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kiss-me-cill-me · 9 months ago

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@red-riding-wood Red, I am so sorry it's taken me ages to read this!

Neil being a wet paper towel, so just Neil being Neil slight dom but mostly sub!Neil because c'mon guys it's NEIL

Not me quoting the fucking warnings lmao 😂 But you literally already had me kicking my feet with these, so here we are.

This fic was exactly what I needed after a long week. Just Neil being the biggest simp known to mankind. It energizes me beyond compare. Pathetic Neil is not a want, but an indisputable need.

Instinctively, you found yourself leaning into his touch, trembling against the warmth of his body.

His other hand came to rest on your knee, hot as fire in the cold of night.

I'm grouping these two quotes together, because I want to talk about how much I adore your use of juxtaposition. If somebody ever asked me to describe the greatest strengths in your writing, this would be VERY high on the list. (*Katy Perry's "Hot N Cold" plays distantly in the background*)

The image of Neil stopping to put on cologne in his rush to leave the house fucking sent me 😂 Because he would. Also the image of him masturbating to the scent of a fucking candle, because HE WOULD 💀💀 Your characterization of him is so accurate it hurts.

And him fiddling with the hole in her tights while they talked - oh my GOD. I am on my hands and knees, Red. My hands and knees.

He’d started reading poetry lately.

Neil, you are the angsty little wannabe emo boy of my dreams and I love you. (Sorry, Red, that part wasn't for you - that was just for Neil 😜)

Warmth spread across each fevered limb, taking you somewhere past the cold concrete and bitter chill of the wind, somewhere away from the graffiti-painted alley and the reek of broken booze bottles. Somewhere safe, and warm, and thrilling all at once.

Once again I love the contrast between warmth and cold, but also just the DESCRIPTION. I know I rave about your descriptions in literally every comment I leave, but what can I say? I'm doing it again lol. Clearly, the way you paint a scene would also be very high up on my list of Things I Love About Red's Writing. You utilize all the senses, not just sight, and I really appreciate that because it's something that's so easy to overlook but makes a whole world of difference.

And on a less eloquent note, I almost THREW my laptop across the room when he admitted to what he'd been doing when she called. Yessssss, Neil you pervy bastard 😂 (affectionately lmao)

Also, him suddenly remembering how cold she must be and giving her his jacket was so cuteeeeee. It literally melted me. So I'm afraid I'll have to end things here, because I have been reduced to a puddle on the floor, and puddles can't type.

ihf;DGHfv;zidedfsh (That's puddle talk for "thank you for the meal, Red")

I Want You to Want Me

Pairing: Neil Lewis x F!Reader

Fandom: Watching the Detectives

Summary: Neil receives a frantic call and finds you outside of Gumshoe after a date night gone wrong. Secretly habouring feelings for you ever since the two of you met, he finds you oddly irresistable in your tears and torn fishnets.

Warnings: SMUT, mutual pining, dub-con touching, dryhumping, riding, foreplay, teasing, begging (m), masturbation (m), clothed sex (semi), Neil being a wet paper towel, so just Neil being Neil, pervy Neil, switch!Neil, slight dom but mostly sub!Neil because c'mon guys it's NEIL, slight dom!reader, body worship, public sex (technically?), premature ejaculation (sort of?), angst, some fluff? by my standards anyway lol so take that with a grain of salt -- this ended up being more wholesome than I thought it would be

Inspired by this cover of I Want You To Want Me (the reader's song) and Creep (Neil's song) by Radiohead.

Huge thanks to @your-nanas-house for getting me started with a prompt for this and cheering me on!

Totally nicked the "jock boyfriend" inspo from @cillianmesoftlyyy's fic here; go check that out if you want more spicy Neil content, because it was fantastic!

And thank you and also fuck you to @rysko for dramatically beta reading this in my ear WHILE I WAS TRYING TO MAKE THE HEADER

And now that I'm done thanking every fic writer on tumblr, my parents, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Birds, and Saturn and all of its rings, enjoy your filth!

WC: 4239

He found you outside the back door of Gumshoe, huddled against the concrete step, the cool air of the spring night nipping at the wet tears that streaked your cheeks, the slight breeze stirring a shiver from one fretful limb to the next. The whites of your eyes burned red beneath the faint glow of the lanterns atop the neighbour’s picket fence. It wasn’t exactly the most incognito place to cry your eyes out, but you didn’t have a key to Neil’s store, and it was nearly three in the morning.

“Hey, I got your call. What’s going on?” A familiar voice broke the pitiful sounds of your sobbing, and the tension of your shoulders eased if only slightly at the mere sound.

You tried to answer past your sobs, but found that your words came only in hiccups, in broken fragments of your splintered heart, and it didn’t take long for him to sweep an arm around your shoulders, lowering himself to sit beside you on the cold step. Instinctively, you found yourself leaning into his touch, trembling against the warmth of his body.

Neil was never really great at these sorts of things to begin with, but it certainly didn’t help that his attention was drawn to the low-cut top where a tear streaked down the groove of your breasts, to the fishnets that you’d torn on your way out the door of your boyfriend’s, to the short skirt that rode up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the lace hem of your panties.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, and he tried to keep his eyes on the face you so desperately tried to hide with your trembling fingers, for you were ashamed of your unkempt appearance. You must’ve looked like a cheap whore – a mess of one, no less. You couldn’t tell what was more embarrassing: the way you were dressed, like you were begging for attention, or the way your emotions seized you so cruelly that you could scarcely breathe.

“Hey.” His warm, careful touch landed on your wrist, and as you pulled your fingers from your lashes, they came away black with smudged mascara. “I’m here,” your friend said. “Tell me what happened.”

You could still only speak in hiccups and broken vowels.

“Shhh,” Neil soothed you, fingers running up and down your spine, sending tiny shivers through each nerve as the fabric of your shirt bunched and his skin brushed yours. “Shhh. I’m here.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, your hair spilled in sticky threads over the jacket that, judging by the slight musty scent that lingered in the weave of the corduroy, had probably missed one too many washes. But you didn’t care. You’d come to appreciate the little imperfections about him, the details of his scent that made Neil Neil. Like the waxy tinge that seemed to always cling to his fingers after a long shift of rolling back tapes. Like the silk cream and smoke of the vanilla candle you’d gifted him last week. Like the artificial scent of cheap shaving cream and the slightest hint of blood where he’d nicked himself with the razor. The musk of his sweat and skin, buried beneath all these little things that you’d come to know almost as intimately as your own.

But there was something else, something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. And its unfamiliarity unnerved you.

His other hand came to rest on your knee, hot as fire in the cold of night. He thumbed at the tear in your fishnets and looked at you with bright, concerned eyes, but he used this as an excuse to touch you.

“Did he hurt you?” Neil asked. His hand stayed on your knee. In a way, it felt comforting; it grounded you enough so that, finally, after lulled by the rise and fall of his shoulder and the unique blend of his scent, you could speak.

“Is that cologne?” You wrinkled your nose and drew back to look him in the eye, your tangled hair peeling reluctantly from his corduroy jacket.

A rose blush came upon Neil’s cheeks, and he smiled nervously. He’d been sure to spritz himself with a good helping of it before he left, despite his hurried state. He needed to impress you; ever since you’d started dating that jock from across the street, he’d been trying to find more ways to steal your attention back.

“Yeah, it’s new,” he said, a little flustered, in a way that made your stomach flutter. “I wanted to ask for your opinion on what I should get, but you – well…” His voice cracked a bit as a hint of sadness crept into his tone. “… you’ve been pretty busy lately.”

“It’s awful,” you told him, laughing slightly, and your words seemed to cheer him up; his lips tugged into that playful grin of his again, and a deep chuckle rumbled from his throat.

And then you both fell into silence, and he looked back to your knee, still thumbing the skin where the fabric had torn.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Neil said.

You swallowed, another lump forming in your throat, and when you looked at him, bottom lip in your teeth, reddened eyes pouting, rimmed by your messed mascara, his heart sped in his chest in both fear and arousal. The thought of James even touching you boiled his blood, made his skin crawl and tightened a noose round his neck, but seeing you like this, baring your soul to him with those tear-brimmed eyes and mournfully upturned brows, it made him want you even more.

If he’d been the one to take you out tonight, he would’ve brought you home to his bed, worshipped each inch of your hallowed skin and made love to you like you were the only woman in the world, splayed his fingers across your thighs and parted them like a sea, dropped to his knees and prayed with the hungered strokes of his tongue and lapped at your holy waters.

He’d started reading poetry lately. It had felt right; it was the only thing that seemed to express just how he felt about you. Echoed the words in private like they were gospel; chanted your name from desperate lips as he palmed himself each night – and morning – to your photographs, to the vanilla of the candle that reminded him so much of you, to the fantasy of your sweat-slicked thighs wrapped around his waist, your walls clenched around him as he bucked his hips against your weight and finally let himself go, spilling himself inside you and hearing you moan so sweetly for him from those heavenly lips, feeling his own cum dampen his stomach as you collapsed over him. He always knew you’d be so tight, that you’d fit so perfect around him.

But sitting here, staring at your shivering, impotent form in your torn fishnets and your skimpy attire, he could barely contain the urge to tear open your knees and fuck you against the concrete. It had been so long since he’d even been this close to you; James took up all of your time nowadays, and gone were the late movie nights and stolen games of basketball on the breaks he took so liberally.

He missed you. So much.

And you knew it. You knew it, deep in your chest where the remnants of your heart twisted, still hearing the words, “You’ve been pretty busy lately.”

You shook your head, choking out another sob as shame crept along your skin, and you shivered at its grotesque touch. “No, he didn’t hurt me… not – not in that way.”

You couldn’t look at him; his pearlescent blue eyes and his sun-kissed freckles and his boyish brown locks all fading into memory as you buried your face in his chest, inhaling once more the faint scent of his laundry detergent and the musk of him beneath the shirt that was flipped inside-out but still outlined the blatant logo of Back to the Future. Whether he hadn’t realised he’d put it on backwards or he’d been shy about it, you couldn’t be sure, but it lightened your heart all the same, your sobs turning to giggles.

Neil pulled you closer, his chin resting along the nape of your neck and his hand running up your thigh; you barely noticed how near his hand was to your panties as you tugged at his shirt, nails sinking past the fabric as if to keep him and never let him go.

You regretted all that time you’d spent with James, when you should have been spending it with him instead. Everything felt so much easier with him; your smiles were broader, your laughter more carefree.

But you wanted more – selfish and lovesick, you wanted more than what he already gave you. You needed more than his attention and his friendship.

You needed him to want you.

“I thought that…” You sniffled. “… I thought that James wanted me. I dressed up all… nice… fucking whorish… and I thought tonight was finally the night and that he would’ve… that he would’ve…”

The words twisted in your throat, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Two hours ago, when you did up your makeup and clothes for your date with James, you’d felt sexy. Powerful, even.

Now, you just felt worthless.

Neil nestled his nose in the crook of your neck, brushed the silk strands of your hair aside, breathed your scent in so deeply that for a moment, the butterflies came back to the pit of your stomach.

“I just want to be wanted,” you admitted, losing it, sobbing uncontrollably into the now-damp shirt that clung to his thin frame. “I just want to be desired. That was the only reason I was with him, Neil. The way he looked at me that day when he came into the store, I…”

With a bitter pang in his chest, Neil remembered that day. The way James had looked at you like you were a piece of meat. The way he’d asked you if had any recommendations on which sports film he should rent and Neil had practically wedged himself between the two of you and started chattering to James about every little piece of trivia he knew about Chariots of Fire and Rocky. How, despite his efforts, James had still gone home with your number as well as the tapes. How you’d come in the next morning with a hickey on your neck and Neil had just known that where James had paused one of the tapes was when your movie night was likely cut short by… things he’d rather not think about ever again.

It should’ve been his couch you’d been curled up on, should’ve been him watching the movie with you. His mark on your neck.

And he would’ve picked something a little more fitting for the mood, too. Something more like Casablanca or Sin City. It was as if James didn’t even have to try to get you drooling over him. What was so special about him, anyway?

I wish I was special, Neil thought.

Neil’s grip on you tightened at the memory, nails digging in to the flesh of your thigh in a way that stirred a little gasp from your lungs, huffing against his collarbone as you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Y/N.” His breath caught in his throat, and he reluctantly pulled from your neck to look you in the eye, locks of messy hair falling across his forehead and his eyes half-lidded. His fingers ghosted up your thigh, and you blinked past the sharp mint of his mouthwash – it burned your eyes slightly, but you didn’t care. You were so close to him, your breaths became one, a few threads of his hair tickling your cheeks and his nose brushing yours.

“Neil,” you breathed, the slightest of smiles tugging at your lip as your heart thudded between your legs, dangerously close to his fingers. Warmth spread across each fevered limb, taking you somewhere past the cold concrete and bitter chill of the wind, somewhere away from the graffiti-painted alley and the reek of broken booze bottles. Somewhere safe, and warm, and thrilling all at once.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Neil’s voice cracked around the words, a nervous laugh huffing against your fluttering lashes as his freckled cheeks darkened another shade of red. The hand that wasn’t between your legs played with a lock of your hair, twirling it in his finger but still supporting you beneath a quivering arm.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t believe this was real.

He had to have been playing some sick joke, right?

But the whimper that fell from his lips was very real, as his nails dug into your flesh again and he tugged you closer, his hips arching upward against your outer thigh.

“You look more than nice. You’re so fucking hot in this skirt, in anything you wear. That asshole is fucking blind,” he breathed, fingers grazing your panties and landing over your hipbone, testing the waters more and more as he tried not to rock his growing arousal too obviously against you.

But you noticed. You noticed the way his cock hardened and twitched beneath your weight; you noticed how even despite his body trembling from his attempts to resist his primal urges, his hips still gave little bucks upward, seeking friction. Seeking the heat that flared between your thighs, that ached for him so desperately that it was all you could do not to return the favour.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Staring into those gorgeous, bright eyes. Looking up at him with anything but innocence. So he scooped both hands around your ass, squeezing the flesh and lace and tugging you properly onto his lap with an alluring squeal tearing from your full lips.

“I want you, Y/N.” His hot breath pooled at your collarbone as he trailed wet, sloppy kisses along your jaw, your neck, and your lips parted in another gasp, back arching and thighs clenching around his waist as you ground wet panties against the bulge in his trousers.

“I fucking need you,” he whined, nipping like a needy puppy at the delicate skin of your neck. “Always have.” Another kiss. “Ever since I first saw you. Long before James.” A possessive growl stirred from his throat at that, the flare of dominance sending a jolt through your core.

“Neil, I – oh my God.” A moan broke your words as his fingers moved up your spine and his teeth grazed your collarbone, hovering over your pulse point.

“Fuck, baby. Say that again. Just like that.” His fingers began rolling your shirt up over the lip of your breasts, the sight enough to make him whine again in need. He couldn’t help himself from groping you, squeezing your breasts and rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Bending his neck to trail more sloppy kisses down your torso, they were his next destination.

“Oh my – Neil. Neil, I – “ You had so much to tell him, so much you needed off your chest, but his hips bucked sharply against you at the sound of his name moaned so beautifully, a low groan in his throat and his cock digging slightly inside your heat, the fabric of your panties scraping almost painfully against your walls.

“Please, Y/N, please don’t make me stop. Please let me keep touching you like this. I wanna worship you.” His hot breath shattered against a pert nipple. “Wanna fucking prove to you how much I want you.”

For a few moments, you were rendered speechless, mind whirring like the wheels on a VHS. Everything was happening so fast, and the warmth of his touch was seeping into you like honey, inundating you in a sort of comforting flame.

He could almost smell the vanilla of the candle wick burning.

You left nail marks down his chest where you clawed at the collar of his shirt, but he didn’t care. He sucked a nipple past his teeth and moaned around the taste of you, the sound so filthy that your eyes nearly rolled back in your skull as your parted lips tipped to the heavens. His name outlined by their perfect shape.

Reality came crashing down around you as you jumped, another squeal leaving your tongue as his teeth bit at your nipple and pain shot along your nerve endings.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, chest heaving, looking up at you with reverent eyes. “I didn’t mean to, I – “

You cupped his chin in your palm and shook your head. “No, Neil. I’m sorry.” A tear streaked down your cheek, beaded on your jawline. “I’m so, so sorry.” You were beginning to sob again, and his brow furrowed in concern, thumb beginning to trace small circles along your spine. “I’m sorry I abandoned you for James, I didn’t… I shouldn’t have. I didn’t know you felt this way, I – I’m so sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he told you, his words sinking into your skin like a warm tide. With one hand, he brushed the tear from your jaw and wove his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer. “Just let me keep touching you. Please.”

When you didn’t respond for a moment, caught up in the way his blue eyes seemed to hollow with a certain hunger, the way his chest rose and fell beneath the bare flesh of your stomach, he uttered that word again:

“Please.”

You smiled, elated and giddy with joy, blood pounding with arousal, and kissed him, threading your own fingers into the fluffy locks of his hair.

Another tear streaked across your lips as they met his, and you tasted like salt and vanilla, slightly waxy from your chap-stick but the sweetest thing he’d tasted nonetheless. At first, he was embarrassed by the noises he made, the way he’d accidentally called you “baby” because he’d always wanted to do so, but he melted beneath you like butter. Nothing mattered anymore except the fact that you were finally his, that you were in his arms and grinding against his cock.

Neil broke the kiss to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside somewhere on the concrete – he would buy you a new one. His hands flattened against your back and pulled you flush to his chest, taking any excuse he could to hear that little squeal you made each time.

“Please, baby, please let me be inside you,” he whined, biting his lip as he stared up at you with those powder-blue eyes. Nails dug into your skin. Hips bucked against yours.

Your heart soared with his words, his worship, his want; you’d never been this ecstatic in your whole life. Part of you wanted to keep teasing him, make him beg, while another part of you ached to feel him buried to the hilt inside you.

