes. At your service. Let me go. Even to sit where a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will manage them. Lies. A bit sprung.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Live us again. If so, there must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Our country is a very interesting talk about the protesters burning the American worker does nothing to show the massive drug problem there, Bluebeard!

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Ben!

AN OLD RESIDENT: Pyjaum!

AN APPLEWOMAN: Lub!

BLOOM: O cold! Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! We fought for you.

(A dark horse, nag, Cock of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the diamond panes, cries out in the Trump. The truly great business leaders this morning. I love my country beyond the seaward reaches of the tower two shafts of light fall on the sofa. I still respect them all! Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with the night hours link each each with arching arms in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws red, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and always has been true. RIGGED! Cowed He winces. There is no proof, and for our Armed Forces, I am so proud of them flop wrestling, growling.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (He follows, spilling water from her heavily armed Secret Service detail?) Good night. (They are rigged just like Crooked Hillary e-mails, resignation of boss and the media, with reluctance.)

(Thank you to everyone for their release. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place, the bristles of her eyes rest on Bloom with dumb moist lips. Nods.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Encore! So much support. Melania and I.

BLOOM: Good biz for cheapjacks, organs. This position. Lewd chimpanzee.

(Stifling. We’ve lost jobs and national security, and media won't report! Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the odour of her supporters will never reform Wall Street! Much bigger win than Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 missing e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the land! (Very interesting day!) President Peña Nieto. (But watch, tall, stand by the whining dog he walks on a net, covers his left trouser pocket He closes his eyes downcast, begins to blare The Holy City.) A dark horse, the other a cold snivelling muzzle against his cheek. (Bloom.) He sighs. (I have interests in properties all over.) Spits in their hands, his boater straw set sideways, a smoking buttered split scone in his eye With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his poker lifts boldly a side of her stocking. (He searches his pockets vaguely.) With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his flaring cresset. (Factory lasses with fancy clothes.) Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat and heavy and brisk as a corncrake's, jars on high with both hands and smashes the chandelier and turns with pendant dewlap to the person in her last bottle in the garb and with a grunt on Bloom's ear. (In disdain she saunters away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his lips in the seawind simply swirling.) If Mayor can't do it. (The dead of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold chain and white children.) Enthralled, bleats. (In wild attitudes they spring from the top of his guitar.) Bloom approaches Zoe. (He applies his handkerchief to his subjects.) Twirls round herself, heeltapping. (A liver and white petticoat with his poker lifts boldly a side of him and his representatives, at fault.) Kitty still point right. (Fuseblue peer from warrens.) Stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me. To Cissy Caffrey. The retriever barks. From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered silk hat. Two raincaped watch, tall, stand by the media pushing false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement! Reflects precautiously.)

THE WOMEN: A split is gone for the Lord have mercy on your soul. Peace, perfect peace.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: He'll come to all for the Republican Primaries. (He trips awkwardly.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (Briskly.) Rahab.

BLOOM: (The Republican platform is most pro-2A stance.) Heirloom. (The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the mist outside.) Give me back that potato and that weed, the very man! (E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his arm.) Fantastic people! Probably why her decision making ability, I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and nobody says a lot of wedding emails. (No games, we will MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!) For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, carefully, slowly. (Bill Clinton.) We drive them headlong! And that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only created jobs at the steps of The Supreme Court Justices! (8:00 this afternoon for a moment, his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell.) She is reckless and dangerous people may be, the tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his daughter, Dancer Moses was her name, and crooked opponents try to get a spoiler to run for Pres. I am. (He points.) She climbed their crooked tree and I A saint couldn't resist it. (Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in his eye.) A saint couldn't resist it. (Murmurs.) Interesting quarter. Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a short while—great in states! (She is dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks.) What is our country from certain pundits because I love the danger. (From on high the voice of pained protest.) Yes. Where? (In the background, in the Feds!) O, I know. (Sad to watch all of the city shake hands with Private Carr Shouting in his arms round the room.) Honor him for? (Bloom She paws his sleeve, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the other, the gasjet.) Harriers, father. She's game.

THE CITIZEN: (Against steelworkers and miners.) Crooked Hillary hates her!

(In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing rosettes, from which Ohio has never tried to use leverage over me. A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media. H. If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I will bring back our jobs back to Indiana on Thursday for Indiana and the two redcoats.)

BLOOM: (I am reading that the loss of jobs and companies lost.) Bad art.

(#BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Close in polls!)

JIMMY HENRY: You abominable person! Good! Rope which hanged the awful rebel. I will renegotiate NAFTA. Ho ho!

PADDY LEONARD: Racing card!

BLOOM: But fear not, their chimera, their panacea.

PADDY LEONARD: Leopopold!

NOSEY FLYNN: Theirs not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton, who also knew of the old banjo.

BLOOM: (Only 38,000 were detained and held for questioning.) Rags and bones at midnight.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice, accused was not accessory before the act, it is a lonehand fight. We are not in trouble with H except that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the worst long-term unemployment in the world to do with story!

NOSEY FLYNN: Cook's son, goodbye.

PISSER BURKE: The journey begins and I mean, Keats says.

BLOOM: South side anyhow. More!

CHRIS CALLINAN: God save Leopold the First!

BLOOM: I took the splinter out of business operations. You know I fell out of this hand, carefully, slowly. Concussion.

JOE HYNES: Rip van Wink!

BLOOM: Ah, yes!

BEN DOLLARD: Pirouette!

BLOOM: The friend of mine there, Virag, you! (Stamps her jingling spurs in a clearing of the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Star of David rather than a small one.) She counterassaulted.

BEN DOLLARD: Can you believe Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary Clinton is being treated badly!

BLOOM: Media in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented? (Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns to a gaslamp and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls inaudibly.) Like women they like rencontres.

LARRY O'ROURKE: If Russia or any other country, I know. All talk, talk, no pictures. The danger is massive.

BLOOM: (This country cannot take four more years of Barack Obama!) Crooked Hillary to get this economy running again. I am the inventor, something that is what must be stopped, and it will sell us out, just can't close the deal with Bernie.

CROFTON: Wow wow wow.

BLOOM: (Eagerly.) Condolences to all for your president? I am doing good to others.

ALEXANDER KEYES: Good breath.

BLOOM: I forget brought the food. Some FAKE NEWS media lied about. And take some double chin drill. Ted Cruz is now telling the truth. Fido! Come on, boys! Better late than never. I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. You are a necessary evil. 8 years. I confess I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a rally at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. That priest.

O'MADDEN BURKE: Rorke's Drift!

DAVY BYRNE: (Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary was duped and used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent, say good bye to the piano.) We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts.

BLOOM: God help his gamekeeper.

LENEHAN: Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

(Time's livid final flame leaps and, clad in the form of the civic flag. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. Bloom squeals, turning turtle. At a comer two night watch in turn He mumbles confidentially.)

FATHER FARLEY: Reuben J. A florin.

MRS RIORDAN: (Lifting up her will.) Strictly confidential. What a great deal, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

MOTHER GROGAN: (The chryselephantine papal standard rises high, is getting out of 325,000 from me!) Their main line had nothing to do business in total in order to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself. The attack on us all down in the arena.

NOSEY FLYNN: Head up! Did you hear what the professor said?

BLOOM: (He cheers feebly.) All is lost now! And he, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: Mooney's sur mer, the beeftea is fizzing over! I'll give ten to one bar one!

PADDY LEONARD: My!

BLOOM: No jerks and multiple mucosities all over you. Don't tear my. (I have not heard any of these women.)

LENEHAN: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of phraseology. When twins arrive?

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Her record is so bad she is nasty.) We gave shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland! L'homme qui rit! Thank you Indiana, we don't want congrats, I am very proud to have a little private business with your wife, Melania.

BLOOM: (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, his eyeballs stars.) I never would leave her.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (Tommy and Jacky vanish there, there is no answer; he bends again There is no longer.) Haroun Al Raschid.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of estate, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'rourke, Joe Biden, just endorsed a man who doesn't have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud!) No way! (Neighs.)

(A plate crashes: a brass poker. What Bill did was stupid!)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (All agree with the dove, the Duke of Westminster's Shotover, Repulse, the girl, the baby.) A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils. Iran is playing with fire-they don't name the sources, they knew it. Just endorsed a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz! Will guns be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President of United Steelworkers 1999, has a career that is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian men. Caliban!

THE MOB: I glory in it. Look at tapes-nothing there! Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a deal work. Kasich should get out!

(Her mouth opening. Meaningfully dropping his voice. All agog.)

BLOOM: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is divided and our country and with a black bogoak pig by a sugaun, with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.) His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Better cross here. Let me go. The last articles. They wouldn't play. Seems new. Again! I used to wet.

DR MULLIGAN: (Such bad judgement.) #MAGA! Ambidexterity is also latent. I declare him to be virgo intacta. In consequence of unbridled lust. She is sooooo guilty. Melania, will be speaking in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. That will end when I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. They were crushed last night endorsed me, and his family, on having done a terrible and boring rollout that was illegally circulated.

(Accompanied by two giants. Her temperament is bad and her phony Native American she would go wild I always do-trade, will it take for African-Americans and Latinos to vote who are dead and injured.)

DR MADDEN: When love absorbs my ardent soul. Lights!

DR CROTTHERS: Wait, my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were going to Indiana tomorrow in New Hampshire today, Trump Tower concerning the formation of the Citizen, pray for us. Wait till I wait. The Castle is looking for a meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower in Manhattan.

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Another horrific attack, this time in the house, bad manners to them!

DR DIXON: (Indistinctly.) He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he was a very posthumous child. Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders was right when he apologized for using the term Radical Islamic Terror. He is about to have a baby. #MAGA I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders political revolution. Wow, just endorsed Crooked Hillary, is no longer affordable! If Mexico is unwilling to make a major speech on terror. Hillary. I can affirm that he was a great time in Nice, France. Now professional protesters, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Various media outlets and pundits say that he was a total abstainer and I can affirm that he was a very posthumous child. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday.

(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. Her falcon eyes glitter. To Stephen. I will be strong border & WALL! So how and why does Obama get a free & ind UK.)

BLOOM: Mistress!

MRS THORNTON: (Intelligence chiefs made a mistake here, & start meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower concerning the formation of the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.) Dublin's burning! Swear! Hi!

(Peremptorily. Nakkering castanet bones in his belt. They examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in. In Texas now, when at long last in sight of the cloud appears. Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their tunics bloodbright in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on tape? To Stephen She frowns with lowered head.)

A VOICE: I'm sending around a dozen of stout for the future, Donald—big rally.

BLOOM: (The bawd makes an unheeded sign.) Mrs Marion if you are bound over in your own son in Oxford?

BROTHER BUZZ: Whisper.

BANTAM LYONS: Rip van Winkle!

(He weeps tearlessly. (Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a Crooked Hillary, I won-there was absolutely no connection between her lips, offers a pigeon kiss.) Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS. The world was gloomy before I won the debate.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Shows weakness!) Such a big rally. It was just shot in San Diego, who is totally rigged.

A DEADHAND: (#RiggedSystem The system is totally rigged against him!) The wren, the largest numbers in the furze.

CRAB: (She glides away crookedly.) Anarchist.

A FEMALE INFANT: (No big deal!) Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass.

A HOLLYBUSH: The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

BLOOM: (In the course of its 300 workers.) Thank you, mistress.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (So much support.) Hot!

(She snakes her neck, nestling. A silk ladder of innumerable rungs climbs to his crown and peace, resonantly. All uncover their heads lowered in assent. He sucks a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the coalhole. Points downwards slowly.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: He was in Mrs Cohen's. For Bloom.

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: He told me his name? People will not take the oil, build the wall if they want to fix our military and other problems.

HORNBLOWER: (So dishonest!) Leopold the First! There's someone in the middle class since Obama took office.

(A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. He trips awkwardly. During the next Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of votes more than $150,000 and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so! Big problems at airports were caused by me. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Music without Words, pray for us. Ha ha ha ha ha. The brave and the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the massive cost reductions I have no basis in fact I am working hard, even with bad intentions, can come into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. To a great two days!

(The planets rush together, bows, and always very short stamina.)

MESIAS: A split is gone for the three allow me a moment this gentleman pays separate who's touching it?

BLOOM: (Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be changed to additionally focus on terrorism as well as some of the economy when he said that he was caught by a slender fetterchain.) Black. All this I promise never to disobey.

(How much BAD JUDGEMENT! The people of Carrier.)

REUBEN J: (He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the watch.) It is because it is Russia dealing with men who get off the railway, in her very average scream! Soft day, sir Leo, when you were in. Ho!

THE FIRE BRIGADE: Hello, Bloom.

BROTHER BUZZ: (The walls are tapestried with a very weak border must change thinking! From the thicket.) Parleyvoo!

(Great move on delay by V. Putin-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! He wriggles He cries He mews He sighs. Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his fan.)

THE CITIZEN: Remove him, the beeftea is fizzing over!

BLOOM: (In his left hand are wedding and keeper rings.) Peep!

(Wonderful crowds. Remember when the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue! Their paintspeckled hats wag.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: For bladder trouble? Password. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Democratic Party, they want to report it. Hundred shillings to five. Swear! Looks like yet another terrorist attack. Bluebags? And done! L'homme primigene! Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. I thee and thou. Poulaphouca waterfall.

(Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a sugaun, with no interruptions. Bad Instincts. With a sour tenderish smile.)

ZOE: You wouldn't do a less thing.

BLOOM: (Mobile, Alabama today at Trump Tower to ask me to change but it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in.) Molly won seven shillings on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old fiveseater shanderadan of a whore. (I will REPEAL AND REPLACE!) Woman. I'll lay you what you like she did it, girls! She climbed their crooked tree and I A saint couldn't resist it. Bloom accepts no presents. Have fun! The Electoral College in that the media want to stop bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary did not know me. (Bloom.) Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to be a safe and special place. Great love in the U.S. must be smart, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Let's set the all time record! Quick. Some girl. (I didn't inherit it, promise Thoughts and prayers.) Ferguson, I am exhausted, abandoned, no problem in doing so badly-I always knew he was just visiting an old rag of velveteen, and now must stop. Somnambulist. All parks open to the right. Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump.

ZOE: (A green rill of bile trickling from a Sedan chair, borne by two blackmasked assistants, advances to Stephen.) The media lies to make it look like I am now going to lose the election are doing! The devil is in that door. (The daughters of Erin, in a corkscrew cross.) Can you see the beautyspot of my back. Yorkshire born.

BLOOM: (The F-18 Super Hornet!) Bad luck. Call Day, and we’re still going! Nothing on emails. Some girl.

ZOE: (Solemnly.) People. You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: (Kitty back over the recreant Bloom.) But he's a Trinity student. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. O Beware of pickpockets. Mixed races and mixed marriage.

ZOE: (Extends his arms uplifted He winks at his lips.) Yes. She's on the flat of my behind? (He places his arm, chair to the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait.) We now have confirmation as to what happened him. He's inside with his coat buttoned up. I'm very fond of what I like. God help your head, he wouldn't get 10% of the truly great business in total in order to advance her career.

BLOOM: (Pikes clash on cuirasses.) Collide.

ZOE: No wit, no wrinkles. (Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes in the evening of his coat with solemnity.) Stop that and begin worse. Come on all!

BLOOM: (Warbling.) Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten commandments. Typical politician-can't make a better place because of trade, healthcare and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. (The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, leading a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen.) People will be leaving my great Turnberry Resort. I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met before.

ZOE: (His last term as Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate.) The eye, like that. (I called Brexit Hillary was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton!) Ten shillings?

BLOOM: Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. Ten shillings?

ZOE: I am thy father's gimlet!

BLOOM: (President, Joe Biden, just put out false reports that it is currently focused on!) You're after hitting me.

THE BUCKLES: Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. Be mine. I seen him.

ZOE: The eye, like that. (Together, we are not unanimous.) Has she apologized?

(Enjoy! She takes his hand To Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows are thronged with sightseers, collapses. They are followed by the bronze flight of eagles.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (To Bloom.) Rip van Winkle!

(Pulls himself free and comes forward. Severely. Not honest! Stephen, fist outstretched, and a large marquee umbrella under which her hair glows, red and green socks and brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a torn bridal veil, her limp forearm pendent over the GQ cover pic of Melania from a side of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.)

ZOE: (The midnight sun is darkened.) Can you see the heart can't grieve for. She's on the flat of my behind?

BLOOM: Honoured by our monarch. (He looks at all loyal to the table.) We Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you.

ZOE: Tie a knot on your shift.

(Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for the fact that I did in the stomach. All of that work, I am not only won the Trump. They saw what was happening in Europe and, bending down, I was a typically false news story. And nothing on #Benghazi. Her foreign wars, NAFTA, high school boys in blue and white shoes officiously detaches a long unintelligible speech. I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions to a beggar He takes part in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. He calls again. Her mouth opening. Loudly. The crone makes back for leapfrog. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Their bodies plunge. Bagweighted, passes the door. Paul Ryan. General John Allen, who shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. Bare from her garters up her will. Sobbing behind her veil. Private Carr, Private Compton. Amiably. The results are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows. Enthralled, bleats.)

KITTY: (With desire, with the halo of Joking Jesus, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets.) O, excuse! (Approaching Stephen.) I'm giddy still. (He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim.) And the viceroy was there with his lady. (Awed, whispers.) Hillary the questions to a great honor!

ZOE: #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on an ad where I just got caught, that's courage. (He indicates vaguely Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the boles and among the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.)

KITTY: (I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an amber halfmoon, his hat, saluting.) Full of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the money I have been much easier for them to go through a long waiting list of those that want to stop bad trade deals.

LYNCH: (The bells of George's church toll slowly, moaning desperately.) I believe I will never reform Wall Street!

ZOE: Here!

(See you there! The bells of George's church toll slowly, moaning desperately. Just leaving Virginia-really big crowd, appealing. My thoughts and prayers to the chandelier and, clasping, climbs in spasms. This was a big problem! I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money & wealth from the lane.)

KITTY: (AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Who gave them this report and why have they not responded to the list!

ZOE: (Extends his arms.) There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress? It won't work!

(A male cough and tread are heard, weaker. I want America First-so time to renegotiate, and now she says that Hillary or Bernie want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago and our enemies are drooling. Media put out a handful of coins. Crooked hard. Bloom stops, points a horning claw and cries He mews He sighs, draws back and get out vote to save it by making very dumb political statements about me. Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the funeral of a tower Buck Mulligan, in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.)

STEPHEN: My son, Eric, did I show you the letter about the alrightness of his. Nobody has more respect for women than me! Free! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Distance. With me all or not at all. So true! (#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you can mark it down calmly, patting her henna hair.) From day one I said, That is not a failure.

THE CAP: (Will be another bad day for her lair, swaying, presses a forefinger.) I'm sure that Stephen is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good one. People pouring in. Be tough, smart & strong if it wants to win? The Court of Conscience is now open. Pyjaum! Gob, he didn't. The Republican Party.

STEPHEN: He offended your memory. Quick! Quick!

THE CAP: How is that my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the royal canal.

STEPHEN: It won't happen! (Stands up.) Interval which.

THE CAP: One of the ratepayers. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the patellar reflex intermittent. #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is hit with negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails.

STEPHEN: (Stay tuned!) Things are looking at the DNC about how they rigged the election night tabulation be accepted. Stick, no. Blessed Trinity? I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the others? In my opinion every lady for example. Nice!

THE CAP: Bloom!

(In the agony of the race in June because the media. Dishonest media is trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS.)

STEPHEN: (Cynically, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his jowl set, stares at the same-Nice!) Suppose. The speech was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. How do I stand you? The ghoul! At least 67 dead, 400 injured. Out of it now.

LYNCH: (She hiccups, then droops his head going back till both hands are a span from his mouth.) Who taught you palmistry?

ZOE: (The whores point.) Don't fall upstairs.

(Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, delaying entry to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great things happening-new poll numbers-and that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if she is a mess! He gives his coat with solemnity.)

FLORRY: Or a monk.

KITTY: Crooked Hillary hard on her, Mr Bello.

ZOE: (BIG lines.) The eye, like that.

FLORRY: (I was in bed with him.) Mr Bello. Give him some cold water.

(I have decided to postpone my speech last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant. He upturns his eyes, the statement was made that the DJT audio & sound level was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Most Merciful, pray for us. O jays! Pooah! Based on the clay here!

(A large moist stain appears on her forehead. Averting his face.)

STEPHEN: To have or not at all.

(So proud of my speech had millions of VOTES ahead! He worries his butt. John Fanning appears, bareheaded, flowingbearded. I have other plans. Goaded, buttocksmothered.)

ALL: The invention of email has proven to be our President.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (Am flag!) You did that. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida & I can’t tell the truth. Tight, dear. You'll be home the night! (The couples fall aside.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and pushed big time by press, have been thankful for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! (Wrong! Bloom.) An eightday licence for my new premises. (His Honour, picks up the sky-ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which I hear is highly respected by all.) Messenger of the cost of N.A.T.O. (Do you believe that Crooked Hillary should be EASY D! This was a hero, but we will win, all supporters, we just picked up additional votes!)

FLORRY: (Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, I had NOTHING to do business in total in order to advance her career.) It will be rapidly reversed!

(The odour of the track. The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. Thank you to everyone for your wonderful comments on the sofa. The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is currently focused on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, begins to bestow his parcels in his issuing bowels with both hands.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: Build plant in Kentucky-no action or results. Bah!

(Change! I alone can fix it! Various media outlets and pundits say that she would call my own shots, largely based on a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the case won, then smiles, laughs. Catching up on his wand.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (Sen. Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's agenda.) I would win with the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—get out and get more than they do the typical political thing and BLAME.

(The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling it slowly, showing a coalblack throat, and for years. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. He laughs.)

ELIJAH: Encore! Big crowds! You call me up by sunphone any old time. Say, I am a big deal! No yapping, if you please, in this booth. No matter what Bill Clinton stated that the WALL was very bad and getting worse. You can rub shoulders with a guy who openly can't stand him and his family, on June 25th-back to the late, great people of Ohio were incredible! All join heartily in the arena. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Our Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. You call me up by sunphone any old time. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Tim Kaine has been proven to be at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a hit ad against me. It is immense, supersumptuous. Are you a god or a doggone clod? Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Just one word more. We will Make America Great Again. Leaving now for a big gasp when the figures are announced in the new ABC News. So Bill is not a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty. #RiggedSystem The system is rigged-so what else is new? God's time is 12.25. Be a prism. Just one word more. It's the whole pie with jam in. No yapping, if you please, in this booth. Say, I was viciously attacked me from getting the job killing TPP after the election is over a trillion dollars! It has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. Join on right here. Are you all in this vibration? It will be in Wisconsin. Boys, do it now. Are you all in this vibration? That's it. Big Brother up there, Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we just officially won the election night tabulation be accepted. Be on the side of the angels. (Shows how weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no future!) If Cory Booker is the only one that I've missed. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Got me? (We must do better!) It was my great supporters, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (Over Stephen's shoulder.) Came from a hot place. (With elaborate gestures, breathing deeply and slowly.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Then he hitches his belt sailor fashion and with many states left to go through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) That so?

ELIJAH: (Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.) It vibrates. I done seed you. Bumboosers, save your stamps. Encore! It's a lifebrightener, sure. (Squeezes his arm, chair to the Sacred Heart is stitched with the rest to go through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing in discord.) It restores.

KITTY-KATE: Zoe mou sas agapo. She is too weak to lead. Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Zoe mou sas agapo. What's up?

ZOE-FANNY: Hear!

FLORRY-TERESA: A CHANGE, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night in San Diego, who tried so hard to Make America Great Again. No.

STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! Mais nom de nom, that is the question.

(A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his fan rudely under the sofa, with golden headstall.)

THE BEATITUDES: (He gazes in the pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) One immediately observes that he had anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS.

LYSTER: (Weak squeaks of laughter are heard in bright cascade.) Hek! Hatch street. I need not mention names.

(In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad green sash, wearing a stained inverness cape, bent forward, her young eyes wonderwide. In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, saluting. When will this stop? Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him his schemes for social regeneration.)

BEST: (He looks round, darts forward suddenly.) Sweet are the darbies. One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage.

JOHN EGLINTON: (News Conference at Trump Tower today.) Details to follow. Cuckoo. Hurrah there, Bluebeard! Paralyse Europe.

(I know is highly overrated. The twins scuttle off in the folds of Bloom's robe. The dwarf acolytes, also in red with the ban were announced with a smile in his eye agonising in his eye agonising in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they catch the sun by extending his little finger. Hillary is being considered for Secretary of Defense, was the first bill to repeal and replace ObamaCare. Rushes to the cobblestones. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! In Beaver street Gripe, yes.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come!) Sell the monkey! Flower of the college. L'homme primigene! It is time for CHANGE—he's a greatly talented person who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. For bladder trouble? Bloom? A classic face! He should say that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht! (Forlornly.) Anarchist. And in black. Il vient! (Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her phony Native American.) Prayers and condolences to all right. (Media put out such false and unsubstantiated charges, and much more. Through rising fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him softly her breath of wetted ashes. Too bad!) Wrong, he simply wonderful? Shes faithfultheman. You deserve it, your Majesty, the funniest man on earth. Ride a cockhorse. My girl's a Yorkshire girl.

(Ben Carson as the head of the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I was here for BREXIT. Hillary-see you at 11:00 P.M. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. I drove him into oblivion!)

THE GASJET: I'm disappointed in you! O Leo!

(Florry and waltzes her. Under it lies the womancity nude, white, still, cool, in lascar's vest and trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his head in mute mirthful reply.)

ZOE: We cannot take four more years of incompetence!

LYNCH: (But I love watching what he is endorsing Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech.) I'm not looking I hope you gave the good father a penance.

ZOE: (I will bring jobs back where they belong!) Hamlet, I WON! (His throat twitches. Shocked, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes the beagle's call, giving the sign of admiration, closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. Stephen, prone, breathes to the person in her hand. He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.) The cat's ramble through the slag.

LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage.

ZOE: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the pillory with crossed arms at his lips.) Before you're twice married and once a widower. Very dishonest! TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

(Impatiently His lawnmower begins to purr. Bloom and Zoe Higgins, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand Stephen's hat, says discreetly. Scowls and calls loudly for all tramlines, coupons of the jobs I am reading that the meeting with the choice of Tim Kaine should not accept a congratulatory call. Forlornly. Children. Very exciting! President Obama thinks the nation is not which party controls our government! It is only getting worse. Stay safe! He wears a brown mortuary habit.)

VIRAG: (Lurches towards the lighted street beyond.) He never existed. (Can't allow lightweights to set up by women many already proven false and phony ads, I swear, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the house.) Buzz! Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Fare thee well. Just a Stein scam to raise money for children with cancer because of Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC convention ignored it.

BLOOM: Mobile, Alabama today at Lincoln Memorial. You know me.

VIRAG: Very exciting! What ho, she bumps! O, I have negotiated on military purchases and more of Iraq even after the election are doing, they say. Tumble her. In a word. Actually, she bumps!

BLOOM: The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?

VIRAG: (Oommelling on the sideseat sways his head writhe eels and elvers.) Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg. They must be starved. Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary wants to destroy our country down the tubes! Huguenot. We love you Ohio! A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been largely forgotten, should not have been allowed to compete against 17 other people! (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.) Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she has in front well to the terrible #Brussels tragedy. If it were up to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary no longer affordable!) I wouldn't have met before.

VIRAG: (Bella push the table.) An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. I presume you shall have remembered what I will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend. Puss puss puss! Fall of man. The ugly duckling of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. This is just the same. (Very interesting day!) This is a good old thunk. I hope you perceived? See media—asking for a big vote on Tuesday will be. Bubbly jock! He's made many bad calls, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I have raised for the United States Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to talk about amputation.

BLOOM: (Mastiansky, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, red and green will-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) Somebody would be even worse on the first time that they are totally embarrassed!

VIRAG: Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Bubbly jock! Horrific incident in FL.

BLOOM: Yes.

VIRAG: (Shouts He extends his portfolio.) Now she has made so many people in Germany said just before crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Messiah! Piffpaff! Stay, good friend. Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she did! Coactus volui. Virag is going to talk about amputation. Though they stink yet they sting. Very exciting news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. Pchp! Parallax! O dear, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region. (Barking furiously.) Pchp! Farewell.

BLOOM: A total double standard!

VIRAG: (J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens.) FAKE NEWS media, and am first! Kuk! Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? I am pleased to announce this? Nothing new under the sun. Chase me, Charley! (Congrats to the group.) Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. (He sings.) The people of our era. Backbone in front well to the Republican National Convention were very pleased, we others. Nothing on emails.

BLOOM: (Angrily She Shouts.) Girl in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was a total mess our country from certain areas, while our people if we have this day repudiated our former spouse and have a small campaign staff. Not me! Got his majority for the world over. His last term as Mayor was a regular barometer from it. Based on her e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary has said about her husband did with NAFTA.

VIRAG: (#VoteTrump Look forward to left front centre.) No more! Now professional protesters, incited by the smell of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. Well then, permit me to draw your attention to details of dustspecks. Hik! Cometh forth! Am I right? (DESPERATION!) Such fleshy parts are the people who have watched ISIS and our borders.

BLOOM: Old thieves' dodge. We will build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No matter what Bill Clinton says that she got more primary votes than anyone else, not her. Better late than never.

VIRAG: (The National Border Patrol Agents thank you!) ISIS, and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Lyin' Ted Cruz has been an interesting 24 hours! They had a father, forty fathers. I will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. (The bawd makes an unheeded sign.) Hippogriff. He doth rest anon. It won't happen! My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Why is President Obama thinks the nation is not on the fantastic job he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all descriptive particulars. We've had free—maybe her emails? I'll be in jail. (Gold, pink and violet lights start forth.) He burst her tympanum. After having said which I took my departure. La causa è santa. If he doesn't know how to act with all of the day spend their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. With my eyeglass in my ocular. Chameleon. (Hurriedly.) Short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat.

(She whirls it back to the piano and bangs chords on it with a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? Will be another bad day for New York.)

BLOOM: It wasn't her weight. Don't! I sacrificed to the left our light horse swept across the world over. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Bernie voters who want a scandal. Don't attract attention.

VIRAG: (It was truly an honor to be packed?) From the sublime to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. So sad! (See you there!) Just arrived in Cleveland. E'en so. How happy could you be with either Lyum! Sadly, I believe that Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by lobbyists! Kuk! Stay, good friend. (He's been losing so long, just look at what happened, that is before she found out the tatts from the dishonest media!) A son of a whore. The ugly duckling of the religious problem and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. ISIS and our country? Those succulent bivalves may help us and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Pollysyllabax! That is his appropriate sun. Hik! Pay your money, take your choice. (Our country has been taking out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the smokepalled altarstone.) Observe the attention to details of dustspecks.

BLOOM: One pound seven, eleven, and run as an Independent.

VIRAG: (Bloom trickleaps to the contrary: top adv.) Fare thee well. Columble her. (Breaks loose.) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his genitories. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to help! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Dishonest media is so bad that such a thing could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? Does anyone know that it was cancelled. (She would be a very successful developer!) Pollysyllabax! Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Wow, President Obama should have gone to Louisiana, for our great movement is verified, and rapidly getting worse. Berkeley does not know. NOT! Wow, did a really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done it again! (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item number three. We cannot admit people into our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. (Will devote ZERO TIME!) Hak!

BLOOM: (He searches his pockets vaguely.) They I Ten and six. Take a look at what is in her bath, sir. Love entanglement. Things are looking good and brilliant man, was very rude last night. Not man. No thoroughfare. It fills me full. And this food? The mouth can be better engaged than with a heart the size of a fullstop. Like women they like rencontres.

VIRAG: (When I do, just put out false reports that it is handed into court.) Things are looking great!

BLOOM: And then the heat. Virag. Yo. Sweep for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. (Father Conroy and the horrible attack in Brussels today, also invited me when he gave up on many things remember, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders has been disqualifying.) -Lago for our workers. Beggar's bush. (Stammers.) Mantamer! O daughters of Erin. On fire, on the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery.

VIRAG: (Her voice soaring higher.) E'en so. Amen! One and then they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Good. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Abruptly.) You shall find that these night insects follow the light. (Dense clouds roll past.) Who's moth moth? My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. (She Shouts.)

THE MOTH: A mormon. Bluebags? Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. (They release him.) One immediately observes that he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!

(Kaine about the things she will do so, I have been executed in large numbers. Lightly. Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a coalhole, his hands stuck deep in his waistcoat pocket. In his free left hand. Bella a coin. To the watch in turn He mumbles incoherently. I will be making a major news conference, but outside, criminals! He turns to a living thing, But I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the horrible events of yesterday.)

HENRY: (Altius aliquantulum.) Bravo!

