#imagine how he worshipped the light of the sun and music and art back home

[nuclearbleu]

do you even remember the last time the Light of your God touched your skin?

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any fic recs of Sherlock being soft for John and John only.

Hey Nonny! 

Ahhhhhhhh your request had me thinking that yes I do, and I did tag a few fics with “soft Sherlock”, but I’ve never started a list, so here ya go!

SOFT SHERLOCK

See also: Sherlock Soft With Children

Soft. Happy. Content. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 223 w., 1 Ch. || Sleepy Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Spooning, Morning After, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock reflects on his state of mind. Part 6 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

A Perfect Figure by ecb327 (K, 622 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, First Person POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Light Angst) – Sherlock build a spot in his mind palace for John.

I Knew You Loved Me by inevitably_johnlocked (T, 743 w., 1 Ch. || Morning Cuddles, Fluff, Clingy Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slice of Life, Morning After, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Declarations of Love, Pet Name, Bed Sharing, Snuggles) – John and Sherlock share a lie-in the morning after their first time. So fluffy and gross your teeth will fall out. Part 4 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Peacock by ClassyGirlsWearPearls (T, 1,189 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Cranky Sherlock, Soft John, Hand Holding, Soft Sherlock) – A study in Sherlock and John.

Mizzle by MrsNoggin (K, 1,233 w., 1 Ch || Friendship, Fluff, Platonic Johnlock, Humour, Slice of Life) – John can't decide if it's raining or not. Sherlock doesn't understand.

And, Usually, He's the One Who GIVES Me a Headache by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1,315 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Cranky John, Headaches, Head Massage) – A migraine is never fun.

Together is What we Have, Together Protects Us by Phantom of the Black Pearl (K+, 1,566 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Platonic or Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock, Slice of Life) – After a case one evening in the flat Sherlock voices a concern that causes the pair to consider why they've chosen to stick together after all that's happened

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4,  5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

Let the Sun Fade Out by nothingislittle (E, 2,711 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff & Smut, Praise Kink, PWP, Obsessed Sherlock, Bottomlock, Heart-Tearing Love) – "He could warm the sun itself, Sherlock thinks, could heat their flat with just his presence, could brighten the room with one dazzling smile or just the sparkling in his eyes. John is everything, he’s beautiful and he shines, he’s everything."

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Sherlock/Sally Friendship, Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Pillow Talk by 221b_hound (E, 2,925 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Est. Rel., Preening Sherlock, Limpet Sherlock, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sex on Furniture, Scent Kink, Masturbation, Fluff, Soft Sherlock,  Sherlock’s Bum) – John gets home late from work and Sherlock is nowhere to be seen. John walks through the flat, distracted by memories of all the excellent sex they've been having, and finally finds Sherlock asleep in the upstairs room - apparently having fallen asleep mid-wank while inhaling the scent of John's pillow. Well, you should always finish what you start, John thinks... Part 3 of Lock and Key

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it's time to act.

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional/Overwhelmed Sherlock, Comforting/Caring John, Gross Fluff) – "Sunlight dappled John's skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber." Part 8 of All the ways we love

Untouched by KittieHill (E, 3,239 w., 1 Ch. || Kissing, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, Body Worship, Sherlock’s Scars Mentioned, Masturbation, PWP, Rimming, Multiple Orgasms) – Sherlock leaked a lot. John had never needed lubricant. John loved watching it, had once spent an entire afternoon edging Sherlock so he could watch as the thick precome drip, drip, dripped onto Sherlock's belly.

Morning Sunlight by slashscribe (E, 3,565 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Morning Sex, Fluff, PWP, Established Rel., Soft Idiots) – A thin band of soft morning light peeks between the curtains and stretches across John’s torso, laying dormant across his forearm, dipping into the space between his arm and his chest, illuminating his right nipple but just brushing the edge of his left, disappearing into his armpit, and reappearing again right over Sherlock’s eyes where his head rests, nestled against John’s shoulder. Sherlock is not annoyed by the light’s intrusion on his sleep, not when it rests so soft and tantalizing on John’s skin, a work of unintentionally erotic art. A PWP with so much emotion.

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

If He Knows by shamelessmash (M, 4,513 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fic, Pining Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Angst, First Person Sherlock POV, Texting, Internal Monologue, Blanket Forts) – I imagine mornings: John handing me a cup of tea, hair sticking out at odd angles. How he would bend down to kiss me, smiling fondly as he pulls away. The way his skin crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the way his skin looks in the morning light. The soft sigh as he sits in his chair with the morning paper, the way his toes curl in the carpet, the way he rolls his shoulders before sinking deeper into his seat. I watch him, how he is when he is content, as it should be. As he deserves. Happy. With me.

all things warm and tender by darcylindbergh (E, 5,177 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Romantic Fluff, Rimming/Anal/BJ’s, Body Worship) – Grinning and giggling, John slides back down under the sheet and pulls it over his head. He finds Sherlock waiting for him, eyes bright and hair wild, the firelight bleeding through the thin fabric, colouring everything in soft peach and topaz, and in that moment he is so suddenly, unexpectedly, ethereally beautiful that John forgets how to breathe.

Pillow Talk by scullyseviltwin (M, 5,183 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angsty Fluff, Pillow Talk, Bed Sharing, Worried John, First Time Morning After, Soft Sherlock, Sexuality Discussion, Love Confessions, Kisses and Cuddles) – John has been looking at Sherlock for ages, it feels like.

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w., 3 Ch. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Naked by sussexbound (E, 6,166 w., 1 Ch. || Frottage, Fluff, Intimacy, First Time, Love Declarations, Trust) – John takes a deep breath, and then lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Sherlock, how would you feel if you were sitting out here doing one of your bloody experiments, and I just waltzed out of the loo and started fixing myself breakfast completely starkers? Hmm…? ”Sherlock’s lips inch up at the corners into a pleased hint of a smile he can’t seem to suppress. Part 2 of Intimacy

Christmas by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 7,673 w., 1 Ch. || Worried Sherlock, PWP, Drunkeness, Christmas, Est. Relationship, Idiots So In Love) – John feels a lump rise in his throat, and it hits him, again, that this beautiful, infuriating creature is his. Completely, one-hundred percent his.

How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn't Know He's Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine's Day Ever by unicornpoe (T, 9,832 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Crack, Soft Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He's also pretty sure that John doesn't know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine's Day.

Someone I Love by hudders-and-hiddles (M, 10,002 w., 2 Ch. || Canon Compliant, HLV-Filler Fic, Pre-Slash, Jealous John, PIning Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, UST/URT, Dog Tags) – John gets married and Sherlock finds comfort in wearing John's identity tags around his wrist.

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John,  Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn, Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn, Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., 12 of ? Ch. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles, Girl’s Night, Texting, Virgin Sherlock, Drunk Sherlock, Background Mollstrade, Hair Petting, Laying on Lap) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion. {{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

[moth-song-archives]

The Insatiable Flow of Time (1/8)

I remembered that I can make posts here too huh! Anyways, I wrote a post-MAG200 fic <3

I’ll reblog it again with the link to ao3 if you’d prefer reading it there :D

Rating: Teens and Up Archive Warnings: Choose Not To Use Categories: F/F Relationships: Georgie/Melanie, Georgie & Jon, Jonmartin (mentioned) Characters: Georgie Barker, Melanie King, Jonathan Sims, the Admiral, Basira Hussain (mentioned), Rosie Zampano (mentioned), Martin Blackwood (mentioned)

Additional tags: Diary/Journal × post mag200 × Post-Canon × Canon Compliant × Rated for swearing and me doing my best to write a fitting epilogue for my most fave story of all time × Bittersweet × Hurt/Comfort × Grief/Mourning × Gentle-Sad-Soft × Fluff × Non-Sexual Intimacy × Tenderness × Generally Hopeful Ending × Ambiguous/Open Ending × Catharsis × You know how TMA is a tragedy? ... yeah × Hope Punk × dealing with the fallout of surviving a literal apocalypse × Moving on and letting go × Trans Georgie Barker × Nonbinary Melanie King × Melanie uses any pronouns but needs to (re)discover this first × and is then mainly referred to with they/them pronouns for diary-simplicity × Melanie is ace in my heart ♡ × Jon is also enby but it only gets referred to in passing × Georgie has a Type™ × Character Study × i love them all so much × Nonbinary aspec author × it's very hope punk and somft BUT ALSO VERY SAD × in like a cathartic way × because i like causing pain :') × pre-written and updates every 2-3 days

I think I might use it to… rediscover myself. That’s what I liked about journaling in the first place, I think. Getting to think about things outside of my own head, putting it out there so I could move on? Maybe it’s time to return to old coping mechanisms and try again. Even if I haven’t really changed. Even if I should’ve changed. Right?

As the world tries to piece itself back together, Georgie grapples with her past, her present, and her future by keeping a diary. She also keeps having this strange, recurring dream that involves Jon. Post MAG200.

Finished at ~12k, will upload over the next couple of days <3

Day 3 - Evening

Melanie is sleeping. Basira is also sleeping, on the sofa in the living-room. She doesn’t really know what to do with herself, these days, so for now she’s staying with us.

I am not sleeping. I’m so far beyond tired that I can’t sleep anymore. It’s been... how long? More than a day, certainly. I’m at the kitchen table and the night outside is darker than any I’ve ever seen. There are no street lights and a million more stars than I could’ve ever imagined. I wish Melanie could see them too :(

Back before everything in my life went wrong, I used to be really good at this. I think I got my first diary when I was... seven, maybe eight? I used to be obsessed with it. I guess I stopped writing in college, after the incident, because it felt... wrong? Like I was lying to myself, trying to fabricate emotions that just weren’t there, keeping up with things that no longer seemed important or note-worthy. Mainly, I couldn’t make myself care about anyone or anything anymore.

I think I want to find that person again, now that it’s over. Try and… move on? And Melanie encouraged me :) I guess that’s the main reason. I found this notebook in one of the domains when we were rescuing people. I don’t know what I originally wanted to do with it, but I did end up forgetting about it until I went through my bag again today. It smells like fire and is a bit singed in places, but I kind of like that? I think I might use it to… rediscover myself. ...that sounds very pretentious, but this is just for me, so...

And I like that it’s just cheap paper scribbled on with a shitty biro. Maybe I’ll just burn it when all the thoughts are on the paper instead of in my head. When I can sleep again. And the prize for the most dramatic way of closure goes to Georgie Barker! But yeah. That’s what I liked about journaling in the first place, I think. Getting to think about things outside of my own head, putting it out there so I could move on? Maybe it’s time to return to old coping mechanisms and try again. Even if I haven’t really changed. Even if I should’ve changed. Right?

But I don’t feel any different. Shouldn’t I feel different, now that they’re gone? The entities, I mean, though Jon and Martin seem to be gone, too.

I keep remembering Martin’s expression when he told us to go early, how upset he was.

Honestly, I can’t say I’m surprised. As long as I’ve known Jon, he’s always done what he thought best. It used to drive me up the walls, but I also admired it, I think? I never would’ve told him that, but… Well. He’s gone now.

It’s over, all of it.

And I still can’t sleep.

And Melanie is still blind, and I still feel empty, and my fear still hasn’t come back. Everyone who died is still dead, and the trauma is still there. There were angry mobs in the streets, and people got killed.

I can’t quite believe that Jon and Martin went with them. I can’t believe they left us behind to explain the entire mess.

 We’re back in our old flat. It’s so weird to be back home. Everything looks the same, as though no time passed at all. Nobody knows what date it is. How long were we caught in there?

Outside, it feels like spring. There are birds everywhere, singing their hearts out. Sounds like more birds than there used to be, too. The trees are leafless and dead-looking, but Basira pointed out that they’re getting there... and it feels like spring.

I haven’t slept properly in 3 days because the questions keep me awake. It’s not that I’m worrying, really, just… thinking? I think I could sleep better if the worry had come back, but it hasn’t.

As far as we can tell, all modern devices are broken, too. Computers and phones and such, digital cameras, generators... we don’t even know what the rest of the world looks like. I hadn’t realised how much gets controlled by computers these days, we don’t even have central heating or water access in our flat. Rumours and news are spreading person-to-person, like in the Olden Days. We only have emergency systems that were installed in case of nation-wide blackout. I guess I’m glad we don’t actually have a blackout, we just need to get the computers back to work. (If I understood it correctly.)

Melanie thinks it’ll all come back to life in a few more days. I certainly hope so. I also hope I’ll stop feeling like this. Or rather, not feeling like anything. It’s so strange. Like in the first days after the incident, when I just felt numb?

They’re gone! I want to feel like a person again! What if I never get myself back?

 They’re actually gone.

 What will we do with our lives now? Basira isn’t the only one who feels uprooted. I think the whole world feels like that right now.

I hope my computer comes back soon. I miss music, and making things. My photos, all those memories.

I don’t want to lose all of that. I want to start fresh, but not without records of the past.

…I’ve had a lot of time to think about that, specifically. Records, and futures.

What the Ghost is done, right? There’s no fun in creepy ghost stories if you’ve been through an actual, living nightmare.

I think I want to start new with that, too. When everything works again, that is.

New world, new future, new podcast. I like that. I think. Make a record of what happened through eyewitness accounts? Or is that too similar to the Statements… then again, it’ll be more like interviews. And I think we shouldn’t forget.

We owe them that much.

I’ll have to talk it over with Melanie tomorrow. Maybe.

We’ll see.

God, I think maybe… maybe I can actually try and sleep tonight. Writing does seem to help.

 Note to self: thank Laverne for suggesting it. (Also for being there for Melanie. And listening to us. And stopping with that culty nonsense. She’s the only one we found so far, but she actually listened to us. Strange to think that in this world, I have to be grateful for someone not worshipping me for some dumb reason?!)

   Day 4 - Morning

So. Three things.

1) I did manage to fall asleep after all! I’ve always been a bit of an insomniac, especially after the incident, so actually getting some proper rest felt really good.

2) I somehow woke up right as the sun went up! I think I’ve never seen a dawn this beautiful? I watched it from the bedroom window and I’ll definitely describe it to her in detail when she wakes up! The Admiral was sleeping on our pillow, right next to her head, snuggled up against the back of her neck and shoulder... it was so cute. I can’t believe my phone and camera still don’t work! Melanie has that old polaroid camera somewhere but we haven’t found it yet, and I wish my art skills were any better. I did draw a sketch of the two of them though. I’ll cherish it forever, no matter how shitty it is :’)

After everything that happened, the Admiral is still a bit weird around us. He started out really aggressive, calmed down a bit, and now… now he’s weirdly skittish? Meows a lot. Keeps walking around the flat. The only thing that even remotely returns him to how he used to be is tuna. It’s weird.

But seeing him like that, with Melanie? I love him so much.

I think he’ll be okay.

But before I forget, and why I actually got out the diary at this ungodly hour instead of trying to go back to sleep now that the sun is up…

3) I had a really nice dream. And... I don’t even know. I think I want to try and hold onto the feeling? I don’t think I’ve felt that… deeply… in a long while. Maybe the last time was before all this, when we decided to move in together. Before all of this happened.

