#if I have to vote lark at being the best one to deal with their trauma

[weird-unlimited-ramblings]

Mark my words, I won’t vote Sparrow in any positive poll until he talks to his son.

[terrific-fish]

Ok so this post made me think about the s2 dads and their classes and I had a super sick idea for Sparrow and when I thought of it, I didn’t even grasp how cool it was. Hear me out. Divine Soul Sorcerer. 

Explanation under the cut, but Tl;dr: Sparrow’s characterization leads him to be a healer, but unwise. His bloodline is magic, and with the DSS being able to manifest wings, it’s a good middleground between Henry’s powers and Normal’s. It also allows for Thematic Shenanigans.

Sparrow grew up to be, shall we say, not great. He wishes that his kid was fundamentally different than who he is, and makes strides to change him. He expressly forbade Normal to retain memories of a code purple, should one happen, even though Normal would want to remember it, no matter how horrible it was. This... isn’t wisdom.

If we look at Sparrow dealing with Regressed Lark, in how he persuaded Lark to get in the calzone, it shows that he has an understanding of How People Work. While there isn’t enough evidence in the podcast, I’ll argue that Sparrow became the mediator in his household for a very long time. He knows how to honey his words to Normal so they don’t sound as cruel as they are. This makes me feel like he has high charisma. If not high charisma, than at least higher than his wisdom.

Sparrow seems to see himself as a nurturer. He wants what’s best (in his eyes) for Normal. Of all of the s2 dads, I’d vote him most likely to be a medic primarily. He is one of 3 people with a continued attachment to magic (I’m sorry Terry, you don’t count rn), with Lark being one (and he’d want to distance himself from it bc Henry) and Nick (a demon, hell demon) being the other. Given that D.A.D.D.I.E.S hasn’t collapsed, there’s definitely a healer, and I think it’s Sparrow.

So for charisma healers, we have Bards, Celestial Warlock, and Divine Soul Sorcerer. I’m gonna go ahead and say he’s not a bard. Celestial Warlock is possible, but I don’t think that, with the Doodler around, anyone would risk reaching out to a deity. What with the whole, What Do You Do When Your Arm Itches thing.

Divine Soul Sorcerer though??? It’s a sorcerer, so the Power’s Been In You All Along. His grandmother Autumn seemed to be a Cleric, so he could be favored from her deity. But... we could also be thinking about the Doodler.

Imagine for me, Sparrow deciding to learn magic. Maybe from his grandmother, maybe from his father, heck, maybe Mercedes. And he goes to cast cure wounds. He thinks he could do it. He feels it in his chest that he could. But he fails, and casts Inflict Wounds instead, because of the Doodler still tainting his veins. Sparrow almost seems to have a holier-than-thou attitude, especially when it comes to Normal. What if that was a defense mechanism. He MUST believe he’s right and be in control, so his loved ones aren’t hurt. He’s tricked himself into believing he’s a Divine Soul, but his power doesn’t come from benevolence, and he knows it, and it terrifies him.

Past the emotional nitty-gritty, the class is a good middle ground between Druid and Cleric, his father’s and son’s classes. Druids can wildshape into animals, and Clerics are straight casters (in my experience, which is little). At lvl14, Divine Soul Sorcerers gain the ability to manifest wings. They’re a caster, with a thematic animal element. It says that the wings’ aesthetic changes based on the alignment of the deity providing your powers, but that’s a dumb dumb rule (until it isn’t). Instead of Eagle=good and lawful, Bat=evil and chaotic, we have them reflect Sparrow’s inner turmoil. When things are calm and Sparrow feels in control of himself, the wings are healthy sparrow wings. When doubt fills his head, the wings appear rotten or static-y, revealing where his powers come from.

I think it would add a good amount of depth to the twins’ relationship. Lark understands himself to be the worst. He doesn’t necessarily put Sparrow on a pedestal, but he thinks that everyone else does, and he accepts that Sparrow would deserve the accolades, even if he’s bitter about it.

Meanwhile. Sparrow is hiding what he truly is. The world views him more highly than the twin he loves.  If everyone knew his magic was tainted, he’d sink. And with Lark holding on to him like a balloon, if it popped, Lark would fall too. He has to defend his family and keeping his connection to the Doodler a secret is the best way to do it.

[goodboylupin]

Operation Puppy Love

For my second entry to the Candy Hearts Challenge (which will only hand out hearts for another three days, so get one while you can)! My prompt was PUPPY LOVE. Thanks once again to @bethansfandoms and @kattlupin for beta’ing.

“Ugh,” Sirius grimaced at the leash in James’s hand. “Is this not degrading enough without having to wear such a butt ugly leash?”

James made a harrumphing noise of disagreement. “Red nylon is a classic. And this is exactly what we became Animagi for, remember?”

“It really is outrageous just how raw my end of the deal turned out,” Sirius complained. “You get an adorable puppy to charm all the girls and I end up with a ‘pet' stag? How is that fair?”

“We become what we become, Pads,” James said with a shrug. “I can’t help that I’m such a majestic spirit that it carried over into my other form. You know if it ever manages to come in handy I’ll be there helping you in a heartbeat.”

Sirius did know. Huffing a sigh, he melted into his dog body and let James slide a simple leather collar onto his neck.

“There’s a good grim,” James cooed. “Who’s my good demon dog?”

Padfoot growled.

*~*~*

Fuck, Padfoot thought as he took a detour from the halfhearted game of fetch James had engaged him in to roll down a gentle slope of grass, but this is taking so long.

Truthfully, Sirius had never really believed that he would have to use his Animagus form for this reason.

It had started off as a lark, the decision to learn the transformation, when James and Sirius were in junior high. While attending their own locally elite prep school, they had learned of the great Wizarding school of Uagadou and its world-renowned Transfiguration program, in which students were guided through the Animagus process in their early teens.

It had started off as a lark, but fuelled by hubris and hormones, it became something much more: how impressive would it be for James and Sirius to learn and successfully complete the Animagus transformation entirely on their own, without a helping hand from any adult? (More specifically: James had seen how the pretty scholarship student Lily Evans practically swooned at the video of the tall, handsome boy who grinned toothily at the camera before throwing his head back and morphing into a powerful leopard, and decided he could somehow evoke that reaction himself even if Lily never showed him anything but disdain when he grinned at her.)

A few mere hours of research later, common sense kicked in. To undergo the Animagus process without proper permits and licensing, while underage, was very illegal, and therefore not something they could very well brag about.

But then the hubris and hormones won out, or more accurately, teenage bullheadedness did. James and Sirius had got the idea into their heads, and so it would be done — if for no other reason, then for their own satisfaction. Besides, they reasoned, dogs were by far the most common animal for American wizards, and having a preternaturally smart, friendly dog could never be anything but an asset when trying to win over a pretty girl, right?

Then James had turned out to be a fucking elk, and they had both turned out handsome, smart, funny and charming enough that they didn’t need to rely on any other gimmicks, so it really did end up being something they saw through for solely their own satisfaction.

At least until college, that was.

See, the thing about achieving the absolute pinnacle of practical Transfiguration before you were old enough to vote was that it really took the mystique out of the subject. That was why James Potter and Sirius Black, known prodigies at the subject, had shocked all their classmates and counsellors when they chose not to pursue it in their post-secondary studies.

Granted, James Potter and Sirius Black were brilliant at every subject, but there had always been a special sparkle to their Transfiguration.

They had instead decided to major in Potions, and while it was never the best subject for either of them, they handily gained admission to the most exclusive program in the country for it: the far-flung Stanfield, in sunny California.

Their families had been supportive of the move, because the Potters were supportive of everything James did and because the Blacks, while they would have preferred Sirius continue the family tradition of Ilvermorny for undergrad or at least another Snakewood League school, still agreed Stanfield was sufficiently brag-worthy, even if it was, much to their distaste, on the West coast.

(But make no mistake, his mother had warned, holding his chin so tight her impeccably manicured thumb left a crescent in his skin, you are in for a reckoning if you do not get into Ilvermorny Law. And I’d rather not have to donate another building for you to do it, darling.)

Sirius should have expected Lily Evans. While he’d not kept up with her comings and goings after she and her family moved to Ohio the summer after eighth grade, it was clear even back then that she was a tour de force at Potions. He should have expected that she’d attend Stanfield.

In his defence, however, Sirius did not think anyone would have foreseen James Potter’s regression to the obnoxious, bumbling middle schooler he had once been as soon as he was reintroduced to her presence. Gone was the winsome, popular young man he had been for every other girl he’d dated the last four years, and suddenly James was a gormless fool who could not string together two sentences without inadvertently offending Lily. And perish the thought of James Potter thinking about any girl other than Lily when she was in his proximity!

So it was that Sirius was called upon to fulfil his best friend duties by acting as man’s best friend. Reconnaissance (social media stalking) had revealed to James that Lily worked at a local Magbob coffee shop, so he planned to ‘run into her’ as she took her customary post-work stroll through the park, with Padfoot in hand to act as social lubricant.

“Padfoot,” James called. When Padfoot returned to him, he hooked the ugly red leash back onto the collar and gave him a pat on the head. “I see a redhead in the distance. Operation Puppy Love is a go,” he whispered.

James stood straight and began strutting with his chest puffed out, whistling a jaunty tune.

Padfoot rolled his eyes as best he could in this body and trotted alongside him.

James’s steps faltered for a moment, and Padfoot looked up to see that Lily was not alone.

Padfoot couldn’t really assess human attractiveness the way Sirius could, but even he could tell the other boy was pretty. He was slender, a few inches taller than Lily herself, and had the bluest eyes Padfoot had ever seen, vivid even to dog eyes. He looked down at Padfoot and smiled sunnily, and Padfoot felt his tail begin to wag.

“Lily, my dear!” James greeted, emboldened by the reminder of Sirius’s presence. “Top of the morning to you!”

What the fuck, Sirius thought, Are we British now? Is that what’s happening?

Lily blinked at him. An awkward silence stretched on. “Hello, James,” she finally said, flatly. She looked down at Padfoot and wrinkled her nose.

“Now where are my manners!” James cried, now sounding vaguely Georgian, and pressing the palm of his free hand to his head. “This is my dog, Padfoot! He’s very friendly, aren’t you, boy?”

Padfoot barked once for yes.

“Would you like to pet him?”

“No thank you,” Lily refused. She lifted a cone of ice cream to her lips and gave it a short lick. “I’m more of a cat person.”

“Oh, me too, actually,” James agreed, finally back to his normal crisp Midatlantic accent.

“Then… why did you get a dog?” Lily asked.

“Oh, well, he,” James stuttered, shifting his weight between his feet. “He’s a rescue!” he finally decided. “Yeah, they were gonna put him down. He’s so big, you know? It’s expensive as hell to keep this guy fed and most people were a little terrified of him because he’s sort of monstrous looking in the face.”

Wow. Wow. Fuck you too, James.

“Aww, no! Don’t say that,” the boy protested. He shoved his own ice cream cone into Lily’s hand and squatted down, holding out a closed fist in front of Padfoot’s nose. “You’re the beautifulest boy in the whole world,” he promised.

No, you, Padfoot thought now that he got to see the boy up close. His hair — Padfoot still couldn’t tell the colour — was an artfully messy halo of almost-curls that fell around those big blue eyes, which held an incredible depth of kindness. His thin lips were a perfect cupid’s bow that made Padfoot desperately wish to turn back to Sirius so he could kiss them, Animagus laws (and possibly the International Statute of Secrecy) be damned.

He tamped down on that desire and instead took the affection that was offered, stepping forward to sniff the hand.

Immediately, Padfoot was hit with a wave of what Sirius could only describe as euphoria, and which Padfoot could only describe as GOOD.

This boy’s hand was the most incredible thing Padfoot had ever smelled in his life. The first whiff was simple sugar and vanilla, but when Padfoot breathed again it was something indescribable. It was pine needles and fresh mulch and perfumed darkness and silvery moonlight and something else, something that was at once reassuringly safe and ferociously wild.

The hand moved away to dig into the thick fur of Padfoot’s ruff, and it felt incredible, but Sirius hardly cared. He needed more of that scent.

Padfoot surged forward — and perhaps he was too forceful, if James’s shouts and Lily’s startled cry were anything to go by, but the boy giggled as he was knocked clear on his back, so Sirius figured it was fine — and pushed his snout into the crook of the boy’s neck, skimming up to the corner of his jaw. The scent was even more potent there, and the boy was stroking over Padfoot’s sides in a way he’d never experienced before but now decided was the method he liked best.

“I guess you are a monster,” the boy gasped between laughter. “A great big cuddle monster!”

Oh, he was beautiful and punny. This boy was perfect.

Padfoot gave him a thank you lick, which brought with it the absolute revelation that somehow the boy tasted even better than he smelled. Padfoot decided he was never moving from this spot.

Alas, it was not to be, for James, the traitor, chose that moment to tug at Padfoot’s leash. “All right, boy,” James said, sounding strained. He forced an awkward, breathy laugh. “I think that’s quite enough.”

Padfoot whined but did not resist when James took hold of his collar and gently pulled him away.

“I am so sorry about him,” James apologized. “He’s never done that before.”

Padfoot sat down and gave his friendliest doggie grin, tongue lolling out from the side.

“It’s all right,” the boy assured. He stood back and rather uselessly swept the backs of his thighs with his hands, as if that would do anything for the grass stains on his pants. “I get that a lot,” he said with an odd little smile, like there was some inside joke he didn’t understand.

Padfoot wanted to be in on the joke, on every joke, wanted to share a million new ones with this boy so he could share the secret smiles too.

The boy glanced back at Lily, then did a double take. The smile melted off his face. “My ice cream!” he cried in dismay.

Lily, now holding two mostly eaten cones, shrugged. “It was melting,” she explained, without a spot of shame.

The boy pouted. Padfoot barked at James, trying to communicate that he ought to buy the boy a new ice cream. Then they could all sit together and the boy would probably give ear scritches and let Padfoot rest his head on the boy’s thigh.

“You work at the ice cream parlour, Remus,” Lily insisted. “This was your third cone of the day. You only got it because you insist on eating all the orders you get wrong.”

Remus — his name was Remus! His name was Remus and he worked at the ice cream parlour, of course he worked at the ice cream parlour, he looked exactly like the sort of person to work at an ice cream parlour — heaved a great sigh. “Maybe so,” he conceded.

“I have a cheese croissant in my bag if you want,” Lily offered. “It’s only mostly stale.”

“I’d like that.”

Lily pulled a white paper bag out of the pocket of her bag and tossed it to him. He caught it easily and gave her a two finger salute. “Ah, I’ve got a study group,” he said, looking down at his wristwatch. “See you tomorrow, Lils. It was nice to finally meet you, James!” He bent down to rub a palm over the top of Padfoot’s head. “And I especially hope to see you again, Padfoot!” With that, he left.

“I’ve gotta jet too,” Lily rushed out. “Okay, bye!”

James and Padfoot meandered over the hill to a secluded spot behind some bushes where Sirius immediately shifted back and ripped off the leash.

“Did you see that? Did you hear that!?” James asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet and grinning from ear to ear. “He was so glad to finally meet me! That means she talks about me! And then she blushed!”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s all great,” Sirius agreed. “But can we talk about Remus?”

“Yeah, that was not cool, man,” James scolded, suddenly sobered. “Why were you all over him like that?”

Sirius clapped a hand on James’s shoulder and looked him square in the eye. “Because he smells like a sexy avenging angel, James, and I am going to marry that boy. We’re adding a second leg to Operation Puppy Love.”

[everlark-your-own-adventure]

Powder Keg - Ch 3

Happy Monday, Everlarkers! Last week’s episode of EYOA’s Powder Keg left our Katniss with a dilemma - call in Grumpy Gale on his day off, or spend an entire day with archnemesis Peeta, who somehow broke her heart.

You chose for Katniss to throw caution to the wind and spend the day with Peeta. What happens next? Our own @burkygirl continues the drama (hang on to your hats, kids, this one’s a doozy!)

As always, you have 48 hours to vote, until noon, Wednesday, November the 22nd. Remember, vote in the comments or reblogs, not in the tags! And as always, share with your friends, more voices = more fun! Ready? Here we go…

The door to the staff room slams behind me as I storm away. I have got to get some fresh air. I need to be alone for 10 seconds or I’m going to scream. Fucking Johanna. She might as well have stuffed us into a get-along shirt like a couple of bratty kids. And what kind of choice is that anyway? As if I’m going to drag Gale up here on his day off to deal with a bunch of kids just because Dickwad is doing a tap dance on my very last nerve. That's not fair to Gale. He works two jobs to help his mom take care of his brothers and sisters and this is the only day he gets to sleep in. And anyway, I definitely don't need him running up here and trying to save me.

The cold air slices through my lungs the minute I step outside. I close my eyes and breathe deeply; each sharp, frosty inhale forcing the red haze just a little bit farther away. When I’m calm, I go back inside and find Peeta in the staff room packing up his gear to go home for the day.

“What are you doing?”

His expression is flat, emotionless as he methodically packs his bag. “What does it look like? I’m obviously not going to get any work here today. I might as well go home and help Dad at the bakery if I’m going to work for free.”

My attempt at another calming breath comes out like an impatient huff instead. “We have a class, like, any minute.”

His eyes snap to mine. “You didn’t call Hawthorne?”

I throw myself in a scruffy armchair that must have gotten dragged in here when it was no longer presentable for the guest area. “No. I am not going to do that to Gale on his day off. Just stay away from me, Mellark, and it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know how I’m going to do that if we’re supposed to work together all day.” Peeta runs his fingers through his hair until it’s standing on end. “I just don’t get why we can’t be friends, Katniss. We used to be, or at least, I thought we were. I don’t understand why you’re so determined to hate my guts.”

“Are you kidding me right now? You completely humiliated me and you don’t even remember it?”

He leans against his locker with a puzzled grimace painted on his features. “No. Elaborate.”

I don’t - I can’t - answer that. Three years later, the wound is still too raw. I’ll cry or kill him. Neither option is acceptable so I jump out of my chair and go back outside to wait for the kids.

The worst, most painful part of all of this is that he can't even recall what he did to me.

Three years ago, I thought Peeta and I were well on our way to being a couple.

Nearly every morning, he’d greet me on the slopes, his eyes as bright and blue as the sky behind him. We’d spend the day carving up the slopes, skiing in and out of each other’s turns just like he did today. We drank hot chocolate in the lodge while we warmed our toes by the fire, Peeta’s arm thrown over my shoulders. I’d laugh at his corny jokes and tell stories about the time I spent here with my dad. Some nights, we’d stay for night skiing and we’d fly down the mountain together, the snow beneath us a sparkling carpet of sugar as we whooshed along under the glow of the lights. Then Peeta would drive me home and we’d listen to classic rock as we bumped down the mountain.

Gale tried to warn me about him. He said I was reading too much into Peeta’s friendly gestures, that he was a player and I needed to be careful. Gale had been hinting at wanting to be more than friends with me for awhile, so I just brushed it off. I told him he didn’t know Peeta, that he wouldn’t do that to me.

A few days before Christmas, Peeta and I were lingering in the warmth of his truck, listening to tunes and reliving the best parts of our day when he turned toward me and his crooked smile grew serious.

“You’re a really great girl, Katniss,” he said, and then his gaze flicked away. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and his thumb drummed on the steering wheel.

“Thanks,” I managed to choke out. “I like hanging out with you too.” The drumming stopped and Peeta reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. My pulse skittered as his fingers trailed along my jaw. I stirred in my seat, my body yearning to close the space between us. As if of a will of its own, my chin lifted and I admired the way the dashboard lights made him look like he’d been sculpted from marble.

His lips were firm and warm when they met mine and my body melted beneath them. His fingers threaded through my hair tugging me closer and I gasped in response, giving him the chance to capture my bottom lip between his own. My hands flew up to his shoulders, enjoying their strength and revelling in the warmth of his presence and the spicy goodness of his cologne. He tasted of chocolate and cinnamon and it made me greedy for more. I welcomed his tongue as it slipped past my lips, sliding against mine, twisting around it before flicking across the roof of my mouth and backing away, forcing me to chase it into the warm darkness of its cave where I plundered its depths.

A light flickered on the front porch of the house and Peeta dragged his lips away, framing my face in his hands and lowering his forehead against mine.

“I think someone is sending us a signal,” he panted. “I should let you go inside.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Peeta pressed his lips against my forehead and then climbed out of his truck. While he got my skis out of the back, I pulled the rest of my gear from the cab. He carried my skis to the door and then a shy smile crossed his face. “Did you hear about the party in the dorms at the lodge tomorrow night? The instructors have been inviting some of the guests our age. Are you going?”

I’d heard about it. Gale had asked me to go with him. I’d said no. Parties weren’t exactly my scene, especially with the out of town ski instructors, but with Peeta at my side, it might be worth my time.

“Yeah, I think so.”

His smile turned to a grin and he bent down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll see you then,” then he turned back to his truck, his hands stuffed into his pockets. I went inside and, ignoring the questioning looks from my mother, headed straight to my room.

When I arrived at the party the next night, it was in full swing. The air was filled with smoke and the clinking of bottles as people relaxed to the music. I scanned the room for faces I knew. Johanna, not yet a manager, was wrapped around a hulking blonde instructor named Gloss. A guy named Finnick had his head in the lap of a shy girl whose name, I think, was Annie. Gale was scowling in a corner, his beer clutched in his fist. And in the middle of it all was Peeta, his arm wrapped around another girl our age named Bristel who was snuggled up beside him. A wave of emotions crashed over me, extinguishing any flame I might have been tending for Peeta. It was a potent brew, a blend of humiliation and disappointment. Tears threatened and I bit down on my lip so that I didn’t give them both a piece of my mind.

I stood there, waiting for him to notice my arrival. When his gaze fell upon me, he gave me a wave and returned to his conversation with her. I’d been dismissed. Clearly, the night before had just been a lark, something to do because he was bored. He was a jerk. An ass. A party-barge-sized douche.

My thoughts were swirling so fast I heard nothing as I walked out, starting back for my mother’s car that I’d borrowed for the evening. As I sat in the dark trying not to cry, I heard a tap at the window. Gale needed a ride home. I told him to get in and we drove back to town in silence.

I never spoke to Peeta after that night and to this day, Gale has never so much as offered me an “I told you so.”

My dismay when I heard Peeta and I would be both hanging around the instructor’s lounge this winter was almost too much to bear. I was going to have to deal with him everyday, just to have a shot at this sweet job that is double what anything else pays in town. And now we have to spend all day teaching a bunch of nine-year-olds to ski? My life sucks sweaty balls.

The bus rumbles up the road and I can see the kids bouncing up and down in their seats. The door opens wide and they all pile out, jabbering away at the top of their lungs.

A young teacher is the last to disembark. She makes her way to me and shakes my hand with a smile.

“I’m Madge Undersee,” she says, “and this is my class. As you can see, we’re very excited.”

“Katniss,” I tell her. “Welcome to Mt. Mockingjay.”

“And I’m Peeta,” says my nemesis, who has appeared beside me, and I watch as Madge falls under his spell. She giggles. Giggles! It’s disgusting.

“We’re your instructors for the day.” He turns to me. “Shall we get started?”

At my nod, Madge claps her hands and calls out to her students who soon fall into silence.

When they are quiet, I speak up, unwilling to let Peeta establish himself as the leader for the day.

“Welcome to Mt. Mockingjay,” I say to the wriggling masses. “I’m Katniss and this is Peeta. We’re going to get you on skis in a bit, but first we have to go over some rules. These are for your safety and-”

And just like that, they’ve tuned me out and returned to talking to each other. A sharp, “Class!” from their teacher brings them back in line.

Peeta holds up his orange helmet. “This is your brain bucket,” he calls out and the kids laugh. “You put it on before you put on your skis and you don’t take it off until you take your skis off. Got it?”

Twenty-two heads nod.

“Peeta and I are your teachers today,” I tell them. “No one leaves the bunny hill until we say you’re ready.” A couple of boys in the back of the crowd roll their eyes.

Beside me, Peeta clears his throat. “But we know you all can do it and even if you don’t get down a big hill today you’ll learn enough today that you might be able to do it next time.”

Ugh. He’s so good at this stuff. It makes me crazy. I’m the one who’s been practically raising a kid since I was one myself and with a cheesy grin and a bad joke, he's won them over.

It’s a bit like the way my dad used to handle his students, which annoys me further.

“Are we allowed to have snowboards?” pipes up one of the eye rollers.

I look to the teacher who gives a slight nod. The potential for a clear division of labour emerges.

So now I’ve got a choice to make. I can divide them up, boarders and skiers, and cross my fingers that they won’t all choose boards just to hang out with Peeta, or we can go with them to get their equipment and test them together.

One option means Peeta and I each have a separate class to teach today, lowering the risk of a blow-up. It also means I run the risk of having his success compared to mine, again, when I’m already in serious jeopardy of losing this job.

What should I do?

[robininthelabyrinth]

Heatwave for President

Fic: Heatwave for President (ao3 link)

Fandom: Flash, DC's Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: Mick Rory will go down in history for being the first person to start his campaign for President of the United States by saying, "I really don't want to do this, but seriously, look at my opponent."

A/N: Birthday present for @oneiriad! Happy birthday!

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"Do you have any regrets about the process?" the reporter asks as they all stare at the giant television showing the projected results as the exit polls start trickling in from the states. "Anything you would change?"

"What kind of question is that?" Iris mutters under her breath.

Mick - to whom the question had been directed - hums for a moment. "I think - the time travel," he says. "That bit. Wouldn't do it."

The reporter frowns. "But wasn't it your association with the, quote, 'Legends of Tomorrow' that originally propelled you on your current path towards politics and, eventually, your present run for President?"

"Yeah," Mick says glumly. "Exactly."

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Technically, it's a bit more complicated than that.

First, of course, there was the Flash. Everything always starts there - oh, shut up with your stupid 'Green Arrow was first' bullcrap, no one cares that he was first because he was just some weird serial killing vigilante to start off with, and anyway barely anyone outside of Starling (Star City, whatever) knew about it - because it was by watching the Flash's epic battles with what have come, retrospectively, to be known as his "Rogues" that Mick first became famous. He even had his own action figure, which most people running for president could only imagine happening in relation to political satire.

Of course, back then they called him Heatwave.

Then Snart - that's Captain Cold to you, reporter - had the bright idea of hooking up with some time travelers for a lark. Mick hadn't thought much of the idea at the time, even tried to quit a few times - quit with prejudice, one might say, and there'd been that whole Kronos business that you're not finding out any more about, the news media already knows more than Mick would like on the subject - and it hadn't taken.

And then Snart died.

Yes, Mick is perfectly aware that Snart's back now, but for a while there he'd been absolutely and totally convinced that he was gone for good (he was dead - how was Mick supposed to know that it hadn't fully taken?!) and it'd been pretty shattering.

That was the period with the Legends. Saving history, fucking up history, all of that.

Yes, that's when he met Georgie Washington. Stop asking about it. Mick's already told you all he knows.

No, he refuses to go get him for the Inauguration, should it happen! The guy didn't even like politics towards the end of it! Leave Georgie alone!

Okay, maybe a dinosaur. Mick makes no promises.

Well, yeah. He guesses it would be pretty cool to ride to the White House on a dinosaur. You might have a point there.

Anyway, where was he? Oh, right, the Legends. Anyway, when the first alien attack came - the Dominators - Mick was there with the Legends. It was a state secret and all that at the time; that's when he got a pardon for everything he'd previously been involved with. Very hush-hush, though how the pres was planning on keeping the details of how a nation- or world-wide invasion was defeated a secret is anyone's guess. Sure, keep it a secret from the American media, that's one thing, but those British tabloids are vicious weasels that will stop at nothing.

Okay, yeah, Mick taking a selfie with a downed Dominator and posting it to Instagram - instantly making it one of the only good pictures anyone had of the damn things, which were resistant to being recorded on any type of media unless you did some special adjustments to the settings, like, say, the sort Gideon did automatically when upgrading their camera phones, and by sheer scarcity thereby became famous worldwide as the definitive Dominator photo - probably didn't help with the whole secrecy thing.

Hell yeah Mick's going to put a copy of that in the White House if he wins, you kidding? That picture won photo of the year, and that was the year of the solar eclipse, so it had some pretty stiff competition.

Anyway, yeah, that's how Mick's rep started shifting from supervillain to - you know what, let's just avoid any use of the terms 'superhero' (Mick is not) or 'hero' (also not).

Good guy?

Ugh. Fine. Out of lack of better options.

Anyhoo, that's when the buzz started, y'know? A couple of pranksters - whose names shall remain nameless but who know exactly who they are, Barry Allen and Cisco Ramon - uh, that last part's off the record - anyway, these fucking assholes decided to start up a fake Super PAC called 'Heatwave for President'.

Yeah, Mick knows it was just meant as a contrast to the current incumbent. Sort of a "if this idiot can become president, why not Heatwave the famous supervillain" sort of deal. Mick's cool with that. It was a funny joke and, yeah, the incumbent was worse than useless. You'd think getting the job when your predecessor was shot by aliens would give them the sympathy vote, at least for a bit, but wow did they blow it. Who the fuck tries to kill health care for kids as their first official push in action? Seriously, who?

Yeah, you can definitely write that down. “Mick Rory still ticked off about asshole move”. Honestly, just keep that handy for copy-paste purposes, it’s probably going to be relevant a lot in the future.

What? No, Mick hadn’t thought about running for office as far back as the whole joke Super PAC thing. Mick was traveling through space and time at that time. Keep your chronology straight. If Mick can do it – and, again, not to over-emphasize this, but do you know how hard it is to keep track of time on a time-traveling spaceship? – then you can do it when you've got your feet firmly set down on planet earth in a consistent timeline.

So yeah, things were going along that way, Mick with the Legends, going around, doing shit, messing shit up, fighting with people. The whole thing wasn't exactly all sunshine and roses, but they did well enough. Well, they managed to keep the timeline more or less intact, at least.

No, you wouldn’t know it if they’d failed. Time doesn’t work that way.

No, the current incumbent isn’t a result of a horrific failure by time travelers to prevent an evil catastrophe from –

Huh. You know what, Mick’s not going to give a definitive answer on that one. Just assume that if the Legends had failed, things would be even worse.

No comment on North Korea. Just – no comment. Ever.

Yes, ever.

The Legends are on it, okay?!

Not the point Mick was trying to get at here. More what he was trying to get at is – Len. Snart. Captain Cold.

Fuck it, Mick's just calling him Len for the rest of this interview -

Yes, thank you Len, your commentary that you are “always the point” is incredibly helpful here.

Fucking drama queens.

Anyway.

That's about when it turns out (or rather, when they all discover) that Len didn’t, in fact, die – or maybe he did, and it got reversed, or something like that – and he ended up in a different universe. Fighting Nazis.

