#it was ridiculous that the prior record was held by the French of all people

[aleapoffaithfiction]

XI.

"I know you think I'm crazy. Maybe that's because I am. About life, about this moment, about you." ― Crystal Woods

“Fine as hell. She fine as hell. Hungry as hell, but fine as hell nonetheless.” I nearly choked as I dropped the po’ boy back onto the plate in front of me and stuck up my finger for both Odell and his iPhone camera to see. The crispy shrimp were flavored and fried to perfection, and Chef Pierre certainly didn’t hold back from piling them into the buttered toasted French roll. With the shrimp is shredded and lightly cooked crunchy cabbage, sliced tomatoes, and a drizzled remoulade sauce that nearly made me melt onto the floor.

It’s not even noon yet and I’m already eating a heavy ass lunch. Actually, I’ve been overindulging ever since we arrived here last night and have no intention on stopping until we’re back in the northeast. My stomach has morphed into a bottomless pit that is willing and ready to withhold any dish offered and the man who brought me here seems to want to do nothing more than leave me with a swiftly gained ten pounds lingering around my waistline and thighs.

“Now if I go home looking pregnant, don’t try to deny me because I’m absolutely going to blame it on you.” For breakfast, we indulged on freshly made beignets drenched in powdered sugar. While I had coffee, he settled for hot chocolate and we sat outdoors in the midst of the cool Baton Rouge air on a plush deep beige sectional on the back patio of the four-bedroom, six-bathroom contemporary highland home we’re residing in for the next two days.

With only our teeth brushed, we lazy lounged around in our nightclothes with nothing on our feet. Rather than the television being on, we used one another as sources of information and I was able to understand why Baton Rouge and New Orleans made and raised him. Though he spent some time living in both Georgia and Texas, Louisiana is home. He’s a 504 boy to the core.

“How they say that shit? Something about cushion for the pushing.” The silly little smirk dancing along his flawless lips was enough to make me launch my plastic fork in his direction. His mouth knows no boundaries sometimes.

“More cushion for the pushing? That?”

“Yeah, that baby. No complaints over here. I told you that you have to get the complete NOLA experience and food is a major part of that. I know you’ve been down here once before, but I know you ain’t eat like this.” I didn’t. Celeste’s selective eating limited everyone’s opportunity to explore the different spices and textures of New Orleans’ famous dishes and I mentally complained about it the entire time. The morning I wandered off to find coffee and breakfast while in the midst of a brutal hangover was the first and only time that I was able to have a dish that I felt was worth the trip and the irony in that is, it’s the same morning that I saw him.

“You’re still recording? I look crazy when I eat. Turn it off.” Like the professional athlete that he is, he was able to dodge my attempt to grab his phone out of his hands and he jogged to the opposite side of the cool grey marbled kitchen island. Its width kept him out of my reach.

“You fine though.”

“Turn it off.”

“Tell me I’m your favorite person ever first.”

“Get out of here.” I don’t have on make-up; not even a smidge of concealer. I know my eyes look like they’re shot to hell. I’m absolutely going to pay him back for this.

“Say it.”

“You’re my favorite person ever.”

“And that I’m the best boyfriend ever.” Boyfriend?

“Beckham.”

“Say it.”

“You’re my boyfriend?”

“I’d like to think so, but you tell me. Am I your boyfriend?”

Suddenly the delectable sandwich in front of me no longer mattered and neither did the fact that his camera was still creating a memory of my every reaction and response to his words.

I’ve been single for four years. Two years ago, I found myself in a silent embarrassment over the reality of it. I’m certainly within the years of my life where I’m supposed to be actively either anticipating or seeking out some sort of companionship and yet, I found a comfort zone in keeping that particular slate as clean as possible. Sure, my lower region suffered in a cry for pleasure that went beyond anything that I could do on my own, but there was a peace of mind that I clung to and could no longer sacrifice after Shamel begrudgingly sucked the life out of me.

I needed a decent amount of time to evaluate the failures of and within that relationship and to mentally regroup. The emotional turmoil took me to a dark place and men were not something I viewed in a positive light, so how could I ever accept one into my life? If anything, any man interested would have become a passionate punching bag; paying for the mistakes of the man prior to him.

Some months back, I don’t want to say that I gave up hope because I wasn’t hoping for anything in particular, but everything about being with someone felt completely irrelevant to the place that I’m at in my life. I closed the gap that I once had to nurture that particular type of connection while being in the midst of the height of my professional career. Despite the pressure from family, the distasteful questions about a husband and children I get when interviewed by other media outlets, and the ignorant talk about my fertility clock ticking away along with my childbearing years, none of it seemed to matter.

I found solace in the comfort of my home and couldn’t bear the thought of anything or anyone coming in to deliberately invade that space with their own desires, requirements, and opinions that I need to appease all for the sake of having them. I built a bubble around myself for self-preservation outside of my Edgewater personal space and like a vicious tornado, a Louisiana bred freak of nature athlete came blitzing into my life and overran every bubble, wall, and defense mechanism I spent a ridiculous amount of time perfectly creating. Like Ernes Kanter, I became a defensive liability to my damn self and I haven’t been able to block anything he’s ardently done or sent my way.

If anything, I’ve clung to every rush of excitement and the moments filled with wonder about just how much he’d impress me next. I’ve cherished feeling like a young school girl in Brooklyn blushing from across the room at the most mindless act my crush would do all for the sake of garnering the attention of others. I’ve found myself enthralled in a new world that interestingly intertwines with mine in a numinous beauty that I’ve never experienced before. It’s the first time I’ve ever undeniably wanted someone; flaws and all.

The unknown will always be fearsome but nothing amazing ever comes without either believing in what could possibly be a major failure or taking a risk that you’ve never taken before.

“I’d like to think so.” His naturally arched eyebrows arose in an elated surprise at the response he’d been given and he leaned his upper frame over the counter in a draw to be closer to me.

“So, say it.”

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Our smirks were in unison as he leaned his torso over the island top in anticipation for me to do the same. He’d finally obliged me and stop recording, but not before getting my response about him being the best ever. Our lips softly met, sealing the deal we’d made in order for me to get what I wanted but most of all, because I’d given him what he wanted twice over. I nearly became unbalanced at the sudden rush of shudders fluttering through my frame in a raging response to him. To kiss him is to be inebriated in a manner that no man-made drug is capable of achieving. It’s a trip that I can’t get enough of and want to be stoned by endlessly.

“Now if Larenz Tate comes and tries to scoop me up, I might have to say things differently.” And with that he sucked his teeth.

“Man, forget you and your shrimpy ass breath.”

“As if your breath doesn’t smell the same way.”

“Come on and finish eating that. We’re going out.”

“In the daylight?” As my backside met the seat once again, both of his adorably almond shaped eyes lowered in confusion at the question. We’ve never gone anywhere in the daylight. Actually, we’ve never been anywhere together in the first place. It’s not realistic. Our nighttime meet ups at either his place or my place already come with risks that neither one of us are ready to explain if we’re caught beyond the few people on his end who do know that we spend time together. It’s not even a we factor; it’s all me. The consequences would be beyond anything he or I could explain.

“You trust me, right?”

“I do trust you.”

“Then you trust that I’ll protect you and that I do have your best interests in my mind and heart. So yeah, we’re going out in the daylight. I got us.”

“O, what are we doing?” It’s a question filled with so many wonders about who we are for one another and where we’re going with all of this. I’m not even ready to comprehend what we’ve done by adding titles into this mix.

“It won’t always be this way baby. Finish up. I’m going to get our jackets and your bag from upstairs.”

When I was left alone, I had one last bite of the sandwich and discarded the rest. If I eat another bite, the top button on my jeans will eventually pop off due to the pressure of my outlandishly full belly. I’m not eating another bite today. Nothing. If do have anything, it’ll be a salad for dinner. Maybe some fruit too, or yogurt. I don’t know. It’ll be something healthy. I’m not about to allow him to walk around flourishing with his washboard abs while I can barely contain a lower belly pudge. I’ve already slacked off with my gym attendance, so I at least need to be disciplined about what I’m putting in my mouth.

“This bag?” The black Alexander Wang bag he held up is one I’ve had for a while and it’s the one I take with me whenever I’m traveling everywhere. It has this versatility to be able to serve as a bag that I can randomly throw everything into and carry with me wherever, but it’s stylish enough to throw on for a nice afternoon outing with friends…or rather my man, this particular time.

“Yes, that one.” Although it’s in the lower seventies and certainly a comfortable enough temperature for me to be able to be outdoors with just this long-sleeved Thrasher shirt, he insisted on me wearing my leather jacket because the temperature’s going to drop at some point this evening. Even if it does, it’ll never feel like the freezing temperatures we deal with up North.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“The French Quarter.”

“Are we seeing someone there?” He’s spoken about more than enough people that he’s either related to or good friends with for there to be a reunion of more than fifty people back at the house if he made a couple of phone calls. Like most people do when they return home, I’m sure he’s going to want to make his rounds to show some love to those that he knows. If not everyone, then his parents and siblings. Maybe they’ll be at the game tonight.

“You’ll see. I think you’re going to like this.”

He offered nothing else as we slid into the backseat of the awaiting vehicle.

Our arrival into the crown jewel of New Orleans didn’t go without the driver taking the scenic route and allowing me to marvel at the sights of the historic neighborhood. There’s something so chic about the vintage and antique restaurants and stores being perfectly blended in with the modernized boutiques. Everything about it is like a timeless portrait that you cannot stop analyzing.

The vibe is so unique and rich with culture. It’s almost unbelievable that people are actually from here. Just from looking around, it feels like a place that you’re only supposed to travel to and unreservedly experience so that you’ll have marvelous stories to go back home and tell your folks. It’s fitting for the handsomeness alongside me to be from here. Its vibrancy is everything that he is.