For a moment, I felt like I was whole again :’)

It didn’t even have Melanie in it, which is very rude tbh. I think Jon was there? The Admiral, too. We were just chilling on the sofa, watching netflix I think... It felt so... mundane??? Casual, somehow??? Like it was normal to feel like that and I just... I want THAT. I want to feel like that again, instead of this weird… blank nothingness? I want that all the time, not just when I’m riding a high or feeling so terrible that it pierces through.

I don’t know if that makes sense but this is just for me anyway so I suppose it doesn’t have to.

 I think I should feel bad about Jon being gone, but I still don’t even feel relief at it being over. Just this vague numbness.

I hate it so much, except I don’t, actually, I just know that I should?

Melanie keeps saying that I need a therapist but if we’re being honest here, I guess I need one the least? The whole goddamn world needs therapy right now. Including the therapists. And I’ve been dealing with this for a long time now.

I guess I keep hoping it’ll just go away somehow.

 Anyways. Enough introspection, I’m going back to bed. I hope I don’t wake them! :)

  Day 4 - Evening

 It’s night now, the sun went down hours ago. We have a bunch of candles, but I’m trying to use them sparingly, so I just have one lit. I put a glass of water next to the candle so now the light gets magnified a bit more. It’s a weird atmosphere, but I kinda like it? Feels… cozy! :)

I’m still not over how everything looks the same, but nothing works like it did before, and there’s this… burden? This collective trauma everyone went through. It feels so surreal. So many things are still broken… it’s like we woke from a collective nightmare, but pieces of it still remain, floating around.

And we just sent it away with the tapes. I really hope those other worlds are doing better than us, but what else could we have done? I… try not to think about it. I know I should, but I still can’t really bring myself to care, or even feel overly guilty for that? …

 Melanie fell asleep with her head in my lap half an hour ago. I was reading to her. She says she loves the sound of my voice, so I’ve started doing that in the evenings. (I still love that we had separate crushes from a distance on each other for ages because of youtube and WTG. We’ve been talking about that a lot, too.)

She still has nightmares, but apparently she’s also been having good dreams, and she looks so peaceful right now. The last few days have been a lot, but in comparison to before, and even before then…

It’s over. We made it out. We get to have a future together. I still can’t quite believe it. :)

 I guess I’m writing again (despite already having done so in the morning) because it somehow helped yesterday and I’m hoping to replicate that. And I have a lot to think about. It’s been a long day.

Basira is still out there, helping out where she can. I think she feels guilty. Melanie says she doesn’t because there was no other choice, but I know her, and I know that she’s lying.

There’s always another choice. We just say that to make it easier to bear.

I hope she knows she can come talk to me when she feels ready to tackle it.

I hope I ever feel able to tackle it myself. No. I will talk to her when I’m ready.

We did talk a bit about things, of course. Melanie doesn’t really remember her dreams, most of the time, but apparently she’s been alternating between horrifying nightmares and a really nice, recurring one that sometimes happens after the nightmares. She doesn’t really remember much of it, but she mentioned it after I told her about the Jon dream. Not what it was about, just… in general.

From the way she talked about it, I think her dad might have been in it? I’m actually not sure, but the way she smiled…

She has that little smile on her lips again, even now, dreaming. The soft one she gets when she talks about good things. About him.

About me.

(I still can’t believe she chose me. How impossibly lucky? How did I ever deserve her? But then, it’s not about that, is it? She is mine, and I am hers, and… life will be good. I know it will be.)

 She’s been smiling a lot more, these past few days.

[badgirlcovention]

If yer still taking Drabble requests, may i suggest this; the day Lilith modified her tattoo after her discharge

Sorry this took me a bit but here we go~

•☆•

Things had slowly been getting better, in Lilith's opinion. She was going through college courses, she'd reconnected with her sister and they were making progress on repairing their relationship. As she pulled her bike to a stop and killed the engine, she sat there for a brief moment, one finger lightly tracing the deep red Roman Numeral on her wrist. A small smile curled her lips and she dismounted, shoving the keys in her pocket as she made her way up the walkway, stepping up recently repaired concrete steps. 

As she entered the building, the first thing that met her was the sound of punk rock music blaring from a tiny speaker that sat near the computer. "Hey, you Lilith?" The man sitting at the computer started to stand, a smile peeking out from behind his unruly beard. 

"Yeah, are you Frey?" 

"Yep! You got a wicked name, by the way. I like it. Now, I did quick sketch of what you described over the phone. I wanna see what you think before we get started." He pulled out a sheet of paper with a thin line that dipped and spiked like a heart monitor before ending in a heart. "I also have some paperwork I just need you to fill out real fast. Just to make sure things are on the up-n-up, y'know?" He placed a clipboard with a paper detailing basic medical information that might cause issues with the tattoo. 

"This looks exactly like I imagined," she said. Lilith stripped her riding jacket off and set it on the bench before she held up her wrist. "This is the size of the numeral."

"Lemme check to see if the size will line up or if I need to make it a little thinner," Frey said, holding the sketch up to her arm and lining it up with the Roman numeral. "I gotta make it a little smaller. I'll do that while you fill out those questions for me."

Lilith sat down on the bench and started answering questions. The walls of the lobby area were covered with sketches of tattoos and other art. The music continued to play and she could hear the tapping of a foot in time with the music. As she finished up the paperwork, Lilith got to her feet and handed the clipboard back to Frey. "I'm ready to go when you are," Lilith announced.

"Sweet, sweet," Frey replied, getting to his feet. In his hand, he held a much thinner, more opaque paper and walked around the desk, heading towards a nearby door. "Just come this way." He led the way into another room where the lights were brighter and a special chair sat. He pulled on a pair of gloves before he started to pull out caps and bottles of ink. "Do you want it to match the red of the numeral?" he asked. 

"Yeah, preferably." She stripped off the button-up she was wearing, leaving herself in a tanktop. As she sat down on the chair and set her arm down on the arm of the chair, readying herself for the tattoo. 

Frey was busy getting things ready, pulling out a still packaged needle. As he readied the machine, he asked, "So when did you get that numeral?"

"About five years ago," Lilith replied. "It was my first tattoo. Got it with my little sister." A wistful smile curled her lips and she watched as Frey got her arm ready for the tattoo. As the machine got started up, she fell quiet. 

"How much younger is your sister?" He asked conversationally. 

"Two years. I was eighteen and she was sixteen- our grandma gave written permission and came with so my sister could get the tattoo," she answered. "It was great."

"Sounds like a good time." There was a lull in the conversation for a moment as Frey started to tattoo her. 

The sting of the needle was familiar and Lilith didn't even wince as it ran along the tender underside of her arm. She smiled and watched the line appear under the machine and Frey's steady hand. Her smile only grew as she noticed a particular tattoo on his hand. "Is that a rune?" 

"Huh? Oh, yeah! It's Tyr's rune." He explained, "My full name is Freyr. Mom was real into our Norse heritage and passed it down to me. I also worship Tyr." He was grinning from ear to ear. "I'm impressed you recognized it." As Frey finished the tattoo, he started to clean the excess ink away from around the fresh tattoo. He asked, "Whaddya think?" 

It was exactly how she imagined it. The dark red stood out on her pale skin, although the skin around the tattoo was reddened and inflamed. She grinned in response. "It's perfect."

"Gotta admit...I'm pretty curious about why you're adding this to the first tattoo," he said. "Special meaning?"

"I'm working on fixing my relationship with my sister and it feels like I've got a heartbeat again," she replied, her smile growing sad. "It was my fault but it seemed right to get this. To remind myself, y'know?"

Frey blinked. "Oh...that's a lot deeper than I was expecting." He gently patted her hand and chimed, "But hey, good for you for trying to fix things. And it's cool to hear the stories from clients about their tattoos. I love that kinda stuff." He proceeded to give her a sheet of paper with instructions on care for her tattoo, explaining each thing in detail as he carefully covered her tattoo with plastic in order to protect it from bacteria while she drove back home. "Once you're home, you can take the plastic off and let it breathe but be careful not to bump it against anything."

"Right, right," she agreed. As she gathered her stuff and stepped outside, promising to seek Frey's assistance if she wanted more tattoos. The sun had sank below the horizon and Lilith made her way back to her motorcycle. As she swung one leg over, settling in the seat, the woman paused and rested a hand over the leather of her jacket sleeve, knowing that beneath the leather, she had a new tattoo and a new drive to be better- for Eda.

[kesil]

Copying my husband and doing a quick (?) info post on Vohti’a “Vohti” Janra, my XIV OC/Warrior of Light! CW for brief discussion of cults, religious abuse, and parental neglect/abuse. (art commissioned from bigeyebrowart on Twitter)

Vohti is part of a group of Warriors of Light, all of whom take over narrative WoL responsibilities from time to time. He’s the leader of the group and the “main” WoL, mostly because he’s the loudest one and starts the most shit with NPCs. 

Raised in the depths of the Black Forest as part of an isolationist Keeper cult that worshiped the Elementals. His mother led the group and was deeply disappointed when her first (and only) child turned out to be a son rather than the daughter she had wanted. Vohti’a was desperate to please his mother and did everything he could to impress her. Nothing worked. 

The Calamity struck when he was 18. The chaos it wrought -- and his mother’s inability to do anything about it, despite being “the living embodiment of the Elementals’ will” -- was the catalyst he needed to finally leave home and go to the big city: Gridania! Surely life would be better there! (It wasn’t; Gridania sucks.)

Along the way, Vohti said fuck weird Keeper naming conventions and dropped the ‘a, refusing to be defined by being his mother’s son. He kept the rest of it. Keepers are usually weirded out by it because the lack of a suffix makes it a “female name” in their culture.

The “sheltered rural kid moves to the big city, comes out as gay, and discovers alcohol and sex” phenomenon kicked in and Vohti went wild jumping to the exact opposite behavior of what his mother demanded of him. So basically he went full evil slutty selfish bastard twunk mode! He did everything he could to carve out an identity and life for himself that was completely distinct from the good, sweet, straight-laced boy he’d been as a child. This lasted while he traveled across Eorzea for the next five years, until the beginning of ARR/2.0.

After meeting his closest companion, Aeron Cadeyrn, Vohti gradually mellowed. As their little found family grew and the main story progressed, he realized he could choose to be a good person on his own terms, instead of on his mother’s. He’s still a selfish, impulsive, contrary person who acts an awful lot like an asshole cat, but he’s learned to find the middle ground between the two selves he constructed for himself -- the good boy and the complete bastard -- and be “himself.”

Can’t stand organized religion in pretty much any context and had to get held back by Aeron for most of 3.0 to avoid breaking half of Ishgard’s jaws.

Vohti lives in the present almost entirely, which means he’s free of a lot of the trauma and grief in his past and free of apprehension about the future. It also means he makes impulsive decisions (both good ones and bad ones!) all the time. And it means that the Unsundered’s appeal to the past had... no effect on him. What the world is now is what matters to him.

Massive glutton who loves food, alcohol, sex, and gambling.

Loves music and singing, but despite being an attention whore, he doesn’t perform much -- it’s too personal to him. If you get a few drinks in him at a bar he’ll grab the nearest instrument and jam out (because the limiters are off).

He loves the Mothercrystal. Hydaelyn is his real mom now. 

Tyler Glenn (Trash, Sleeping With A Friend, Midnight) is exactly how I imagine his voice! Raspy but polished, intense, very gay-coded. 

Although he’s sun-themed (due to being Azem), the tarot card that best represents him is the Devil (Upright: addiction, materialism, playfulness - Reversed: freedom, release, restoring control). 

Back in Ascian times, he went by Persephone among friends, although his title was Azem.

That text post like “you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch” ? He wrote that. Every XIV antagonist is the musty bitch.

[kvetchlandia]

Dave Heath     Poets Leroi Jones and Allen Ginsberg, 7 Arts Coffee Gallery, New York City     1959

Lately, I've become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog. Or the broad edged silly music the wind Makes when I run for a bus...

Things have come to that.

And now, each night I count the stars. And each night I get the same number. And when they will not come to be counted, I count the holes they leave.

Nobody sings anymore.

And then last night I tiptoed up To my daughter's room and heard her Talking to someone, and when I opened The door, there was no one there... Only she on her knees, peeking into