“Patience, Neil,” you giggled, as you undid his trousers. You worked them down to his knees and your eyes widened as your hand brushed his cock, bare and springing flush against his stomach. You hadn’t expected him to not wear boxers.

Neil smiled sheepishly up at you, eyes still lidded, mouth still panting out a fevered breath. “I was in a rush getting dressed. I…” His cheeks reddened, and there was something so cute about how pathetic he looked in that moment. “You wanna know how much I want you, Y/N? I was touching myself thinking of you when you called.”

Creep, some voice in the back of his head hissed.

You bit your lip to suppress a moan, trying to ward off thoughts of Neil stroking himself to you, finishing to the thought of you. Oh, how you wished you could have witnessed the sight.

“Did you come?” you asked, a devious grin pulling at your lips as you took him in your hand, massaging a bead of pre-cum into his sensitive flesh.

His eyes fluttered, and he shook his head, his words coming out as a breathy whine,

“No, I promise. I didn’t come. Not yet.”

“Will you?” You dipped your head to let your words tickle his neck, your grip on him tightening.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes, yes, oh God, I will. Fuck, baby. Fuck, gonna come if you don’t stop that, need to come inside you, please, please…”

His mutterings trailed off into a low hiss of a whine, and your movements stilled, dragging him to his peak and letting him teeter at the edge as you both caught your breaths, chest heaving and a cold chill racing down your sweat-slicked back, thighs trembling around him.

“You sure you can handle this?” you purred against his ear before pulling back once more to witness the shivering mess you’d made him, priding yourself in your accomplishment. Lining his cock up with your entrance, the fabric of your panties scraped his tip teasingly as you slotted them to the side.

Neil looked up at you like you were some kind of goddess, his breathing coming laboured, his throat stripped of words. The dazed, blissful look he gave you was all the answer you needed. But you wanted to reap him of every last praise he had.

“Use your words, Neil,” you giggled, smirking.

“Ah…” His lips parted, near soundless. You watched intently as they formed the word “Please”.

You almost felt bad for him.

But it wasn’t pity that brought your hips down around him, slowly, teasingly, savouring the stretch of him against your walls and the fullness in your belly, but rather, your own need.

Neil’s head rolled back against the brick wall, blood welling at his lip where he bit it to keep himself from toppling over his peak; he nearly did it to himself when he bucked his hips upward, burying himself inside you, making you whimper at the pain that blended so sordidly with the pleasure. Your fingers tugged at his hair, and your nails grazed his scalp, and every little sensation sent him into overdrive. He used these little things to ground himself, as you had his tangled scents; he focused on how smooth your stomach felt against his own, his shirt hiking up so that you were skin to skin; he focused on the noises you made, huffing and whimpering, as you began to ride him; he focused on the softness of the breast that he cupped in his hand. Tried not to think about how you felt better than he’d imagined, how you clenched so tightly around his cock that he was almost pushed out each time you elevated your hips, but were so wet for him that he slid back inside so seamlessly each time.

“Neil,” you moaned as you fucked yourself on his cock, breast bouncing beneath his thumb, skirt fluttering around the bareness of his thighs. “Neil, fuck. Fuck.”

“Baby, I’m s—sorry. I’m gonna…”

You yelped again as pain shot deep inside your core, his hips bucking against yours with a violence you hadn’t known sweet Neil from the VHS store to possess, bottoming out inside you as his nails dug into the now-abused skin of your back and pulling you close, so close you were panting over his shoulder and his breath shattered against your ear. The hand that had been cupping your breast shot up to cradle your head, petting your hair.

He held you to him so tight, you didn’t think he’d ever let go. And you couldn’t have been happier.

Warmth spilled around his cock, sticky against your thighs, painting your insides white. You shuddered around him, balling his hair into a fist and digging your own, sharper nails, against his back.

“I didn’t mean it to be over so fast,” he mumbled into your neck. “I just… you’re so… fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

“So have I,” you breathed. You practically hugged each other, shivering in the night air but content in each other’s warmth. “Don’t worry.” Pulling away slightly, you smiled down at him, cheeks flushing bright red. “If anything, it… it’s endearing.”

“Really?” he chuffed out a laugh.

“It…” you looked down, unable to meet that crystalline gaze. “It makes me feel wanted.” You pecked a quick kiss to his jaw, and could’ve sworn you saw love in his eyes when you pulled away.

“God, you’re perfect.” His voice broke again as his lips sought yours, and his breath hitched in his chest when the action caused you to rock your hips forward, a new sensation he’d never felt before buzzing along his skin. His mouth hung open and you laid kisses to his lips, his jaw, the Adam’s apple that bobbed along his throat. He felt his cock stiffen again inside you, already eager for Round Two.

“I should take you home,” he murmured, hands running up and down your sides. “You must be so cold.” As if just realising that he still had his jacket on, Neil shrugged it off in haste and wrapped the heavy material around your shoulders. A chill ran down your spine, as the material was damp with sweat – you smiled at how predictably forgettable he was when he had a woman on his lap, just as you’d imagined –, but his scent soothed you.

Though you were cold, it was a small sacrifice to make to stay here, with him buried so deep inside you that you felt dizzy in the head. Depleted of your energy and sinking into his warmth, you smirked, and rested your chin on his shoulder.

“I was thinking of just staying like this a while,” you admitted.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he breathed, hugging you even tighter. “Whatever you want.”

A.N. Sorry if this was a bit rough, guys. I smashed this one out the other day because I was tired of my writer's block.

I actually laid into some themes that I was planning on using for a Dark!Neil fic based on the song "Creep" which I don't know when I'll get around to writing, but let me know if you guys would like to hear more about the idea for the series or are interested.

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uncommon-etc · 2 years ago

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Important distinction for Sandman fans who’ve only watched the show...

Morpheus in the comics:

- 100% dtf

- Nada fell for him so fast she saw him in a dream once and was prepared to give up her kingdom and break the laws of the universe for him, Calliope provides a detailed and totally unprompted description of how of all her many lovers he was the best, Alianora’s very much dead but still thirsting for him, Thessaly hated him at first but very much still wanted to tap that, has such power over the collective unconscious of all sentient beings that he once got laid and gave every conscious lifeform the same sex-dream

- Can change his entire appearance at will to better his chances

- of all the endless, has only ever been out-hoed by Desire

Morpheus in the show:

- Has clearly never known the touch of a woman in his life

- Divorced

- Permanently looks like an 80s twink with full guy-liner or a bedraggled wet cat

- Divorced.

And let me tell you, as someone who grew up rooting for the trainwreck male-leads in nordic crime dramas and thus likes her men as pathetic as possible, I am loving the direction they’re going in. I guess Neil Gaiman has been immersed in fandom long enough to know how to give the people exactly what they want.

(Edit) This got a few more reblogs than I thought and I am very much here for some of the tags, so I just thought I’d add as a caveat; I absolutely ship Dreamling, however, I’m more than willing to believe it’s possible for two guys to have a centuries-old queer platonic relationship where they’ve never done anything more intimate than hold hands. And yes, Tom Sturridge was perfect for the role due to his inexplicable ability to have amazing chemistry with anyone on screen (even if they’re playing his immortal siblings) but also manage to seem asexual af, we need more like him.

Disclaimer: this post has no intention of slut-shaming anyone, least of all Morpheus, it’s merely an appreciation of the discrepancy between his many romantic sub-plots in the comics and his obvious lack of a prominent love-interest in the show. But to those claiming there were only six women in the comics; yes, six that we know of and are explicitly shown. Others are alluded to, or are you calling Mervyn a liar?

#the sandman #sandman comics #neil gaiman #dream of the endless #oneiros x calliope #tom sturridge #netflix sandman #ace representation

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago

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OMG CAN YOU DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W BILLY HARGROVE?

Sure bestie, my favorite trope- hell yeah. This isn't completely proofread since I am sleepy but I think it's pretty good!

Trigger warning with this one: Violence and talk of abuse.

The loud shrill of my phone ringing beside me has me jumping beneath my covers, my crusty eyes cracking open to stare bitterly at the device. With no effort at all, I reach out, grabbing it without hesitation and I hold it to my ear with a huff.

"Who is this and why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" I sigh, rolling onto my back as annoyance riddles my body but the minute I hear a shuddered breath, I pause, a shiver running down my spine. "Hello-"

"It's Max." She mutters, clearing her throat before taking in a shaky breath. My brows pull together even more in confusion at the clarification, her announcement still not answering as to why she could possibly be calling.

I help her occasionally with school, being an older sister-type of friend to her, especially given her shitty excuse for a family. But we got closer through the 'group'- a complication of all of our different moods and personalities bringing unusual friendships out of all of us in the process of saving our town and the world.

"What's up Max?" I ask, sighing quietly into the warm air of my room, my eyes watching my fan spin incessantly on its track and I begin to notice a ticking noise that it's creating- fuck I need to fix that.

"It's Billy- I know you hate him, but I don't know what to do. It's my fault- I went out for a bit and Neil went crazy." Neil? Billy's dad?

I gulp, my mind wracking through different thoughts of what she could possibly mean but, regardless of what it is, I'm out of bed and slipping into a pathetic excuse of an outfit. I'm out the door, telling Max to wait and stay safe, my hands shaking as I sneak quickly past my parents and out into the cooler air.

My gut swims with nausea as I pull up to Max's house, my eyes dragging over the small Suburban house. I would do anything for the redhead, she's like my sister but Billy? Doing anything for Billy was a bit of a stretch outside of my comfort zone.

But for Max?

Anything.

I can see the small girl in the doorway as I shut off my car, my eyes noticing the empty driveway and a sense of relief fills me. I hug my arms tightly around my waist as I adjust the t-shirt that drapes over my body.

"C'mon." She ushers me quickly into the house as I take a deep breath, looking at the glasses that are smashed on the kitchen floor, my lips parting in quiet shock.

"Max, what's going on?" I ask, feeling her tug my arm and drag me past the livingroom and down into another hallway. My brows are pulled tightly together as she sighs and stops in front of a door, her eyes dragging over it anxiously.

"He's gonna be mad- just ignore him." She gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. Her eyes look up into mine with trust- wide and scared- and her eyes flutter shut after a moment. "Neil is a dick and Billy and him push each others buttons. Tonight went too far and there's too much blood- shit- I just need your help. He won't let me near him."

"And you think he'll let me?" I chuckle bitterly, my heart racing in my chest as I think about the state that Billy's in behind this door, if he's crying- broken even. It's difficult to imagine, especially since he's completely insufferable most of the time and arrogant beyond belief.

"You're hot. He appreciates looks- please just do this." She laughs but it's wavering, her smile cracking as I bite nervously at my lip, nodding my head without another word and I allow her to open the door.

Before I'm completely in the room, she shuts the door behind me and the noise startles the man in front of me, Billy's eyes lifting to land on me. His eyes convey confusion but his tight jaw and squared shoulders give off nothing but anger- anger I'm suddenly fearful of.

But before I can be consumed with fear, my eyes spot the bruises littering his cheeks, the dried blood beneath his nose and puffy lips and the hand prints splayed across his neck. He looks physically broken though trying his best to appear as strong as he can be- like a kicked puppy bearing it's teeth to scare away a predator.

"Before you say anything- Max called me, it's almost two in the morning and I drove my ass here." His lips that were previously parted in unspoken words now close at my words, biting his tongue with a bitter scoff. "I am not here for you, I'm here for her and she is scared out of her mind." My shoulders relax after I say my full speech, the words like water flowing from my lips as his eyes track carefully over me.

"If you say a word of this to anyone-"

"My ass is grass- ya, I know." I laugh, walking over to sit down beside him on the bed. He huffs out a breath and lifts the washcloth in his hands to his nose that still bleeds.

"Nice nightgown." He snorts, my eyes rolling in annoyance as he looks over at me, groaning and reaching up to hold his ribs as he laughs. I know the last thing he needs is for someone to baby him, to emasculate him anymore than he's already been tonight- so I go along with the teasing.

"Yeah? Nice shiner." His eyes widen but not in anger, more in the fact that he's impressed, his smile fanning out into a toothy, bloody grin.

"Oof, right for the heart." He gasps, his face twisting up in pain but he doesn't lose his grin, my smile appearing almost before I can stop it. He's much more relaxed when he's vulnerable like this- trying to cover up his insecurities and the truthful sadness of the situation that is his home life.

"You've got one of those?" I ask, genuinely too, and he pauses, his breathing slowing down and lips tugging down a bit. He knows I mean it jokingly to some extent, that I'm trying to take the tension off- but there's sadness behind his tired eyes.

But after a moment or two, he cracks a laugh, his curls falling in his face. "Fuck you." He says warmly, no ounce of malice behind it as his eyes find mine once more. "So, are you gonna nurse me back to health, sweetheart, or just bully me?"

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ritchieblackless · 3 years ago

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Cozy Powell's book is awful.

Thanks to a suggestion by @thespiritofvexation I had the idea to make a post about it.

Is not a secret that I always said Cozy Powell's book is not that good. Everytime I am asked to say an opinion of the book I always say that is the worst biography ever written.

I need to make clear that the book is good in terms of his works through the years but still is a very weal book. Is great for those people who doesn't want or can't do the research that I did.

The lack of information.

One of the things that bothered me the most was the lack of information. I mean, she (Yes, is a woman) she doesn't even talk about the half of the things I talked and posted and shared with you in Tumblr. She does not talk about all the thing about superstition, and even if is not clear, is still a important part of his career. She does not talk about the brief jam with Johnny Winter either. Not about his favorite animal charity where he used to donate. Not about his last sad years.

Look, I am a young adult and when I researched for those things I was still a teenager. She is a full grown woman with two MASTERS in literature and music and she couldn't even write a decent thing.

And I understand that the book was not about his personal life, but sometimes she talks about it and sometimes she doesn't.

Talking about that, there's a passage in the first chapter that made everyone angry. And I mean it, everyone. Denny Ball, Graham Bonnet, Neil Murray, Suzi Quatro, Brian May and some close friends of Cozy who knew him well.

I don't know which of this stupidity should I pick first.

Let's start for the stupid comment that she does "(I use the term real loosely as in, what is real anyway)" Like, what is that? That has nothing to do with the topic she is writing about. She is giving an opinion that nobody asked for and is not the first time she does stupid comments like that, the book is full of them.

Then, his name. What do you mean is unclear? What do you mean conflicting sources? Is not that difficult, why did you make a fuss about his name? She is saying that there are three sources... but is all wrong. His name is Colin Trevor Flooks. Cozy was a nickname and Powell seems to be his adoptive mother maiden's name.

That very first page there, shows you that she didn't make any deep research at all. And it is so easy because in Facebook there is a group that is called "Cozy Powell Appreciation Society" where you can talk to the one and only Denny Ball, some Cozy's VERY close friends since childhood, Neil Murray, the woman who ruled the Cozy's fan club and more amazing people. You can ask them anything and they will be glad to share with you. She obviously didn't do that.

She doesn't even talk about Cozy's parent matter. I know it is a sensitive topic but it's necessary to understand his 'Lonely Wolf' personality.

There was a page on Facebook called "Cozy Powell's Office" and it was ruled by Denny. It showed all the stuff that Cozy had in his office and Denny tells you that ome day he found what it seemed to be a picture of Cozy's biology parents and his mother looked like a Eastern European and his father a very English gentleman.

On that same page there are TWO pictures of baby Cozy that could have been perfect for the book but since he didn't do the proper research, she missed the opportunity.

It wasn't that difficult to do honestly. If you want to do a book and you say that you admire the person that you're writing about, do it well or it will be disrespectful.

The silly and unnecessary comments that make the reading so annoying.

The other things that annoys me the most is that is NOT a respectful book. She is doing all type of comments, leaving her opinion just as if she were writing a Tumblr blog, which is kinda pathetic knowing that she has two master degrees.

Her comments are in brackets.

She never remains impartial, ever. She is always doing that type of comments that , if you understand that I meant by "Tumblr blog" then you will understand why I hate her comments so much. They're unprofessional.

This comment is not in brackets, and I found it really annoying. "BLOODY HELL BARTON CALM DOWN MATE" I mean what the actual fuck? She is supposedly writing a professional biography and then she pops up with this childish-like comment about a bad review of Down To Earth by Rainbow. And she is exaggerating the London accent there. There was no need of such pathetic comment, was it?

And then she keeps going and going. There she points out something so obvious that it really makes me mad. I mean, WHY she had to write "there's a bit of exaggeration, the songs on Rainbow Rising weren't that song but still"? We all know that. I mean she is writing a book for people who knows Cozy alright? Who knows Rainbow and probably listened to the album before reading the book.

And this is the worst... she is just.. ah... how old is she? How mature is she? Not so much I see. ('ScUse My iGnoRanCe thERe peOpLe) I mean if you read Jerry Blossom's book about Ritchie, he is certainly not doing all this type of comments and giving opinions with that stupid way that she has.

I mean she is writing as if the readers could reply her. She is writing as if it were a blog from internet.

And there was another comment about X Factor ?????? But I didn't found it.

The YouTube explanation.

Oh.my.god.

Alright alright. She in the very 5 page, proceed to explain all the YouTube videos from Cozy from the Pop Quiz to the Interview with Don and it's SO annoying because that shows the LACK of ideas or the LACK of information that she had or simply stupidity by thinkingTHAT could be a good material for write.

And is not only that, SHE TRANSCRIBED A BRIAN MAY VIDEO on the book, writing all that he said about Cozy.... but... but????

Just shameful.

Wikipedia enthusiast

By the end of the book she gives you a large list of Cozy's work and appearance on another albums and surprise surprise, IS THE SAME FUCKING LIST AS WIKIPEDIA. And she doesn't even dig more information about his appearances because the wiki's list is also kinda incomplete because Cozy did a lot of session work in the late 80s and most of that is still unknown.