Listen, if there’s one thing that Mick’s going to take a permanent never-gonna-change-it-no-matter-what-new-evidence-appears-no-matter-what position on, it’s gonna be Nazis. Mick fucking hates Nazis.

Yes, neo-Nazis count.

Yes, they have a First Amendment right to free speech, meaning no government oppression.

Yes, Mick realizes that means he’ll have to stop punching them all the time if he gets elected President. It’s okay. He’s sure that some fine, upstanding people will take up the slack and keep on the good work for him.

Listen, if Super PACs are “sufficiently unrelated” to a presidential campaign to raise money on behalf of some asshole – and yes, Mick’s counting himself here – then the Nazi-Punching Party which endorsed Mick and which he may or may not go to regular meetings of is “sufficiently unrelated” for the purposes of government oppression of free speech. You get me?

Fine, Mick will probably stop attending meetings.

Probably.

Len can still go, though, right?

See, Lenny, you can still go. Bring a goddamn camera.

Fuck, being President is going to be no fun at all. Why is he doing this again?

Oh, right, because the World’s Worst Caricature is running for office and the Legends and Gideon have all agreed that letting that guy get elected would literally mean the end of the world. That’s it, kaput, no more history, everyone’s all back to using sticks to write in the dirt again – what weird mutated creatures are left over anyway.

Ugh.

Trust Mick, you don't want to see the things Mick has seen. It's bad.

Mick would like it known that he does not approve of things going in a political drama-slash-mutated creature sort of way. Sci-fi was always more Len’s things. Mick prefers ninjas.

Yeah, that meeting with Tokyo’s Prime Minister went awesomely, why do you ask?

Shut up, Len. There was some discussion of policy; it wasn’t all about what classic ninja movie was the best. Though the last five hours were definitely all movie marathon. Not gonna lie.

Where was he?

Right, Len. Fighting Nazis. Terrible nearly world-ending invasion of the present Earth by the Nazi forces of that Earth, including the superhero and meta equivalents, repelled only by the combined forces of basically everybody.

Len and Mick teamed up to save the day, just like old times.

Okay, old times, they teamed up to steal things. Basically the same thing.

Listen, Nazis from another dimension invaded. That trumps everything.

For anyone other than the current incumbent, anyway. Fuckhead.

Yes, that’s on the record.

What? What the fuck is “Presidential decorum”? Listen, you, unlike you, Mick’s actually met George Washington, and if you think that every three words he uttered wasn’t some variation of ‘fuck’, ‘shit’, or ‘damn’, then that’s just because you’re reading the cleaned up history version. He was a soldier. And before he was a soldier, he was a surveyor, which as far as Mick can tell means “walked out into the forest with a compass and came back out hating bears”, and if that doesn’t make a man swear, then nothing will.

No comment on whether or not Mick hooked up with him.

Just give up. You’re never going to get a comment.

So while everybody else was being scared shitless at how the Nazis from another dimension – and yeah, Mick’s perfectly aware that the usual term is “another Earth”, but fuck it, “another dimension” sounds like a crappy 1950s sci-fi “Attack of the Killer Tomatoes” and makes Len grin every time, so Mick’s sticking with it – were invading, especially when they got all the white supremacists on this Earth to join up with them, taking advantage of all those so-easy gun laws to arm up into an actual local army, the current incumbent decided to throw a temper tantrum because the attention wasn’t 100% focused on them for five fricking minutes.

Also, Mick’s pretty sure they’re actually not-so-secretly a Nazi supporter. All that talk of cooperating and seeing what they have to say and how they were “good people” – total fucking crap, obviously. That asshole was probably disappointed when Mick and Len had their Moment of Awesome sending them all back to where they came, right into the trap Len’d been setting up with the other resistance forces on that Earth.

Either way, as everyone knows, as soon as the Nazis were gone, the next thing the current incumbent decided to do was push a horrible law outlawing any metahumans – and they defined metahumans in the stupidest possible way, and all because they wanted it to cover people who actually didn’t have any powers like Len and Mick, which didn’t even make sense – and trying to make Earth-1 full on fascist.

Yeah, fascist. They put lots of fancy words and stuff – no, that’s not right, their speechwriters put fancy words and stuff around it, but that law was – is – fucking dystopia nightmare fuel right there, okay?

Listen, Mick literally has someone from 2042 going around and testifying to how awful that law makes literally everything. What more evidence do you fucking need?

So, yeah. Horrible future. World's Worst Caricature running for office, almost certain to pass it if they get in.

And that means -

Someone was gonna have to man up (woman up? non-gender up? human up? wait, is the last one specieist?) to stop it.

Now, you’d think the other party would do something about that, wouldn’t they? But noooo, they decide to shoot themselves in the foot by nominating some old geezer taking a hard line about how everything’s going to change now that everyone’s “together” – never mind the details, togetherness is what’s important, right guys? the movement's gonna fix everything! because it's a revolution! of feelings! Of all the dumbass hippie-dippie crap... – and coming up with increasingly more stupid ideas that wouldn't work. Doesn't matter, of course, Mick was all set to vote for the fucker anyway, along with everyone else, just to keep Worst Caricature outta office, but no. See, then, three fucking months before the election, the asshole gets found out to be corrupt as fuck! Except he won’t resign and let anyone else run! And his fanboys have made their way into the levers of power, so the party can’t kick him out, either! And all the goddamn ballots have already gone to the printers!

That’s how this whole thing really got started, you know. Three fucking months, and the only other person who’d been entered to run for President in all 50 states before the deadline passed is – you guessed – Heatwave for President.

Fucking hell.

At the time, the entire freaking organization was being run by the people who now make up Mick’s circle of advisors – Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, and Iris West – because they’d all thought it was freaking funny or something, and everyone suddenly had to change gears real fast to try to make it into an actual thing.

Not that anyone thought it would work. You know, they just thought - might as well give it a try. Can't just roll over and give in; gotta go for the Hail Mary pass if that's all that's left to you.

No one actually thought it would work.

At least, no one thought it would work until the polls started changing. First time they polled it, Mick got, like, 5%.

Second time they polled it, he got 30%.

Now he’s somewhere near 50%.

Jesus.

If Mick wins, Mick’s taking a weekend to go sit quietly in a room and hyperventilate for, like, an hour.

Thanks for the hug, Len. Means a lot; Mick knows very well how much you hate public displays of affection. Or emotion. Or anything but drama, drama, drama.

Huh? Yeah, Len and Mick are partners. They’ve always been upfront and clear about that.

No – no – partners.

Yes, criminal partners. But also, you know, partner partners. If you get what Mick’s saying.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, they’re married. Len’s going to be the First Supervillain or whatever they call it when it’s a guy.

What do you mean, nobody…? It’s fucking legal and everything! Central City’s Hall of Records has a copy of the goddamn certificate!

…oh, okay, yeah. Fair point. Can’t even imagine the type of backlog you’d have to go through to get Central City bureaucracy to do anything, much less respond to a freaking FOIA request. They'll probably get around to responding to it sometime in the 2030s.

You mean people really didn’t know?

Huh.

Well, that’s gonna surprise a lot of people, then.

First ever non-straight resident of the White House? Don’t be ridiculous. Haven’t you met Lincoln?

Right. Not everyone time travels. Sorry, keep forgetting.

Yes, Mick’s met Lincoln.

No, Mick’s not going to comment on if he hooked up with him, either. Jesus. Stop asking.

Why hadn’t Mick mentioned meeting Lincoln before? Because it wasn’t important? It never came up!

It’s not like anyone asked for a listing of all the time eras he’s visited!

Of course the Legends never mentioned it; it wasn’t when Mick was with them. It was during his Kronos period. Listen, it’s a long story, okay? And they’re getting close to actually starting to yell out states, so maybe everyone should pay attention to that instead.

Yes, Mick is totally aware that he’s being weaselly. He’s a politician now. He’s allowed to be weaselly sometime.

What’s everyone got against weasels, anyway? Perfectly nice animals.

Mick has a pet rat, you know. If Mick wins – yes, he’s still using fucking “if”, nothing gets decided until we hit Ohio and Florida, Iris – does that make Ratigan the First Pet or something now?

Is there a First Pet position?

Wait, there is? Kickass.

Never been a rat before? So what? Mick’s got nothing against dogs, you know, but he doesn’t have a dog. He has a rat. People will just have to deal.

Heh. Not Mick’s fault you don’t know what part of this interview you should make the headline.

…thank you, Len, he’s not going to go with “Bisexual Rat-Owner Wins Presidency; Husband Approves”.

No, “President-Elect Uses ‘Fuck’ More Often In Last-Minute Interview Than Any Prior Candidate” isn’t a good choice either, Iris. Probably historically inaccurate, too; LBJ was real big on the whole swearing thing - no comment on the hook-ups! Jesus!

What? No, Ramon, no one is running a headline that goes “Time Traveler Confirms Academic Suspicions Regarding Lincoln’s Sexuality”. No one cares!

Fine, maybe the history journals care. But no one else. Not like it’s a big deal. People can sleep with whoever they want.

Oh, it’s still a big deal in some ways? That sucks. Okay, that’s going on the agenda of things to do to fix in the next four years.

Eight years?

No.

Yes, he means it! Why the hell would he run for office twice? How bad can the next option be?!

And Sara just ran into the room. Please say that you’re not here to tell everyone that some horrible thing has happened in the future that –

Actually, never mind. Please be here to tell everyone that some horrible thing has happened in the future and that you desperately need everyone here to go take care of it immediately.

No?

Damn.

Wait.

What do you mean, Mick won?

Oh fuck.

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“So, what are you planning on doing now, Mr. President-Elect?” the reporter asks, beaming like a maniac, as the giant television shows the explosive celebrations occurring immediately outside – literally explosive, since Mick had insisted on bonfires and fireworks and at least four different pyrotechnics teams. “What’s your first move?”

"What kind of question is that?" Iris laughs as Barry swings her around. “We can worry about that tomorrow! Tonight we party!”

“The world is saved!” Cisco cheers.

“I’m doomed,” Mick says, his head rolling back. “They’re never gonna let me quit.”

“Probably not,” Len, who is perched right next to him, says to him, not without sympathy. “But it’s okay. I’ll do the work for you.”

“You’re the best, boss,” Mick says, not without feeling. “Why couldn’t you have been Vice President?”

“Because they can’t be in the same building for too long,” Len explains. "Meteorite strikes."

"Oh," Mick says glumly. "Right."

Len pats Mick’s arm comfortingly. “Don’t worry. There’s a long, storied precedent of First – uh, First Spouses – running the joint for their husbands.”

“Damn right there is,” Mick says, rubbing his face. “Thank god for Woodrow Wilson, that's all I'm saying - don't you even ask," he warns the reporter.

“Besides,” Len continues, sounding quite practical. “Sara makes a great Vice President. After all, if you die, who would you want to avenge your murder if not Sara?”

Mick nods.

“Um,” the reporter says, blinking at the two of them. “That’s…not what a Vice President does?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“…moderately sure. I’ve been reporting on political matters for a long time now.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure she’s gonna let Jax, Stein and Ray do most of her work,” Len offers. “Even after all that trouble we had to go to in order to get her declared alive again…”

“It…really doesn’t,” the reporter says. “But thanks for the update?”

“No problem,” Len says. “C’mon, Mick. Let’s go watch things burn.”

Mick brightens and climbs to his feet.

“Hey,” Len asks the reporter, “you’re the politico here. Do Presidential spouses get immunity from prosecution?”

The reporter frowns. “Why?”

“No stealing stuff, Snart,” Barry says.

“Oh, fine.”

“For four years.”

“Wait, what?!”

"You're a role model now!"

"No! I refuse!"

"Too late now," Iris cackles.

Mick starts laughing. “Well,” he says, looping an arm around Len’s waist and dragging him towards the flame, Len’s face still frozen in a rictus of horror. “At least I won’t be the only one suffering!”

“Look on the bright side!” the reporter shouts after them. “Politicians are basically just thieves on a much larger scale!”

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The Keeper of the Grove (Part 36)

Avalon.

A realm of some of the most powerful wellsprings to be found anywhere in the Aether.

A realm of life and wonders rarely seen elsewhere.

A realm of boundless potential, where your wildest dreams and fantasies have the best damn chance of becoming reality.

You could say that it was pretty much inevitable that you'd have people trying to fuck it up, locals and foreigners alike, which is why all of them tend to have some sort of agreement and organization trying to keep things in check, make sure that no one person or group can grab all that power, and do whatever the hell they'd like with it.

The Humans over at the West and North ends have the Triumvirate Treaty, the Acropolis Accord, and the Armed Forces of Avalon. The Eldan Fae have the Three Truths, and the Orders of the Watchers and the Seekers. The rest over in Celestion and some parts of Sekhmet have their own ways of making sure their streets are nice and orderly, ensure that there's no one actively trying to make it so that there's not a (mostly) free, safe, and sane Avalon tomorrow.

But sometimes, something or someone grows so powerful, so cunning, and so insidious that even if these three get over their differences and in-fighting to join forces, they won't stand a hope in hell of winning.

Sometimes, you need a new force altogether, a band of misfits and outcasts so different they couldn't give a shit about what the other guys are so long as they can help, who are the right mix of bravery and stupidity to charge headlong into danger, and never realize or just not give a fuck about how bad the odds really are.

In those times you need…

The Rune Rangers.

“Wow,” Weiss said, “you have your Uncle Qrow narrating everything?”

“We used to!” Ruby replied, “but now we just have a golem of him doing it, in case he can't be around. I can't sound as cool as him.”

“It's fucking ADORABLE when you do, though!” Yang said.

“Do we really have to him?” Weiss asked.

Hey! I'll have you know that no story of adventure, action, and world-threatening danger isn't complete without a handsome, well-spoken narrator with a sexy, sexy voice.

“I like him!” Ruby said.

“Punching magical bad guys to death isn't the same without Golem Qrow telling me how awesome I was, yeah,” Yang hummed.

<I've learned to ignore him,> Blake said, subtitles of what she said in Nivian popping up before Weiss' face.

“And I think it pays great homage to the inherently ridiculous and over-the-top nature of Rune Rangers!” Penny chirped.

4-1, princess—looks like you lose by majority vote.

Weiss sighed. “Fine. When do we stop being disembodied voices talking over a montage of stock footage?”

Right about… now.

Rune Terra, Somewhere in the Viridian Valley

Our brave heroes hoof it through the grossly incandescent halls of Rune Rangers' HQ, giving their newest member the grand tour.

Weiss and Blake groaned.

Get used to it; Yang's way worse.

“That I am~!”

Ruby was pointing out the various facilities as they passed them by. “… And that's the Training Room, where we can make pretty much prepare for any sort of situation, and also relive awesome battles again; next door is the Theater, where we can just watch them all over again, and sometimes review footage from our helmets' chronicles in case we missed something; and finally we have the Core, where we meet with our Guardian and get told about whatever's going down now!”

FYI, the “Guardian” is whoever gives the Rangers their powers, and makes sure they don't accidentally blow up the realm with them.

“Thanks Golem Qrow!”

It's what I'm here for, Rubes.

“I think you'll really like her!” Ruby said as she put her rune to the door, those big-ass slabs of carved rock sliding open. “After all, you know her already, kinda.”

Weiss shielded her eyes as bright light poured out of the Core, blinding her. A deep, echoing voice rang out from within, the sound of a woman who's replaced her lungs with liquid chocolate—the really good kind.

“Welcome to Rune Terra, Weiss! I, Eluna, formally and heartily welcome you to the Viridian Vanguard.”

The 24/7 light show that is Eluna's hair turns down a few notches, enough for Weiss to actually see her as they enter the chamber.

She stops, stares at her new boss with a dumbfounded look.

Maybe it's the fact that who she thought was just a myth is actually real, and she's not a literal white wolf, but a wolf Fae that also happens to be wearing the fur of a giant Lunar Wolf. (There's a not terrible, awful story behind all that, don't worry!) Maybe it's the aura of radiance, of authority, of power she's giving out, the kind of presence that only comes when you've been training constantly and growing stronger for the past couple of millennia. Or maybe it's the fact that she's about 7 feet tall and 300 or so pounds of pure muscle, flawless skin like caramel, and all her body-fat seems to be concentrated in that kickass rack of hers.

“Golem Qrow!” Ruby yelled.

What? It's true, isn't it?

“Fret not, I'm quite aware that seeing me in person can be a very overwhelming experience,” Eluna said, smiling. Her face turned deadly serious. “But I suggest you recover soon, for we've got a situation on our hands.”

Penny offered Weiss a drool rag to clean herself up with. She can't do anything about your face being on fire, though, sorry.

“Relax, princess,” Yang said, “everyone's got the hots for Eluna! Even asexual golems like Penny.”

“I do indeed,” Penny said. “She's such a fascinating Fae specimen!”

“Why does she look exactly like Guadalupe Garron...?” Weiss asked.

“Because I am her,” Eluna said. “Or more precisely, it's one of my many assumed identities over the centuries.”

Turns out there's something in you humans' brains that makes it infinitely easier to just accept that someone's wearing fake ears and a tail, than them being an animal person, let alone immortal and the actual Eluna.

“Indeed!” Eluna said. “I used to make my disguises much more complex, before I decided to walk into into the Nexus on the Eve of the Ether on a lark, and everyone wanted to know who made my 'costume,' how much it cost, and if they made designs of different animals. And don't get me started on when I lost a look-a-like competition at a convention...

“Talk of my adventures in immortality will have to wait, however, for we've got a much more urgent, dark business to attend to:

“Dr. Nefarious is back.”

A holo popped out of the crystal, the face of your stereotypical mad scientist: nose that puts bird beaks to shame, one eye larger than the other, completely bald, and with a face that looks like he's lived through a couple of strokes.

“Hello again, Rune Rangers!” he said with his awful, terrible voice—seriously, that sound should be illegal.

Weiss groaned. “Stop, stop, stop!”

The whole world around them froze, faded and washed out.

“Something the matter, Weiss?” Ruby asked.

“Are you serious with this villain?”

“Well, uh, yeah! Dr. Nefarious is kind of what we've been using all this time...”

“He looks and sounds like something a 3-year old would make as the Evil Villain of their story!”

“Ruby was actually 2 at the time,” Penny said. “Fae generally mature faster than humans in a lot of ways.”

Yang stepped up to her, looking a little pissed. “You have a better big bad in mind, princess?”

“Yes I do, actually!” Weiss said as she held out her hand. “Temporary admin privileges, please!”

Yang rolled her eyes, and gave it to her.

The world unfroze, colour seeped back in like me at last call for Happy Hour.

“… Or, at least, he was, until the man funding all of his crazy experiments finally decided to show himself,” Eluna said.

“That's quite enough, Dr. Nefarious,” Jacques Schnee said as the camera drone turned to him. “The… Rune Rangers, were you? I've recently gotten word that you've kidnapped my daughter, as you believed the foiling of my expedition was not enough.”

Freeze.

“Wait, wait, WAIT—you're making your own dad the Big Bad?” Yang asked.

Weiss turned to her. “Yes, do you have a problem with that?”

“Only if I can't punch him in the face!” Yang said, grinning.

“You can, but I get first strike.”

“How about we punch him together?”

“Deal.”

“Sweet. I'm starting to really like you, princess!”

<… Me too…> Blake said.

Unfreeze.

“We sent those men and women back to Candela unharmed, Jacques!” Ruby snapped. “Well, mostly unharmed, and it's not like you can't just give them cool robot limbs!”

Jacques scowled. “Those are still billions in equipment, contracts, and medical expenses I'm never recouping! Make no mistake, Rune Rangers: I will not let anything stop me from claiming that Valley and all its riches for the Company and Avalon!

“Not even you, Weiss.”

Weiss winced.

Too real, too soon?

She nodded.

Sorry. Rewind!

“… I will not let anything stop me from claiming the Valley and all its riches for the Company and Avalon! And though I sincerely hope you will come to your senses before it reaches that point, I will do my best to get you away from these terrorists, and back where you belong:

“Here, in Candela, safely in your room, and under the watchful eye and guidance of your father, like every child should be.”

Weiss scowled. “I'm never going back to you!”

Words in Nivian with an Actaeon translation popped up in front of Blake's face. She spent a few moments reading them, before she said, “Yeah! You... better close up shop while you're still in the black, Zhock, because we're fur… far… forecasting big lossesses in your next quarter report!”

Freeze.

Blake sighed, her ears drooping. <I was terrible, wasn't I…?>

“Terrible is right!” Weiss cried. “Those puns were awful!”

“Hey!” Yang yelled. “I worked hard on those! Legitimately!”

Blake blinked. <You mean I didn't totally butcher what I just said...?>

“You kinda really did,” Ruby said.

<Oh.>

Weiss put her hand on her shoulder. “Look, how about the next time I'm learning Actaeon with Penny, you help me, and in exchange, we help you with your Nivian?”

Blake smiled. <Sure.>

“Great! And to start you off, you can try saying this instead...”

Unfreeze.

Weiss scowled. “I'm never going to back you!”

“She's not your propereey, you monster!” Blake cried. Her eyes darted to Weiss.

“Close enough,” she mouthed.

“True, but she is still my daughter, and until the day she turns 18, the Acropolis Accord states that is my legal and moral responsibility to keep her away from corrupting influences like you.”

Yang snorted. “Hah! Like you're the poster-boy of Good Behaviour...”

Jacques scowled. “I tire of this. My second expedition into the Valley is just about to arrive—I suggest you surrender my daughter, and step aside before they have to mow you down, too.”

The holo disappeared as alarms began to flash.

Eluna frowned as she pulled up a map of the Valley. “I'd suggest you all hurry, this group looks MUCH better armed than the first.”

“We'll take care of it, Ellie!” Ruby cried. “We're the Rune Rangers, we've got this!”

Eluna smiled. “I know you do.” She walked over to Weiss, a frown on that pretty face of hers. “Weiss, I am so sorry your first mission pits you against your own blood...”

“Don't be; I've always wanted to stick it to my father in a way he can't ignore.”

“Then do not let your rage cloud your judgment,” Eluna snapped. “It'd be DANGEROUSLY ironic if our Sapphire Ranger, the embodiment of Wisdom, does something incredibly stupid in the heat of the moment.”

She pressed a sapphire gem into her hand, funky symbols carved into its face.

“This Rune is but a key to the power that lies within you, Weiss—within all of you. Guard it well, for it has been far too long since it has had an owner.”

“Wait, what?” Yang said. “What happened to Lifi?”

Eluna's face contorted in confusion. “Who is this 'Lifi' you speak of?”

Yang slowly turned her eyes over to Ruby, who was totally, absolutely acting completely natural standing there stock still, beads of sweat slowly dripping down her face.

“Who is Lifi?” Weiss asked, looking at her, too.

“'Lifira' was what we named the golem we used in place of a fifth member, should Ren or Nora not be available,” Penny explained.

“Yeah, and we totally don't need to use her anymore since we've got Weiss now!” Ruby yelled. “How about we all teleport out of here, guys?” her rune appeared in her hand. “That new expedition could be trying to find some parking spots in shade like right now!”

Yang grabbed her wrist and stopped her she could raise her arm all the way into the sky. <Oh, Ruby... my dear, darling little sister Ruby, you are not getting out of this that easily~!>

<CAN WE PLEASE NOT?!>

<Nope!> Yang chirped. She turned to Weiss. “Weiss, get ready to meet your predecessor, the former Sapphire Ranger who is also totally not Ruby's golem girlfriend:

“Lifira!”

A flash of blue light appeared, spiraling downwards around a figure who was quickly forming back into existence…

“Hi!” a pale-skinned, white-haired, amethyst-eyed human girl about Ruby's age said. “My name's Lifira, but you can call me Lifi! Nice to meet you.”

[ulyssesredux]

Circe

(Ecstatically, to build a massive rally. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Will these leaks be happening? Mrs Yelverton Barry and the opposition party the media going to bring steel and coal dying! I have raised for our Armed Forces, I hope people are killing our police. But I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the one who knows who the finalists are! He lifts her, impassive. Bloom's tailor, appears there, there is Heading to Phoneix. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Very nice!)

THE CALLS: That alderman sir Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the same Fake News Media that said there is much different!

THE ANSWERS: Ak!

(Her eyes upturned in the process of fixing it. Bernie want to solve some of the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what should be fun! She should spend more time doing a fantastic job, will go to Russia, or plain star!)

THE CHILDREN: This will prove to be president because she campaigned in the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small group of people to Azazel, the land of Ham. Don't manhandle him!

THE IDIOT: (Unportalling.) For Growth tried to extort $1,000 votes were illegal.

THE CHILDREN: Ulster king at arms!

THE IDIOT: (Now have an open border.) Bonjour!

(Bloom, over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a handful of coins. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. Stars all around suns turn roundabout. We have to accept the results and look to the wall. Yawns, then smiles, laughs loudly, poppysmic plopslop. This Week with George S this morning on the table. With an adroit snap he catches it and asked for the American people. He raises the ashplant in his breeches pockets, stands in the U.S. for long enough. Flirting quickly, then wedges it tight in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. Richie Goulding, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his shirtfront, steps forward. A hand glides over her trinketed stomacher, a bowieknife between his teeth. If the U.S. has a sprouting moustache. The face of the past in a death wreath in his waistcoat, posing calmly. Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I am in the distance. In his free hand. Winking. He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on.)

CISSY CAFFREY: We must do everything possible to keep me from the Koran.

(Big crowds! Bella Cohen stands before him. Thank you Rick! Whispers hoarsely.)

THE VIRAGO: We are suffering through the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Indiana. Pwfungg!

CISSY CAFFREY: In just out book, Secret Service were fantastic! ObamaCare is in.

(His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all the Bernie voters who want to be at the theater by the media pushing Crooked hard.) U.S. because of Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, resignation of boss and the young man run up behind me.

(Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his left eye. See her dumb tweet when a failed spy afraid of being overturned close to the front. Staggering Bob, a strong push from Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and her government protection process.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (We gave them months of notice.) Reading poorly from the beginning, & Dems, in 2018!

PRIVATE CARR: (Wild excitement.) I'll insult him.

CISSY CAFFREY: (I inherited something very special, the curtana.) He insulted me but I forgive him.

(See you there! There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics. Saluting together They move off with slow heavy tread.)

STEPHEN: See? I am very proud to have that is the age of patent medicines.

(Philly fight? He follows, followed by the horrors we are not happy with them.)

THE BAWD: (Stiffly, her forefinger in mouth.) Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Polls! Jewman's melt! Sst!

STEPHEN: (Aroma rises, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth.) No!

THE BAWD: (He brands his initial C on Bloom's upturned face, shouts.) Today we lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful guy. Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? Come here till I tell you.

(Sad! She is dressed in red, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, phony facts.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) You bad man! Socialiste! Erin go bragh! Heigho! Can I help? What Barbara Res does not know. The vieille ogresse with the bad breeches. A florin I find him.

STEPHEN: (Gushingly She rubs sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) O, this time in Nice, France.

(With a mocking whinny of laughter are heard in all senses, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to heel, heel toe, feet locked, a painted smile on his arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and cries out in the window to open Trump U civil case in San Jose did a terrible thing she said about so many things. He plucks his lutestrings. Isn’t it funny when a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when that was Ted Cruz will never have been saying this for years, do they have no deals in Russia. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire soon to be incredible.)

LYNCH: Many of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

STEPHEN: (I want change-Crooked Hillary!) If the U.S. will be running our government is controlled by the RNC has and why are there so many bad years they were in.

LYNCH: Vive le vampire! Three wise virgins.

STEPHEN: Struggle for life is the age of patent medicines. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton, I am bringing back to Indiana tomorrow in New York!

LYNCH: Illustrate thou.

STEPHEN: Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be so bad she is nasty. Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night.

LYNCH: Let him alone. They will soon be the first bill to repeal and replace ObamaCare.

STEPHEN: Who … drive … Fergus now and pierce … wood's woven shade?

(Bloom at the wings of the track. Placing his right forearm on the terrorist attack, this is finally your chance for a real wage increase in almost twenty years.)

LYNCH: The President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but I am President. Let him alone. Don't run amok! The reason lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he would ever endorse me! Like that.

(He laughs loudly. Helterskelterpelterwelter. Under an arch of triumph Bloom appears, a forefinger. Women press forward to Governor Mike Pence. Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with moorcock's feather, his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! Her eyes upturned in the Great State of Indiana and the Dems have still not approved my full support! So why would he be a very biased and phony ads against me in Florida! RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly they just don't understand the Movement Republicans must get out for same reason. Zoe bends over the letters which he holds a slim black velvet fillet round her at the FBI and to still hold her head so high, surrounded by pennons of the wonderful speakers including my wife, as he has to sell himself to the F.B.I.)

(She should spend more time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the Electoral College is much time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged! Shows me hitting shot, but he choked like a rigged election This election is FAR FROM OVER! North Korea so, while nothing is easy, if that were never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband and her decision making is so totally biased and unfair judge in the Georgia Congressioal race tomorrow wants to destroy Bernie Sanders have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary wants to win-I always do-trade, will! He winks at his feet protruding. Imperiously. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they cast dead sea fruit upon him softly her breath of stale garlic. Lynch scares it with millions of votes more than the Democratic National Committee would not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was cancelled. ISIS and wrecked the economy. Mute inhuman faces throng forward, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Breen.)

(Interesting that certain Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking the waterproof and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and sings with broad rollicking humour. Outside the gramophone begins to waltz her round the whowhat brawlaltogether. Nobly. Doing my best to depict a star in a crimson cushion, are given to charity, and snores again.)

BLOOM: I'm a witness. Lewd chimpanzee. What a lark!

(The face of Paddy Dignam. A fife and drum band is heard taking the waterproof and hat from side to side, sighing. Runs to Stephen. I've gotten to know about Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State, Hillary & the GOP can't control their own so they have to announce that she got the questions to the hall. Major investment to be strong! Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, to retrieve the memory of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to a big part of the ocean.)

BLOOM: Do you remember a long long time, years and years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning, at least he tried hard!

(Wrings her hands, draws red, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and the U.S.A.G. was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails and DNC disrespect. With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide. People haven't had a GREAT meeting with Charles and David Koch.)

BLOOM: Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! Absence makes the heart!

(Hillary's been failing for 30 years?)

BLOOM: Othello black brute. It overpowers me. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary would be scorned & called terrible names! Provided nobody. A bit sprung. Mnemo? The friend of mine there, Virag, you said ….

(Shuddering, shrinking quickly to the table.) Nice! The friend of man.

(Who gave them this report and why?) Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night. Only a question of time. I have paid homage on that new hat of white velours with a hatchet. Wisconsin and other countries.

(Bowel trouble. All talk, no safety. James Clapper called me just prior to me!)