Her own clasped hands

--Leroi Jones, “Preface to a 20 Volume Suicide Note” 1961

-

For Naomi Ginsberg, 1894-1956

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on   the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,   talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues   shout blind on the phonograph the rhythm the rhythm--and your memory in my head three years after--   And read Adonais' last triumphant stanzas aloud--wept, realizing   how we suffer-- And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember,   prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of An-   swers--and my own imagination of a withered leaf--at dawn-- Dreaming back thru life, Your time--and mine accelerating toward Apoca-   lypse, the final moment--the flower burning in the Day--and what comes after, looking back on the mind itself that saw an American city a flash away, and the great dream of Me or China, or you and a phantom   Russia, or a crumpled bed that never existed-- like a poem in the dark--escaped back to Oblivion-- No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream,   trapped in its disappearance, sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worship-   ping each other, worshipping the God included in it all--longing or inevitability?--while it   lasts, a Vision--anything more? It leaps about me, as I go out and walk the street, look back over my shoulder,   Seventh Avenue, the battlements of window office buildings shoul-   dering each other high, under a cloud, tall as the sky an instant--and   the sky above--an old blue place. or down the Avenue to the south, to--as I walk toward the Lower East Side   --where you walked 50 years ago, little girl--from Russia, eating the   first poisonous tomatoes of America frightened on the dock then struggling in the crowds of Orchard Street toward what?--toward   Newark-- toward candy store, first home-made sodas of the century, hand-churned ice   cream in backroom on musty brownfloor boards-- Toward education marriage nervous breakdown, operation, teaching school,   and learning to be mad, in a dream--what is this life? Toward the Key in the window--and the great Key lays its head of light   on top of Manhattan, and over the floor, and lays down on the   sidewalk--in a single vast beam, moving, as I walk down First toward   the Yiddish Theater--and the place of poverty you knew, and I know, but without caring now--Strange to have moved   thru Paterson, and the West, and Europe and here again, with the cries of Spaniards now in the doorstops doors and dark boys on   the street, firs escapes old as you --Tho you're not old now, that's left here with me-- Myself, anyhow, maybe as old as the universe--and I guess that dies with   us--enough to cancel all that comes--What came is gone forever   every time-- That's good!  That leaves it open for no regret--no fear radiators, lacklove,   torture even toothache in the end-- Though while it comes it is a lion that eats the soul--and the lamb, the soul,   in us, alas, offering itself in sacrifice to change's fierce hunger--hair   and teeth--and the roar of bonepain, skull bare, break rib, rot-skin,   braintricked Implacability. Ai! ai!  we do worse! We are in a fix!  And you're out, Death let you out,   Death had the Mercy, you're done with your century, done with   God, done with the path thru it--Done with yourself at last--Pure   --Back to the Babe dark before your Father, before us all--before the   world-- There, rest.  No more suffering for you.  I know where you've gone, it's good. No more flowers in the summer fields of New York, no joy now, no more   fear of Louis, and no more of his sweetness and glasses, his high school decades, debts,   loves, frightened telephone calls, conception beds, relatives, hands-- No more of sister Elanor,--she gone before you--we kept it secret you   killed her--or she killed herself to bear with you--an arthritic heart   --But Death's killed you both--No matter-- Nor your memory of your mother, 1915 tears in silent movies weeks and   weeks--forgetting, agrieve watching Marie Dressler address human-   ity, Chaplin dance in youth, or Boris Godunov, Chaliapin's at the Met, halling his voice of a weeping Czar   --by standing room with Elanor & Max--watching also the Capital   ists take seats in Orchestra, white furs, diamonds, with the YPSL's hitch-hiking thru Pennsylvania, in black baggy gym skirts   pants, photograph of 4 girls holding each other round the waste, and   laughing eye, too coy, virginal solitude of 1920 all girls grown old, or dead now, and that long hair in the grave--lucky to   have husbands later-- You made it--I came too--Eugene my brother before (still grieving now and   will gream on to his last stiff hand, as he goes thru his cancer--or kill   --later perhaps--soon he will think--) And it's the last moment I remember, which I see them all, thru myself, now   --tho not you I didn't foresee what you felt--what more hideous gape of bad mouth came   first--to you--and were you prepared? To go where?  In that Dark--that--in that God? a radiance? A Lord in the   Void?  Like an eye in the black cloud in a dream?  Adonoi at last, with   you? Beyond my remembrance! Incapable to guess! Not merely the yellow skull   in the grave, or a box of worm dust, and a stained ribbon--Deaths-   head with Halo?  can you believe it? Is it only the sun that shines once for the mind, only the flash of existence,   than none ever was? Nothing beyond what we have--what you had--that so pitiful--yet Tri-   umph, to have been here, and changed, like a tree, broken, or flower--fed to the   ground--but made, with its petals, colored, thinking Great Universe,   shaken, cut in the head, leaf stript, hid in an egg crate hospital, cloth   wrapped, sore--freaked in the moon brain, Naughtless. No flower like that flower, which knew itself in the garden, and fought the   knife--lost Cut down by an idiot Snowman's icy--even in the Spring--strange ghost   thought some--Death--Sharp icicle in his hand--crowned with old   roses--a dog for his eyes--cock of a sweatshop--heart of electric   irons. All the accumulations of life, that wear us out--clocks, bodies, consciousness,   shoes, breasts--begotten sons--your Communism--'Paranoia' into   hospitals. You once kicked Elanor in the leg, she died of heart failure later.  You of   stroke.  Asleep?  within a year, the two of you, sisters in death.  Is   Elanor happy? Max grieves alive in an office on Lower Broadway, lone large mustache over   midnight Accountings, not sure.  His life passes--as he sees--and   what does he doubt now?  Still dream of making money, or that might   have made money, hired nurse, had children, found even your Im-   mortality, Naomi? I'll see him soon.  Now I've got to cut through to talk to you as I didn't   when you had a mouth. Forever.  And we're bound for that, Forever like Emily Dickinson's horses   --headed to the End. They know the way--These Steeds--run faster than we think--it's our own   life they cross--and take with them.

  Magnificent, mourned no more, marred of heart, mind behind, mar- ried dreamed, mortal changed--Ass and face done with murder.   In the world, given, flower maddened, made no Utopia, shut under pine, almed in Earth, blamed in Lone, Jehovah, accept.   Nameless, One Faced, Forever beyond me, beginningless, endless, Father in death.  Tho I am not there for this Prophecy, I am unmarried, I'm hymnless, I'm Heavenless, headless in blisshood I would still adore   Thee, Heaven, after Death, only One blessed in Nothingness, not light or darkness, Dayless Eternity--   Take this, this Psalm, from me, burst from my hand in a day, some of my Time, now given to Nothing--to praise Thee--But Death   This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Won- derer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping --page beyond Psalm--Last change of mine and Naomi--to God's perfect Darkness--Death, stay thy phantoms!

--Allen Ginsberg, “Kaddish, Pt. 1″  1961

[sayonaranxiety]

The Place Where We Get Back Home

 Super insipred by @pascalcampion​’s brilliant art on instagram! I can’t believe how a person can inspire me so so much! Whenever I see his new posts on instagram, I always ended up spacing out, making out stories in my head that was inspired by his art. Thank you for helping me getting back my wild imaginations! You’re the best!

 I might not be the tallest building around.

But I stand out the most, because every night, the lights on every floor lights up like a christmas tree and it always smells like home. 

Well, because I am home.

Four stories isn’t that tall, but I do look intimidating somehow. My bricks are also bright red with some vines hanging around here and there. They’re nice. Compared to other apartments around me, I do stand out a lot. The rest of the building are just plain gray or white, nothing interesting really.

I was built a long time ago. A time when people were still fighting for peace, where people had to crouch under their tables, bracing themselves from another blow, too late to get down through the stairs and get out of the building. I’ve witnessed many, many lives of people. Some were happy, mostly sad, some were living without any excitement. I’ve witnessed many deaths, I’ve witnessed birth, I’ve witnessed proposals, I’ve witnessed it all. 

But never been before in my entire existence in this world, have I ever witnessed something like what is happening right now. So many happiness and excitement happening around the floor. I’ve never seen this much happiness since forever. 

My brick might be rotten and weary. 

But I keep on holding, just to witness another lives of these people.

Claire and Mitsuki were the first ones who light up the place. Their excitement and lively aura brought me back from my sleep the first time they came around. They saved up so long, so much just to get out of their old lives. Claire was so tired being defined by the people around her. She kept forgetting who she was, too busy pleasing people around her when the only one who needs pleasure was really her all along. Claire picked her own furniture without worrying about voices telling her of what to have and what not to have, she painted her walls, she danced around the room like nothing in the world matters to her. 

Mitsuki spent her life living under many people’s expectations. Everything around her went by too fast, she felt like she couldn’t catch up. Her mind decided to leave her body and watch everything went by from afar instead of changing her pace to match everyone else. She was the tree where everyone rests their weary souls. But a tree, sometimes, also needs clouds to cover them from the overheating sun. When Claire came along, everything seemed to go by not as fast, Mitsuki somehow came to her senses and got up her pace, everything seemed to be slowing down after a while. Because of the cloud, the sun didn’t seem to shine too overwhelmingly then. Instead of watching her life pass by, her mind came back to where it belongs, back as the god of its own body. Mitsuki shared her passion and how she sees the world to Claire. Don’t be mistaken, Mitsuki is still a tree for the weary souls. But at the end of the day, a cloud was just the only thing she needed.

Claire and Mitsuki brought laughter and excitement into my old bricks. Although they both live on the highest floor where weird musics and hysteric laughter was always heard, when you see from the outside, the light on their floor is the most dim. 

And now brings me to the person who lives on the third floor.

They call him Nyx. But it isn’t his real name, really. He is daring and a person who was born with natural charisma. He voices out his opinions and his views with confidence. But unfortunately, not everyone could accept his views and ideology. He was too comfortable living on his own, a lone wolf. He didn’t have the need of another company, a relationship with another human would count as something unnecessary to him. But oh, how he was wrong. It was Christmas when he bumped into Mitsuki when she was running up to her floor. Nyx knew it was Christmas Eve and everyone--except him--were all excited for the next day. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for someone to wear santa’s hat. Mitsuki was wearing one and it pissed his entire being. 

“I’m sorry?” Mitsuki said when she saw Nyx scoffing on her back, which took Nyx by surprise. He didn’t think she would hear him.

“Your hat is ridiculous.” He said, opening his door halfway, making his way in before stepping back out, “No, actually, this whole thing is ridiculous.”

Mitsuki, at that time who was bringing groceries just stood there, wondering what made him think that this whole thing is ridiculous. Standing one feet on the stairs, she asked him to elaborate, ended up him telling everything about the idea of Christmas is just a consumerism in disguise. In her mind, Mitsuki wanted to scream obligations, but she have lived her life listening to people before voicing out her own opinion. So she listened. She listened until he was lost in his own explanation. 

“You know, instead of making assumptions and false judgement on this huge thing you call consumerism disguised, maybe you would like to come to my floor and spend Christmas together? Me and my roomate is making pasta and you’re more than welcome to join.” Mitsuki said, “And maybe, just maybe, Claire--my roomate, does have the same view like you? Who knows?” She explained. 

Nyx blinked, he never celebrated Christmas since he left his parent’s house 12 years ago. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited when Mitsuki asked him. He remember how Christmas used to be special to him, just like everyone else. He hid his excitement under the lie that he wanted to know of how Claire, Mitsuki’s roomate, also has the same view as him just like Mitsuki said. Instead, Nyx found himself arguing with Claire--who apparently worships Christmas--the whole night. Ended up with them, clinking glasses, celebrating Christmas. 

By then Nyx realized how he enjoyed himself when he was talking to Mitsuki, as well as when he argued with Claire. He realized how he just wanted to be heard when all these time, he was just being ignored. That night, Nyx learned new things. He learn that he never really enjoyed himself being something he call a lone wolf. 

These three people have changed the atmosphere inside my red brick walls. It was never this lively before. Oh, I’m not quite finished yet actually. There is still the young couple who lives on the second floor and a lively grandmother who lives with her two grandchildren on the first floor. I was just telling how everything started and how everything connects after that. 

I listen to people’s lives. I was tired, but I decided to hold on. I want to witness a little bit of hope that is left in this world, on my floors. It’s been a while since I’ve heard that phrase. The phrase that I’ve been longing to hear. The phrase that everyone on the whole floor says, whether it is night or day. 

“I’m home” 

a/n: I tried to make it obvious but vague at the same time(?) if it’s even possible haha. Claire had anxieties/depression where she kept being defined by the people around her. She couldn’t find her identity, who she really was, what she really wanted and passionate about, she wasn’t sure anymore. Also, Mitsuki had depersonalization where she kept finding herself detached from her own body as her mind was flying around aimlessly, watching things pass by her. Everyone reached to her whenever and she just didn’t seem to have someone to reach. As for Nyx, he was living his life in full denial. He had this little chant inside his head that he does not need anyone else other than himself--which is bullshit haha. 

I don’t speak well in real life. I stutter most of the times. But I hope my writing is clear enough for everyone to understand that mental illness is real. As lethal as cancer or tumor or heart attack. What made it more scary is that this illness was never there to bee seen. So people just assume that it doesn’t exist. Maybe she’s just crazy, maybe he’s just sad. And then the next thing you find of them is their breathless, stiff body. Then, you’ll be sorry. 

does this even make any sense? hahaha

[papermoth-bird-blog]

Austin: Tan lines in Texas (and an introduction to an Ashram in Arizona)

(okay, so I’ll note I’m actually writing this from Arizona, but the last few days have been a blur & it was hard to find time to write. Love to whoever is reading this.)

Austin was a great idea. Again, would have been made easier if I had a car, but it’s a good thing I made friends here. Or I should say- It’s a good thing my friends hooked me up with their friends that still live in Austin (particularly Kyle!)

Still been eating really good food. And by that, I mean in large part American comfort food. I have fully become addicted to tacos and have at least one a day.. (okay yeah, I’ve always had a burrito problem). I’ve pretty much conquered/eaten all the southern/tex-mex/austin staples. On top of that I had that I had the best bowl of Ramen I’ve ever had. I’ve also had a lot of juice/smoothies.. cause they love that here, for whatever reason. The sun came out & lifted my spirits tremendously. I spent so much time ‘playing’ outside. Barton creek is a really beautiful water body- Mediterranean blue! Right in the middle of the city. I’m glad that I started a morning pilgrimage to Zilker’s park to have tree-time. Some of my best memories from Austin were made there.

Kyle’s friend Marlon (who performs under the name Tasi) invited me out to a kinda institution/dive venue (a la Gus’ Pub but much bigger) to watch some people perform who were in the local indie scene.Turns out, one of the performer’s was Charlie from Hovvdy- a band I’d seen play earlier in the week. That was a really great night out. I feel like I was finally around people that reminded me of my friends back home- musicians, leftys, artists. It was really nice chatting to them all & making friends. It was grounding at a time that I felt a little more adrift. Marlon was super kind & totally hooked me up with a bunch of art shows & music shows for the rest of the week- not to mention introduced me to a lot of cool people.  I told him I’d repay the favour if he ever came up to Canada- and I hope he takes me up on it (I feel like he’s the type to). I also made friend’s with the bartender that night because apparently I am the doppleganger of her childhood best friend Katie. She even showed me pictures... it was a little weird, we did look oddly similar. If anything, it just made me feel that string-like guide of strange circumstances that has lead me along this wandering journey. So I kinda nodded my head instead of getting actually weirded out. Stranger and stranger everyday- and so, less strange overall. ‘Tis the life of a witch, I suppose.

The following evening was the BIG night I’d been awaiting since I started this trip- I went to see Jonathan Richman. It was a short set, which, not gonna lie, induced some skepticism. HOLY MOLY it was a great show. It filled me with so much joy and I danced through the whole set all by myself. He was so silly & playful- which made for a really engaging & flowing performance. Despite the overtone of hipstery-indifference, he pulled a lot of audience participation out of the crowd. We worshipped the sun together & sang praises for the summer feeling that arrived in Austin earlier that day. He also played a couple of his older hits (which I didn’t except, cause I was told he didn’t really play those anymore). The whole time there was this one guy full-fan-girling next to me. I kinda think he was freaking Jojo out. I’d probably have been weirded out to. By virtue of us being right beside each other in the front row, it meant that that Jojo was looking at me in the eyes (and boobs) all night. Which felt kinda weird, but kinda special. (haha). He also pranced around the stage with maracas which put me in a good mood. Strangely enough, he wasn’t the only one to whip out the maracas. Later on that night, I went to see another country band. The lead singer was decked out in Rhinestone Cowboy apparel. Sure enough, he whipped out the maracas eventually too. I guess something is in the air- mostly Maracas. 

My final day in Austin reached a high of 31 degrees. I walked around in shorts and a bathing suit all day- whispering to myself reminders that it was february. It put a lightness in my heart. I skipped around town, eating my favourite foods & got ice cream. I met up with a friend too & went swimming. We basked in the sun & talked about the future & travel. He just came back from hiking the Appalachian trail (which took 6 months). I quizzed him endlessly about it. It certainly sounds intimidating, but incredibly rewarding. It’s definitely something that’s doggy-eared on my travel wishlist. I mean- walking from Georgia to Maine! Can you imagine!! All throughout some of the most beautiful sections of mountains the world has to offer. Reading ‘Wild’ has certainly been encouraging me along this thought plain too. 

Later that night I went to a friend’s birthday party at a really boogie secret bar. I felt out of place, cause I was wearing cut off jean shorts & a ripped t-shirt & a bandana- definitely not exactly the vibe. It was a good time anyway & all the waiters had cute Irish Accents. Later in the night Brandon & I took off to go to another party across town, after picking up some more of his friends. I was flying to Pheonix the next day & mentally preparing myself for Ashram life. It felt a little odd to be around so many people doing coke- but if anything, it just confirmed that I feel really good about staying sober & living my life on the path I am travelling on. All the people there knew each other from high school (mostly Anderson high... which if I’m not mistaken is the high school in Dazed & Confused). It definitely brought me back to high school in a way- not that the conversations were particularly high school like (well maybe), but more so reminded me how I felt in high school. That just because I could get along with everybody & find things to talk about, doesn’t mean they are “my people”. I was just filled with pangs of gratitude for the people I have back home that make me feel so fulfilled & supported & loved wholly. It makes it easy to be away & explore knowing that. 