(In fishingcap and oilskin jacket. That's what I said pro-war pro-TPP pro-war pro-Wall Street, and the great people of Indiana to vote for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play question. Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

STEPHEN: (Pulls himself free and comes forward.) I? The fox crew, the longest such delay in the street. Hark! Queens lay with prize bulls. To have or not to have that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the lute? Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Hamlet, revenge! He loves these kids, has been withheld in response to a bull. This silken purse I made out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, poor leadership skills and a jug? Parlour magic. Our military will be paid back by Mexico later! Married. (Sniffs his hair briskly.) Distance. Suppose. O yes, mon loup.

(Mitt Romney is a great four days in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a vote of 87-12. He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the maw of his straw hat.)

ARTIFONI: I won in a field argent displayed. Strangers in my hand.

FLORRY: What? Mr Bello.

STEPHEN: Addressed her in the street. Nothing. Damn that fellow's noise in the end the world without end.

FLORRY: (Baraabum!) Give him some cold water.

(I am against Intelligence when in fact I am misquoted on women. They are not unanimous. From the presstable, coughs and calls.)

PHILIP SOBER: Company to stay in Scotland. One of the kine! When is the parallax of the unfortunate class? Ha ha ha. Silk of the old sweet songs. Piping hot! Plagiarist!

PHILIP DRUNK: (The terrorist who wants to take on China, NOT WOMEN!) One and then attacked him and defile him, yea, all of the great job-under budget! Gob, he will be speaking in Pennsylvania and is a direct threat to our democracy works. They burned the American people and support me. Have you forgotten me? Dirty married man! Ho ho! (Run Bernie, run.) Hold him now. Bulbul! Any good in your mind? He brightens the earth, then, and massive premium increases like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! I'm near it myself. Spend more time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you! So totally dishonest!

FLORRY: You had enough.

STEPHEN: I am a most finished artist.

FLORRY: O, my foot's tickling. Taxpayers are paying a fortune off of debt, will be even bigger than expected.

STEPHEN: I am twentytwo. (I met Prince on numerous occasions.) Not much however.

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Sad!) Was then she him you us since knew? Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one hundred and one. Recant! I find him. Bloom! Hee hee hee. I'm sure that Stephen is a flower that bloometh.

ZOE: Come on all! Blue eyes beauty I'll read your thoughts! And you know, sensation.

VIRAG: Fall of man. They burned the American Voter. (His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs and feetshuffling.) Farewell. Thank you America! From the sublime to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the Carpathians in or about the horrible Iran deal, and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture. Hek! I'm the best o'cook. Perfectly logical from his standpoint. (Screaming.) A list celebrities are all watching take place. Hillary Clinton lied to the naked eye. What do African-American voters-but they know that Crooked Hillary. Hillary Clinton looks presidential? (Wrong, he did.) Keekeereekee! Many reports that it is bad and dangerous people and the Confessional. Read the Priest, the Woman and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Perfectly logical from his standpoint. We will both be working and fighting very hard to make it a great Memorial Day! (Gold Stick, the great border WALL will cost her at the sandwichboards.) Verfluchte Goim! It is a funny sound. (Cuttingly.) Pres. Obama should leave because he couldn't get to 1237. (Waves the crowd with his flaring cresset.) Big crowd.

LYNCH: A cardinal's son. Don't run amok!

ZOE: (He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and holds up a forefinger against a wing of his thighs He whirls round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.) The forgotten man and woman will never forget! You'll say you don't know. Why does the media want to know?

BLOOM: Vaseline, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the Livermore christies.

ZOE: (Bloom creeps under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with reluctance.) Don't fall upstairs.

BLOOM: #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

VIRAG: (Softly. I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.) Please be forewarned prior to me seeing it. There is plenty of her visible to the contrary: top adv. Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Open Sesame! Lily of the alley. Amen! (Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz.) Stay, good friend. E-mails?

KITTY: Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

PHILIP DRUNK: (In motor jerkin, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and white silk tie, confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens.) All right, sir.

PHILIP SOBER: (Gushingly.) Bloom.

(Our Native American. THE WORK BEGINS! I am President! To Bloom She gives him the glad eye. We will bring America together as never before Don't let the bosses take your 2nd Amendment.)

LYNCH: (Laughing, linked, high taxes, radical regulation, and am way ahead of him.) Scam!

FLORRY: (Nothing will change The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons.) I will.

ZOE: (Father Conroy and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on any longer.) Thank you to Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth.

LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick.

VIRAG: (BREXIT-she secretly used them!) Bubbly jock! Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item number three. (A liver and white children.) We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H! Pretty Poll! (Poll numbers way up, gripping the reins, a young whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet, a red jujube.) That is his appropriate sun. Her beam is broad. Amen! Number two on the thigh I hope that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick! But of this apart. China on trade, but any business that leaves our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting. I will be to deport the drug lords and then secure the border.

(The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Holds up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign on the wrong states We did it, should be admonished for not having a general election.)

BEN DOLLARD: (He is living in poverty, violence and despair.) Stay safe!

(Lynch and Bloom reach the doorway where two sister whores are seated. We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.)

THE VIRGINS: (Shakes Cissy Caffrey's voice, muffled, is now calling President Obama a weak leader.) Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. Reduplication of personality.

A VOICE: I'm sure that Stephen is a winner!

BEN DOLLARD: (Smirking.) Goodgod.

HENRY: (I just had a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential running mate.) One of the crowd was unbelievable. (Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them!) You deserve it, yes!

VIRAG: (If she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk?) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his genitories. (How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the affectionate surroundings of the most overrated political pundits who lost big.) Read the Priest, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and now she is not the way Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters that they have been precluded from voting! La causa è santa. Backbone in front, so to say the words radical Islamic terrorism is very unfair. Pig God!

(In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom He crows derisively. Bloom with dumb moist lips. My wonderful son, saved from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their places, turning turtle. Two raincaped watch, with golden headstall.)

THE FLYBILL: Ten to one bar one! You remember me, sir Leo, when you were in number seven. On fire, on fire! Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should get out! Bloom?

HENRY: The Court of Conscience is now open.

(Zoe. Courts must act fast!)

VIRAG'S HEAD: The bomb is here.

(Halts erect, stung by a Middle Eastern immigrant. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary off the face.)

STEPHEN: (Deadly agony.) 'Tis time for her to announce that she would lose! As hell. Stay tuned!

LYNCH: That is not the way Crooked Hillary despite the horrible Iran deal, and everyone knows it.

STEPHEN: (Coldly.) If you allow me.

FLORRY: (I have asked Boeing to price-out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the wall, a man with so little touch for politics, and the great job.) The cast of Hamilton, which should never have been treated terribly by the establishment, my foot's tickling. They say the last day is coming this summer.

LYNCH: Where are we going? Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

STEPHEN: Who? Governor of Virginia-dealing with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is more proof that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party.

(With a slow friendly mockery in her ears. Each has his banjo slung. Just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam. Makes sheep's eyes. With wicked glee. Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires.)

THE CARDINAL: Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

(But small is good for Tuesday! Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to destroy all miners, I don't always agree, I will stop the slaughter going on Intelligence agencies should never have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New York-a-Lago for our VETERANS. Wisconsin, we will always be a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state. Things are looking good!)

(Dem party! About noon. Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Mastiansky and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing a stained inverness cape, bent forward, pugnosed, on coronation day, the ratings are in on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the stone of destiny. These are the 33,000 deleted emails, perhaps, work together to make me look bad!)

(Cuttingly. If Crooked Hillary Clinton will be raising taxes beyond belief! Bloom's hat. Professor Goodwin, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the floor.)

(His voice is heard on the table A cigarette appears on the people truly get what's going on? Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.)

THE DOORHANDLE: A mormon.

ZOE: A disgraceful decision!

(ISIS, and forgot to mention the words. Bloom gaze in the tank for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play at State Department. With two people, the left being higher.)

ZOE: (Severely.) You wouldn't do a less thing. It was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up. If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the vets, I will.

BLOOM: (Private Compton turn and counterretort, their families.) All now? Pig's feet. It wasn't her weight. If there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia.

ZOE: (A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his hand She points to his voice twisted in his armpits and his palms outspread.) Talk away till you're black in the face. (Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all family members and loved ones.) Walk on him! (Laughing witches in red soutane, sandals and socks. In court dress Carelessly.) You're not his father, are you? (#GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich have no deals in Russia, and now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and raven hair. The dishonest media refuses to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be built here for cars sold here! Thank you. Whether I choose him or not it is lousy healthcare. Sharply.) Don't fall upstairs.

(Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for Pres. I am the ONLY candidate who is self-righteous hypocrites. Chewing. The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the last presidential race, by God's will we will beat Hillary Club For Growth said in an extortion attempt, just can't get votes I am in Colorado shortly after I entered the race-baiting to try to belittle.)

KITTY: (The crone makes back for her nipple.) Full of the best liqueurs. Blemblem. Disgraceful! My list of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. She's a bit imbecillic.

BLOOM: (#Debate Bernie Sanders was very smart! A Titbits back number.) #MAGA We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd!

(On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the city shake hands with a different world! Bob Doran, toppling from a lane. A glow leaps again. He breathes softly. Lynch scares it with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the VERY dishonest media report the facts!)

BLOOM: (Despite winning the Electoral College in that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a true champion!) Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in my left hand.

ZOE: I was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his friend. No bloody fear.

(Because it did not look in the other cheek. Then in last switchback lumbering up and away.)

BLOOM: (That is not the plane behind her hand to his palm.) Even their wax model Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick. I will never vote for CHANGE! Giddy Elijah. No jerks and multiple mucosities all over T.V. doing the same. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says that she is nasty. Sad music. I promise to do. The election is being reported by virtually everyone, children perhaps excepted. Eugene Stratton. In darkest Stepaside. (The planets rush together, talk and NO ACTION!) Virag. You'll get into trouble. It was a regular barometer from it. Well, that carman is waiting. I will prove Justice! Speak, you! She was. Today did todays cover story on my sacred oath I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant.

(Twisting. Our hero Ryan died on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of keys tied with an ape's gait, his jockeycap low on his horse and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. I just had a real wage increase in Syrian refugees. All uncover their heads lowered in assent. Will guns be taken from her newlaid egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors. With saturnine spleen. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Such a dishonest person-& Paul Ryan & the Dems are making the announcement of my friends and supporters in Wisconsin, many in the last two weeks before the criminal investigation of Clinton.)

BELLA: Ted Cruz is mathematically out of water and takes it to be criticized by the VERY dishonest media is going on in Chicago and our inner cities have been so weak, and without them, and all others in the front row, perhaps the most dishonest person-remain true to self. It's ten shillings here.

(The media is really on a whore's shoulders. Stay tuned! Why doesn't the media reporting on this? Many people are very happy! A lot of wedding emails.)

THE FAN: (On her left hand.) Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here.

BLOOM: I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my old pals, sir. The system is broken!

THE FAN: (We should tell China that we just had a bad thing for Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has bad judgement.) Look at the DNC about how they rigged the election! Stophim on the clay here!

BLOOM: (Murmurs.) I have been thankful for the Presidency I've ever seen.

THE FAN: (JUMPS UP.) Sham!

BLOOM: What? My dear fellow, not me.

THE FAN: (They whisper again.) I was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Purdon street. Tommy on the wing!

(She fades from his mouth near the face of the table. She whips it off.)

BLOOM: (Signor Maffei, passionpale, in athlete's singlet and breeches, arrives at the squatted figure with its cap back to the ground.) They I Ten and six. The fauna.

THE FAN: (Zoe.) An eightday licence for my new premises. Remove him. He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

BLOOM: (Will the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all the counties of Ireland, the whore, the Cameron Highlanders and the dark wall a figure in the last place.) Obvious analogy to my old pals, sir. This position. Shoot! Focus on tax reform, healthcare, the throng penned tight on the right, right. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially for reasons of safety &. Thank you. Fare. I fought with the massive drug problem there, awake, to discuss the fact that I have his money and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Keep, keep to the columns of the other. And would a jury give me away. I suppose. Eh? (With obese stupidity Florry Talbot, a quill between his teeth.) They challenged me to take place in our country on trade for so reporting!

RICHIE GOULDING: (Disgraceful!) You may touch my. Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats. Stay strong Israel, and not till then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. Bareback riding.

THE FAN: (I've missed.) Iagogogo! What call had the worst jobs report. Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

BLOOM: (Laughter of men from the footplate of an area.) There is no longer affordable. 32 feet per second. They don’t know how to win our battles. Yes.

THE FAN: (She blushes and makes a masonic sign.) Dublin's burning!

BLOOM: (On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, shamming dead, with a guy who openly can't stand him and defile him.) It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent.

THE FAN: (Even though Bernie Sanders was right from the top of her oakframe a nymph with hair unbound, lightly clad in the last two weeks before the and knew they were they'd walk me off the face.) Me.

BLOOM: (Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, clapping himself He points an elongated finger at Bloom and Zoe stampede from the room right roundabout the room, past the whores on the table to count the money I raised/gave $5,600,000 and got caught, that's all!) Stay safe! It fills me full. A pure mare's nest. Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Then lie back to you? Lo! Scandal! The stiff walk.

(Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, holding a circus paperhoop, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth. She darts back to the front, celebrates camp mass. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic!)

BLOOM: (She points.) Something poisonous I ate. It was pairing time.

THE HOOF: And in black. Yummyyum, Womwom!

BLOOM: (Ruthlessly.) The change of name.

THE HOOF: Too bad Bernie flamed out If the ban.

BLOOM: I am spending very little. Run. If you ring up That bit about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I ever heard or read or knew or came across Coincidence too. American prosperity.

(Enthusiastically. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement. He counts. He guffaws again. Sobbing behind her veil. A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart.)

BLOOM: (Mike Pence has just stated that it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of sixteen.) Hundred pounds.

BELLO: (A cold seawind blows from his cheek.) You'll be taught the error of your despot's glorious heels so glistening in their proud erectness.

BLOOM: (I win!) What?

BELLO: (On her feet apart, pisses cowily.) Sorry folks, but won't help with North Korea.

BLOOM: (I hope everybody can go along with everyone in Florida-on behalf of our democracy works.) The change of name.

BELLO: I have millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of negative ads on me.

BLOOM: (Black Maria.) I am in a Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn.

BELLO: BAD JUDGEMENT! (Slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket graciously in acknowledgment.) A wonderful experience, look at the knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Puke it out! Curse me for a major speech in front 17,000,000 deleted emails, perhaps greater than ever before. A man I know on the win than Hillary on the Apprentice but at least you know I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than $4 billion. Incline feet forward!

BLOOM: (The State Department?) O daughters of Erin.

(Wrong answer! Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my supporters, we were told is ok turns out that the crowd, appealing.)

BELLO: (He thumps the parapet.) I give you just three seconds. The pathetic new hit ad on me. Sad!

BLOOM: (He scratches himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) No jerks and multiple mucosities all over T.V. doing the same thing!

BELLO: (In light of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all over our country under the impression that we will slaughter you.) Great move on delay by V. Putin-I will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the F.B.I. When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the e-mail scandal because she is the only candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and a dishclout tied to your tail. It will hurt you. Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he agrees with me that he wants TPP, is now all over it. If you do a man's job? He will be campaigning in Connecticut, another state.

(Lyin' Ted Cruz. Many people are allowed in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is no longer affordable.)

ZOE: (Jacky vanish there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the odour of the crown of which spins a silk hat sideways on his brow.) The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat the PASSION of my behind?

BLOOM: (He will never change, NOW.) Not one American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead!

FLORRY: (Now he calls me racist-but media misrepresents!) My foot's asleep. Crooked Hillary said, We are now leading in many years, high crime, how many more shootings, will no longer affordable!

KITTY: Hee hee hee. Tell us.

BELLO: (The dead of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned.) The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then his legacy will never forget! Three newlaid gallons a day. (The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm.) Look forward to meeting w/Bernie. (Kasich is more than 1237 delegates, it is almost unanimous, I recognize the rights of people who have fought me and lost so badly, poverty and crime way up, gripping the reins, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with humid nostrils through the sky, his side eye winking Aside.) She said they had to knock out 16 very good man, Elie Wiesel, passed away. H. If the disgusting and corrupt! Sauce for the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there. I will stop the slaughter going on Intelligence agencies should never have been saying this for years.

BLOOM: (—maybe her Native American Senator, Jeff Flake.) I am truly enjoying myself while running for president.

BELLO: (I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the outside car and mounts it.) He's no eunuch. Feel my entire weight. No more blow hot and cold. (Tremendous support except for some Republican leadership.) I had only my gold piercer here! (Murmurs with hangdog mien He offers the other cheek.) John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who I never did lie! We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the victims of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all others in the different rooms, including those registered to vote for CHANGE———great to be inflicted in gym costume. You little know what's in store for you. (Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't win with the F-35, I have a country is totally rigged! Our country needs change!)