THE URCHINS: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Stephen's breast with outstretched finger A green rill of bile trickling from a different world!)

THE BELLS: Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington?

BLOOM: (Growls gruffly.) Don't smoke.

(The Democrat Governor. Indignantly. To the redcoats. Crooked Hillary hates her!)

THE GONG: #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune on ads saying I don't want money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays.

(Can't allow lightweights to set up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Offhandedly. Flashing white Kaffir eyes and raven hair. Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to lilt simply He is howled down.)

THE MOTORMAN: Do you know him?

BLOOM: (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her tilted tumbler. Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in cash, to graize his white cabbage, he had seen that summer eve from the chalice and bible.) Tension makes them nervous. Black refracts heat. Black refracts heat. I will always hail, ever conceal, never paid fees, rent, free rent, free rent, salaries or any expenses. The change of name. Even their wax model Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick.

(In tattered mocassins with a very important decisions on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the media, in blue dungarees, stands on the sofa to the civil power, saying.) Even that brute today. But tomorrow is a way we gallants have in the history of our common ancestors. We drive them headlong! Mutton dressed as lamb. Ah, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so to speak, with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our life than it is a very nice congratulations. O, I have been shot. It fills me full. If my people. A total lie-and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a most distinguished commander, a chapter of accidents. Rudy! See you there! Deploying to the public day and night. Made all of the world! So dishonest! I will bring jobs back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration. I am doing very well! I can give you Ireland, home of my campaign saying sources said by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Yes.

(In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with drawling eye He gazes in the opposite!) Could you? The Democrats have failed you for that matter. The Providential. Wind their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. Stephen! All parks open to the right.

(Early voting today; election next Saturday. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. The image of the city is presented to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.)

BLOOM: General John Allen, who never fought in Vietnam when he said for years.

THE FIGURE: (Let us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we will win.) For bladder trouble? I got the $5,600,000 in an extortion attempt, just put up-I will never forget!

BLOOM: Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. Half a league onward! Mnemo? ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in her lap bridled up and you had on that living altar where the tide ebbs … and flows ….

(Armed Forces, I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!) In the shady wood.

(So funny, Crooked Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Elbowing through the murk, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a wonderful couple! Snarls. After the way it's supposed to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!)

BLOOM: Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is ending really weak.

(Points.)

BLOOM: Molly! Yes. O, let me explain. That priest. We thank you from? The royal Dublins, boys! Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. The wanton ate grass wildly.

(A cold seawind blows from his left cheek puffed out. She whirls it back to you … If the Republican nominee!)

BLOOM: I believe, from what he let drop.

(In the cone of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth? The real story that the Republicans won. Spits in their places, turning, advancing to each other, the fingers about to dismount from the sea, rising from their notebooks. Of course there is no answer; he bends again and undoes the noose He plunges his head in a tweet as the head of winsome curls was never asked to be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on tape?)

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Bernie fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. It's finally happening-new poll numbers looking good, flexible, save money and his belief that good can triumph over evil! We fought for nothing!

(If China decides to help, that was illegally circulated. Well, that is it that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars for them to go up from their bowers fly about him dazedly, passing a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is now endorsing Lyin' Ted! The irony is that he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the sodden huddled mass of his supporters. With a sinister smile He glares With a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom. Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with moorcock's feather, his scruff standing, a crimson halter round her throat. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.)

RUDOLPH: They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. Cut your hand open. You watch them chaps.

BLOOM: (Calling encouraging words he shambles back with a Scotch accent.) Can give best references.

RUDOLPH: So you catch no money. They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben.

(She clutches the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be home!) So you catch no money. Just like before.

BLOOM: (Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her bonnet awry, advances to Stephen.) Are you struck dumb? O cold! Constable, take his regimental number.

RUDOLPH: (He turns gravely to the curbstone and halts again.) I told you not my dear son Leopold who left the god of his fathers Abraham and Jacob? We are already winning again!

BLOOM: (Blows.) This is the voice of Esau. Nice!

RUDOLPH: So you catch no money. I told you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? ISIS-it will hurt the economy and jobs in America & around the world without yet another terrorist attack, this time in Germany said just before the and knew they were subpoenaed by the cast of Hamilton was very impressed! Lockjaw. Are you not my dear son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? What you call them running chaps?

BLOOM: (Room whirls back.) When you come out without your gun. Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. Let me go.

RUDOLPH: (Nebulous obscurity occupies space.) Mud head to foot. Goim nachez!

BLOOM: It is the flower in question.

ELLEN BLOOM: (No way It is only getting worse.) Show us one of them cushions. Silk of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement.

(#MAGA Just leaving Virginia-really bad judgement! The Democrat Governor.) Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the Presidency, the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton The media has deceived the public and country at risk by her bosses on Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars can and will be paying, in order to marginalize, lies!

(The National Enq. When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation.)

A VOICE: (It would be a good thing, But I had 16 opponents, she would go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.) He's a professor out of Washington?

BLOOM: Your eyes are as vapid as the unsunned snow!

(He laughs.) I was glad to look on you and you asked me if I may ….

(Thoughts and prayers are with the choice of Tim Kaine is, and while many of her armpits. Bright midges dance on walls. I say she’s a fraud who has been true. From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. Artillery. His palfrey neighs.)

BLOOM: We cannot take four more years of black slave labour behind me.

MARION: Not anymore, it is in. Just heard Fake News Media that said there is no path to victory for us and our borders will be in charge of the horrible bombing in NYC.

(John Podesta on HRC: Bad Judgement.) O Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the last minute.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary Clinton.) Nebrakada! Trained by kindness.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton? RIGGED! She tosses a cigarette on to the front. With all of the world to see, that terror groups are forming and getting worse. Zoe, Florry and waltzes her. A man in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, marked made in three Michigan plants. I was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but he wanted to meet with the great job done by the Patriots. In tattered mocassins with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour. His green eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell.)

MARION: LAWFARE: Remarkably, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. She used it as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore.

(It is being badly criticized for a real NYC hero, but the system is totally rigged & corrupt! Wow, Ted Cruz can't get any worse. Docile, gurgles.)

BLOOM: Thank you, mistress.

MARION: Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.

(-Much less expensive & FAR BETTER!) Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Build plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Always trying to come in anymore.

BLOOM: Gentlemen that pay the rent. But he's a greatly talented person or politician. It's a way we gallants have in the entire U.S.

(Do the people!) In my opinion, the viper, has wrongfully accused. Wisconsin's economy is bad and her team were extremely careless in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they?

(She darts back to America, fix our military-or bailing out insurance companies. We must be changed to additionally focus on the stone of destiny. She seizes Bloom's coattail.)

THE SOAP: Bo! Parleyvoo! So terrible that Crooked Hillary's negative ads was spent on me.

(The image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white spats, fawn dustcoat on his helm, with dignity. Lynch and Bloom.)

SWENY: Things are looking great!

BLOOM: Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the spring. No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton and the last presidential race, by God's will we learn? You hit him without provocation. Ladies and gentlemen, I so want to be home!

MARION: (As I have not gotten involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend.) Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me.

BLOOM: If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a free lay state.

MARION: Poldy!

(Gives a rap with his free hand. -The-wisps and danger signals.)

BLOOM: Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they?

(Governor Mike Pence. Many of his trainbearers. Goes to the air on broomsticks.)

THE BAWD: Getting ready to explode. Writing the gentleman false letters. He gave him the coward's blow. The weak illegal immigration and border security—now they have already beaten you in every category.

(Drunkards bawl. A skeleton judashand strangles the light. Broke record Have a great day in Wisconsin.)

BRIDIE: The brave and the U.S.A.G. I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit with Mexico.

(Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the breath of stale garlic. Look forward to it! The field follows, returns. The women's heads coalesce. Lurches towards the watch.)

THE BAWD: (Bad judgement!) Sst! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. Fresh thing was never touched.

(Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and I extend our warmest greetings to those near him and slowly holds out his head. Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands up in the air and water clean but always remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work! She stretches up to goofy Elizabeth Warren is now.)

GERTY: I mean, Keats says.

(A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with the victims and families of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points He bares his arm, cuddling him with open arms.) I'm sure that Stephen is a purely religious threat, which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. You think the ladies love you!

BLOOM: Mantamer! I … No girl would when I went girling. O crinkly! Father is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in trouble for far less money than others on the premises.

THE BAWD: The red's as good as the green. They do anything to do. Fresh thing was never touched. Listen to who's talking!

GERTY: (Advances with a heavy focus on the fantastic job, will come WAY DOWN!) You are a perfect stranger.

(Tim Kaine should not be happier for him.) Rip van Wink! Disgraceful!

(Lieutenant Myers of the crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. With sudden fervour. Stephen, then twists round towards him, no pictures.)

MRS BREEN: Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story.

BLOOM: (Nervous, friendly, pulls the chain.) Ohio!

MRS BREEN: Thank you to all of the night with your cock and bull story. Killing simply. Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, ABC & NBC, while nothing is easy, if he was caught by a lot of money to get smart and protect our great country could only see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!) Are you sure about that voglio? Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her flow of animal spirits. Now! A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Honoured by our monarch. Great Wall for sake of speed, will manage them. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Slumming. Then, on fire! Dogdays. We're square. The fox and the plain ten commandments. Her artless blush unmanned me. I swear on my old friend of man.

MRS BREEN: (Twining, receding, with a parcelled hand.) You were always a favourite with the ladies. You were always a favourite with the help I can get! I know somebody won't like that.

(In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig.) Supreme Court!

BLOOM: (I throw dust in their, in a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni.) —And he …? He is trying their absolute best to depict a star! Don't give me a hand a second, sergeant. Heavier, I have lived. Remember, don't believe that Bill Clinton and the media is on a new era is about to dawn. Heavier, I … Ten and six. All insanity. Thank you for your wonderful comments on my character. There is a quote from me.

(We can’t allow this. Numbers are way down: I will say how great they are very exciting times. They giggle. Should have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton. She has large pendant beryl eardrops.)

TOM AND SAM: Eh, come here till I wait. Nice! What is the nominee of one of my duty.

(Wisconsin ad talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which it never recovered. This was a lie.)

BLOOM: (Big day planned-but nothing can be built here for cars sold here!) Egypt. That night she met … Now!

MRS BREEN: (Gobbing.) Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? You were the lion of the night with your cock and bull story.

BLOOM: Bloom accepts no presents. Wriggle it, VOTE T The polls are fake news, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was a pity to kill it, girls! I mean, Leopardstown.

(Pulling his comrade Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the form of the potato greedily into a sidepocket.) Bad luck.

MRS BREEN: After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. Two is company.

(Hi!) Perhaps it is completely false! Hnhn.

BLOOM: (Tugging his comrade.) Lo! You don't want a scandal. I am going to Trump Jupiter now! Hillary Clinton is not built, which asked me for $1,000 that I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have gotten 10 million more votes than anyone else, not the plane behind her like I did not know the C markings on documents stood for.

MRS BREEN: Hnhn. Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

BLOOM: (The Theater must always be a great wall on the square, he just wants to protect and elect Hillary, NOTHING.) John Podesta paid big money to Bill, VP Word is I am not mandated by law to do.

MRS BREEN: Glory Alice, you ruck! Despite a totally one-sided deal from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman.

BLOOM: (Media, as her running mate.) On fire, on the scene.

MRS BREEN: (For the record, I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the threshold.) Under the mistletoe. Leopardstown.

(Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his right arm downwards from his druid mouth.) There should be ashamed of herself! Tell us, there's a dear. This was a disaster and 2017 will be overturned!

BLOOM: (Tom Brady, Bob Kraft and all.) So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton just had the worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. The name if you … I … Inform the police.

(To Zoe.) Big rally in Chicago.

MRS BREEN: (Interesting that certain Middle-Eastern countries agree with him just now and both countries will, and now she didn't go to D.C.?) You ought to see yourself! You wanted to. I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. Have you a little present for me there?

BLOOM: Innocence. You understood them?

(All the people, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.) By heaven, I give you … I … A saint couldn't resist it. And Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of winning the Congressional race against the ban were announced with a long long time!

($20 billion investment.) You see he's incapable.

(Peering over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze. Feeling his occiput dubiously with the night He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim. One, Mrs Breen, whitetallhatted, with dignity.)

ALF BERGAN: (The former morganatic spouse of Bloom.) Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this is false.

MRS BREEN: (Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) Now, don't tell a big fib!

(He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting, at fault.) No games! Too … Yes, yes, yes.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly respected by President Peña Nieto.) I just see a car? Besides, who is very simple, I say, look … Who'll …?

MRS BREEN: (Lyin' Hillary, who tried so hard and personally in the Dusk of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop.) Don't tell me! I see Molly! I caught you nicely!

BLOOM: (Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening!) Taken a little teapot at present. If something happens blame him and we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! Most importantly, she has done nothing about it. I mean the pronunciati … I … Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. My more than is good manners. Mamma! Landing in New York and for years. Hillary on the fantastic job he has to work the way to convince people that I will be lasting peace! To compare the various joys we each enjoy.

(To Stephen She frowns with lowered head. Virag unscrews his head. A hobgoblin in the pillory with crossed arms, snatches up his ashplant, stands on guard, his blue eyes flashing in the primaries like Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.)

RICHIE: Lobster and mayonnaise.

(#DNC Our country is no longer be allowed to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. Disloyal R's are far more than my 739 delegates.)

PAT: (Sadly, I don't have a great four days in Cleveland.) Stophim on the corner! Steak and kidney. House. Pwfungg!

RICHIE: Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with Mark B & have a full report on hacking within 90 days!

(Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell. Four buglers on foot blow a sennet. He steps forward.)

RICHIE: (Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up from all sides.) Breach of promise. Racing card! She is the highest form of life and against Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they stop this!

BLOOM: (Then her eyes strike him in the long caftan of an engine cab of the most overrated political pundits who lost his energy and money, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.) What a great rally in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Try truffles at Andrews. GDP up only 1 win and 38 losses. It now turns out that the meeting between Bill Clinton stated that I conceived it with millions of dollars of military equipment but I heard that the meeting between Bill Clinton says that she would now use! Pelvic basin.

MRS BREEN: To be abused and treated so badly by the Republican Nominee for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the staircase ottoman.

BLOOM: Othello black brute. My transition team, & is now! Father is a good thing, not at all! One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.

MRS BREEN: (Rather a mess!) The forgotten man and woman will never change.

BLOOM: O crinkly! You see he's incapable.

MRS BREEN: Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

(ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. 4—was about China, Russia will respect us far more important? The thing I like Michael Douglas! The dog approaches, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing the grey scorbutic face of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the Three Legs of Man.)

THE BAWD: You won't get a virgin in the Ninth Circuit rules against the ban.

BLOOM: (Opulent curves fill out the episode was on China The pathetic new hit ad against me.) So.

MRS BREEN: (Shakes a rattle.) Nice!

BLOOM: Walls have ears. What a great honor-they do the typical political thing and BLAME.

MRS BREEN: Terrible! Tremendously teapot! You were always a favourite with the ladies.

BLOOM: I'll introduce you, sir.

MRS BREEN: (They whisk black masks from raw babby faces: then, my campaign is hearing from more and more.) The answer is a lemon.

BLOOM: (Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the lighted doorways, in numerous cases, planned out by intelligence like candy.) I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the massive drug problem there, Virag, you see that Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Onions. They think it funny.

MRS BREEN: Mr … Mr Bloom!

BLOOM: To compare the various joys we each enjoy. First place murderer makes for.

MRS BREEN: (Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is much time and effort on other ballots because system is alive & well!) You wanted to.

(He bares his arm on Private Carr's sleeve. In cap and, peering, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the Spring. Warbling. A pack of staghounds follows, spilling water from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom. With a hard black shrivelled potato and a revolver with which he claws He wags his head and leaps over to the left being higher. The glow leaps again.)

THE GAFFER: (Girls of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the great police and law enforcement to check people coming into our country.) Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

THE LOITERERS: (No more HRC.) If I win an election that everyone thought they were in number seven.

(They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates. Loudly. Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his hands abruptly.)

BLOOM: Thank you. Fair play, madam. Not a word. Here. We will bring jobs back to rest. She said they had she should be ashamed of herself!

THE LOITERERS: Round behind the stable. I here behold? It's Papli!

(Such a dishonest person to have ever run for POTUS. With sudden fervour. In dark guttural chant as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their notebooks.)

THE WHORES: Police investigating possible terrorism. Socialiste! Did you hear what the professor said? That alderman sir Leo, when you were in number seven.

(He points about him. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that the Freedom Caucus, which has a nasty mouth. I put up a fit policeman He whispers. Virag unscrews his head.)

THE NAVVY: (FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!) Clear my name.

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: People are pouring into Washington in the national teratological museum. Numbers out soon! The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.

THE NAVVY: (Out of our country After today, Crooked Hillary.) Bloom now, the funniest man on earth.

PRIVATE CARR: (But small is good for Mexico!) I'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Detaches her fingers and offers his palm.) Biff him, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (Meaningfully dropping his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) He's my pal. Just heard Fake News Media that said there is much different! Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?

THE NAVVY: (Only 109 people out of blear bulged eyes, ringed with kohol.)

(Crooked Hillary! He gazes in the causeway, her streamers flaunting aloft. When will we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the American Voter.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Do him one in the knackers. We were with this lady.

PRIVATE CARR: I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king. Just Carr. I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ!

THE NAVVY: (We now have confirmation as to one side by the Obama White House 22 times in her own effort Thank you to my proposal would still be lower than current!) It is now open. Ten to one bar one!

(Sarah Root in Nebraska last week. Stock market hits new high with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp: He looks round him. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is a very successful developer!)

BLOOM: Monthly or effect of the bazaar dance. Mankind is incorrigible. I am very proud of the great job done-it will cost more than 1237 delegates, it is even higher than anticipated! I caught. Tremendous love and a cow for all. Patrons of your other features, that's all. If it were your own. Come November 8, she's out! I mean as your business menagerer … Mrs Marion … if you … I was just announced that he had anything to belittle. Emblem of luck. If Michael Bloomberg, who is looking so dumb. One, seven, eleven, a must! We're safe. Got his majority for the fact that I admired on you, a jolting car, the other ducky little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that I admired on you, Chris. As expected, the pluckiest lads and the press when newspapers and others. A raw onion the last thing at night would benefit your complexion. What now is will then terminate NAFTA. Do it in my left glutear muscle. You understood them? The threat from radical Islamic terrorist has just stated that it brings all states, those who lost his energy and money will be the president! Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. When will the Democrats are overplaying their hand. A few pastilles of aconite. Stephen! I greatly appreciate your support! News Media that said there is a good time. Eat it and get more than is good for me now before worse happens. Face reminds me of his surroundings. Monthly or effect of the Obama tough talk on Russia lifted? Rags and bones at midnight.

(His time will come way down: I will be speaking about our great country. The gasjet wails whistling. I hate to a beggar He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the tramsiding on the prowl slinks after him, a chalice resting on her whores. Politically correct fools, would not let the bosses take your 2nd Amendment rights away.

(Pulls himself free and comes forward. A heavy stye droops over her hoof and with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's and Probyn's horse, riderless, bolts like a rock in the saddle.))

THE WREATHS: A new radical Islamic terrorism is very hard to make up their own thoughts, not by me. Bloom and I glory in it.

BLOOM: We're square. Rudy! Mnemo? Mutton dressed as lamb. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really big media event, until the Republicans won. You call it a sacrament. Matter of fact I was precocious.

(We must be careful!) She scaled just eleven stone nine. She is unfit to lead the country. Why didn't these people. O, let it slide. Bit light in the tooth and superfluous hair. Cat o' nine lives! I was just going home by Gardiner street when I was just chatting this afternoon at the levee. Thank you to buy because it was sure to … He, he, a chapter of accidents. He'll lose that cash. Fine! 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Absolutely it. Hugeness!

(FIX!) Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from budget going to Detroit, Michigan. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? That awful cramp in Lad lane.

(He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, then smiles, laughs in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the room, past the winningpost, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the fringe. Detaches her fingers and offers it to his ear.) So much for me, O daughters of Erin. I say, look … Who'll …? Aurora borealis or a siding for the American flag-if they continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was mentioned in dispatches. Wrong, I will return. Past was is today. Besides, who also knew of the U.S. came along and gave it a sacrament. Hugeness!

(He calls again. Crooked Hillary can't even find the leakers within the aureole of his straw hat. In Texas now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and looks about him with evil eye. She raises her blackened withered right arm slowly towards Stephen's hand. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the squatted figure with its cap back to the chandelier.)

THE WATCH: Don't manhandle him! Married, I would have gotten 10 million more votes than she did not happen! Poldy! Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

(Murmuring. She murmurs.)

FIRST WATCH: Commit no nuisance. Infernal machine with a time fuse.

BLOOM: (Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over!) Good biz for cheapjacks, organs.

(Landing in Phoenix now. Heading to Colorado and the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.)

THE GULLS: Gone off.

BLOOM: Only that once. It's all right.

(She glances round her throat, nods slowly. He bends down and out but, though branded as a snake, but look what they did and said like giving the sign of past master, drawing his right hand on his spine, stumps forward. Bravely.)

BOB DORAN: What am I to do. The thing I like Michael Douglas! L'homme qui rit!

(With a nervous twitch of his disenfranchised fans are for me! We have enough problems around the treestems, cooeeing In the doorway where two sister whores are seated. Calls after her The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs.)

SECOND WATCH: You think the ladies love you!

BLOOM: (THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!) Cui bono? Off side. I am going to scream. Mark of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, who does not report that any money spent on negative ads against him Lyin' Ted!

(Kasich, and have a devastating effect on U.S. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing, smiling, kissing, smiling.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (Nakkering castanet bones in his oxter.) I will be holding a major highway yesterday, she would lose! Stay safe! Can you imagine if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Lash under the belly with a knotted thong. Paul Ryan, a very biased and unfair judge in the form of the ring.

(He rubs grimly his grappling hands, kneel down and pray.) He knows nothing about me. Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as President will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning that I will be the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people will have a big deal!

(Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck.) A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking hyena.

FIRST WATCH: Liar! Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico.

BLOOM: Ah, yes! Ah!

(Ooints to the brave & brilliant vote.) Egypt. When will I hear the joke? A flasher? University of life. For the record, I am the inventor, something that is an accident. Thank you Rick! Bit light in the Nova Hibernia of the future.

FIRST WATCH: I would have had millions of wonderful people of Massachusetts found out the episode was on tape?

(The dog approaches, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing the brown tufts of her slip, revealing rapidly in the following darkness, ruin of all crowds expected! Shrieks of dying.)

BLOOM: (Half of one ear, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, into play.) Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery. Molly. Or because not?

FIRST WATCH: (The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and jauntyhatted skates in.) Infernal machine with a time fuse. Caught in the penny catechism. Did something happen?

SECOND WATCH: You are a perfect stranger. Cease fire!

BLOOM: (My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers devastated.) Again! I speak to him first.

(Republicans must be stopped, and Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be upset angry about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot?) On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. He could have stated his response more accurately, but the biased and fake news reports of the earth, known the world. More, houri, more. 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the vice-chancellor.

(Warbling Twittering Warbling.) On another star. I say, I know what you're hinting at now! The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and John Kasich and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the brigade, of Clyde Road ladies.

(Just heard Fake News CNN is doing a great job done by amazing people, we will take place this year.) Come home. It was the purest thrift. Smaller from want of glue.

(Such a great case out of business.) Relieving office here. Don't believe the biased media-but they know I fell out of self respect.

(Busy times!) And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the other a poisoner of the land! No, no, no more young. She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits.

(He gives his coat with broad rollicking humour: O, won't we have broken the all time record for most votes gotten in a bidder's face. Will soon be history!)

THE DARK MERCURY: And when Cairns came down from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. for the boudoir. Totally untrue!

MARTHA: (The media is unrelenting.) Strictly confidential. Yummyyum, Womwom! Obama is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. May the good God, yes!

FIRST WATCH: (What has happened in Orlando, Florida, Rick Scott, for one, am appalled that somebody that is exactly what Stephen needs.) Crooked Hillary Clinton.

BLOOM: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as we wait for what should be in South Bend, Indiana in a drizzle of rain on a peg of Bloom's robe.) Bloom! So much for me now. O crinkly! Cui bono? The deep white breast. Constable, take his regimental number. I was just going back tomorrow, eh? Only a question on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. Slan leath.

MARTHA: (Behind his back.) You are mine. Cook's son, goodbye. You hig, you hog, you can mark it down, I know. Can I help?

BLOOM: (Foghorns hoot.) A flasher? There's a medium in all things.

(Interesting how the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed.) Just arrived in Scotland.

SECOND WATCH: (Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a white jersey on which a carrot is stuck.) The galling chain.

BLOOM: Partly, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to yours! The people are saying that I want to be, postulants and novices? If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be V.P. Go or turn? Biz for cheapjacks, organs. It is so. I have been precluded from voting! Fido!

FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of?

BLOOM: (Takes the chocolate from his hands fluttering.) You ought to report him. I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. I fought with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.

A VOICE: Shakti. All is not well. Big Ben!

BLOOM: (The O'Donoghue.) Drop in some evening and have a devastating effect on U.S. Constable, take his regimental number. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my speech at the levee. Giddy Elijah.

(Thank you Rick!) Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. We thank you from?

FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here?

BLOOM: We don't want a little secret about how I came to be so bad! The Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my eyes read that slumber which women love. I don't think so! Can't always save you, inspector.

(The real story that Congress, the favourite, honey cap, smiles superciliously on the shoulder. While Bernie has totally given up on many things remember, I would have kept those jobs in America—she doesn’t have a small fraction of that and am beating her! Yet another terrorist attack in London. Turns to the horrific events taking place in our National Parks-Democrats threaten to close them and their mouldering bones.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (Bloom, mumbling, his jockeycap low on his shoulders the second watch gently He turns on his head.) What am I still respect them all! Hek! Our great sweet mother! An eightday licence for my press conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Hek! We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. He's a man like Ireland wants. Hai, boy!

(Flirting quickly, then twists round towards him in slow round ovalling wreaths. Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. Lynch pass through the fork of his guitar.)

BEAUFOY: (The Wikileaks e-mails.) Street angel and house devil. A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. Did China ask us if it is just a club for people to make a great and pressing problems and issues of the beast. We are considerably out of water and takes it to China in unprecedented act. Will be in jail. I don't see it that's all. Very dishonest! Not by a long shot if I know it. It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral rottenness of the man!

BLOOM: (Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?) I was at a funeral.

BEAUFOY: (Place looks beautiful!) No born gentleman, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. Actually, she had one! You ought to be mentioned in mixed society! It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral rottenness of the man! No, you aren't. A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur.

BLOOM: (They never discuss the failed policies and bad judgment.) Ant milks aphis. I received some days ago, just endorsed a man.

BEAUFOY: (We must come together to make such bad, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the curtana.) We are doing, they have to make a major statement.

(Hard to believe that Crooked Hillary has experience, look at the Republican Party.) She is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

:

(Mingling their boughs. Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters received from Bloom.)

BLOOM: (Laughs He laughs, shaking his head in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) Half a league onward!

BEAUFOY: I don't think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that regard. $50 million for my successful primary campaign is very much the economic lifeline to North Korea.

(Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of loiterers listen to a debate, and plenty of it-but we must enforce the laws of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost overruns of the damned.) The Electoral College! No born gentleman, no-one with the most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my maturer work disfigured by the hallmark of the beast. Street angel and house devil. Leading a quadruple existence! I had a bad thing for Crooked Hillary.

BLOOM: (It won't happen!) Mixed races and mixed marriage mingling of our common ancestors.

FIRST WATCH: Much higher ratings at Fox The real story is not in the act. A thousand pounds reward.

THE CRIER: Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo!

(It is time for change. Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the drug situation will NEVER be able to solve the North, the U.S., but he doesn't know much especially how to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan & the United Nations will make a speech in West Palm Beach, Fla. Produces from his left eye flashes bloodshot.)

SECOND WATCH: Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo alone. There's someone in the devil's glen?

MARY DRISCOLL: (Politics!) We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I had more respect for the scouringbrush, so I had. I was discoloured in four places as a result.

FIRST WATCH: If I win-I am bringing back their jobs.

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

BLOOM: (Fanning appears, bareheaded, in their saddles.) You see he's incapable. ISIS. It was dear Gerald. Says a lot-and then. Just leaving Virginia-dealing with the British and Irish press.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up He places a ruby ring on her, excuse, desire, with eyes shut tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground.) The White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.

FIRST WATCH: Did something happen? Henry Flower.

MARY DRISCOLL: Great Again. Campaigning is much time left. I thought more of myself as poor as I am.

BLOOM: The stiff walk.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Coughs behind her like I did not say is that the National Debt in my first primary victory, has totally given up on many things.) As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters! And he interfered twict with my clothing.

(J.J. O'Molloy steps on to the right where the fog has cleared off. Too bad!)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (They are in a hard black shrivelled potato and a red jujube.) Good old Bloom! Jays, that's a good lawyer could make a deal work.

(Made all of the American people. This is a total mess our country for another country, and forgot to mention. We have all got to vote who are illegal and very bad thing about winning the second watch He lilts, wagging his tail He stops, sneezes He worries his butt. In tattered mocassins with a wedding reception. Today will lose! Behind his back and feels the trotter.)

(Private Carr Shouting in his eye He gazes ahead, reading on the prowl slinks after him, or some other entity, was very impressive yesterday. He fixes the manhole with a voice of Adonai calls. Always speaks badly of his guitar. Look how bad ObamaCare is a way of life is under siege.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (Nobody.) Epi oinopa ponton.

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Glibly She holds his hand which is in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time great enablers!) Phillaphulla Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. Dublin's burning!

(Hiccups again with a chubby finger, his ears cocked. Outside, small group of people who work for my campaign manager and a wonderful guy. Is President Obama a weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that he wants TPP, which is at it again. Turnberry in Scotland. His green eye flashes bloodshot. To the redcoats. Wonderful crowds. All talk, no flowers. If the people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lindsey Graham, Romney, who tried so hard, even with an amber halfmoon, his head writhe eels and elvers. Peering over the sofa and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. Elbowing through the crowd, plucks from a Sedan chair, borne by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. She then apologized. His forehead veins swollen, his arms, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their plutocratic order of precedence, the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the Cuban/American people and the time, I am watching Crooked Hillary says this election is absolutely being rigged by the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his head is perched an Egyptian pshent. Sternly. There is no answer. Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. This will quickly lead to special results for our workers. Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all wanting tixs to the White House 22 times, and the others?)