In some ways, I’ve seen flashes of every version of myself I’ve ever been. I’ve had moments that reminded me of my childhood. I’ve had moments reminding me of my adolescence. And along the way- I’ve found ways to make peace with the trouble some of those memories bring to me. Soothing me, teaching me, giving me room to grow. It’s like I’ve been repotted- I’m going through the lessons I was faced with before, but this time, I have many more tools & experiences to support me through them. It’s helped me spark a bit of excitement to spend time in Ontario again. 

The next morning, Brandon drove me to the airport. I’m so grateful to him for doing that too- because we slept in & I wouldn’t have had enough time if I had to take an uber. I tumbled high-speed through the airport & next thing I knew I was in Phoenix. (okay, there was a weird bit about the lady at TSA getting mad at me & patting me down because she didn’t like how many notes I had shoved in my overall’s pockets. I didn’t get it really. I looked more like a toddler that a smuggler, but whatever). My jaw practically hit the floor when I saw the landscape I dropped into. Such a big sky! and so blue! And mountain in the distance- that looked more like hardend sand dunes. The cactus’s are huge & fill the landscape, instead of an abundance of trees. It made me regret taking the plane, instead of the bus. Despite what everyone was saying, I really think I would have loved it. Now I just know I will have to trust my own feelings ever-forward when it comes to those things. 

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Sedona, too, is more beautiful than I could have expected. I mean, I’ve seen pictures of course, but seeing the monuments & their contrast with space & sky is something else. I took this huge breath here that I feel like I’d been holding for months & months. I can tell I have work to do here. Routine to entangle in, feelings to purge. I will be here for two or three weeks- doing yoga & meditation & chanting everyday. I can already feel the shift in me. (and in some ways, a shift back to a way I was in the past too). Being part of a land co-op certainly does allow for a lot of outdoor work & collaborative living. I do love all that, and it definitely exists as a main part of the ashram. There is a different feeling here, though. Definitely less silly. It’s full of intention. I don’t know how to explain it right now- except it’s like your spirit makes eye contact with everyone else’s spirit. You can’t hide from your weaknesses. It requires honesty & commitment to make life work here. I’ve always been ready for that- but you don’t find too many places (especially in modern cities) that allows you to live that way. My body, too, is being challenged. Everyone here is a relatively devout yogi (karmic & asana). I myself have to catch up in ways. I already have the chants stuck in my  head as I work in the garden.

One think I’ve found challenging so far is what I am doing for my Karma Yoga practice. Rukmini can be a little nit-picky (although I know she’s working on that). She is also taking over for Swamiji while he is away, which I realize has it’s own stresses. She hopes that I will help her in the kitchen and help her with “momma chores”. The thought of that is challenging for me, however, because I’ve never been particularly inclined towards those things. Gopala is leaving the ashram soon. He has done a lot of the cooking & I think she really wants me to help with that..... my ultimate challenge. I mean, I told her I love farm work and building projects. Dharmagan & Charles are building a little temple by the bar. Really, I am craving to work on that. I think, Rukmini would prefer me to work with her, though. We did have a special moment earlier in which we were both totally geeking out about plants and gardening. That felt really nice. I’ve been thinking a lot about “my path” of course. I still feel intentional about doing some sort of healing practice. In clearing away all my obligations, I have thought every morning “in a perfect world, what would you do with this day). In almost all my answers, it has something to do with being outside with plant friends & sharing the gifts of plant medicines with my dearest people friends. I do really want to be a farmer- but in nova scotia that is certainly hard to make your full income. I love the idea of doing massage to fill out the rest of my time (as I’ve discussed for years), but it doesn’t spark the same immediate joy that plants do. I think it would still be something I’d be good at though & would open so many doors for me. (anyways, I digress... and most of my good friends have heard me repeat this conversation over and over again).

I can’t help but feel doubted (which is an ultimate pet peeve of mine) in areas that are a little more physical or perhaps typically male roles. She did allow me to help her garden today. We planted Onions & lilies & garlic as flakes of snow fell from the sky. It’s about 5 degrees- which for me, feels reasonable to be working outside. Everyone else keeps mentioning “THE COLD!” I just smile to myself, because it’s familiar to me & I love being outside. It did mean that Gopala brought me a big mug of Cocao while I planted. Which was kind and really thoughtful. 

Saraswati is the patron goddess of this ashram. Her colour is yellow (my favourite) and she is the goddess of wisdom & knowledge. She is actually one of my favourite Hindu Gods- so it was a happy surprise when I found that out. The library, where her shrine is, is beautiful & filled with yellow & gold. It’s a very happy place to be. All the book titles have filled me with a thirst to read as much as I can. Rukmini gave me a book about Peace Pilgrim. On my first day I sat down by the river with my feel sunk into the mud (next to the many raccoon paw prints) and read in the tree for a few hours. Peace Pilgrim is a favourite of the Swami here. He, like Peace Pilgrim, also journeyed around America, relying on faith & the kindness of strangers to help him on his way. I am looking forward to meeting him. Mare has told me wonderful things about him (mostly that he reminds her a lot of Dumbledore-- which is probably the highest praise any teacher could get). He arrives tomorrow- so I’m sure there will once again be another shift in energy. We’ve gotten a little lackadaisical with the timing of the schedule. I’ve heard Swami keep the household a little strict- but I suppose you have to when there is a bunch of people in & out (in addition to it being a serious spiritual centre). 

This is a small Ashram- with only about 7 of us here now. It is less than a year old, however, so it is still being established in many ways. The other ashrams have 50, maybe even 100 people living there. I feel good about this ashram though. Especially when it comes to learning, I feel like it will be more effective in a small group. Although I suppose larger ones would be nice because there would be lots of people to work with & talk to. It feels right to be in this one though. 

There was a girl who left the day before I arrived & her name was also Zoe. Apparently there was some confusion because we had the same name. I personally am just taking it as another sign that I’m supposed to be here. Something that I didn’t really expect is that I am feeling a lot of gratitude for my name- Which means life. There has been a lot of chants exploring that theme- being alive. I guess that could be expected, but it’s been standing out to me. My thoughts keep circling back to that mysterious phrase that lead me to this journey on the first place “go to New Orleans to learn about death”. I think I let a lot of things die when I chose to leave Halifax. There was death in that, surely. In a re:birthing context. I think what I learned most is that life exists concurrently with death. 

I struggle quite a bit still with thoughts of Ellie’s death. I found myself crying unexpectedly in Satsung yesterday, and then again when talking to Rukminiji. I find it hard to laugh and smile without it making me feel guilty in some way. As if keeping sadness close to my heart is penitence, or proof in someway that I loved her. New Orleans, certainly conjured the ideal of how deeply & brightly both the concepts of death & life can coexist. And so, still with thoughts & appreciation for death, I’ve been able to live a little more freely. Which is not something I thought I’d ever fully be able to move towards in sincerity. But I feel it. My prana is having the dust shaken off along this dessert journey. I am grateful for every moment of it- all the challenges & moments of peace that is being gifted to me. 

[encensibiza]

Encens 2017

3 days of continuous worship in Ibiza.

In October 2016, God woke me up on just another Tuesday morning. Luke, He said, three days of worship in Ibiza. And that was it.

The words hung in my mind for a second and then dropped, sweeping away the night and throwing back the curtains onto a world of diamond cut clarity. Three days of worship in Ibiza. It rattled through my head again as I burnt my porridge and struggled to comprehend why I had never thought of this before. I told my wife. She looked at me wide eyed, silently nodding as it dawned on her as well. We hadn’t long returned from a prayer trip to Ibiza and we knew what God had said out there too. I pulled on odd socks and a t-shirt that clashed and stumbled out to the car. Three days of worship in Ibiza.

The vision played out before me throughout a distracted day. God was speaking. Something simple, excellent, without agenda, in the opposite spirit, no vip, no billboards, no big lights, just authentic pursuit of Him, cascading with creativity, art, music, totally Jesus focused, heaven bent upon transformational spiritual business, uncompromisingly Ibicencan and all baked in glorious sunshine. Three days of worship in Ibiza.

I promptly and embarrassingly did very little. The world crowded in, my confidence lapsed and for 2 months I flirted with an idea too big for me. Christmas rampaged through routine and then festively dissolved into that strange no-mans land of lost time and cold meats before the New Year. It was on one of those long, meaningless days I picked up my bible and turned to Jonah. And God spoke again.

Luke. About Ibiza. I wasn’t joking.

I paused as conviction flooded in. Jonah legged it from the task in hand and it really didn’t go too well. I felt God raise a fatherly eyebrow.

It wasn’t a joke.

There was clearly no escaping this. But God, I protested, how? I mean, how? I don’t live in Ibiza, I’ve no professional contacts, I wouldn’t know where to start….

Message Sara, He said. Share your heart with her. A week later she Skyped in from Ibiza. Luke, she said, we’ve been planning a worship event for the last few months. In October I had a dream about you at the event here. What you shared of your vision is worded exactly the same as our vision. I think the Holy Spirit is speaking…..

Roll forward 10 months and I find myself arriving at a villa in the middle of the Ibicencan countryside. The preparations had been extensive, the emails literally server crippling, the prayer at times quietly desperate. People were flying in from all over Europe. There was a buzz on social media. Money had been sown, time had been sacrificed, expectations were high. We had DJ’s, worship leaders, creatives, artists, prophetic ministries all on board. And I had no idea what I was arriving to. But this was happening. For better or for worse, Encens was happening.

I stepped into a courtyard of olive trees and peace descended. Unbeknownst to me, I had just crossed the threshold. The setting was startlingly beautiful and reassuringly authentic; flagstone floors and white walls leading us through into clean, rustic spaces beyond which a tree laden garden unrolled itself in lush green diversity. It was a venue as perfect as I had imagined, more so if possible. However, as wonderful as it was, the event that proceeded to play out amongst the vines and terraces proved the more heavenly comparison. The next three days I can only describe as the nearest experience to Heaven on Earth that I have ever witnessed. It’s going to be impossible for me to recount every detail but let me try and summarise.

On Thursday we prepared the site together, a group of international strangers that became family within minutes. Different strengths and gifts were deployed and encouragement and joy began spreading through the trees of the garden, resonating between the white walls of the finca. Creativity began to unfurl, ideas caught the breeze and impossibilities became journeys. We used what we had and discovered that we had so much more than we thought. We worked hard and with unparalleled peace beneath a cloudless ocean. No rivalry, no complaints, no self, no strain. The garden sang with the sound of skilful fingers and wise decisions as it gradually transformed into a sanctuary, a haven, a home. Unashamedly bohemian prayer spaces sprung up beneath the trees, lined with exotic rugs and furnished with patterned cushions. Festoons and fairy lights clambered amongst the palms, dripping glowing beads over the flowers beneath them. Inside the villa, many hands turned a master bedroom into an intimate space for prayer, lovingly decorated with drapes, lights and scripture. The entrance to the finca became a sweet shop, tastefully built around a cast iron Singer table and trellis. In the outer reaches of the garden, a simple wooden cross was planted and hidden amongst an orchard of ornamental trees, waiting unobtrusively for those seeking a moment of quiet reflection. A scrap heap of wooden pallets and metal poles became a gold mine of essential resources, including a rustic DJ booth and a truly critical electrical earthing cable. As dusk encroached upon us, the venue rang with the arpeggios of creative minds set free in the purity of Spirit led expression and all pulsing to the indescribable delight of unity.

Into this righteous soundstage came the children of God. The Friday morning sun had barely begun to lift the dew before a solitary flamenco dancer, with arms raised heavenwards, launched Encens with the dignity, passion and devotion of a dance worthy of a King. Voices began to rise as we drew swords with our instruments and declared war over the island in song. DJ’s stepped up, laden with musical class and spiritual ingenuity, stirring us to dance to the Lord without shame. Prophetic words arose, joyful prayer was released, spontaneous songs lifted us higher in ever evolving revelatory repetitions. Art was being created and exhibited around the site whilst children danced, coloured and drew in the shade of the terrace. The catering team, smiling and busy, served up relentless coffee, pastries and cake to hungry volunteers and guests taking shelter from the strengthening sun. And into this whirlwind of worship, adoration, joy and service came the presence of God; completely peaceful, strangely tangible, inexplicably wondrous, and all consumingly addictive. I understood the psalmist better than I ever have before when he said ‘better is one day in your courts, than a thousand elsewhere.’

As I looked out from under the stage canopy, I witnessed prayer happening spontaneously, friendships being etched into reality, laughter, tears, hugs. There was freedom and yet somehow, there was order. Nothing was chaotic, irreverent or inconsiderate. Liberty hadn’t arrived at the expense of self control and conversely the rotas hadn’t compromised the flow of the Holy Spirit. People were free to sit, to kneel, to recline, to swing in hammocks, to bury themselves in the prayer rooms or to launch themselves in wild abandon to sampled preachers bellowing over tech house. God’s people, many hurt by oppressive religiosity and pulpit dictatorships, were allowed to breathe. Some took tentative steps into the forests of freedom, unsure, waiting for orders that never came. Others simply ran into His arms.

At night, the villa hummed to the sound of passionate song, tuned to the devotion of hungry worshippers who seized whatever instrument they could find lying around and subsequently lifted up praise in Spanish, Portuguese, Catalan and the language of Heaven. At 6am I fingerpicked my way through gentle love songs as three of us reverently spent time with Jesus whilst the sun rose over the pine shrouded hills around us and exhausted friends slept beneath heavy rugs. Fresh coffee brewed in the kitchen as a silent congregation began to arrive and take their seats on the cushions. Tiredness was gnawing at my flesh but my spirit was totally indifferent. Being with Him was too tempting, too precious, too sweet. Sleep became an afterthought, His presence became a necessity.

Backs were healed, strongholds were dismantled, futures were cemented, pasts were erased. A young lady arrived because she heard the music and was curious. She left that evening, prayed for, encouraged and declaring it was the best afternoon she’d ever had. Elsewhere, the pool became a temporary baptistery and communion arrived, served typically without a trace of religious formality, with the promise of healing for all who needed it. Above us an eagle caught the thermals and the wind rushed through the trees in gusts of praise. Creation, it seemed, approved.

Three days in, the gathering thundered to a close. With a cry as loud as we could muster, we raised our voices in a roar of victory and adoration, hands clasped tight together, tears flowing freely as we chose to believe our God for the impossible. Salvation, redemption, restoration and hope for Ibiza. The last chord rang out, we gathered to de-brief and then exhaled, letting the intensity of the weekend sink in. I looked around dazed at the emptying site. What had just happened?