“What is this place?”

“Preservation Hall. We’re actually about three blocks away from the Mississippi River.” On the outside, the building blends in to the point of nearly being unremarkable. If I were randomly walking along the streets alone, I surely would have bypassed it without a thought or concern.

“Wow. This place is super old-fashioned.” Its interior is tatty and weathered but in a manner that makes it look like something out of a timepiece style of film. I’d say maybe as far back as the late 1700s or maybe the early eighteen. The portraits of musicians donning the walls and the instruments resting alongside the chairs on the opposite of the room is a dead giveaway of this being somewhere performances are put on.

“This place is legendary. It used to be a private residence in 1750 and then it turned into a tavern, an inn, a photography studio, and I think an art gallery as well. The doors were closed for a while after that and they reopened it in 1961 to serve as a sanctuary to preserve New Orleans jazz because the popularity of it pretty much died out when modernized jazz and rock and roll took over. So, this place is a safe haven where musicians and people gather to celebrate and remember the old New Orleans.”

I find it interesting that there’s no bar. I like the idea of people being completely sober while getting lost into the beauty of the music or maybe they all pile in after having gotten drunk elsewhere and spend their time cutting up on the tattered floors. There are only cushions on the floor and benches for people to sit on. I don’t even think there’s a bathroom. This little hole in a wall sanctuary is the embodiment of an intimate setting.

“What time do the doors open? What time does people usually come?”

“No one’s coming. I told you I got us.” He withdrew my jacket from my shoulders as older men began to trickle out of a backroom and make their way to their desire positions before us. “I told you I wanted you to experience the goodness of my home.”

“Odell, thanks for dropping by and bringing your little lady with you.”

“Aye, you know it ain’t nothing Charlie. Thanks for having us.”

“You know I’m Saints pride till the end, but I still root for you because you’re home grown pride. Get back strong, son.” He nodded in respect to the elderly man and saluted him for the post injury encouragement.

“Appreciate it. I’m working on it, sir.”

“Little lady, he told us to give you the soul of the city and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. You just sit back and enjoy. It’d be even nicer if you danced too.”

“I’m excited.” And I am.

The perks of my career have allowed to me walk along backstage areas to take in the intimate moments of some of the world’s most famous musicians and I’ve either stood in their designated V.I.P areas or in the sound booths to take in small or grand scale productions. I’ve witnessed some come ups too. I was in attendance at Drake’s first performance at New York’s famous S.O.B.s as he was buzzing on the heels of his So Far Gone mixtape.

I was there seven years ago to hear J. Cole perform cuts off of The Warm Up for his first ever performance. Friday Night Lights released November of the same year. I’ve seen Hov more times than I can count. The Watch the Throne Tour is still one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. Rihanna. Beyoncé. Celine Dion. Mary J. Blige. Outkast. There are too many to name. Last year, I saw and rocked out to the Bad Boy Reunion Tour twice and yet absolutely none of the performances I’ve seen over the years were quite like this.

The raw authenticity of the music filling the space felt like the jazz radiated right out of the depths of their bones as they played it with grit and pride. What started out as the shimmying of my shoulders and my hand slapping into my thigh, turned into me standing up on my heel clad feet and freely dancing around the room with my arms loosely swinging in the air to the medley of the trumpet while my hips grooved with the bass drum. My lover left the current dance crazes outside and instead opted to take ahold of my hips to be just as uninhibited as I felt, as he twirled me around and laughed at the dizziness, we danced ourselves into.

If the hall had been filled with patrons, it wouldn’t have mattered. I could only bask in him and the captivating aura radiating from his striking frame. My own roared in a yearning for him to do things to my body that no other man has ever done before. My inner thighs tingled in a call for his fingers to graze them. My seeping center throbbed in a plea to be filled with the company of him. The electrifying turned sensual jazz told the narrative of my body and I can only hope he’ll analyze and immerse himself inside of my story soon enough.

“After that, you gotta eat some crawfish.”

“If you feed me one more time….” We worked up enough of a sweat to need the air conditioning turned on the coolest setting in the SUV. Though I danced off the breakfast and early lunch we had, I don’t need anything else right now.

“You’re definitely eating some tomorrow. You’re not getting out of that.”

“Those things are ugly.”

“So are shrimp and fish, but you eat it.”

“No, crawfish are uglier.”

“Uglier than shrimp with the heads on them? You lying your ass off. Now those shits are ugly. We’re going to have a boil right outside by the pool tomorrow. It’s already in the works. You gon’ love it, watch.” I readjusted the Off-White cap I randomly picked up from the numerous accessories he had laying on the dresser and rolled my eyes.

“I’ll try one.”

“And then you’ll try another and another and next thing you know, you’ll be sitting right beside me going in. I’m not even worried about it.” And he isn’t. He’s been assured in me loving the renowned NOLA boil since he first spoke about it a while back.

“Is this Newman?”

“Yeah, baby.” I don’t know if it’s just me, but his accent seemed to instantly thicken as soon as we’ve stepped off of the plane and it’s been an oxymoron of pleasuring torture ever since. “Baby” seems to be sticking as my pet name, but it’s the manner in which he says it that melts every part of me.

Once the vehicle came to a halt, we were out within minutes and making our way to the football field that birthed what would be the beginning of his legendary football legacy in Louisiana. In the research I did on him prior to the rant, I learned of just how well he had done for himself here. He was a three-year starter and was awarded the titles of All-District, All-Metro, and All-State twice. In 2010, he was named District Offensive MVP, AA State Offensive MVP, and was both the offensive and team MVP for the Newman football team. He also played in the All-American Bowl in January of the following year at the invitation of the United States Army. His college recruitment had been over a two-year campaign and he had full ride scholarship offers from twenty different colleges. Miami and LSU were his top choices and we’re all well aware of the home pride choice that he made when it was all said and done.

“The alma mater of both you and Eli.”

“Yeah, his brothers too. They all wore the number eighteen. Cooper’s kids are students here now.”

As his eyes panned around the field, I observed him quietly reliving the nostalgia of his time here. The entire coaching staff has raved about him every chance they’ve been given to do so. It’s always a comical time whenever the Giants play the Saints because as much as people want the Saints to take the victory, they’re just as excited and looking forward to seeing him get out there and put on one hell of a performance.

“Nelson Stewart said that you were the most hardworking and explosive player that he’s ever coached. He called you the popular guy because people loved t0 be around you and also said that your energy rubbed off on your teammates.”

“Coach Stewart is one of my favorite people in general. He’s always been a stand-up guy and still looks out for me till this day. He’s sometimes a voice a reason for me whenever I’ve had an off game or a poor judgement call in sideline behavior.”

“It’s one thing that he said that was interesting to me and now that I’ve gotten to know you, I understand it so much more and know it to be true. He said that you don’t like the spotlight.” He doesn’t. All he has is a passion for winning. He’s not the guy that feels like the game winning play needs to run through him. He’s not watching the stats and obsessed with making sure his outshines anyone else in the league.

He’s not the guy who arrogantly talks down on teammates and opponents during press conferences or post-game interviews. He’d rather just win with his team while being allowed to be himself in the midst of it. It’s easier said than done, though. None of that stops him from being viewed as the most polarizing player in the NFL.

“I don’t. I just want to win. That’s why I play. I play for the love of it and to win championships. The additional accolades are cool, but I’m not really chasing any of that. I don’t need a bunch of ESPYs or MVP awards. If they think I deserve them then that’s fine, but I’m focused on nothing more than earning those Vince Lombardi trophies.”

“Can I ask you something? I don’t want you to think I’m turning on my journalist cap or anything like that, though.” He lightly snickered and used his large palm to grip my thigh in encouragement to proceed. As we sat in the bleachers, a custodian walked along the field tending to the grass. His age was a clear sign that he didn’t care too much about who either of us are or what we’re doing here.

“You can ask me anything.”

“Is that something you miss about your days here? The lack of a spotlight?”

“For sure. When you’re entering the draft, there this surreal excitement about the possibility to go pro. You don’t think about or care about everything that it entails before you get there. The goal is just to get there. Now that I’m there, I know now more than ever how much of a business it is. Sometimes it feels like it’s more about the business side of things than the sport itself. That can be frustrating. Then there’s the media and you know that I don’t have the best relationship with that side, no matter how much I try to keep my composure when I’m asked antagonizing questions or having the past thrown in my face even if the moment doesn’t call for it. It’s why I view you and a few others as a breath of fresh air. You don’t do that.”

“Journalism and the media itself have shifted due to the internet. Clickbait now holds a major importance in the way that the information gets out there. I hate it, believe me. Going viral is a thing now. The internet rehashes shit, daily. Social media journalism is the worst of the worst because nine times out of ten, it’s bullshit and it circulates faster than the truth does. I just try to put myself into the shoes of others and I know that I wouldn’t want to be misunderstood or deliberately have my genuine emotions ignored all for the sake of entertaining others. Regardless of the perks and millions that comes with being a professional athlete; you all are human beings. I think a lot of people look at the luxuries of your lives and have this unfair viewpoint that you don’t deserved to be humanized.”

“I think so too. It’s super crazy to hear people say things like I’m entitled or how they have the right to rip me to shreds because they’re season ticket holders or some shit. I don’t want to sound ungrateful because I’m not. My family is well taken care of because of the fans. I get to utilize what I was born to do because of them. I have to give them some credit for you coming into my life as well. So, I’m grateful, thankful, humbled. All of that. I just want to feel a bit more carefree again.”

“I get it. That’s fair and deserved.”

“You always get it. That’s why everyone in the sports world loves you. They gon’ have to fall back though.” His facial expression is what sparked my laughter. It was quite playful but his tone was not. Though it flatters me that I’m beloved amongst those that I report on day after day, I don’t take anything beyond professional talk seriously. The flirting doesn’t mean much of anything to me because men will be men. Luckily, nothing has been said or done that falls along the lines of sexual harassment. God willing, it’ll remain that way.