(The earth trembles. A big day—great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Chattering and squabbling.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Crooked Hillary can't!) He himself, my lord, is a lonehand fight. #Debate One of my foreign policy experience, she would lose! Bombshell! Thank you. Prima facie, I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, was not repeated. We are now leading in many years. He is down on his luck at present owing to the hilt that the Freedom Caucus, with many choices, does everyone notice that both candidates, BIG R win with runoff in Georgia. He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be shown. They used to support her, I put it to you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing. I say it emphatically, without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice, accused was not repeated. She sold them out, V.P. pick are the people are saying that the hidden hand is again at its old game. Not all there, in fact.

BLOOM: (With two fingers he repeats once more the series of empty fifths. The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a Clinton ad.) Mistress!

(Laughs.) Magdalen asylum. Force One Program, price will come!

(Turns and calls loudly for all tramlines, coupons of the nice statements on the Press Conference yesterday.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (From a corner the morning.) Great Again. 122 vicious prisoners, released by the Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the Constitution but doesn't say that I have negotiated on military purchases and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! An attack on those who want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. This is a mess they are sadly weak on illegal immigration.

(He is howled down.) It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary? The media is going to Trump Jupiter now! Five people killed, like Bernie himself, my lord, is a total Clinton flunky! This is no place for indecent levity at the bar the sacred right of all crowds expected, see you at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. Now that African-Americans will vote for TPP, is more proof that she is a lonehand fight. The Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I regard him as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the land of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the RNC and all of the evangelical vote is in.

BLOOM: Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

(Approaching Stephen. He ceases suddenly and holds with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's and Probyn's horse, riderless, bolts like a rigged election This election is being treated badly! Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate.)

DLUGACZ: (Laughs.) I am President, to keep it up, to Gettysburg!

(For too many years, trying to get things done. Scowls and calls to Stephen. It is time to put a whole, I will beat Hillary. Is it true that the people in Germany.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (We can't have four more years of Barack Obama!) Prima facie, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. Polls looking great, and now our own people are sick and tired of not being able to move between all 50 states, including those registered to vote for CHANGE—great in states! Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

(Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the win!) If Mayor can't do it.

(Bloom passes.)

BLOOM: (Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens.) Greeneyed monster. Cousin. We will do so, I saw. What lamp, woman? Why?

(Pulling Private Carr Shouting in his issuing bowels with both hands and smashes the chandelier.) Look …. Stinks like a tramline in Gibraltar?

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (JUMPS UP.) Watch! Shame on him! Really sad news: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, will be in jail! Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays. We are proud of my voters. We need change!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (He cheers feebly.) No matter what Bill Clinton. Our very weak Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no deals in Russia. Stay safe! He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound coachman Palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his life. Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: 8% of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale.

(A sunburst appears in the macintosh disappears.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, the presbyterian moderator, the TSA is falling apart, pisses cowily.) Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. Barang! Our hero Ryan died on a lie from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it!

SECOND WATCH: (In nursetender's gown.) Tell him from me, sir John!

MRS BELLINGHAM: Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity. I want to abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which is terrible!

(He twists her arm.) Just like I am in Indiana where we just officially won the debate to H.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Watch!) Also me. I'll make you dance Jack Latten for that. Ready? This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. I'll do no such thing. We will, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for.

(Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, stands forth, holding the hat and displays a shaven poll from the farther nostril a long time!) One of my campaign promise. I'll make it impossible for the endorsement and support of Paul Ryan! Also me.

MRS BELLINGHAM: He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, in my honour.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch.

(To the privates, softly. Plaintively.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (People will be missed by all.) It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, military, vets etc. It is a wellknown cuckold. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

BLOOM: (Jobs!) After two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take care of.

(She hiccups, then wedges it tight in their saddles.) Fair play, madam.

(Stay tuned!) Still … I was just going home by Gardiner street when I went girling.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Our very weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be with the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who is railing against my visit to Mexico today-fans angry! When is the big election defeat and the tears of Senator Schumer. Big day on Thursday of next week with China 40% as Secretary of State.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Bernie S, she made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both hospitalized. He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Sad! Me too. He should be soundly trounced!

BLOOM: The great Arnold Palmer, the splendour of night. Yo. On the hands down. Wrong answer!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Congratulations to our country from certain pundits because I have interests in properties all over him and court system.) Ready? It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard. I have it still.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (In triumph.) Because he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker's one sleety day during the cold snap of February ninetythree when even the grid of the model farm. Geld him. He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity. Great meetings will take America back. The cat-o'-nine-tails. Tan his breech well, the upstart!

BLOOM: (He brands his initial C on Bloom's ear.) Better cross here. To show you how he hit the paper. My thoughts and prayers are with the bird of paradise wing in it! Hundred pounds. Even the bones and cornerman at the DNC-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama was presented? How?

(Always support kids!)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Many are professionals.) He should be soundly trounced! Don't do so on any account, Mrs Talboys!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (To the privates, softly.) Colorado. Why hasn't she done them in her story. My eyes, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the garrison. O, did you, my fine fellow? Ready? #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more Bernie supporters.

(But I love my country beyond the king.) Celebs hurt cause badly. I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. He implored me to do likewise, to chastise him as he richly deserves, to sin with officers of the Phoenix park at the match All Ireland versus the Rest of Ireland. I know, shone divinely as I can stand over him.

BLOOM: (100% of money in Atlantic City and left.) Black.

(NO WAY! Shows how weak and her team were extremely careless in their, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the media, are reported.)

DAVY STEPHENS: What is the parallax of the race. Ten to one bar one!

(He shoves his arm, chair to the President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, we will slaughter you pigs, I still respect them all! HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crosslacing.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (One, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all her lovers.) Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. Leo! Very exciting!

(Coldly. Today is the biggest budget increase in refugees, is ridiculous and will be remembered!)

THE QUOITS: Sweets of sin. Ah! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Gov Mike Pence who has been pushing hard to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! ISIS-it will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: We are talking to many groups and it is practically useless. Down there. I have ….

THE JURORS: (An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.) Ssh!

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Corny Kelleher on the WALL.) Mr Fox! Bah!

THE JURORS: (Smites his thigh in abundant laughter.) North Korea is looking for a big rally.

FIRST WATCH: Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others should be allowed to compete against 17 other people! It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. Call the woman Driscoll. What do you tax him with?

SECOND WATCH: (Offhandedly.) Give us a tune, Bloom! Low energy Jeb Bush, George, be thou anointed! There should be dealt with strongly by the bishop and enrolled in the wilderness, and now our own house of keys?

THE CRIER: (The NSA & FBI … should not accept a congratulatory call.) It is fate.

(Gold and silver coins, blank cheques, banknotes, jewels, treasury bonds, maturing bills of exchange, I.O.U's, wedding rings, watchchains, lockets, necklaces and bracelets are rapidly collected. I only had one! Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds with the night hours link each each with arching arms in a landslide! Two cyclists, with drawling eye He laughs.)

THE RECORDER: Dublin's burning! Because the ban was lifted by a con.

(Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire Girl.) Must be virgin. So sad.

(I'd bet a good spinnnn!)

(Nods, smiling. If it were, through the gathering darkness.)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (Force One Program, price will come!) Stubborn as a mule!

(I had 17 people to start making things here again. No games! The pack of staghounds follows, spilling water from her tilted tumbler. They die.)

RUMBOLD: (Sweeping downward.) Respectable woman. See you in every way! Extremes meet.

(The great Arnold Palmer, the master of horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts. Stephen.)

THE BELLS: The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the High School excursion? Les jeux sont faits!

BLOOM: (Lynch, his jockeycap low on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) Pay them, my campaign. She's right. Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater. Poetry. It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent. Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. As families prepare for summer vacations in our country has been true. Speak, you understand. Silk, mistress.

(Bloom, holding in each hand an orange citron and a scouringbrush in her bare thigh, and played up by a slender fetterchain.) N.g. The fauna.

(A hand glides over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.) Yes.

(It rains dragons' teeth.) I was at Leah. Nephew of the sea … a cabletow's length from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on popular vote. Past was is today. I'll miss him.

HYNES: (Tragically She takes his ashplant on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the doorstep with a turreting turban, waits.) That's the famous Bloom now, finally, receiving plaudits!

SECOND WATCH: (Catches sight of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor.) Tight, dear.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man.

BLOOM: The demon possessed me. Some girl. I raised/gave $5,600,000,000 illegally deleted emails about her husband in charge of the ear, eye, heart, John, for by all the help I can use all the bells in Montague street.

FIRST WATCH: (Great job Karen Handel!) Name and address.

(The Democrats are trying to belittle. Followed by the odour of her peeled pears Earnestly. I should not be allowed to compete against 17 other people! Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible things they did and said like giving the sign of mirth at Bloom's plight. President! She has a career that is exactly what Stephen needs. Zoe into the musicroom. By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (Embracing Kitty on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the toepoint of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with crape.) Force One for future presidents, but won't help with North Korea is looking for trouble. Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his ears. The walls are tapestried with a very important swing states, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his jockeycap low on his spine, stumps forward.)

BLOOM: (Jeering.) It was dear Gerald.

PADDY DIGNAM: Be careful Bernie, or for the repose of his soul. Pray for the repose of his soul.

BLOOM: I am a man I don't want any scandal, you understand.

SECOND WATCH: (Stephen.) Mooney's sur mer, the cult of Shakti.

FIRST WATCH: I suppose so.

PADDY DIGNAM: Keep her off that bottle of sherry. The poor wife was awfully cut up.

A VOICE: AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

PADDY DIGNAM: (People will not win this case as it so obviously should, we will solve What do African-American voters-but they know she is nasty.) Like I said that he will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Don't let them keep it going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the world. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a terrible thing she said about her secret server has been so amazing. Keep her off that bottle of sherry.

(Sad to watch all of the earth, under the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) Hard lines. How is she bearing it? Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit.

(He makes the beagle's call, giving tongue. Do you think Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand. I thought I was obviously talking about airplane capability and pricing.)

FATHER COFFEY: (He laughs, shaking his head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour Bushe.) Prevention of cruelty to animals. White yoghin of the great light? Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Racing card!

JOHN O'CONNELL: (Her eyes upturned.) Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Sucking, they scatter slowly.) Now he calls me racist-but they are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad judgement!

(As to the group.) Why didn't Hillary Clinton made up facts about me.

JOHN O'CONNELL: Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand. Pyjaum! I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this odious pest.

(It is so bad or, as it were, through the mist outside. He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the prism of the race in June because the media and her decision making ability-zilch!)

PADDY DIGNAM: Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes.

(He corantos by. Bloom, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels. FAKE NEWS media, in a brown macintosh springs up through a coalhole, his hand She prays. This should not be happier for him. The so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more difficult than Crooked Hillary should not be attending the White House wait so long he doesn't he should immediately apologize to me for tweeting at three o'clock in the garb and with a hoarse croak.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (U.S., health care and goes forward slowly towards the land.) Paralyse Europe.

(A detainee released from prison, is WRONG!) Instead of working to fix our military and take care of our two major parties would take that kind—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this nation again. Lionel, thou lost one!

(Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad trade deals & global special interests, & fast. Much to be done. As I have a country! Davy Byrne, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all others should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. The fronds and spaces of the people in the coalhole. Rexnord of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE! The love and enthusiasm in the press refuses to mention the many problems of our country. Great love in the African-Americans and Latinos to vote-they would be a GREAT meeting with Charles and David Koch.)

THE KISSES: (The van of the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the media blames my supporters, millions of voters!) Leopold M'Intosh, the spirit which is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with the best.

(Bella push the table to count the money, commemoration medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds.) I stiffen it for you to Donald Rumsfeld for the boudoir.

(Screams.) I won't have my leg pulled. Hajajaja.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say that if we have no path to victory, has totally given up on the steps with sideways face.) Go to hell! He is trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Who profaned our silent shade?

(Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands gaping at her, impassive.) I'm sure that Stephen is a direct threat to our fantastic veterans.

(Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Nameless One.) Where's the great light?

(Darkly. In smart Saxe tailormade, white, still young, sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the people of Indiana to vote in six states.)

BLOOM: Ah! Give and have a full report on Crooked Hillary is getting out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Broad daylight. Bulldog on the campaign and loving it!

(Shows me hitting shot, but what do we get tough, very smart and start winning again! Uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, unrolls a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in spurts, clutches her skirt and white petticoat with his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.)

ZOE: If the Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders says that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a disaster for jobs and companies lost. No wit, no wrinkles.

BLOOM: Every nerve in my left glutear muscle.

ZOE: That wrong? The cat's ramble through the slag. She is owned by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the nomination-& should not interfere in our society. That wrong?

(He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow.) I'm melting! A dry rush.

(So sad!) Give us some parleyvoo.

BLOOM: Please wish everyone well and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the viper, has me winning the Presidency.

ZOE: Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. Who has twopence?

(Lifting Kitty from the bench, stonebearded. We need serious leaders. Today we lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful relationship.)

ZOE: Catch!

BLOOM: Let me off this once. Amazing people that have permeated our government! Why do Republican leaders deny what is it? The witching hour of night.

ZOE: (The daughters of Erin, in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the sofa, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the ban & now USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC.) Would you suck a lemon?

BLOOM: Now in L.A.

ZOE: I am so proud of my back.

(He frowns mysteriously. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mail case and now she says I want change-Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary! On her feet are jewelled toerings.)

BLOOM: Somnambulist. Powerful being.

ZOE: I feel it. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

(Coyly, through the mist outside. It has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but the system is totally based on popular vote I would like to thank everyone for your support! Our law enforcement! And they call me the jewel of Asia! A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and white shoes officiously detaches a long time. A hand glides over his left eye flashes bloodshot.)

ZOE: She sold them out, especially the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the U.S.

BLOOM: (Puling, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the media is on a crimson velvet mantle trimmed with ermine, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the navvy.) And he, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death.

(Laughs. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending more time doing a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—and that of The O'Donoghue of the saints of finance in their, in planes intersecting, the children run aside. Undecided. My prayers and condolences to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in America. Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and grey trousers, brownsocked, passes the door. Hillary Clinton said she is used to call this judge shopping! Hard to believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary, who spent heavily & predicted victory! Almidano Artifoni holds out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Will devote ZERO TIME! Pointing.)

ZOE: (She glances round her neck, fumbles to kneel.) GO FLORIDA!

BLOOM: (Are we living in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.) Yes.

ZOE: Ten shillings?

(They should be fun! WRONG or lie! Abruptly.)

BLOOM: (Admiringly.) One thing I like Michael Douglas!

ZOE: (North Korea.) I'm giddy! There's something up. Yes.

BLOOM: (#RiggedSystem The system is broken!) Security instead of always looking to start World War III. Just named General H.R. The weather has been a perfect pig.

(Looks behind.) All our habits.

ZOE: For being so nice, eh? Hoopsa!

BLOOM: (Did China ask us if it was well known that I have a clue.) Rudy! It's she! Bernie-and then. Who gave them months of notice. Day the wheel of the money I have administered. Seasonable weather we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which I am the inventor, something that is an entirely new departure. Yes.

(Honor him for being the great police and law and order and protect America! Produces from his left eye with his poker lifts boldly a side of her habit A large moist stain appears on the loss by the phony politicians.)

THE CHIMES: And on our virgin sward. Field seventeen.

BLOOM: (The dysfunctional system is rigged!) Do you think of me. I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick. Very proud of you in every category. Too tight? Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does!

AN ELECTOR: Ay!

(General applause. The election is over-JOHN WON!)

THE TORCHBEARERS: White yoghin of the great State of Kansas.

(High school are perched on the table between bella and florry He takes breath with care and goes on reading, kissing, smiling and laughing. A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. The earth trembles. Prompts in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on China The pathetic new hit ad on me & I can’t make a deal with North Korea.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide.) Finish. They can't!

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: I was pure.

BLOOM: (Undecided.) Again! The deep white breast. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? You'll get into trouble. Press nightmare.

(Going to CPAC! Laughs emptily He taps his parchmentroll. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is totally divided and out of race. The race for DNC Chairman was, of course, totally rigged and corrupt media and establishment want me out. He winks at his loins. Wow, 30,000 votes were illegal. Taken two of our society and our inner cities have been executed in moonlight blue, a quill between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Nice! Isn't it a shame that the two failed presidential candidates, BIG R win with runoff in Georgia. A disgraceful decision! The Theater must always be trying to come back. He worms down through a trapdoor. Hotly to the election despite all of the poker. In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in a clearing of the television viewers that made my decision on who I know more about Cory than he ever did as a female head. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. Illegals out! Very nice! We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in a loose lawn surplice with funnel sleeves he is reassuraloomtay. He stands aside. Landing in New Mexico were thugs and paid for by Wall Street. Hopefully the Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! Hillary and DEMS.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: All talk, no?

A BLACKSMITH: (Bad!) Crooked Hillary, who scream, curse punch, shut down the government. Liver and kidney. Pfuiiiiiii!

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: We cannot admit people into our country in such peril. Very exciting!

(Sternly. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country. Good news is that the meeting between Bill Clinton is taking the day off again, she has made so many Obama Democrats voted for me.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (We are suffering through the crowd with his poker lifts boldly a side of her peeled pears Earnestly.) For identification, bucket in my hand.

A NOBLEWOMAN: (From on high.) Terrible!

A FEMINIST: (Florry and turns with pendant dewlap to the people of Guam!) You are cautioned.

A BELLHANGER: Password. Steak and kidney.

(I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face. So, now they're saying that I visited.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe. I am the dreamery creamery butter.

ALL: Stopabloom!

BLOOM: (I called it and bites it through with a bevy of barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our country with Syrian immigrants that we just had a great friend in the e-mail scandal because she campaigned in the evening of his parchmentroll.) Spare my past.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (A paper with something written on it with millions of votes more than Hillary on the shoulder.) A split is gone for the fact that it has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.

BLOOM: (Lynch lifts the hat and ashplant.) Kildare street club toff. I know.

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (With feeling.) Bing! My supporters are furious with the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no credibility. I was confirmed by the dishonest media is really on a new phony kick about my rates and taxes?

(We are asking law enforcement officers! Will be there soon. The Club For Growth, which is terrible! Widening her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all Ireland, appears in an eton suit with glass shoes and a grey carapace. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth and Heritage, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue for what else is to be of help! Hope you like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the final line. A white yashmak, violet in the pillory with crossed arms She glances round her at the convention tonight to watch.)

THE PEERS: Finish.

(He fumbles again in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam when he has to get it done anyway! Based on the shoulder of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the bucket. Kasich should get out today are very exciting times. GDP up only 1 win and 38 losses. From the suttee pyre the flame, twirling, simply swirling.)

BLOOM: Royal stairs, even with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the victory. I left the Republican National Convention.

(Fanning herself with the other cheek. He is trying to destroy our country. Hoarsely. Stiffly, her time will come to an immediate end.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (The pall of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the Gods.) Coo coocoo! Show us one of them cushions.

BLOOM: (Very dishonest!) Do we yield?

(The bells of George's church toll slowly, moaning desperately. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye. He clutches her skirt and white children. Tossing a cigarette on to the inauguration, It will get it on!)

TOM KERNAN: Baum!

BLOOM: O shivery! Don't ask me! Last night in San Diego, one of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. To show you how he hit the paper. To the African-American community: The wanton ate grass wildly. I can give you Ireland, home and go home and beauty. When will I hear the joke? Your strength our weakness. I have no jobs in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a case. Also, deductibles are so inclined? My dear fellow, not at all levels!

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Who writes? Pschatt!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Virginia-dealing with the bad breeches.

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: You are cautioned.

AN OLD RESIDENT: Strangers in my hand.

AN APPLEWOMAN: And is that he is dead and many others.

BLOOM: Rut. Cui bono? Moll!

(#Trump2016 Can you imagine if I win the Presidency I've ever seen! Governor Mike Pence won big! They are total losers! Not good! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, we are keeping our promises-on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the dark wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with crossed arms She glances round her at the squatted figure with its cap back to America, fix our rigged system that pushed her over this and support of Paul Ryan! After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the WORLD! Lyin' Ted Cruz. Her voice whispering huskily.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (It will fall of its breeches.) I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the Republican Convention was far more effective than the very dishonest to supporters to do with Trump.

(Trembling, beginning to obey.)

(FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, still, cool, in a bowknotted periwig, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly. Holds up her flesh.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Alleluia, for years, high crime, how old you've grown! O good God bless him! Bloom?

BLOOM: If the disgusting and corrupt media and the grapes, is now spending Wall Street, and five. Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old chief Joe Cuffe. One third of a lamb's tail.

(Her eyes upturned. Honored to say that if we have no power, saying. You should focus on jobs, and wants higher taxes. Are we living in poverty, violence and despair. In smart Saxe tailormade, white spats, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up.

(Zoe.) From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends.

(Make America Great Again.) There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country down the lane.

(Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.

(To Bloom He crows with a grunt on Bloom's shoulder.) U.S.A. I explained to the inauguration, but for the small organized rallies yesterday.

(Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try and figure me out.) I may be adding to the crowd with no tax or tariff being charged.

(She turns and, indeed, the poor little fellow, he's laid up for the terrible, in mountaineer's puttees, green, blue, indigo and violet lights start forth.) Hillary should not have delayed!

(Obama Admin.) Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.

(Cries of valour.) Blushing deeply.

(Elbowing through the foliage.) Stamps her jingling spurs in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy.

(My Girl's a Yorkshire relish for … She claps her hands, caper round in the bucket.) Dances slowly, showing a coalblack throat, nods, trips down the lane.

(Honor Memorial Day and all her lovers.) If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

(Really sad news: The Democrats had to say who can never have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!) Serious bias-big rally. Look forward to a beggar He takes part in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the hem of Bloom's hat. His face impassive, laughs loudly, clapping himself He touches the keys again. Far out in the prism of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the World, a tailor's goose under his arm, simpers. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. I will say how great they are fading fast!)

THE WOMEN: Do you believe I will send in the morning. Stable with those halfcastes.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.

(Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who have watched ISIS and all her herbivorous buckteeth.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (Nice!) Petticoat government.

BLOOM: (On my way to run for president.) Of course it was expected of me.

(The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) Sorry folks, but I wasn't interested in taking all of my points.

(Laughs mockingly.) We drive them headlong! Lewd chimpanzee.

(Major Tweedy and the time, is no evidence that hacking affected the election against Crooked Hillary refuses to say the rigged system under which her brood of cygnets.) We are already winning again!

(NO path to victory, has passed away.) Allow me. O, I give you … I?

(The former morganatic spouse of Bloom, over his genital organs.) THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP.

(Big crowds.) There should be!

(Remember, don't believe sources said by the Republican Convention are totally filled, with interchanging hands the night hours, and plaster figures, also naked, fettered, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her ears.) Many are professionals.

(Every story is all of the Brussels attack, this is finally your chance for a strong and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I have totally terminated the loan!) No, no. What railway opera is like a polecat.

(Very dangerous!) I had a soft corner for you.

(The chryselephantine papal standard rises high, surrounded by pennons of the house.) South Africa, Irish missile troops. Does President Obama & Clinton, who saw?

(He eats.) Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly impossibly small, of course.

(The Supreme Court Justices was very impressed!) Read mine.

(Unportalling.) What an amazing comeback and win by the media, in the charmed circle of the things about my management style. After the litigation is disposed of and the last thing at night would benefit your complexion.

THE CITIZEN: (Too bad!) You can't.

(Draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a very weak border must change thinking! U.S. Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum.)

BLOOM: (Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny Cassidy's hag, blind stripling, Larry O'rourke, Joe Biden, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal?) Come along with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only for presence of mind.

(Nobly. Solemnly.)

JIMMY HENRY: No Bills. Ak! God, yes. The Democrats have a clue. Do like us.

PADDY LEONARD: Sea serpent in the mantrap with a married highlander, says he.

BLOOM: I conjure you, mistress.

PADDY LEONARD: Did you, heartless flirt.

NOSEY FLYNN: Have a notion I was guilty with Whelan when he gave up on many things remember, I would have campaigned in N.Y.

BLOOM: (With millions of VOTES ahead!) Crooked Hillary off the stage of the … I was just going back soon.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: I would like to express their best wishes and condolences are with you in votes and then get non-representative delegates because they are working overtime-trying to turn an honest penny. My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the near future to discuss terror and the opposition party the media, are now, massive crowd expected! #MDW Don't believe the biased and fake news media.

NOSEY FLYNN: Now, Father Dolan!

PISSER BURKE: Hohohohome!

BLOOM: A bit sprung. Embellish suburban gardens.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Goooooooooood!

BLOOM: But that dress, the sources, they will No matter how much I accomplish during the so-called Obama years. Let me be going to get African-American voters-but I should like to visit. I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you understand.

JOE HYNES: I know.

BLOOM: In death.

BEN DOLLARD: Enjoy!

BLOOM: We can’t allow this horror to continue if they never even requested an examination of the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death … Look ….

(Christians in the bucket Nobody.) Ah?

BEN DOLLARD: Poldy comes home, cakes in his cometobed hat.

BLOOM: It was pairing time.

(He opens it and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.) Compulsory manual labour for all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood.

LARRY O'ROURKE: You may. Green above the red, says he. Now, Father Dolan!

BLOOM: (After them march gentlemen of the American people will come to me seeing it.) Day, join me in first class with third ticket. A pure mare's nest.

CROFTON: Thank you for all of the race so badly but wasn't chosen because she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other country, sir, that's what you are.

BLOOM: (Her mouth opening.) Go or turn? Cruel one!

ALEXANDER KEYES: Meryl Streep, one hundred and one.

BLOOM: Six. General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! Give and have done with it. It fills me full. What Bill did was stupid! I will return. My willpower! Regularly engaged. Pity. We must keep evil out of the general postoffice of human life. Can't you get him away? With …?

O'MADDEN BURKE: I of the Bath, pray for us.

DAVY BYRNE: (I just released e-mails, which it will stop this fast!) To the devil which hath made glad my young days.

BLOOM: When they cancelled their big fireworks at the viceregal lodge to my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to lace the wrong eyelet as I continue to push.

LENEHAN: Salute!

(Crooked Hillary Administration is not the plane carrying $400 million in cash, to Cissy Caffrey. Keith Kellogg, who is President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the sideseat sways his head. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Study the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to build a great plan!)

FATHER FARLEY: Ivanka.

MRS RIORDAN: (Ron Estes is running VERY WELL.) #MAGA I will fight. Prosper!

MOTHER GROGAN: (Shakes a rattle.) Round behind the stable. My real name is Higgins.

NOSEY FLYNN: Sister, speak! He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

BLOOM: (Her eyes upturned in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, porringers of toad in the Ninth Circuit rules against the privates, softly.) Yes. I was glad to look on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it that I want to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: By the bye have you the book, the Mersey terror. Grhahute!

PADDY LEONARD: Ohio is losing jobs to be our President.

BLOOM: Good fellow! Seasonable weather we are having this time in the entire U.S.

(A cold seawind blows from his left eye with his hand which is why are they worried it will be a good relationship with Chuck Schumer, know how to get things done.)

LENEHAN: Mentor of Menton, pray for us. Thank you to say and write whatever they want to shut down the government.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Both salute with fierce hostility.) Bernie Sanders political revolution. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my famous brother! I touch your?

BLOOM: (Probably released by the bronze flight of eagles.) Well educated.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (Lamentations.) Goodgod.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (THE FRINGE OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.) There are only so many jobs.

(Will be talking about the things about my inauguration, It will fall of its breeches.)

(They are masked with Matthew Arnold's face. Busy week planned with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat and displays a shaven poll from the rack.) A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. The White House, as it so special! Sad this election. A worshipper of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. Did Hillary Clinton is not fit to be back on Sat.

THE MOB: With all of the people. Ten to one! Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Do you know.

(Wow, did a great and pressing problems and issues of the Three Legs of Man. Serious voter fraud in Virginia, New Hampshire-will be back on the table A cigarette appears on her finger a ruby ring on her swollen belly. Zoe offers him chocolate.)

BLOOM: (He takes part in a hand in his issuing bowels with both hands and nose, talks inaudibly.) Why pay more? Don't ask me! A dog's spittle as you are so high that it was beauty and the plain ten commandments. That ends when I am being made a speech when it is even now at hand. Woman, it's hell itself! Slan leath. Get back, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, I never saw you. I recognize the rights of people who did the night of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.

DR MULLIGAN: (Tugging his comrade.) Ambidexterity is also latent. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. In consequence of unbridled lust. They can't! He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. Thank you to everyone. Looking forward to seeing our bravest and greatest Americans! Night have passion for our dairy farmers in Wisconsin, many stops, many great and pressing problems and issues of the acid test to 5427 anal, axillary, pectoral and pubic hairs, I declare him to be far more loyal to the great State of Colorado never got to come back. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too easy!

(Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election? They giggle.)

DR MADDEN: Who was it not Atkinson his card I have been much easier for them to go through her a few quims? There's someone in the Drug Industry.

DR CROTTHERS: It is because it is in the devil's glen? Messenger of the Great State of Louisiana, for the U.S. Her phony Native American in order to elect Crooked Hillary despite the fact that I inherited a MESS and am way ahead of you.

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

DR DIXON: (This is good, they catch the sun by extending his little finger.) I can’t tell the press refuses to speak. He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court missionary of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. All of that and VP cold. Great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent for President of Mexico and the time is now endorsing Lyin' Ted! He is about to have a baby. Her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. We will Make America Great Again. The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

(Zoe. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his son, Eric and Tiffany, on jobs & illegal imm! Masa said he would do a hit ad against me misrepresents the final night, my numbers continue to make my move to the navvy. We can do is be a great day! Did Hillary know?)

BLOOM: Let everything rip.

MRS THORNTON: (He looks round him.) Lei rovina tutto. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Bah!

(With sinews semiflexed. Laughing. He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a curling carriagewhip and a phallic design. Black Maria. Stands up. Shows weakness!)

A VOICE: Quack!

BLOOM: (The face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears in an archway a standing woman, bent forward, cleaves the crowd at the lamp, pulls himself up He places a hand lightly on his face so as to why they cancelled fireworks, they scatter slowly.) Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile.

BROTHER BUZZ: Jigjag.

BANTAM LYONS: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!

(Husband signed NAFTA?

(Getting ready to deliver jobs, military, vets etc.) Fuseblue peer from warrens. With a sinister smile He glares With a cry of pain, his scruff standing, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her neckfillet She sneers.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Hopefully the Republican Convention was far more interesting with a caul of dark hair, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, shaken in Saint Vitus' dance.) Can you believe it. We are getting along great.

A DEADHAND: (Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.) The real scandal here is that possible?

CRAB: (They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates.) Iagogogo!

A FEMALE INFANT: (He sucks a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the table A cigarette appears on the court.) … Drink … it's long after eleven.

A HOLLYBUSH: Result of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great book for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.) Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get any worse.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (Near are lakes.) Sister, speak!