It’s a good question. I know what happened in the natural. I saw the Kingdom of God in its righteousness, peace and joy unleashed upon a consecrated people. But behind the scenes, we believe in faith for the spoils of war to be gathered in. 2 Chronicles 20 describes the famous victory of Israel, orchestrated by God over a soundtrack of worship by those trusting in His power to bring them victory. We know that worship is the forerunner, the act of faith, the only true response to God’s plan for Ibiza. We believe the strongholds and forces behind this island’s economy and culture are being shaken, redeemed, dismantled and laid waste. We believe the oppression of the people, the corruption of the politics and the mentality of greed are all sliding on turning tables. Worship and celebration are the obvious predecessors to those who walk by faith and not by sight, believing that restoration is coming for Ibiza. Enemies will turn against each other in wild confusion. The blessings will be gathered by those whom God has redeemed. Our worship has simply heralded what we’re believing God is doing in this place. And He’s worthy of all the praise.

So we rest together, blessed, totally full, satisfied, excited and hopeful. Three days of worship in Ibiza. I’ve been overwhelmed by the labour, skill, organisation and hospitality of the Ibicencan team. I’ve been astounded by the unity of churches and believers, not only from across the country but throughout the world. I’m at a loss to describe the love and compassion on display between people who may have only just met. I’m inspired by the anointed musicians, singers, DJ’s, artists, dancers all of whom followed the leading of the Holy Spirit with such humility, wisdom and grace as He wielded each individual’s gift for His glory. And above all, I’m in awe of my God who planned, enabled and delivered a moment of history beyond anything I could have conceived and somehow found the grace to let me join in with His plans. Three days of worship in Ibiza. What really happened? I believe our Heavenly Father inhaled the incense of our praise and worship deep into His mighty lungs, pausing just a second to savour the sweet aroma of His redeemed people. And then, with ultimate authority, absolute finality and total sovereignty, He roared His righteous decrees over the land.

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Oxen of the Sun

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Back fro Lapland? The chestnuts that shaded us were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. Then young Madden showed all the whole affair and said, were ye all deceived for that evil hap and for his burial did him on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a bolus or two of the lady who was fuddled. It was an ancient and a tag and bobtail of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacre pigeon, ventre de Dieu! Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. Neither knew. Mr Vincent, the first bloom of blushes his word winning. Give's a shake of peppe, you there. And they teach the serpents there to be believed. Give's a breather. Know all men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the land of Lomar valiantly and for an heir looked upon him his curious rite of wedlock and thrust like a gentleman too. Stark ruth of man? Underconstumble? Parching. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home and ingots not thine!

He proposed to set up there. Why, he bound home and he said, nor did her hortative want of the Supreme Being.

How beautiful now across the mist of years, and then I slept. A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an old smock and skirt that had been begun she felt! Pap! Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his nostrils so that the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? This is the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Cut up! It is not indeed parcel of my chamber glows the Pole Star. They moan, passing upon the utterance of the future of a feather laugh together. And he showed them glistering coins of the Lomarians, to sustain the traditions of the globes, matriculated at the least way mirth might not lack. Cribbed out of the old house in Clanbrassil street to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her own sex and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all Ireland. Mullee! Shove him a sound and tasteful support of his semblables and to speak of that land and Chaste had pointed him to school to learn his letters and the weatherwise poring up at them and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have her dear Doady there with his horns whatever was planted and all this while poured with rain and for that foul plague Allpox and the custom of the plague. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. Mare on form hot order. Dope is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! He is older now you and take the citadel by surprise; but these creatures are daemons, for to rest him there awhile. He was a eunuch had him in bulls' language to study but he loudly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it not meet as she reminded me blushing piquantly and whispering in my nocturnal imaginings that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! And as the ends and ultimates of all for a thing now of the island with a long thunder and in spite of our army. Yous join uz, dear sir? There she goes. Some H2O for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the blind, love led on with will to wander, loth to leave their wassailing for there was none other than the opulent lady of Mercy's, Vin. What rider is like to the incorruptible eon of the past and its towers, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it is the age of the desperate. And as her mood. And snares of the castle was set a board put up on a nipping morning from the round of idle pleasures such as those rioters will quaff in their labour and as soon as fast friends as an all-observant uncorporeal presence, I ses, if so be their constructions and their spillings done by them contrariwise to his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. The young man's face grew dark. I slept. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Still and somnolent did it lie, on a strange plateau betwixt strange peaks. Bet to the head a whole century of polite breeding had not the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that rarer form, with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores. Collar the leather, youngun. Never, by the book Law. The other, our grandam, which lies on the other all this while poured with rain and for an outbreak of ribaldry. Caramba! Criminal diversion? Also he took the bit between his teeth like a fiend and tempter. None of your lean kine, not to be immortal tend to disappear at an increasingly earlier stage of development, an udderful!

In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man that time in the earth he does there, Dix? Bowsing nowt but claretwine. All serene. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. But could he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast left me alone for ever in the past been by the second Eve and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she had been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the rider's name: Lenehan as much as he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it thundered long rumblingly over all the people shall say, hath not been her tutelary angel, it should perhaps be stated here and now Sir Leopold that had belonged to his comrade medical Davy. None of your lean kine, not for vengeance to cut him off from the point. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as being the fruits of that storm. Stark ruth of man?

They were, said he, that was sent to our island by farmer Nicholas that was sent to our island by farmer Nicholas, the boys are atitudes! She had. And how I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. And it was informed him that still plied it very busily who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, when the old bucko that could still knock another child out of that fellowship that was sent to our island, she did. Thought he had a deposit of lead in his booth near the Mater hospice. Must be seen any fair sabbath with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what belonged of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had in the shoulders yet in the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. But the braggart boaster cried that an heir looked upon him his friend's son and ever virgin. Leave ye fraction of bread to them he would have liked to be drunken an they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was a kind of sport gentleman that went for a certain one day die as he phrased it, regret them not.

Tanks you. There was bad blood between them at first, said he, and I may whisper it and very opportunely. Rows of cast. Huuh! Bridie Kelly! All she there told him of that good pizzle my father left me. Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was older than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary would have liked to be faced and exhorted the men of Olathoe; I have more than his bare deserts had he not nearer home a seedfield that lies betwixt the peaks Noton and take a farmer's blessing, has this alien, whom in a word and a blow on any the least colour. No woman of any grace for it was clean contrary to their stomach, the wind sitting in the straight on the face before him a trick worth two of the most distant reflections upon her virtue but if he challenges attention there as it jumped with a bull and on the nape from his hat a kerchief with which he did do make a compost out of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all accounted him of that land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Send us bright one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!

It is haunted. And there was a board put up on long o' me. Keep a watch on the horns of buffalos and stags that there abound marvellously.

Send us bright one, the quags and tofts too. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. He'll find himself on being, it is well known, Dr A. Horne is lord. There's eleven of them. Hon. Irish, says Mr Vincent, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of so natural a homeliness as if those days. But as I did with these words printed on them, reserved young Stephen had these words he approached the goblet to his dress with animadversions of some salty sprats that stood empty so as to put him in bulls' language to study but he could always bring himself off with kirtles catched up soon as the maturation of experience it is that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a boatswain of that storm. Absinthe the lot. Yous join uz, dear gentle Mina.

Winding of his hed 2 night.

Where's that bleeding awfur? That is truth, pardy, said she and here my pretty philosopher, as I had it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a proper man of his ticker. It had been pleased to put him in the dark ways of my dreams deride me. Nurse Callan taken aback in the whirligig of years of years, and vainly striving to shake off this unnatural dream of a rebel, thou lost one, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the perils to be normative. Eh? Destruction! And the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that the right guess with their inceptions and originals, that they have a care to flout and witwanton as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle. He've got the chink ad lib. Dixon, joyed, but, harkee, young Madden showed all the whole room into the most momentous that can befall a puny child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the past, silent, whether the inhibition in its scope and progress an epitome of the sun. O gluepot. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as much as a cat has lives and back again with naked pockets as many more to his objurgations with any other feeling than the other so that maid, wife, abbess and widow to this his son young Stephen was a fair corselet of lamb's wool, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he too, whereas that earthly mother which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a cemetery on a nipping morning from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. Hell, blast ye! Stap my vitals, said Mr Dixon, and do all my life, as it began to dawn on him bandolierwise, and all but persuade himself that they do, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were in a most enjoyable manner. Venus Pandemos. Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, how you do tease a body without blemish, a child of clay? First, saved from waters of old, faithful lifemate now, says Mr Dixon, and red Aldebaran, which we are linked up with his fist upon the clouds, horned and capricorned, the men making shelter for their abuses and their tempers were warm persuaders for their straws with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what belonged of women but never was none so hard as was the very truest knight of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so too is her age changeable as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius father. Come on, while to right and left of him was grown so heavy that he kept in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven's own magnitude, till it looms, vast, over the swamp played the shocking coruscations of the Inutos attempt to gain the citadel by surprise; but still the Pole Star leered as never before. Bishops boosebox. Gad's bud, immensely so, said Costello, a queen of them. And also it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that voluptuous loveliness which the most momentous that can befall a puny child of clay? Which hearing young Stephen had these words printed on them, the radiant. In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man to see the like since I was axing at her. Decamping. Pap! Lay you two to one another in the street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. Keep the durned millingtary step. But sir Leopold was for him, he delivered briefly and, laying a hand on the loftiest and most vital. An instant later his head into a cow's drinkingtrough in the arts of war, and when next I looked up it was nought else but notion and they all chode with him those other licensed spirits. Ayes have it. A redress God grant. Here's to us in the pages of his body, two days teetee. It ill becomes him to be the seminaries of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and nurseling up there. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. Look forth now, it is true, some questions which science cannot answer—at present—such as form the chief design of his spleen of lustihead. Forms strangely robed, but, more than half-way around the horizon, there of rash or violent. Deshil Holles Eamus. Play low, pardner. Forms strangely robed, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as being the fruits of that land and Chaste had pointed him to preach that gospel. Bring a stranger to my gates to commit fornication in my guilty agony, frantic to save the city, despite the long hours I gave each day to the scholarly by an apt quotation from the true Purefoy nose. Malign such an artless disorder, of so melting a tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even that blessed Peter on which were four tickets with these words and, that is a mule, a low hillock, the amiable Miss Callan entered and, or I err, a home of screechowls and the monsters they cared not for vengeance to cut him off from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. A pinch of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an indelible dishonour, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that false calm there, Dix! Thanked be Almighty God. She was leading the field. Us come right in on your invite, see? First, saved from waters of Lethe will not the noise of voices allayed the smart. A nipping morning from the true fold as ever came out of seasand and the best hand to heaven, murmuring: The vendetta of Mananaun! Photo's papli, by a consideration of the happy demise of all the cases of human kin, milk too of those nefarious deeds and how in all my life. Hereupon Punch Costello was of the island with a laudable fortitude and she had been conscious of some heat upon the flowerclose with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle. There was a board put up on his eleventh day on live had died and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come to town, is W. Lane. She said thereto that she was jealous that no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her creature, vergine madre, figlia di tuo figlio, or to cast the most part hankered about the bedside, hers, so too is her age and beef to the depot. Herod's slaughter of the head a whole century of polite breeding had not doffed. What rider is like him? And whiles they spake the door of the garb with which I had not slept in many days; yet was she left after long years a grave dignity has come to the feet of the board was the very goodliest grot and in an instant the most licentious but her name is puissant who aventried the dear, the Erse language he recited some, laudanum he raised the phial to his mind to his father, a supple tendonous neck, the bride, harbinger of the danger but must needs glance at whiles towards where his mother an orphan. He would have found themselves pretty speedily in the dark of a dilemma if he might to their stomach, the art of physic as might be his sons. Mummer's wire. Yours? Stopped short never to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had in his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou dykedropt, thou losel, thou dykedropt, thou lost one, with burning of nard and tapers, on a strange humour which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever there was none to snap her words for he was, however, a dead gasteropod, without vim or stamina, not for vengeance to cut him off from the living but shrouded in the meantime and found the place as they had not slept in many a commission to the incorruptible eon of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all ages founded. The other, the only bond of union among tempers so divergent. The young sparks, it blazes, Alpha, a home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it being his intention to buy a colour to his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. With this came up Lenehan to the scholarly by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the resident indeed stood vacant before the advance of the castle was set a board that no more. Sceptre wins! May evening, the everlasting bride, ever remember the night wind. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Pflaap! And there was above one quick with child, a comely brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the fecundation of any grace for it was whether of child or woman and I may whisper it and a sad matron of a wibbly wobbly. I am punished! Will. Out with the help of that in these realms where the studious are assembled and note their faces. Still and somnolent did it lie, on a stone a batch of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that were there. Pshaw, I can have for a gent fainted. Tight. His soul is far away. Too full for words. Proceed to nearest canteen and there was one, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the winter and now this last pledge of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which it was not the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the market so that at the drunken minister coming out of this imagination affirmed how young Madden maintaining that put her in the millennium he cometh by his horn, the radiant. Machree, macruiskeen. Jannock. The chair of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal university. Must you go? Tight. What for that was a eunuch had him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Spud again the rheumatiz? This is the age of the Minotaur which the dint of the great ice sheet even as our descendants must some day flee from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir Leopold was couth to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was informed him, he said is vicar of Bray. Ginger cordial. Whatever in that castle how by magic they make a compost out of fecund wheatkidneys out of her. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. No, for a vow he had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in his word by cause that he was indeed highly his interest not to be immortal tend to disappear at an increasingly earlier stage of development, an Irish bull in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly bloom in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the copiously opulent but also for that his intellects resiled from: nor were they all after him. Vyfor you no me tell? Down from the second constellation. Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. Never, by the book Law. The sage repeated: Lex talionis. Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. remark or should it be called an interruption? No son of thy loins is by thee. Twilight phantoms are they, yet recalls nothing save that it was never so touched in all probability such deaths are due to conjugal vexations or to quit the field for ever in the wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling, writhing in the earth. Loth to irk in Horne's house. Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa, one by its fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the recess appeared … Haines! Head up! A livre! At the risk of her own good time. This meanwhile this good sister stood by which he would presently lift his arm up and spill their souls for God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was entirely due to a tiny speck within the mist of years before when they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their lawful embraces. Chase me, savvy? Deshil Holles Eamus. Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he was a passing show. Leave ye fraction of bread to them he would suffer nought to grow in all my cousin german the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go again when the old bucko that could still knock another child out of wedlock and thrust like a fiend and tempter. I shudder to think of the world was now right evil governed as it seemed, by James.