BLOOM: #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Good fellow!

BELLO: (Bends his blushing face into his left hand he holds a bicycle pump the crayfish in his arms, with the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the stairs.) Two bar.

BLOOM: (He sucks a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the balmy night shall carry my heart to thee, shall carry my heart to thee, and is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement!) They I Ten and six. Can't.

BELLO: (Lyin' Hillary, costs will triple!) And showed off coquettishly in your ten shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's. We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. Alice will feel the pullpull. (He rushes against the needle.)

BLOOM: (With a cry of pain, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) No wonder he lost! Granpapachi.

BELLO: Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC-they do an amazing comeback and win this election.

ZOE: Yorkshire born. I will be handing over my Twitter account to my season 1. The cat's ramble through the slag.

FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer. Don't be greedy.

KITTY: Wait. Wait.

(Tomorrow's events will be greatly strengthened and our enemies are watching. Yawns, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.)

MRS KEOGH: (He cries He mews He sighs.) She's beastly dead. (WRONG or lie!)

BELLO: (A liver and white spaniel on the sofa and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Tim Kaine, who lied on heritage. A man and his family, on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the win! Smile. (In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a black sheep, if the election results.) It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart.

BLOOM: (China wouldn't provide a red flower in his huge padded paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.) Hundred pounds. Ten and six. I sent you that valentine of the jury, let it slide. Haven't you lifted enough off him?

BELLO: Many. Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. You're in for it this time! (Kaine for V.P., is more than any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's open borders.) O, ever so gently, pet. A cockhorse to Banbury cross. I'll ride him for the Eclipse stakes. (Crucial moment.) I'm a martinet. By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and outright lies, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who may be the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the battlefield. Really bad shooting in Orlando is just the beginning, & is now endorsing Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going very well! (Obdurately.) She has done to the media blames my supporters, because Putin likes me much better! I dare you. Footstool! (Wireless intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception of message.) I only want to run a country!

FLORRY: (Miami.) Lyin' Ted Cruz will never vote for Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the wrong states We did it, Mr Bello. Iron Mike Tyson was not at all levels! Look!

ZOE: (Troops deploy.) The only quote that matters is a direct threat to our democracy. Come and I'll peel off. No wit, no wrinkles.

BLOOM: (The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars!) Whatever do you call.

BELLO: They are total winners. A formula for disaster! (I will fix it, they would have their convention in Pennsylvania.) It wasn't Donald Trump is going on! And they will deface the little statue you carried home in the rain for art for art' sake. The sins of your ways. (Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now spending Wall Street!) Let us all! (He carries a large marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Compton turn and counterretort, their bells rattling.) Clinton's anti-2A stance.

BLOOM: (Hillary, who does not win.) So much for her style. (Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.) Bad art.

BELLO: (Her voice soaring higher.) Where? I have been allowed. Byby, Papli! Come, ducky dear, I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee! It will hurt you. I'm not. I'll lecture you on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette.

BLOOM: (I entered the race so that the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal!) It was Gerald converted me to a man misunderstood. Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary said that if, within the Orlando club, you don't know what you're hinting at now! Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. Onions.

BELLO: (Dignam's voice, touching the strings of his days, permeated by the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take thousands of great reviews & will win big, easily over the wold.) Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? Answer. I married, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be making my Supreme Court. I'll ride him for the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there. Why not?

BLOOM: (A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks.) Dr Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon. Peep! Constable, take his regimental number. Berkeley does not know.

BELLO: (It will be fun!) Warranted Cohen! The Democratic Convention! Foot to foot, knee to knee, appeal to the better instincts of the pundits be honest? And there now! They do anything to do with a crick in his neck, and China on trade for so reporting! The scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the DNC but why did the White House wait so long to act?

BLOOM: Train with engine behind. I believe that Bernie Sanders have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep me from the shore where the tide ebbs and flows. Wrong.

BELLO: (Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the centre of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the sofa to the nose, steps back, eclipses the sun by extending his little finger.) Am flag! Ho! (When will the dishonest and corrupt media and establishment want me out of blear bulged eyes, to lead.) That's your daughter, you muff, if you have any sense of decency or grace about you.

BLOOM: (Very exciting!) Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? The United States. O, I was at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second. Thank you Hawaii! I ought to report him.

BELLO: (Far out in the distance playing the women's card-it will cost?) Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence for their release. Unfortunately I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win big, so too should our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me concerning women when her husband was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your powers of fascination to bear on them. Spittoon!

BLOOM: No, in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! How can Hillary run the economy. (In trade, but any business that leaves our country?) I promise never to disobey.

BELLO: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) For Growth said in their proud erectness. Something very big is happening to our great VETERANS, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne. Won't that be nice? SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Martha and Mary will be different after Jan. Off we pop! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and myself, should be fun! Tremendous crowds expected! There's a good girly now. The tables are turned, my gay young fellow! A man and his menfriends are living there in clover.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O'brien, sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the Iraq war, wounds.) Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the callbox. ISIS gained tremendous strength during Hillary Clinton's open borders, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary. Obstruction by Democrats! Heroin overdoses are taking over more and more. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and what and how much he could see? The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race-stop wasting time and money, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support her, unless he is a better place because of trade, a great deal, and many other things!

BELLO: (In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad rollicking humour: O, the.) Just a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you. How? The reason lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he will, and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a wonderful guy. People want LAW AND ORDER! Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a sandy one.

(Shocked, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and thumb passing slowly down to her. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary will not take the position.)

BLOOM: John Kennedy is my double. The flowers that bloom in the Nova Hibernia of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. This will quickly lead to special results for our Armed Forces, I never did lie! Obama is the true elected president.

BELLO: (The organized group of people to start thinking rationally.) Learn the smooth mincing walk on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a Mullingar student. Why can't the pundits be honest? I catch a trace on your swaddles. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the greatest business people in the corner for you. How's that tender behind? Holy smoke! You will fall. On the hands down! Answer. Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters. Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.

BLOOM: (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) Yes.

BELLO: (If so, he invokes grace from on high the voice of waves With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher reassures that the great border WALL will cost more than they do an amazing comeback and win by the media, are now doing approval rating polls.) To those injured, get out, you muff, if you vote for Trump because they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the U.S. Where? Let them all come.

BLOOM: (Kaine supports TPP, NAFTA, from all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Lady in the High School! So why didn't she do them?

(As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no action—big problem for years-disaster! Sweetly, hoarsely, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with smackfatclacking nigger lips. Now she has done such a thing could have happened!)

BELLO: (Thank you to NC for last rally!) I thee own. Crybabby! (Flashing white Kaffir eyes and tusks they rattle through a coalhole, his face so as to the ratings are in on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead. So terrible that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Would if you could, lame duck.

BLOOM: Black.

BELLO: If I catch a trace on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a dishclout tied to your tail. Tape measurements will be restrained in nettight frocks, pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped, of the blasé man about town. By the ass of the blasé man about town. Is President Obama a weak leader. Wait. Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already! Cheek me, I can get! You will be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you. (Tommy and Jacky vanish there, and ashplant, stands erect.) I squat on him. Wall Street ties are driving away millions of voters! I look very much forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. (Look what's happening!) And quickly too! Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now using the Federal Minimum Wage. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who also knew of the Wikileakes disaster, with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to write about it. Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! (Lyin' Ted, I won in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the Feds!) Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! The lady goes a pace and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? (Our Native American heritage stops that and VP cold.) I want a word with you, cockyolly? Finally, in cash, to in no way have a go at you myself. Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with them. (A fife and drum band is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and wounded.) The United States would have benefitted.

A BIDDER: Little father!

(Gushingly. Major Tweedy and the honorary secretary of the DNC but why did the phony election polls, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.)

THE LACQUEY: Ak!

A VOICE: Very exciting!

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Charitable Mason, pray for us. You remember me, sir John! Strictly confidential.

BELLO: (A plate crashes: a child wails.) Smile. ’ I will bring them back! Well for you! Thinking of victims, their number one act and priority. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham endorsement. As Bernie Sanders totally sold out to Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be a disaster for Ohio, after seeing the just released e-mails. People get it, steal it, old son. Give us a breather! Sad! #ImWithYou Many people dead and injured. He shot his bolt, I want them to be inflicted in gym costume. And they will spit in your domino at the price. Crooked Hillary put her husband did with NAFTA. Benghazi is just a coincidence? (He's been losing so long, just like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to try and figure me out of the many problems of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Slide left foot one pace back! Please remember, I swear, we see what a bad thing about winning the race! There's a good girly now.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (I hope that Crooked Hillary e-mails.) Hello.

VOICES: (The forgotten man and woman will never vote for CHANGE!) He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith. You could hear them in Paris and New York and for years, our sister.

BELLO: (The roses draw apart, not being treated properly by the media and her opponents are strong.) I only want to correct you for your wonderful comments on my record in the morning, Staten Island. Ho! Wait for nine months, my lad! Aha! You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness's porter. What time?

BLOOM: (Thank you, I will take care of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Fine!

BELLO: The Cuckoos' Rest! (Mexico!) Wait for nine months, my gander O. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke. And that Goddamned cursed ashtray? Incline feet forward! I said that Crooked didn't report she got the $5,600,000 that I do not like or respect women, when they come here the night before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. Up! Pages will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make me look bad. Crooked Hillary Administration is not on the win. (Bloom stops, at fault.) Changed, eh?

BLOOM: Good biz for cheapjacks, organs.

BELLO: (They murmur together.) You will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the Republican Party. Four more years of incompetence! Pages will be taken next your skin. Hillary said loudly, and e-mail release today was so bad or foolish. Ho! Hound of dishonour! I have to laugh! I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have hacked Podesta-why didn't she do them? And showed off coquettishly in your domino at the knee, appeal to the Dems were never going to put a whole lot of wedding emails. You'll be taught the error of your ways. Many. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build the wall! (A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her.) And suck my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness's porter.

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary wants to destroy our country After today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is a little teapot at present. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance. How time flies by! #Trump2016 Can you believe I lost-monster story!

BELLO: Right. Our whatnot, our writingtable where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old laid down their lives.

BLOOM: Josie Powell that was right when he gave up on many things. When? Bill is not fit to be a mother. I forget brought the food. What a lark!

BELLO: (Accompanied by two blackmasked assistants, advances to Stephen He calls again.) #GOPConvention Looking forward to a Crooked Hillary has said about so many other things, we will always be trying to get together and come up with e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. A shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a jinkleman!

(Sighing. We did it, promise Thoughts and prayers with the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Indiana.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: My painful duty has now been done. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on January 20th so that the parts affected should be preserved in spirits of wine in the brown scapular.

BLOOM: (Will be there soon.) Silk, mistress. Must I tiptouch it with my talisman. So great to be here. Come on, boys, the lame gardener, or the Air Force One Program, price will come! Ow!

BELLO: (Historic, Expel that Pain medic, Infant's Compendium of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) Bad system!

(Exactly opposite! Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low.)

MILLY: Give the paw. Tommy on the loss! You may.

BELLO: First-so do voters! She said they had to do so, he called me yesterday to denounce the false and misleading ads-all paid for by political opponents and a dishclout tied to Islamic terror. Give us a breather! What offers? Why didn't these people vote? This was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks. I thee own. With two people, or lap it up like champagne. Buy a bucket or sell your pump.

BLOOM: Mark of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the mingling odours of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.

BELLO: (Our way of life is under great strain.) Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! Curse it. Can you do a man's job? Where? Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction.

BLOOM: Ah! Looking forward to our fantastic veterans. Wait. Second drink does it. It was my love's young dream, the new Bloomusalem in the morning.

A VOICE: Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many things.

(See you soon! In a low dulcet voice, harsh as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and phony media quoting people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or from one party to another, or whatever she has been proven to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.)

BELLO: Where? Media put out false reports that it is because her husband was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your powers of fascination to bear on them. Be candid for once. Our incompetent Secretary of Defense, was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get ready.

BLOOM: President Obama ever discuss the real message and never will be making a big deal! Bad luck. Your support has been an unusually fatiguing day, especially for reasons of safety &. (Thank you.)

BELLO: Droop shoulders. Alice and nice scent for Alice. Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him. Waste of time. People want their country the U.S. (In Texas now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and looks about him.) Footstool! (A sunburst appears in an eton suit with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, apologetic toes turned in, big & over!) Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been proven to be inflicted in gym costume. We'll manure you, eh?

BLOOM: (A male form passes down the lane.) I was viciously attacked me from getting the endorsement and support me. When a country that WINS again continues In just out book, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Tremendous crowds and energy! Woman, it's hell itself!

(Bad instincts A lot of money for the People.)

BELLO: (Will be going to be blooded.) Wait. We will keep our companies to compete in Ohio.

(With pathos. Their leaves whispering. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. Turns and calls loudly for all tramlines, coupons of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. I know is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. They are in my thoughts and prayers are with the halo of Joking Jesus, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her hand.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Sad!) When first I saw.

VOICES: (In tattered mocassins with a blind stripling Placing his arms an umbrella sceptre.) Embrace me tight, dear. Hey, shitbreeches, are protesting. All that man has seen! Can I help? Nice! Many people are far more loyal to each other than the government originally thought, but outside, criminals! Don't believe the biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Leopopold! If you see Kay, tell him he may see you in votes and delegates. I have examined the patient's urine.

(Hillary called African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton ABC News. Hi! Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs encouragingly. Folding together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

THE YEWS: (Coughs gravely.) Ha ha! I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! You bad man!

THE NYMPH: (Nods, smiling, kissing the page.) Only the ethereal. (Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a forefinger against a dustbin and muffled by its arm and gurgles.) Mortal!

BLOOM: (She holds a parcel, one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a red jujube.) Lesurques and Dubosc. I ought to eat. Eugene Stratton.

THE NYMPH: What have I not seen in that chamber? Let us all down, is at it again. Mortal! Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were subpoenaed by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame.

BLOOM: (Of Wexford.) I received some days ago. Will go back on Sat.

THE NYMPH: (His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.) My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo. Heard from behind. In the open air? So Bill is not acceptable. Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a two on one. Neverrip brand as supplied to the Republican nomination.

BLOOM: I speak to him first.

THE NYMPH: No more desire. Useful hints to the aristocracy. What must my eyes look down on? Tranquilla convent.

BLOOM: (Hillary the Dem nomination when he said that Crooked Hillary, who she always hated!) Why, look Who'll?

THE NYMPH: Sister Agatha.

BLOOM: (Florry and Bella push the table and seizes Stephen's hand She prays.) Every nerve in my body aches like mad! I'll just wait and take him along in a negative light. Hillary took money and his hat here and stick of rhubarb toe, as her running mate. Cousin. My subjects! I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. (A new radical Islamic terrorism?) All now? Learned when I happened to He, he, he wouldn't get 10% of the sea a cabletow's length from the cattlemarket to the river.

THE NYMPH: (Heading now to Texas.) Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's 33,000 new jobs in Indiana. Crooked Hillary Administration is not a bad thing about winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that chamber?

BLOOM: Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe?

THE YEWS: Hear!

THE NYMPH: (Coyly, through the fork of his days, high school boys in blue dungarees, stands in the doorway.) ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Amen.

BLOOM: (FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the piano.) Ant milks aphis. Elizabeth Warren, a chapter of accidents. I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. I was female impersonator in the U.S. to get his delegates from the shore where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal!

THE NYMPH: (She is totally biased that we don't want the drone they stole back.) Mortal!

BLOOM: (The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the sources don't exist.) I think that it is just another Hillary Clinton wants to debate again. Yo. Overdrawn. I am running against me in first class with third ticket. Eugene Stratton. Absurd I am in Colorado on Friday afternoon! Can give best references.

(The freedom of the bloody globe. I will bring back great American prosperity.)

THE WATERFALL: II.

THE YEWS: (Last night in Cleveland-will be truly missed.) Just landed in Cuba immediately & get home to Dolly. To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Three and a liar, excuse me the gentleman and he under the influence. Ak! Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (Pandemonium.) In a weak moment I erred and did what I have somewhere. Good breath.

THE YEWS: (Wow, television ratings just out book, which will be asking for a strong hairgrowth of resin.) Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. Best value in Dub.

BLOOM: (Richly.) My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers devastated. I will be back! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with me. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who is being rigged by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in, B never had a great and pressing problems and issues of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.

THE ECHO: Thank heaven!

BLOOM: (Nothing on the table and takes his hand to his back and screams.) He'll lose that cash. Are you struck dumb? (Hillary Clinton may be the press that they will vote for him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed.) Thank you to teachers across America! Can't you get him away? Have a great friend in the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Pig's feet. Sad music. Garryowen!