“Let me ask you this though. Did you start running through girls here or at LSU?” It was his turn to laugh and he did so with the typical male reaction when they’re getting ready to lie or downplay their behavior; with widen eyes and his head jerked back.

“Running through girls? I never ran through girls.”

“My mental lie detector test is going nuts right now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really didn’t run through girls like you think I did.”

“Pretty boy athlete? Yeah fucking right.”

“Pretty boy? Oh, so you think I’m cute?” The silly little smirk on his gorgeous face prompted me to roll my eyes.

“Don’t switch the subject.”

“I really wasn’t bad as you think I was. I had fun but it wasn’t that much fun. I didn’t want too much of that distracting me from my long-term goals.”

“Oh, so you waited until you were in the NFL to do it?”

“What? No.” Why do people laugh when they lie? At this point, I can’t even refrain some laughing.

“Yeah, okay. I will say, you do stay pretty lowkey with your shit. You’re not as caught out there like a lot of the other ones.”

“I’m not that bad. I promise I’m not. I guess I can see why it would seem like I am, but I wouldn’t really say that I’ve been out here tossing myself around heavily. I haven’t committed myself to anyone in quite some time though, so that’s left the window open for flings and some meaningless sex from time to time, but there is no crazy number for me to tell or brag about.”

“What if I want to know the number?”

“I’d tell you. You want to know?” Yet again, his hand squeezed my thigh and he followed with a caress to soothe what didn’t cause me any discomfort in the first place.

“No.” His past is his past. What is knowing that number supposed to do for me at this point? What is it supposed to mean?

“It’s been a minute for me in that particular area, though. I’m talking about maybe since late spring.” Late spring? Okay, I definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that.  

“It’s been a minute for me too.”

“How long of a minute if you don’t mind me asking?” And this is where the embarrassment comes in. I usually do my best to avoid admitting this because it turns an unnecessarily amount of attention on me and then comes the snide and sometimes condescending pity that I don’t need.

“It’s been four years since I’ve been with a man in any type of way; romantically and sexually.” Silence took over. When his eyes washed over me, there was no pity within them but rather an innocent curiosity. He wasn’t sure if he should proceed or not.

“Did he hurt you badly?”

“I don’t really look at it as hurt. I didn’t love him enough for that. I wanted to though and I tried to. More than anything, he tried to break me down from the inside out and there were parts of me that fed into it. Then there was the resistant side of me that fought back and it turned the time that I was with him into pure exhaustion mentally and even physically. He was draining.” If anything, I’ve gotten spoiled with how normal things have been within my home. I regretted when I allowed him to move in with me just two days later and that feeling never left. My posh little apartment turned into my personal hell. I dreaded being and sleeping there.

“When did you decide to leave?”

“All of our fights were verbal, but they were vicious. I knew at some point they were going to become physical and that I needed to get out there. He never really had a possessive and obsessive state of mind for the most part. We broke up to make up plenty of times. There just came a point when I was like fuck this, I’m over this shit and I’m never looking back. I know this is going to sound so doormat like, but I hoped that he was cheating on me. I had my suspicions that he was anyway but I never really went seeking. I wanted him to have fallen for someone else, so he wouldn’t give a shit about me telling him it’s over and putting his ass out of my apartment. He didn’t leave without a fight but he left. There were those few calls for forgiveness but he eventually stopped.” And I changed the locks, so that he couldn’t pop up on me since I never asked for my keys back.

“How did you two meet?”

“Through Celeste. I needed a new physical trainer and she raved about him. She had been working out at the gym he owns for quite some time and she swore up and down he was the perfect guy for me. To appease her, I didn’t resist her matchmaking bullshit.” And I should have because every guy she tries to send my way usually has something about him that doesn’t mesh well with my personality. Her desperation to be able to take the credit for having found my life partner is so damn maddening.

“So, did you make the choice not to date or no one caught your interest?”

“A bit of both. Initially, I need a break from it. After that break, it was a whatever type of thing. As you said, no one drew my interest. So, it just became me and Bob.”

“Who is Bob?” His frown of confusion caused me to raw in laughter. “You don’t have any pets.”

I do have pets. Eris and Mowgli are my babies. He just doesn’t know it yet.

“Bob is in my nightstand draw. It’s all black and has five different vibrating settings on it.”

That’s something that I only share when I’ve had a few drinks in me and my initiate life is in the middle of the floor for discussion. I don’t know where I found the comfort to blurt that out to him so comfortably but now that I have, not only is it hilarious but it’s nice to know how comfortable I’ve become with him. In the midst of what we’re building together despite any hesitance I’ve had, he’s genuinely my homie just as much.

“That’s interesting.” His eyes were still widened and his mouth was still slightly agape at the revelation. I know married women who still partake in self pleasure, so he’s not even about to burst my bubble over me making sure I’m handling the urges I do have.

“Uhm.” With another squeeze of my thigh, he normalized his face and stood to his feet. As his hand met the back of his neck, our eyes met and we instantly laughed at the flustered facial expression he wore. I didn’t intend to evoke that out of him, but it’s hilarious to see it.

“We have to get back to change for the game.”

“Change? What’s wrong with what I have on?”

“You’re not decked out in LSU colors, that’s what’s wrong.”

“Oh gosh. I am an NYU Violet. No Tigers gear for me.”

“An NYU what? NYU isn’t known for shit other than academics.”

“Excuse me? I’ll have you know that our fencing team is division one and has won thirty national championships.”

That may have been the funniest statement I’ve ever said to him. He laughed the entire walk back to the car and just about halfway back to the house. He even took it upon himself to make matters worse by Googling my alma mater’s sports history and rubbing in my face just how terrible all but the men’s cross country and women’s golf team is. Both our women’s and men’s fencing teams haven’t won titles since the seventies. What was I thinking bringing that up?

Because his laughter is so loveable, I even embarrassingly mentioned how I once considered joining the fencing team even though I didn’t have a lick of experience. That revelation was what brought the tears to his eyes. I’m pretty damn athletic. Well, I used to be. I would have picked up the basics quite easily. Mastered it? Now, I don’t know about that.

There was no way I’d be able to be along the sidelines with him nor would I be able to discreetly sit among the thousands of spectators celebrating their state team, so he set it up for me to enjoy the game in a Tiger Den Suite. I mentally prepared myself to be alone in here, but that wasn’t the case when I stepped inside. Instead, I was left to enjoy the company of mother and his three siblings.

The same Air Force 1 collaboration he gifted to the entire team, were donning all of our feet and his as well; well one of them. In the pictures that we took before he left out to go and stir up the crowd with his presence, we looked like a corny high school couple who deliberately matched our attire so that people would know we were together. While the photos will be nothing we can ever share, they’ll serve as nice keepsakes to be able to look back on at some point down the line.

In being here with his family, it’s a small reminder of the things that I’ve missed from my own. The manner in which Heather supports her children’s every endeavor is commendable. He no longer plays for this team and yet she’s still here dressed in their colors with his name running across the top of her back in pride for the legacy her oldest child left out there on the team’s home field. I’m willing to bet no matter what profession he chose for his life; she’d be just as prideful about it.

I’m not sure what my mother wants from me. I can’t even begin to pinpoint what I can do to make her proud and I’ve grown tired of trying to figure out what it could be beyond allowing her to control my decisions. She’s expressed that I should already know that she’s proud and if she weren’t, I’d surely hear it about it. I’d like her actions to match that. Whether she’s interested in what I like or not, it’s about the sacrifice for the sake of showing your children that they’re supported. If I’m blessed with kids, I intend to do that to the fullest extent.

“You and my brother are cute.”

“Huh?” I nearly choked on the half and half iced tea and lemonade I’ve been drinking. My eyes shifted over in Jasmyne’s direction. Though Sonny isn’t biologically her brother, it doesn’t stop her from treating him as if he is. He’s been on her lap the entire time we’ve been here.

“You two are cute.”

“Are we?” I asked such a dumbass question because I truly don’t know what to say. Do I confirm it? Do I deny him and downplay it all? How can I?

“Yeah. I can’t believe you like him. You’re so cool and my brother is not. Mom and I still don’t know how he pulled it off.” Our giggles were low and yet infectious. Her words were spoken like a true younger sibling. Both she and Kordell have no issue with teasing him and purposefully ganging up on him together. At some point, they’re going to teach Sonny, who views O as the best thing since sliced bread, to do the same thing.

“You two are hilarious.”

“If only I can tell my friends that he’s taken. I’d love to see the disappointment on their faces but most of all, it’ll make them stop talking about him. It’s so annoying.”

“Jazzy, you can’t…”

“I know, I know.” She cut me off. “I wouldn’t do that. He already spoke to me about it. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I don’t tell his business.” And here he and I are, putting people into positions to keep the secrecy of our connection secure. They’ll have to watch what they do and say in front of others for the sake of protecting something that they’re not technically apart of. It’s not fair when you really take a step back and think about it.

“He spoke to you?”

“Yeah, to all of us. He just said that you guys want to be private.” He made it sound so simple.

“But you know that you can reach out to me at any time for anything, right?”

“I can?” In an instant, her eyes lit up.

“Of course. Call or text me whenever.”

“Will do.”

Though I wasn’t alongside him, I could see and even feel the joy radiating from Beckham’s body as he engaged the crowd from the sidelines of the field. He hails Death Valley as the greatest place he’s ever played the game of football in and it shows tonight. Even with the medical boot on his foot, he’s been in and out of the crowd, dancing along to the sound of the band and taking selfies in different sections filled with students. He’d even gotten the band to perform a song and chant that’s been banned from all collegiate sporting events as his mother explained it. I’m sure whatever disciplinary actions or fine that are to follow due to his request will be properly paid for. It’s the least he can do. 