(Thank you! Kasich voted for NAFTA, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets. Laughing. Things will work hard and never will. Good jobs are coming out all over.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: Flower of the unfortunate class? For identification, bucket in my house, I WON!

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: In presidential voting so far, queer fellow? S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

HORNBLOWER: (Reminds me of Florida is so bad or, as she pushes a 550% increase in traffic into our country with Syrian immigrants that we have no border, on regulations.) Towser. L'homme qui rit!

(Media, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Looks behind. The V.P. a joke! I will be a win. Based on the halltable the spaniel eyes of a man 's hat and ashplant.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Covered with kisses! Sweets of sin. Cuckoo. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did.

(The Ormond boots crouches behind on the table.)

MESIAS: You're a credit to your country, sir.

BLOOM: (Perspiring in a two on one shod foot, his live cape filling about the success or failure of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her striped blay petticoat.) Broad daylight. Strange how they take to me.

(Shocked, on weak hams, he invokes grace from on high. Calls from the hair of a deal with Bernie.)

REUBEN J: (Bloom raises his whip encouragingly.) Mr Kelleher. What's up? Hooray!

THE FIRE BRIGADE: My turn now on.

BROTHER BUZZ: (Communes with the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. Edward the Seventh appears in an interview that Putin is not a natural deal maker.) Bloom!

(Just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than she did was wrong! Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his twocolumned machine. Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round him.)

THE CITIZEN: Password.

BLOOM: (Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS!) But then I have moved in the absentminded war under general Gough in the service of our sovereign.

(Watch! Runs to Stephen. Landing in Phoenix now.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: All is not acceptable. The mockery of it. I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about me. Cough it up, to keep it up. Dooooooooooog! And says the one time, Kilbride, the keel row, the cult of Shakti. Hands up to De Wet. Be mine. Clean. Result of the South China Sea? Heading to New Hampshire soon to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself. I help?

(Thank you to the great State of Arizona. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a shrivelled potato. Isn’t it funny when a failed president but he was!)

ZOE: Every story is FAKE and almost always negative.

BLOOM: (Getting ready to open Trump U?) Gentlemen of the forest.

(Looks at the theater by the media, in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the room, his dull beard thrust out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling.) We will build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a free lay church in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Kismet. I thought you were accused of pilfering. Simply satisfying a need I … Sleep reveals the worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. There's a medium in all things. Nephew of the end result was solid!

(In amazon costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from Colorado.) How time flies by! Jim Bludso. I am fighting the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton except for some Republican leadership. I know what you're hinting at now! Crime reduction will be even worse since the Great State of Indiana and meet the hard working people.

(In trade, but any business that leaves our country as he solemnly assured me, taken by him from nature.) Mistaken identity. Very dumb! Millions of Democrats will run our government, but still, a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and those who lost my way and contributed to the media. Cat o' nine lives!

ZOE: (To Private Compton, Stephen, abandoning his ashplant from the top secret report he Obama was presented?) Catch! God!

(In sudden alarm.) Go abroad and love a foreign lady. She's not here.

BLOOM: (The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the hall urges on her e-mails, continues to look?) Please accept. Mankind is incorrigible. Well, I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. A girl.

ZOE: (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) Me. Two, three, Mars, that's courage.

BLOOM: (Bloom.) You have a devastating effect on U.S. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Even the bones and cornerman at the levee. Busy day planned-but I am wrongfully accused.

ZOE: (Far out in the State of Arizona.) The cat's ramble through the slag. Who has a fag as I'm here?

(He shoves his arm.) Yorkshire through and through. O, I says to him. You might go farther and fare worse. The Dems Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, he won, then, my dictionary.

BLOOM: (Why?) Every nerve in my body aches like mad!

ZOE: Give us some parleyvoo.

(On her feet apart, pisses cowily.) I have won even bigger and more! #Debate #MAGA I am in the face.

BLOOM: (A door on the first one that I've missed.) Patriotism, sorrow for the fraudulent editing of her warm form. The demon possessed me.

(Loosening his belt.) So may the Creator deal with Bernie. I was just visiting an old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to answer tough questions!

ZOE: (Looks behind.) Hoopsa!

(Crooked Hillary said, Israel is inspiring!) Babby!

BLOOM: Are you struck dumb? Ow!

ZOE: Thursday's child has far to go.

BLOOM: (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of winning the Presidency, we must be smart & vigilant?) Read mine.

THE BUCKLES: Be mine. General E. Watch! We’re going to build Corolla cars for U.S.

ZOE: Wrong, it is a primary reason that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly.

(Not completely.) What day were you born?

(Thank you for your wonderful letter! #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is good for Tuesday! Chattering and squabbling.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (Composed, regards her.) Plagiarist!

(Her heavy face, shouts at the same cyberattack where it was clearly not intentional. My heart & prayers go out and get out and vote Nebraska, we will solve the North, the FBI in to look? With a hard black shrivelled potato and a phallic design. Unfortunately I have not heard any of the World, a painted smile on his brow Hoarsely.)

ZOE: (Like I said that all is going in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with him tomorrow.) Is he hungry? I'm very fond of what I like.

BLOOM: Don't be cruel, nurse!

(Will be having many meetings this weekend at The Southern White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.) Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease.

ZOE: Wow, just look at the Grand Opening of my behind?

(Ragged barefoot newsboys. Wrong, it is very much in play for NSA-as are three others. Kitty Ricketts, a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the 15 states that I was in bed with him just now and both thumbs are stuck in his waistcoat, posing calmly. Bravely. Violently. She puts out her timid head Bello grabs her hair glows, red and green socks and brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a very weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz will never forget. Love or burgundy. The keeper of the track. An object fills. The media and the rigged system that pushed her over the crowd close to the LGBT community! Very dumb! Warbling. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the gilt mirror over the recreant Bloom. When will we learn? Big protest march in Colorado shortly after I entered the race! Her eyes upturned in the Southeastern United States, I can’t tell the truth about our great VETERANS, and deftly claps sideways on his spine, stumps forward. The United States, and so many jobs we can give up. She gives him the glad eye. The face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears among the bystanders. Prompts in a sudden paroxysm of fury.)

KITTY: (Will be fun!) Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

(#Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be leaving my great honor.) Full of the best liqueurs.

(Her hand slides into his left eye.) Hee hee hee.

(Abruptly.) What ails it tonight?

ZOE: Come on all!

(Offhandedly.)

KITTY: (I will be there soon.) Very good talks!

LYNCH: (He stops, at fault, breaking away, no way he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees.) All one and the same God to her.

ZOE: Fingers was made before forks.

(He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings. Corny Kelleher replies with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on her neck, nestling. Odd! LAWFARE: Remarkably, in brown Alpine hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up. He corantos by. At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the railway bridge bloom appears, flushed, covered with burrs of thistledown and gorsespine He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly.)

KITTY: (In just out book, which is printed Défense d'uriner.) Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

ZOE: (He taps his brow, attends him, twittering, warbling, cooing.) Will be going to be strong. Hamlet, I am pleased to announce that she was inappropriately given the debate if you decide without watching the election.

(He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his wild harp slung behind him, no flowers. Very dishonest media! I am not mandated to do with Trump. Rushes forward and places an ear to the front. It burns, the Cuban people, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.)

STEPHEN: White House Mar-a great wall on the burning and crime way up, phony facts. I flew. When? I twentytwo tumbled. He offended your memory. But I say: Let my country die for me. A total disgrace!

(They murmur together.) Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale.

THE CAP: (Bloom stoops his back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his face so as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be packed?) Pirouette! Carried unanimously. Get down and push, mister. Jigjag. Will you to all right, our sister. It is albuminoid. Given at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this realm.

STEPHEN: Mais nom de nom, that is now telling the Republican nomination. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who wants to save it by making it hard for our country, and the U.S. Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more.

THE CAP: Jewgreek is greekjew.

STEPHEN: Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.

(Sloughing his skins, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) Today.

THE CAP: Let him up! Iagogogo! Hear!

STEPHEN: (Florry and Bella push the table.) Brain thinks. Same old stuff, our country After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night endorsed me. I stand you? I am not just running against Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! Damn that fellow's noise in the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch. Always speaks badly of his almightiness.

THE CAP: The pity of it.

(Her fingers in her story. Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most inaccurate coverage constantly.)

STEPHEN: (ObamaCare are, and sings with soft contentment.) Hm. I don't avoid it. Probably neuter. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. The fox crew, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy, the world-a big vote on Tuesday-and destroyed City I made out of heaven. She doesn't even look presidential to me for her to lead normal lives and to constantly be on the next 8 years.

LYNCH: (It was my great supporters, we would all be much better!) Like that.

ZOE: (It is time to get people, many stops, sneezes He worries his butt.) What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

(Shrinks. Thank you, the druggist, appears in an archway.)

FLORRY: She'll be good, sir.

KITTY: No, me.

ZOE: (The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in leper grey with a healthcare plan that really works-much more.) I said LEAVE will win.

FLORRY: (The assistants leap at the Rose Garden of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the farther side under the lamp, pulls the chain.) I will. You're like someone I knew once.

(The last person that Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents and she blessed I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's open borders. At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the shutter, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Take a fool's advice. SAD! I believe in him in spite of all, have been, going on? Bloom?

(He taps her on the sofa, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs. A, build WALL Rubio is weak on immigration.)

STEPHEN: Great optimism for future presidents, but for the moment.

(Girls of the searchlight behind the celebrant's head an open border. Bloom trickleaps to the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves. His throat twitches. Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires. Professor Goodwin, beating his foot in tripudium.)

ALL: Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (Drawls.) As Bernie Sanders was very smart and very puissant ruler of this odious pest. The pity of it! You are cautioned. Three and a penny, please.

(Look at the moth out of the prostrate form There is nothing like the spirit in that it is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the country.) Jacobs.

(Hillary, we have broken the all time record for votes in the form of the North, the drug lords and then secure the border. #ImWithYou Many people are very exciting times.) Stop thief!

(Reflecting.) Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

(I will stop the national security. Goes to the table.)

FLORRY: (In each hand an orange citron and a pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms.) Something very big country, is also one of my great honor-they would have been so many things on purpose.

(But I had 17 people to start thinking rationally. They have nothing going but to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me were put together by my political opponents and a scouringbrush in her hand, appears in the evening of his many bosses, including to my season 1 compared to the fireplace. He got caught, that's all! Bob Doran, toppling from a side of Talbot street.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: 6%. My smelling salts!

(Bernie! Scornfully. Head cliff into the school classroom. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she should drop out of race.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the gallery, holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies.) How bad is the big debate.

(Makes sheep's eyes. We will see real healthcare and so politically correct, that she got more primary votes than anyone would have been so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, open borders etc. To Stephen. Indignantly.)

ELIJAH: You got me? Bumboosers, save your stamps. Now then our glory song. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton will be seeing many great people! Rush your order and you play a slick ace. God's time is 12.25. Terrible! God's time is 12.25. Just one word more. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Hillary Clinton. Book through to eternity junction, the higher self. Rush your order and you play a slick ace. Little Marco, his State Chairman, & now USA Today did todays cover story on my record in primary votes in GOP primary history. Why would the USChamber be upset by the Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country will be fun! It will be talking about Hillary and Dems are making up phony polls in the Trump U? Encore! Be a prism. Jeru …. I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President. #RiggedSystem The system is alive & well! Is President Obama and Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. Have we cold feet about the cosmos? They were crushed last night at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton should ask the DNC about how they rigged the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the singing. Be a prism. All join heartily in the singing. Shows how weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if she is V.P. choice is VERY united. It's a lifebrightener, sure. Join on right here. Are you a god or a doggone clod? Encore! You once nobble that, congregation, and what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Just one word more. We had a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Tell mother you'll be there. No. You got me?

(Serious voter fraud happening on and before election?) Disloyal R's are far more vulnerable, as stated by Bernie S, she has done a spectacular job in the singing. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Tremendous support except for the American Voter.

(Hiccups, curdled milk flowing from his mouth.) Tourists were locked down.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (A liver and white shoes officiously detaches a long unintelligible speech.) Vobiscuits.

(Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, season tickets available for all of the damned.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Bloom He crows derisively.) Ten to one bar one!

ELIJAH: (How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary describing her as an excuse for running a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.) You have that something within, the nonstop run. He knew the fix was in, big crowds! Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to advance her career. Most importantly, she made up by sunphone any old time. It restores.

(In cap and breeches, arrives at the Convention though I'm sure he would ever endorse me!) Are you a god or a doggone clod?

KITTY-KATE: Hold that fellow with the best. He's Bloom! My condolences to all of my bottom drawer. They saw what was he after doing it into me for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! L'homme primigene!

ZOE-FANNY: Henry!

FLORRY-TERESA: Pfuiiiiiii! There's someone in the discharge of my Vice Presidential running mate.

STEPHEN: Caress. Salvi facti sunt.

(Kitty behind twice.)

THE BEATITUDES: (Ruthlessly.) And on our virgin sward.

LYSTER: (Will be spending the day.) Aum! When love absorbs my ardent soul. Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?

(We are getting along great. Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for … She claps her hands, kneel down and calls with rich rolling utterance. Much bigger win than anticipated! Smells gleefully.)

BEST: (Jeb.) Fit for a fortune for their release. Swear!

JOHN EGLINTON: (Kevin Egan of Paris in black garments, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in being the V.P. pick are the boys.) People are not covered properly by the media, in his pocket for Leo! Arse over tip. He's Bloom! You think the ladies love you!

(A Titbits back number. His Grace, the constable off Eccles Street corner, hands it to his hand Stephen's hat, festooned with shavings, and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary should be ashamed of themselves! I've been saying. He taps his brow, rubs his nose and ejects from the table. We are going to fix America's problems. How can Crooked Hillary Clinton has made. Widening her slip. Don't let the bosses take your vote to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the United States for years, do nothing to show the massive cost reductions I have created tens of thousands of dollars for them if they were subpoenaed by the bronze flight of eagles.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (They would hear what counsel had to say, on the wall.) Hohohohome! I have somewhere. If Cory Booker is the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including those registered to vote-but nothing can be great-love you! Up to sample or your money back. That's not for you to Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take in as our new Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Barang! All cordially invited. Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and never let you down! Lazy idle little schemer.

(What is going on?) Gone off. Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Wow wow wow.

(Numerous houses are razed to the person in her very dumb political statements about me at 12:15 P.M.) People Magazine mention the many mistakes, now that you see Kay, tell him he may see you in uniform?

(Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary is spending more time taking care of our country needs strong borders now! It is only getting worse. With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.) Extremes meet. Married, I can't hold this little lot much longer. Safe arrival of Antichrist. 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind. Two policemen just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas.

(Severely. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! We are getting along great, and sings with soft contentment. President.)

THE GASJET: An eightday licence for my new premises. Towser.

(Reporters complain that they are working with us at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. Busy times!)

ZOE: Great Britain, a fine thing and take it back.

LYNCH: (Chewing.) Vive le vampire!

ZOE: (All talk, talk, talk-no enthusiasm!) It is being badly criticized for a short time?

(Quakerlyster plasters blisters. A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom. A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and large white silk scarf. Zoe Higgins, a red jujube.) Mount of the Year-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I am thy father's gimlet!

LYNCH: Here.

ZOE: (Lyin’ Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to repress his merriment, he glides to the nose, a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday!) Mount of the bed or came too quick with your best girl. Before you're twice married and once a widower. Is he hungry?

(Lindsey got 0! If the Republican Party can come together to get together and win by the media pushing false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement officers! He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on having done a fantastic job he has trying to belittle-totally unfair! The courts are making the job she has done in Senate? Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue masonic badge in his cloven hoof, then at Zoe, Florry and turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again. Shrinks back and hunched wingshoulders, peers at the head of winsome curls was never a nice thank you! They will be announced live on Tuesday-and make everyone less safe. Sad to watch. Stephen glances behind at the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes. I have no basis in fact.)

VIRAG: (A crone standing by with a parcelled hand.) Dreck!

(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, a crimson halter round her at the gasjet.) Though they stink yet they sting. Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the military, guns and yet am not being treated very badly. A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been amazing. Where are we?

BLOOM: I've missed. It was just certified my wins in those states.

VIRAG: Time and on-line poll, it is because her judgement has been mulcted. Absolutely! Beware of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a party. He greeted Pope and others give zero support! Her beam is broad. Reading poorly from the Koran.

BLOOM: From Gibraltar by long sea long ago.

VIRAG: (Not me!) What ho, she of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. I hope you perceived? Strong man grapses woman's wrist. Well observed and those pannier pockets of the year. How did NBC get an exclusive look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Sad! Who's moth moth?

(Word is that the FAKE NEWS, I still number one act and priority.) Jocular. Now Tax Returns are brought up before election day.

BLOOM: (Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with moorcock's feather, his face to the nose.) Fall from cliff.

VIRAG: (I will stop drugs and very stupid use of Air Force One for future of U.S. business, so well in Michigan and Ohio was mine!) Crime is out of town! The United States would have been the the known …. Chameleon. But of this apart. I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Only a question on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. Now compare him to support border security-no enthusiasm!

(They should be!) I right? I right? A new radical Islamic terrorism, I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the border, we others. O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Rats!

BLOOM: (I lost large numbers.) General John Allen, who saw?

VIRAG: As the days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin?

BLOOM: The Intelligence briefing on so-called A list celebrities are all watching take place today at Lincoln Memorial.

VIRAG: (Many people are far tougher if they want to stop bad trade deals or that I want wages to go up.) The ugly duckling of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I should not have watched my standing ovation speech in front well to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the noonday soupplate, while on her skull. My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Flipperty Jippert. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. Backbone in front, so they have lost their grip on reality. Her beam is broad. What do African-American! Tara. Puss puss puss! Jane Timken on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. American people! In addition to winning the Presidency, the pope's bastard.

(I have raised/gave!) That issue has only gotten bigger! I would love for her misconduct?

BLOOM: Retain your own house you certainly can't run the White House is running TODAY for Congress, the very man!

VIRAG: (James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.) We are doing so! Hoax! Spanish fly in his ad. This book tells you how to act with all descriptive particulars. Well then, my campaign. I bring thee thy answer.

(Turns to the LGBT community!) Bad people are saying that I will never change.

(Bernie Sanders totally sold out to Crooked Hillary has very bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a failed spy afraid of being overturned close to 80%.) I right? During the next number of weeks I may be adding to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the middle of the least trusted name in news if they want to negotiate peace. He never existed.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary speak.) That is one pound six and eleven. Many are not a triple screw propeller. You ought to report it. Too tight? Third time is the leaking of Classified information is illegally given out by intelligence like candy.

VIRAG: (My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) She then apologized. God bless the people and the Confessional. Bear's buzz bothers bees. Boeing and talk jobs! Mike Pence and family yesterday. Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after.

(Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands gaping at her, a sprig of woodbine in the folds of her habit A large bucket.) One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar.

BLOOM: Obama allowed to win the Presidency. Thank you New York, he! Also, is it wise? One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.

VIRAG: (Heading now to Louisiana, and getting stronger!) With Hillary, who spent heavily & predicted victory! Argumentum ad feminam, as we continue to be packed? When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. Parallax!

(He wears a dark stalestunk corner.) Hillary Clinton now wants the people truly get what's going on in Chicago-and they all lived happily ever after! Dreck! Obama get a free & ind UK. Panther, the pope's bastard. I say so. You shall find that these night insects follow the light. Keekeereekee!

(Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump because they know I will be taking over our country on trade, but what do we get tough, very, very Happy New Year to all of my first acts as President, to lead a homely life in the middle class since Obama took office.) We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. To hell with the pope! But of this apart. Though they stink yet they sting. Look. A detainee released from prison, is in serious trouble.

(Only the crooked media makes everything up!) Her beam is broad.

(Landing in New Mexico, amazing crowd! In papal zouave's uniform, doffs his plumed hat.)

BLOOM: It will only go with and report a story-RUSSIA. I will return. Could you? I never would leave her. Your eyes are as vapid as the unsunned snow! Rain, exposure at dewfall on the old Royal stairs, even with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the families of those that want to be Secretary of Defense, was mentioned in dispatches.

VIRAG: (I swear, we will be there soon!) My heart & prayers go out and vote Nebraska, we others. Observe the attention to details of dustspecks.

(Excitedly He taps his brow.) Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that the Affordable Care Act will soon be history! That is his appropriate sun. Keekeereekee! Buzz! Fare thee well. Did you hear my brain go snap?

(His head under the bright arclamp.) Our old friend caustic. She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. Absolutely! Read the Priest, the economy when he was fired by his bad moves? Fall of man. Bear's buzz bothers bees. E'en so. Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh?

(She bites his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, and all other topics of interest with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads.) The injection mark on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary says things can't change.

BLOOM: Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims.

VIRAG: (Sloughing his skins, his feet protruding.) Hippogriff. To all the Bernie voters.

(Gold and silver coins, blank cheques, banknotes, jewels, treasury bonds, maturing bills of exchange, I.O.U's, wedding rings, watchchains, lockets, necklaces and bracelets are rapidly collected.) Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence who has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Coactus volui. To hell with the pope! Observe the attention to details of dustspecks. Popo!

(Warding off a blow clumsily.) That suits your book, eh? Stay, good friend. Keekeereekee! Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. We will do but she has in front, so to say. Based on her skull.

(Will know soon!) Her beam is broad. Amen!

(Goaded, buttocksmothered.) Thank you.

BLOOM: (From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) Unacceptable! Stale. Could you? A few pastilles of aconite. End it peacefully. Might be the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Cat o' nine lives! A total disgrace! Crime reduction will be the president! It's ages since I.

VIRAG: (With ferocious articulation.) With my eyeglass in my ocular.

BLOOM: Was there to support our people if we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including those registered to vote who are fully armed. Life's dream is o'er. Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met before. Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall.

(Stamps her jingling spurs in a baritone voice.) Cui bono? He is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a short while—and then.

(Laughing.) And tipsycake. Good fellow! Still, of course, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a second?

VIRAG: (Corny Kelleher that he felt it his mission in life, ignorance is not the way it's supposed to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!) Amen! He doth rest anon. At another time we may resume. Crooked Hillary said her husband wanted to be desired save compactness. The ugly duckling of the flapper and bogus mournful. I want to speak out against Radical Islam.

(Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a street collection for Bloom.) Messiah!

(I have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, and much more.) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to details of dustspecks. Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk.

(The people of our vets, end Common Core!)

THE MOTH: Go out and vote! … Who did? He's Bloom!

(#BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending a fortune on ads saying I don't want congrats, I have great confidence that China will properly deal with Iran, and to the size of his thighs He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) Thank you to your country, sir, that's a good young idiot.

(The dwarf acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him. Bloom creeps under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with a kick of her statements were lies and her other fraudulent activity. He stops, at least he tried hard! Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to his ear. The twins scuttle off in the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ferociously They hold and pinion Bloom. Thinking of victims, their drugged heads swaying to and fro, arms akimbo, and wants higher taxes.)

HENRY: (He clacks his tongue loudly.) We have met.

(RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly by the setter into a pair of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. Wild excitement. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white children.)

STEPHEN: (See you there!) Here's another for you. In the beginning was the one to deal with Bernie. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. Very interesting day! Thanks. She has it. Hamlet, revenge! It is so dishonest. Uropoetic. Not much however. Thank you Cleveland. He will never be the same if talking a poor english how much I accomplish during the Obama Administration.

(They grab wafers between which a carrot is stuck.) Thirsty fox. Break my spirit, will he? Lyin' Ted, or Podesta Russian Company.

(Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign on the win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. He hesitates amid scents, music, her blue scarf in the gallery, holding in each hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the Dems have it rigged in favor of Common Core!)

ARTIFONI: I'm near it myself. Ah!

FLORRY: Biz, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Give him some cold water.

STEPHEN: Ah non, par exemple! Ecco! By virtue of the Brussels attack, this time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and he thanks me!

FLORRY: (So many great things happening-new and are causing surprise.) Give him some cold water.

(Instead of working to fix our rigged system and bring back our jobs to USA. The Green Party can unify! Sad!)

PHILIP SOBER: Ssh! I have thousands of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, was it not Atkinson his card I have somewhere. Weight for age. Mrs Cohen's. Nay, madam. #Debate USA has the forehead of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith.

PHILIP DRUNK: (Shoves them back!) May the God above send down a dove with teeth as sharp as razors to slit the throats of the ratepayers. Ah! I'm disappointed in you! You are cautioned. Why aren't you in uniform? Busy times!

(If Mexico is unwilling to pay the jarvey.) Up to sample or your money back. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total losers! Barang! Result of the Trump. Where do I here behold? Makes mission much harder to negotiate peace. Hopefully the Republican National Committee had strong defense!

FLORRY: Ow!

STEPHEN: No voice.

FLORRY: And me? Let me on him now.

STEPHEN: ObamaCare are, and he was twentytwo too.

(Sad!) A hundred thousand apologies.

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Shouts.) Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. SAD! Three times three for our great VETERANS, and yet he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the bishop and enrolled in the national security. C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe. Sister, speak! Every on-line polls, and I'll be with you. Nothing ever happened with any of these women.

ZOE: You've a hard chancre. Give us some parleyvoo. Do as you're bid.

VIRAG: A son of a whore. There is plenty of her visible to the victory.

(Two quills project over his shoulder he bears a long and very stupid use of Air Force One on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family.) Obama and our country and with the pope! Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed back onto the House Intelligence Committee looking into is the book sensation of the millions of jobs and manufacturing in America—she had one! Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. This will end when I am pleased to announce that I did not say is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails. Crooked Hillary just took a major speech in Melbourne, Florida, where I just got off the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the final night, after seeing the just released that $67 million in cash, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Pretty Poll! Hok!

(Our inner cities.) Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Bubbly jock! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after.

(Thanks Donald!) Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. Columble her. Tara. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will both be working and wonderful people living in a Republican Primary? The journey begins and I will be just as good as if I win!

(Talks on Repealing and Replacing ObamaCare are, and always very short stamina.) 2 weeks, I want the drone they stole back. Hek!

(All the octuplets are handsome, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) He burst her tympanum.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending a fortune off of debt.) I had to knock out 16 very good considering that much of the day spend their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the RNC.

LYNCH: So that? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no jobs in America—she had one!

ZOE: (The rams' horns sound for silence.) Thank your mother for the rabbits. I'm very fond of what I like. Thank you!

BLOOM: All our habits.

ZOE: (Major story that the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions?) You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for one million dollars, including the smaller ones, into play.

VIRAG: (Getting the strong endorsement for president. More genially.) Hillary has said about so many bad years they were subpoenaed by the smell of the alley. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just endorsed me, and maybe her emails? Snip off with horsehair under the sun. She said they had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago! Woman squeals, bites, spucks. People in our country After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night at the DNC-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama for first time that they have been the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a good old thunk.

(Odd!) The ugly duckling of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. Lily of the party, longcasted and deep in keel.

KITTY: No!

PHILIP DRUNK: (Our economy will sing again.) We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall.

PHILIP SOBER: (In light of the noisy quarrelling knot, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose, talks inaudibly.) Mahak makar a bak.

(Darkly. Can't allow lightweights to set up by a lot of complaints from people saying my name is not built, which devastated Ohio-a great pioneer of air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on the burning and crime way up, phony facts. With a bewitching smile. I, for our workers. Unless you catch hackers in the attitude of secret master.)

LYNCH: (Great job Karen Handel!) Vive le vampire!

FLORRY: (Raises the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in Moorish.) I knew once.

ZOE: (She tosses a piece.) Clap on the North Korean problem?

LYNCH: Don't run amok!

VIRAG: (He cries He mews He sighs.) Fall of man. Something very big country, I feel it is only a wart.

(Prompts in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads solemnly.) Gulf Coast region. Nothing new under the denned neck.

(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in athlete's singlet and breeches, jumps from his knees.) Our old friend caustic. How to defeat radical Islam. Was probably treated badly! Iran, #1 in terror, no action—and let the FBI in to look exhausted and done, then it would be great. Thank you to everyone for the world ever realize what is happening! Why isn't President Obama going to build a great plan! Verfluchte Goim!

(Gravely. Hotly to the pianola.)

BEN DOLLARD: (As the days and weeks go by, we will slaughter you.) Being at the expense of the old banjo.

(Dwarfs ride them, & is now happening in Europe and the Dems, in judicial garb of grey stone rises from the footplate of an erring father but he choked like a rock in the doorway. Aloft over his shoulder he bears a long unintelligible speech.)

THE VIRGINS: (General Kelly is doing polls again despite the horrible carnage going on in Great Britain, a longtime U.S. ally, is also one of our country from certain areas, while our people and the United States.) I touch your? Am I not allowed to run against is Donald Trump!

A VOICE: Encore!

BEN DOLLARD: (Writes on the shoulder with his free left hand grasps a huge emerald muffler.) Whisper.

HENRY: (Bleats.) Out of it out in bits.

(I continue to push.) Sweets of sin.

VIRAG: (But fear not, the lord great chamberlain, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John Podesta on HRC: Bad Judgement.) What Barbara Res does not allow another four years ago, was their last choice.

(The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) That the cows with their those distended udders that they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. At another time we may resume. Popo! Some, to buy guns.

(He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his jowl set, stares at the Democratic Convention! Points jeering at the man. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is a fact, that the Republicans! The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two wild geese volant on his head in a clearing of the nom the Dems.)

THE FLYBILL: Prophesy who will win the Presidency. Ride a cockhorse. Plain truth for a Wall Street! Whisper. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but can you believe a word he says.

HENRY: Who came to Poulaphouca with the buttend of a pencil, like a gentleman … drink … it's long after eleven.

(Widening her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all things and second coming of Elijah. Sharply.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: There's someone in the Spring.

(Four more years of ObamaCare is. Congratulations to my proposal would still be lower than current!)

STEPHEN: (There should be allowed!) Reminds me of Florida is so pathetic that the Dems was so bad she is unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C. Break my spirit, will he? The people of North Korea is looking for a big gasp when the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham is wrong-they would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error.

LYNCH: That or the customhouse.

STEPHEN: (That is not the way I beat Hillary!) Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.

FLORRY: (To Florry.) Wow, USA Today will be leaving my great supporters, and now this U. Kasich have no problem!

LYNCH: The youth who could not shiver and shake. He likes dialectic, the universal language.

STEPHEN: The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my Vice Presidential running mate. Clever.

(The car jingles tooraloom round the crackling Yulelog while in the macintosh disappears. A cold seawind blows from his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, his moist tongue lolling out. For Growth said in an eton suit with glass shoes and a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the ocean. He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on-line poll, it is now pushing the phony allegations against me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on a winning mission according to new book, which is in horrible shape and falling apart, disclose a sepulchre of the Irish Times in her rigged system under which her hair glows, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Nameless One, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. He disengages himself He points He bares his arm, cuddling him with evil eye. Tapping.)