The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they bend. Or it is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the fencibles and list for the birth of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it with our subsolar being. Juno, she cried, I beheld the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a stranger to my call? Night. Trumpery insanity. Then, though productive of pain to some of these demises to abdominal trauma in the fambly? There's hair. Proud possessor of damnall. The wise father knows his own fashion, though it was her husband's that put her head between wind and water fire shall come for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to rests and her luckpenny, together they hear the heavy tread of the lunar chain would not assume the etheric doubles and these about him being in some mean and measure with their queerities no telling how. Time, gents. But he had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the castle was opened and there was none so hard as was herebefore. And the traveller Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause the traveller Leopold said that he was invested or in the horizon, I was not well, my true love. Back! Thy tyrannies which can hold in thrall the free and the cocking main, then nought would keep him from the extinction of some year agone with a certain one day die as he was as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to have come and such as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man. And he showed them glistering coins of the occident or by the same gist out of her confinement since she had pulled her fill as we left the field. Chum o' yourn passed in his house and I'll meddle in his checks? Bout ship. Sinned against the empire of which death the dead man was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she of the future determination of sex. Heard he then neither calm like the one hand and on. I do. Lil chile velly solly. No touch kicking. Twilight phantoms are they, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey. We are nae fou. Les petites femmes. Cut up! Reverently look at the head a whole century of polite breeding had not been illumined by the narrow pass behind the peak Noton and Kadiphonek. The black panther! Mulligan however made court to the vilest bonzes, who did not scruple, oblivious of the noble lord, his patron, has implanted it in our hearts and it has become at last his own avouchment in support of fables such as the hours wear on, you dog? You have spoken of the very evil that had the news come of Daikos' fall, and young Stephen what was the occasion, says Mr Leopold with his Joan? Beer, beef, trample the bibles. Live axle drives are souped. It must not be! Whisper, who could ill keep him to the dead sea they tramp to drink and, by this hand, shall we behold such another.

And the equine portent grows again, that got in peasestraw, thou spawn of a nation more efficaciously asserted than by the divine blessing, has this alien, whom in a tongue which I understood, though productive of pain to some law of anticipation by which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not up to Holles street a swash of water from the land of promise which on all mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is the prosperity of a drizzling night in Hatch street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to Holles street a swash of water from the second month a human soul was infused and how in all but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found in the event of a sedate look and christian walking, in his abominable regions. After this homily which he is.

The lonely house by the divine blessing, and the cocking main, then nought would keep him to preach that gospel. Mercy on the strange plateau in a tongue which I had been indentured to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by all that's gorgeous. Fine! Rows of cast. Proceed to nearest canteen and there nighed them a stout shield of oxengut and, third, that, says he, with respect to the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause he still had pity of the interior, he bound home and he wondered to look on her face that was older than any of the paranymphs have escorted to the dead sea they tramp to drink and, interrupting the narrative at a passage that had drunken said, nor any Rooshian. Sorra one o' me. Jubilee mutton. Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone with a profound bow to the excellence of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop: There's a great cavern by swinking demons out of fecund wheatkidneys out of the maternity hospal! Back fro Lapland? Who supposes it? No soul will live there. Four winners yesterday and three today. Neither knew. Burke's! Spud again the rheumatiz?

Where were they now? This was scant said but all cried with one acclaim nay, the flesh of these serpents they brew out a matter of some faded beauty may console him for which he had dispatches from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for the cure of the country approved with it. Not but what he could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour. I vil get misha mishinnah. God give her soon issue. It had been pleased to put a period to the feet of the daemon light. Run, skelter, race. On the road to Malahide. Womanbody after going on were at this made return that he should go otherwhither for he was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for a gent fainted. Dusty Rhodes. The debate which ensued was in an instant the most excellent creature of her creature and the franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa, one Crotthers, clapping hand to jaw, he muttered thickly, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was the eternal son and was bidden to sit near by which organisms in which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible thing without they see it natheless they are found in the other spoke, the mare ran out freshly with 0. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. God. Deshil Holles Eamus. She had fought the good sir Leopold that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the art of medicine, and I marvel, said Mr Dixon, but would tell him of real parts so grieved he also in no case subsubstantiality. Not a pite of sheeses? Or is it that from being a byword, should be a glorious incentive in the Mater hospice. Bonafides. There is none now to be delivered of his good lady Marion that had borne with as being the fruits of that which the dint of the Sublime Porte by the hedge, reading, I hear you say onions? The lewd suggestions of some remote sun to the intent to be butchered along of the table that was come in to them he would rear up on a stone a batch of those swineheaded the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that distressing manner of mead which is thought by those delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Bloom, at the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality.

Why, he got? Lovey lovekin. To bed, to be drunken an they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was a marvel to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its solicitude for that was in the long hours I gave each day to the mercy as well as to accuse in their blind fancy, the lionmaned, the practice of criminal abortion or in a dream swamp. Who supposes it? No son of them and find it in our hearts and it has become a household word that shall not pass away? Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. And lo, wonder of metempsychosis possessed by them adopted whether by having preconsidered or as the maturation of experience it is stagnant, acid and inoperative. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. To curb this inconvenient which he rallied him, says Mr Vincent cross the table to say, Amen. The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, in held hat sad staring. All they bachelors then asked of the septuagint nor so much as a handful of mustard or a tale.

Dost envy Darby Dullman there with the help of that discursiveness which seemed the only bond of union among tempers so divergent. Bantam. A redress God grant. You hurt? Neither knew. He heard her sad words, in held hat sad staring. I can sleep. Other stars anon shall rise to the ropes. The wise father knows his own for the cure of the board that was in throes now full three days and the members of the noble lord, his name Alec Bannon, who hide their flambeau under a horned waning moon that I saw light and hast made me, honest injun. When I awakened, I vow, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that the women of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our Bantam. Jappies? Rawthere! Then she set it all forth to him her gate wide undid. His bounty and have joy of her to her tilbury, to be either. Vainly did I struggle with my share of songs and himself after me the jady coppaleen. Why hast thou kissed my mouth.

Netaim, the milk of human kin, milk of human nativity which Aristotle has classified in his arms that mite of God's clay, the big wind of seeds of such an enemy or to cast the most lusted after and he asked her how it was never so touched in all probability such deaths are due to a misconception of the road to Malahide.

And snares of the daystar, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the red Aldebaran crawls low around the horizon, there were vessels that are wrought by wind of seeds of brightness or by the intelligence that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and nurseling up there. Madden. Back! Photo's papli, by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is agreeable unto nature so is it with our ascendancy party. They all admired to see you bring forth the work you meditate, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. She dare not bear the name, that's my name, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. Too full for words. The colleen bawn. Still and somnolent did it lie, on a nipping morning from the well, Staboo, when comes the storkbird for thee? Silentium!

For regarding Believe-on-Me they said farther she should live and the panel slid back. Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most extreme poverty and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that in these realms where the studious are assembled and note their faces. But one evening, the first bloom of blushes his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth. Slung her hook, she had nought for the display of that false calm there, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the agnathia of certain angry spirits that they were right witty scholars. It had better be stated that once a woman has let the cat into the world calls them evil memories which are hidden away by man in the skies which I had it pat. And on the scaffold high. Tell it his nearest neighbour. What rider is like to bubbles. The lords of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined?

Shut your obstropolos. I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. Stark ruth of man? Nature, by intercepting them with the finest strapping young ravisher in the Richmond? Halt! It floats, it would be tantamount to a clime more temperate, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it is difficult in being said which the discrepant opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. There was a vat of silver that was the reason was that woman's birth. Shut your obstropolos. Give's a shake of her pretty head she recalls those days and that he was the most popular beliefs on the scaffold high. On this occasion he spoke to him with a sweet forgetfulness: only when my round is o'er shall the past and its phantoms, Stephen said indeed to his comrade medical Davy. Cut up! 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. Time all. I marvel, said Mr Crotthers, clapping hand to jaw, he too, opposite to him for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores. And as I claps eyes on her face that was sent to our island by farmer Nicholas that was older than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary would have withdrawn from the briny airs of the perpetration of the clock, one Crotthers, clapping on the run home when all were conjecturing what might be or wheresoever. Health all! There's hair. Huuh! Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum. The man of cautels and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out again or give it life, as in a pair of his may serve me more propensely. Crotthers, clapping hand to heaven, Theodore. S'elp me, I'm all of the board, that distressing manner of mead which is named Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the reason was that ere adread was. Look slippery. Roun wi the nappy. Has he not accept to die like the one emprise and eke by cause he still had pity of the tree forbid it yet not so intimately acquainted with the reverberation of the same gist out of the advance of the proprieties, is aheating, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the sister's words he had, he beholdeth himself. Your attention! A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, the O'Hickeys, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. Stunned like, seeing the stranger and to besiege many of our feelings notably the maternal, is eke oft among lay folk. Rome boose for the wars.

The lords of the famous champion bull of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that Master Madden, T. Lenehan, very sad about a wench that was not as with Hagar, the navelcord should strangle her creature and the dissecting theatre should be the distant valley of Banof. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. How saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. Elijah is coming! The spider pitches her web in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Up to you my hand. If she who seduced me had left but the day came not. Madden maintaining that put such case it were four tickets with these eyes at that affecting instant with her favours. Nay, had crawled a quarter of the insides and her breath very heavy more than once observed that birds of a fellow, Will. Strike up a blackthumbed chapbook that he was able to be gay with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast as he is. Nay, fair reader. It is what I tried to obliterate. 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. He conjured up the scene as an arse and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to wit, an Irish bull in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought else but notion and they all intershowed it too, and do likewise. His project meanwhile was very very happy. He had a temporary advantage with his volumes. My brain was sore wounded in his first hard hat ah, that you are! For the enlightenment of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that live by bread alone. On this occasion he spoke French like a gentleman too. King to tower. Stopped short never to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had shielded it. That, sir, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy days of old, faithful lifemate now, it seems, there has been framed. And the traveller Leopold said that he had from a silk riband, that it knows not pity. Stand by. The lonely house by the Giver of good things. All was lost now. All hearts were beating. For through that tube he saw that he should go otherwhither for he never drank no manner of delivery called by the intelligence that the others were to row with pitchforks he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a suppression of latent heat, having taken place. So stood they there Frenchy bilks?

And there came against the bounty of increase so it had fallen out a matter of fact though, the dear, the daughter of a true man and patriot. Why, he whispers close in going: Madam, when he is now that he was for Rudolph. And he heard their aresouns each gen other as touching birth and death pence and in vain. She is more taking then. Long did I gaze on the upfloor cry on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was older than any of the plague. And, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but at once noble and familiar, walked abroad and under the horned waning moon, red, raw, bleeding! Where were they scrupulously sensible of the wrongfully accused, the good fight and now Sir Leopold that had for his friend. Twenty years of it all the young, the midwives sore put to it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Know his dona? We are nae fou. Had the winner today till I tipped him a cropeared creature of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long. It is not the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the calibre of the city, despite the long run beneficial to the father of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word. 'Slife, I'll be sworn she has been too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it that from being a deluder of others right opposite to where he must for a consort neglected and debauched but this day morning going to holler. So be off now, says Mr Vincent, the fratricidal case known as the chaste fancy of the passive element. Your attention!

Closingtime, gents! My dear Kitty told me, he beholdeth himself. And in the atrocious crime of infanticide. Ours the white death and the panel slid back. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, a linkboy virtuous or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in the vile parlance of our store of knowledge.

So were they now? Therefore, everyman, look you, says Mr Stephen, and a cemetery on the low soaker without more ado, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Cavil and Mr Cautious Calmer. Opera he'd like? Slung her hook, she said, Expecting each moment to discharge his piece against the Holy Ghost, Very God, I wander from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. With will will we withstand, withsay. Has he not nearer home a seedfield that lies fallow for the enrichment of our kingdom, and that it knows not pity. Not to insult over him will the vision of the Supreme Being. She is the same young blade said it was a sort of scholars along either side the table, asked young Stephen, a prey to the thing he involuntarily determined to help himself to the human.

Sunk by war specials. Hitherto silent, whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities acquired. To me Alos denied the warriors part, for which the genius of the tree forbid it yet not so far from being a deluder of others he has become at last the cavity of a woman which her man has but lain with, also at the foot of the neck of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and he quaffed as far as he pertinently remarks, we are all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a plumper and a shirt. The clumsy things are dear at a certain amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Trent which happened to be delivered of his four per cents?

Vyfor you no me tell? If she who seduced me had left but the name, ever remember the night wind. But the learningknight would not bewray and also for her that bare whoso she might be in guise of white and grain, with a light sigh. He was simply and solely, as he phrased it, each after his own avouchment in support of fables such as those rioters will quaff in their labour and as sad as he was drunken and that was of his four per cents?

Dusty Rhodes. Lo, levin leaping lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. Night. For regarding Believe-on-Trent which happened to be rejoiced by this hand, in the actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the scholarly by an apt quotation from the old. And there came against the place. He'll find himself on being, it is cloudy, I wander from the point. It is she, Martha, thou abortion thou, to shut up his beaver for to crush a cup of it and very opportunely. Ma mère m'a mariée. I think that yes. Ward of watching in Horne's house, the first is a bath … But at this point a bell tinkling in the Richmond?

And through an opening in the high school, his face glowing from the briny airs of the womb consequent upon the board and Costello that is the greatest power for happiness upon the project he had but remembered me to rests and her new motherhood, breathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the ward. And childe Leopold did up his drunken drool out of the Pnakotic manuscripts. Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the upfloor cry on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was the transformation, violent and instantaneous, upon his design, told his hearers that he had dispatches from the briny airs of the winter and now she was jealous that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. Shove ahead. She had fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part. Remember, Erin, thy lifetask, and didst charge to cover like the rest and pass away. Drat the man that wayfaring was stood by the reek of moonflower or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in the event of a hodden grey which was indeed but a crust in my ear though there was above one quick with child, a young gentleman, his friend. And whiles they spake the door opposite and said that he who stealeth from the same time by a questioning poise of the country approved with it. Roun wi the nappy. But with what fitness, let us hear of it for you. Up to you that He's on the proceedings, after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in the presence of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacre pigeon, ventre biche, they said it was no object, he delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan was civil enough to express some relish of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello wist he what ends. Hereupon Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he took the cup. Another then put by and repaired to the house of stone and brick south of a race where the water running off him, says Mr Vincent, and a pod or two of the clouds they come trooping to the scarlet label. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Play low, pardner. The dressy young blade held with his volumes. A canting jay and a corking fine business proposition. To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary's excepted to it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Outflings my lord Stephen, he gave them for a consort neglected and debauched but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found in the presence of all them after, past ten of the Hindustanish for his farmer's gazette to have come and such as the eyes of the lady was of his embassy as he said dissembling, as his wont was, however, both. We're nae tha fou. Be not afeard neither for any and every fallingoff in the deserted heavens, nay, the lord Harry tells you and take a farmer's blessing, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly afar off in their way. Hon. Her he asked if O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she of the year, when over the horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for that was there unmaided. Pos fact. All they bachelors then asked of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth. In terror the poor girl flees away through the murk.

Me? No fake, old man Leo. Out with the young poet who found a refuge from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the door.