“So, what did you think?”

The city became ours. Inside of a blacked-out BMW with a playlist filled with songs R&B songs that were birthed in the nineties, we cruised the streets of the now simmered down city after a victorious win in Tiger Stadium.

“I see what you mean when you mention the energy being unmatched. There’s something different about it. I’m not sure what it is, but I get it.”

“I feel like the energy in Death Valley still surpasses any Saints game at the Superdome.”

“You’re biased.”

“So, what.”

“I’m not knocking it country boy. You can be biased.”

“Country boy? Oh, you got jokes Brooklyn girl? Or should I call you B? Son?”

“I love your accent though, it’s super cute.” He sucked his teeth at my teasing.

“You sounding super tough like Remy Ma is cute too.”

“First of all, Remy’s from Castle Hill. That’s in the Bronx. I’m from Brooklyn. Get that shit right, don’t be disrespectful.”

“See? Aggressive.”

“Shut up!” We both were amused. I don’t know why people think New Yorkers sound aggressive. It’s not even that. We don’t have time for the bullshit and our tones will let you know. That’s all.

“What’s this, your get laid playlist?” Ginuwine’s “Stingy” had been playing for a little under a minute and I’ve been fighting all of my urges to sing along to it. If I were in my car, I would have been having my own karaoke session going on.

“Nah. I usually have on trap music to get me amped up before the games but after them, I’ll throw on things that are more mellow. So, this is my chilling out playlist. Why? You don’t like it?”

“I love it.”

As soon as he brought the car to a full stop at a red light, he removed his seatbelt and leaned over to intertwine our lips. His addicting taste ignited the rage of fluttering that awakens within my core any time a part of him touches me. The grip his hand held on my inner thigh only further pre-worsened whatever salacious dream that I am sure to have when I close my eyes tonight or rather, this morning.

“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish.” My warning sounded foolish. If anything, I should be telling myself that.

“I’ll make you throw that Bob shit out. Try me.” His minty breath slithered up my nose as his lips wrapped around my bottom one. The seat of my panties dampened in an instant.

Shit.

[quicksilversquared]

How to Fake a Marriage: Chapter 48

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Adrien grinned as he glanced around the garden, all set up with chairs and flowers and other decorations. It had taken a little bit of searching to find a suitable garden in Paris that hosted private weddings and that had an opening on the date that they wanted, but he had to say that it had been well worth the effort. Chairs were set up neatly in rows to hold all of their guests, and evenly spaced poles pushed into the ground held up elegantly draped fabric and ribbons. There were a few flower arrangements here and there just for the extra pop, but for the most part the flowers already in the garden were enough.

"Quite the setup here," Chris said cheerfully from beside Adrien. The English pastor had been eager enough to come officiate for the when they asked, after Adrien remembered the pastor's joke about actually officiating Adrien and Marinette's wedding when they had had the prank photoshoot. Thankfully he did know French- that had been their main concern- and he had been planning on being in the area anyway for a pastor conference of some sort, so he had refused to let them pay for his plane tickets to and from Paris. "I take it you had a little more time to plan this time around?"

"Just a little," Adrien confirmed with a laugh. "Over a year instead of just a couple hours. Much more reasonable of a timetable."

On his other side, Nino rolled his eyes, unamused. Next to Nino, Ben was grinning in amusement. While he had been surprised by the news of Adrien's engagement to the woman that Adrien had sworn up and down that he wasn't dating, he had found the whole thing far funnier than Nino did.

(Or, rather, Ben found it funnier than Nino pretended to find it, because Nino was still pretending to be exasperated by the whole thing. Adrien knew full well that he was amused, but Nino was just trying to hide it and pretend that he was actually disapproving.)

Paul, who had been even more amused by the whole fiasco, hadn't been able to make it to the wedding at all. He had had to use up his vacation time off for a family emergency back in February and it was still early enough in the year that he wasn't comfortable using up any of his remaining sick days in order to be able to make it to Paris. He had jokingly offered to have his sister come in his stead, but Adrien had declined the offer.

He really wasn't interested in dealing with Paul's sister again, not until she learned some serious boundaries.

Paul wasn't the only one of Adrien's friends not to make it to the wedding. Adrien and Marinette had agreed early on that it would be a better idea to not invite Chloe, even though she had been Adrien's oldest friend. They hadn't really been friends for years and in fact, Adrien had actually been avoiding her ever since his return. The one time he had spotted her, shortly after returning to Paris, she had tried to drape herself all over him and press a messy kiss to his cheek. He had told her off for it, because it was really uncomfortable and she was attracting stares, but she had simply waved his scolding off and latched onto his arm, tugging on it and trying to insist that they go on a date 'like old times'. Adrien had responded to that with a raised eyebrow and somewhat briskly informed Chloe that they had never dated and besides, he was engaged now.

(He supposed that he couldn't entirely blame her for not knowing yet; after all, news hadn't actually gotten out about Adrien and Marinette even though they had already gone out on several highly visible dates since their return. Part of it was that Paris' tabloids really didn't care about him, the other part was probably the fact that Adrien and Marinette really didn't do PDA and therefore people weren't as likely to pay attention to him. Still, Chloe should have known better than to invade his personal space like that.)

Chloe had had a meltdown at the news. They had been lucky that they were near the Grand Paris and Chloe's father could drag her off before she attracted too much attention from passerbys. Adrien had dashed off as Mr. Bourgeois and a handful of hotel staff restrained the screeching Chloe, and he had had to unfriend and block Chloe online (and after a stream of ticked-off texts had flooded his phone, he blocked her there, too. Marinette had done the same).

Mr. Bourgeois had offered Adrien his congratulations later (though he looked a little strained; Adrien suspected that he still had to hear Chloe complaining about how unfair it all was every day) and then had shuffled Chloe off on a cruise that would run over Adrien and Marinette's wedding date, partly to distract her and partly so she wouldn't try to interrupt the wedding. Chloe had apparently resisted a bit, until she was told that there would be all sorts of young, rich, single actors and businesspeople on the cruise. Then she had been thrilled to go.

Adrien suspected that she was going to try to send him all sorts of selfies of herself with the assorted men she met, in an attempt to try to make him jealous. He still hadn't unblocked her number, though, and he wasn't sure how long it would take for her to catch on to that.

"Adrien, the guests are going to be arriving soon," Nathalie informed him, appearing suddenly at his side. "It's time to get back to the prep room. Everything is ready out here."

With one last glance around, Adrien followed her, with Chris and Nino and Ben close behind him. He spotted Mr. Dupain chatting with one of the garden workers near the building where Marinette was currently getting ready and where Adrien was meant to be freshening up in a separate room. His own father also stood nearby, looking somewhat irritated.

Adrien suspected that it was probably because he had run off to check on how the set-up in the garden was doing. He knew that he should have trusted the staff and the decorators to do their job, but, well...

He wanted everything to be perfect for his Lady, so sue him.

The exasperated look that Mr. Agreste sent his son confirmed Adrien's suspicions, and Adrien gave his father an only slightly sheepish shrug before following Chris and his friends back into their assigned room. The three of them sat down, but Adrien couldn't keep still. He fidgeted and fiddled with his Miraculous as he tried not to pace.

(He knew that it was ridiculous to be anxious- it wasn't as though Marinette was suddenly going to change her mind about marrying him and that was the most important part of the whole thing, and being married was really more of a legal thing than an all-altering day in their relationship (and they had already done the civil ceremony two days prior), but still. Try telling that to his nerves. He was still worried that something would go wrong- that fangirls would crash the wedding, that clouds would appear out of nowhere and rain out the wedding, that Alya or Nathalie would try to kill him at the reception since Alix was going to play a compilation of the recordings that she had made them take of the reactions to their engagement announcement.

Adrien was especially worried about that last bit. Alix had promised to behave and Marinette had sworn that she would listen to it before it was played so that nothing offensive slipped in, but still.)

As he finally gave in and started pacing, Adrien thought back over the year since he and Marinette had returned to Paris. He had settled into his job at the lab quickly enough, and boy was it ever nice to be able to do Physics in French again. Marinette had continued looking for designer positions, but there hadn't been any openings at any of the studios she was interested in. Instead of applying to a company temporarily until she could find a better fit, she had focused full-time on commissions for a couple months until Nino had recommended her for a position as costume designer for a movie that he was doing the soundtrack for. She had enjoyed it, and once again her amazing creativity had shown through as she produced absolutely spectacular pieces. She was still trying to get a normal designer position, though, because it would be more constant work and a regular paycheck.

Adrien didn't blame her. Still, watching the costumes come to life in the second bedroom (turned into Marinette's design space and sewing room) in their apartment had been amazing. Each outfit had taken several entire days to make, a couple taking over a week, and the level of detail was breathtaking.

"The guests are arriving," Nino reported from where he was standing by the window. "Oh, those people must be from London. I don't recognize them."

Adrien glanced over, pulled out of his own thoughts. "I thought you met the London crew last night at dinner?"

"That was just Marinette's witnesses- and you, of course," Nino added to Ben and Chris. "And Madam Rosalie, too. Were there any others you invited?"

Adrien had to think about it for a second, and then it clicked. "Oh, right! There were a few more of Marinette's coworkers, and then a couple past coworkers as well. That was it."

"Did you invite the entire company?"

Adrien had to laugh. "No, mostly just Marinette's team, for the most part. And then there were a couple people that she worked with outside of her team that she invited, but I don't think they could make it. But we were there for three years, you know. We made a lot of connections."

The look Nino gave him told Adrien that yes, Nino remembered that very well. Adrien grinned.

"So, has this dweeb here remembered to tell you guys anything about the city?" Nino asked, turning to Ben and Chris. "Have you been here before?"