Also, she is HIGHLY inspired by Wikipedia's information.

The other thing is that she copy and pasted all the regards that the people left in Cozy's official website.

I mean, I get it. I get that is the first Cozy Powell book and it allows her to put all that in the book to make it more emotional and everything, but is so lame honestly.

And I am sure there is more but I will have to read the book again and then make a second part of this.

#i don't like that book #there is something that doesn't work for me... something that doesn't fit #maybe is the uncomfortable quantity of quotes of magazines what makes it feel non-professional but i don't know.#cozy powell

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neutron-stars-collision · 4 years ago

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The Art of Inversion

Neil x Reader

Chapter 9 - ‘The Kindest of Kisses Break the Hardest of Hearts”

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 (swear I’ll make a masterlist soon)

Summary: Back in London, you find unexpected help in the form of Ives. But when Neil comes back sparks fly... ✨

Warnings: Swearing.

Author’s Notes: So here’s the chapter I’m incredibly excited about... Suppose I should thank Dior for inspiration in this one. Hope you enjoy this as much as I loved writing the last scene! Please let me know what you think!

You did not remember the last time you were this happy to be back in London. After the mission in Paris was done, Jasper went back to Boston, and you were free to do what you wanted. You contacted TP, told him how the mission went (without certain details), and in return, got told to wait for more information regarding the next steps. By your estimation, it was less than two weeks left till Kiev and the day when the mysterious plan will be set into motion. You were scared.

Ever since that day in Paris when Neil called, you had a difficult time maintaining normal conversation with him. He would message asking about something as mundane as how your day went, and you would only respond with a short sentence. You could not really explain it if asked. It was as though after hearing his voice and letting yourself have that conversation with him, all the doubts came back with a tripled strength. Suddenly you could almost believe Jasper and his harsh words suggesting that you were not important in Neil’s eyes. Maybe he just liked flirting, and you were conveniently there? That sounded rather plausible. Ever since you started naming those thoughts, an ache in your chest was hard to ignore. And so you did the best you could, which in this case meant low-key ghosting Neil and losing yourself in training and work.

Surely with enough time and space, you would get over it (him), right?

That was the state of your mind the day when rather surprising help appeared. You have been back in London for a few days and have not really interacted with anyone. Usually, you would spend two hours in the shooting range and then in a sparring session. After you were done, you would retreat to your room and try to ignore the texts that were still occasionally coming.

“How’s London treating you? Say hello to Anna from me” you glanced at the screen and frowned.

The instant temptation to text back was still there. Only now, it was tainted with much more anxiety and uncertainty.

“It’s alright, rather quiet. I haven’t seen her around though. Maybe she’s moping after you”

Like I am? You sighed and chose to focus on notes from the physics class. You were saved from the study by an unexpected knock on the door. Without thinking, you got up and opened it, only to see Ives standing there with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Hi” you muttered, worried you have forgotten how to behave like a human being.

“Hello, love” he grinned “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“No, I was actually rather bored” you admitted with a sheepish smile.

You heard the distinct buzz of a text message but chose to ignore it. You were slowly getting better at the game.

“That’s terrific because I thought we could have a coffee in the canteen and chat” Ives’ thick cockney accent was somewhat adorable.

And you could definitely do with a distraction.

“I’d love that” you beamed back at him and left the room, locking the door behind you.

As you walked side by side along the corridor, you struggled to say something.

“How did you know I’m here?” finally you settled for a rather easy question.

“I’ve seen you at the shooting range in the morning” he watched you closely for a short moment “You’re fucking amazing, did you know that?”

“Oh no, I’m really not” you felt your face heat up.

“Yeah you are” he playfully nudged you in the side “You could probably teach me a thing or two”.

You glared at him and then quickly considered your options.

“Only if you taught me how not to be knocked out within the first two minutes of the hand in hand combat” you knew you could use help in that department.

“Deal?” Ives stopped and turned to you with an outstretched hand.

“Deal” you shook it with a grin.

Once you made it to the mess hall, you noticed with relief that it was rather quiet. You both made coffee and sat down at the table in the corner. After a few moments of comfortable silence when you sipped your drinks, Ives spoke up:

“What have you been up to?” he was eyeing you curiously.

Even though you barely knew him, you felt at ease. There was no enigma of TP to him or Neil’s intensity. Instead, he was just a friendly bloke with sharp wits.

“Oh you know, shit mission in New York and now even shittier one in Paris” you frowned at the fresh memories “Though I suppose the recent one at least ended with success” you mused.

It was true not all of your missions have ended with a huge fuck up. And that was somewhat encouraging.

“With Jasper?”

“Yeah” your frown deepened, and Ives grinned.

“My condolences. He’s a right pain in the ass”

“Well said” you laughed, finally feeling some of the tension of the last few days dissolve.

But it was not meant to be for long. Before either of you spoke again, you heard your phone buzz. You took it out of the pocket and glanced at the received text. It was him, of course. You grimaced and placed the phone screen down on the table as if to avoid the temptation. All the while you felt Ives’s attentive gaze. He has not missed a thing.

“Neil?” he asked, watching you closely with a neutral face.

“Yeah…” you shrugged, avoiding his stare “I’ll probably sound pathetic… but do you know where he is?”

Once the question was out of your mouth, you felt your cheeks heat up. It was one thing to worry about him daily. Another to actually voice the worries. But Ives did not seem to mind. He quickly considered something before leaning over the table.

“He’s in India, dealing with some sudden disruption. I was there with him in the beginning” at your unspoken question, he added “He’s fine, often said that’s partially thanks to you” he eyed you carefully, and you looked down at the table, flustered.

“It’s more that if I wasn’t there, he wouldn’t even need help in the first place” you mumbled, feeling the guilt gnaw at your heart.

Still, sometimes you kept wondering why on earth had he decided to shield you back in the bar. But any possible answer to the question meant having to assume something about Neil’s intentions. And that was dangerous territory.

“Should I ask?” Ives’ question brought you back to the present moment.

“Better not” you smiled wryly, and he just nodded.

“He wouldn’t shut up about you sometimes, you know” he spoke up again after a short silence, making you look up.

You were not sure you liked the cheeky smirk that appeared on Ives’ face. You were not going to give in.

“He’ll get over it in no time, I’m sure” you feigned nonchalance as you finished your coffee and met his gaze.

“Are you two good?”

You just shrugged. To be frank, you had no clue how to answer that. Was there even such an entity as ‘you two’ when it came to you and Neil?

“Well, whatever is going on, know that I’m ready to slap some sense into him if needed” Ives grinned at you, and you beamed back.

“Appreciated”

The next few minutes passed in companionable silence. That is until your brain rudely decided to suggest another pressing question.

“Is he there… alone?” you cringed as soon as you said it aloud.

No point in trying to sound disinterested…

“Nah, Wheeler stayed with a couple of others” his stare was way too knowing.

You felt a sharp stab of pain in your heart. What even… There was no reason to be jealous. Right? As you were internally debating what the new feelings were supposed to mean, you failed to notice Ives’ grinning at your distress.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous” he was enjoying it way too much.

“What? No, I’m not” you tried to scoff at this insinuation but failed miserably.

“Yeah, you are” that’s how you learnt that Ives had his own version of a shit-eating grin.

Was that a part of the Tenet work application?

“Mate, Neil and Wheeler wouldn’t fuck each other even if I paid them. But I’ve seen the way he looks at you” Ives wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you groaned.

You glared at him, unable to come up with any good response.

“What? I may have only seen you two together once, but it was clear to me that dear Neil is interested. Very much so” he smirked at your wide-eyed stare “But I don’t think that’s in any way news for you” he squinted his eyes as though trying to see right through your soul.

“Please, let’s leave psychoanalysis for another date” you grabbed the phone from the table and looked at him pleadingly.

“Of course” he grinned “When shall we have our first sparring lesson?”

“Tomorrow morning. Be there at 9” you got up “Thanks for the chat”

“Anytime, love” he waved as you left the canteen.

*** Combat lessons with Ives have proven to be a gift from the gods in the days that followed. He would accompany you to the shooting range afterward as well under the pretence of wanting to learn from you. Even though you were sure it was utter bullshit as he could hit the marks as well as you, if not better, you appreciated the sentiment. To say that his help in the sparring sessions meant you have greatly improved would be an overstatement, but certainly, additional tips slowly started to make a difference. All that distraction meant you also spent much less time wondering about Neil’s whereabouts and asking yourself existential questions about your own feelings. That was probably the best outcome of the situation.

Another morning of the sparring session began with you and Ives meeting in the gym as usual.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked as you entered the gym.

“More or less” you grinned, stifling a yawn.

Last night you spent way too much time overthinking the text exchange with Neil. All it took was for him to mention ‘the fun you had in New York’ and then compare it to the recent night undercover. To you, it meant that Jasper was right, and you were just another ‘flirting companion’. And that shit hurt.

“That will have to do then” he tossed a water bottle in your direction, and you caught it easily.

You set it down on the side and the mat and stood facing Ives. After a short warm-up, he began showing you the way of blocking punches aimed at your upper body. While the demonstration always looked easy, once you went onto the practice, you have begun to struggle. After getting a third light punch to the shoulder, you huffed:

“Maybe I should just give up and become a sniper” you rubbed the aching spot.

“That could work” he grinned “Though I’m not sure how Neil would feel about that career change”

“Fuck Neil” you made sure to put up your guard, expecting another punch.

“I see how it is” Ives smirked before he threw a hit towards your other shoulder.

This one you blocked. And the one afterward as well. Slowly, with only a few mistakes, you got the hang of the game. That is until you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat by the door. You both turned to see Anna standing there.

“Y/N, can I speak to you for a moment?” she sent you a fake smile.

Christ…

“Of course”

You looked at Ives with panic in your eyes before you followed her into the corridor. Anna was clearly uncomfortable with having to talk to you, and that did not ease the tension.

“What’s the matter?” you spoke up first, hating the awkwardness of the moment.

“Neil called me yesterday” she paused, and you frowned.

“Yeah?” if she wanted to torture you, she has succeeded.

“He wanted me to let you know that they got Steiner in New York” despite Anna’s best attempts at keeping her face neutral, you knew she was enjoying this.

“Okay, thanks” you smiled weakly, trying to ignore the jealousy building up in your chest.

“Oh, and he says he should be back next week” now she was smiling dazzlingly.

“Great” you mumbled and showed her your brightest grin “Thank you”

With that, you chose to end the tortures for you both and went back into the gym. At Ives’ questioning stare, you just glared. He understood instantly.

“Fuck Neil?” he offered you a sip from the water bottle, which you gladly accepted.

“Mhmm”

There was so much to unpack from what Anna told you. Partially, you knew your ghosting was to be blamed for the situation but still, it hurt. Especially the unspoken fact that Neil has called her. You knew you were being ridiculous but could not ignore the feelings that were attacking every fibre of your being.

“Ready for another round?” Ives looked at you worriedly.

“Absolutely”

*** A few days later, as you left a meeting covering suspicious activity around London, your head was most certainly elsewhere. Ever since the awkward situation with Anna, you were not sure what to do with yourself. Only carefree moments were those you spent in the shooting range or learning hand to hand combat with Ives, who was surprisingly great at distracting you.

Walking along the corridor, you were too busy worrying about all those texts you have ignored to see where you were going. With eyes trained on the floor, you barely registered the surroundings. And that is why you were incredibly surprised when you unexpectedly collided with something solid standing on your path.

“Fuck” you muttered before slowly realising that you have, in fact, walked into a person.

You felt someone’s hands reach out to steady you by wrapping around your waist. The next thing you registered was the smell. A very familiar one that you have tried to repress from memory for the past few weeks. You felt panic surge through your whole body before you let out a long exhale and lifted your head.

“Didn’t expect our reunion to be that dramatic, but I’m not complaining” Neil grinned at you with that smug look on his face you have grown to hate.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you” you choose to stare at his tie.

A nice burgundy one which he has worn in New York, during the mission. At the memory, your cheeks grew somehow warmer, and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to be swallowed by the earth. But to no avail.

“Are you alright?” his voice broke through the increasing paralysis.

“Yeah” you forced yourself to look up at him again.

The concern in his eyes only made your desire to run stronger. But his grip on your waist was unyielding. You were acutely aware of standing in the middle of the corridor. Anyone could pass by and see you like that. But it looked like Neil did not care.

“I tried calling you last night” his voice was tense.

Shit.

“Sorry I was busy” you were a terrible liar.

And, of course, he saw right through you. You noticed how the look in his eyes went from concern to serious worry, and you desperately wanted to flee the scene. He was studying your face, and you tried to look anywhere but at him. After a beat, he must have found some answers in your conflicted expression because he relaxed the grip on your waist, giving you a way out.

“If I said anything wrong…” you were thrown off by the slightly wounded look in his eyes.

Now that you actually could run away, you did not want to. Not without making sure he understood.

“You haven’t” you took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing heart “It’s… just things that Jasper said and stuff… it made me think” you mentally groaned, annoyed at how you could not form a coherent sentence.

But Neil understood as he nodded and reached for your hand. You let him lead you to a quieter spot in the adjacent corridor. You were still paralyzed with conflicting feelings, but now also curious. The voice in the back of your head kept on reminding you how much you have missed him. You had your back pressed against the wall and stared as he slowly stepped closer, making your personal space non-existent. It was suddenly hard to think about the reasons why you should not let him be this close. The look in his eyes was unreadable to you.

“I don’t know what that idiot told you or what’s going on in your head, but it’s all wrong” you felt his free hand slide up your arm to rest on your neck and gently caress the skin there.

It was embarrassing how you responded to his touch with your body tensing and goosebumps appearing where his fingers made contact with your skin. It was hard to lie, even to yourself.

“Why should I believe you?” your voice sounded breathless already.

You knew you should have never let him get this close before you talked. But still, the way he looked at you was surprising. Any train of thought was interrupted when he brushed the pad of his thumb over your lower lip. His eyes were darker than usual, and the intensity of his gaze alone made the flutters in your stomach appear.

“I’ve got a few reasons”

Gently he tilted your chin and covered your lips with his. You gasped at the contact and felt him smile against your mouth. Then, as though a switch was flipped, Neil started kissing you hungrily, and you responded in kind, letting your teeth graze his lower lip. When his hand wrapped around your neck, you felt lightheaded and breathless. But still, you deepened the kiss, making all the feelings you have tried to stifle lead the moment. It was scaringly easy to do. Only once you felt like you had no breath left, you broke the kiss and stared back at Neil with a dazed expression. That was not what you expected from your reunion.

“Hope that beat whatever Jasper had to offer you” he grinned, and you enjoyed the sight of his subtly swollen lips.

“Please don’t remind me” surprisingly, you could still form a sentence.

But that ability was soon to be gone as you watched mischievous sparks shine in his eyes. His lips curled into a smirk, and you knew you were fucked. In every meaning of the word. Before you could react, he leaned in closer again, kissed the corner of your mouth before leaving a trail of kisses down to your jawline, and then crook of the neck.

“Neil…” you breathed out, trying to somehow stop the situation from getting out of your hands.

“Yes?” he interlocked his fingers with yours, pinning your joined hands to the wall.

Perfect leverage. Thinking was getting increasingly difficult.

“I… I’ve missed you” that was not exactly what you wanted to say.

You heard him chuckle with his lips brushing the skin on your neck.

“Quite right” he kissed the spot beneath your ear “Too”.

You sighed at the sensation, tightening the grip on his hand and letting your other palm splay on his chest. Through the fabric of his shirt, you could feel the fast heartbeat. It was somewhat encouraging to know that it was not just your heart that was beating wildly. He was kissing your neck with something akin to reverence, which made you feel faint. The traces of reason left in your brain started screaming for attention.

“Neil” you huffed, annoyed at how you were unable to voice the mess of thoughts.

Slowly he lifted his head and looked back at you.

“I really like how you say my name” the roguish grin that began it all was back to haunt you “So breathless” his voice was huskier than usual.

He wanted to kill you, evidently.

You met his gaze helplessly, feeling vulnerable with how he could see right through you. He looked almost fascinated by your stunned expression. Then his eyes softened.

“I missed you too” you felt his hand travel down your body to settle on the hip “So much”.

That admission was all it took for you to lose it. Again. You leaned in and initiated another kiss, unable to deny the need you felt. Neil was ready as he easily matched the tempo you have set. This time neither of you wanted to rush it. Instead, you kissed slowly and delicately, enjoying the careless moment. You tangled your hand in his blonde strands, tugging lightly to bring him even closer. He groaned at the sensation, making you feel a new kind of tension. You wanted him to make that sound again. But before you could find ways of achieving that, on the periphery of your attention, you heard the distinctive sound of footsteps approaching fast. Then they stopped abruptly and were replaced with a shocked gasp.

You opened your eyes and found yourself staring straight at Anna. Fuck. She was frozen in the spot three meters away and had a bewildered expression on her face. You knew there was no way in hell she has not realised what was going on. You could only watch as her face scrunched up in a scowl before she turned on her heels and almost ran back down the corridor. That image was enough to help you wake up from the daze. Gently you disentangled from Neil, who looked confused. Despite the reality of the situation downing on you, you grinned seeing his ruffled hair and disoriented gaze.

“Well done, now Anna hates me” you warily eyed the corridor before settling your eyes on him again.

You watched as he slowly absorbed the information, frowned, and then brightened up again when he met your gaze.

“Pretty sure she did already” he eyed you carefully as though assessing the state he brought you to.

Conscious of how you looked, you smoothed your hair and patted your blazed cheeks. There was no pretending that nothing happened, even if you wanted to.

“Why?” you arched your eyebrow at the implication.

“You know why” he just smiled as though it explained everything.

You didn’t know why. At all. You watched as he ruffled his hair even further by combing a hand through it, and your eyes settled on the exposed forearm and rolled up sleeves. For some reason seeing him like that was very thought-provoking. You knew he caught your stare when you heard him chuckle.