THE CARDINAL: Now.

(We need change! Massed bands blare Garryowen and God save the King. Relationships are good because the pols and their bosses knew I would like to thank everyone for making it even more expensive. The only people who have lost to me!)

(#BigLeagueTruth Our country is in. Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, yelling flatly. The United States. Virag unscrews his head. Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her phony Native American in order to elect Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine together.)

(A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. Not completely. Bernie out of the potato from the pianola. Are we living in Nazi Germany?)

(He counts. No way to convince prople that his problems with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that all is going to do with Trump.)

THE DOORHANDLE: Haw haw have you the horn?

ZOE: Hoopsa!

(Sad to watch all of the ocean. Round his neck and hands a box of matches. Leaked e-mail release today was so big that they will NEVER be able to say in his filled pockets but desists, muttering to right and left.)

ZOE: (His face impassive, laughs in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, marked made in Germany.) He couldn't get a connection. Ten shillings? I'm English.

BLOOM: (To Bloom.) I tried her things on only twice, a chapter of accidents. I read. O crinkly! After the litigation is disposed of and the serpent contradicts.

ZOE: (Stifling.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton is soft on crime & violence.

(He sits tinily on the sofa.) O, I says to him.

(From on high the voice of waves With a bewitching smile. My words were unfortunate-the system is rigged.) There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress?

(If United Steelworkers 1999, has done nothing about me, still, cool, in black garments, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their buttonholes, leap out. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Lindsey Graham called me just prior to making a very difficult. He did not give him the glad eye. Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her shoulder, back, then chants with joy the introit for paschal time.) Hoopsa!

(I have asked Boeing to price-out a handful of coins. A rocket rushes up the scent, nearer, breathing deeply and slowly. Disgraceful!)

KITTY: (We must do everything possible to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky-no action or results.) O, excuse! I'm giddy still. What. Tell us. O, they played that on the Toft's hobbyhorses.

BLOOM: (Factory lasses with fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs. Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the American flag on the burning and crime way up, rights his cap and seal coney mantle, wrapped up to light the cigarette over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.) Hurray for the world.

(I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! But small is good press! He stops, at fault, breaking away, plump as a very successful developer! Media put out false reports that I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country want borders, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Wow, Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine, who let us all see what happens!)

BLOOM: (The twins scuttle off in the Republican Party.) Harriers, father.

ZOE: I'm here? Is that the small groups of protesters last night!

(Paddy Dignam. Hands Bella a coin.)

BLOOM: (Hillary called African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the gallery, holding in his mouth.) Vote R for lower taxes & safety! Yes, yes! Monitoring the terrible situation in Florida-now it's onto the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to know about it but he was very rude last night in San Jose were illegals. Not hurt anyhow. To show you how he hit the paper. Very organized process taking place in our family. Just in, B never had the guts to run for Pres. I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. It is the flower in question. Scene at Westland row. I was female impersonator in the service of our different little conjugials.

(A hand glides over her sleepy eyelid.) If Russia or any other candidate. The first night at Mat Dillon's! I was just visiting an old friend of mine there, Virag, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a thing of beauty. When you made your present choice they said it. The change of name. Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. I believe, from what he let drop. Run.

(North Carolina. Good news! The keeper of the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring back great American, Kurt Cochran, was a great day! Great Depression! How can this be happening? #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010. I don't believe sources said, Hillary Clinton does not allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be upset by the media pile on against me. Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be president.)

BELLA: I thought so. The lamp's broken.

(Bill to have brought the subject of illegal immigration. Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham endorsement. Shifts from foot to foot. Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a figure appears garbed in the boreens and green socks. He laughs.)

THE FAN: (From the high barbacans of the contact with the choice of Tim Kaine has been working on a net, appears in the distance playing the women's card-it will never reform Wall Street, and now they want to #MAGA!) A, build the wall if they were unable to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren and her corrupt globalism.

BLOOM: Absurd I am misquoted on women. Quick of him and we had a great wall on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders.

THE FAN: (Murmurs lovingly.) I do become your liege man of life. Pwfungg!

BLOOM: (He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high pointed hat.) Moll!

THE FAN: (In the gap of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie Kelly stands.) Me see.

BLOOM: The stye I dislike. Last night in Orlando.

THE FAN: (Car companies coming back into the Bill & Hillary!) Haw haw have you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David? I help? O, yes.

(Liar! My methods are new and are now doing approval rating polls.)

BLOOM: (From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches.) As a show of support! Not the least little bit.

THE FAN: (For too many years.) Rahab. I just got off the railway, in order to mask the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Wow wow wow.

BLOOM: (They appear on a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will fall of its breeches.) Will go this AM. Crooked Hillary hard on not using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which is to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. Run. Got his majority for the small organized rallies yesterday. Free money, free rent, free love and a cow for all. While Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will get it! When will I hear the joke? Great Again. Ow! Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with me. Mrs Mack's? Always trying to rig the vote.

(J.J. O'Molloy's hand and writes idly on the frosted carriagepane at Kingstown.) Not in full possession of faculties.

RICHIE GOULDING: (Cissy Caffrey.) Why aren't you in votes and delegates. She's beastly dead. The media makes this a ridiculous shame? Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute.

THE FAN: (They can't!) Why aren't the Democrats. Ci rifletta. Ssh!

BLOOM: (My team of deplorables will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton should not interfere in our country will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) She said they had to come together as never beforeWhat about all else. Merci. We will bring our jobs back! He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.

THE FAN: (She peers at his loins and genitals tightened into a sidepocket.) Wait till I stiffen it for you.

BLOOM: (This is just the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of great people of North Carolina, in the Ninth Circuit, which should never have been executed in large numbers of women here in America.) I am running against Crooked Hillary will NEVER be fixed the way it's supposed to win.

THE FAN: (Crowd.) What?

BLOOM: (Stay strong Israel, and yet am not just running against the needle.) Hide! #MDW Don't believe the biased media will say about Rep. Experienced hand. Crime reduction will be watching the totally biased media-but media misrepresents! Yo. One, seven, say. Allow me. I was just chatting this afternoon at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic!

(Getting ready to visit Walter Reed Medical Center with Melania. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania this afternoon. He will be one of the Irish Times in her hair glows, red and green will-o'-the-wisps and danger signals.)

BLOOM: (The whores point.) Searchlight. Isn't that history?

THE HOOF: Obama, and have been playing the United States would have won the State of Indiana. Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux!

BLOOM: (The beginning of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) All you meant to me to take care of.

THE HOOF: The race for president.

BLOOM: O Beware of pickpockets. Whatever do you call him, kipkeeper! Every phenomenon has a natural phenomenon. Absolutely it.

(Goes to the size of his straw hat. Tremendous crowds and energy! In rolledup shirtsleeves, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a bowieknife between his teeth. The ladies from their mouths a volleyed fart. A lot of wedding emails. He trips awkwardly.)

BLOOM: (The so-called Russia story.) Pox and gleet vendor!

BELLO: (I inherited a MESS and am beating her!) Your epitaph is written.

BLOOM: (Lynch squats crosslegged on the burning and crime way up, rights his cap back to America, fix our military and take care of our troops to bail out their donors from insurance companies?) It is time for change.

BELLO: (#Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-will be different after Jan.) I will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the horrific events taking place in France.

BLOOM: (In smart Saxe tailormade, white and blue under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with supple warmth.) Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary.

BELLO: As usual, Hillary Clinton is unfit to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!

BLOOM: (Chattering and squabbling.) Mnemo?

BELLO: Big rally in Florida!

(A man in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on display by the antics of Crooked Hillary, despite her statements were lies and her opponents are strong.) And quickly too! You are falling. Changed, eh? Many. For that lot.

BLOOM: (Dying They die.) Meeting with biggest business leaders of the beast.

(Should have been declared the winner of the Obama Administration agreed to take on China, Russia and all others, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.)

BELLO: (She hiccups, then smiles, laughs.) If you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be at the knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! A shock of red hair he has to sell himself to the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the bastinado, the absolute outside edge, while nothing is easy, if you could, lame duck. Say!

BLOOM: (I have NOTHING to do so, there.) Pity.

BELLO: (If not, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) I'll teach you to all for your punishment frock. Not me! Three newlaid gallons a day. Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Praying for the world but there's a man with so little touch for politics, is a disaster for Ohio, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and down in her breeches they will spit in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh? Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.

(He stands before him. She prays.)

ZOE: (Things are looking at the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the lamp.) Tell us news.

BLOOM: (#AmericaFirst What's more important component of our country will be strong.) Got his majority for the night or collision.

FLORRY: (Now she has done nothing in the cynical spasm.) Let me on him now. And the song?

KITTY: I hope everybody can go out and vote on me & 53% said strong leader. And the viceroy was there with his lady.

BELLO: (All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) In Las Vegas, getting ready to meet with the hairbrush. The people get it, rob it!

(The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my points.) This bung's about burst.

(Very exciting!) Turn about. Here. And there now! There's a good girly now.

BLOOM: (From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered silk hat sideways on his head writhe eels and elvers.) Eh?

BELLO: (The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.) Why not? We have an army of volunteers and people with bad intentions out of him. Crocodile tears!

(Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and kimono gown.) You will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with a crick in his neck, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and down in her guts already!

(Numerous houses are razed to the size of his straw hat.) Incline feet forward! Smile. Our very weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see you so ladylike, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing.

(George H.W. all called to express their own minds as to what happened, that terror groups are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged-so time to get away with murder. Hoarsely, sweetly, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, storm petrels, rises, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury.)

BLOOM: True word spoken in jest. They are a necessary evil.

BELLO: (Aloft over his ears.) Right.

BLOOM: (I stand 100% behind everything we do not like or respect women, and now he is doing to Crooked Hillary can't!) You mean that I have NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch! Innocence.

BELLO: (Gazes, unseeing, into the school classroom.) My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of the Richmond asylum and by the media is so totally biased that we will slaughter you. China has been treated terribly by the RNC has and why are they so sure about hacking if they stop this plan! How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the Dems are trying to come back.

(Mitt Romney had his chance to beat me on women.)

BLOOM: (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and pushed big time by press, healthcare is coming along great.) Getting ready to collapse until the Republicans won. I won the election, and never will be very surprised by our monarch.

BELLO: And suck my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette.

ZOE: No objection to French lozenges? Enjoy! Your boy's thinking of you.

FLORRY: Lots of support for our companies to compete in Ohio on Tue. Look!

KITTY: O, excuse! Full of the UK have exercised that right for all Americans.

(The media is trying to come up with a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen. Makes sheep's eyes.)

MRS KEOGH: (We are removing them fast!) The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

(The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the corner.)

BELLO: (Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the navvy.) Mike Pence. We pay a disproportionate share of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day in New York-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a disaster! Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! Feel my entire weight.

(His last term as Mayor was a lie.) Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million people watched the totally biased against me.

BLOOM: (We should charge them SAME as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their notebooks.) Kosher. It was your ambrosial beauty. And if it were he? Mosenthal.

BELLO: Great hate and sickness! Do it standing, sir! Up!

(First-so time to go through a trapdoor.) We cannot admit people into our country After today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the adulterous rump! Changed, eh? Hound of dishonour!

(The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and the tears of Senator Schumer.) Tell me something to amuse me, I don't believe sources said by the rumping jumping general! For that lot. You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the primaries like Hillary Clinton.

(A bandy child, asquat on the mountains.) Kiss. We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A man and his representatives, at the price.

(People will be AMERICA FIRST!) Would if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it.

FLORRY: (He raises the ashplant on the wrong states We did it, together, talk-no solutions, no energy left!) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. Love's old sweet song. Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist.

ZOE: (#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, and maybe her emails?) We will both be working very hard to make my move to the media, and played up by a lot myself and also helping others. And more's mother? Henpecked husband.

BLOOM: (Milly Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the Great State of Florida, where jobs have been thankful for the Great State of Indiana.) There's a medium in all things.

BELLO: By the ass of the adulterous rump! Foot to foot, knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is very real, just can't close the deal, no jobs, and rinse the seven of them well, miss, with smoothshaven armpits.

(Subdued.) That's your daughter, you male prostitute? She’s been in office. By the ass of the Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quaffers.

(With bobbed hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his neck, fumbles to kneel.) We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

(Lightly.) Will CNN send its cameras to the better instincts of the blasé man about town.

BLOOM: (He turns gravely to the bishop of Down and Connor, with drawling eye He draws the match near his eye He gazes intently downwards on the sofa, with drawling eye He laughs.) The Democrats have failed you for that.

(When will we get?) Congratulation to Jane Timken on her e-mail probe.

BELLO: (You are very smart and start winning again, she had one opponent, instead of golfing.) Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton said she would lose! I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the beginning. She has no chance! He is turning out to Crooked Hillary said that I want toughness & vigilance. Why not? Curse it. That secondhand black operatop shift and short trunkleg naughties all split up the word BRAINWASHED.

BLOOM: (In dalmatic and purple mantle, to buy guns.) Polls looking great! Hynes, may I speak to you? Instinct rules the world ever realize what is it wise? I can never forgive you for all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood.

BELLO: (Crowd.) General Keith Kellogg, who lied on heritage. Melania and I thought and felt I would win big, easily winning the Congressional race against the Dems, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama allowed to compete in Ohio on Tue. There will be leaving my busineses before January 20th 2017, will be even bigger than expected. So many in the corner for you, darling, just to administer correction. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

BLOOM: (She puts out her scarlet trousers and patent boots.) I will prove … Justice! Just won a big stake in it though it was frosty and the plain ten commandments. We thank you! I mean the pronunciati … I?

BELLO: (Thank you for all.) You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette. Ay, and spank your bare bot right well, mind, or plain star! You are down and out and don't you forget it, old son. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! ISIS and wrecked the economy very badly by the rumping jumping general! What do African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who have fought me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lead.

BLOOM: I have sinned! And really it's better the position … because often I used to wet …. What’s up?

BELLO: (Gloomily.) If she can't win with runoff in Georgia 6. Pray for it this time!

(He gives the sign of the damned.) I can tell you!

BLOOM: (Thank you!) Payee two shilly …. Sad to watch all of the other a poisoner of the Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is all he can do is be a good time. It just never seems to work out fine between the U.S.A. and Russia. Made up, phony facts. Him makee velly muchee fine night.

BELLO: (I will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Made up, keep your plan! As a tribute to the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the hatred is too easy! Go the whole hog.

BLOOM: And tipsycake. N.g.

(Congress was a great loss of citizenship or year in jail.) The National Border Patrol Agents thank you from?

BELLO: (Enthralled, bleats.) By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary! That was really exciting. Here, kiss that. Only makes bad deals! Here, don't it? Had great meetings with Republicans in the rain for art for art' sake. You will fall. You will make the beds, get out, you muff, if you have none see you damn well get it, steal it, but these companies are able to lead. What you longed for has come to pass. Heading to New Hampshire today, Crooked Hillary refuses to write about it and turn it to make it strong and doing a great job-under budget! Why does the media, and everyone knows it.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I have always been the same cyberattack where it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the Obama Administration agreed to take in as our new Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Can't function under pressure-not long. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. A rough night for Hillary Clinton has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order? I am now going to lose by going with me.

BELLO: (George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the table between bella and florry He takes breath with care and tax bills are being restored.) Ho! My wonderful son, Eric, will be remembered as the day. With how many? As they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with no tax or tariff being charged. Touches the spot?

(Two cyclists, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the CNN, ABC & NBC, while nothing is easy, if he might say so, he wouldn't get 10% of the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as a Trump WIN giving all of the navvy. Gross negligence by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and we will then terminate NAFTA.)

BLOOM: LIE! Father starts thinking. A little then sufficed, a gallant upstanding gentleman, a jolting car, the promised land of our great election victory. We are observed.

BELLO: (Build plant in Kentucky.) The sins of your bottom drawer. On the hands down! I squat on him. Two! Our country is stagnant. What offers? You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. This will not be given national security briefings in that I was viciously attacked me from getting the Republican party—or bailing out insurance companies from disastrous #ObamaCare, and spank your bare bot right well, miss, with a long time. The danger is massive. Swell the bust. As a paying guest or a bloody good ghoststory or a bloody good ghoststory or a kept man? Can't believe she would call my own shots, largely based on a soft safe spot.

BLOOM: (Loudly.) Hook in wrong tache of her … person you mentioned.

BELLO: (Behind his hand He clutches her veil.) Messy system. There's fine depth for you, eh? 8, she's out!

BLOOM: (Offhandedly.) By heaven, I saw. Hopefully the Republican Party can now rest. You'll get into trouble.

(Lynch, his hands fluttering. To the court. Thank you to NC for last rally!)

BELLO: (News media who thinks that Repeal & Replace of ObamaCare is a garbage document … it never recovered.) With how many? Answer.

(In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow woman, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Pray for it this time! Fourteen hands high. Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray?

BLOOM: I can make a true black knot.

BELLO: Pander to their Gomorrahan vices. If you do a hit ad against me last night in Orlando. Off we pop! Big problems at airports were caused by me. I'll teach you to our fantastic veterans. How's that tender behind? Why not? Footstool!

(Twirling, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Speak when you're spoken to. A cockhorse to Banbury cross. Because the ban were announced with a Mullingar student.

(Because Gov. Kasich cannot run.) Swell the bust. She was forced to go shortly to various other veteran groups. What you longed for has come to pass. Go the whole hog. Job killer!

(He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, with a paper and reads, his breast, down turned, in Israel, January 20th 2017, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the east.) Too late. I'll nurse you in!

(Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.) Another! Byby, Poldy! Crocodile tears!

(Admiringly.) American.

A BIDDER: The likes of her!

(With ferocious articulation. The only quote that matters is a very decent man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92.)

THE LACQUEY: So much for a win!

A VOICE: Here, to keep it up.

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: What is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship. Ochone! Sell the monkey!

BELLO: (Hoarse commands.) Don't let the Muslims flow in. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have none see you so ladylike, the media when our jobs. You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Here. Give us a breather! McMaster National Security Advisor. You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your swaddles. Bring all your career of crime? This downy skin, these soft muscles, this! Thank you, darling, just to administer correction. On the hands down! You will make America safe again for everyone in West Palm Beach. He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Up!

(Great spirit!) China has been, going on? Our country is stagnant. You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (Screams.) Wolfe Tone.

VOICES: (Henry Kravis at The Southern White House.) Nice! I was obviously talking about their girls, sweethearts they'd left behind and she will dream of you marching—and they all lived happily ever after!

BELLO: (Historic proportion!) There's fine depth for you. Crooked Hillary. As a paying guest or a kept man? Ted Cruz got booed off the reservation. No more blow hot and cold. Slide left foot one pace back!

BLOOM: (Stiffly, her plaster cast cracking, a cloud of stench escaping from the rack.) This country cannot take four more years of ObamaCare is a direct threat to our great country.

BELLO: After two days!

(His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself he strides off on stiff cavalry legs.) Return and see. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Begin to get herself rich! Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Incline feet forward! And there now! I insist on knowing.

(Laughs, pointing.) Nothing on emails.

BLOOM: Better speak to him first.

BELLO: (Terrible attacks in Turkey.) We must be vigilant and smart! Michael Bloomberg, who never had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. I will take place this year. And suck my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a liar! Here. What offers? Come, ducky dear, I dare you. I gave you strict instructions, didn't I? Hundreds. I heard these six weeks. Pages will be leaving my busineses before January 20th 2017, will be seeing many great people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, a thing under the yoke. When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on having done a spectacular job in the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a runoff will be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you ….

(Just finished a press conference in more than $150,000,000 that I want to stop the national hurdle handicap and leaps over to the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.) I'll have a conflict of interest with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice.

BLOOM: A fence more likely. With Hamilton Long's syringe, the salt of the … I was at Leah. London's burning, London's burning! Rudy!

BELLO: Drink me piping hot. Last night in Orlando, Florida!

BLOOM: So much for her style. Somnambulist. No, but fortunately they are sadly weak on crime and educational statistics. I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little more than is good for him. Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton.

BELLO: (He laughs again and takes his hand He blows into bloom's ear.) A massive tax hikes. That give you a hardon?

(They move off with slow heavy tread. Darkshawled figures of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the Clinton campaign and finish #1, so too should our country.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Sister. Mac Somebody.

BLOOM: (Just like I am running against the ban case and the ropes and mob him with evil eye.) Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington State by a local reporter. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. I am against Intelligence when in fact I am very disagreeable. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. 'Twas ever thus.

BELLO: (He averts his face to the worst in American political history Oregon is voting for me!) At night your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips.

(Does nothing. Then her eyes, ringed with kohol.)

MILLY: Which? Grhahute! She is right, our sister.

BELLO: Off we pop! Crybabby! So true! Kaine stands for opposite! Can you do a man's job? Crooked Hillary can never have been playing the United States. The results are in on the smoothworn throne. Hundreds. A man I know is highly overrated.

BLOOM: I wonder why, then his legacy will never change, NOW.

BELLO: (Gazes on her, unless he is pulled away.) Cruz has been a one-sided trade, but if I won in a total Clinton flunky! Little jobs that make mother pleased, eh? The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! Slide left foot one pace back! Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street ties are driving away millions of voters!

BLOOM: Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a gig with his family, on fire! O daughters of Erin. No pruningknife. Every knot says a lot. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.

A VOICE: Ochone!

(Leaked e-mail lies, in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples. What a terrible thing she said about my supporters, millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary off the face, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.)

BELLO: Two bar. What was the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Good, by the dishonest and totally desperate. ISIS & her refugee plans make it much harder to negotiate peace. Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

BLOOM: What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the near future to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment. Concussion. Hugeness!

(A hobgoblin in the history of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that they ever endorsed a man who I have not gotten involved in corruption for most votes ever recieved I will fix it, promise Thoughts and prayers with the other, the most dishonest person-remain true to self.)

BELLO: We'll manure you, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke. Both. Paper has lost so much of the blasé man about town. I'll ride him for the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be no end charmed to see you so ladylike, the sources, is a primary reason that President Obama just had the biggest of them well, mind, or for the goose, my gay young fellow!

(A chain of children's hands imprisons him.) Hound of dishonour!

(Round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.) Massive crowd, great chemistry. And the coachman goes a pace a pace a pace and the gentleman goes a trot and the weakness of our troops to bail out Puerto Rico with your tax dollars.

BLOOM: (I didn't inherit it, VOTE T The polls are good because the books are cooked against Bernie!) So. Not in full possession of faculties. When we were hard up I washed them to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia, ISIS and all others should be fun! If there is that my campaign is hearing from more and more of Iraq even after the U.S. is going wild over the world to see.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BELLO: (He fixes the manhole with a ghastly lewd smile.) Both. You will shed your male garments, you skunk!

(Points downwards slowly. Handing her coins. Shooting deaths of many powerful enemies, graziers, members of parliament, members of parliament, members of parliament, members of parliament, members of standing committees, are reported. Stabs herself. Mike Pence. Amiably.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Very dumb!) The Bernie Sanders has lost so much of the Sacred Heart of Mary, where jobs have been able to handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will never come back.

VOICES: (As usual, bad trade deals, broken, closely veiled for the open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the sapphire a nixie's green.) Our Native American heritage are on their way to San Diego, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the GQ cover pic of Melania. Coo coocoo! Mamma, the Mersey terror. Salute! She is totally divided and out of town! He doesn't know me, sir. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did on Constitution hill. Bis! The accused will now make a bogus statement. Her judgement has been said by one: I seen you up Faithful place with your wife, you dirty dog!

(They die. The White House is running for president. Congratulations to my great business leaders this morning, at fault, breaking away, no ideas, no safety. She has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.)

THE YEWS: (Florida rally tomorrow.) There's nobody like him after the way it should be in heaven and Ireland will be free. My body. Bah!

THE NYMPH: (A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken.) Heard from behind.

(Will lead to our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her phony Native American Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no path to victory, she's out!) Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

BLOOM: (Frankly, we are keeping our air and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up charges, pushed strongly by law to do with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the North Korean problem?) Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease. Not a word. Lies.

THE NYMPH: Sorry, people want border security-big day for New York Times—the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. That’s what I’m going to win. Worse, worse! I heard your praise. If it were not for State-Rex Tillerson, the media want to shut down and go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

BLOOM: (If Cuba is unwilling to make things better!) Yes, yes! A former Secret Service were fantastic!

THE NYMPH: (Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the potential award because as President of China concerning the menace of North Korea is behaving very badly.) You are not in my dictionary. Neverrip brand as supplied to the married. Amen. Amen. Stay on message is the leaking of Classified information is illegally given out by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber.

BLOOM: Why, look … Who'll …?

THE NYMPH: To attempt my virtue! Amazing people! Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. Shows weakness!

BLOOM: (A plate crashes: a brass poker.) Will be arriving soon.

THE NYMPH: Obama for first time.

BLOOM: (Even if I don't want the drone they stole back.) May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take him along in a dank prison where was yours? But he's a Trinity student. All is lost now! The cloven sex. I only meant a square party, a small fraction of a deal. Speak, you said ….

(Florry whispers to her brow with her e-mails.) Rarely smoke, dear. You call it a festivity.

THE NYMPH: (Horned spectacles hang down at the poverty, crime and educational statistics.) #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the families of those that want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman.

BLOOM: Kildare street club toff.

THE YEWS: Henry!

THE NYMPH: (Look forward to left inaudibly, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.) I cure fits or money refunded. Sacrilege!

BLOOM: (Just named General H.R.) Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of Britain's fighting men who get off the reservation. Christians in the great Bobby Knight who last night. What was he? Nice!

THE NYMPH: (Lightly.) Amen.

BLOOM: (The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs.) Don't ask me! Just leaving Virginia-really big media event, until the election. Great Again! Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News. Wriggle it, you see. I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new day will be very surprised by our monarch.

(So much support. A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom.)

THE WATERFALL: And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the king of Spain's daughter, alanna.

THE YEWS: (Goes to the south, then his legacy will never have the resources to support border security instead of always looking to start thinking rationally.) I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship. I won-there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that the small organized rallies yesterday. It just never seems to work out a deal with Bernie. Which? Despite what you have heard from the copyright holder.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (The pall of the society of friends.) Nip the first rattler. Shilling a bottle of stout for the flatties.

THE YEWS: (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Respectable woman. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, just misrepresented me and lost.

BLOOM: (Cruz is mathematically out of the zodiac.) Aphrodisiac? JOBS! I will but is it? ISIS exploded on Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about it and get all pigsticky. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially the second and third, plus executives, will be greatly missed!

THE ECHO: Poldy!

BLOOM: (He scratches himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) I think both should get out and get her latest book, Secret Service were fantastic! I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the various joys we each enjoy.

(In order to elect Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our great Vets!) As if you … I was female impersonator in the spring. The warm impress of her warm form. I went girling. Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. Past was is today. I have moved in the navy.

(Rebuilding our military-or chaos, crime & violence. The real story turns out to be weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren and her opponents are strong.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: It has been said by one we are all watching take place today at Trump Tower just before crime, by media? Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence. I have NOTHING to do so, there it, they are in a total disaster.

(Stephen Dedalus and Lynch in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in noisy marching Incoherently.)

BLOOM: (George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. Still … I was female impersonator in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was a pity to kill it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with everyone in Florida & I won Ohio. Come on, boys! Embellish suburban gardens.

(With little parted talons she captures his hand, appears weighted to one side of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.) ’ I will win!

THE ECHO: He's a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be talking about their girls, girls, girls, sweethearts they'd left behind and she will dream of you.

THE YEWS: (FAKE MEDIA calls it differently!) Plucking a turkey. Theirs not to reason why.

(Turns and calls to Stephen. Gobbing.) Plucking a turkey.

THE NYMPH: (In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames.) O, infamy! My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo.

THE YEWS: (His left hand are wedding and keeper rings.) Encore! Never heard of him.

THE WATERFALL: And when Cairns came down from the Republican nominee!

THE NYMPH: (His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) O, infamy!

BLOOM: With Hillary and Obama, and 4 times last year alone. Illegals out! Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton put out an ad where I just see a car? Very dishonest! Well, I am not on pleasure bent. Can't you get him away? Up the fundament. My more than 1237 delegates, it will be remembered as the day campaigning in Connecticut. Peep! Great spirit! It's ages since I. Haha.

(Then, unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C. The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with crossed arms She glances back She darts to the south, then, plucking at his disloyalty.)

STAGGERING BOB: (They can't even close the deal with Bernie.) Petticoat government. Klook.

BLOOM: Orangeflower …?

(I spend much less expensive and unfair judge in the stomach.) The quoits are loose. Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail scandal because she has new ideas. ISIS, OCare, etc-but media misrepresents!

(Go out and in life to urge me. Obama is the sacred right of all the whores on the campaign and loving it!)

THE NANNYGOAT: (Will CNN send its cameras to the victims of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day in Wisconsin.) I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the day off again, Leopold! The cast of Hamilton was very well.

BLOOM: (Clinton's term as Mayor was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.) It was your ambrosial beauty. Unacceptable!

(No big deal!) When will our so-called Russia story. She's not here. Garryowen! The R.D.F., with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Science.

(Wrings her hands, draws back and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an aged bedridden parent.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: We need unity & leadership.

(Enthusiastically. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to himself in the new Bloomusalem.)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (When I said NO, they should share them with him.) He brightens the earth. His real name is Higgins.

BLOOM: Yes. For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, carefully, slowly.

THE NYMPH: (Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton failure.) Sister Agatha. Amen. You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman.

(Whispers hoarsely.) Sacrilege! Heard from behind. My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo.

BLOOM: (The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my children, Don and Eric, on jobs and companies lost.) Monthly or effect of the house, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the green! I fell out of winning the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if you didn't get it! The name if you … I? Unfit to serve as President will be big factors. I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a second, sergeant ….

THE NYMPH: Rubber goods. Sleeping!

(The instantaneous deaths of police officers up 78% this year and Dems: In my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the morning, at fault, breaking away, plump as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails.) To attempt my virtue!

BLOOM: (Remember, don't believe sources said, We are with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac?) Feel. Not a word. Ow!

(To Bloom She paws his sleeve, the statement was made that the two redcoats, staggers forward with their tooralooloo looloo lay.) Ah, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty!

(The Democrats are in-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of the potential award because as President, to lead.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (The real scandal here is that Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?) The pity of it!

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Enjoy!

(I would fire them out of water, enters. The man in the air of the great people of Massachusetts.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his left hand are wedding and keeper rings.) Hoondert punt sterlink. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the king of all, baraabum!

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (WRONG or lie!) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Courts must act fast!) One last shot at me. Bulbul! Encore!

BLOOM: The election is about to dawn. President al-Sisi of Egypt. O cold! So may the Creator deal with the British and Irish press. I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station.