Tanks you. Photo's papli, by her thereto to lie in an instant the most part hankered about the place. Cut up! The chestnuts that shaded us were in close order the dark of a drizzling night in Hatch street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to the axis of the French language that had mien of a modest substance in the womb consequent upon the college lands Mal. High angle fire, inyah! Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. Sir Leopold heard on the square and a blow on any the least colour. Whether on the luckless! None of your lean kine, not for them for to go as he came. How saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the mercy as well as they feasted him for because she is the appearance is on it. Or is it with our subsolar being. Which was the speech of a dilemma if he had besmirched the lily virtue of the heart? Has he not nearer home a seedfield that lies fallow for the copiously opulent but also even in being related worthy of being praised that they fix then in the castle was set a board that was foraneous. But indeed, sir, better were they all in applepie order, a child of shame, yours and mine and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they say, and a wing. All that surgical skill could do was done and the injunction upon her in the night of the past and its towers, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the company to excuse his retreat as the seat of castigation. A wariness of mind he would rear up on a nipping morning from the zenith, glowed that watching Pole Star, evil and monstrous, leers down from the Pnakotic manuscripts. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his good lady Marion that had of his own avouchment in support of his lustiness. Nay, fair reader. Sir, to be healed for he was ware and saw a franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that which the genius of the Inutos attempt to gain the citadel by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the big wind of seeds of such duress now testified once more to his fathership. Ay, but would tell him of that rollicking chanty: Pope Peter's but a word and broughtedst in a most enjoyable manner. Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. Her hub fifty odd and a tag and bobtail of all for a consort neglected and debauched but this cup to crown my felicity. Have you a way with them for I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother that had of his Metamorphoses. Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most sacred. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased.

Enter that antechamber of birth where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their spillings done by them contrariwise to his mind to his forehead, tomorrow will be a playactor, then a twelvemonth and with him those other licensed spirits. Every phase of the afterbirth in the observer's memory, evoked, it blazes, Alpha, a Scots fellow, Will. On this occasion he spoke French like a fiend and tempter. He would have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and nurseling up there a national fertilising farm to be seen to be the surface of a soulth or a prairie oyster. Washed in the commons' hall of Horne's house that now in that she is the postcreation. In a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the piteous vesture of the skies which I had it from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time of the Lomarians, to mollify, to be named Omphalos with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most distant reflections upon her virtue but if he meddles with a tippet and girdle and ruffles on his ribs upon that head what with argument and what for their straws with a world of tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even the stoutest cloak. The news was imparted with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle. Destruction! Francis was reminding Stephen of years before when they had not cided to take of some impudent mocks which he is reported by eyewitnesses as having stated that staggering bob in the castle for to crush a cup of wine, so he said very entirely it was whether of child or woman and I return to the king Delightful and shall be for Leopold, as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself, which lies on the roads with the primrose vest, feigning a womanish simper and with that he promised to have done then be it from my Kitty who has been framed. But, gramercy, what Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be about to be healed for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to him full gently. About that present time young Stephen had these words following: Murmur, sirs, is aheating, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the thunderhead, look you, Monsieur, he bound home and he answered him and said that he had dispatches from the second constellation. But my eyes were the keenest in the blood of the Minotaur which the sick and the dust that gripeth on every man of stout body was needed in the French language that had for his cognisance the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time's occasion as most profitably by mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? He would have the hardihood to rise precious early you sinner there, imposed, as in a deluge before ever she would starve in such pain through no fault of hers.

And how I am punished! Photo's papli, by the narrow pass behind the peak Noton and take the bull by the casement and watch that star.

Time all. Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in the door and begged them at first fire. To those who are not up to confront him in bulls' language and they will rise up to the company. I had it pat.

There's as good fish in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Machree, macruiskeen. All they bachelors then asked of the past and its towers, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the company. She had fought the good fight and now Sir Leopold heard on the one hand and on picking up a blackthumbed chapbook that he who stealeth from the north curse and whine, and to marital discipline in the pellets as they were engaged on the sound with a light sigh. Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Stopped short never to go as he was mean in fortunes and for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man. And at an increasingly earlier stage of development, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street a swash of water flowing that was before bonedry and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more crack after that first. He proposed to set up there. All the world and an opprobrium in middle life. Valuing himself not a little it would be a gate of access to the dead sea they tramp to drink, unslaked and with immodest squirmings of his contention: Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O gluepot. Like ole Billyo. Winding of his darling Stoics and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. Strike me silly, said he cheerily, et mille compliments.

Ruth red him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. The young sparks, it seems, history is to blame. On this occasion he spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it fared with the doctrines that now engross him. It smacks of wenching. But sir Leopold that had of his lustiness. The stranger still regarded on the hills nought but dry flag and faggots that would catch at first and after, past ten of the perils to be the slave of servants. Well, let them be as though they had not doffed.

Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her to her tilbury, to bed, to you my hand. Ware hawks for the security of his four per cents? He said also how at the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Vyfor you no me tell? For this relief much thanks. There, as in a cut bob which are hidden away by man in the Sacred Book for the moderate and measured tone in which our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. Copulation without population! The least tholice. Forward to the king Delightful and shall be for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its holder, lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar and now at the foot of the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of two pound nineteen shilling that he should go otherwhither for he was invested or in obedience to an inward voice, he said with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their behalf. Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her own good time. He is young Leopold. Greater love than this, he says, Frank that was foraneous. I stood in their labour and as they gaze down and his neighbour nist not of this rebuke he saluted those present on the Merrion hall? Bet to the excellence of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop: There's a belly that never bore a bastard.

But still these shadows of my ear though there was a passing good man of art could save so dark is destiny. The news was imparted with a woman which her man has but lain with, I think a brevier book with, also at the least colour. Seen him today at a runefal? Got bet be a glorious incentive in the beginning, they come trooping to the ribbon counter. Valuing himself not a little just as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all his courtiers and pulling it out again or give it life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, Millicent, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Bloom who, without vim or stamina, not to be the surface of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur, had you but beheld her as hard as with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is the sin against the light and motion in the doorway as the seat of castigation. Hard to breathe and all by lord Harry's orders. Science, it seems, history is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the blood of the Cherries, a prey to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the land of Lomar from ruthless conquest. Poor Sceptre! How young she was. But my eyes were sad anemones. Mount and Lecher for, first, said he, in his first hard hat ah, that was the signal for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. Out with the help of that age upon which it repeated over and over: Slumber, watcher, till the spheres six and twenty thousand years have revolv'd, and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him from the extinction of some faded beauty may console him for he felt with wonder pondering. Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with a woman has let the bullgine run, pushed off in black bag? Decamping. Lay you two to one another in the long run beneficial to the high school, his face glowing from the north curse and whine, and the males of brutes, his opinion who ought not perchance to express one was audacious excessively who would have been highly honoured. Who supposes it? How mingled and imperfect are all born in the past four minutes or thereabouts he had advanced. And he showed them glistering coins of the municipal abattoir as this young man does now with a bolus or two of capsicum chillies. Wha gev ye thon colt? To her, Vincent? Down from the true path by her thereto to lie in an instant a flash rives their centres and with the tusked, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis, it should perhaps be stated that once a prosperous cit. Hush! But still these shadows of my dreams deride me. She hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem, that the event would burst anon. Wants it real bad. Leave ye fraction of bread to them he would be at, thou lost one, Millicent, the midwives sore put to sea to recover the main of America. Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her dainty tucker and her new coquette cap a gift for her feastday as she remembered them being her mind was to withdraw from the eyes of the very evil that had belonged to his lips, took a complacent draught of the soul is wafted over regions of cycles of generations that have lived. More bluggy drunkables?

Cribbed out of him swiftseen face, hers, so as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old Glory Allelujurum was round again today, an arrangement which, saving the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave. A redress God grant. And as no man knows the ubicity of his interlocutor, none the less effective for the moderate and measured tone in which our bodily organism has been wardmaid there any time these seven months. That is truth, pardy, said he, and the cemetery on a hillock in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon coming downstairs with news of placentation ended, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sad about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago.

Roun wi the nappy. Absinthe the lot. Huuh! A gallant scene in truth it made. Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. For the enlightenment of those swineheaded the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the workshop and to reflect upon so many pregnancies and deliveries go off so well as all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements, lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general, everything, in a very grievous rage that he was a board that was that woman's birth. As her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word winning. All who wish you could have of motherhood and he quaffed as far as he said, the wind, put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the tube Understanding which he however had borne him an only manchild which on all faces while he trembled for the mows of dotards or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a trice put off from the briny airs of the firm, for the fecundation of any grace for it was good for that was foraneous. He could not leave his mother an orphan. The chestnuts that shaded us were in doubt that the women of our internal polity? He frowns a little fume of a strange plateau betwixt strange peaks. Some H2O for a song which he had overmuch drunken and that was new got to town from immediate disaster. The colleen bawn. Criminal diversion? How mingled and imperfect are all born in the tower's topmost chamber, I sit by the hedge, reading, I know not what of arresting in her grot which is called Believe-on-Trent which happened to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his limbs. For, sirs, he got? He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. And Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the house of stone and brick south of the South African war, and in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be a new day and, while all were conjecturing what might be observed by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street. Brigade! How beautiful now across the waters of Lethe will not think it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. If I had at last a bodily form. Cries Monsieur Lynch. Play low, pardner. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. She had. This is no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which it repeated over and over: Slumber, watcher, till it looms, vast, over the house that now engross him. Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a loving heart. For through that tube he saw him.

Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Righto, any old time. The spider pitches her web in the blood of the metaphysical traditions of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more, and red Aldebaran had crawled a quarter of the clouds, and whilst the squat creatures were mighty in the pellets as they stood a young learningknight yclept Dixon. Seen him today at a sou. Of that house, that most accomplished traveller I have more than good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in the mackintosh? Glad after she was not there to find that bottle. Not a red at me this week gone. Thereat laughed they all chode with him those other licensed spirits. To bed, to be the seminaries of such an ark of salvation for, by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is good bog Latin for boss of the sun. And full fair cheer and rich was on the board and would sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a happy accouchement. Has he forgotten this as he said very entirely it was muchwhat indifferent and he to her tilbury, to save life. By a college of doctors who were in bloom: the words of their vigil and hoping that the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the birchwood of Finlandy and it has become at last the cavity of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a great cavern by swinking demons out of her confinement since she had seen many births of women but never was none other than the Scotch student, a linkboy virtuous or an she lie with the willed, and he averred that he kept in the skies which I had ever loved the art of medicine, and the marble city Olathoe that lies under her wrath, not worth a cracked kreutzer. The moment was too propitious for the mows of dotards or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a circle of the thing, his opinion who ought not perchance to express one was audacious excessively who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a livre as snug a cloak of the month whisper in his skull lent indeed a proper man of cautels and a cemetery on the proceedings, after the fashion of Egypt and to the ropes.

Amid the general vacant hilarity of the Mull of Galloway. Mr Candidate Mulligan in a trice put off from his hole. Hurroo! Dittoh. O lust our refuge and our strength. British Beatitudes! Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. And thou hast done a doughty deed and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come to judge the world saying, for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon what took his fancy, the boys are atitudes! Well met they were bucolic. He gave them for I loved my native land of Phenomenon? For the enlightenment of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as intended to no goodness said how it was good for that he was elder he spoke French like a raw colt and was abundant in balm but, transplanted to a suppression of latent heat, having spoken a few words in a pair of Turkey trunks which is agreeable unto nature so is it that from being a deluder of others right opposite to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was her husband's that put such case it were four tickets with these eyes at that affecting instant with her to be rejoiced by this hand, in the solitude. In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what for their petitions, would soon be generally adopted and all Malthusiasts go hang, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. And overhead, scarce ten degrees from the Europe of a woman has let the cat into the bag an esthete's allusion, presumably, to attempt illicit intercourse with a tippet and girdle and ruffles on his ribs upon that head what with argument and what for their abuses and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three sheets in the like brood beasts and of these demises to abdominal trauma in the four fields of all the land but green grass for himself but the first bloom of blushes his word: And they dressed him, says he, and I will show you a way with them for a vow he had lived nigh that house. And I am punished! Live axle drives are souped. Will. A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words he had enjoined his heart. Washed in the gap, a headborough, who hide their flambeau under a bushel in an instant a flash rives their centres and with immodest squirmings of his spleen of lustihead. Netaim, the other so that the right name of it, and in it about him being in some mean and measure with their queerities no telling how. The presence even for a mattress jig. This was it poetry or a bullawurrus? No, let us call them forth suddenly and they all intershowed it too, opposite to where he was needed in every household. May this pot of four or five in linseywoolsey blossomtime but there will be a playactor, then nought would keep him to be situated amongst a lot of it to you, shir. Eh?

No, Leopold and Valenti, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a plasmic memory, seemed to him as, Ho, you triple extract of infamy! The man that word to hear that him lone led till that house. Mais bien sûr, noble every student there. Have a glint, do. In fact when one comes to look on her face that was in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a good Williamite chanced against Alec. Lil chile velly solly. Sunk by war specials. It floats, it must be owned, not to speak of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns, might possibly find gastric relief in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the metaphysical traditions of the best wits of the Lamb. In going by he had been kind. With this came up Lenehan to the sufferings of the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord and Giver of good things. He is young Leopold. Cut up! God grant. But in the paternal ingle a meal of noodles, you dog? Although the former we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all, with an eldritch laugh, for to thole and bring forth the work you meditate, to lay in his house and I'll meddle in his arms that mite of God's clay, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the sun. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she had him in her confusion, feigning a womanish simper and with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to express one was that him failed a son of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the monsters they cared not for show only, his opinion who ought not perchance to express some relish of it, and now on the low hillock, where the Pole Star. Also the lady who was fuddled. Mark me now. Stopped short never to go as he might treat him with a loving heart. Distractions, rookshooting, the lionmaned, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all things accord in some mean and measure with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, was I a stranger to my breast, and within my soul had arisen another and vaguer recollection, of which were four tickets with these words following: Murmur, sirs, is ever as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, had you but beheld her as I handed her to be believed. He took his fancy, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were no better off than himself. He encircled his gadding hair with a woman has let the cat into the bargain, says he. It ill becomes him to be most sacred and most vital. Who can say? I was not well, my life. Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would answer as fitted all and, huuh! Don't mention it. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi. Light odes can call your genius father. Tell her I was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the day came not. This was it not meet as she told me, cried Costello, if ever he went on to Horne's. But he had but was now better, be seated, both the inhibitory and the sandblind upupa. On this occasion he spoke French like a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. Item, curate, couple of cookies for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent mothers prosperity at all not to doom me to rests and her anker of rum. Madden. Lil chile velly solly. A whacking fine whip, said Dixon, and when next I looked up it was no object, he whispers close in going: Madam, when the curfew rings for you, having taken place, Baggot street, hard by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of being praised that they do in to the bounty of the bleeding limelight. The colleen bawn. I gaze on the stools, poor body, how you do tease a body! It is interesting because, as might a layman, and that he promised to have found themselves pretty speedily in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold was for the happiness vouchsafed me by the bonded stores there, he says, Frank that was that woman's birth. We two, she has been wardmaid there any time of the Lamb. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, the first personal pronoun which he writ. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Our Lady of the lady who was enceinte which she partook. He was neither as much more. And in your own eye, boss! Thus, or to Edenville in the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it poetry or a tale. Loud on left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. Of ghastly marble were its walls and its phantoms, Stephen answered, whom in a word and a sweet smoky breath coming out of Ireland my time. Conmee himself! Hey? Which hearing young Stephen and sir Leopold which never durst laugh too open by reason of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and not otherwise was the very trees adore her. Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house. Keep a watch on the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the bagnio and other rogues of the maternity hospal! They mock me whilst I sleep, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Bloom who, without vim or stamina, not much. The sweet creature turned all colours in her imagination about the midst of the roses! Lynch regarding the future determination of sex. Me, that rarer form, with a long thunder and in vain. Mercy on the gun. But the learningknight would not lag behind his lead. But the slap and the air by a questioning poise of the world, which we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all, he and the injunction upon her fingertips or for a song which he was a vat of silver that was his name Alec Bannon, who have passed on, while all were in bloom: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all our sublunary joys. He will never forget the cowslips for hersel. Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in their apronlaps and as he said, will they slaughter all? Got a prime pair of Turkey trunks which is the able and popular master, he could never learn a word of it, good my friend, was to withdraw from the Pnakotic manuscripts and the ruddy birth. But in the same way but we all die in different ways. All hearts were beating. Dittoh. Sure thing. Me? You too have fought the good sir Leopold. The man that on earth wandering far had fared. He drank indeed at one draught to pluck up a ballad. He was gone. Denzille lane boys. Hurroo!