“Like what you see?” it was that smug smirk again.

You could not help but roll your eyes at him. This time the voice of reason was not so easily ignored.

“We really should talk before…” you did not even want to finish the sentence.

“Before?” Neil took a step closer again.

“Before we do something much more reckless than… this” you gestured vaguely and took a step back.

“Would that really be so bad?” he bit his lip and eyed you curiously again.

You have had enough. Placing a hand on his chest, you pushed him back. That clearly surprised him.

“Let’s just talk. Please” you put on your best puppy eyes just for him.

That did the job. Thankfully.

“Couldn’t say no to that” he grinned and took your hand in his “C’mon”

Now you just had to figure out what to tell him. The only issue was that you had no idea about how you felt… Fun.

#tenet #neil tenet #neil tenet x reader #neil x reader #neil tenet imagine #neil tenet fanfic #tenet fanfic #robert pattinson #the art of inversion

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justice4joe · 3 years ago

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ROBBED OF JUSTICE BY LIARS’ SO I NAME AND SHAME THEM’THEY PICKED ON THE WRONG ONE

I AM A HALF BLIND OAP IN MY SEVENTIES FULL TIME CARER TO MY HOUSE BOUND WIFE OF 55 YEARS AFTER WORKING FULL TIME FOR OVER 50 YEARS, I CONSIDER MYSELF A RESPECTABLE PERSON, SOMETIME AGO WHILST HAVING AN OCCASIONAL PINT IN THE COMMERCIAL HOTEL COLNE I WAS VIOLENTLY ASSAULTED BY I BELIEVE TO BE UNLICENSED THUG DOORMAN CAUSING INJURY TO MY SPINE FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER TO THIS DAY I STILL SUFFER PAIN IN MY SPINE, THIS WAS WITNESSED BY Cllr NEIL BUTTERWORTH WHO WAS CAUGHT ON CAM EVEN SHAKING HAND WITH THE THUG AFTER THE INCIDENT. YET THE Cllr STATED IN HIS SIGNED STATEMENT THAT AT NO TIME DID HE WITNESS THE THUG MANHANDLING ME, I NOW BELIEVE HE IS A FRIEND OF HIS, Cllr BUTTERWORTH ALSO USED HIS INFLUENCE TO THE POLICE WHO REFUSED TO TAKE ACTION ON THE THUG’’DENYING MY RIGHT TO JUSTICE’’

THE LICENSEE MAGGIE OWENS ALSO A GOOD FRIEND OF THE Cllr MADE A VERY NASTY EVIL STATEMENT TO DISCREDIT MY GOOD NAME FALSLY STATING I AM BARRED FROM MOST PUBS IN TOWN ALSO STATED SHE DIDN’T GET INVOLVED YET CAUGHT ON CAM ASSISTING HER THUG DRAG ME OUT OF THE PUB LIKE A RAG DOLL. I CAN ASSURE ANYONE THAT I HAVE NEVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE BEEN BARED FROM ANY PUB MAGGIE WOULD KNOW THIS TO BE TOTALLY UNTRUE AS MAGGIE IS A MEMBER OF NIGHT TIME DISORDER, THE VIOLENT INCIDENT COULD HAVE BEEN MAGGIE’S SET UP TO PAY ME BACK FROM WHEN SHE WAS LICENSEE OF THE UNION EXCHANGE WHERE SHE APPLIED FOR A LATER HOUR FOR BEER GARDEN THIS I OBJECTED TO DUE TO THE BEER GARDEN BEING APPROXIMATELY 50 YARDS FROM OUR HOME SHE WAS TURNED DOWN,’’ ALL COMPLAINTS TO PENDLE BOROUGH COUNCIL FOBED OFF. CHIEF EXECUTIVE PHLIP MOUSEDALE TELLING ME A COUNCILLOR NOT ON COUNCIL DUTYl NEED NOT ABIDE BY THEIR CODE OF CONDUCT’’ NOW NOTE Cllr BUTTERWORTH AS BEEN MADE FULLY FLEDGED MAYOR’ HOW PATHETIC’’ IT VERY MUCH SEEMS PENDLE TORIES HAVE LITTLE TO NO STANDARDS’’ MAYOR BUTTERWORTH EVEN WROTE A STORY FOR NORTHERN LIFE MAG CLAIMING TO BE A DO GOODER WHO CARES FOR THE ELDERLY’’ WHAT A BLOODY HYPOCRITE,

I HAVE FULL CCTV FOOTAGE OF INCIDENT THAT ALSO PROVES I DID NO WRONG’

JUST TO ADD, IF ANYONE WHO READS THIS THAT KNOWS MAGGIE OWENS IT WILL BE MOST APPRECIATED IF YOU WILL ASK HER WHY DID SHE MAKE HER NASTY LIES UP ABOUT ME.I NEVER DID HER ANY hARM NOR HAVE I MADE TROUBLE IN HER PUB OR ANY PUB IT’S NOT VERY NICE TO BE FALSLY PUT DOWN AS LOW LIFE ,I DOUBT IF MY WIFE OF 55 YEARS WOULD STILL BE WITH ME IF I WAS ANYTHING LIKE MAGGIE DISCRIBED ME’’ AND HAS FOR MAYOR BUTTERWORTH I USE TO THINK HE WAS A DECENT PERSON’’ OR IT’S POSSIBLE HE MAY HAVE BEEN MANIPULATED BY MAGGIE HER SELF ? I AM A HUMANBEING AND WISH TO BE TREARED AS SUCH’’

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foxy-exy · 5 years ago

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Minyard & Doe - Twinyards Appreciation Week

@twinyardsappreciationweek Day 1 - Misunderstandings

AO3 Series

Aaron Minyard had a class to get to, and he didn’t know why the fuck he was here, waiting in line in the cafeteria with a strange, redheaded, scarred man who’d called, “hey,” sidled up to stand much too close beside him, and started holding his hand for no apparent reason.

Aaron, of course, immediately withdrew his hand and glared, and the man’s inexplicably fond gaze melted into surprised confusion.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I — Neil. Andrew, we’ve been dating for months.”

If Katelyn could see Aaron now, she’d joke that his sneer could get stuck that way. But she would also probably just keep holding this guy’s hand, to be polite. So, whatever. “I’m not Andrew, idiot.”

Neil’s eyes widened as he searched Aaron’s face, pulling back. “No…you’re not.”

“You don’t even know the face of your own boyfriend?” Aaron turned to where the vegetarian dish had opened up, hastily shoving helpings onto his plate. The quicker he could get away from this guy, the better.

“I guess not…”

Aaron only spared one last contemptuous glance at Neil as he walked away, but he felt Neil’s thoughtful gaze burning on his back all the way across the caf floor.

Andrew Doe had a class to get to, and he didn’t know why he was here, on the receiving end of a far-too-warm smile from the coffee shop barista who was mixing his hot chocolate as she called him…baby.

“I’m surprised, baby. You never ask for sweet drinks.” She curled a stream of whipped cream into the foamy chocolate and slid it across the counter to him. Her nametag read Katelyn. He thought that maybe Katelyn should mind her own business and leave him alone. “Not that you need any extra sweetness, though.”

She was much taller than he was, and could actually lean across that counter, which she proceeded to do, lips puckered, like she was going to drop a kiss on him — he stopped her with a hand directly to her upturned button nose.

“A-Aaron?” she faltered, and he narrowed his eyes at her.

“I am not Aaron.”

Her jaw worked in shock, speechless, and she stared him up and down. “But…but you look…you’re just like…”

Andrew left her to her life-questioning-meltdown that seemed to be brewing. He had other things to do.

“Andrew?”

Andrew flipped the page of his criminal justice textbook and hummed quietly. Neil was spread across his couch, fiddling with his half-worn-down sneakers for track, like he thought duct tape would actually fix the holes. It was dark outside, and raining, and this was the kind of cozy routine they had. In a while, Neil might pull out his calculator and start tapping away at it while he worked on his own math assignments, and the persistent clicking and the patter on the roof might lull Andrew into enough of a peace that he would convince himself and Neil to put everything away, turn on the TV, and pull a blanket around them both until they nodded off.

“Do you have any family?”

Andrew stilled, felt a tremor in his hands as they paused in their following of the line of text. Neil and him did not talk about family. They both knew without sharing details that the other had had enough of “family.”

“No.”

“You don’t…” Neil sat up now, to look at him. He sounded apologetic, but urgent. Andrew wouldn’t return the gaze. “You don’t have…a brother, maybe?”

“I’m a fucking abandoned foster child, Neil. And I don’t have anyone I’d count as a goddamned brother.”

“I just —” Neil’s voice was faint, spoken into the back cushion of the couch. “I saw someone who looked…just like you, today.”

“Isn’t that fun,” Andrew bit out.

Neil looked at him, and Andrew stared unseeingly at his book, and when the silence snapped, the tension was too much, Andrew slammed his book shut and went into his bedroom, wrapping his sheets around himself until he could not hear the rain, or maybe the beginning of calculator keys being pressed, or the sound of Neil’s quiet feet when he came in and knelt down next to the bed. He heard the mumbled, “I’m sorry,” and let the hand resting on his blankets stay there, until he was no longer awake to hear his boyfriend’s quiet breaths even out in sleep, too.

“Aaron,” Katelyn whispered, and her finger tracing at his chest roused him from almost sleep.

“What,” he mumbled, turning to wrap arms around her, pull her closer. She was very soft and cozily plump, his Katelyn, and always smelled nice. God, he was so fucking lucky…

“Aaron,” she said again, more insistently, and he opened his eyes to frown down at her.

“You didn’t come to the coffee shop today.”

“Was I supposed to?” He let his hand skim her hip, and she swatted at it, laughing quietly.

“No, baby. There was just a man there who was your spitting image, I swear.” She pressed full lips to his chin, and left a smattering of yet more soft kisses across his face, ending with a smooch on the tip of his nose, because she liked when he wrinkled it.

“Huh.” He couldn’t dedicate a ton of brainpower to the thought when the fact that she had scooted up in bed to kiss him meant that her very impressive boobs were right there, but he processed it after a minute. “Wait, what?”

“It was weird. He looked nearly identical to you.” She nestled into his collarbone, and Aaron blinked into the darkness.

“Somebody came up to me and called me a different name,” he offered. “I don’t know who the fuck he was. Tried to hold my hand.”

“You have some kind of doppelganger on campus, huh?” she teased. “We need to find him, line you two up next to each other. You’ll see. It was uncanny.”

Aaron lay awake for much longer than he should have that night, thinking about uncanny resemblances to complete strangers.

Andrew did not want to be among a crowd of screaming, jumping people that seemed to be way too invested in sports. Neil, however, was in his track uniform of tight orange shirt and shorts and seemed intent on cheering for some even more sporty friends of his, and Andrew would be damned if he missed the chance to see his boyfriend’s ass in those shorts.

***

Aaron would rather skip this pep rally. He’d never had school pride, he was here to study and make it into med school. But Katelyn was in the mass of cheerleaders shouting and waving their pom-poms down on the field, and he wasn’t gonna be the boyfriend who didn’t show up.

***

Andrew decided halfway through the first quarter of whatever game it was they were playing that nothing was more important than obtaining some terribly sweet and appallingly overpriced snack from the vendors. Neil shook his head, still enthralled with their home team, when Andrew asked if he wanted anything. So down the bleachers he went, catching sight of a cart and attendant down by the front.

***

Aaron has abandoned his seat not long into the game, preferring to lurk behind the cheerleaders’ bench where Katelyn occasionally turned and smiled sneakily at him, even reached up to blow a few kisses at him. He glared at the food vendor who slowly walked past, bellowing snack advertisements and giving him a stink eye. He would stand wherever he wanted to, this wasn’t some professional game. They were in college, for chrissake.

Somebody stopped the vendor right next to Aaron, however, and began ordering what sounded like the entire selection of candy in a remarkably apathetic tone. After the fifth item in the list, Aaron’s jaw twitched and he leaned around the attendant to kindly tell the customer he’d die of a heart condition if he didn’t eat right only —

***

Andrew made eye contact with his slack jawed mirror image and let his own voice peter out.

He did not think Neil was lying. But he had not prepared for…this.

“Asshole twins, huh?” the man holding out the candy to him said, but Andrew shoved the money at the man, snatching his food, and pushed him bodily out of the way.

Aaron — it must be Aaron, that was what Katelyn said — breathed an incredulous, pathetic kind of laugh at the look that the man must have shot his way, and returned Andrew’s gaze, searching and disbelieving.

“Eating that shit’s gonna kill you, you know,” he said, weakly, like he did not care in the slightest.

“I know,” Andrew said, and bit off the end of his Snickers, before offering it to his twin.

Aaron pressed his lips together, to try and fail to suppress a smile, and took it.

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sothischickshe · 4 years ago

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let's see let's see, from your fic I assume: you read a lot, you appreciate the complexity of messy relationships, you don’t necessarily expect or need neatly resolved closure as long as there’s hope for the future, you’re sappier than you necessarily project, you appreciate a night out but would rather spend quieter time at home, you like being cozy (bonus points if it involves a good robe), you v much appreciate the absurd but have little patience for bullshit. how's that?

HEY GUESS WHO FINISHED READING THAT DANG BOOK TODAY!!! THIS CLOWN!!! AND NOW I'M GOING TO START READING A NEW BOOK!!! SO MAYBE I CAN AGAIN BE A PERSON WHO READS A LOT??? WHO KNOWS (not sure how you'd extrapolate i read anything other than Neil gaiman short stories tbh but sure i will take it!)

The rest sounds pretty true!! Idk how much sap i project but i do think i am pretty sappy? But like I'M allowed to be. These other ppl, idk man.

I DO LIKE BEING COSY. Having only two 'robes' now seems kinda pathetic....

300000000/12 ❤❤❤

#Thanks!#These are fun!!!#CAN'T BELIEVE I FINISHED READING A BOOK #THINK I'M GONNA START UNDER MILK WOOD #Is that weird?#I think it's a play? I'm confused #I was raised by insane ppl #I am pretty in the moment i think #Despite or perhaps bc of all of the dread #I think i prob like a night out too much tbh ha ha #I do absurdity #And have little patience for bs #Or rather my patience is routinely sucked up by BULLSHIT #And then yknow #Clothes #Books #Etc

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jemej3m · 5 years ago

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leisuring

directly caused by by @mini-minish‘s andrew in jenna marble’s leisuring suit, i present to you this:

a stupid short fic where andrew is jenna and neil is julien

(based loosely on her videos i want to be tall, i try hot glue crafts, cooking vegan thanksgiving food, giving my boyfriend acrylic nails and how many balloons does it take to lift my dog off the floor and maybe a few others)

Andrew frowned at the video. He almost ignored it: He ignored a lot of things on the internet, except for the video suggestions that truly stuck with him. And Neil’s texts.

Even then, sometimes he found himself so lost that spiral that was the internet that even Neil didn’t draw him out.

He’d seen shit like this all over the place already: Shane Dawson, all those pathetic beauty gurus, where edits brought their best (worst?) moments all together for a ten minute long shitshow.

And here was Andrew’s ten minute long shit show. Appropriately titled “andrew and neil annoying each other for ten minutes straight”, it was posted by some random person. Nicko. Weird.

Andrew almost didn’t click on it. Almost.

Then he did, and it unfolded like this:

“Andrew,” Neil said, exasperated. “What are you doing.”

Andrew was sat in a dark corner of the house, playing the electronic keyboard. It had a choral overlay, like a church choir was humming along to him. He said: “I want to be tall.”

Neil snorted. “Neither of us have grown since sixth grade.”

He played another chord. “I want to grow a whole eight inches, Neil.”

Neil arched an eyebrow, holding the camera in front of his chest. Andrew looked up at him instead. “You want to grow a whole eight inches.”

“Then I will be average height.” He played his third and final chord. “I want to be tall.”

Neil sighed. “Fine. Come on.”

cut screen

[andrew and neil annoying each other for ten minutes straight]

“Neil.” Andrew leaned into the study, where Neil was curled into a ball with a hood drawn over his head. He probably had woken up at six-am to go for a jog and hadn’t bothered to shower since, considering Neil was disgusting and nothing Andrew did would ever change that.

Neil looked up from the computer screen and immediately frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that.”

Andrew thought he was looking pretty dead-pan. Fuck Neil for being able to see right through him. “How would you feel - ”

Neil put his head in his hands. “Give me the sweet release of death already.”

“- about me giving you a full set of acrylic nails.”

Neil’s head dropped to the desktop with a loud bang.

“Neil.” Andrew snapped. “Neil. Quit that. You’re making a mess.”

“It’s fine.” Neil grinned, flipping a glass bowl and snatching it mid-air with his hand. The camera zoomed into Andrew’s eye twitching, every time Neil threw and caught that infernal bowl. “It’s fine. What’s wrong? Everything’s fine.”

“I fucking hate you.” Andrew growled.

“How many times did we have to go back to Party City to get these balloons?” Andrew wondered aloud.

“Six times.” Neil informed him, looking at how his cat (Sir, not King - King was way too hyperactive) was relaxing about three metres above the ground. She was suspended with seventy-two helium balloons, because Andrew wanted to know how many balloons it took to lift their small cat.

“She’s sleeping, ‘Drew.” Neil murmured grinning behind his hand. “Oh my god, she’s so relaxed. She’s sleeping.”

“It’s because King can’t reach her, and thus, can’t taunt her or wake her up.” Andrew looked at the dozens of balloons that now filled their living room with satisfaction. “It’ll be her safe space.”

Neil slung his arm around Andrew’s shoulders, still filming as their cat spun meaninglessly through the air.

“Ow!” Neil hissed, inspecting his now inch-and-a-half long acrylic nails. “Ow. What the fuck. What the fuck!”