"I visited back when there was a supervillain problem," Ben volunteered. "That was pretty scary, but pretty cool at the same time. My parents wanted to go somewhere else in France, since we still wanted to visit but they thought it would be dangerous. But we finally decided to just pop into Paris for a couple days, to hit up the tourist spots and then move on."

As Ben tried to describe the akumas he had seen to Nino and a puzzled Chris, Adrien had to grin as he thought back to the reaction Alya had had when she realized that Ladybug and Chat Noir were back in Paris. They hadn't gone out at first, of course- they had waited nearly a month after returning for good before venturing out and doing a very visible run around the city. Their runs had been almost daily for a bit as they relished in the feeling of being able to flip and fly and be visible again, then had settled down to every other day.

(The superhero exercise had made it very easy for him and Marinette to get right back into shape again, which was lovely. Adrien hadn't even known that he had missed the lean muscles he had developed as a superhero until they started reappearing again.)

Alya had been thrilled. She had "managed" to wave them down (not very difficult, really, once Adrien and Marinette heard about her efforts from Nino and shifted their "patrol" route to go right past Nino and Alya's apartment several times in a row) and tell them a bit more about what she had learned on her trip.

Adrien was pretty sure that they had made her day by telling her that yes, they had watched every one of her vlogs. They had made her day even more when, several months later, they decided to announce their engagement as superheroes via a photo submitted through the Ladyblog.

(They had used a ring that Adrien had "borrowed" during one of his last photoshoots so that no one would recognize it as Marinette's, just to be safe.)

Adrien grinned to himself as he thought about what Alya's reaction would be to knowing that she was in Ladybug's wedding. It had been the talk of the city ever since their engagement announcement, and Alya had even brought the topic up during slow periods in their wedding planning. She wondered if there would be any nods to them being Ladybug and Chat Noir in their wedding, as a kind of inside joke for them and any of their family and friends who might know their secret.

(Adrien and Marinette had decided on some very vague references in their vows and decided to keep it at that. There was no point in being too obvious and risking letting Alya in on the secret mid-ceremony. She hadn't killed them for keeping their dating and engagement a secret, but it was very, very likely that she would make an attempt on their lives if she figured out their secret identities.)

"There's actually a decent number of guests," Nino said with some measure of surprise, pulling Adrien out of his thoughts. "I would have thought that people wouldn't trust you enough to come, after the stunts you pulled."

Adrien couldn't help the snort that escaped. Nino really wasn't far off with the whole trust thing- a solid third of the RSVPs that he and Marinette had gotten back had had variations of "this better not be a joke this time you jerks" scribbled on them, and they had spent a fair bit of time right after their engagement and after invites went out responding to calls and messages from their friends, wanting to know if it was real this time.

It was pretty funny, really, and was a good bit of comic relief when Adrien had still been trying to persuade his father that yes, he was done with the modeling now and when he and Marinette had been spending all of their free time trying to turn their new apartment into a proper home.

"So what are you guys doing after the wedding?" Ben asked, curious. "I mean, does anything really change? I'm just wondering, because you're the first people I know that are my age to get married and you already live together and whatnot."

"More bling on the fingers," Nino offered. "And they're actually having their honeymoon right away, so there's that."

Adrien laughed at that. "Honestly? Not much. But once we get back from their honeymoon, we'll be going right to an animal shelter near us to pick up a cat that we've had our eyes on. They agreed to hold her for us, because we didn't want to pick her up and get her settled at home only to have to find someone to cat-sit while we're gone." They had planned to get a cat as soon as they were settled into their new apartment, but then there had been too much going on for them to spend the time house-training a cat or making their apartment cat-safe. Marinette had teased him about wanting a dog instead, until Adrien and Plagg's combined kitten eyes made her give up, giggling all the while.

(She didn't really want a dog, he knew. But Marinette rarely let an opportunity to tease him go to waste.)

"They're going to turn into the weird cat people," Nino told Ben with a long-suffering sigh. "Alya and I had to talk them down from starting out with two cats. Neither of them have ever had a pet before."

Chris laughed. "Oh, boy. Two kittens at once? You'd be buried."

"We're planning on adopting one younger cat and one older one," Adrien explained. "We figured it would make sense to stagger them, so we don't have old cat vet bills for two cats at once. And we're going to have the one cat for a month or two before going to pick out a second one."

"So he does have some sense." Nino clapped him on his shoulder. "I was starting to think that you were just going a bit crazy with the freedom from your father and somehow dragged Marinette down with you."

"The staggered ages thing was her idea," Adrien grudgingly admitted. "I would have been fine with two tiny kittens using me as a climbing pole."

"It's time for you guys to head out, Adrien!" Nathalie called, and Adrien turned to see her standing there, one eye on her watch. "Marinette will be out shortly."

Adrien was out the door in a flash, leaving Ben and Nino chuckling behind him. Adrien tried to slow his walk up the aisle down a little so that he wasn't speedwalking, but he wasn't sure that he had actually succeeded.

So maybe he was a little eager. But Adrien had a gorgeous woman waiting for him, and honestly? He didn't want to wait another minute.

The music started, and Adrien took a moment to reflect on how similar yet different this wedding was to their fake one. The gardens were very similar (though perhaps a botanist would disagree), but this time there were rows of chairs filled with their family and friends. Their wedding party was wearing similar outfits, though this time it was their friends wearing them, not people who were pretty much strangers to Adrien. Pastor Chris and Sarah and Abbey (and Madam Rosalie) were there again, but this time they had their Paris friends present as well.

And Marinette might have been styled practically the same as the first time around, Adrien noted as she appeared at the back of the garden, but this time, she was practically glowing as she floated up the aisle in her gorgeous blue dress towards him with her father escorting her. Tom handed her off to Adrien with a grin, and Adrien grinned back before turning to Marinette with a softer smile.

He was so, so in love with this woman, and it didn't matter if some people thought that he was being too obvious about it. As long as Marinette knew, that was what mattered.

Marinette squeezed his hand and Adrien grinned at her, and then they turned as one to Pastor Chris. He beamed at them, and then started the ceremony.

And this time around, it was undeniably different. Adrien wasn't a frustrated just-barely-an-adult trying to pull a prank on his father and so, so nervous that it would backfire on him. Marinette wasn't just a really good friend that had agreed to go along with his prank. The photographs that were being taken were candid, rather than carefully crafted to make things look realistic. He could see Tikki peeking out of Marinette's bouquet, beaming as they recited their vows, and Adrien knew that Plagg was alert in his own suit, watching proudly even if he tried to deny it. Most importantly of all, there was a distinct energy running through the air that hadn't been there during the prank, hard to describe but weighty, making the whole event feel more important and significant.

And of course, when Adrien dipped Marinette for their first kiss as husband and wife- well, this time, he gave into the temptation to introduce a little tongue.

Fin.

[gothify1]