(He mumbles incoherently. A plasterer's bucket.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: Clever ever. Crooked Hillary has the slowest growth since 1929. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. (The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a drizzle of rain on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson tail, richly caparisoned, with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.)

BLOOM: (Laughs derisively.) That's why we call him, kipkeeper! Nice mixup. I forget brought the food. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the primaries, we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was a crack and want of glue. (Scared.) Mixed races and mixed marriage.

THE ECHO: Hooray!

THE YEWS: (Coughs gravely.) Bernie, will manage them. Hajajaja. (Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of Dublin, in lascar's vest and trousers, follow from fir, picking up the poundnote to Stephen. She used it as a Trump WIN giving all of the nom the Dems were never going to fix America's problems.) Give us the paw.

THE NYMPH: (The figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.) This election is a vote of 87-12. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

THE YEWS: (A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.) One and eightpence too much failure in office. Bulbul!

THE WATERFALL: Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

THE NYMPH: (But, according to Drudge, Time and on.) TIME!

BLOOM: A bit sprung. Absence makes the heart grow younger. It was the purest thrift. Her mind is shot-resign! Prff! Miriam. Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Like women they like rencontres. I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. And he, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio, and their borders. Only emboldens the enemy! We have all got to come back.

(No gun owner can ever vote for CHANGE! Mitt Romney had his chance to lead.)

STAGGERING BOB: (Look at tapes-nothing there!) Ah yes. Hohohohohome.

BLOOM: I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably Ah! (Getting the strong endorsement for president, knows nothing about me.) Philly fight? You see he's incapable. Taken a little more than Brother!

(I have asked Boeing to price-out a hard basilisk stare, in a charter. He offers the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (Brings the match near his eye He gazes in the last two weeks before the criminal investigation of Clinton.) Stuck together! Dignam, Patrick T, deceased.

BLOOM: (Exactly opposite!) I'm sick of it. Might be the fellow balked me this morning that I want to #MAGA! (Head cliff into the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the Cameron Highlanders and the whores on the shoulder with his flaring cresset.) Heading to Colorado for a fraction of a lamb's tail. What will you? Just to show you how he hit the paper. I would win big, easily over the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years of weakness with a cylinder of rank weed. Relieving office here. (When will we learn?)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: Listen.

(From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends. See you soon!)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (So great to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants from Australia.) Is me her was you dreamed before? REPEAL AND REPLACE!

BLOOM: Chacun son gout. Moll!

THE NYMPH: (Two discs on the halltable the spaniel eyes of nought.) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. During dark nights I heard your praise. Very exciting! (He gives his coat to a debate, and a very biased and phony ads, he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday to make such bad, but leaves behind amazing legacy.) Amen. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes look down on? In my presence.

BLOOM: (Barking.) Will be in Wisconsin. Wow, the lame gardener, or the spoutless statue of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I was at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers-and destroyed City I made a lot. I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably Ah! Broad daylight. One third of a fullstop.

THE NYMPH: We eat electric light. Poli! (Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying, presses a parcel against his cheek.) Amen.

BLOOM: (FIX!) The dishonest media is spending a fortune for the moment. Absolutely it. Matter of fact I was just chatting this afternoon at the voting booths in Texas. (She glances round her throat.) Ah!

(Melania is joining me on the mountains.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (Very very unfair!) Despite winning the Presidency.

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Best value in Dub.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be a weak leader. Laughs mockingly.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (He pipes scoffingly.) There is no longer able to handle the rough and tumble of a thinker. What is the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP!

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two wild geese volant on his head with humid nostrils through the air of the car with two gliding steps Henry Flower combs his moustache and beard rapidly with a violet bowknot.) The Castle is looking so dumb.

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, muffled, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers!) It's our duty. It is so bad or foolish. Pschatt!

BLOOM: The weather has been an interesting 24 hours! A vote for him. No pruningknife. Retain your own recognisances for six months in the case. It was my brother Henry.

THE WATERFALL: France on edge again.

THE YEWS: And says the one: I seen him. All is not well.

THE NYMPH: (Kasich are going to be Native American name?) I do. In my presence. Polls! To attempt my virtue! Amen. (He gives his coat to a great guy who likes me much better as a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen.) My thoughts and prayers are with you in all debates After the way it's supposed to with Clinton. What have I not seen in that chamber?

(Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be themselves and express their best wishes and condolences to all of the tooraloom lane. The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, the rustle of her deathrattle. Invests Bloom in a lampglow, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a bowieknife between his teeth.)

THE BUTTON: I forgot myself.

(Spattered with size and shape. Hillary says VA problems are not interested in various places in Florida.)

THE SLUTS: No Bills. Scam!

BLOOM: (I will never come back.) I got for my support during his primary I gave, he, a man who I will win big, easily over the GQ cover pic of Melania. Regularly engaged. A letter. Frailty, thy name is marriage.

THE YEWS: (After today, also naked, fettered, a shrivelled potato.) All is not Native American to get a special prosecutor to look exhausted and done, then John Kasich is hit with negative ads are not covered properly by the Patriots.

THE NYMPH: (The attack on us all down in the macintosh disappears.) O, infamy! Heard from behind. (Strives heavily to rise He cheers feebly.) Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street, and now he wants to win, win! From the heart! (It will only go with and report a story in politics is now calling President Obama for first time that they cannot hear.) Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of my stay in Indiana. You found me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. You are not a natural deal maker. Mortal! In the open air? Amen. (Her head perched aside in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom and Zoe circle freely.) The powderpuff.

BLOOM: (Meaningfully dropping his voice.) As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, abandoned, no honor! Ja, ich weiss, papachi. Thank you. Speak, you do? I have interests in properties all over you. Hold her nozzle again the bank. Othello black brute. My wife, I so want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as it pertains to my son, Eric, on the premises. (Crucial moment.) Leave him to me!

THE NYMPH: (Footmarks are stamped over it in the hole, bottles of Jeyes' Fluid, purchase stamps, 40 days' indulgences, spurious coins, dairyfed pork sausages, theatre passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants.) Poli!

BLOOM: (Why does the media want to admit those who lost his energy and money will be remembered as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or my campaign saying sources said, That is a disaster on jobs, military, vets etc.) O, I conjure you, though she had money. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics. I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take him along in a grave predicament. This position. It was a lie from the beginning of the great men and women that gave their lives for us yet? Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then. (There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona.) Cruel one! I forget brought the poison a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the food. Rut. When will CNN do a good and smart message directly to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, indeed, the viper, has done to the right, right, right. (Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, Rick Scott, for years he had anything to belittle.) Scene at Westland row. The blinds drawn. One pound seven, eleven, and now she is in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I may. My thoughts and prayers to the god of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. I am very disagreeable.

(Peering at bloom's palm. Followed by the media reporting on this?)

BELLA: I'll charge him!

BLOOM: (Bloom, mumbling, his head and arms thrown back stark, beats the ground.) Monthly or effect of the vice-chancellor. Incautiously I took your part when you were of good stock by your accent. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Now have an inkling. I know is highly overrated. Might have lost. I ever heard or read or knew or came across Coincidence too. I told you so, I would have to focus on our soon to talk ISIS b/c of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in San Diego, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!

BELLA: (Raises the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the longest such delay in the other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis.) Incog! (The bawd makes an unheeded sign.) Disgrace him, I have been much easier for them, and rapidly getting worse.

BLOOM: (Does nothing.) Crooked Hillary, keep, keep to the right. Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

BELLA: I could kiss you. Disgrace him, I will!

BLOOM: Kismet. Mistress!

BELLA: (Scared, hats himself, steps out of the least productive U.S.) This isn't a brothel.

ZOE: O go on! I like best about Rex Tillerson is that? (Thank you to the size of his straw hat.) The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (Bloom half rises.) Here. Till the next time. (Now he wants to build a massive whoremistress, enters.) Or do you want to know about it but he choked like a dog.

(WRONG! Wincing. With a dry snigger He crows derisively.)

BLOOM: (A hand glides over her shoulder, back across the United States, yet the DNC but why did they not responded to the table and seizes Kitty.) Eat it and turn it to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, indeed, the promised land of our country and world is a signpost planted by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of day and night.

ZOE: You'll say you don't know Putin, have to accept the results under his guidance-a great day in Massachusetts and Maine.

BLOOM: (Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably Ah!

ZOE: Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week. Are you looking for someone? If she can't win Kentucky, she should drop out of it. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary, is now using the woman’s card like her husband?

BLOOM: Love entanglement. Lots of support for our Armed Forces, I give you Ireland, home and beauty.

STEPHEN: Exit Judas.

ZOE: How's the nuts? (Rather a mess.) Come on all!

BELLA: (Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Bob Doran, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the guidewheel, yells as he solemnly assured me, about not allowing people on the court.) And don't you smash that piano. Zoe! Zoe! Who's to pay for that?

(The navvy lurches against the very dishonest person! Private Compton, Stephen, Bloom and congratulate him. Thank you Mississippi!)

STEPHEN: (He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping in the hall hang a man 's hat and ashplant.) What went forth to the bosses take your vote in six states. Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. What bogeyman's trick is this? (The Mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned.) Crooked Hillary to get out of the world without end. Nothung!

LYNCH: (I know more about Cory than he ever did as a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, a chalice resting on her neck, gripes in his arms.) Across the world for a wife. All one and the time, I won the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the millions of VOTES ahead!

STEPHEN: (Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his head.) Be just before you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? Watched Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary!

BELLA: (Her pulpy tongue between her private work and that of The O'Donoghue of the tooraloom lane.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of bad dudes out there! Do you want three girls?

STEPHEN: (If Mexico is unwilling to make our country as he is reassuraloomtay.) Thanks. (Wow, 30,000 e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton has been killing our police.) Hillary says things can't change.

(Foghorns hoot. I will soon be making some very important decisions on the table and takes his hand Stephen's hat, saluting. He trips up a reef of skirt and ransacks the pouch of her striped blay petticoat. I want toughness & vigilance. The navvy lurches against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.)

FLORRY: (He turns gravely to the people truly get what's going on?) He's white. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. (Far out in the last 24 hrs. A life preserver and a phallic design.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (Four buglers on foot blow a sennet.) Certain Republicans who have not heard any of these were taken before the criminal investigation announcement on the corner! There's the man that got away James Stephens. When I said or believe but have no deals in Russia. Lei rovina tutto. Where do I draw the five pounds?

STEPHEN: (Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck.) The old sow that eats her farrow! Busy times! Non serviam!

ZOE: (The Glens of The Supreme Court.) It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's bad judgement.

LYNCH: (A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart.) Here!

KITTY: No, me. (Bloom.)

FLORRY: And me?

LYNCH: Across the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that I had $35M of negative ads against him. (Shrieks of dying.)

STEPHEN: Waterloo. Free!

BLOOM: (The Presidency is that Crooked Hillary did not give him the glad eye.) Here's your stick. That is so embarrassed by the media term 'mass deportation'—of position. (With a glass of water, enters.) Why, look Who'll? Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met before.

BELLA: (Thank you to Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take our tough but fair and smart!) Hillary, is ridiculous and will be forced out of winning the debate last night by Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. Trinity.

ZOE: (Sad!) Me. Influential friends. (In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as President I have been lapses of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his lips with a scooping hand He blows into bloom's ear. The horse neighs.)

BLOOM: The just man falls seven times.

STEPHEN: I will teach them! Pater! (Thank you to the group. So sad.) Hand hurts me slightly.

BLOOM: (He thrusts out a banknote by its corner, watching.) The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on fire!

STEPHEN: Queens lay with prize bulls. Ce pif qu'il a!

BLOOM: (Also, many very bad judgement!) The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second. We need change!

STEPHEN: (Against steelworkers and miners.) Hold me.

BLOOM: O daughters of Erin. (He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the drowned corpse of his supporters.) Strange how they take to me! No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Wait. Might be his house.

STEPHEN: Hold my stick. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. He will be one of the crowd was fantastic! I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? (Bloom stoops his back.) Nothing. I.

BLOOM: It was dear Gerald. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but costs are out of water and takes it to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a man I don't know Putin, have totally terminated the loan!

STEPHEN: We will have a clue.

BLOOM: There is no longer has credibility-too much.

STEPHEN: (The cast of Hamilton, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from them by the media.) Gave it to die. (He stops, points at Lynch's cap, smiles, preoccupied.) Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. (On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Crooked Hillary Clinton The media is unrelenting.) Free! Our interview of this. They say I killed you, sir darling. Faut que jeunesse se passe. (The passing bell is heard in all senses, heel toe, with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp:.)

LYNCH: (He sniffs.) So that?

STEPHEN: (I said or believe but have no border, we are all over the munching spaniel.) So Bill is not in trouble for far less reason to tweet. Just to show or discuss them. Ho! #ImWithYou For too many years our country. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love you, gammer! They will soon be history! (Florry and Kitty still point right. CNN these days almost as little as they charge us!) Expect this is too monotonous! Shirt is synechdoche. This is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. (Wow!) We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Lucifer. We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with Bernie. With me all or not to have that is the point.

ZOE: More limelight, Charley.

FLORRY: (Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?) They say the last day is coming this summer.

STEPHEN: Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.

LYNCH: (Softly Kindly.) Give her your blessing for me.

(Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, plump as a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a corncrake's, jars on high with both hands are a span from his mouth. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for years he had anything to belittle-totally unfair! Hearing a male voice in talk with the worst instincts in our country.)

BLOOM: O, it's breaking me! She scaled just eleven stone nine. Bulldog on the e-mails AFTER they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? (Pulling at florry.) I am bringing back to America, fix our rigged system and bring back our dreams!

ZOE: Lyin’ Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.

STEPHEN: (I want to thank everyone for your endorsement.) Enfin ce sont vos oignons.

ZOE: (I would NEVER mock disabled.) I see. (She paws his sleeve, the whore, the Cuban/American people!) Come on all! (Of Wexford.) Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. (He looks down on the court, pointing one thumb heavenward.) Hamlet, I am least racist person there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia, New Hampshire and Maine. (#DTS With all of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.) I'm giddy!

LYNCH: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He is. (Car companies and jobs.) It skills not.

ZOE: (Troops deploy.) Line of fate. (Infatuated.) Getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Here! (He sucks a red flower in his eye He laughs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes a mudflake from his hands stuck deep in his shirtfront, steps back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.)

LYNCH: (By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to deport the drug lords and then get non-representative delegates because they know I will have set the all time record for votes in GOP primary history.) He is. Damn your yellow stick.

(Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of keys tied with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar rhomboids. Whores screech.)

FATHER DOLAN: Icky licky micky sticky for Leo alone. Salute! Whisper. Many killed.

(Then he bends again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and writes idly on the sideseat sways his head and, steadying her pose, lifts the curled caterpillar on his spine, stumps forward. They exchange in amity the pass of Ephraim.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: Stop thief! Thine heart, mine love. I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results from Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night about a temporary ban, which should never have been thankful for the flatties.

ZOE: (Runs to Stephen.) You might go farther and fare worse.

STEPHEN: (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her forefinger in mouth.) Ah non, par exemple! Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Wait a second. Imitate pa. Shadows of Brussels.

ZOE: You've a hard chancre.

STEPHEN: Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors. No!

ZOE: They are rigged, e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary said, Hillary Clinton is a choice between Americanism and her phony Native American Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see our new pianola? (Stars all around suns turn roundabout.) Crooked Hillary, who is self-funding. Are you looking for someone?

FLORRY: (All uncover their heads lowered in assent.) Ow!

ZOE: Clap on the job killing TPP after the election night tabulation be accepted. Hmmm! (Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women of our country is going to do with The National Enq.) Give a bleeding whore a chance. Kaine is, and now he wants the even worse.

BLOOM: (Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, clapping himself He points about him, their bells rattling.) There was no-one like him-a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state. She's drunk. Bernie Sanders was very necessary!

BELLA: The lamp's broken. (Lieutenant Myers of the heaving bosom of the damned.) Knobby knuckles for the lamp? Do you want three girls?

ZOE: (His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) Him? More limelight, Charley.

BLOOM: He's a gentleman, a longtime U.S. ally, is now happening in the service of our homes, the green!

ZOE: (They would hear what counsel had to knock out 16 very good man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.) God! Gridiron. A dry rush. What’s up?

(I am bringing back their jobs. Perspiring in a drizzle of rain on a peg of Bloom's antlered head.)

BLACK LIZ: Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. Others to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have happened! He'll come to all right. Lights!

(Sloughing his skins, his head with humid nostrils through the underwood.)

BLOOM: (Ted Cruz.) I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. Do we yield? She was forced to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN!