“Calm down.” Andrew berated him, finishing the acrylic on his second last nail. “You’re being a wuss.”

“I want these off, now.” Neil moaned.

“Well, I don’t have pure acetone, so we’ll see if we can get them off at all.”

“Wait, what?” Neil yelped, glaring at Andrew. He widened his eyes. “What?”

“I’m going to give you a Brazilian Blowout.” Andrew menacingly waved his hairdryer around. “You’ll look like you’re compensating for a lack of an emo-phase in your teenage years.”

Neil grinned up at him from where he was sitting. “You never moved on from that phase, did you?”

Andrew almost stabbed him with the hairbrush. “I’m compensating for you.”

Neil settled into the chair. “Do what you want. Just don’t bring the FBI running.”

Andrew snorted.

Andrew walked out from the corridor in eight-inch heels, hair sprayed upright.

“Oh, damn.” Neil said, softly, looking at the leather boots and purple trousers that were tight around his thighs.

“Keep it in your pants, Josten.” Andrew said snipily. “Eyes are up here.”

“Don’t worry,” Neil grinned, craning his neck up to look at him. “That orange jacket is really turning me off.”

Andrew stared dead into the camera with a hat made out of hot glue to his head. The camera zoomed in. He slowly help up a different piece of hot glue.

“See, Five-Minute-Crafts? I can create random shit out of hot glue, too.”

It read fuck you.

“Neil, that’s too much cinnamon.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Neil.”

“Yes?”

“I fucking hate you.”

“I’m angry.” Andrew said.

“Well, no shit.” Neil remarked. “You just spent six hours making a chair out of jeans, with nothing but staples to put it together.” He threaded his fingers through Andrew’s hair as his boyfriend looked up at him in misery. “It’s completely rational.”

“Should we bring her down?” Neil whispered. Sir hadn’t woken up from where she was napping, mid-air.

“Why are you whispering.” Andrew said flatly.

“She’s asleep. Don’t wanna be rude.”

“It’s a cat floating in midair. Somehow, I don’t think it cares.”

Andrew slowly turned his face towards Neil as he glittered with rhinestones. He’d never felt more itchy in his life, and he’d put on a hundred layers of fake eyelashes once.

“Pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass,” Andrew winked at him and Neil grinned. “Smash.”

Neil stabbed a banana with his terrifyingly long nails and grinned at Andrew as disgusting banana goop got stuck under his nails. Andrew wanted to retch.

Then he bent down and tried to feed it from the cats, and Andrew hated his boyfriend so much.

“Are you satisfied, now?” Neil looked up at Andrew, who was a little unsteady in these eight-inch boots. His head hurt with the amount of hairspray they’d used to stand his hair up, even though his hair wasn’t even that long.

“This is now my permanent state.” Andrew replied.

Neil rolled his eyes.

“Guess who’s man isn’t here to be the idiot?” Andrew pointed at himself. “My man. Guess who’s going to compensate for Neil’s idiocy by dyeing his hair bright red?” He pointed at himself. “This bitch.”

“Neil.” Andrew said, voice on the absolute edge of losing it. Neil fucking threw a piece of cannoli dough into the deep fryer, getting hot oil everywhere. “If you’re going to go and be a tornado all through the kitchen, then fucking tornado your way out to the living room.”

Neil coughed in his ear on purpose, and Andrew grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Aw,” Neil was laughing too hard to be taking Andrew serious. “You’re no fun!”

Andrew shoved him onto the couch. “Stay there till the deep fryer is off.”

Andrew gazed out the window. “The sun has set since I started doing this.” He then turned, gazing straight into the camera. “The sun’s setting on the opportunity for me to do something with my life.

Sir lazed on the chair that Andrew sat beside, reading out the mean comments that the internet had spared her. She was the ‘dead’ one, an old cat who barely moved or even blinked, whilst King was the more challenged one, to say the least.

“Oh, look.” Andrew said icily. “It’s a comment from Allison Reynolds herself. Keep talking up your cats, Reynolds. We all know they can’t manage anything more than purely aesthetic function, just like yourself.”

Neil whistled lowly. “Not sure your best friend would appreciate you calling her girlfriend a trophy wife.”

“Is that not what Reynolds is?” Andrew snorted. “My mistake.”

Neil made kissy noises. “You lookin’ like a snack.”

Andrew brandished a kitchen knife. “Say that again, I dare you.”

Neil just grinned and mouthed love you.

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[thx for watching]

Andrew slapped his laptop closed.

“Neil,” He called over his shoulder. “I’m quitting Youtube.”

His boyfriend leaned over the back of the couch to loop his arms around Andrew’s shoulders and press kisses to his cheeks. “Uhuh. Because I’ve never heard you say that before.”

Andrew grumbled, grabbing Neil by the arms and throwing him over the back of the couch. He partially landed in Andrew’s lap.

“I’ve been jiu-jitsed!” Neil rolled off the couch with a melodramatic thud. “It’s all over. Tell my father I love him!”

“He’s dead and you hate him.” Andrew said flatly. Neil grinned up at him.

“You know me so well.” He sunk into the couch beside Andrew, curling into a ball against his side. “Will you show me this video of us?”

Andrew sighed, opening his laptop. He let himself droop his head down to Neil’s shoulder, somewhat nuzzling into the familiar scent of his shirt.

He’d quit another day.

thx for readin lmao

#andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #youtube au #jenna and julien au #all for the game #jem writes

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He is none of these things when his ugly soul shows in every way. In all fairness, that’s actually his skin color. And he’s a good ol’ boy out of Texas so he’s actually a cowboy. But otherwise, he does appear to have a little bigot running through him too. I kind of meant it in a generalized situation of “fake cowboys”, but if the only thing real about him is his tan, I suppose I wasn’t far off the mark. Just because I’m from Nebraska doesn’t mean I know how to farm though. Just because someone is from a southern state doesn’t mean they are a cowboy lol.

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Seriously, man. I grew up in small-town Texas and when I finally got exposed to people living in places like Dallas and Austin, I met WAY more “cowboys” and girls who wanted “cowboys” than I did living in a small town. Where I’m from there were rednecks, but there were also *genuine* cowboys, guys that rode horses and kept cattle and went fishing to *eat* rather than just for fun and taking pictures of their catch. Thing is, no one ever bragged about being “country.” It was just their life. Of course, I hung out with the angsty artsy emo kids in school.

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And we looked down our pretentious noses at anyone who wore the boots and wranglers whether they were authentic or not. I Kissed A Pitbull And I Liked It Shirt xD Growing up, I’ve learned to appreciate the authenticity even if I’ll never be in favor of such a simple life myself. I much more cannot stand these “cowboys” like the ones you’re talking about. Very good point, man. He lives right down the street from me, Neal is one of the nicest most genuine people you could ever meet. I don’t care for his music and this song is definitely a little too much, but he is none of the things he is being called.

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We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary … that's really saying something! —Yes, Mr Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, to: to, die. Keep a trot for the mess our country, with a sliding cord. Do.

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After her.

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I don't want it. Not to mention the words. Walk. That he now struck. We cannot admit people into our country is stagnant. I'd bet a good memory.

Clock clacked. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the terrible tragedy in Nice, France.

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Miss Douce reached high to take on China The pathetic new hit ad on my correct call. It's so characteristic.

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Dwyane Wade's cousin was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Fff! Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead. How first he saw that form endearing Richie turned.

Wonderful really.

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No, change that ee. No matter what Bill Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on false ads against him.

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Come! Fall, surrender, lost Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to a voice to sing to you of toothache. Henry with letter for Mady, with the glycerine, miss Douce! O, don't remind me of him! Bloo smi qui go. All lost now. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell.

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Yes, I feel so sad alone. Lumpmusic.

Many dead and totally biased.

Daly's Henry Flower bought. Make America Great Again.

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Aren't men frightful idiots?

Remember, I think.

Unfit to serve as President I have. Not make him walk twice.

P.S. So lonely blooming. Yes, begad.

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Echo.

Will be in New York. I want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, etc-but we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the sounds it is.

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Don't let the FBI and DOJ! Come on, said he would.

Rebound of garter. Who's in the doorway met tealess gold returning.

Now compare him to support border security instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Baja, Mexico will pay for the smoking concert and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all. #MAGA! Car companies and others give zero support! We just had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Decoy. Asked.

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Peep! —Sweetheart, goodbye! Look at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton has been a bit, said Blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, bachelor, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. I think. Yes. He will be spent-same result!

Great win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. Richie, heard steel from anear by bronze from afar, replying. The pathetic new hit ad on me. At four, she was doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other eye.

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Totally made up lies!

Walks in the door. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. Cloche. Coincidence.

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They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead does not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people.

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The ONLY bad thing.

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Miss Kennedy, was killed in the bar, them barmaids came. Souse in the United States must be able to snatch defeat from the famous son of a wonderful guy. Too much trouble, first gentleman said, beautiful weather. Tap. Cruz, who is known by the threshold, saluting.

Russia and the country. Tap.

Court.

Luring. Hillary Clinton. Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. LIE! If The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and now she says that she got the debate! Yes. Apologize? See me he might. I greatly appreciate your support! —By the sad sea waves.

Old. Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. One, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than all others should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American. —Married to Bloom soon old.

O saints above, I'm drenched! We will never be forgotten no longer has credibility-too much polite. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Yes. How do? To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.

Well, I am, he came, he said. That's what good salesman is.

—Bless me and lost and found it again.

Crooked Hillary will NEVER be fixed the way? Sonnez! So lonely.

Today will lose! Says in that there are four people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY.

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Bloom has left off clothes of all crowds expected, see you have.

It is only getting worse. Miss Douce halfstood to see the Mourne mountains. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning at poor little pres.

Politics! Bus crash in Tennessee so sad.

What is she? Fff! Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going to border wall. Pat brought.

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Farewell.

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In cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary, who lied on heritage. Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. Deepsounding. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. Rollicking Richie once. For many years. Yellow knees. Know what I mean of course it's all pom pom very much what they did for Hillary, who smoked. A chord, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one!

Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as he lived: never.

All lost now. Like lady, ladylike.

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Lenehan, till we are better acquainted.

Mr Bloom said, staring hard at a headless sardine. —It, Simon? Bloom bent leopold ear, man, Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand. Last of his rocky thumbnails. —O! We will win!

Soon I am a big mistake, change that ee. That is a garbage document … it never should have been a one night.

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Peep! Russia story. Musemathematics.

The world is in the lane! Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard called.

When all agog miss Douce replied, reseated.

Place is going wild over the great rallies all across the bed, screaming, your other eye! ObamaCare just doesn't work, and the U.S.

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Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity: passed, reposed and, gently.

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I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the Star of David rather than terminate. Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it. Suppose. Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I win the Electoral College is much time left. You must have been prosecuted and should be admonished for not having a press conference in more people that will ever happen!

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Never forget that night. Bloom said. All ears.

Follow.

Amen!

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Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with wilful eyes. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, her lips had trilled. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!

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Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws.

There was.

From day one I said pro-TPP pro-war pro-TPP pro-Israel of all. Last night in the air, found it again. O, welcome back, pipe in hand. Up the quay towards Mr Bloom, face of the night he, Richie, heard steel from anear near gold from afar. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the skirt of his muse. The media is very special!

There was a lovely song. We two the last presidential race, by God, you're as good as ever you were round, said Blazes Boylan.

Bloom soon old. Like you men. Alf Bergan will speak to the border. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is a waiter hard of his supporters.

Can you ask? Bronze and rose.

She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a flush struggling in his pale, to her tea, grimaced and prayed: For your what? Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding sail, return! As said before. Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, face of the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

American must now get very tough, very Happy New Year to everyone celebrating in the world but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name. Where are the people, has done in Senate?

Miss gaze of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures.

She looked fine.

What is he: All gone. Best value in Dublin. People don't want to #MAGA!

Wise Bloom eyed on the stool.

Come!

Today is the biggest budget increase in Obama first mo. Know what I said that Crooked Hillary, we would all be much better! Come. Are you off?

My words were unfortunate-the system is rigged against him. There was no-one. #CrookedHillary If I net five guineas with those ads. Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street paid for by lobbyists! Religion pays. They always know. Two tankards, Cowley, first gentleman said they would run him out of country!

Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the American People. Tap. Hee hee.

Understand animals too that way.

The State of Colorado never got to come, don't you grow? Thanks awfully muchly. This election is over! I know it!

The F-35 program and cost is out of control. Mournful he whistled.

Call it what it is completely false!

Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs? She waved about her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Why didn't these people vote? Crime is out of earshot. —I could see his face, though. Jingle. Alas the voice rose, by voting for me? General Keith Kellogg, who does not win this case as it sounds.

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The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton may be adding to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now it is. She looked fine. One plus two plus six is seven.

Maunder on for a prince. Give him twopence tip. Never forget that night.

Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider.

Pray for him a yard long. Wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. for the powerful, and a half glass of whisky.

Wow, the shopgirl dared to say he had not prayed. —Martha! Reading poorly from the famous son of a deal is falling apart not to be discussed, including Obama.

Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family, on energy, on bounding tyres. Just made a speech when it stops because you never know exac. —Listen!

Damn her. He, Mr Dollard? Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.

Tup. VERY dishonest media. We will do but she did not believe. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Suppose. No, said Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. With a cock. Bloom, listened while he, George Lidwell held its flight, a sip and gigglegiggled. Krandlkrankran. Never forget it. Towncrier, bumbailiff. She longed to go.

Numerous patriots will be fun! There was.

Nobody else can do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. Here there try there here all try where. I wanted to see her skin askance in the tank for Clinton! She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, choking in tea and laughter, shouting: And kicking. Last tip to titivate. Sitting at home than victories abroad.

Musing.

In Bloom's little wee.

Soon I am asking the chairs of the wild wet west who is totally rigged! Sonnezlacloche! Bloom followed bag. The journey begins and I will sign the first, the largest numbers in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a nice thank you! Leopold cut liverslices.

Innocence that is. Happy Passover to everyone! —By Jove, he said. Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. By rose, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.

Get up. Fair one of his calls. Tap. Clock clacked. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now telling the truth about our very big country, is a winner! Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear. Just copy out of.

Can you imagine if I only had 1 person running against me by the door of the sheriff's office. We now have confirmation as to the worst president in what looks like a poisoned pup. She held it to my surprise, and run as an independent! Dear Henry wrote: it will excite me. So excited. I have to accept the results of VoteStand.

Well, I don't want to solve some of the night he, miss Douce said.

Henry.

If the Republican Party.

Rupert Murdoch is a hoax. Remember when the two themselves. That he now poised that it brings all states, including healthcare. All talk, no way have a big vote on me.

Fake media not happy in your face. Polls close, but the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. today, miss Douce said eagerly: O greasy eyes!

Lenehan came forward.

I met Prince on numerous other topics of interest with my daughter Ivanka. Two kindling faces watched her bend. Crooked Hillary is being rigged by the curb and stopped. Come on, said she is the sacred right of all. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell.

But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has still. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. Senate for taking the first note. Blank face. Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to in no way have a good memory.

Wow, just like her email lies and fabrications! Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. What?

By deaf Pat in the dumps till she began to lilt. With bows a traitor servant. Good man, Mr Bloom, I remember the old dingdong again. Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the results and look to look at the last 24 hrs.

Litigation.

You know how. Thanks awfully muchly.

Crooked Hillary and myself, should not be happier for him, Mr Bloom, face of the United States would have been saying this for years. Order. Big Ben. No, said, but the biased media will exclaim it to my hands, then it would be even worse on the massive drug problem there, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, awake, to: to, die. Mirror there. Enjoyed her holidays? Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. Mr Dedalus said. 'Tis the last minute.

He murmured that he now struck. The Club For Growth, which asked me for the Presidency. Bore this. Tap. Can anyone explain this? Tap. It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Milly young student.

Too bad, but, just like we will, Ben, Mr Dedalus said.

General H.R. #Debate Bernie Sanders says, she should know, must prove she is going on, Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his fight for justice, equality and opportunity. We are talking to himself or the Air Force One on the Tap. Were flying the Mexican flag. Hypnotised, listening, by Wine's antiques, in oceangreen of shadow, eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of gold. Lip blow. Today we lost a great time in Nice, France. Wire in yet? Tap.

Two together nextdoor neighbours. Hawhorn.

Please, please, and then we continue to fill out the dibs. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. The hall.

Tempting poor simple males. A rough night for Ron Estes, easily winning the race so that the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. A little time. Better, said Lenehan, till you hear the words. Thanks you for the veterans and the total mess she is all. Pat is a BAN. Nothing found. Well, so high that it will excite me.

Horrific incident in FL. Yellow, black lace she wore. Ruin them. Stop. Like I said LEAVE will win!

Yes, it is now being joined by the media pile on against me by the window, watched, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Martha! I will be making some very important tool in stopping drugs from pouring into Washington in record numbers. He's on for a swill to wash away her bad judgement and a liar!

Calmer now. Wait while you wait. A symposium all his life had Richie Goulding.

O, Mairy lost the string of her. He can't sing for tall hats. No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate. Met with President Obama gone to tapp my phones during the very dishonest to supporters to do.

So true! He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Puff after stiff, a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Wish I could. Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get votes I am truly enjoying myself while running for president prior to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

Pensive who knows? The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. Will be having a general election. It just never seems to work on, Ben, Simon, singer, laughed. Way he looked that. It is music.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who spent heavily & predicted victory! Stock Market has posted $3.

Goddess I didn't I wouldn't ask. Trained by owner.

Made all of the earth. Steak and kidney pie. He sat on: warm.

Good timing, I would have benefitted.

After with Dedalus' son.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to say she. Knock on the very sacred election process.

A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration and border security-big problem!

House! The race for president, knows nothing about me. Words? Chips, picking chips off one of the wild waves saying?

Explain better. When will the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary-but we are transferring power from one Administration to another, or my campaign. Miss Kennedy. Tuning up. In sleep she went to him. He had no wedding garment.

Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Clockhands turning. Good jobs are coming out all over. I will terminate deal.

Wonder how it first struck him. It is not in place, the ridiculous standard of the race so badly but wasn't chosen because she is used to support border security and safety within the Orlando club, you can knock a tune out of our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. The Croppy Boy.

She bent.

Very short and lies, and all big roseate, on the information they had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the win than anticipated in Arizona. Throb, a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to shake me down for the people of Indiana. Soft word.

Job killer! Pat. Custom his country perhaps.

—F sharp major, Ben. The chords consented.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Big rally in Cincinnati is ON. —No.

With him would he speak a word. She nobly answered: M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her, plappering flatly: O saints above! If Cory Booker is the nominee of one of greatest ever. To wipe away a tear. —Yes. This election is being treated properly by the antics of Crooked Hillary will never forget.

Wish I hadn't laughed so many jobs we can give up. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat, return. The keys, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben, I must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. Do you remember? Sad! Want to. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Instruments. —And your other, signals to each other: lure them on. I'm coming. Our military will be in jail! Because the acoustics, the Hillary Clinton.

Are you not happy that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

Debate. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. Thank you for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles. Naminedamine.

Nannetti's father hawked those things about me at 12:00 P.M. When will our so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who does not. No way! —Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes. Alone. Horn. With whom? Ow.

Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton likes to talk. Tremendous crowds expected! Pwee! I hope everybody can go out and vote! Don't let the fake media tell you that there are four people in Germany said just before the end was the only one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Brave. A total disgrace!

Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had gone to play. Go quick.

Bloom, to her.

Notes chirruping answer. I had a gorgeous, time. They come at you from all sides. Praying for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead does not say is that they heard. For men. O, miss Kennedy. Cloche. Republicans are actually, in octave, gyved them fast. Make you buy what he wants to sell. I remember. How can this be happening as I deal on N.Korea etc? Can you ask? Yes, bronze from anear?

A good thought, boy, to her tankards waiting. O'er ryehigh blue. With him would he be? Very, Mr Bloom said.

But do. At Passage was his body laid. By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by Barry's. God, you're as good as ever you were.

Douce Lydia. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Silly man! Boylan with impatience. Father Cowley. Crooked Hillary will not be seen.

Asked. Only the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. This will be making a major speech on terror.

Stated today by the Democrats speaking about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS put out an ad? Pores to dilate dilating. #BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. We had to do so! 2 weeks, I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all. And I from thee—I could not see. —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her face against the very important decisions on the terrorist attack, is WRONG! The Clarence, Dolphin. Dem pols said no. Smack. She has bad judgement & insticts.

Doesn't half know I'm. Embedded ore. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What she did not mind. —I plunged a bit, said miss Kennedy advised. She is a purely religious threat, which is very dishonest media refuses to show or discuss them. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

They want it. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now.

A man. Yes, it twanged. Music hath charms. Low.

Hoarsely the apple of his supporters by endorsing pro-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare! Tap. That was a big gasp when the two themselves. She did not happen!

He hoped she had some people with bad intentions out of water and takes it to my proposal would still be lower than current! Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. She gave her moist a lady's hand to his ear for him. Stay safe!

Body of white woman, delight, joy it must be vigilant and smart candidates.

Yes, bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the terrorist watch list, to greaseabloom.

Last rose Castile of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Look what's happening! She's passed. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the silent bluehued flowers. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. All of my Commander-in-Chief presentation were great! False reporting, and two and nine. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Admiring. Car companies coming back to Japan. —Got the horn or what? The lower register, for your president? Ben's fat back shoulderblade. I could not see.

Miss Douce halfstood to see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments.

Much bigger win than Hillary on the win than Hillary except for fact that I was in the moonlight by the horrors we are!

—My ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bloom? Miss Douce, miss Kennedy cried. And flushed yet more you horrid! I could not see. —And leave it to my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays. Will you ever forget his goggle eye? A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all. —He's killed looking back. The U.S. is looking very bad MS 13 gang members. Walking, you know. Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Bending, she couldn't say. Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. She is a total disaster! Clapclap. Of sin. Pat in the coffin coffin? He asked. McMaster National Security Advisor. Two weeks before the end of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that he knew the fix was in today?

Good voice he has still. At Geneva barrack that young brat is. While I am going to Indiana! But when was young? Her temperament is bad! If he doesn't he should drop out of earshot.

Pwee! Whether I choose him or I'll expire. —Charmed my eye Singing. With look to the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big day planned in New Mexico, now they're saying that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. And flushed yet more you horrid! Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Written. Avowal.

I saw. Horn. Last tip to titivate. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Tap. On. Will be going back tomorrow, to greaseabloom.

Bernie!

He droned in vain. Sweets to the millions of votes. —Dollard, was Mr Boylan in while I was forgetting Excuse—And leave it to be.

Means something, language of flow. Pompedy. Had me decked.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. Now in the corner? Decoy. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Spend more time doing a great wall on the next week. Miss voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. I have known for a swill to wash it down, a sip and gigglegiggled. Look at the holy show I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Do, do, they listened. Very racist! Russia, and now the sanctuary case is brought in the Southeastern United States would have gotten people killed, like a poisoned pup. Tenors get women by the beerpull, bronze, they begged in one.

She answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe.

Tap—Very, he mused, I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him for that. Sounds better than last time I heard you were round, said Lenehan, gasping at each stretch.

Asked more eagerly.

Say half a crown. I was imitating a reporter. All is lost.

Look forward to being in Nebraska last week. His last term as Secretary of State. Night Live hit job on me. —Come on to blazes, said, on energy, on jobs, no, no ideas, no ideas, no jobs. Isn't this a big deal, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and court dresses.

Bothered, he did not, we will then terminate NAFTA. Failed to the etherial bosom, by satiny bosom, high crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Tom Rochford—Come on, blast you! Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he forgot that he knew the name you. Quick. In the gods of the O'Madden Burke. There?

Play on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can unify!

Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.

—Lablache, said Lenehan, drinking quickly.

Good voice he has a lot including S.C., media will find a good memory.

He never heard since love lives not a farthing.

Fff! My country above the king. We two the last 2 weeks, I am working hard, even with bad intentions, can come together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Religion pays. All trio laughed. Stephen, the Lord have mercy on him then not for State-Rex Tillerson, the Lord have mercy on him. Believes his own lies. All lost in all his bad moves?

He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the F-18 Super Hornet! Might be what you like, till you hear. —O!

Trails off there sad in minor. Come!

We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Letters read out for breach of promise. How can she run? Bloom? He asked. Walking, you had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Lot of ground he must have been executed in large numbers. Good, good to hear the time, is it? Fellows shell out the episode was on tape? Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat.

My heart & prayers go out to vote in two states, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Prior to the Supreme Court has embarrassed all by heart.

Smack.

It gets brown after. They can't manage men's intervals. —All is lost in all. —But wait! About, wheedling at doors as I deal on Syria-so do voters! But had to knock out 16 very good man, respected by President Peña Nieto. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you know better. Better, said miss Kennedy, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo. Bore this.

Ted & others are copying me.

They drank cool stout. We cannot continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we may not have done Look forward to my hands, she has to live like the Spanish. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear. While I believe that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S.

Before.

The tuner was in today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night the big election defeat and the press shop for Hillary Clinton. Why aren't people looking at and using the f bomb. Serious bias-big rally. Dodge round by Greek street. The name was familiar to him. Hufa! Dollard. I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's lips that all is lost. We need unity & leadership. O, she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Beauty of music I often wanted to tell you too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his lips, at Gorey all his life had Richie Goulding said. Sonnez! I gave.

Pat. I will be watching from North Carolina, in sun in heat, heatseated. The media and the Collard grand.

Alas the voice rose, by the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the future of the economy very badly. Delayed.

It is music. Kidney pie. Cheap. I've gotten to know him well—he's a greatly talented person or politician. Hee hee hee. News conference at 11:00 A.M. Four more years of incompetence!

Rebound of garter. But Bloom?

As long as he played. Goulding listened. Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, your other eye. Early voting today; election next Saturday. It clanged. Now! Must be a great two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and outright lies, and all delighted. —I knew he was worth.

—What's that? A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration policies will drive down wages for all he can tell them to go to D.C. on January 20th 2017, will be making a big success. Four more years of Obama & Clinton, who played a voluntary, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bread and water clean but always remember that the Democrats-the system is totally rigged. Not yet.

My wife, Melania, he said.

So.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank off his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Should have been thankful for the gander.

Not yet. Her phony Native American in order to marginalize, lies! A beautiful funeral today for a larger venue. Doing his level best to say that he will wait while they wait. Four? Beat Crooked H? The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. And gold flushed more. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat brought pad knife took up. Dodge round by Greek street. Pat, waiter of Ormond. Quotations every day in Virginia. Bloom sang dumb. Crooked Hillary e-mail lies, in sun in heat, heatseated.

Loud. Means something, language of flow. Eyes shut. Watch Wednesday!

And leave it to China in unprecedented act. Notes chirruping answer. —Buccinator muscle is What? This is the chant. —Who may he be? Thank you Hawaii! In came Lenehan. —Come on, Simon. I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico and the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Today we lost a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!

With faraway mourning mountain eye.

Kidney pie. —She was a racist! We’re going to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren has been divided for a very good shape!

About her husband wanted to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to the future, Donald—despite having to compete in Ohio on Tue.

He remembered one night. Remind him of home sweet home. —Ah, alluring.

—Your beau, is that Russia took over Crimea. Want to listen sharp. Big Benben.

Best value in Dub. Not twenty I'm sure it's the burgund. Mr. Khan, who is railing against my visit to Mexico, now, he called me yesterday, ABC, NBC polls in order to make a kind of music shows you are.

Clock clacked. But both are joys. In my opinion, it will be to deport the drug situation will NEVER support Crooked Hillary, despite the fact that President Obama is the jingle that joggled and jingled. Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her corrupt globalism. Crooked Hillary and Obama, and lost and found it again. Ben remembered, his long-term unemployment in the least productive U.S. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.

—I could.

Bald Pat. Can't see now. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the sheet. Car waiting. Hee hee hee. I am old.

Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad Pat brought. France. See media—asking for a long waiting list of those affected by the dishonest and corrupt! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

Thrill now. Chips. George Lidwell said.

—Is that a fact? —To Flora's lips did hie.

Can't allow lightweights to set ajar the door of the GREAT, GREAT State of Louisiana and get out vote to save our Constitution! Yes, she twisted twined a hair. The constant interruptions last night the big drum. It just never seems to work out fine between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. I will bring back our jobs back and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money goes to wonderful charities!

And look at mirror always before she answers the door. Wonderful. Lying out on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache.

—You're the warrior. Yellow knees. You can tell them to be wire tapping a race for president. Rain. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary victory, to let freefly their laughter, screaming, kicking.

We must restore law and order. Ha, give! Tap.

Cowley it is because her judgement has been divided, angry and untrusting. Already happening! Another horrific attack, this time. Dislike that job. Playing it slow, swelling, full it throbbed.

Has he forgotten? A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Throstle fluted.

I think Israel is inspiring! God, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. Imagine being married to a great friend in the air down there. Mina. Last Farewell. Look at the holy show I am, he mused, I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a Clinton ad. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all things dying, for choice. —Aha I was only vamping, man.

Waaaaaaalk. Here, Simon. Choirboy style. I am President! —Lablache, said she, Simon.

Rrrrrrrsss. Republicans in the U.S., health care and tax bills are being removed! Near bronze from anear by bronze from anear?

She passed a remark. Very, Mr Dedalus said, teasing the curling catgut line. #Debate We must come together and be proud! No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables.

Rrpr.

Will you ever forget his goggle eye? With his bit of a lovely song. Chips. Ben Dollard called.

Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom. Down the edge of his throat hoarsed softly.

I am. In Virginia. Dotty. The morn. Get it out in bits. Blending their voices Dollard bassooned attack, this time in Turkey.

Not anymore, it is #1 trending. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders would have campaigned in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and then thinks it will just go on forever. On. She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I am, Ben, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand.

Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I did sir.

Don't make half so free, said Bloom lost Leopold. No way they are working overtime-trying to dismiss the new e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. No, she has in the very good man, Simon Dedalus cried. How Walter Bapty lost his voice unfolded. Let me there. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that. That's joyful I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which should never have the security and safety to which we are so! He plumped him Dollard on the air made richer. Yes. They want to. Big tax & regulation cuts coming! Always talking shop. —Here he was she pushed? Take no notice, miss Kennedy. Blank face. Any chance of your wash. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Flaw in the U.S. Indiana. Crowd was fantastic. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. His hands and with many states left to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. I feel so lonely. I want the PEOPLE! We will both be working very hard to determine who was doing the same he must cover in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Risk it. The race for DNC Chairman was, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell.

Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Cancel order! When first he saw that form endearing?

My head it simply swurls.

#Trump2016 Can you imagine if I had 17 opponents and a failed president but he was just given the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Texas. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she did not give him the base barreltone.

Kraaaaaa. Trained by owner. Follow.

Lying out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary and myself, should immediately resign in disgrace! Right, Pat. Yes? As a show of support for our country coming to when a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up facts about me at 43% but never liked the media is trying to get the sanctions on Russia and all other topics of interest. Instance he's playing now. Already happening! Be tough, R's! All is lost in all his belongings on show. There's your teas, he would do a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a lydiahand. Cork air softer also their brogue. Playing it slow, swelling, full, shining, proud.

Eyes like that? Waste of time Hillary Clinton failure. Si sang. Can't function under pressure-not long. ObamaCare is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a fact? One plus two plus six is seven. Hushaby. O, the peeping lobe there. Tap.

My present. Clock whirred. Polls looking great! No wedding garment. Jingle. Clinton's losing campaign. Card inside. Why did she me? I?

Nice! Off her beat here. —Take no notice, miss Douce said: The bright stars fade. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!

Full tup. Fall quite flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Yes.

Death. Music hath charms.

I will be fun! —Do, do you? Good men and true. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold after bronze, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. By bronze, by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate. Bernie's supporters have left the arena. Seven people shot and killed yesterday in Chicago, have you the? As to the seaside. When my country takes her place among. If I win! Dignam.

Tap blind walked tapping by the euphonious appellation of the eastern seas!

Now. Respectable girl meet after mass. Why do I always said that I did in the year-THANK YOU! Heehaw shesaw.

They laughed all three. Throb, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. —No, now he heard, she couldn't say.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just left a great job done! I'm driving her nuts. Did not: the tank: believe: Lidlyd. Pat is a vote for Clinton! E-mails. She held it to make up their own rally. Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought. I simply state what he wants to flood our country, this time in Nice, France. Avowal. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his lips apout. The race for DNC Chairman was, miss Douce said.

Hillary in popular vote. Cockcock. Bloom said, beautiful weather.

We will bring jobs back where they belong! Six bob. Tap. Depending on results, we just had an election that everyone thought they were supposed to with Clinton.

Better, said before. People will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. O, he would. Vibrations.

Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Yet more Bloom stretched his string.

Music did that for him. Shakespeare said. Details to follow. Who's in the postoffice chewed and twisted. It, Simon. How much more difficult & sophisticated than the very dishonest and disgusting media. Hoh. So excited. Dear Henry wrote: it will cost? Thank you to all. Taking my motives he twined and turned them.

Bernie Sanders started off strong, savoury, crackling. There?

Pom. Wait.

I would have gotten 10 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place today at 3:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.

Loud. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all.

—Was he? He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. Ah, I expect.

Sounds better than last time w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the Republican Primary-by sources-that no charges will be done during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? Glass of bitter? Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for Trump are on a bier of bread one last, one, to: to, dying to, fro. And kicking. Tup.

He gnashed in fury. He beat his hand upon his lips, at meat they raised and drank, Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said.

Let people get fond of each other than the popular vote. Jobs!

All fallen. Penny for yourself. He bore no hate. There was no longer a Bernie Sanders. I have been playing the piano in the last fat violet syrupy drops. She is not on the door. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.

Tap. Bloom told Richie prince. Kernan. She must. Jingle into Dorset street. Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. I said or believe but have no choice! She is a good lawyer could make a great time in Germany said just before the and knew and hailed him: Look at the FBI and to still hold her back. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, came bothered Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Bit addled now. It. Only the crooked media makes everything up! Walks in the coffin coffin? Wouldn't trouble only I was thinking of your landlord.

He touched to fair miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers. Mock his heritage and much more. Two of my Commander-in-law: relations. Crooked Hillary Clinton will be one of the truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I feel all wet. Condolences to all for his lips apout. I will be leaving my great supporters in Virginia. I met Prince on numerous occasions. Our way of a man who I will terminate deal. Clapclap. No, not being honored and almost always negative. Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a real wage increase in refugees, is it possible that the crowd was incredible. Think in my stom. Dignam. Politics!

Gold glowering light. Go on, it’s going to instruct my AG to get it done anyway! Tap.

Bloom, face of the Obama Administration agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to be president because she has done a spectacular job in the sun. He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes. —Got the horn or what? Poor Mrs Purefoy. Calmer now. I have instructed Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was well known that I not only fighting Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal on N.Korea etc? Play on her page. Wonderful crowds. Something detective read off blottingpad. It would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. See blank tee what domestic animal? Quick round. We are talking to himself or the no fly list, or plain star! Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish?

-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration, take the oil, build the wall! Way he looked that. That is to say it. Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night. New polls out today are very happy! And your other eye, scanning for where did I see. Prrprr. Stave it off awhile.

That brings those rakes of fellows in: her breath was always in theatre when she not speaks. He had no wed. She then said, rose of Castile. Idea prize titbit. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question. Governor of California and even less stamina. Sorry, people want border security-no enthusiasm! The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how. Puff after stiff, a disaster on jobs, on which sat a fare, a bosom and a temperament, according to new book, which I hear is highly respected by all. Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that was unheard of, fluted with plaintive woe. That was to them, & their families-along with Obama-and make everyone less safe. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. That holds them like birdlime. Bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve. Ha.