The ultimate lash lineup.We could probably curl, comb, and mascara-swipe our lashes in our sleep. We try countless formulas weekly and have pretty high standards as far as what we need from a sleek tube of inky black (or maroon or blue!) magic. Whether it's curl, volume, length, or a majestic mixture of all three, we strive for lashes that look like their best, most-fluttery selves 24/7—or at least when we're wearing makeup. We're not sure how many buzzy formulas we've tried in 2019 alone, but between new to us and new new mascaras, there have been a lot—some of which have made our lash goals soar and some that have fallen flat. So, we're dishing up the dish and sharing our favorites right here and right now. Ahead, I'm sharing the mascara formulas I found and fell in love with this year in addition to the standout formulas that impressed the hell out of some of my fellow co-workers at WWW HQ. Looking for your next mascara PIC? You've come to the right place. Keep scrolling for the best mascaras money can buy right now sorted strategically by goal: length, volume, or curl. This is one of the buzziest new mascaras on the market, and after finally trying it in 2019, I completely understand why. Never has a mascara application been faster or more efficient. With just a few strategic strokes, my lashes looked infinitely longer (like extensions!) with zero smudging, clumping, or flakes. Plus, the formula features the brand's signature Flake-Free Tubing Technology in addition to its special Orchid Stem Cell Complex, which together, do a dang good job of keeping lashes defined, hydrated, and epically curled all day long. I first saw this mascara when my ultimate beauty hero and makeup muse, French makeup artist Violette, began using it regularly during her tutorials. Her lashes looked impossible fanned, long, and defined, and I wanted in on the magic. Folks, this mascara did not disappoint, and I've been carrying it with me everywhere I go—even during this crazy season of travel! I always think the phrase "bedroom eyes" is kind of cringe-y and cliché, but this mascara really delivers just that. Associate Beauty Editor Courtney Higgs and I both agree that Glossier's Lash Slick mascara should honestly surpass Boy Brow as the brand's best product of all time. If you love natural, curled, fluttery, long lashes that are perfectly defined, there honestly is not a better option on the market right now. Plus, it's only $16, so there's that. Oh, and although it's not waterproof, it IS water-resistant so you don't have to worry about smudging or wear-off. Courtney and I were both intrigued about trying this mascara since we love Lorac, and the formula came highly recommended from one of our favorite celebrity makeup artists, Kelsey Deenihan. And, drumroll, we're obsessed. It's virtually impossible to create even the smallest of clumps thanks to the size and shape of the brush, and it instantly makes lashes look about twice the length with expert separation to boot. I'll be the first to admit that prior to trying this mascara from W3ll People, I had a track record of giving all-natural formulas the side-eye. That said, this is one of the best volumizing mascaras I've ever tried, and not just within the natural and non-toxic genre. It has the prettiest inky black color that makes your lashes look lush, full, long, and all-around dreamy. In major beauty news this year, Too Faced dropped its first-ever mascara following the brand's icon status formula, Better Than Sex. My personal opinion? Damn Girl! is even better. The packaging is hot as heck, the finish lasts up to 24 hours, and the formula is chock-full of amazing technology, Whipped Melting Waxes for ultimate layering capability, Lash Suspension Polymers for lift and curl, and Hydrophilic Black for ridiculously inky, fluttery black lashes. I kept seeing makeup artists use this cult-loved volumizing mascara from Chanel, so I finally gave it a go and tried it earlier this year. Since my lashes are long and straight, I typically run into issues with volumizing formulas making my lashes look droopy and clumpy. However, this one from Chanel is one of the few exceptions. I do suggest using an eyelash curler pre-mascara swipe, but despite making lashes look believable fuller, they also stayed lifted and perfectly curled. This is one of those holy-grail makeup items everyone needs to try in their life—the results don't disappoint! A fellow beauty editor and dear friend of mine, Kaitlyn McLintock, is ultra picky about the mascara formulas she uses. When I asked her what mascaras she tried this year that she would deem "absolutely life-changing," she named this buzzy formula from Grande Cosmetics "the best mascara for volume ever." Oh, and not only that, but it also encourages your actual lashes to live their best, longest life thanks to a luxe blend of peptides, panthenols, and natural waxes to nurture each and every hair. If you seek, plump, lush, soft lashes, Laura Mercier's Caviar tube is a game changer. It offers a really flattering glossy finish that keeps lashes soft and butterfly-kiss friendly (no icky stiffness here!) while also creating high-impact, length, and density. There are lots of naughtily named mascaras out there (Better Than Sex, Climax, I could go on and on), yet it's this super-cheeky tube from Stila (one of my all-time favorite makeup brands ever) that got—and held—my attention this year. The name doesn't lie—this formula is surprisingly lightweight and non-clumping while delivering major curl and lash hold. Another fun fact? It contains one-percent diamond power for a true jet-black color payoff and long-term lash-conditioning benefits. One of our beauty-loving copywriters here at WWW HQ says this budget-friendly mascara from Maybelline is one of the best she's ever tried and was a major standout this year in terms of her top makeup pick. "I know I'm late, but because it's wax-based, this mascara ACTUALLY holds the curl all day and makes your lashes look super long and extension-like." My new roomie (and fellow WWW social media editor) Stephanie Limiti recently turned me onto her favorite mascara, which just so happens to be one of the best curling and lifting mascaras of all time—no seriously, I don't know how it took me so long to try it! Inspired by hair rollers, it features a patent-pending Hook ‘n’ Roll brush with teeny tiny custom-designed hooks to catch, lift, and curl every single lash. The application will also last for 12 hours and features lash-living ingredients like provitamin B5 to keep everything in fighting shape. Kevyn Aucoin is one of the rare makeup brands that literally does not make one produt (not one!) that I don't love and recommend. (But really, I should buy stock in the brand.) Thus, even though I was expecting to love its curling mascara, I didn't expect to love it THIS much. It stays put all day and night—sans smudges and flakes—and boasts a protein-based formula that the brand says virtually "shrink-wraps" onto each and every lash as it dries for a separated, thick and curled finish. Truly, it's amazing. Sure, the brush might look a tad scary on this curling mascara from YSL, but it does the job and it does the job well. It has amazing ingredients like coconut, walnut leaf, and bamboo oils to keep lashes conditioned, long, and glossy while also giving crazy curl and definition.  Up next, 3 Holiday Hair Looks You Can Do in Fewer Than 5 Steps

[theconservativebrief]

When she was in the Senate, Carol Moseley Braun got used to having her clothing scrutinized.

She remembers one incident in particular, she told Vox. “Women’s Wear Daily had me on its cover — actually a picture of my butt,” she said, “and it said, ‘this is what a Chanel sweater set should not look like.’”

From left to right, Sens. Barbara Boxer, Susan Collins, Olympia Snowe, Carol Moseley Braun, Kay Bailey Hutchison, Barbara Mikulski, Mary Landrieu, and Dianne Feinstein in 1997. CQ Roll Call via Getty Images

Women in politics “are held to a different standard across the board” than men when it comes to dress, said Moseley Braun, who represented Illinois in the Senate from 1993 to 1999. And it hasn’t necessarily changed much since she was a senator.

In November, writer Eddie Scarry of the conservative Washington Examiner made headlines (and spawned countless memes) when he tweeted a photograph of Rep.-elect Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, the New York City Democrat, with the caption, “that jacket and coat don’t look like a girl who struggles.”

Eddie Scarry’s tweet, now deleted. Twitter

As Gaby del Valle of Vox’s The Goods pointed out, Scarry was trying to cast doubt on Ocasio-Cortez’s working-class bona fides. (He later claimed he was merely “suggesting the incoming congresswoman looked well put together.”) But it’s hard to imagine the same tweet aimed at a man.

Scarry’s comments were just the latest in a long history. Ever since women started running for office in the United States, their clothing choices have been judged and dissected, receiving much more criticism than male politicians’ attire ever gets.

Sometimes, they’ve been subjected to rules their male colleagues didn’t have to worry about; when Moseley Braun was elected, for instance, women weren’t supposed to wear pants on the Senate floor. At other times, the media and the public have focused on women politicians’ clothing at the expense of their ideas.

It’s possible to talk about the clothing of women in politics without reverting to misogyny — after all, clothes can be an important means of self-expression for people of all genders. What’s more, women politicians sometimes send messages with their clothes, as when Democratic women wore black to the State of the Union address earlier this year.

Members of Congress wearing black in solidarity with the #MeToo and Time’s Up movements during the State of the Union address on January 30, 2018. Brendan Smialowski/AFP/Getty Images

The problem comes in when the media or the public focuses on clothes in ways that belittle or demean the women wearing them, or when women are held to standards of dress or appearance that don’t apply to men. Both excessive media coverage of women politicians’ clothing and restrictive rules governing it are signs of a bigger problem: American politics remains dominated by men, and women are still treated like outsiders.

The first women member of Congress, Jeannette Rankin (R-MT), took office in 1917. Right away, her clothes became a topic of conversation. A Washington Post headline proclaimed, “Congresswoman Rankin Real Girl; Likes Nice Gowns and Tidy Hair.” According to the Post, Rankin was “thoroughly feminine—from her charmingly coiffed swirl of chestnut hair to the small, high and distinctively French heels. She is given to soft and clinging gowns, and, according to her own confession, is very fond of moving pictures.”

As a blog post at the House’s History, Art & Archives website notes, the article was typical of coverage of early congresswomen, whose looks and dress often received outsized attention. Rep. Katherine Langley, who represented Kentucky in the late 1920s and early 1930s, for instance, was criticized for dressing too colorfully. “She offends the squeamish by her unstinted display of gypsy colors on the floor and the conspicuousness with which she dresses her bushy blue-black hair,” one reporter wrote.

Rep. Jeannette Rankin, circa 1917. Library of Congress via Getty Images

Rep. Jeannette Rankin, circa 1918. Bettmann Archive via Getty Images

Some of the focus on Rankin’s clothing “possibly stemmed from the fact that reporters and editors, lacking the ability to discuss her on the merits of a prior legislative record, wrote of the Montanan largely in the only terms they knew how—treating her as a society page subject,” the post states. “Some descriptions may have had less innocent motives, however, as not-so-subtle attempts to delegitimize the first woman elected to Congress before she ever stepped foot in the House.”

Early women senators sometimes faced similar scrutiny of their attire. Hattie Caraway (D-AR), who in 1932 became the first woman to be elected to the Senate, commented in interviews and in her diary that “the public seemed to be rather obsessed with what she wore,” said Betty Koed, the historian of the Senate. She typically wore simple, comfortable clothing, and “it was a frustration for her that they tended to focus a lot on her dress,” Koed said.

Sen. Hattie Caraway (R-AR), the first woman elected to serve as a US senator, circa 1932. UIG via Getty Images

Sen. Margaret Chase Smith (R-ME), circa 1957. Bettmann Archive via Getty Images

In 1957, when then-Sen. Margaret Chase Smith (R-ME) became one of the first women to fly faster than the speed of sound, one of the first things a Los Angeles Times reporter mentioned was her outfit, Koed pointed out — “a bright orange flight suit and high-heeled pumps,” according to the paper. The reporter also wrote that Smith “waved like a little girl on a bus ride” as the jet taxied down the runway, using the same infantilizing language Ocasio-Cortez would face decades later.

The disproportionate fixation on women politicians’ clothing continues today — and it’s not just Ocasio-Cortez. Political cartoons often portray women in revealing or otherwise inappropriate clothing, Koed noted. A 2011 cartoon poking fun at Rep. Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) for taking an expensive vacation depicted her in a T-shirt and bikini bottom. Another cartoon, from 2009, showed Pelosi with a lacy undergarment bunched below her dress and labeled “liar.” “Your slip is showing,” a man whispered in her ear.

In 2008, vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin faced criticism after Politico reported that the Republican National Committee had spent more than $150,000 on clothes and accessories for her and her family. As Patrick Healy and Michael Luo noted at the New York Times, the expense was seen as conflicting with her image as “an average ‘hockey mom,’” even though advisers said it wasn’t her decision to buy the clothes.

A 2010 Vanity Fair story about the controversy noted that aides initially cut price tags off the clothes to hide the cost from Palin — still, the article was titled, “Sarah Palin’s Shopping Spree.”

A delegate waits for Sarah Palin’s speech during the Republican National Convention on September 3, 2008. Dina Rudick/The Boston Globe via Getty Images

Hillary Clinton, meanwhile, has been routinely criticized for wearing pantsuits. Even Project Runway’s Tim Gunn joined in, saying in 2011, “Why must she dress that way? I think she’s confused about her gender.”

Women politicians of color, meanwhile, may face disproportionate criticism because of both race and gender. Moseley Braun, the first black woman elected to the Senate, recalled sparking controversy when by wearing her hair in braids. As with the pantsuit, she found the criticism somewhat ridiculous: “I spent a lot of time getting my hair done, and I thought I looked really nice,” she said.