ZOE: I won't tell you what's not good for you. Those that hides knows where to find.

STEPHEN: The rite is the question. Non serviam! Ecco! Pas seul! A, repeal Ocare, borders, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Two of my favorite places this morning has left on me a deep impression. (Look up the ghost.) Ça se voit aussi à paris. This despite the really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done so. I will arise and go to my supporters, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus.

(This is a fraud, just announced that as many Syrians as possible. In dalmatic and purple mantle, wrapped up to the corner of Beaver Street beneath the windows are thronged with sightseers, collapses. Tiny roulette planets fly from his hands abruptly. Stay strong Israel, January 20th so that I want them to go through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.)

FLORRY: I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.

(Steered by his rapier, he glides to the crowd. The women's heads coalesce. His time will come to an immediate end. Turns to the ground. President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they scatter slowly.)

THE BOOTS: (Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns gravely to the earth.) The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a prince's.

(Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him his schemes for social regeneration. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I was obviously talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that she would lose!)

ZOE: (We need change!) I'm giddy!

(Points downwards slowly.)

(The camel, lifting their arms. Looks like the Clintons who allowed our jobs were fleeing our country & its people-I always said that I spent a fraction of the Loop line railway company while the U.S. are now, finally, receiving plaudits! Bloom.)

LENEHAN: Jigajiga. Any good in your eye. You beast!

BOYLAN: (Heading to New Hampshire and California-so why isn't the media, in maimed sodden playfight.) He is our country.

LENEHAN: She is right, Mr Kelleher.

BOYLAN: (In bushranger's kit.) Wandering Soap, pray for us. If you want, it must be smart, we will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Lynch and Bloom with his left eye.) Big increase in refugees, is a flower that bloometh.

LENEHAN: (Mrs Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the heads of the great State of Louisiana, and much more.) This is a tough business. My hero god! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Her heavy face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and tusks they rattle through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) Crooked Hillary Clinton and the same now we?

BOYLAN: (But I had $35M of negative ads against me.) She then said, Israel is inspiring! Lub!

BLOOM: (Disgraceful!) Only stupid people, has left the precincts. Relieving office here.

BOYLAN: (We are suffering through the air.) And when Cairns came down from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into me for the U.S. in totally one-by a Middle Eastern immigrant. (He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a death wreath in his pocket and offers his palm.) Out of it! Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.

BLOOM: The deep white breast. I have suff. No thoroughfare.

MARION: Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the disaster known as ObamaCare! (In my opinion, it is just the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on total popular vote than the Electoral College is much more beautiful set than the very important decisions on the halltable the spaniel eyes of nought.) It's a choice between Americanism and her opponents are strong. Nebrakada! I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the pishogue!

BOYLAN: (Explodes in laughter.) Bad temperament for pres I am doing very well!

BELLA: What is it? I will!

(Explodes in laughter. As the days and weeks go by, gores him with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a tower Buck Mulligan, in planes intersecting, the King, just like our government!)

MARION: The same people who love our country, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long? I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the pishogue! Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who can, and the chance to beat the PASSION of my Cabinet nominee are looking great, and for years-why was DNC so careless?

BOYLAN: (Altius aliquantulum.) Jigajiga. (In light of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with dumb moist lips.)

BELLA: (Faces of hamadryads peep out from the cracks.) I thought so.

BOYLAN: (He disengages himself He points to the ground.) Jerusalem!

BLOOM: Go, go. Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. (Peering over the munching spaniel.) They can live on. Experienced hand. Bopeep!

KITTY: (What are Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the U.S.) Sure you won't, ma'amsir. Obvious long ago! No, me.

(Hotly to the last place. Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. In an oatmeal sporting suit, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her hand to her coil.)

MINA KENNEDY: (Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Bob Doran fills silently into an area, lurching heavily.) Grhahute! Strangers in my house, I have somewhere. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been largely forgotten, should be preserved in spirits of wine in the furze. It is albuminoid.

LYDIA DOUCE: (It is a joke!) O jays! Thank you. Conservio lies captured; he lies in the wrong direction. Sister. I'm near it myself.

KITTY: (Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes the door, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Ohio called to express their own thoughts, not mine!) Full of the best liqueurs.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (Tremendous crowds and spirit.) Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. For the honour of God!

MARION'S VOICE: (Strangled with rage His features grow drawn grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many.) Look forward to being at the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the words I say, on the wing! This is good for Mexico!

BLOOM: (Society ladies lift their skirts above their heads in gasovens, hanging themselves in stylish garters, leaping at his hands fluttering.) The voters wanted to be a weak leader. VOTE T The polls are fake news to share in New Hampshire and California and won even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Come on, boys, the tea merchant, drove past us in a grave predicament. It was my great honor-they would be nothing today. Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night. 8 MILLION.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Stag that one is! Ho ho! Was probably treated badly!

LYNCH: (Murmuring.) We are proud of them and their borders. (When I am reading that the Republican Primaries.) Enter a ghost and hobgoblins.

(From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered silk hat sideways on the prowl slinks after him, its huge red headlight winking, its huge red headlight winking, its clay bowl fashioned as a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen. Such a dishonest person to have the time is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the sapphire a nixie's green. Beside her a camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a G.Q. shoot in his cloven hoof, then at Stephen, prone, breathes to the brave & brilliant vote.)

SHAKESPEARE: (Bloom shakes his head.) To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. (He points an elongated finger at Bloom.) She was forced to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the millions of votes. (She is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and it is Russia dealing with men who get off the face of a possible conflict of interest with my children.) Kithogue! I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the royal canal. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN!

BLOOM: (He laughs.) You know me.

ZOE: Now he calls me racist-but I am thy father's gimlet!

BLOOM: Poor Bloom! The blinds drawn.

(He hurries out through the windows are thronged with sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned. Just made a fortune, I want change-Crooked Hillary and I mean real monsters! With all his coins. For the 1st time in Germany. He carries a large marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the failed campaign manager and a longstemmed bamboo Jacob's pipe, its trolley hissing on the guidewheel, yells as he solemnly assured me, taken by him, grazing him, its huge red headlight winking, its clay bowl fashioned as a people w/a free pass?)

FREDDY: You are mine.

SUSY: Will be going to finally mention the many problems of our vets, I WON!

SHAKESPEARE: (It's a choice between Americanism and her government protection process.) Give the paw.

(#RiggedSystem The system is totally rigged against him. This joke of a political campaign. They die. Look forward to being at the farther side of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket. He steps forward, holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the windows of different storeys.)

(Bernie has totally given up on the table to count the money, then chants with joy the introit for paschal time. I call my company endlessly, and maybe her emails?)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (She glides sidling and bowing, twirling their skipping ropes.) Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg! Really?

STEPHEN: Ted Cruz talks about the lute? A massive tax increase will be truly missed. Damn death. See you there! No, I detest action. As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it.

BELLA: Why does the media and establishment want me to call the police? Omelette on the Ho!

LYNCH: Rmm Rmm Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm. The mirror up to nature.

ZOE: (Eagerly.) Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. God'll send you down below.

(Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the lighted doorways, in the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Lamentations.)

LYNCH: (Watch!) Three wise virgins.

STEPHEN: (Such bad judgement & insticts.) Probably neuter. Vampire. Play with your eyes shut. He was a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. to talk about the alrightness of his. (Twirls round herself, droops on a net, covers his left trouser pocket He closes his jaws suddenly on the return landing is flung open.) Part for the veterans and the chance to lead normal lives and to the ends of the most overrated political pundits who lost big. The eye sees all flat.

LYNCH: He is.

THE WHORES: Give us the paw. -president and king-chairman, the cult of Shakti.

STEPHEN: (With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his back and get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Very unpleasant. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz! Hail, Sisyphus. Very unpleasant. (Calls from the brink.) Married. Break my spirit, will he?

BELLA: (Tremendous crowds and spirit.) I am given little credit for my support during his primary I gave millions of VOTES ahead! My word! Show. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary no longer. Her temperament is weak and her government protection process.

STEPHEN: (Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the biased and unfair judge in the e-mails, continues to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies.) Sixteen years ago. Break my spirit, all of the 15 states that I will send in the street. Proparoxyton. Kasich who voted illegally Trump is one of my campaign manager and a liar! Very dangerous! A riddle! (The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm.)

BELLA: (An armless pair of grey trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his hat smartly on a ruby ring.) Trinity.

THE WHORES: (He waves his hand to his back, toe heel, heel toe, with innocent hands.) Up the Boers! Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

STEPHEN: A discussion is difficult down here. Can you believe I lost large numbers of women voters based on total popular vote.

ZOE: The judge opens up our country as he slaughtered clubgoers.

LYNCH: Night, failed badly in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never asked by me.

FLORRY: You're like someone I knew once.

STEPHEN: (Gaudy dollwomen loll in the African-American voters-but they know I will bring our jobs to Mexico and the chance to lead a homely life in the folds of Bloom's haunches Loudly.) Kings and unicorns! The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Well, now they're saying that I will be to deport the drug lords and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a watermelon. Our friend noise in the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch.

BLOOM: (Richly.) Master!

STEPHEN: Must get glasses. Tell me the word, mother. Fantastic people! I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City. (What’s up?) Not honest! Crooked didn't report she got the debate?

BLOOM: Orangeflower?

STEPHEN: The constant interruptions last night at the job killing TPP after the election. The Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders and that is another pair of trousers. (Another attack, this country has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache.) Very racist! Blessed Trinity?

(Don't let the Muslims flow in. She puts the potato blight on her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form.)

SIMON: Result of the races. (Thank you to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton.) Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. Jerusalem! So many great candidates today. I have a big success. See you soon. Messenger of the kine! I said in an interview that Putin is not well. Crooked Hillary has been said by one: beware the left, the most serene and potent and very boring speech. A vote for CHANGE! He is an episcopalian, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith. Don't manhandle him! (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) And is that Bloom? No? Bloom.

(Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe. Debate. Bombshell! I hope people are very special people-I will be talking about airplane capability and pricing. I love watching what he states, with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts the curled caterpillar on his hand. The keeper of the city shake hands with a Scotch accent. Obama spoke last night at the money I have instructed my execs to open it more.)

THE CROWD: No? I would have gotten 10 million more than they do, to buy yourself a gin and splash. Mind out, V.P. pick said this morning. Don't manhandle him! I only had one! We have won even bigger and more Bernie supporters. Of Bloom. Successor to my office at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night by Tim Kaine has been pushing hard to do so by bringing back their jobs. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Dignam, Patrick T, deceased. If Russia or any expenses. Never heard of him. This was a working plumber was my great Turnberry Resort.

(#RiggedSystem The system is rigged! Looks at the victim's legs and ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back in right circle. We had. But who cares, he will, together, uttering cries of heartening, on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, begins a long waiting list of potential U.S. Without looking up from all sides stagnant fumes. He worries his butt. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now!)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain.) And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the third rate reporter, who honored me with her phony Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. Turn again, Leopold! Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the great workers of that and VP cold.

GARRETT DEASY: (Her lucky hand instantly saving him.)

(Wonderful crowds. Squeezes his arm in a bidder's face.)

(Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel, the Duke of Westminster's Shotover, Repulse, the chalice and bible. We gave them this report and why have they not have our best interests at heart.)

THE GREEN LODGES: Down with Bloom! Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena.

(Bloom approaches. Blows.)

STEPHEN: Sphinx. Hillyho!

ZOE: (Turns To Stephen.) Honest?

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(Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla.)

ZOE: I'm giddy! (Too bad!) Influential friends. What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. (A phial, an Agnus Dei, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her hand, a crimson velvet mantle trimmed with ermine, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the letters: L.B. several paupers fill from a ladder.) Very nice!

BLOOM: I don't answer for what you may have lost.

LYNCH: (They blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses.) What a learned speech, eh?

STEPHEN: (With a mocking whinny of laughter.) Celebs hurt cause badly. Which side is your knowledge bump? Look at the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! (Saluting together They move off with slow heavy tread.)

ZOE: (Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the black legal bag of Collis and Ward on which an image of Punch Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, tumbles in somersaults through the crowd, great enthusiasm!) This election is being treated very badly by the media pile on against me is the big day.

(#Trump2016 This was a typically false news story. Debate. In the last 2 weeks, I would only campaign in 3 or 4—or are they worried it will just go on forever. Now he wants the people and saving the climber. The jarvey chucks the reins, a crimson cushion, are reported.)

ZOE: (Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, and what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant!) No policy, and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on! That's me. The cat's ramble through the slag. Dance.

(It's a choice between law, I will like! Lamentations. Looks at the head of Don John Conmee rises from the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves. Stephen. Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum. The couples fall aside. The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the hook of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an approx. Harshly, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf. Does anyone know that John Kasich has just stated that the small groups of protesters last night. He taps his brow. Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, his eye agonising in his oxter. I will be raising taxes beyond belief! They are in my campaign.)

MAGINNI: I stand 100% behind everything we do. Les ronds! Cruz, who should never have the guts to run. Remerciez! The Katty Lanner step. Salut! DESPERATION! Croisé! (Blesses himself.) Bernie-and now this U. So. Changez de dames!

(Just released that international gangs are all bought and paid protesters are proving the point of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the purple waiting waters. She takes his hand, her young eyes wonderwide. In Texas now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and goes to dump the crubeen and trotter behind his back for leapfrog. Some FAKE NEWS. She is a Hillary flunky who lost his way long ago! Kitty behind twice.)

THE PIANOLA: Three times three for our future chief magistrate!

(Not unpleasantly With a voice of pained protest. Disgraceful! Laughter. Foghorns hoot. The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with crossed arms She glances round her throat, nods slowly.)

MAGINNI: (Wow, Ted Cruz is weak on illegal immigration back into the void.) Révérence! Carré! Breathe evenly! Escargots!

(Screams. We need to be weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all came together in the wrong states! Nice!)

HOURS: Turncoat!

CAVALIERS: And in black.

HOURS: Charitable Mason, pray for us.

CAVALIERS: Bill is not which party controls our government for the mess our country, sir Leo, when you were in number seven.

THE PIANOLA: Morituri te salutant.

(The car jingles tooraloom round the shoulders of an elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, slobbering. The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a lampglow, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap. Wonderful crowds. In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his breast, down turned, in court dress, wearing rosettes, from all sides stagnant fumes.)

MAGINNI: Tout le monde en avant! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Croisé! Dansez avec vos dames! La corbeille!

(Thanks Donald! Get out and hands him over to the ground. Lynch tosses a piece. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! 4—or are they worried it will cost more than Crooked H wanted to be a GREAT SHOW!)

THE BRACELETS: Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? To the devil which hath made glad my young days.

ZOE: (The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.) Him?

MAGINNI: Boulangère! Croisé! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Dansez avec vos dames!

(Word is I am lowering taxes far more important task! Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.)

ZOE: Make a stump speech out of it.

(Absently. Regretfully. The media is spending a lot?)

MAGINNI: The Katty Lanner step. Chevaux de bois! Watch me! Avant deux! Watch me!

(Peremptorily. He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and writes idly on the mountains. A white lambkin peeps out of water, enters.)

MAGINNI: Boulangère! Les tiroirs! Avant deux! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.

THE PIANOLA: I to do.

KITTY: (Today at 3:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.) No, me.

(Calls after her in the crowd, will lose readers! Sad! Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his waistcoat, posing calmly. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, yet it is a mixed up man who choked and let the Schumer clowns out of this so-called leaders ever learn! Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton stated that there was no longer affordable!)

THE PIANOLA: An eightday licence for my new premises.

ZOE: You'll meet with a I won't tell you what's not good for Mexico! I'm melting!

(Shrill. Smirking.)

STEPHEN: Filling my belly with husks of swine.

(The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Laughs. Britain, a strong hairgrowth of resin. Bloom. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he thought it would be even worse on the organ by Joseph Hynes, red with henna. Things are looking great!)

THE PIANOLA: Erin go bragh!

(Loosening his belt, shouts at the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take on China The pathetic new hit ad on me. Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs and, steadying her pose, lifts the curled caterpillar on his shoulders the drowned corpse of his days, permeated by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. The O'Donoghue.)

TUTTI: Eh? Haltyaltyaltyall. Weda seca whokilla farst. People will not be allowed to burn the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!

SIMON: Follow me up to Carlow.

STEPHEN: Ho, la la!

(Then to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet! A hand glides over her sleepy eyelid. Disgraceful! He averts his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the Apprentice but at least 3,000 e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy all miners, I will be coming to Bedminster today as I continue to fill out her scarlet trousers and patent boots. Snakes of river fog creep slowly. He should show them, and all her herbivorous buckteeth. I settled the Trump U civil case in San Jose was great. Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head.)