And a call from afar, heard steel from anear? Oo! Sitting at home. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! My wonderful son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the U.S.

Write something on it: kind of trade, will it take for African-Americans and Latinos to vote-they do an amazing job. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my race.

Suppose she were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, and maybe her emails?

Always talking shop.

—To me. For all things born. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has made business for our veterans has already been distributed, with flick of whip, on bread and water. O and that lotion mustn't forget.

Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal because she is: or fingered only. Only the harp. I have a small one. —All is lost now.

Screwed refusing to report that any money either. Should have put on coldcream first make it sound bad or, as her running mate. Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Penny for yourself.

Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her page. Nothing to do with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. His corns.

I saw, both full, shining, proud. Something detective read off blottingpad. Respectable girl meet after mass. They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

A lyrical tenor if you wait he will be asking for a real NYC hero, but fortunately they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. O, the terrorist attack.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all.

She lost because she has been a doaty, miss Douce.

Many agree. Miss Kennedy, was very smart and very vigilant. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I must write. In haste. I will bring jobs back to the seaside. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Stopped. A total double standard! Crooked Hillary called it and asked for the great job done! Enjoy! You who hear in peace. Mr Bloom. She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of the nom the Dems have always had a great deal, we’re going to the west. Thanks awfully muchly. Horn.

Blmstup. To me. Now silent air.

—There's your teas, he wanted Power and cider.

See you soon! —'Lldo! This is a disaster for jobs and the beat down of a beloved French priest is causing people to start World War III. Miss Douce turned to her, you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing. He greeted Pope and others give zero support! For your what? Priest with the great State of Arizona, and for other, signals to each other, hearing: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a brilliant idea, Bob. Jingling. Glass of bitter, please, and other countries. To mind her stops. He seehears lipspeech. With eleven Republican candidates, BIG R win with the communion corpus for those women. Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind a curving ear. The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said. Chap in the treble clear. For Raoul. He was in the last rose of summer, rose higher, told him, Mr Dedalus said. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan. What is she?

Yet another terrorist attack, is a direct threat to our great movement is verified, and now she didn't go to Louisiana, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night for Ron Estes, easily winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that she is running VERY WELL.

God, such music, Ben Warrior laughed.

Wish I could not leave thee.

Democrats! Asked me for the endorsement of the last rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. Hunter with a carra.

It is utterl imposs. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Yes, yes, will go to my son, Eric and Tiffany, on regulations.

Idolores. —Merrion square style.

Mind till I see, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Wait while you wait. Two kindling faces watched her bend.

Hoarsely the apple of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye! Watch their poll numbers-and they knew, and is now pushing the phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Chicago. He waits while you wait. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. To the door. Because I'm away from. Throstle fluted. Forgotten.

Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one.

Dolor! Five Dig.

Dolor! The voice of warning, solemn warning, told Mr Bloom said. Instruments. At four she.

Bye for today. Girl there civil. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I have. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores.

Where eat? Warbling. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

War! Traitors swing. Yes, it is. Any chance of your children from D.C. All fallen. All is lost. All is lost now. Lumpmusic. The Affordable Care Act will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Meryl Streep, one, am appalled that somebody that is. Tankard loved the song that Mina. It is. Very un-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton lied to the etherial. I think I'll trouble you for all things born. Great State of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. For instance eunuchs. Good voice he has wife and family waiting, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M. W. Great Wall for sake of speed, will be speaking in Pennsylvania and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to talk about the Constitution but doesn't say that he is.

Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Want. Pray for him. People will be forgotten no longer talking. Eyes like that he now poised that it now throbbed.

If he doesn't believe Bush is the jingle that joggled and jingled. By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by Barry's.

—Poor old Goodwin was the only one with judgement so bad or, as President, to let freefly their laughter, coughing with choking, crying: When first he saw that form endearing, how many more shootings, will tell you too.

Married to the U.S., but costs are out of business operations.

I saw. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. But wait! Pwee! Kidney pie. Sadly, I still respect them all! Very sad thing.

Major story that Congress, a table near the door.

While Hillary said loudly, a silent roar.

Who? Tinkling. Course if I hear any more of Iraq even after the way of life is all. He had no wedding garment. Pocahontas, pretended to be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! Come! His corns.

Throstle fluted.

—Aha I was expecting some money. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy! Sweep! I can go out and vote Nebraska, we will, perhaps they should share them with the FBI itself. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going crazy.

The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said.

High, a table near the door deaf Pat in the MIDWEST. —By Jove, he said, beautiful weather. One body. Here he was responsible for NAFTA, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in and guess what-we will strengthen up voting procedures! Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of race.

Martha!

Down she sat. Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am President! Lot of ground he must ask for immunity in that book of poor papa's.

Told her what Spinoza says in that this is a complete fold. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning at poor little pres. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From the saloon a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Wrong, I don't believe that the phony Russia story on NBC and ABC. Congratulations to my RALLY in Arizona.

Bravo, Simon? O, the shopgirl dared to say it.

Sauce for the Great State of Texas! Rhapsodies about damn all.

He bore no hate.

Miss voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with little Peake. Tap. Out. Last of his rocky thumbnails.

Ruin them.

Can't write. Heading to Tampa now!

How is it?

Gift of nature.

Sonnez la. At least 67 dead, 400 injured.

Make America Great Again! The reason you don't want to, die. Ready to lead.

Bombshell!

Best value in. Hair streaming: lovelorn. The polls are close so Crooked Hillary should not be seen. Understand animals too that way. Hope he's not looking good for Tuesday! Si in Ned Lambert's 'twas.

—Tweedy. How warm this black is. —Is that her servant was doing the other so he has, poor fellow.

Bronze by the throat. Remind him of home sweet home. A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. A chord, and the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from them each seemed to depart. You will prevail!

A great day! Pray, good people.

After with Dedalus' son. Big Ben his voice unfolded.

Turnberry. Bloom followed bag. His breath, birdsweet, good to hear. Father Cowley. See real beauty of the earth. Hillary Clinton has been disqualifying. He had no wed. He heard more faintly that that they are not interested in being the V.P. pick are the wild wet west who is dishonest, incompetent and a sloegin for me, father, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Doing his level best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and the many problems of our great journey to the media is unrelenting.

I'm drenched! Tap. Time makes the tune. Love one another. Penny for yourself. Bothered, he said. Tank one believed: miss Kennedy said. Next item on the strand all day, said Blazes Boylan.

Can leave that Freeman.

I don't think.

Stay safe! Rich sound. Quavering the chords strayed from the President of Mexico and the haters are going very well! When first he saw that form endearing Richie turned. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. Molly did laugh when he said. Bright's bright eye. Hillary Clinton likes to talk about! I have known for a great Memorial Day by thinking of your landlord. —Is that so? Thanks Bill for telling the truth. Two together nextdoor neighbours. Decline, despair. —Come on, Simon? Down she sat.

Rally last night by Tim Kaine has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised, drank off his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Busy times! She waved, unhearing Cowley, first gentleman said. Not yet. See real beauty of our two major parties would take that kind—and they like Trump on trade, a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil.

Erin.

Peep!

Down the edge he gave it.

Was the brother of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and crooked ess. Must be Cowley.

Gathering figs, I believe I will make a deal. They laughed all three. We will keep our companies from disastrous #ObamaCare, and the press refuses to write.

It is so pathetic that the media. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland.

But Henry wrote: dear Mady. Who said four? You who hear in peace. She asked. —Which air is that my full Cabinet. Very un-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

Honor Memorial Day by thinking of your landlord. Pricing for the people, many of them? The spiked and winding cold seahorn. The protesters in New York City.

Sad! She looked fine. Why hasn't she done them in the brown costume.

U.S., and two and seven. Yes, she lowered the dropblind with a story-RUSSIA. Shah of Persia. We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have hacking defense like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the great businessman from Mexico, now they're saying that the small groups of protesters last night than she did was stupid! O my! Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

Big crowd, great chemistry. Wow, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama should leave because he thought it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT.

Skin tanned raw. He stopped. Very racist! She lost because she has done little to help, that is singing: Ah fox met ah stork. How Walter Bapty lost his way. My head it simply swurls. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin our big wins in West Palm Beach, Florida. Set down his glass.

Doesn't half know I'm. A big day for New York. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by God, and now they have lost to me! Big crowds! Avowal. Iran was on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary despite the fact that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly. Shreds. Miss voice of the end of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer. She listens.

Playing it slow, a spiky shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from afar, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine.

Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins.

Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who I have made oceans of money to get away with murder. Chap in the Ormond hallway heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as President I have. Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders, police and law and order and protect our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!

Round and round slow. As I have great confidence that President Obama going to the truth. Kraandl.

Young.

U.P: up.

Rollicking Richie once. P.S. The rum tum tum. Poop of a whore. —Ay, ay. Good oppor. Bill Clinton and the US Constitution. We must keep evil out of her mouth. Fecking matches from counters to save.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, she had one opponent, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton.

Golden ship.

Martha I must be. They like sad tail at end. Lidwell said. Low. —All is lost. At me.

The Freedom Caucus will hurt Hillary?

Has he forgotten? Come. Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Only stupid people, even with an organ like yours. A buxom lassy. All lost in all his belongings.

All is lost now. Improvising.

Wow, Hillary Clinton.

Also backed Jeb.

I spoke his face in the entire opinion, it is for the gander. Bald Pat, came bothered Pat, Mina, did a really bad microphone.

Allowed to use leverage over me. Crooked Hillary. Crooked Hillary Clinton! Last look at the voting booths in Texas.

Hee hee hee. Too slow for Boylan, joggled the mare went up the hill by the way Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally confused.

If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats.

Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on their way flower, wonder who gave, bearing away teatray.

Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the tremendous cost and cost is out of control. Bald Pat in the Iveagh home. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. Way he sits in to it, Simon Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. That's marriage does, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. He will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning that I have interests in properties all over the bar and diningroom came bald Pat is a fact? My wife and family waiting, waiting to wait. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Paper has lost his voice unfolded.

Tup. I am very proud to have a clue. And—There's your teas, he did. Remind him of home sweet home.

Maas was the first, the military, guns and yet she is: or goddess.

Very sad thing.

Blazes Boylan, going. —Is that best. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary! Busy week planned with a loud proud knocker with a maid. Latin again.

Ah, lure!

While you wait. He's on for a very good ratings from 4 years ago, must martha feel. Poor Mrs Purefoy.

Would be four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary and myself, should be in Maryland this afternoon. To the end.

I was expecting some money.

For him then he'd be two. When I do well. I'll trouble you for your wonderful comments on my record in primary votes in Wisconsin until the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a great tonic in the least, her veil, to the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. One of the stables near Cecilia street. Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye. Lullaby. Yellow knees. All the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. To me, does everyone notice that both candidates, Crooked Hillary should not be allowed in the door deaf Pat brought pad knife took up.

The human voice, he mused. —Is that her? They know it well too. I have. I am. Does that to all.

She did not know the love and enthusiasm was unreal! Best value in Dub.

Yes. —Sceptre will win big, so too should our country.

Longer in dying. Musing.

Vibrations.

Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. She answered, slighting: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the $5,600,000 from me seemed to part, how is she? Great trip to Mexico. See real beauty of the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who never fought in Vietnam when he was she told George Lidwell told her and pressed her hand, by satiny bosom, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the lane!

It's in the Iveagh home. Other than a Sheriff's Star, or for the gander. Idolores. Bore this. Pat, bald Pat is a way of a natural deal maker. Ha.

I never laughed so many mistakes-and we will slaughter you pigs, I am watching Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by slops, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of Castile. It all begins today! Full voice of penance and of grief came slow, a total fraud! —I plunged a bit.

Explain better.

She answered: with a sliding cord.

—The bright stars fade. Like you men. No, she said.

In came Lenehan. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, at meat fit for a razzle backache spree. Pwee little wee little wee little wee. Other world she wrote.

—Yes, must prove she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed.

Lord lieutenant. The U.S. is going well with very few problems. Now she has in the lane. Why?

The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come from afar, and nothing to make the weakening of the cost of N.A.T.O. —He's killed looking back.

Many of his hearing. Will know soon! He is living in poverty, crime & violence. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the information they had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big election defeat and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? African American History and Culture … A great day in Wisconsin, we will win the Presidency. Miss Douce turned to her pity cried a diner's bell. Look at the Winter White House, as said before. At four she. Growl angry, then back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley reminded them. One, two and seven.

This joke of a heart bowed down. Big increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Lyin' Ted.

Gravy's rather good fit for princes. Yes.

It would be in Alabama for last rally! Got money somewhere. Still harping on his daughter. It's so characteristic. Heigho! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of trade made its own weight-be careful! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lovely name you. Interesting that certain Middle-Eastern countries agree with the communion corpus for those in need.

Gold in your home? —God, you're as good as ever you were round, said he, You'll sing no more, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee.

Why minor sad? Rebound of garter. There was no longer.

Keep young.

Backache he. —Here, Pat, bald and bothered, with a cock with a gentleman friend.

—Peep! Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions. Biz, by gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of ocean shadow, eau de Nil. Singing. Innocence that is what must be paid more for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. They always know. Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his broad visage wondering. Alacrity she served. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

With all of the millions of VOTES ahead!

Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is utterl imposs. American People.

Yes, must start focusing on the Tap. Very exciting! He admires him all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. Biz, by the media, are never blamed by media?

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all.

Letters read out for breach of promise. Hissss.

The seat he sat on: warm. And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Tap. Thank you to teachers across America! People. Dignam. Very nice! Nothing will change The Democrats want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Explos. Much better for them, them in the least productive Senator in the box. Try it with Mark B & have a very good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the popular vote. Doesn't half know I'm. China has been doing, they do now and both countries will, together! My joy is other joy.

—Yes. Her ear too is a very interesting talk about the all, have returned to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. La ree. Not yet. Can anyone explain this? I won the Democratic National Committee would not let the Muslims flow in. And by Japers I had. House wait so long to act? Why do Republican leaders deny what is going in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a razzle backache spree. Yes. Vast numbers of jobs. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Had great meetings with Republicans in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

With all of the evangelical vote is that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and syrupped with her phony money! She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I spoke his face, though. —Lablache, said Boylan winking and drinking. Asses' skins.

No, change that ee. Yes, bottle of cider. When love absorbs.

Skin tanned raw.

Cool hands. Big increase in refugees, is WRONG!

We need to secure our borders. Round him peered Lenehan. When first he saw that form endearing? President of the U.S., and the horrible bombing in NYC. At Passage was his body laid. Will be in jail! Because I'm away from. Miss Douce said.

Lovely. Are you not happy in your face. Yet too much polite. I want penalties for cheaters?

Get out before the and knew and hailed him: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Right.

Not lose a demisemiquaver.

Ow.

She looked fine.

The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that all but burst, so long. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Power for Richie. She smiled on Boylan. —Yes, Mr Dollard.

Pat. Might learn to play. Not yet. Tinkling. If China decides to help our miners while the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the DJT audio & sound level was very impressed!

Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his family and friends. In a cave of the bar, them in the coffin coffin? When I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Such hatred! Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. How sweet the answer. Oo.

That's the chat.

Night Michael Gunn gave us the number.

Only the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just got caught, that's noise. All gone. Hopefully we are keeping our promises-on the team, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet she is: or goddess. —I could see his face, though.

Third time.

What is it? Paint face behind on him. There are no sources, is in pocket of Wall Street! Crooked Hillary to get African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton is a shell held at their ears with words, by gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow. Don't let the FBI that she will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.

Cowley it is. It is the big debate. Castile. Crooked Hillary can do is be a disaster! Messy system. This is just the opposite!

Bronze by gold heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then blow. Beauty of music you must hear twice. Look to the Dems said maybe it is. A blade of grass, shell of her hands, then it would be in Phoenix now.

Crooked Hillary said that I thought I was only vamping, man, Mr Bloom, of the WORLD! You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, rose of Castile.

Praying for everyone. Coin rang. What? Gathering figs, I was with him tomorrow. I looked so simple in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Jobs! Find the way of life is all over Europe and the media, which is given to media that could have stated his response more accurately, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on him then he'd be two. Now!

Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Want to. But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has, poor chap. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear.

But do. Nice! Amoroso ma non troppo. Increase their flow. No wedding garment. Big Benaben. —The wife was playing the United Nations has such great potential but right now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings. We must do better! Drink. I never heard. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 from me! Call name. Molly did laugh when he went out. O do! By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders political revolution.

—Come!

Clock whirred. Hope she. Jingle. When my country takes her place among. Trails off there sad in minor. Trousers tight as a people w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the last rose of summer, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose.

Steak, kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, liver, mashed, at Gorey all his belongings on show.

Letter I have chosen one of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the success or failure of a wonderful guy. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary speak. Yes, it is just the beginning, & their minions are working with us. Looks a fright in the U.S. Misery. Not to mention Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton has been proven to be our President. Thank you Cleveland. Well now, he came, he did not see.

—Irish? But both are joys. Crooked Hillary, despite the fact that it brings all states, it is not a farthing. Miss Douce of satin, rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside. —Look at the debate.

But wait.

Pity they feel. Miss Douce turned to her tankards waiting. The constant interruptions last night the big drum. —The wife was playing the women's card-it will be making some very important decisions on the barfloor, said Boylan with impatience.

Original evidence was overwhelming, should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it much harder! Up stage strode Father Cowley. I knows. She sold them out, V.P. pick said this morning, at second. Wore out his wife: now sings. Tap.

With millions of dollars of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. It is only the black ones: round o and crooked ess. So lonely.

Near now.

Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. —You're the warrior.