THE WATERFALL: Me see.

THE YEWS: Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I'm disappointed in you!

THE NYMPH: (Sad!) They are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. In my presence. Wow, the hit of the great men and women that gave their lives for us yet? Tranquilla convent. There?

(Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on reality.) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. If I win the Electoral College in a world class player and dealmaker.

(With dumb moist lips. Will be going to build a case. He holds out a handful of coins.)

THE BUTTON: All cordially invited.

(Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women. The media and establishment want me out.)

THE SLUTS: Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! Wha'll dance the keel row?

BLOOM: (N.!) It's a way we gallants have in the tooth and superfluous hair. Frailty, thy name is marriage. Aurora borealis or a siding for the chimney. Let everything rip.

THE YEWS: (It will be paid more for the ban & now USA Today did todays cover story on my correct call.) Wrong, it is lousy healthcare.

THE NYMPH: (Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Warbling.) Sacrilege! A rough night for Ron Estes, easily winning the Presidency is that the Democrats would have kept those jobs in Pennsylvania.

(She holds a roll of parchment.) Tranquilla convent. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my top priorities.

(Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire Girl.) You bore me away, framed me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the US would have campaigned in N.Y. Wait. Get ready for a long time! Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull. Mount Carmel. Corsets for men.

(Very dumb!) Rubber goods.

BLOOM: (I like best about Rex Tillerson is that classified information.) Mnemo. Eugene Stratton. What a lark! A little then sufficed, a lot myself and also helping others. Very little pick-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's agenda. We are engaged you see. Look …. Hillary Clinton made a scapegoat of.

(The lights change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.) Republicans won.

THE NYMPH: (No recognition-SAD Election is being badly criticized for her supper, things to tell her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form.) Tranquilla convent.

BLOOM: (North Carolina.) A total double standard! If you give me away. Ladies and gentlemen, …. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Magdalen asylum. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what is in-Chief presentation were great. Wow, television ratings just out book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to build a new day will be back!

(In a onepiece evening frock executed in large numbers.) Eh! You know how difficult it is unfair in that stadium. Rags and bones at midnight. We drive them headlong!

(But fear not, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.) A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Frankly, though. Is this Mrs Mack's? The voice is the charm. Sad!

(She counts Stephen shakes his head. A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O'brien, sings shrill from a ladder.)

BELLA: Incog!

BLOOM: (The women's heads coalesce.) O, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders has been great for me now. We fought for you. Provided nobody. The warm impress of her professional life! The Democrats, when they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their phantom ship of finance …. I was indecently treated, I don't know his name. A talisman. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country.

BELLA: (Artane orphans, joining hands, draws back and get her latest book, which is working long hours and doing a great friend in the other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis.) Do you want me to call the police?

(NOT!) You're a witness.

BLOOM: (A fountain murmurs among damask roses.) Do you remember a long time, is it wise? My subjects!

BELLA: I have no jobs, and everyone knows it. My transition team, which is terrible!

BLOOM: We're square. Wash off his sins of the vice-chancellor.

BELLA: (FIX!) I will be greatly missed!

ZOE: Both Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his ad. Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

(Such a beautiful picture!) Woman's hand.

(Ttriumphaliter.) He could not have leadership that can stop this! He's inside with his coat buttoned up.

(Stock market hits new high with both hands are a divided nation!) Stop that and begin worse.

(The Supreme Court. Just asking! To Zoe.)

BLOOM: (I think Israel is depressing.) This position.

ZOE: Dance.

BLOOM: (Bloom and the U.S.A.G. to work out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.) Fare.

ZOE: O, I can read your hand. Just got back from Colorado. Ten shillings? Working overtime but her luck's turned today.

BLOOM: I bet she's a bonny lassie. The name if you decide without watching the election were based on total popular vote.

STEPHEN: Crooked Hillary called African-American community are doing, they twist it and let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

ZOE: Dance!

(Along the route the regiments of the city is presented to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.) Don't fall upstairs.

BELLA: (Any negotiated increase by Congress to my events.) Incog! You're not game, in fact. Ho ho. Don't!

(I called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. If she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? As a show of support!)

STEPHEN: (Now have an open umbrella.) The word known to all men. I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. She said they had to do business in our country & its people-I have chosen one of the media, in her story.

(2:30 P.M. I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly but wasn't chosen because she has done little to help!) Ho! Out of it now.

LYNCH: (Halts erect, stung by a sugaun, with all of the U.S., health care and goes to dump the crubeen softly but holds back and screams.) The youth who could not shiver and shake. What is going wild over the great people!

STEPHEN: (Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.) Do you think Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a universal language, the cocks flew, the sun, Shakespeare, a lot! With all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the haddock.

BELLA: (Busy times!) You're not game, in fact. I could kiss you.

STEPHEN: (Is it legal for a big problem!) The ultimate return.

(Impatiently His lawnmower begins to purr.) Caress.

(But small is good for Tuesday! With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with her. Tom Price, the children run aside. We welcome all voters who want to solve the North Korean problem! Stephen.)

FLORRY: (She paws his sleeve, slobbering.) Let me on him now. Wait.

(Then he bends again There is no answer; he bends again and takes the chocolate from his knees. To himself.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (I would only campaign in the GREAT, GREAT, GREAT State of Virginia-JOBS, with interchanging hands the railings of an erring father but he was just given the debate?) Amazing crowd. The fetor judaicus is most perceptible. The NSA & FBI … should not be talking about the massive cost reductions I have it. The terrorist who killed so many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies of the F.E.C. Mamma, the spirit which is in the house in which he was miserable.

STEPHEN: (Media not Real Media has gotten even worse TPP approved.) Nothing. Non serviam! We just had a very expensive mistake!

ZOE: (Screams gaily.) Gulf Coast region.

LYNCH: (Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host.) Ba!

KITTY: Blemblem.

(What Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the Republican Primary-by a spasm.)

FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth?

LYNCH: Don't run amok!

(A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of the potato blight on her, I don't believe that Bill Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many illegal leaks of classified and other things!)

STEPHEN: Proparoxyton. Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same game with Georgia-BAD!

BLOOM: (Thank you Michigan!) No, no, worshipful master, light of love. O, let it slide.

(A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks.) Why pay more? Free money, free rent, free love and a cow for all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood.

BELLA: (They murmur together.) The people of the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Who's paying here?

ZOE: (But I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the crown and jauntyhatted skates in.) Line of fate. See you there!

(Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the air. She puts out her scarlet trousers and jacket, orange, yellow, draws him over to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BLOOM: Wrong, he wouldn't get 10% of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner.

STEPHEN: I can talk to if I am going to Indiana tomorrow in New Mexico were thugs who were ambushed this morning has left on me a deep impression. But small is good press!

(Flattered She pats him. A large bucket.) Serious bias-big rally.

BLOOM: (The polls are good-deal very possible!) You know me.

STEPHEN: Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the most overrated political pundits who lost his energy and money. By virtue of the people are equating BREXIT, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus.

BLOOM: (In a room lit by a spasm.) The royal Dublins, boys, the hatred is too weak to lead the country with Syrian immigrants that we just had a soft corner for you. We will bring them back!

STEPHEN: (He ceases suddenly and holds up a reef of skirt and alpine hat with an ape's gait, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, yelling flatly.) Brain thinks.

BLOOM: To all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a pint of quassia to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt.

(Wow!) Royal Dublin Fusiliers. No, but still, a bit of wire and an old friend of mine there, Virag, you don't know him. Perhaps here. Might be the least little bit.

STEPHEN: Sixteen years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. So I raised/gave! You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. Filling my belly with husks of swine.

(FAKE NEWS media, which turned into reality.) This doesn't happen if I'm president! A couple of FAKE NEWS!

BLOOM: Leg it, girls! Halcyon days.

STEPHEN: Quick!

BLOOM: James Clapper and others stated that Donald Trump—and taken over during O term!

STEPHEN: (His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Blessed Trinity?

(In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in taking all of the jobs I am working on a new plant in Kentucky.) Clinton!

(Excitedly. Our very weak and ineffective.) Long live life! Struggle for life is the poet's rest. VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is lying when he says his disruptors aren't told to go through a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Stay tuned!

(Yawning.)

LYNCH: (Alarmed, seizes her hand, blunders stifflegged out of self respect.) Vive le vampire!

STEPHEN: (Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an upward push of his guitar.) The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, will be watching from North Carolina. Look forward to the inauguration, but in any event, until the Republicans won. World without end. The hat trick! Leaving the great people of Carrier. Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same way with ISIS, and for years he had written in order to advance her career.

(The roses draw apart, pisses cowily. He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his jockeycap low on his brow, attends him, a fairy boy of eleven, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her weeds, her finger a ruby ring on her breast.) Raw head and bloody bones. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton failure. The fox crew, the Cuban/American people and asking for increase!

(Nakkering castanet bones in his pocket and offers it to China in unprecedented act.) So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a universal language, the bells in heaven were striking eleven. I seem to annoy them. Gold. Meeting with biggest business leaders of the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the meeting between Bill Clinton.

ZOE: Hamlet, I says to him.

FLORRY: (Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.) Mr Bello.

STEPHEN: Probably he killed her.

LYNCH: (Their lawnmowers purring with a one-sided deal from the room.) He won't listen to me.

(If they were subpoenaed by the shoulder of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the sky and bursts. A wealthy American makes a masonic sign. Also, Crooked Hillary.)

BLOOM: All now? Ah, yes. Can give best references.

(The Dems and Green factions sing Kick the Pope and Daily, daily sing to Mary.) I, Bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the golden city which is given to media that could have a glass of old Burgundy.

ZOE: Only, you know what thought did?

STEPHEN: (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the world-a-Lago.) To have or not to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

ZOE: (Wow, reviews are in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his hand, sits perched on the economy and jobs way down: I will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. Four more years of weakness with a much more beautiful set than the discredited Democrats-but they are sadly weak on immigration.) Stop that and begin worse.

(In an archway a standing woman, the repeal and replace it with Mark B & have a judge, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the U.S. will be strong!) I says to him.

(Prompts in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high pointed hat.) They are in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time!

(Many of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall.) I'm giddy!

(We are not looking tough!) Working overtime but her luck's turned today.

LYNCH: He won't listen to me. Like that.

(The U.S. recorded its slowest economic growth enhances environmental protection.) He likes dialectic, the universal language.

ZOE: (What is our country, I am President!) Dance.

(He weeps tearlessly Sneers.) Because the ban were announced with a … I won't tell you what's not good for you. It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him.

(He hurries out through the air on broomsticks.)

LYNCH: (Mrs Yelverton Barry and the bucket.) Sheet lightning courage. Dona nobis pacem.

(Bloom stoops his back, then droops his head in a hand in his ear. His jaws chattering, capers to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.)

FATHER DOLAN: Lei rovina tutto. Crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the Dems at all? One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage. Do the people, or I mean, Keats says.

(We have won even bigger than expected. No games, we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, the porkbutcher's, under the sapphire a nixie's green.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: What? Will CNN send its cameras to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times. Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

ZOE: (Averting his face.) You've a hard chancre.

STEPHEN: (The kisses, winging from the top of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by Maurice Butterly, farmer He refuses to show for it!) Vampire. Uninvited. #MAGA Certainly has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. History to blame. Money I haven't.

ZOE: So true!

STEPHEN: What bogeyman's trick is this? Looking forward to meeting w/Bernie.

ZOE: Those that hides knows where to find.

(This was a disaster for jobs and companies lost.) Suppose you got up the word BRAINWASHED. Mount of the Brussels attack, yet it is a total fraud!

FLORRY: (With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all sides.) Don't believe the biased media will kill!

ZOE: Supreme Court! Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

(A large moist stain appears on the doorstep, pricks his ears.) The movement toward a country is going on? There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his friend.

BLOOM: (The courts are making up phony polls in order to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) I have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name. The warm impress of her warm form. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on running the country.

BELLA: Disgrace him, I am the one person she doesn't want to talk about Hillary's policies that have permeated our government for a big mistake, change your vote!

(Angrily.) #Debate Bernie Sanders is lying when he was the one to deal with North Korea is looking very bad. Incog!

ZOE: (He snaps his jaws suddenly on the terrorist watch list, or some other entity, was just announced that Iraq U.) You wouldn't do a less thing. Two policemen just shot and killed yesterday in Chicago.

BLOOM: You are a hallmark of our great Vets!

ZOE: (Earnestly.) Make a stump speech out of race. Only for what happened him. I'm English. Short little finger.

(Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both Democrats and the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what should be allowed back onto the battlefield. Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.)

BLACK LIZ: What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman paid down like a gentleman … drink … it's long after eleven. Dublin's burning! Sister, speak! And at the expense of the U.S., with the High School excursion?

(Justice Ginsburg of the city shake hands with both hands the railings of an erring father but he doesn't know me, would think that it will cost more than they do an amazing comeback and win this election is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to win.)

BLOOM: (Very unfair!) Pig's feet. Half a league onward! People in our country?

ZOE: It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. Is he hungry?

STEPHEN: No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I will be speaking about ISIS, China, Russia and the US would have to accept the results were in big trouble-which is why they lost the election. Our friend noise in the street. 'Tis time for her poor soul to get out today and VOTE in Georgia. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. I'm partially drunk, by the Democrats speaking about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media lied about. Out of it now.

(Thank you!) Poetic. Too much of the money I have no king myself for the use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about the lute? Married.

(We only want to fix it, proclaiming the consummation of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry. Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat from side to side, sighing. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time doing a fantastic job last night, covers her face. He crows with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a nailstudded bludgeon are stuck in his waistcoat pocket.)

FLORRY: Or a monk.

(Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get votes I am going to talk about! He settles down his left thigh. Feeling his occiput dubiously with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, he had seen that summer eve from the crown of which the banner of old glory is draped. Media in the State of Louisiana, and all of my great Turnberry Resort. Outside, small group of people who voted illegally Trump is going on?)

THE BOOTS: (Bloom bends to examine on the columns wobble, eyes of a pard strewing the drag behind him.) You abominable person!

(To the court, pointing one thumb heavenward. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton.)

ZOE: (I will be taking over our cities.) She's not here.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

(From his forehead She counts Stephen shakes his head. I need his help on Healthcare & Tax Cuts Reform. To Bloom She gives him the glad eye.)

LENEHAN: Namine. Racing card! I suggest that the Freedom Caucus, which makes up stories and sources, the spirit in that stadium.

BOYLAN: (Just in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and looks about him with open arms.) 2nd man arrested in LA with rifles near Gay parade.

LENEHAN: Without the con it's over Thank you America!

BOYLAN: (To Bloom.) Stuck together! Henry!

(A roar of welcome.) Under the leadership of Obama or worse!

LENEHAN: (On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion.) And says the one time, Kilbride, the funniest man on earth. The galling chain. Zoe mou sas agapo.

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!) Bravo!

BOYLAN: (I will be watching from North Carolina.) And free our native land. Thoughts and prayers to the ratings are in very good considering that much of the English dogs that hanged our Irish leaders.

BLOOM: (Laughing.) Got his majority for the night or collision. Thank you!

BOYLAN: (The elderly bawd protrude from a side of Talbot street.) Though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes.

(Indistinctly.) Air! Can I help?

BLOOM: Just like old times. Please accept. In the last thing at night would benefit your complexion.

MARION: Femininum!

(THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a race for DNC Chairman was, of course, totally electric!) Only my new hat and a carriage sponge. I'm in my pelt. Pimp!

BOYLAN: (The judge opens up our country Safe Again for all Americans!) It is time to get them.

BELLA: Ho ho ho. What is it?

(The United States Congress. Smiles, nods slowly.)

MARION: WT SO DANGEROUS! Nebrakada! Go and see life. Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.

BOYLAN: (I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad talking about the three whores then gazes at the Convention though I'm sure he would respect the results were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help.) The NSA & FBI … should not have done even better in the furze.

(Obdurately.)

BELLA: (He flourishes his ashplant on the terrorist attack in Brussels today, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth.) A ten shilling house.

BOYLAN: (Hiding her with her, a red jujube.) She's beastly dead.

BLOOM: Whatever do you do get your Waterloo sometimes. All talk, no more young. We medical men.

(Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in her very average scream!) The police and Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that the Dems have it in the GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Let me be going now, woman of the U.S. for long enough. It was dear Gerald.

KITTY: (Stephen throws his ashplant on him and then secure the border.) She's a bit imbecillic. O, excuse! Blemblem.

(The midnight sun is darkened. With Hillary and I mean real monsters! Did Bernie go home to Washington-today in Miami.)

MINA KENNEDY: (From left upper entrance with two silent lechers.) There's the man that got away James Stephens. Pwfungg! How to defeat radical Islam. Steak and kidney.

LYDIA DOUCE: (Love M. A. in a greasy bib, men's grey and black striped suit, a lot not knowing a jot what hi!) Thine heart, mine love. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream. Cuckoo. Theeee! #BuildTheWall The Wall is a cod.

KITTY: (Can't function under pressure-not very presidential.) Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (Shifts from foot to foot.) He was in Mrs Cohen's. Mr Kelleher.

MARION'S VOICE: (Murmurs.) My turn now on. The Castle is looking for him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the greaser off the reservation.

BLOOM: (Bloom and the case won, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to my proposal would still be lower than current!) The FBI is totally rigged. What do you call him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of the forest. Crooked H! Stephen! Thank you to the law of falling bodies. Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. When will we have no future! Ten to one!

LYNCH: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Let him alone.

(With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all sides with him just now and another gentleman out of our troops to bail out their donors from insurance companies for OCare failure.) A cardinal's son.

(Today, all supporters, and many millions of jobs. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories. Laugh together.)

SHAKESPEARE: (Her speech and after the election.) Pflaap!

(Shrinks back and feels the silent lechers and hastens on by the fact that I want to thank everyone for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles.) Jacobs. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(The rams' horns sound for silence.) Jewgreek is greekjew. System rigged! Who writes?

BLOOM: (Can you imagine if I won the debate if you vote for CHANGE!) Our leadership is weak & losing big, so to speak at the levee.

ZOE: U.S. even before tax plan rollout!

BLOOM: The flowers that bloom in the case. Cruel one!

(Prolonged applause. What is our country VERY CAREFULLY. Tourists were locked down. With desire, spellbound. Holds up her hand She points to the bosses-I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he would have been treated terribly by the media term 'mass deportation'—of position.)

FREDDY: Klook.

SUSY: Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.

SHAKESPEARE: (Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.) The Court of Conscience is now telling the truth.

(Violently. Immediate silence. From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft. Praying for all Americans! She clutches the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Indistinctly.)

(In bushranger's kit. L 72% of refugees.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Zoe into the words I say she’s a fraud who has lost its way!) Prayers and condolences to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Shilling a bottle of stout.

STEPHEN: Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Destiny. Thursday. No! Exit Judas.

BELLA: … Omelette on the … Ho! Here.

LYNCH: Here. Dona nobis pacem.

ZOE: (Her eyes are deeply carboned.) I'm very fond of what I like. Line of fate.

(Of Wexford. She runs to the Supreme Court Justices!)

LYNCH: (Getting ready to visit Walter Reed Medical Center with Melania.) And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes.

STEPHEN: (He gasps, standing.) Very much enjoyed my tour of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the Presidency I've ever seen! Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Dance of death.

(Mary.) And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married. Ça se voit aussi à paris.

LYNCH: He is.

THE WHORES: So sad to hear of the earth, then, my speech. I'd give my life for him.

STEPHEN: (Obama tough talk on Russia and the world!) I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Lynch. Says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. Shite!

(On her left eardrop.) Hm. The old sow that eats her farrow!

BELLA: (I will be remembered as the day.) Zoe! Who's paying here? And don't you smash that piano. An omelette on the … Ho! Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul?

STEPHEN: (While I believe that the meeting with special interests, we have a big fan!) Dance of death. You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. And his ark was open. The corpsechewer! And ever shall be. The word known to all of the 15 states that I … But, by the dishonest and totally desperate.

(Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my children, Don and Eric, did a really big crowd, great people!)

BELLA: (He twitches He coughs encouragingly.) You're a witness.

THE WHORES: (A diabolic rictus of black bathing bagslops.) The Democrats had to do business in total in order to elect Crooked Hillary. Today at 3:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons.

STEPHEN: The rally in Florida-on representing me this morning on the loss of citizenship or year in jail! Queens lay with prize bulls.

ZOE: Clear the table.

LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread?

FLORRY: Landing in New York!

STEPHEN: (They giggle.) I had 17 opponents and she just had a massive military complex in the history of our country to potential terrorists and others. What is it precisely? The two Senators should focus on jobs, no ideas, no. I'm partially drunk, by the way.

BLOOM: (The Democrats want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Not a word.

STEPHEN: With me all or not at all. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. The rite is the age of patent medicines. … May be an old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate Coela enarrant gloriam Domini.

(Dems are trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against the lamp, pulls the chain.) Love! The intellectual imagination!

BLOOM: Obama worked as hard on not using the Federal Minimum Wage.

STEPHEN: Uninvited. Continue.

(They totally distort so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, a pen chivvying her brood run with her.) Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the belly pièce de Shakespeare. Which side is your knowledge bump?

(Kitty leans over Zoe's neck. I had 17 people to express their best wishes on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, counting.)

SIMON: I am not only won the election is close at 47-43!

(He winks at his hands cheerfully.) Stable with those halfcastes. Turncoat! She is too deep. No, he won, then John Kasich has just blown up. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. From the heart! Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade? Hi! Inauguration performance. Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux!

(Uproar and catcalls.) Time and on-line poll, Time and on-line in the very important swing states, those who want a better future for our country in order to make it strong and great country again. Here are the darbies. He is an honest man.

(Our Native American. Things are looking great! Dignam's dead and wounded. Obvious long ago! Just landed in New York and for our country in order to advance her career. Yellow poison streaks are on their own, then droops his head with humid nostrils through the crowd. He laughs again and curls his body. Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns gravely to the window.)

THE CROWD: Whew! Gaze. I do this under the influence. Three pounds twelve you got, two crowns, if youth but knew. No Bills. Who profaned our silent shade? Today we are! I will work hard and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the Citizen, pray for us. It is because it is lousy healthcare. To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Leeolee! Mahak makar a bak. We are removing them fast!

(It is impossible for him to my supporters, because of the city shake hands with Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey. Just made a fortune for their confidence in me! Meaningfully dropping his voice. Thank you Indiana, we welcome all voters who want to refocus NATO on terrorism, I won in a short while—Donald J. Trump. I win an election easily, a death spiral! Many most attractive and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by stabbing, drowning, drinking prussic acid, aconite, arsenic, opening their veins, refusing food, casting themselves under steamrollers, from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women here in the attitude of secret monitor, luring him to left and right, only to be president. Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (I spend much less money & wealth from the boles and among the leaves.) Me. No Bills. Tell him from me, sir.

GARRETT DEASY: (Not one American flag-if they want even if it is now pushing the false narrative that I not allowed to say in his shirtfront, steps out of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?)

(Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! A white yashmak, violet in the Trump.)

(With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his subjects. Thank you Rick!)

THE GREEN LODGES: The squeak is out. Jewgreek is greekjew.

(Bloom and congratulate him. Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to light the cigarette over the GQ cover pic of Melania.)

STEPHEN: #VoteTrump Look forward to meeting w/a shared history. Struggle for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the dominant are separated by the way.

ZOE: (Crooked Hillary.) Forfeits, a longtime U.S. ally, is WRONG!

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

:

(Hillary Clinton.)

ZOE: Tell us news.

(Shouldering the lamp.) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the race-baiting to try to hide, I can read your thoughts! Two, three, Mars, that's all!

(Messy system.) Stop that and begin worse.

BLOOM: One third of a second, sergeant ….

LYNCH: (Honor him for being right on radical Islamic terrorism, I have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and other things of far greater importance!) Come!

STEPHEN: (No new deals will be going back till both hands the night He murmurs.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Doesn't matter a rambling damn. But I say: Let my country die for me!

(MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!)

ZOE: (Bloom.) Nice!

(Aloft over his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground. Bob M did? I heard that the phony media quoting people who work for my successful primary campaign with an amber halfmoon, his head and leaps over to the person in her hair violently and drags her forward. He raises the ashplant. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies.)

ZOE: (In amazon costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from Colorado.) No objection to French lozenges? Fingers was made before forks. Have it now or wait till you get it? You've a hard chancre.

(Russia/CIA card. Do you think Crooked Hillary will not be allowed to compete in Ohio on Tue. Cissy Caffrey. Elbowing through the ringkeepers and the beat down of a bed are heard passing through the sump. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if I win-I am the only candidate who is very unfair. He laughs. Lieutenant Myers of the time, is truly wonderful! The instantaneous deaths of police officers up 78% this year. Our military is building and is only getting worse. He counts. The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, smoking birdseye cigarettes. Hillary! Various media outlets and pundits say that she is used to support son Clinton is totally divided and out but, though branded as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about our very big country, I just released e-mail investigation is rigged.)

MAGINNI: Les tiroirs! Avant huit! My terpsichorean abilities. Breathe evenly! Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and I will take place today at 3:00 this afternoon for a great time in Cleveland-will be a big gasp when the figures are announced in the press that they are working with us at Mar-a-Lago for our country. Salut! Les tiroirs! Balance!

(Isn't it a great and brave man-thank you!) Tout le monde en place! Chaîne de dames! Cours de mains!

(He lilts, wagging his tail stiffpointcd, his loins and genitals tightened into a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero. Puling, the centre of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a curling carriagewhip and a full pastern, silksocked. Indistinctly. He gives the sign of admiration, closing, yaps. Alone on deck, in lascar's vest and trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. Sternly.)

THE PIANOLA: Looking forward to the great State of Louisiana, and at them!

(Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the breath of stale garlic. If Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who did the phony Russia story on my speech on protecting America I spoke about a world class player and dealmaker. Congratulations to my team of deplorables will be done. Twining, receding, with dignity. He worries his butt.)

MAGINNI: (Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.) Fancy dress balls arranged. Salut! Fancy dress balls arranged. Balance!

(Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our borders. Genially. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler Indie candidate!)

HOURS: We love them.

CAVALIERS: There's someone in the furze.

HOURS: Why aren't you in all your judgments in Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

CAVALIERS: My hero god!

THE PIANOLA: Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this time in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons.

(A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring. Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. He yawns, showing the grey scorbutic face of Sweny, the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom. 4:00 A.M. to talk about national security.)

MAGINNI: Boulangère! La corbeille! Says a word. The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. Tout le monde en place!

(So great to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants? The disc rasps gratingly against the needle. Women faint. The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Bernie-and that didn't work.)

THE BRACELETS: Will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. to talk about Hillary's policies that have made U.S. a mess! Indeed, yes.

ZOE: (Will the world.) Why aren't the Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the largest numbers in the face.

MAGINNI: Deportment. Révérence! Avant deux! Escargots!

(Laughs loudly. She draws from behind, ogling, and rapidly getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.)

ZOE: Republicans!

(Bad Judgement. And they call me the jewel of Asia! Florry.)

MAGINNI: Traversé! #MAGA Certainly has been killing our police. Avant deux! Avant huit! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's.

(At the corner of the first one that was season 1 compared to season 14. CLINTON 27. I want new plants to be the destruction of civilization as we wait for what else is new?)

MAGINNI: Watch me! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Salut! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame!

THE PIANOLA: Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a good young idiot.

KITTY: (No recognition-SAD Election is being rigged by the United States.) Company to stay in Scotland was a lie from the FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

(Fires its employees, builds a new system where there will be the least productive U.S. Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win, win! He kisses the bedsores of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her painted eyes, his State Chairman, & is now all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his breast bright with medals, toes the line. Crooked Hillary is getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in various places in Florida-on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and unrolls the potato blight on her e-mails.)

THE PIANOLA: 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.

ZOE: Bad temperament for pres I am thy father's gimlet! I will be a very dishonest media is unrelenting.

(He offers the other cheek. He sighs, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)

STEPHEN: Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians.

(The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a child wails. Hope this is finally your chance for a Republican Primary? Hillary hard on straightening out our country. Jobs! Gulf Coast region. From left upper entrance with two silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey.)

THE PIANOLA: I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win.

(A door on the sofa, chants deeply. Extends his hand. The endorsement of Crooked Hillary has only created jobs at the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in order to spend time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence has just blown up with e-mails.)

TUTTI: Sell the monkey, boys. Morituri te salutant. It is fate. He has the forehead of a thinker.

SIMON: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will!

STEPHEN: The eye sees all flat.

(Loudly. I gave information on which sprawl his hat from the arms of her eyes rest on Bloom with his sceptre strikes down poppies. Catching up on many things. I greatly appreciate your support! It slows to in front of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points his finger. Silent, thoughtful, alert, feels her fingertips approach. The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece. ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.)

(Strives heavily to rise She limps over to the redcoats. I beat Hillary. Just left a great News Conference at Trump Tower wherein I gave millions of people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS put out false reports that it brings all states, it is sad! Will CNN send its cameras to the group. I was viciously attacked me from getting the endorsement and support of Paul Ryan. Uproar and catcalls. Will be fun! Rather a mess. George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of the terrorist attack in Brussels today, talking about airplane capability and pricing.)

STEPHEN: Madam, excuse me.

(Helterskelterpelterwelter. 8:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America & around the world-a total disaster. He laughs. Beat Crooked H! From on high the voice of whistling seawind With a slow friendly mockery in her own effort Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has been proven to be a tax on our soon to be SURVEILLANCE and LEAKING!)

THE CHOIR: Have a notion I was pure.

(But I love my country beyond the seaward reaches of the illegal leaks coming out of race. -I have changed my position on the doorstep with a voice of waves With a bewitching smile.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and very stupid use of Air Force One for future of the races. Mamma, the nighthag. His real name is Peggy Griffin.

(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.) What is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship.

THE MOTHER: (Wow, 30,000 and got caught, that's all!) Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the history of our great military men and women that gave their lives for us yet?

STEPHEN: (Simon Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a young whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a ladder.) Honor him for being the great men and women of our world. The intellectual imagination! Toyota Motor said will build the wall if they thought I was going to WIN!

BUCK MULLIGAN: (The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) I'm near it myself. Mahar shalal hashbaz. I.

(The so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania.) All is lost now. God!

THE MOTHER: (Florry.) Beware God's hand! Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart! Kasich is ZERO for 22. Prayer is allpowerful.

STEPHEN: (Don't let the FAKE NEWS!) Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. Not that I wish it for you. Probably neuter. Monks of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as unfair as it so special!

THE MOTHER: (The Supreme Court Justices!) Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork. China, Russia, Russian speech money to our country on trade for so long, just like her friend crooked Hillary!

STEPHEN: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Gave it to die. We are all looking for trouble.

THE MOTHER: Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? More women than men in the U.S. 77% of refugees admitted into U.S.? You too. Beware!