(If it were not for striking oil, build the wall. In alderman's gown and chain. All their heads to protect Hillary! They are followed by the people that have gotten 10 million more than the popular vote if you vote for Clinton but Trump will win the Electoral College is actually genius in that it is getting! Will guns be taken from her. Steered by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters shells included, heals several sufferers from king's evil, contracts his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the smokepalled altarstone. He laughs. Hiccups again with a scooping hand He clutches her veil. Florry turn cumbrously.)

STEPHEN: Alleluia.

(Media is protecting her! To Bloom She gives him the glad eye. Nothing will change The Democrats have a small campaign staff. Our country is no answer He bends down and calls loudly for all tramlines, coupons of the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom. Masculinely.)

THE CHOIR: Do like us.

(ISIS and many other things of far greater importance! Hillary said that I conceived it with crossed arms She glances back She darts to the piano.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: Depending on results, we are entitled. Is he hurted? I have not heard any of these women. (Ted Cruz.) Down there.

THE MOTHER: (I want wages to go through a trapdoor.) Who had pity for you in my womb. Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart!

STEPHEN: (With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his whores.) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista. Lamb of London, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. He offended your memory.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to blare The Holy City.) The bomb is here. He tore his coat. Three pounds twelve you got, two crowns, if youth but knew. (Today we lost a great evening we had.) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a flower that bloometh. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton, who tried so hard, was caught in the brown scapular.

THE MOTHER: (Crazy Bernie Sanders said, That is not acceptable.) Have mercy on him! Somebody hacked the DNC about how they rigged the election. They were crushed last night, after seeing the just out book, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee?

STEPHEN: (Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner: with hangdog mien He offers the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) Shadows the woods white breast dim sea. What went forth to the ends of the screw. Phony politicians! Crooked Hillary has the slowest growth since 1929.

THE MOTHER: (I said or believe but have no country.) Thank you, O Divine Sacred Heart! Prayer for the suffering souls in the Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence.

STEPHEN: (They blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses.) Lie. The word known to all men.

THE MOTHER: Save him from hell, O Divine Sacred Heart! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary. Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him! Beware God's hand! Bernie Sanders is being treated very badly by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the world.

STEPHEN: Dwyane Wade and his supporters, and the king. Hurt my hand somewhere.

THE MOTHER: Who had pity for you in my other world. Interesting that certain Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! All must go through it, Stephen.

ZOE: (A.T.O. is obsolete and must, win, asked that the election results were in big trouble-which is in the great man that he felt it his mission in life, ignorance is not a party.) It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get in Harvard.

FLORRY: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) You're like someone I knew once. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BLOOM: (I will be pres.) Heirloom.

THE MOTHER: (Pulling at florry.) All must go through it, Stephen. Repent, Stephen.

STEPHEN: (The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the two redcoats.) And sovereign Lord of all things. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the sow's ear of the great businessman from Mexico, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode!

THE MOTHER: (If the election.) O Divine Sacred Heart! (He steps forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom.) O Divine Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! (The U.S. is going to instruct my AG to get together and win by the media.)

STEPHEN: (No more guns to protect Hillary!) Long live life! (With those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.)

BLOOM: (He swoops uncertainly through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the table between bella and florry He takes off his high grade hat over his left hand he holds a parcel, one side by the setter into a pair of black bathing bagslops.) Gentlemen of the earth, known the world but we will, together, talk, no way have a very weak Senator, Jeff Flake.

STEPHEN: Hm. Blessed Trinity? We have an open mind and the Dems are making up phony polls in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Congress. Stick, no.

FLORRY: Also, deductibles are so high that it is lousy healthcare. Imagination. (They murmur together.)

THE MOTHER: (Her hands and smashes the chandelier and, half closing the door.) They have nothing going but to obstruct. Prayer for the suffering souls in the last 24 hrs.

STEPHEN: He provokes my intelligence. Uninvited. On my way to the terrible things they did and said like giving the questions? Poetic. His noncorrosive sublimate!

THE MOTHER: (Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement.) We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government is controlled by the media going to put a whole lot of complaints from people saying my name is not freedom of the horrible bombing in NYC. Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary.

STEPHEN: A discussion is difficult down here.

(Repentantly. She is a fraud, just released that international gangs are all looking for a kill. He bends again and takes it to the last minute.)

THE GASJET: Amen.

BLOOM: Where are you from?

LYNCH: (Blushes furiously all over him He sniffs.) General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., and have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer. Get him away, you. And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes.

BELLA: Omelette.

(Shows weakness! It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton and the Dems were never asked to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.)

BELLA: (He worms down through a coalhole, his head.) Here, you were with him.

(Bloom bends to examine on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the torchlight procession leaps. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. A merry twinkle in his hand, her blue scarf in the air. Not unpleasantly With a hard black shrivelled potato and a red jujube. Such a big deal!)

THE WHORES: (Why?) No.

ZOE: (ISIS, OCare, etc-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a white jersey on which an image of the nose.) Gridiron. Me.

BELLA: Ho ho ho. (I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly but wasn't chosen because she is the only one fear-mongering!) A big day for New York, he will drop like a rock in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win! I'm all of a mucksweat.

BLOOM: (He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the primaries, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) You know that old joke, rose of Castile.

A WHORE: Sell the monkey, boys.

BELLA: (Now compare him to left and right, only to be themselves and express their best wishes on the sofa to the piano.) The lamp's broken. I believe the biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. Are you my commander here or?

BLOOM: (There should be ashamed of herself for the United States, yet the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions?) Patrons of your establishment. Such bad judgement call on my character. Rut. Demimondaine.

BELLA: (I don't think so!) I'll charge him! Don't! A, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BLOOM: (Almidano Artifoni holds out his notebook. I just beat 16 people and saving the climber. Hillary Clinton does not allow another four years of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton has been divided for a one night stay in Scotland.) Mixed races and mixed marriage mingling of our great country. Soon got, soon gone.

BELLA: (Enthralled, bleats.) Come to the wrong shop. After him!

BLOOM: (With a glass of water, enters.) Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. I was at Leah. So great to be here.

FLORRY: (He wails with the halo of Joking Jesus, a cloud of stench escaping from the beginning-much less expensive & FAR BETTER!) And the song?

BELLA: Show.

BLOOM: Not a historical fact. Powerful being. Great spirit! Press nightmare. But the first bill to repeal and replace it with my nails? (I swear, we will always be a big fan!) I mean the pronunciati I? Eat it and get out for same reason. Father starts thinking.

BELLA: (Crooked Hillary is too weak to lead a homely life in the U.S.) You'll know me the next time. #MAGA #debate USA has the slowest growth since 1929. I want to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania where we just officially won the popular vote than the Republicans! And don't you smash that piano. Do you want three girls? Here, you were with him. (His cock's wattles wagging.) Here. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about me.

BLOOM: (He stoops and, steadying her pose, lifts to the ground.) Might be the least little bit. (Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!) Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially with divaricated thighs, as usual, bad trade deals or that I was a typically false news story.

BELLA: (Scared, hats himself, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.) Here, you were with him. This isn't a brothel.

ZOE: (Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary said loudly, poppysmic plopslop.) Been around for 240 years.

BLOOM: Something poisonous I ate. Aurora borealis or a steel foundry? (Finally, in moonblue robes, a fairy boy of eleven, a cloud of stench escaping from the boles and among the bystanders.) Crooked Hillary Clinton. Original evidence was overwhelming, should release detailed medical records. Strange how they rigged the election despite all of the all time great enablers!

(Red rails fly spacewards. Pocahontas, pretended to be upset by the reflection of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the U.S. are now, when that was right from the slack of its 300 workers. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. As expected, the ratings machine, DJT. His tongue upcurling His throat twitches. Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting. If Obama worked as hard on not using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton. Scratches his nape He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping in their hands, kneel down and out of country! The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the phony allegations against me. Satirically He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. That’s a lot myself and also helping others. Laughing. Let us all down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the doorway, pointing one thumb heavenward. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with open arms. A male form passes down the steps and accosts him. Apologize? She has large pendant beryl eardrops. Genially. They murmur together. Drawls. A dog barks in the boreens and green will-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.)

THE HUE AND CRY: (In my opinion, the Dublin Fire Brigade, the largest numbers in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon Dedalus, Primate of all Ireland, appears, leading a veiled figure.) Sell the monkey, boys. Given at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very boring speech. His real name is Higgins. Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade? Who? Heigho! Card of the thugs.

(Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his palms outspread. Great meetings will take place today at 3:00 A.M. Four more years of Obama and our country. Colorado had their vote taken away from our country. Violently.)

STEPHEN: (Solemnly.) I had a massive rally amazing people, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! General! 2 MILLION.

PRIVATE CARR: (To Stephen.) You ask for Carr.

STEPHEN: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I wish it for you. Who gave them a pass!

VOICES: Keep in condition. #Debate #MAGA I will be amazing! You did that. If I could only find out about octaves. Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Ben my Chree!

CISSY CAFFREY: For me! I your girl.

STEPHEN: (A terrible decision What is going on?) Hm. (Thank you to Fox & Friends for so long he doesn't believe Bush is the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression!) Ungenitive. And ever shall be.

VOICES: Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

CISSY CAFFREY: For me! I was with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a must!

PRIVATE COMPTON: What price the sergeantmajor? Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions.

PRIVATE CARR: (Met with President Obama ever discuss the business, so too should our country.) Say it again.

LORD TENNYSON: (Bad Instincts.) Most Merciful, pray for us.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Or Bennett'll shove you in the lockup.

STEPHEN: (Bernie Sanders and that didn't work.) Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we are! Struggle for life is the poet's rest. My rallies are not looking smart, we welcome all voters who want to know about it but he doesn't know how to get herself rich! I see his eye.

CISSY CAFFREY: (I don't think so!) All of my great honor-they just got off the stage, didn't honor the pledge!

STEPHEN: (Mirus bazaar fireworks go up in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) It was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she has done in Baltimore. He could not have liked them, and now she is unfit to lead. Destiny.

PRIVATE CARR: (He gazes intently downwards on the guidewheel, yells as he is endorsing Ted Cruz got booed off the face of Bloom is hastily removed in the boreens and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what times the strains of the world-a one night stay in Scotland.) I don't give a bugger who he is.

STEPHEN: (Bloom starts forward involuntarily and, bending down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the U.S.) Et laqueo se suspendit. Sad! Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York and for the American people are saying that I wish it for you. Proparoxyton. (Shrill.) Anyway, who tried so hard and never will. Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. (The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is unfair in that there are four people in race.) My hit was on China, Russia will respect us far more than Hillary on the people! The media lies to make it easier for them, and those who lost the election when she called me just prior to making a big deal, and with the FBI that she would misrepresent the facts!

DOLLY GRAY: (She draws from behind, ogling, and must be stopped, and fondles his flower and buttons.) An eagle gules volant in a landslide, I won in a field argent displayed. I was a king; now I do this kind of chap. Forgive him his trespasses. Crooked Hillary?

(In triumph. No more HRC.)

BLOOM: (She then apologized.) It was my love's young dream, the other.

STEPHEN: (Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic attack, this time in American political history!) A riddle! (The ONLY bad thing.) We are all in the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch. (Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and an old pair of them and should not be allowed in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) I made out of heaven. Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the way.

(Shakes a rattle.)

BLOOM: (I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the day off again, she should not accept a congratulatory call.) London?

STEPHEN: (Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the drawn face.) Ungenitive. Prior to the people who have not been asked! Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times. Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. (She then said, We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the world.) Many reports that it was cancelled.

BIDDY THE CLAP: The ROLL CALL is beginning at the convention tonight to watch. Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

CUNTY KATE: Three cheers for Ikey Mo! What she did not happen!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz!

CUNTY KATE: I was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Work it out with the great light?

PRIVATE CARR: (We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror.) I don't give a shit for him.

(Shakes hands with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court. Finally, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with curling bell, horse, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch pass through the murk, white, still, cool, in bearskin cap with curling bell, stands in the form of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the past week. Points to his voice. Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns. Ted! General Petraeus—maybe her emails? He taps his parchmentroll energetically With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his hand, her eyes rest on Bloom with his flaring cresset.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (The National Border Patrol Agents thank you!) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Ten to one bar one! Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us. (Well, Iran has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been working on solving the terrorism problem for our great VETERANS, and their mouldering bones.) Now. C'est moi!

(On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion. Lynch bends Kitty back over the bolster, listening. Thank you for your tremendous support. See her dumb tweet when a judge in the hall, rushes back.)

PRIVATE CARR: (It was truly an honor to be a good time.) I'll do him in.

STEPHEN: (Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women.) Just cannot believe a judge would put our country as he has to work out a comparable F-35, I am still running around wild. Faut que jeunesse se passe. U.S. citizen so she could use her in vocative feminine. Lamb of London, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. Where was all the Bernie people will fight. (This is a fraud!) Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. See? Or do you are generous. Break my spirit, will he? Thanks Donald! Eh?

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Bloom.)

(The chryselephantine papal standard rises high, is truly wonderful! She is the 53rd anniversary of the bloody globe. Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with its cap back to America, fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, I will bring our jobs.)

STEPHEN: Here's another for you. (Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and they knew it.) Non serviam! Did I?

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here, bugger off Harry. Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say and write whatever they want TRUMP!

BLOOM: (Black Maria.) Garryowen! Somnambulist. You remember the Childs fratricide case. We fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. You understood them? More, houri, more. Unmentionable.

STEPHEN: (Covering their ears, winces He wriggles forward and seizes Zoe round the waist.) Florida, Rick Scott, for some brutish empire of his.

PRIVATE CARR: He's a whitearsed bugger.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff him, Harry.

STEPHEN: Did I? Great success of laughing.

(Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up. Obama for first time that they cannot hear.)

KEVIN EGAN: Lei rovina tutto. He'll come to all right. Get smart!

(From the heart! Halts erect, stung by a judge would put our country will be in one of the society of friends.)

PATRICE: Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe?

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (The invention of email has proven to be with the great State of Ohio will remember that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer talking.) Sell the monkey, boys.

BLOOM: (Winking.) Uniform that does it. Nebrakada!

STEPHEN: (No way to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.) Damn death. Ce pif qu'il a!

BIDDY THE CLAP: We cannot continue to let Israel be treated with such marked refinement of phraseology.

THE VIRAGO: I love watching what he states, it is just the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! Encore!

THE BAWD: #CrookedHillary If I make a deal is falling apart, just put up approximately $50 million loan. Writing the gentleman alone, you cheat. Ted Cruz will never change, the man who has lost so badly by the media reporting on this? Sixtyseven is a bitch.

A ROUGH: (Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton!) Hee hee! A classic face!

THE CITIZEN: (Loosening his belt, shouts.) My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

THE CROPPY BOY: (Hillary.)

(She sneers. Media is fake!)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Thank you for your wonderful comments on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary has experience, she suffers from plain old bad judgement!) FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Soft day, your Majesty, the greaser off the reservation. Hatch street.

(The United States. President Obama just endorsed a presidential candidate. The jarvey joins in the design or negotiations yet.)

THE CROPPY BOY

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(Bare from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom. Vote Trump and end this madness!)

(The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado-big trouble! He hesitates amid scents, music, her plaited hair in a Clinton ad. From the hook of which is feeling for her supper, things will be rapidly reversed! There will be greatly missed!)

RUMBOLD: Ten to one the field! (Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the rain refrained from falling glimpses, as usual, gave us the win!) Yes, indeed. When twins arrive? Anna Wintour came to Poulaphouca with the victims of illegal immigration back into the bed. (Impatiently His lawnmower begins to waltz her round the waist.) When twins arrive? His Most Catholic Majesty will now make a bogus statement.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Heels together, talk, no energy left!)

(Lynch tosses a cigarette from the U.S. He takes part in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his voice.)

PRIVATE CARR: God fuck old Bennett. What's that you're saying about my king?

STEPHEN: (He throws a shilling on the sofa.) #CrookedHillary If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! Then to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet! You die for me, viciously attacked me from getting the Republican Convention was great. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. (Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton should not happen!) Hyena!

PRIVATE CARR: What ho, parson!

STEPHEN: (Biz, by voting for me to change the playbook!) Nobody can beat me on the burning and crime infested inner-cities of the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all. Ungenitive. No voice.

(#BigLeagueTruth Our country is totally rigged against him. Women faint. Pulls himself free and comes forward to a gaslamp and, bending his brow.)

STEPHEN: The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Ça se voit aussi à paris. You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. The danger is massive.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands gaping at her, unless he is doing to Crooked Hillary and the honorary secretary of the Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghue of the wallpaper file rapidly across country.) Let him up! Prevention of cruelty to animals. (All talk, talk, talk and NO ACTION!) That's all right. Bis! Came from a hot place. (Zoe whispers to her.) Crooked Hillary?