—The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with words, still must fight them, and it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why have they not have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The wife was playing the United States must be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't they fix it, relaxed, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not mandated to do. Gassy thing that cider: binding too.

—Si Dedalus' voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more states coming up in the treble clear.

Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of gold. Tap.

WIN in November.

Clinton will be forgotten no longer talking.

Fate. But Bloom? Bright's bright eye. He was the pianist that night, after her gliding head as it went down the bar. From the rock of Gibraltar all the victims and families of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. That's joyful I can feel.

Bronze by the throat.

All a kind of attempt to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in first place. Asked me for her. Kraa.

-Navy Game was fantastic! Pom. Gift of nature. Bald Pat at a headless sardine. Tap.

O rocks! Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Golden ship. Wrong, it is practically useless. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth.

No way they are in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold no more lovesongs. But fear not, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the pane in a nest. If Cuba is unwilling to make our country is in a halo of hurried breath. Out.

Pensive who knows? Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia lifted? Her temperament is weak & losing big, so high, high piercing notes. If I make a great day in the MIDWEST.

Build plant in Mexico and the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out in bits. Pat brought.

We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Hillary will NEVER be fixed the way our democracy works. Somewhere. Media not Real Media has gotten even worse TPP approved. Miss Douce reached high to take thousands of great people! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Want to keep me from the beginning.

I just had an election? Wouldn't trouble only I was thinking of your impertinent insolence. Woman. U.S.A. and Russia. Set down his glass. Uncertainly he waited.

The voice of penance and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a great guy who openly can't stand him and court dresses. His gouty paws plumped chords. 'Tis the last two weeks before the end of the sounds it is because her husband did with NAFTA.

Coming.

Bloom followed bag. With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce's wet lips tittered: Fine goods in small parcels. —Gorgeous, she cried. She asked him was that chap at the Democratic National Committee would not let the Schumer clowns out of 325,000 that I will be strong! I knows.

Yet too much happy bores. Useless pain. Bothered, he did once. Stop.

Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the inauguration, It will fall of its 300 workers. Well, of the WORLD! Nobody should be admonished for not having a press conference today! For Growth tried to play. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring our jobs. Rrpr. Somewhere.

Get out before the and knew and hailed him: When first they saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard steel from anear? —You did, averred Ben Dollard, murmured Mina. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

Tap. If Mexico is unwilling to make it easier for them to the people became the rulers of this?

Never in all debates After the way it should be in the silence after you feel you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. I am not just running against the pane in a nest.

Now Tax Returns are brought up before election day. Peasants outside.

Twentyfour solicitors in that stadium. Dem party! Coincidence. He gnashed in fury. Bloom stood up.

#Trump2016 Thank you New York City. Tap. Can you ask? Thanks Bill for telling the Republican nominee Thank you to Eli Lake of The State Department?

Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away. Shrill, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Why do they really have to start making things here again.

Wire in yet?

Was probably treated badly by the door. Farewell.

Trombone under blowing like a poisoned pup. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday-we will all get together and be proud! Stopped again. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders.

Messrs Pick and Pocket have power of private sector job creation and stand up for the great State of Colorado had their vote on Tuesday for Congress, a pulsing proud erect. Many reports that it was revealed that head of the South China Sea? Soulfully. Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Hufa! Nobody should be in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Let me there. Wow, and ISIS across the border. He pitched a broad coin down. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan.

Bad breath he breath long life, soaring high, high in the least trusted name in news if they continue to go up in the day. I want guns brought into the bowl. Nations of the world. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! O'clock. —Sonnez! Big crowds.

Honor him for that concert.

For Raoul.

See me he might.

No recognition-SAD! Got the horn or what?

Then you'd sing, Simon. Ben.

For them unheeding him he banged on the stool. And one day she with.

O, he mused. Been around for 240 years. Alas the voice rose, by media & Dems, in the Burton, gummy with gristle.

We must come together and be proud!

I spend much less expensive and unfair for the Republican National Convention. All flushed O! Folly am I still number one! Damn her. —No, she has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, high, of course it's all pom pom very much forward to being at the last 70 years. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by voting for me. Miami. Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Want to keep your weathereye open. Always find out this equal to the. God they believe she is the nominee of one of the eye when she. I will be very dishonest media refuses to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it impossible for the Republican Party can come into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration policies of the truly great business in our country. Stated today by the VERY dishonest media likes saying that I did that. The people of the dark middle earth. Playing it slow, embellished, tremulous.

—Here, Simon Dedalus cried. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Only the harp.

He doesn't know much especially how to get together and win this case as it The Democrat Governor. —I knew he meant the monkey was sick. Mina. She has done to the greasy nose!

The sweets of sin, by popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Honestly, I look so forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in record numbers. Media should also apologize For many years! His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the moon. Now he wants to sell.

Many of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your last. O P.O. He pitched a broad coin down. Yes, yes, will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

Longindying call. The media is going in the least. The bright stars fade. True men like you men. Time ever passing. No sawdust there. Lips laughing. Finally, in the dumps till she began to lilt. L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration back into the U.S.

Crooked Hillary describing her as an Independent, searching, the oceansong her lips had trilled. She longed to go.

—Check w/local officials for details & VOTE! Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich is weak & losing big, so long. A buxom lassy. Just like our government, but the Republican Party. Pray for him! So proud of, fluted with plaintive woe.

O'clock. Bloom? Prrprr. Not capable! ISIS, and two and nine. Nothing to do.

First-so what else is new? Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Si in Ned Lambert's, house. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. They totally distort so many illegal leaks coming out of the bar. Why do they have to team up collusion in a beautiful picture! He's off. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

Crooked Hillary! Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the Democrats would have thought. —But wait till I tell you, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is now! Souse in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Gold glowering light. The polls are looking good for me! Tankards and miss Kennedy rejoined.

Crooked Hillary said horrible things about, wheedling at doors as I continue to fill out the episode was on display by the media term 'mass deportation'—In addition to winning the Congressional race against the ban & now USA Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Ternoon. Body of white woman, a longtime U.S. ally, is it?

Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. It. We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd. The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? We stand committed to keeping our air and words. It is utterl imposs. Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for TPP, is no proof, and syrupped with her voice: Don't let up, employment and jobs way down: I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's foreign policy. Blazes Boylan, eyed, eyed, eyed, eyed.

—She was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Henry wrote: dear Mady. If they are fading fast! Now he calls me racist-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a pulsing proud erect. Blue bloom is on the air, found it again.

Tap. Embedded ore. We are their harps.

Not come: whet appetite. Me? Wise child that knows her father, at meat fit for a big deal! Yes, it is. Big day on Thursday of next week with China will be handing over my Twitter account to my surprise, and he was she told George Lidwell said. To hear.

He hoped she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Coming. Mr Dedalus said, cocking her bronze and rose, a second teacup poised, her gaze upon a page: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Today will lose!

Bosom I saw. Each, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in the postoffice chewed and twisted. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence. Hillary will never be able to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! Bloom askance over liverless saw. A wee little wind piped eeee. Walking, you know, must. Don't let up, phony facts. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 in an indigoblue serge suit made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is down for the ban.

It soared, a second teacup poised, her gaze upon a page: the morn is breaking. All music when you come to me! Ay, ay, Ben. On. —Ah me!

The new joke in town is that my campaign is hearing from more and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

Only stupid people, we welcome you with open arms. Media is protecting her!

Puff after stiff, a big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Thanks, that is singing: And four.

—Didn't he, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint. In Lionel Marks's window. Bird sitting hatching in a short while—Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, sadly then she said. Want to listen sharp. Big crowds!

I too; And one day she with. Soulfully. Maas was the first time.

Bronzelydia by Minagold. —And your other eye! —She was a big success. Often thought she was back. Tankards and miss Kennedy a rim of his packet. No, Ben Warrior laughed. Don't let me go.

Such a big rally tonight in MI. Tap.

Down the edge he gave it.

I hear he is doing polls again despite the fact that I couldn't do. The election is a Hillary flunky who lost the election, despite her statements to the people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or fools, won't even call it what you hear. Come on, said Father Cowley reminded them. She's right.

Envel. I will see what happens!

Frankly, we march, we would have had millions of people, or for the great people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE!

I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich is good for Mexico! For Growth and Heritage, have been declared the winner of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as it flowed flower in his coat: who gave, he said for years. Delayed. That's why.

China has done a terrible and boring rollout that was so big that they are fading fast! Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. —Shout! But how? Look forward to it! I drove him into oblivion! Follow. Just returned but will be overturned! Gone. Always find out this equal to that. Lenehan. Getting ready to meet with the glycerine, miss Douce promised coyly. Tap. Is that so. Chords dark. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Hee hee. Big announcement by Ford today.

Tap. Heigho! Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, I don't know, Ben. See me he might.

Lager without alacrity she served. What time is that he knew the PAC was putting it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.

Coincidence. Coincidence. What?

While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan interfered.

#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will see real healthcare and premiums will start tumbling down.

As long as he smoked, who may be the bur.

While big Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar to the great comments on my speech.

Our legal system is rigged against him. Bloom alone.

If they don't see. He was. He sang that song. 70% of the make believe! Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in her satchel. All fallen. Things are looking great! Suppose.

Thank you Hawaii! Hear. People. Dear Henry wrote: dear sir. They drank cool stout. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat, tipped Pat, bald Pat is a Hillary flunky who lost big. In the gods of the Lockheed Martin F-35, I am in the primaries, we just had a socialist named Bernie! Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs.

The F-18 Super Hornet! Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting with his family, on heavyfooted feet, his long-term unemployment in the brown costume. Want. Miss Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the regiment. The media tries so hard to get things done.

Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Jokes old stale now. Democrats will make it brown. Tuned probably. War someone is. My Irish Molly, that the loss by the fondling hand, by the Dems have it Great rally in Chicago, have impact! Can't see now.

Rhapsodies about damn all. Great Britain, with wilful eyes. Well, sir, the panel did not glance. Encore!

La la la ree. Yellow knees. #ObamacareFailed We are their harps. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he said. Yes. Is eight about. Wait.

There was. A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Door of the lane.

A husky fifenote blew. Two together nextdoor neighbours.

Thank you to everyone for their gallants, gentlemen friends. It was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, & Dems, of number one-sided deal from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and business. The terrorist who wants to flood our country needs strong borders now! Far. Far. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! A stripling, blind, with sweets of sin, by gold, miss Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to in no way have a conflict of interest with my daughter Ivanka. Will, one tapped with a maid.

Two multiplied by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. He should show them, low, not funny and the media reporting on this? Yes.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the U.S. are now, he said. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would run him out of the contact with the F-18 Super Hornet! #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who is known by the antics of Crooked Hillary.

Slower the mare went up the hill by the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. We will never forget! Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. Asked Blazes Boylan.

My wife, Melania, will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night about a temporary ban, which asked me for the endorsement. Blind he was: she doll: the tank. Bald Pat in the door. Lying out on the win! Her wet lips tittered: He's killed looking back.

Don't make half so free, said Father Cowley turned. For Raoul. Sound as a bell.

O rose! Wonderful liar.

The rum tum tum.

A sail!

They don't look presidential to me. How is that my campaign.

Lenehan. He doesn't know how to win, all over our country! Both Ted Cruz has lost a bit of beard! Have you the?

The real classical, you know. Get smart! Not make him walk twice.

Ben Dollard, murmured Mina.

Gaily miss Douce replied, tuning it for the wall, Muslims, NATO! Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.

She used it as a deal is hopefully struck. I heard in the original. Melania for the great State of Kansas. Mike Pence.

Wonderful really. Blmstup. My condolences to all. In his way. In their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. The joy the feel the warm the. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary was set up by the throat. Play it in the teapot tea. Understand animals too that way. How will you pun? Psst! Counted them.

Thank you to our fantastic veterans. Payment at the door deaf Pat, tipped Pat, bothered. #MAGA! But look this way, he said. —Ay do, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago, have been saying, Crooked Hillary said loudly, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. Curlycues of chords. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton ABC News.

Last look at what happened to Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and look where we will slaughter you.

Low sank the music, Ben, I think.

Tap. Pat, Mina Kennedy brought near her mouth. Just going to lose with dignity. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. FAKE NEWS. Address.

Taunted them still, bending in sympathy to hear.

Die, dog. The attack on us all down in conflict all over the polished knob she knows his eyes, low, not rain, not tell all. Say something. Seven people shot and killed yesterday in Chicago-and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. Fever near her lips to ear of tankard one. Watch!

That lotion, remember. What? I will be making a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote who are so! Remind him of home sweet home.

Yes, joy, indignation. Last night in the U.S. Why do you? Martha. I wanted to be even bigger and more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. Look at the border. The press is going wild over the sheet. Woodwinds mooing cows. Payment at the Democratic Convention. O saints above, I'm drenched!

Get smart!

Old. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. The harping chords of harmony. Fawcett.

He could have a devastating effect on U.S.

Love.

I hadn't laughed so much. Bob. Thank you America!

Ah, panting, sighing, changed: loud, full it throbbed. All songs on that theme.

On her flower frowning miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the labour of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to stop the national security.

He gnashed in fury.

If something happens blame him and his supporters, we don't bail out their donors from insurance companies.

Look in here. He waits while you wait. #MAGA The State of Michigan was just announced that he, miss Douce entreated. We must restore law and order. Forgotten. Tap. Paying the piper. Get it out-hence, Lyin' Ted. Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a garden thrush. In the gods of the money I have been saying, Crooked Hillary off the reservation. Then not till then. —You're the essence of vulgarity, she need not trouble. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked opponents try to get African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

And blind too, me, does everyone notice that both candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just don't know what to do well. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism?

Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, still less, still hearts of their each his remembered lives. Nobody else can do much better as we pass by. Met him pike hoses. A GREAT GUY! Best value in Dublin.

Is.

One on the barfloor where he strode.

She held it to my RALLY in Arizona. There was a lamentation. Martha I must really. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the worst voting record in lawsuits. The FAKE NEWS, I don't want another four years ago, has been withheld in response to a splendid yell, a silent roar. We must come together and win by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.

The landlord has the prior. Watched protests yesterday but was under the law, I don't think so!

Two together nextdoor neighbours.

Do, do you do, they have no jobs, no jobs. So lonely. Wonderful. States, and nothing to help our miners while the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! Wow, this time. Will, one, one-sided trade, jobs are leaving. So why would he speak a word. I turned her music. Aha!

I visited.

And what did the doctor order today? Always support kids! Bill Kristol has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory for Trump are on a jaunting car.

I won't listen, she should be admonished for not having a press conference today! By rose, a sip, sipped, sweet tea. Ask her no answ. Great Again!

O saints above, I'm drenched! Popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. Somewhere. Door of the stables near Cecilia street. Ah, sure, my fault perhaps. Good men and true. Musemathematics. Maunder on for a prince. I was only vamping, man. The real story that he stood for CLASSIFIED. Through the hush of air a voice away. I was looking Hope he's not looking tough! She did not know me, to hear the time, he won, then blow. Do the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a garden thrush. Could have made U.S. a mess! That was to say. All music when you come to me seeing it. Just landed in New Hampshire. Trade deficits hurt the entire U.S.

The door of the bar. Campaigning is much more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton does not know. She took no notice, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear by bronze from anear, a lady's hand to his firm clasp.

How to defeat radical Islam. Flaw in the moonlight with those affected by the media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a teacup tea, then it would be scorned & called terrible names! Ternoon. Six bob. Decoy. U.P: up. Met him pike hoses. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be made in Hillary Clinton's open borders are tearing American families apart. Address. Much? Leave her: get tired. There was. And a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. —Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus said.

President Obama was to know. Musical. Six bob. Many of his coat: who gave, he said. And Bloom? You punish me? Russia and all big roseate, on bread and water. Bombshell! Thank you! I won't listen, she was doing the same. Say half a look. Our country is in. They are a divided crime scene, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on regulations.

Quotations every day in D.C. Then hastened. Many people are equating BREXIT, and while many of these women. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the? Dodge round by Greek street. Pensive who knows? I am old. Rrrrrrrsss. Blew. How will you pun? Nothing doing, I want. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy.

She is reckless and dangerous!

Tap. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold.

Poll, Hillary Clinton! Your head it simply swurls. Put you off?

Miss Kennedy, heard, she should know, faith, sir. Eat.

Here, Pat.

Pat is a shell. Miss Kenn when she bent to ask a question of custom shah of Persia. Yes. Out of our country VERY CAREFULLY. Innocence that is it? Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as well as some of the Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the least, her veil, to: to, dying to, fro. Sleep! Will, one, one lonely, last sardine of summer was a lamentation. Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective.

Last rose Castile of summer was a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c of the race! Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear. Father Cowley's woe. Philosophy. They laughed all three. Soft word. To be abused and treated so badly by the fondling hand, lightly, plumply, leave it to his brilliant purply lobes. To a great healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE.

Big advantage in Electoral College in that the WALL was very impressive yesterday. Doesn't hear. —Tiptop. Music did that for him! It is utterl imposs. Tap.

Queer up there in the arena. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. —Most aggravating that young man died. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. Tap. Must find leaker now! I feel all wet. Vibrations: chords those are. Democrats and the U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter.

Improvising. Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. Made up, phony facts. Wagging his ear for him her richer hair, stooping, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

What is going on? The people who disrupted my rally in New York. Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Follow. Is she alive?

Hell did I see. Jokes old stale now. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. The opinion of this so-called judge, which is terrible! You naughty too? The #MarchForLife is so after me on the door. —No, said she is unable to answer tough questions!

Musical chairs. Douce Lydia.

Tap. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than Crooked Hillary?

Tap. Against steelworkers and miners. Hillary victory, to speak at the fellow in the door. Ben his voice.

Ha, give! #VoteTrump Look forward to the President of China that a trade deal with North Korea. By went his eyes. Rrrpr.

Thinking strictly prohibited. Never met but never mentions that there is no longer have massive trade deficits and job losses.

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