Sens. Carol Moseley Braun (D-IL), Nancy Kassebaum (R-KS), and Kay Bailey Hutchison (R-TX), together on “Take your Daughter to Work Day,” on April 27, 1995. Maureen Keating/CQ Roll Call via Getty Images

Later, she found that she had blazed a trail for others. Two women were fired from a McDonald’s for wearing braids, she said, “and their defense became, the United States senator is wearing her hair like this, so why can’t we?”

“I’m not sorry about any of it,” she said.

In addition to media scrutiny, women in politics have also had to contend with rules that affect them and not their male colleagues. Until the 1990s, an “unwritten rule” dictated that women could not wear pants on the Senate floor, Koed said. That changed in 1993, after Moseley Braun, unaware of the rule, wore “a very nice Armani pantsuit” to work, the former senator said.

“It was kind of shocking to me at the time that there would be this unwritten rule that women had to wear dresses,” Moseley Braun said. “What century is this?”

The same year, Sens. Barbara Mikulski (D-MD) and Nancy Kassebaum (R-KS) decided to challenge the rule by wearing pants and instructing women staffers to do the same, according to Nia-Malika Henderson at the Washington Post. After that, women wearing pants in the Senate became commonplace.

Rep. Barbara Mikulski (D-MD) discussing domestic violence legislation at the York Street Center on August 31, 1978. Dave Buresh/The Denver Post via Getty Images

But that didn’t mean women’s wardrobe struggles were over. In 2017, women reporters were kicked out of the speaker’s lobby outside the House chamber, according to CBS, because of a purported ban on sleeveless dresses there and on the House floor.

Like the Senate pants rule, this one was unwritten — and, as CBS noted, it was somewhat inconsistently enforced.

Soon after the reporters’ ouster made news, Rep. Martha McSally (R-AZ) challenged the sleeve requirement directly, appearing in a sleeveless dress and telling her House colleagues, “I’m standing here in my professional attire, which happens to be a sleeveless dress and open-toed shoes.”

Rep.-elect Ilhan Omar (D-MN, bottom row, center) is one of the first Muslim women elected to Congress. Mandel Ngan/AFP/Getty Images

Meanwhile, Rep.-elect Ilhan Omar, one of the first Muslim women elected to Congress, has co-authored a proposal with Pelosi and Rep. Jim McGovern (D-MA) to create an exception to the House’s 181-year-old ban on hats. Their proposal would allow religious headwear, meaning Omar could wear a headscarf to work.

“No one puts a scarf on my head but me,” she tweeted in November. “It’s my choice — one protected by the first amendment.”

Talking about women politicians’ clothing doesn’t have to be sexist. After all, clothing is an important part of self-presentation, and choosing clothes is something some (though by no means all) people enjoy. People in public life, politicians included, typically put a lot of thought into what they wear, and their decisions often have a deeper meaning.

Sometimes women “use their appearance for very political ends,” said Kelly Dittmar, an assistant professor of political science at Rutgers University and co-author of the book A Seat at the Table: Congresswomen’s Perspectives on Why Their Representation Matters. For example, when Hillary Clinton wore white, a reference to the women’s suffrage movement, to President Donald Trump’s inauguration, “that was purposeful,” Dittmar said. “She wanted people to cover that.”

Former Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton arrives with former President Bill Clinton to President Trump’s inauguration on January 20, 2017. Alex Wong/Getty Images

Talking about clothes and appearance isn’t necessarily frivolous. Take, for example, Soraya Nadia McDonald’s analysis of the semiotics of Michelle Obama’s book cover photo. The image, including Obama’s hairstyle and clothing choice, “places Obama within the tradition of American first ladies while also projecting her individuality,” McDonald writes. In 2006, Washington Post writer Robin Givhan won a Pulitzer for her fashion criticism, including a close reading of a pair of boots worn by then-Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice.

Meanwhile, male politicians’ clothes and grooming have occasionally become the subject of conversation. Bill Clinton and John Edwards were both criticized for receiving expensive haircuts. Paul Ryan has been routinely ribbed for his baggy suits — in 2012, Cathy Horyn of the New York Times compared him to “Tom Hanks in ‘Big’ when he becomes a kid again.”

President Barack Obama’s allegiance to blue and gray suits became famous; when he deviated from his usual wardrobe, wearing a tan suit, he was the target of outrage, with Rep. Peter King (R-NY) arguing that his color choice showed he didn’t care about foreign policy.

President Barack Obama speaks with the press regarding ISIL and immigration reform on August 28, 2014. Getty Images

Men have also fallen afoul of congressional dress norms. Earlier this year, Koed recalls, Sen. Richard Burr arrived for a vote in summer clothes and had to cast his vote from the Senate cloakroom.

But these instances are the exception, not the rule. The problem with the way we talk about clothing in politics is a problem of inequality; women politicians have generally faced more scrutiny over their appearance than men have, Dittmar said. And that disparity reveals a fundamental problem with the way we see women in government today.

Throughout history, clothing has been front and center in coverage of women politicians in a way it hasn’t for men — sometimes, as in the case of Caraway, threatening to obscure their ideas. In part, women’s clothing gets more attention because women’s options are more varied than men’s — “it’s not just another suit,” as Dittmar puts it. But partly it’s because women still struggle “to be taken seriously as elected officials,” she said.

Things haven’t changed that much since the days of Jeannette Rankin. “There’s a continuing lack of comfort,” as Koed put it, with “women in positions of power.” So the media and the public fall back on what they are comfortable with: critiquing women’s appearance.

Both media coverage of women’s appearance and congressional rules around women’s dress are a symptom of something bigger, Dittmar noted: the fact that women still aren’t completely welcome in the halls of government.

Most of the rules for dress in Congress primarily affect women, Dittmar explained. That shows that “this is not an institution in which the rules were written with women in mind,” she said.

Reps.-elect Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, (D-NY), Debbie Mucarsel-Powell, (D-FL), Abby Finkenauer, (D-IA), Sharice Davids, (D-KS), Haley Stevens, (D-MI), and other members of the incoming freshman class, pose for a photo on November 14, 2018. Tom Williams/CQ Roll Call

When women politicians are criticized for their clothes, then, it’s about more than the cut or cost of a garment. It’s often a reminder that, in a fundamental way, they don’t belong. Equality wouldn’t mean total silence on the subject of women’s clothing. It would mean both men’s and women’s clothing would be discussed as just one part of their self-presentation as leaders.

In a time when a congresswoman’s nondescript black jacket and coat can inspire mockery, that kind of equality can seem out of reach. But more so than in the past, women are pushing back against coverage of their clothing that they see as sexist, Dittmar said — just as they’ve been more willing to respond aggressively to other types of sexism.

After Scarry’s tweet, Ocasio-Cortez tweeted that the reason journalists “can’t help but obsess about my clothes” was because “women like me aren’t supposed to run for office — or win.”

The reason journos from @FoxNews to @dcexaminer can’t help but obsess about my clothes, rent, or mischaracterize respectful convos as “fights” is bc as I’ve said, women like me aren’t supposed to run for office – or win.

& that’s exactly why the BX and Queens sent me here. https://t.co/t7VBLuyZK3

— Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (@Ocasio2018) November 16, 2018

Around the same time, Ocasio-Cortez also tweeted that she was being repeatedly mistaken for a spouse or intern rather than a rising member of Congress. Her message, Dittmar said, is that “these are the challenges that women face every day in male-dominated spaces and I’m calling them out as I see them.”

For her part, Moseley Braun says she’s not surprised Ocasio-Cortez faced criticism over her clothing. When it comes to gender equality, we like to think “we have made so much progress,” she said, when “the fact of the matter is that on some level, we have really progressed only incrementally.”

But she’s optimistic for the future. “I think the young women are going to make the difference,” she said, “because they’re not having it.”

Former senator and Democratic presidential candidate Carol Moseley Braun (D-IL), speaks at the California Democratic Party State Convention in Sacramento, California, on March 16, 2003. Joe Jaszewski/Getty Images

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If We Can’t Prove It, Can It Still Be Scientific?

Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind.

Albert Einstein

Most people in America at one time or another have a weird experience, which might be labeled psychic, mystical or miraculous. It could be an uncanny UFO citing, an undeniable case of telepathy or an experience with a psychoactive drug, such as DMT, where you see creatures that aren’t supposed to be “there.”

However, most of us are uncomfortable talking about them for fear of being ridiculed as “unscientific.” For example, you are thinking of a long lost friend you haven’t seen in decades who has no way to know where you are right now. Suddenly, she calls you at that exact moment out of the blue.

What is foolish about discussing strange experiences?​

Scientism Is Not Science

Scientism is the uncritical belief in science as having all the answers and as the sole means of finding truth. In its own way, it is every bit as fanatical as religious fundamentalism; nevertheless, it is often condoned in academic circles.

Scientism is based upon the centuries-long tradition of rational empiricism that sought to debunk all forms of superstition, such as how many angels can dance on a pinhead. Rational empiricism held that if you can’t see it, hear it, touch it, taste it or smell it, for the purposes of science, it is unreal and can be discounted.

Science, itself, is any systematic, structured inquiry based upon observation and collaboration. The observation need not be based upon precise measurement, if not practical or convenient. It also doesn’t necessarily need to be repeatable. For example, earthquakes, which can be studied scientifically, are not exactly repeatable. Each earthquake is unique.​

Science Is More Than the Scientific Method

The scientific method is based upon experimentation and careful observation, with painstaking record keeping and published results. The English word “experiment” is actually translated “experience” in French. It is an experiential method of prediction. If I do this, then that will happen.