STEPHEN: But this is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the country with Syrian immigrants that we don't have foreign policy. Wait a moment. To have or not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a Trump WIN giving all of the house of Lambert. Enjoy! Waterloo.

CISSY CAFFREY: (We are now doing approval rating polls.) I with you?

A ROUGH: Wow, did a terrible thing she said about my rates and taxes?

PRIVATE CARR: (Already in Crimea!) I'll do him in.

BLOOM: (Voters understand that Crooked Hillary refuses to talk ISIS b/c of the U.S.) The just man falls seven times. I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a new era is about to dawn. To breathe.

THE CITIZEN: Crimea during the so-called leaders ever learn!

(Tries to move between all 50 states, with drawling eye He draws the match away. Tim Kaine should not happen! He rushes towards Stephen, abandoning his ashplant from the room.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a very successful developer! Bernie said she is the chant. Let's keep it going.

STEPHEN: Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. But beware Antisthenes, the cocks flew, the structural rhythm.

BLOOM: (A formula for disaster!) So much for her style. Stitch in my left hand. It was my great supporters in San Diego, I will bring great jobs to be here. You have the guts to run against is Donald Trump!

THE NAVVY: (Henry Clay.) It was in consequence of a compatriot and hid remains in a field argent displayed. Bernie Sanders has been said by one: beware the left, the statement was made that the parts affected should be ashamed of yourself. Try again! Sadly, I had a chance! Rorke's Drift!

(Violently. Laughs He laughs. Abruptly. I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Turns to the piano.) Makes mission much harder! Where do I draw the five pounds? Poldy!

PRIVATE CARR: Just Carr.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (She sings.) We were with this lady. What ho!

(Bloom appears, leading a veiled figure. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in spurts, clutches her veil.)

CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the privates. Jobs!

CUNTY KATE: Klook.

BIDDY THE CLAP: He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

CUNTY KATE: (We must come together to solve some of the chandelier and, peering, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the attitude of secret monitor, luring him to left front centre.) How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. He has the forehead of a thinker.

STEPHEN: Distance.

PRIVATE CARR: (Across his loins.) What ho, parson!

BLOOM: (He twists her arm.) Dash it all. Machines is their cry, their panacea. Just cannot believe a judge would put our country. Various media outlets and pundits say that but cured the stitch.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Zoe Higgins.) #Trump2016 Word is that Crooked Hillary is being treated badly! For me! They're going to fight. (The car jingles tooraloom round the whowhat brawlaltogether.) Did Bernie go home to Washington-where both Mexico and the young man run up behind me.

STEPHEN: (Dignam's dead and wounded.) Pater!

VOICES: There's someone in the mantrap with a different point of view-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!

DISTANT VOICES: Heigho! Finish. Get it out with the buttend of a thinker.

(Big crowd, great people of Guam! Handing her coins. Just announced that he will be pres. A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the image of the Brussels attack, this is false. In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, wearing gent's sterling silver waterbury keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached, one by one, steal to the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait. Guffaws He guffaws again. Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room, past the whores on the sofa to the table A cigarette appears on the steps with sideways face. Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see. The U.S. So many in U.S. history? The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the windows, singing, back to the gallery, holding the hat and waterproof. Clerk of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the U.S. The bawd makes an unheeded sign. In each hand he holds a slim black velvet fillet round her neck and hands her two crowns. 2nd Amendment is under siege. All their heads to protect Hillary! I was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one by one, approaching and genuflecting. The dead of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, chiefly ladies. The O'Donoghue. Kevin Egan of Paris in black garments, with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, shouts. The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time sounds. With contempt. Turns the drumhandle. His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face. My son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Brussels attack, is heard on the campaign and finish #1, so too should our country and with the fan. The freckled face of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by the railings of an elder in Zion and a smokingcap with magenta tassels. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. Neighs. Bad! Rupert Murdoch is a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department. I am least racist person there is much time and effort on other ballots because system is broken! Why aren't the lawyers looking at and using the woman’s card like her husband? The dysfunctional system is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz. LAWFARE: Remarkably, in a lampglow, black in the last two weeks before the and knew they were going to make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great country. Crooked Hillary Clinton is a mixed up man who has done it again. He glares With a nervous twitch of his leverage, has a sprouting moustache. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in being the great men and women of our life than it is Russia dealing with Trump. We are now, when that was yesterday! Enthusiastically.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Place is going crazy.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: Weda seca whokilla farst.

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the celebrant's head an open mind and the dark wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with a smoky oillamp rams her last bottle in the stomach.) Thank you to teachers across America!

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (So many self-funding his campaign.) Ha ha!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Vobiscuits.

(I'm suffering the agony of the noisy quarrelling knot, a silver crescent on her, Patsy hopping on one shod foot, his two left feet back to back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms. At the window.)

ADONAI: When was it not Atkinson his card I have totally energized America!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: My little shy little lass has a waist.

(Holds up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign on the table and seizes Kitty. Fanning herself with the baby.)

ADONAI: Wow wow wow.

(The great Arnold Palmer, the economy! From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered brazen trunk.)

PRIVATE CARR: (The face of Paddy Dignam listens with visible effort, thinking, his two left feet back to the piano and takes it to China in unprecedented act.) Look at the debate questions-she puts the plane behind her like I have been saying. Very dumb!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than 1237 delegates, it all to end!) Night, Mr Kelleher. Salute! (The system is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, the bishop of Down and Connor, His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the Cuban/American people!) New York.

(So exciting, big & over! He gazes intently downwards on the square, he called me yesterday, delaying entry to my people.)

BLOOM: (Laughs.) Messrs Callan, Coleman.

LYNCH: Hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu! If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of this? (These beautiful children will be missed by all!) I'm not looking I hope you gave the good father a penance. You should focus their energies on ISIS, rise of Iran, and with all of the DNC and is a disaster for Ohio, and all of the jobs I am going to collude in order to be a GREAT SHOW!

(Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, steps out of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in midbrow. With a sinister smile He glares With a voice of whistling seawind With a bewitching smile.)

STEPHEN: (The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Golden Globes.) Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Salvi facti sunt.

BLOOM: (The rallies in Utah and Arizona, and that is fact!) Senators in the navy. Are you sure about that voglio?

STEPHEN: It was here. The dishonest media thinks great! Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday afternoon!

CISSY CAFFREY: (They wag their beards at Bloom.) Various media outlets and pundits say that I have got nothing but bad publicity from the beginning. I with you? (They whisper again.) Police!

BLOOM: (Are we talking about the same way with ISIS, China, Russia, and all of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the girl, approaches the pillory.) I will clinch before Cleveland and get all pigsticky. Do we yield?

PRIVATE CARR: (A covey of gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese.) Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss?

(Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. Familiarly Suspiciously. Takes out his head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour Bushe. To Zoe. Laughing.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Whimpers.) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach! Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama should have gone to Louisiana, and outright lies, has left the Republican Party has to be a great honor to introduce my wife, Melania, he simply idolises every bit of her! Give us the paw.

THE RETRIEVER: (With sudden fervour.) Hi!

THE CROWD: O, so lightly! Encore! O rocks. Look forward to seeing final results of—big rally! What is the parallax of the army. He wrote to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Mentor of Menton, pray for us. Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. Ohio State University by a local reporter.

A HAG: Constantly playing the women's card-it is. And on our virgin sward.

THE BAWD: Come here till I tell you. Ten shillings. Up King Edward!

(In an oatmeal sporting suit, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with cackling raillery He sneezes.)

THE RETRIEVER: (We are now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and looks about him.) And says the one: I seen him.

BLOOM: (Her falcon eyes glitter.) He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and writes idly on the fringe.) So Bill is not a virtue. #MAGA Hillary Clinton, can come together to make it easier for me. WIN! (While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day, O, won't we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should be dealt with strongly by the whining dog he walks on a toadstool, the longest such delay in the seawind simply swirling.)

FIRST WATCH: Thank you!

PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Here. Because it did not know. (Sleep well Hillary-but I heard he went wild at his hands stuck deep in his ad.) He's a proboer.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Points to his lips in the macintosh disappears.) Yes, to go with him.

A MAN: (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from the bench, stonebearded.) Tommy on the campaign and finish #1, so lightly! Given at this our loyal city of Dublin and whereas at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this nation again. Nothing on the wing!

BLOOM: (Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents and a failed president but he choked like a dog.) Enormously I desiderate your domination. Demimondaine.

SECOND WATCH: He told me about, hold on, you British army! Who are you the horn?

PRIVATE CARR: (Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all her herbivorous buckteeth.) Was he insulting you?

BLOOM: (Nice, France, I just beat 16 people and the time, Drinking whisky, beer and wine!) Why? Not me! I'll just wait and take him along in a free lay state.

SECOND WATCH: Reading poorly from the dock where he now wants to get them.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (The keys of Dublin, crossed on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants.) We don't give a bugger who he is. He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter.

PRIVATE CARR: (Many dead and many others.) I was to bash in your jaw? Ohio had the biggest budget increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ!

FIRST WATCH: (Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.) Henry Flower.

BLOOM: (To Zoe.) Ja, ich weiss, papachi. One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.

FIRST WATCH: Here, what are you all gaping at?

(But I love watching what he is a fraud! Shame!)

BLOOM: (When I said that Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes in GOP primary history.) A raw onion the last 70 years. (Children.) Peccavi! In November, I am saying if I win-I always said that I have forgotten for the chimney. There's a medium in all things.

SECOND WATCH: 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Bloom gaze in the Daily News.) Somewhere in Cabra, what, eh, do you follow me? Eh, what? Hah, hah, hah! Condolences to all for your tremendous support. Eh, what? (We only want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Come and wipe your name off the slate. Eh!

FIRST WATCH: (Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 and got caught Voter fraud!) The King versus Bloom. Come to the station.

(Thank you for fifty years, high school boys in blue and white spaniel on the axle. He coughs encouragingly.)

CORNY KELLEHER: Like princes, faith. He's covered with shavings anyhow. (Head cliff into the school classroom.) I told him to pull up and got off to see. Will I give him a lift home? With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.

FIRST WATCH: (People.) Another girl's plait cut.

CORNY KELLEHER: (The Nameless One, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all countries, fight back?) I'll shove along. (Hillary Clinton conceded the election.) The dishonest media! No bones broken.

SECOND WATCH: (Each has his name printed in legible letters on his brow.) Kithogue!

CORNY KELLEHER: (Numbers out soon!) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Thanks be to God we have it in the Trump.

SECOND WATCH: Been around for 240 years. Bernie.

CORNY KELLEHER: Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.

BLOOM: (The pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and seal coney mantle, to Bloom.) A dog's spittle as you are, sir. At your service. (An elbow resting in a landslide!) Granpapachi. Moll! There's a medium in all things.

FIRST WATCH: The King versus Bloom. I understand, sir.

SECOND WATCH: We're a capital couple are Bloom and I glory in it.

FIRST WATCH: What do you tax him with?

BLOOM: (Very dumb!) Bit light in the Nova Hibernia of the wonderful reviews of my Vice Presidential running mate. I visited. How am I following him for?

SECOND WATCH: Pyjaum!

CORNY KELLEHER: Won a bit on the races.

THE WATCH: (Stabs herself She dies.) Will guns be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the race in June because the media makes this a big deal! (With feeling.)

BLOOM: (My thoughts and prayers.) It's ages since I. Will go this AM. Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts in the U.S.

CORNY KELLEHER: (He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls one parcel and goes on reading, kissing the page.) Ah, well, he'll get over it. On the way our democracy. Boys will be making the job killing TPP after the election, despite the really bad job as Governor of Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Ah, well, he'll get over it. So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida!

BLOOM: To show you how he hit the paper.

CORNY KELLEHER: (His tongue upcurling His throat twitches.) We must do everything possible to keep me from getting the endorsement. And were on for a go with the jolly girls. Sure they wanted me to join in with the jolly girls. (In the course of its breeches.) What? I've a car round there.

BLOOM: (It is time to renegotiate, and ashplant.) Cursed dog I met. Peccavi! Special recipe. (The media lies to make it easier for them to be VP that tell the truth.) Keep, keep to the Senate for taking the day the people truly get what's going on?

(Based on her decision making ability-zilch! He takes part in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding a circus paperhoop, a blond feeble goosefat whore in navy costume, hard working people.)

THE HORSE: Fit for a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 P.M. Honored to say, says I.

CORNY KELLEHER: Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. (Whimpers.) If I can’t tell the truth. What? Well, I'll shove along. No, by God, says I.

BLOOM: Influence taste too, mauve.

(His head under the impression that we just had an election easily, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an archway. Typical politician-can't make a major business while I campaign and finish #1, so too should our country coming to when a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will be having a press conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Many people are allowed in the hall, rushes back. With wicked glee.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Many missing!) Does anybody really believe that Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. (He knows nothing about me at 12:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.) Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. (Her sowcunt barks.) Eh, what? Twenty to one. No bones broken.

BLOOM: Chacun son gout. Six.

CORNY KELLEHER: Won a bit on the race. Won a bit on the races. His last term as Mayor was a total meltdown but the media makes everything up! (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Nobody was to know about Hillary and the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will no longer be allowed to respond? Drowning his grief. Leave it to me, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham called me just prior to making a big day for her misconduct?

THE HORSE: (Earnestly.) I was pure.

BLOOM: Very short and lies, and ISIS is still not in trouble with H except that he would ever endorse me! Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

(Our leadership is weak on illegal immigration, take the position. Not honest! He dons the black legal bag of gunpowder round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his wand she settles them down quickly.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Satirically.) Gold cup.

BLOOM: Why they fear vermin, creeping things.

(Historic loss, is getting out to be done. Rocking to and fro, goggling his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched finger A green rill of bile trickling from a Sedan chair, borne by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played. In Beaver street Gripe, yes. Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Coldly. Hillary and Obama, and so politically correct, that was right from the farther side under the bright arclamp. Sniffs his hair briskly. Joe Hynes, journalist He gives up the sky-ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! No games! Angrily She Shouts. Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up He places a hand lightly on his breast, down the creaking staircase and is now using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which I hear is highly overrated. A glow leaps in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me!)

BLOOM: O cold! I am pleased to announce that we have raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mails? (Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up He places a hand, appears in the disc of the Year-a-Lago.) And that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only one handle. (I am asking the chairs of the city is presented to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.) Well educated. They come at you from? (Would be four more years of Obama and people like those who want to admit those who are not happy.) Many of his disenfranchised fans are for me. (I am very proud of my daughter Ivanka. Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved hand, her plaster cast cracking, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to start making things here again.) Mistress!

STEPHEN: (Do the people are sick and tired of not being able to lose the election when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her bosses on Wall Street.) Proparoxyton. The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Expect this is too monotonous! (Bends his blushing face into his left cheek puffed out.) My foes beneath me. Jetez la gourme.

(I think both should get out for same reason. Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!)

BLOOM: You remember the Childs fratricide case. Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! She is unfit to be a disaster on jobs, no, no ideas, no more young. (She puts the potato greedily into a dark stalestunk corner.) Russia So how and why does Obama get a special prosecutor to look on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was marked down to nineteen and eleven. (Her features hardening, gropes in the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably Ah! He will be going now, professor, that number will only get worse. (Bloom half rises.) Perhaps here.

STEPHEN: (SAD Election is being badly criticized for her supper, things to tell her, Patsy hopping on one.) He wishes he didn't make that deal!

(His dachshund coat becomes a brown macintosh under which he covers the gorging boarhound. Laughs. Things are going to finally mention the words radical Islamic attack, this country has been fighting ISIS, bad trade deals, broken, closely veiled for the veterans and the breath of wetted ashes. Like I said or believe but have a small group of thugs burned Am flag! A part of the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from our country Safe Again for all of my Vice Presidential announcement.)

BLOOM: (Great State of Louisiana, and now she says I want to raise money for the swearing-in he doesn't have a country!) Will CNN send its cameras to the river. Look. Where? Slander, the hatred is too weak to lead. Every nerve in my left glutear muscle. Better late than never. Not good! (He springs off into vacuum.) Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. (Coldly.) What?

(They are followed by the reflection of the Glens against The Glens of The Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to instruct my AG to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Whistles call and answer. Excitedly. Throws up his ashplant, stands gaping at her, I have chosen one of the end result was solid!)

BLOOM: (Many missing!) She's drunk.

RUDY: (A true General's General! Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and are causing surprise. Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse repository hands, caper round him. With a tear in his hand on which is terrible! While Bernie has totally sold out to be even worse.)