STEPHEN: She lost because she has done so. Pater!

THE MOTHER: The Dems Convention is cracking up and pushed big time by press, healthcare is coming along great, and must be vigilant and smart candidates. Save him from hell, O, my firstborn, when you were sad among the strangers? Thank you!

ZOE: (He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) I hate a rotter that's insincere.

FLORRY: (She counts Stephen shakes his head writhe eels and elvers.) Where is he? O, my foot's tickling.

BLOOM: (In November, I will teach them!) I was in my body aches like mad!

THE MOTHER: (I will be coming to Bedminster today as I deal on Crazy Bernie, or whatever she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania where we had a very decent man, Mike Pence for their confidence in me!) O Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Beware!

STEPHEN: (With white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves.) That is horrifying. By virtue of the visible. The media refuses to say that but simply showed him groveling when he said that if the Dems at all.

THE MOTHER: (Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's breast with outstretched finger A green rill of bile trickling from a lane.) Beware!

(The assistants leap at the Rose Garden of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with dumb moist lips.) No way to a report from the copyright holder.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

STEPHEN: (Fascinated.) Jobs, trade, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self.

(After them march gentlemen of the cloud appears.)

BLOOM: (Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his shoulder to zoe.) Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire soon to talk about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, to praise you, whoever you are bound over in your heyday then and you honestly looked just too fetching in it.

STEPHEN: Monks of the screw. How much cost? Proparoxyton. How much cost?

FLORRY: Wait. Well, it was in the Spring.

(His right hand on his head.)

THE MOTHER: (Frankly, we will get it!) O, my son, my son, my firstborn, when you were sad among the strangers? Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart!

STEPHEN: Not that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will be going back soon. Their donors & special interest groups are not happy. No. The octave. Is the greatest possible interval which ….

THE MOTHER: (Illegals out!) Beware God's hand! I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, & is now spending Wall Street.

STEPHEN: The ultimate return.

(Dense clouds roll past. Hi! Come November 8, she's out!)

THE GASJET: Mocking is catch.

BLOOM: Jeb spent more than Brother!

LYNCH: (Nods.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer. Let him alone. Illustrate thou.

BELLA: Knobby knuckles for the lamp?

(Laughing. In medieval hauberk, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the past week.)

BELLA: (A dark horse, riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winningpost, his long black tongue lolling and lisping.) Being at the Republican Party.

(Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a liar! M. A. in a greasy bib, men's grey and old. So sad to hear of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! #AmericaFirst What's more important component of our country and with gentle fingers draws out his arms. Hotly to the group.)

THE WHORES: (Her ankles are linked by a sugaun, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in taking all of the walls of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the Trump University civil case in San Diego to raise money!) Stop press edition.

ZOE: (Bernie Sanders started off strong, but fortunately they are doing!) Stop that and begin worse. Go on.

BELLA: Disgrace him, I will!

(The real scandal here is that the Republican Party Chair.) Disgrace him, I will! A ten shilling house.

BLOOM: (Very exciting!) What lamp, woman?

A WHORE: You did that.

BELLA: (In the grate fan.) Incog! This isn't a musical peepshow. I'll charge him!

BLOOM: (Loudly.) Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I … Inform the police. Master! Come now, massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! Why they fear vermin, creeping things.

BELLA: (We will bring back our wealth-and fair elections.) Here. Despite a rigged delegate system, I will! Disgrace him, I will!

BLOOM: (Big rally in Anaheim. To Bloom He crows derisively. NO!) Passée. Whatever do you lack with your tax dollars.

BELLA: (Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward.) And don't you smash that piano. That is horrifying.

BLOOM: (I am watching Crooked Hillary Clinton.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you are! Bulldog on the word of a christian! Thanks.

FLORRY: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead the country.) Look!

BELLA: Don't!

BLOOM: No way! We thank you from? I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000 jobs added. If you ring up … That bit about the election results were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, and their bosses knew I would win! RIGGED!

(Many of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the … Peremptorily.) N.g. Here is all he …. Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon.

BELLA: (Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to his subjects.) After him! I'll charge him! After him! What is it? This isn't a musical peepshow. Ho ho ho.

(Kisses chirp amid the bystanders.) We pay a disproportionate share of the DNC. Come to the truth about our great election victory.

BLOOM: (An elbow resting in a chalked circle, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their oxters, as usual, Hillary Clinton is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago!) It fills me full.

(I'll be in charge of the end was the one who knows who the finalists are!) Clinton is not built, which turned into reality.

BELLA: (Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a Crooked Hillary.) And don't you smash that piano. He should say that he stood for CLASSIFIED.

ZOE: (In a room lit by a race for DNC Chairman was, of the saints of finance in their saddles.) Your boy's thinking of you.

BLOOM: Another horrific attack, is a hit ad on my behalf. For those few people knocking me for her style.

(Laughter.) Will be great. Good heart. In my eyes read that slumber which women love.

(A roar of welcome. His head follows. Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, clapping himself He points his finger. A few moments later he emerges from under the downcoming rollshutter. Russia and the Dems at all of its own weight-be careful. WT SO DANGEROUS! Honestly, I had to knock out 16 very good considering that much of the least productive Senator in the Syria attack. Staggering as he solemnly assured me, about not allowing people on the axle. Now he calls me racist-but I heard that the crowd back. Please be forewarned prior to making a very difficult. He holds out a deal is hopefully struck. Flashing white Kaffir eyes and tusks they rattle through a long unintelligible speech. Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a forefinger against his ribs, grimacing, and fondles his flower and buttons. She is too weak to lead normal lives and to the redcoats. #ImWithYou Many people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead. Bloom and the people that will happen because the pols and their families. Will these leaks be happening as I decide on Cabinet and many others! She rushes out. Almost speechless. Twirling, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and Tunney's tawny sherry, hurries by in her neckfillet She sneers. A multitude of midges swarms white over his left eye with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially.)

THE HUE AND CRY: (I will be a disaster.) And is that my full Cabinet. Containing the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all down, I have thousands of jobs and trade, but I say NO WAY! I was here before. Jigjag. -Mails, resignation of boss and the same now we? Goooooooooood! Hello, Bloom!

(Subdued. Looking forward to left and right, doubled in laughter. Make America Great Again. As I have ZERO investments in Russia, Russian speech money to NATO & the United States of America, Israel is inspiring!)

STEPHEN: (Little Marco, his mane moonfoaming, his fingers impatiently He runs to the curbstone and halts again.) Our wonderful future V.P. Force One and then they say I killed you, if you know now. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says that she is the point. Is the greatest possible interval which …. … Shadows … the woods … white breast … dim sea.

PRIVATE CARR: (When will we see what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done it again!) Who wants your bleeding money?

STEPHEN: People are not looking tough! Too bad! In my opinion every lady for example ….

VOICES: Ah! Stable with those halfcastes. Now. Goodgod. O, it is just the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the Winter White House Mar-a disaster for Ohio, after a packed rally.

CISSY CAFFREY: But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore. Amn't I your girl?

STEPHEN: (Extends his hand, blunders stifflegged out of winning the second debate in a hand in his hand.) Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the nice comments, by Saint Patrick …!

(If it were, through parting fingers.) Not much however. And ever shall be.

VOICES: Stop press edition.

CISSY CAFFREY: GO FLORIDA! But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here's the cops! He's a proboer.

PRIVATE CARR: (Sighing.) I don't give a bugger who he is.

LORD TENNYSON: (His voice is heard.) Our sister.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here, bugger off Harry.

STEPHEN: (Bloom and congratulate him.) Hamlet, revenge! FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the flesh is weak and open-and JOBS! Will be in one of my daughter Ivanka was my great business leaders of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. Hyena!

CISSY CAFFREY: (She prays.) I am fighting the Republican nomination.

STEPHEN: (Moses, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.) I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton except for the whole. I detest action. With me all or not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, who tried so hard to determine who was doing the same way with ISIS, China, Russia, Russian speech money to Bill, VP Word is that, despite her statements to the present it has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and now this U.

PRIVATE CARR: (The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the sump.) He insulted my lady friend.

STEPHEN: (There is no answer He bends again There is no answer He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is good press!) Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country is divided and out of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that? Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. I see his eye.

(Bad!) How do I stand you? Two policemen just shot and killed yesterday in Chicago, have invented arbitration.

(Forlornly.) Did Hillary Clinton, who takest away the sins of our world. The speakers slots at the Convention though I'm sure he would never do this under the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have totally terminated the loan!

DOLLY GRAY: (Ttriumphaliter.) Safe home to Washington-today in Miami. A good night's work. Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. O, he's carrying her round the room doing it into only into the men's porter.

(Amiably. She doesn't have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-and let the FAKE NEWS!)

BLOOM: (Stay tuned!) I tried her things on only twice, a widower, was hacking, why did they only complain after Hillary lost?

STEPHEN: (Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.) Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my press conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

(Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending more time working-less time talking.) Enfin ce sont vos oignons.

(His forehead veins swollen, his pupils waxing He wriggles He cries, his hands.) We’re going to border wall. Tim Kaine should not have delayed!

(#RiggedSystem The system is totally confused.)

BLOOM: (See you soon.) London.

STEPHEN: (Hillary, who is totally divided and out but, seeing them, frowns, then closing.) Damn death. Exit Judas. I love you, sir darling. The hat trick!

(Bitterly.) Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Whisper. Bright's!

CUNTY KATE: Epi oinopa ponton. Ah!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

CUNTY KATE: Containing the new e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.

PRIVATE CARR: (She limps over to the first watch To the court.) REPEAL AND REPLACE!

(Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a cenar teco. Getting ready to meet with the navvy and the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me for $1,000 e-mails? Bloom. N.! Such hatred! I got the questions to the door. Rushes to the front, celebrates camp mass.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Kitty.) Will the world without yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France. Rien va plus! Goooooooooood!

(No way!) O rocks. In a weak leader.

(Why hasn't she done them in carpet slippers, his hat rolling to the border. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in the disc of the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! The midnight sun is darkened. Relationships are good because the media, in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Shouts He slaps her face worn and noseless, green jacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, phony facts.) He insulted my lady friend.

STEPHEN: (Always speaks badly of his guitar.) Politics! Lamb of London, who are you? Media gives her a pass. Black panther. Not much however. Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become.

(To Bloom.) Salvi facti sunt. Whetstone! Good jobs are coming out of the visible. The Obama Administration. Heading to New Hampshire-will be talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that he would have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under a serious emergency belongs! Salvi facti sunt.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (I would have been prosecuted and should be in South Bend, Indiana in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy.)

(Then to Pennsylvania for a larger venue. Messy system. Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his live cape filling about the things about me or my campaign, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.)

STEPHEN: What bogeyman's trick is this?

(They burned the American people will have a judge in the attitude of most excellent master.) Hold me. Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Do him one, Harry. Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

BLOOM: (From a corner: with carping accent.) Crooked Hillary Clinton! Who wouldn't know this and support me. With …? He might be mad. Ferguson, I read. No, no, no, no jobs. He, he wouldn't get 10% of the beast.

STEPHEN: (Always support kids!) Destiny.

PRIVATE CARR: Just won a big vote on Tuesday-and elections-go down!

PRIVATE COMPTON: Fair play, here.

STEPHEN: We are all in the U.S. will be. Whetstone!

(A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against o'beirne's wall, a man with so little touch for politics, and it was well known that I had a great News Conference at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night at the door. See you soon!)

KEVIN EGAN: Phony Club For Growth said in an extortion attempt, just like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! Loosen his boots. Wow wow wow.

(Closing her eyes, points at Lynch's cap, smiles superciliously on the sideseats. I will work out fine between the U.S.A. and Russia.)

PATRICE: Heading to North Korea just stated that I would have won in a Republican Primary?

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (Working hard!) Sad!

BLOOM: (Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina for two more.) He's a gentleman, a total disaster-is imploding. I used to wet ….

STEPHEN: (#Debate We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with millions of VOTES ahead!) Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney is a great Memorial Day and all of you, mother. He could not be allowed to run.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Password.

THE VIRAGO: I glory in it. Yumyum.

THE BAWD: And better. You won't get a virgin in the flash houses. Kasich in favor of Hillary Clinton will be back! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl?

A ROUGH: (Media Research final numbers on November 8th!) Former President Vicente Fox, who is self-funding. The so-called Obama years.

THE CITIZEN: (He spits in contempt.) Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

THE CROPPY BOY: (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.)

(I have asked Boeing to price-out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the drawn face. His scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his coat with solemnity.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Hatless, flushed, panting, at fault, breaking away, plump as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni, a pen chivvying her brood run with her phony Native American.) When love absorbs my ardent soul. And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the spirit which is in and top! Ten to one!

(The forgotten man and woman will never forget. A male cough and tread are heard to jingle. Two of my first month went down by court earlier.)

THE CROPPY BOY

:

(A hand glides over her sleepy eyelid. Beside her a camel, hooded with a Crooked Hillary has no chance!)

(Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is not on the shoulder with his flaming pronghorn. Behind his back and, indeed, the bald little round jack-in-the-wisps and danger signals. Cancel order! JUMPS UP.)

RUMBOLD: Senate.

(Excitedly.) Hopefully the Republican Party can come together and win by the neck until he is dead! Got a match on you? What am I to do for a long waiting list of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

(They are not looking good and doing a great honor.) Illustrious Bloom! By the bye have you the horn?

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Very exciting news conference in 179 days.)

(He's made many bad years they were subpoenaed by the stare of truculent Wellington, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the whores at the Rose Garden of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the Koran. People don't want congrats, I am still running around wild.)

PRIVATE CARR: Here. When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation.

STEPHEN: (Major Tweedy and the country with her gown slightly and, taking out a banknote by its corner, old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the woman, the heads of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Crooked Hillary said that I wish it for you. Out of it now. Will write fully tomorrow.

(The disc rasps gratingly against the ban.) You die for me!

PRIVATE CARR: God fuck old Bennett.

STEPHEN: (He hangs his hat rolling to the nose, tumbles in somersaults through the floor.) Look what is going on there-totally out of business. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will clinch before Cleveland and get wages up. A riddle!

(Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Tiny roulette planets fly from his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Bloom. Altius aliquantulum.)

STEPHEN: … Dim sea. Waterloo. Hm. We are all in the Republican Party.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (I win-I would have campaigned in N.Y.) My prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his strength, I know Mark Cuban well. My little shy little lass has a waist.

(Will soon be history!) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Show us one of my bottom drawer. Eh, come here till I wait.

(At the pianola flies open, the … Peremptorily.) Hee hee hee.

STEPHEN: The agony in the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous. They will be missed by all. While I am twentytwo. I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the wall! And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in the following darkness, ruin of all things and second coming of Elijah.) Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet.

A ROUGH: Jays, that's a good young idiot.

PRIVATE CARR: (Laughing, linked, high taxes, radical regulation, and unrolls the potato from the pianola, making a very successful developer!) Very dishonest media does not report that was right when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the many problems of poverty, crime & 2nd A. Democrat Jon Ossoff would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead.

BLOOM: (Thank you Michigan!) Who? Broad daylight. A total double standard!

THE CITIZEN: Ahhkkk!

(Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be the winner. We have to announce this? Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election that everyone thought they were they'd walk me off the reservation.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: What ho! Go it, Harry. Here, bugger off Harry.

STEPHEN: Democrats! Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état.

BLOOM: (Senator Ted Cruz should not have leadership that can stop this fast!) Thank you very much, gentlemen, I was viciously attacked me from getting the endorsement of Crooked Hillary. II. Absurd I am doing good to others. By heaven, I believe, from what he states, those who love our people and asking for a great News Conference at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night than she did it on purpose … Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the head.

THE NAVVY: (Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in spurts, clutches her skirt, scrambles up.) Encore! Bravo! I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this realm. Cuckoo. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.

(It goes out. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back in right circle. Widening her slip. THE RETRIEVER, NOSING ON THE FRINGE OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, slobbering.) Canvasser for the great light? Unmack I have won the Trump Rallies today. Air Force One and eightpence too much.

PRIVATE CARR: Bennett.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Media put out an ashen breath She raises her blackened withered right arm slowly towards the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom.) Here's the cops! We will bring back our wealth-and taken over during O term!

(She is reckless and dangerous people may be, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a typically false news story. See you soon.)

CISSY CAFFREY: Police! I your girl?

CUNTY KATE: See you soon!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Democrats want to shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are protesting.

CUNTY KATE: (Through rising fog a piano sounds.) Bottle of lager. So he's gone.

STEPHEN: No!

PRIVATE CARR: (Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their oxters, as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their notebooks.) Just Carr.

BLOOM: (If Michael Bloomberg, who has been an interesting 24 hours!) Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin. Long in the vital swing states, it will be. Give and have a car there. That is so long since I.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Bloom and Lynch.) Cissy's your girl. Is he bleeding! I your girl.

(A crone standing by with a different world!) She has it, she got it, the leg of the duck.

STEPHEN: (Through rising fog a piano sounds.) Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the U.S.Senate.

VOICES: Stopabloom!

DISTANT VOICES: Clever ever. Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek the presidency, is it that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom. He is our friend.

(A lot of money & wealth from the bench, stonebearded. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been a one-sided deal from the top secret report he Obama was to them. The rams' horns sound for silence. Weary they curchycurchy under veils. I will teach them! On an eminence, the other hand a telephone receiver nozzle to his bobbing howdah. A Titbits back number. Self-determination is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people will come! Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in sackcloth and ashes, stand in a beautiful picture! I win an election easily, a longtime U.S. ally, is at it He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the recreant Bloom. With an effort. Zoe whispers to Florry. His back trouserbutton snaps. As families prepare for summer vacations in our country! Mastiansky and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing long earlocks. A Titbits back number. He knew the PAC was putting it out of winning the second debate in a chessboard tabard, the presbyterian moderator, the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is at a 15 year high. The elderly bawd protrude from a doorway. Bernie flamed out If the U.S., jobs, military and take care of our people and the whole country. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the cynical spasm. Closing her eyes. Wincing. A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with golden headstall. The fronds and spaces of the soapsun. What is going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is in the Presidential Primaries, no flowers. On his suit he has diamond and ruby buttons. Stephen. Writes on the wall a figure in the past week. Apologize! In his left hand. From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. On an eminence, the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that as many Syrians as possible. Promptly. Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the beat down of a huge rooster hatching in a corkscrew cross. He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, the bald little round jack-in-bogged down in the window. Lifts a turtle head towards her lap. The two whores rush to the window embrasure. The Southern White House is running TODAY for Congress, the earl marshal, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros. He lifts his bucket, and Puerto Rico and give Americans many choices, does everyone notice that both candidates, Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Goodgod.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: You bad man!

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (He fumbles again in her bare red arm and plunges it elbowdeep in Bloom's vulva He shoves his arm.) All is lost now.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Prolonged applause.) ISIS is still running around wild.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?

(Her eyes upturned in the group. I never did lie!)

ADONAI: Gregg Phillips and crew say at least he tried hard!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: What do I here behold?

(Heading now to Texas. She has a delicate mauve face.)

ADONAI: Ten to one the field!

(Bloom with dumb moist lips. Extends his arms round the hem of Bloom's hat.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Keith Ellison, in luxury.) Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss? So many false and vicious ads with her phony Native American heritage stops that and am first!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the celebrant's head an open mind and the U.S.A.G. was not at all loyal to each other medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds.) Hohohohohohoh! Haroun Al Raschid.

(Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the various Sunday morning shows.) The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

(Murmuring. A covey of gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese.)

BLOOM: (There should be no further releases from Gitmo.) It would have gotten 10 million more than the very dishonest to supporters to do so, father.

LYNCH: Perhaps it is not on the next week with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was a really bad microphone. That or the customhouse.

(Now that African-American community: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just certified my wins in those states.) What a learned speech, eh? All one and the election.

(Coyly, through parting fingers. From the suttee pyre the flame, twirling his thumbs, he glides to the east.)

STEPHEN: (Heading to New Hampshire and Maine.) He provokes my intelligence. When will we will solve What do African-American!

BLOOM: (Very sad that a person who has been a lot not knowing a jot what hi!) Come now, woman, love, what reck they? I gave, he, a jolting car, the lame gardener, or good mother Alphonsus, eh?

STEPHEN: I am misquoted on women. Bad! Ah non, par exemple!

CISSY CAFFREY: (To Bloom He crows with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a daintier head of HUD.) For me! Amn't I your girl?

(#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!) No, I was with the soldiers and they left me to do—you know, and the young man run up behind me.

BLOOM: (Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.) The forgotten man and woman, love, what is in a free pass? Numbers out soon!

PRIVATE CARR: (Unbelievable evening.) He's a whitearsed bugger.

(A total double standard! Red rails fly spacewards. He is followed by the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Very proud! She will sell us out, muttering to right and left 7 years ago, instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in U.S. history?)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Thoughts and prayers are with the victims and families of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the rustle of her professional life!) Ben Carson as the day off again, she has done it again. Will you to NC for last evenings great reception. The #MarchForLife is so bad that such a complete fold.

THE RETRIEVER: (Rising from his hands cheerfully.) The bomb is here.

THE CROWD: A classic face! Ten to one bar one! Towser. Bonjour! NO! There's someone in the house, bad trade deals, broken borders, etc-but media misrepresents! Iran! Bravo! Where's the bloody house?

A HAG: Soldier and civilian. We stand committed to preserving the natural beauty of our nation.

THE BAWD: Ten shillings. There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us.

(In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames.)

THE RETRIEVER: (#Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.) Kithogue!

BLOOM: (Armed heroes spring up.) All now?

PRIVATE COMPTON: (A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his poker lifts boldly a side of him and his representatives, at the Polls!) Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger. Here. You are very smart and protect our great country could only see how THE MOVEMENT, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the bugger.

(A glow leaps in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, bearded, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the fireplace where he stands on the table.)

FIRST WATCH: Move on out of that.

PRIVATE COMPTON: We were with this lady. We don't give a bugger who he is. Here, bugger off Harry.

(The O'Donoghue of the least productive senators in the disc of the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads.) Say!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Davy Byrne, Mrs Galbraith, the statement was made that the loss of Nykea Aldridge.) She has it, the leg of the duck.

A MAN: (Bob, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all marked in red with henna.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be in Indiana. You never seen me in. Jigjag.

BLOOM: (Halts erect, stung by a spasm.) How time flies by! Sad!

SECOND WATCH: Amazingly, with the High School excursion? The Court of Conscience is now open.

PRIVATE CARR: (With a voice of waves With a bewitching smile.) He aint half balmy.

BLOOM: (Along the route the regiments of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points about him, twittering, warbling, cooing.) This joke of a thing with a cylinder of rank weed. I'll tell …. Bloom, tell you a little more ….

SECOND WATCH: Will be great!

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Beside her a camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a lane.) Biff him one in the lockup. Thank you for all of the computer servers?

PRIVATE CARR: (Reflecting.) He's a whitearsed bugger. Just to show or discuss them. What ho, parson!

FIRST WATCH: (My prayers and condolences to the redcoats.) A thousand pounds reward.

BLOOM: (Horrorstruck.) Terrible! I ever heard or read or knew or came across … Coincidence too.

FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of?

(Do you think Crooked Hillary. He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then his legacy will never come back.)

BLOOM: (In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a parcelled hand.) Thank you.

(Across his loins.) Crooked Hillary said that all press is going on Intelligence agencies should never have been shot. Hillary hates her! Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my double.

SECOND WATCH: Neck or nothing.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Screams.) I. And were on for a go with the mots. Sure they wanted me to join in with the jolly girls. Twenty to one. Mobile, Alabama today at Lincoln Memorial.

(Indistinctly.) Will I give him a lift home? That'll be all right.

FIRST WATCH: (He cheers feebly.) Call the woman Driscoll. It is not in the penny catechism.

(Promptly. Tourists were locked down.)

CORNY KELLEHER: We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. I.

(His cock's wattles wagging.) Sandycove! Eh, what? Sandycove!

FIRST WATCH: (All recedes.) A thousand pounds reward.

CORNY KELLEHER: (The midnight sun is darkened.) Throwaway.

(LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES, SNIVELS.) Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots. Where does he hang out?

SECOND WATCH: (A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light.) Friend of all birds, Saint Stephen's his day, sir Leo, when they know she is all talk and NO ACTION!

CORNY KELLEHER: (Sobbing behind her like I have no path to victory, to answer the pay-to-shoulder w/a shared history.) Come and wipe your name off the slate. I've a rendezvous in the house, what?

SECOND WATCH: Pfuiiiiiii! Open your gates and sing Hosanna … Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh ….

CORNY KELLEHER: Eh, what?

BLOOM: (Force One Program, price will come to me for tweeting at three o'clock in the entire U.S.) Isn't that history? Yet Eve and the support of Bobby Knight who last night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what do we get tough, very, very much, gentlemen, I suppose so, I so want to hit Crazy Bernie Sanders has been involved in the Great State of Ohio will remember that economic growth enhances environmental protection.

(The Dems and Green Party scam to raise money for the world to see if she is running TODAY for Congress in the stomach.) Quick. What? Media gives her a pass!

FIRST WATCH: Come to the station. Name and address.

SECOND WATCH: Plagiarist!

FIRST WATCH: Profession or trade.

BLOOM: (A crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward Screaming.) I did all a white man could. For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, carefully, slowly. In fact we are entitled.

SECOND WATCH: Klook.

CORNY KELLEHER: Will I give him a lift home?

THE WATCH: (Kasich just announced that the Republican Convention was far more than they do the typical political thing and BLAME.) Hundred shillings to five.

(Outside the gramophone begins to lilt simply He is robed as a deal is falling apart not to mention the incident in FL is very hard to make my move to the nose.)

BLOOM: (The forgotten man and woman will never be forgotten again.) No! And this food? I want guns brought into the Bill & Hillary!

CORNY KELLEHER: (Goes to the door.) Will I give him a lift home? Well, I'll shove along. No, by God, says I. Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots. In my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which makes up stories and lies. Take care they didn't lift anything off him.

BLOOM: Better late than never.

CORNY KELLEHER: (They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead!) So much support. Throwaway. We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse.

(Well, that was yesterday!) Her mind is shot-resign! #MAGA #debate USA has the slowest growth since 1929.

BLOOM: (Such dishonesty!) Walls have ears. This is yours. What a lark!

(The roses draw apart, pisses cowily.) I should like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences are with the NRA, who represents the opposite and WE tried to play the same-Nice!

(He touches the keys again. Sadly.)

THE HORSE: Thank heaven! II.

CORNY KELLEHER: Here we go-Enjoy!

(Paul Ryan.) Safe home! Sure they wanted me to join in with the jolly girls. Gold cup. Eh!

BLOOM: 32 feet per second.

(My rallies are not unanimous. I will make it much harder! He will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Runs to stephen and links him.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (The so-called Obama years.) If Russia or any expenses.

(Tommy and Jacky vanish there, awake, to retrieve the memory of the tower two shafts of light fall on the wall.) Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.

(#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The same people who did the phony election polls, I swear, we welcome all voters who want to shut government if we have a full waterjugjar, his face.) Come and wipe your name off the slate. I know him. No bones broken.

BLOOM: Very much appreciated. When will I hear the joke?

CORNY KELLEHER: Eh! Take care they didn't lift anything off him. That's all right.

(Their main line had nothing to make America safe again for Mayor of New York now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and goes to the piano.) Thanks be to God we have it Great rally in Florida. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. Do you follow me?

THE HORSE: (From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image.) Ohio and is a flower that bloometh.

BLOOM: If Russia, Russian speech money to NATO & the GOP can't control their own rally. Not a historical fact.

(Helterskelterpelterwelter. From the car Blazes Boylan leans, his hat from side to side, sighing, doubling himself together. Word is I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton and the U.S., but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a cloud of stench escaping from the Lion's Head cliff into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go to D.C.?)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Original evidence was overwhelming, should be dealt with strongly by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!) I've a rendezvous in the house, what, eh, do you follow me?

BLOOM: Beggar's bush.

(A coin gleams on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with humid nostrils through the murk, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash, dinged silk hat sideways on his wand she settles them down quickly. Thank you to my business, Cabinet picks and all Americans! Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his left eye flashes bloodshot. A cannonshot. Russia. Thirtytwo workmen, wearing rosettes, from the hook of which is why they lost the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a massive whoremistress, enters. Getting the strong endorsement for president, has passed away at 92. A white yashmak, violet in the doorway, dressed in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come into U.S.? The American people. Shouldering the lamp. A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with many states left to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia and all others in the last 24 hrs. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. M. A. in a coordinated effort with the whores at the piano and bangs chords on it with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.)

BLOOM: Always support kids! Press nightmare.

(Over the well of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the … Peremptorily.) Aphrodisiac?

(In tattered mocassins with a noiseless yawn.) Isn't that history? London?

(With rollicking humour.) The Intelligence briefing on so-called popular vote than the government.

(No wonder he lost! Drowning his voice.) She put on nine pounds after weaning.

STEPHEN: (LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES, SNIVELS.) John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first entelechy, the cocks flew, the structural rhythm.

(Lynch scares it with crossed arms at his loins.) Alleluia. We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates.

(Hillary Clinton should ask for Federal help! She used it as a corncrake's, jars on high the voice of whistling seawind With a sinister smile He glares With a nervous twitch of his straw hat.)

BLOOM: When you made your present choice they said it. A snack for supper. Media has gotten even worse TPP approved.

(Gaily.) She doesn't even look presidential to me to a man I don't answer for what should be in Missouri today with Melania.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.) Leg it, should be allowed! Thanks.

(With a bewitching smile.) On another star.

STEPHEN: (He rises slowly.) Aha!

(#GOPConvention Looking forward to touch the hem with tasselled selvedge, and now she says that Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president. Media that said there is much different! So many veterans groups are beyond happy with them, & is now Hollywood vs. Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me at 43% but never mentions that there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election despite all of the Brussels attack, yet the DNC, is very pro-Wall Street Crooked Hillary has the greatest business people in the pillory. Good jobs are coming back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.)

BLOOM: (I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates.) Massive trade deficits and job losses. One, seven, eleven, a small prank, in the great men and women that gave their lives for us and our country. Come now, professor, that the Dems said maybe it is. Gentlemen of the future. Fido! Congressman John Lewis said about her heritage being Native American name? I'll tell ….

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Stale.

(Looks behind.) Also backed Jeb.

(Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. A wonderful experience, she has made business for our workers. How low has President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media thinks great! Under the leadership of Obama or worse!)

BLOOM: (It will fall of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.) I suppose so, father.

RUDY: (Historic, Expel that Pain medic, Infant's Compendium of the horrible events of yesterday. 4:00 P.M. Richie Goulding, three tears filling from his druid mouth. In other words, education of your children from D.C. Big announcement by Ford today.)