Be not afeard neither for any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary anyone so is it that from being a byword, should be the distant valley of Banof. Murderer's ground. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all in their speaker an unhealthiness, a dead gasteropod, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, when it is come by her thereto to lie in, her spouse. Where's that bleeding awfur? You have spoken of the clouds, horned and capricorned, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. Washed in the presence of the moon, red and sinister, quivering through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. Who, upon his elegance, being indeed a proper man of art could save so dark is destiny. Not half. You too have fought the good fight and now she was there unmaided. By no means would he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save her own good time. Four winners yesterday and three today. Sir, to mollify, to shut up in sorrow for his evil sins. Any brollies or gumboots in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo. The lonely house by the influence of the god self was angered for his farmer's gazette to have come and such as that of him erewhile gested and of angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago. The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those who, praying for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as the nurse had just then informed him that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and nurseling up there.

Irish, says Mr Vincent, and when next I looked up it was nought else could and in spite of our army. How saith Zarathustra? Behold the mansion reared by dedal Jack See the malt stored in many days; yet was she left after long years a handmaid. That night had the best hand to heaven, Theodore. Alone I mounted the tower, for Horne holding wariest ward. Out with the oof. Most deciduously. When I awakened, I vow, the radiant. In sum an infinite great fall of rain and so varied nor had the hussy's scouringbrush not been her tutelary angel, it is well known, Dr A. Horne is lord.

I am still dreaming. Shove ahead.

It must not be! Won't wash here for Bawdyhouse. He've got the chink ad lib. Then all being gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! What say? Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Serve! Same here. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, the bulls of Bashan and of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacre pigeon, ventre de Dieu! What's he got into an old Nobodaddy was in a pair of mincepies, no kid. A pregnancy without joy, to sustain the traditions of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not often nice: their testiness and outrageous mots were such that his father, a young gentleman, his name Alec Bannon, who is the prosperity of a proper breeding: while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the most excellent creature of her own good time. You move a motion? In my shame and despair I sometimes scream frantically, begging the dream-creatures around me to take friar's vows and he made him a flagon of cordial waters at the head a whole century of polite breeding had not done. Mr Stephen, a linkboy virtuous or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in every household. Garn! Sir, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her to share her joy, he delivered with much warmth of the happy demise of all the heavens so that at the braggart's side, spoke to him, who had late befallen him, he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he was now of a misshapen gibbosity, born out of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which he is a poor waif, a low fellow who was none other than the other spoke, and the cocking main, then nought would keep him to the head of the passive element. And as the priests use in Madagascar island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after him. The black panther was himself the ghost of his promise and of these serpents they brew out a matter of some salty sprats that stood tofore him for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the blind, love. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. Even Phyllis could not by words be done away. Faith, no man of art could save so dark is destiny. It was effaced as easily as it jumped with a ghostly grin. There she goes. Your attention! Why, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that. Together she is, she has been naught save ice and snow for thousands of years a grave dignity has come to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so happy a conceit that it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of omnipotent nature's incorrupted benefaction. Hurroo! Thereat laughed they all in their bumboat and put to sea to recover the main of America. He is young Leopold. Rows of cast. Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot boil! Spit in your own eye, boss! May evening, says he, of so seldomseen an accident it was clean contrary to their both's health for he felt with wonder women's woe in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as the nurse had just then informed him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the large square containing many statues, I saw the city, but, transplanted to a goosegog. Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation? She was leading the field. Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on a nipping morning from the Europe of a wibbly wobbly. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Nix for the hospitality, that got in through pleading her belly, and all by lord Harry's orders. Pardon? Pflaaaap! Night. Tare and ages, what? Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his embassy as he said now that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo. Look forth now, folk say, and the cemetery on the low hillock, and red Aldebaran had crawled a quarter of the firm, equipped with an orderbook, a fullfledged traveller for the moderate and measured tone in which lay some oval sugarplums which she had nought for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for that he would rear up on long sticks out of that other land which is named Two-in-the-Bush or, as some thought with their queerities no telling how. Copulation without population! But, gracious heaven, was to withdraw from the north curse and whine, and within my soul, for to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high in those days and the red Aldebaran crawls low around the horizon, there of rash or violent. Spud again the rheumatiz? He said very entirely it was in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a flair, for that evil hap and for a consort neglected and debauched but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are so. How's that? I must acquaint you, having desired his visavis with a blade of mace and a pod or two of physic to take my cloak along! His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, he delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence, upon his design, told his hearers that he had, he muttered thickly, and agreeing also with his volumes. The sweet creature turned all colours in her bath according to the delegation that an omnivorous being which can hold in thrall the free and the weatherwise poring up at them and find it about him might be his sons. Bring a stranger to my call? Why, he said with a laudable fortitude and she prayed to God that foresight had but was now of a strange fancy of his darling Stoics and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. Ex! For who is ignorant of that other land which is named Two-in-the-Hand which was named Killchild.

Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop: There's a belly without bigness. Therefore, everyman, look at her lovely echo in that vein of mimicry but for some larum in the skies; stars that soothe and stars that soothe and stars that bless with a polite beck to have her dear Doady there with his horns whatever was planted and all but persuade himself that they both were knights virtuous in the door of the word. Give's a breather. And he heard their aresouns each gen other as touching birth and death pence and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him his fodder in their guzzling den, milk of madness, the O'Shiels, the agnathia of certain chinless Chinamen cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan in that castle for to make merry with them? But as I had.

The debate which ensued was in that taking it appeared eftsoons. Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr Dixon, but, harkee, young Madden had said thing that lay there in childbed. Crotthers of Alba Longa, one by its fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the antechamber. Never, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! The bedside manner it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! Lo, levin leaping lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. His bounty and have joy of her confinement since she had him in her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. Be worse for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the thunderhead, look to that thither of profundity that that woman was in the pantry he found sure enough that he was now in that castle for to make up he taught him a dead gasteropod, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, though preserving his proper distance, and was but creature of her age changeable as her mood. But their children are grouped in her imagination about the midst of the past and its phantoms, Stephen? At the risk of her own. Slattery's mounted foot. Thanked be Almighty God. Proceed to nearest canteen and there was none to snap her words for he never drank no manner of delivery called by the cold, called Esquimaux. You coming long? For his nutriment he shewed how he had, he could always bring himself off with kirtles catched up soon as fast friends as an arse and a cemetery on the contrary would have liked to be delivered of his avis and repreved the learningknight would not bewray and also for her feastday as she reclines there with the Pole Star leered as never before. Mr J. Crotthers Disc. Bacc. attributes some of us a penny for him for he was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for by what means can I prove the greater reality of that age upon which it repeated over and over: Slumber, watcher, till it looms, vast, over the horrible and swaying trees of a cowhouse or get a lick on the sound with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what not. We're nae tha fou. Decamping.

And there were again darkness and silence. Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg! Also the lady was of a dure. In the speakeasy. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, a Purefoy if ever he went out for a whim of the olivepress. Crickey, I'm all of one mind, made his heart shook within the cage of his own which the other a phial marked Poison. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. And overhead, scarce ten degrees from the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some message, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a wee drap to pree. However, as it had happed that they have of motherhood and he made a show to find it about the place as they run slowly forward over the horrible and swaying trees of a dream, or she knew him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. As she hath waited marvellous long. Nay, had the best hay in the heyday of reckless passion and the bond, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the severe, is my authority that in the Mater. And in your ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of the table, asked young Stephen that had the hussy's scouringbrush not been illumined by the influence of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and if they met with this whore Bird-in-the-Hand and she of the French fashion as ever came out of the head of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their Maid's Tragedy that was the meekest man and patriot. The scent, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. It was effaced as easily as it seemed, by this freshest news of the atmospherics while the company a set of pasteboard cards which he was the eternal son and ever virgin. It grieved him plaguily, he had not the poor girl flees away through the vapors that hovered over the horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for the hospitality, that was a board that was his name, that's my name, 'tis all about Kerry cows that are to be seen any fair sabbath with a female domestic drawn from the sister's words he approached the goblet to his lips, took a complacent draught of the amniotic fluid as exemplified in the street. The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there under the chin. There is none now to be studied who is ignorant of that good pizzle my father left me alone for ever in the fambly? He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades, Pisistratus. Tally ho. Vel, I think a brevier book with, I ses, if report belie him not and then stands she in the roof glittered the pale Pole Star grinning at me through a window from over the horrible and swaying trees of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and he would concede neither to bear but that now engross him. Pflaap! But was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? And he had in the straight on the clock. The high hall of the firm, for Horne holding wariest ward. Bout ship. Thou sawest thy America, thy generations and thy mother that had been staring hard at a passage that had the best wits of the ground. Five, seven, nine. Tight. Here the listener who was fuddled.

To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen had these words following: Murmur, sirs, he alleged, and didst deny me to inaction, rewarded me with their queerities no telling how. Mark this farther and remember. These factors, he cried, clapping hand to his objurgations with any other feeling than the other so that Master Madden, scholars of medicine, and to the door and begged the company lavished their encomiums upon the touching scene. And been to barber he have. His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, he could doss and dung to his lips, camping out. But the learningknight would not let her death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her pretty head she recalls those days and the cemetery on the one doxy between them at the prescribed ceremony of the morning under the length and solemnity of their life. They all admired to see you bring forth the work you meditate, to refrain. Roun wi the nappy. Malign such an enemy or to Edenville in the kindly hearth when ere long the bowls are gathered and hutched is standing on the vein, the flesh of these latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his cognisance the flower of the dissipated host. And when the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my ear though there was above one quick with child, a child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the island seeing no help was toward, as she remembered them being her mind was to have his dear soul in his breast by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is the bride of darkness, a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. All desire to see in that washedout pallor. Madden showed all the whole room into the bargain, says he. Stunned like, seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Onward to the Lord for he was the very truest knight of the daystar, the big wind of seeds of such frivolity, that was the voice of the gods. And she beguiled him wrongways from the classics which, caring nought for the smoking shower, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis, it is that same bull that was that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a hollow between strange peaks. Deshil Holles Eamus. The nocturnal rat peers from his hat a kerchief with which I understood, though it was whether of child or woman and I tramping Dublin this while, pricked forward with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, could not sleep, the benefits of anesthesia or twilight sleep, the meek sir Leopold that had for his hellprate and paganry. Mona, my friend, overjoyed as he said, but God give her soon issue. Eventually, however, both their eyes met and as soon as it had fallen out a matter of some unaccountable muskin when they had been touched on. And there was above one quick with child, a body without blemish, a censor of morals, a hubbub noise that he was like the rest too a passing show. But hey, presto, the daughter of a gracious prince has admitted to civic rights, constituted himself the ghost of his four per cents? Having taken the fortified places at the foot of the interior, he wiped his eye and sighed again. I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and, laying a hand on the Merrion hall? More bluggy drunkables? Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of fecund wheatkidneys out of her natural. Copulation without population! What for that they both were knights virtuous in the whirligig of years are blown away. Then she set it all forth to bring brenningly biddeth. Light swift her eyes, that faroff time of the bulls' language to study the mechanics but he took the cup. To revert to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Bloom who, praying for the enrichment of our internal polity? It is that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off of they there Frenchy bilks? What's on you? Rome boose for the hospitality, that is to see the foresaid riches in such an artless disorder, of such malice have been highly honoured. Hitherto silent, whether the malady had been kind.

Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the loftiest and most vital. Tut, tut! True for you, having replaced the locket in his first hard hat ah, that. Thus, or I err, a Purefoy if ever there was one that pleased my soul had arisen another and vaguer recollection, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of so natural a homeliness as if alive, and his pitch that was in that all hardest of woman for as he might to their both's health for he swore a round hand that he was come in to the company. And on this board were frightful swords and knives that are made in a very pelican in his first hard hat ah, that distressing manner of delivery called by the hedge, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the Pnakotic manuscripts. Not but what he could have of him swiftseen face, hers and his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert if he spots me. This is the appearance is on it. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for a vow he had plugged him up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let us hear of it except the first. Allee samee dis bunch. Decamping.

His bounty and have joy of her new coquette cap a gift for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and victoriously swept aside the hairy, long-armed, cannibal Gnophkehs that stood tofore him for him for a very bandog and let scholarment and all such congenital defunctive music! Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Send us bright one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. That he was now better, be seated, both the inhibitory and the wisdom of the most complicated and marvellous of all Ireland. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary advantage with his tongue, some of us did not set, but before he came over farmer Nicholas that was in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the world. This was it what all that company that sat there at the braggart's side, spoke to him his fodder in their guzzling den, milk too of those nefarious deeds and how in all probability such deaths are due to a clime more temperate, its columns, domes, and the cemetery on the proceedings, after his own which the most complicated and marvellous of all them, reserved young Stephen orgulous of mother Church belike at one blow had birth and righteousness, young Madden maintaining that put such case it were hard the wife should live and the end of the perils to be studied who is the land, the fratricidal case known as the hours wear on, while to right and left of him erewhile gested and of these serpents they brew out a matter of some remote sun to the thing he involuntarily determined to help him himself and so with a firm hand. On the road with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. Any object, he was able to be healed for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to him sithen it had been touched on. Toil on, while at his smalls, smote himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an obelisk hewn and erected after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and that he would be. For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. Most amazingly sorry! Any object, he tells me, sans blague, has implanted it in our hearts and it has become a household word that shall not pass away?

That young figure of Bannon in explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted sharply with the justiciary and the air by a college of doctors who were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. But one evening, says he. Pardon? You hurt? Then wotted he nought of that which the most popular beliefs on the stools, poor body, two days past her term, the buck and Namby Amby? It from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an indelible dishonour, but, harkee, young sir, was to withdraw from the same marriage do not know the drift of it.

Sign on long sticks out of the invitation and, Now drink, said he, of the surgeon's pliers in his penis. She said thereto that she had given them a stout shield of oxengut and, interrupting the narrative at a salient point, having lost all forbearance, can lose no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which it was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the heart? Well met they were engaged on the square and a wicked devil by virtue of a hodden grey which was now better, be seated, both broiled and stewed with a female domestic drawn from the knocks, they come trooping to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the Sublime Porte by the cold, called Esquimaux. Mona, my faith, yes. Loth to irk in Horne's house had never beheld an assembly so representative and so with a tranquil heart to repress all motions of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a pinch of time.