The scientific method is all about testing an idea or hypothesis, and seeing if it actually works out under laboratory conditions. What happens will either confirm or disprove the hypothesis. What happens should be repeatable and verifiable by third parties. Successful experiments are written and published in scientific journals, both in print and on the Internet.

The scientific enterprise has taken great inspiration from the experimental approach, but extends beyond it. For example, in evolutionary theory, most of the development studied presumably happened millions of years ago. You can’t actually observe that progress in present time; you must base it upon evidence, such as carbon dating. (Exceptions can be made for studying species with very short lifespans).​

Scientists Are Human Beings

You will find tens of millions of scientists all around the world. Physicists, alone, number over four million. Contrary to the stereotype, many of them are deeply religious or spiritual, and more than a few have been extraordinary mystics. One need only think of the early quantum physicists, such as Bohr, Heisenberg and Schrodinger. Niels Bohr actually put the Tai Chi symbol on his coat of arms.

To regard scientists as authorities is dangerous to both science and the truth, every bit as risky as taking everything a Pope says without question. Richard Dawkins, the most colorful scientist of this stripe, has launched a global crusade against all forms of religion, considering it primitive superstition with his book, The God Delusion. Dawkins’ dogmatism jeopardizes the credibility of his own brilliant research. Ironically, his religious atheism suggests he has deep religious convictions he is futilely attempting to exorcise. If you truly believe in something, you need not go around proving it.​

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True scientists are distinguished by a profound sense of humility, as well as awe-inspired wonder about the Universe. The great Carl Sagan comes to mind, who, although an atheist, was passionate about the beauty and perfection of nature. Most scientists are highly reluctant to pontificate beyond their own experience. Matthew Fox, a distinguished Episcopalian theologian refers to scientists as yoga practitioners, with yoga viewed as a way to unite with the Creator.

Science Offers No Proof, Only Probability

Mathematics is based upon abstract theorems capable of “proof.” This is a definitional truth having nothing to do with external conditions. For example, 1 + 1 is always 2. Never does 1 + 1 equal 3. That is how we have defined the symbols. As the great philosopher, Immanuel Kant put it; it is “a priori.” Mathematics exists prior to anything we see in the outside world.

While science uses math extensively, especially in the physical sciences, such as physics and chemistry, it never uses the term “proof,” because it is always based upon observation. It deals with a world of uncertainty based upon probability. No experiment “proves” a hypothesis. It demonstrates a principle or offers evidence for a theory.

Thus, if you have an out-of-the-body experience (OBE) or near death experience (NDE), science can never “prove” that this is impossible, false or an illusion. Your own experience can be considered evidence. It is noteworthy that the Dalai Lama, who has been surrounded by prominent scientists for years, proposed in his book, The Universe in a Single Atom, a marriage between inner and outer science. Many Buddhist practices are profoundly experiential, even though they may not be strictly measurable.​

Quantum Physics Changed Science Forever

When scientists first began playing around with high-energy particles, it profoundly altered their notion of what was real, what was “out there.” The subatomic particles--protons, neutrons, electrons, as well as quarks and bosons--behaved in ways that utterly defied classical physics. For example, particles can flow from the present back into the past, and they can be several places at once.

With Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, gone was the idea that you could have a perfectly clean experience with observation totally independent of the phenomenon being observed. It was irreversibly recognized that the very process of observation impacts that which is observed. So you can never see a particle as it really is. Furthermore, it became increasingly apparent that the observer, the process of observation and the observed are all essentially one.​

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A subjective element crept into physics that could never be removed, no matter how meticulous the physicists were with their apparatus. They found that every observation caused a particle to suddenly “collapse” at a particular point. But they couldn’t tell both the speed and the position of the particle at the same time. You could identify one, or the other, but not both.

Objectivity Is a Noble Ideal

As the physicist, James Jeans, put it, “The universe begins to look more like a great thought than like a great machine.” Subjectivity is inherent in our very experience. The man with the white coat in the laboratory is every bit as subjective as you. The only way he can approach objectivity is to share his perspective with others, and look upon knowledge as a perpetual process.

Philosophically, science, along with logic and perception, deal with “tentative truth.” We are forever observing and structuring our knowledge through language. We share and compare our insights with others and gradually learn. We can never be certain about anything. If we walk across the street and no car appears, we take it on faith that we will make it across, but we never know until we have taken that last step.

Life is inherently uncertain and subjective. As Martin Luther put it, “[We] live by faith,” whatever our religious or philosophic background. While honoring our perception and reasoning, we must complement them with our feelings and intuition. Through our right brain, it is possible to receive a kind of revelation into Absolute Truth. Without personal revelation, Absolute Truth is infinitely far from us.​

Information Is Not Knowledge

In the last several decades, humanity has witnessed an explosion of data and information beyond anything previously conceivable. As the prophet Isaiah once put it, “The knowledge of God shall cover the earth as the waters of the sea.” We are going beyond terabytes into petabytes, exobytes and zettabytes. Google and Facebook work way overtime to keep up with the velocity of this information.

Raw information is, in itself, not knowledge. Knowledge is structure, well-organized information that is thought out, and put together much like leaves on a tree. It requires perspective, insight and interpretation. Knowledge must be curated to be of much value. Raw facts, by themselves, are rather empty.​

The information overload has reached the point where luminaries in the infosphere, such as Arianna Huffington, encourage people to actually switch off all their digital devices from time to time just to keep their sanity. True knowledge requires the guidance of our intuition, and intuition comes through walks by the seashore and closed-eyes meditation.

Knowledge Is Not Wisdom

We now enjoy a proliferation of knowledge well beyond data, information and facts, thanks to an array of learning venues on Facebook, YouTube, iTunes, TedX, Udemy and other sources, such as The Great Courses. You can hear professors in prestigious universities impart knowledge of every kind systematically free or for a nominal charge.

Yet, even the best teachers have a very hard time imparting wisdom to their students, which is inherently holistic, incorporating body, soul, mind and spirit. Wisdom comes with years of experience, trial and error, and many mistakes. It is housed in the great spiritual traditions, and generally requires some kind of inner discipline, whether religious or humanistic.

If we read the news media and watch what is happening in the world today, it is very clear that contemporary humanity has undervalued wisdom to its great detriment. Realizing this is a step toward healing, as you seek wisdom within and practice deep listening. As all the great masters throughout the ages have admonished us, “Seek, and you will find.”​

Stay True to Your Own Experience

The old paradigm of scientism, on the one hand, and fundamentalism, on the other, is beginning to loosen its grip on humanity, as both outlooks are distortions of the truth. Scientism is a caricature of true science and fundamentalism of true religion. They are with us longer than expected because of the dislocation, stress and profound uncertainty of global warming and an ever changing technology landscape.

Increasing numbers of people welcome the new paradigm, where consciousness is seen as the heart of reality. Both inner and outer science is welcomed with an open heart and mind. With millions of people disclosing their Near Death Experiences, the reality of spirit is increasingly difficult to deny.

You may still run into a friend, in or outside a university, who tries to put you down when you share a strange experience or two. Realize that many of these people have only a veneer of science, and have largely missed the point. As Einstein put it, “Science without religion is lame.” Reason and perception are no longer enough. The right brain is back, with both emotion and intuition informing our every thought, word and deed.

The next time you are about to be put down by a pseudoscientist who insists you prove it, ask him with a smile, “Have you ever heard of Werner Heisenberg? Nothing is as it appears to be!”​

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The Great State of Louisiana and get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mother's deathbed. Buck Mulligan bent down. Very very unfair! Nookshotten. I’m the only husband from whom they ever lifted them.

So exciting, big & over! God ild you. Give me my good name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of laugh and lie down. It's so French. I feel that the prince.

Vining held that the prince. Age has not a father can the son who has not been a highlight of my campaign manager and a secondbest, Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say and he will never forget!

All the rest of warm and brooding air. Thank you for fifty years, high taxes, radical regulation, and so seriously to try to get smart and protect our Nation, that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and you to my business, Cabinet picks and all countries, fight back? They are not to have a clue.

—I was going to say a good relationship with Russia is a tough business.

#MAGA I am the murdered father: your mother is the signature of his supporters, we have it rigged in favor of Hillary Clinton announce that she is Native American to get it! But perhaps I am the murdered father: your mother is the ghost of the cost of N.A.T.O.

Let me think.

He died so?

They took their country the U.S. Yes, Mr Dedalus?

Crooked Hillary will approve the job very difficult!

The third brother, Malik, just endorsed Crooked Hillary has been fighting ISIS, illegal immigration back into the discussion.

Eureka!

Come, Kinch.

Hillary Clinton.

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen said.

Just met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. Against steelworkers and miners.

His art, more than the Republicans!

Hillary said that I wanted it.

—The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a small one.

—A shrew, John Eglinton, frowning, said, which makes up stories and lies, and while many of these women.

Just what you are talking about?

—The most brilliant of all great men he is bawd and cuckold too but that he did not leave her his secondbest bed, clergyman's daughter.

Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and so badly, poverty and crime infested rather than others on the great border WALL will cost more than the Democratic National Committee had strong defense!

They make him welcome. One must be paid back by Mexico later! Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. BEST: I am watching Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who has faded into impalpability through death, speaking his own son merely but, being a grandfather, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz is incensed that I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night, Stephen began …—Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator.

You spent most of it as quickly and as best he could.

Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for nature, as prologue to the people of Guam!

Act speech.

Young Colum and Starkey.

Act will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics!

Telegram! … STEPHEN: He had a shrew to wife. Amazingly, with haste, quake, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the brains of men. Two pieces of silver he lent you when you were hungry? —The will to do for him, and backed Iraq War. Fatherhood, in The Tempest, in Israel, January 20th.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I too.

She is not a father?

Him Satan fleers, Mocker: And therefore when he says it, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing.

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to run a country is totally based on an accumulation of data, and e-mails. Disgraceful! —Eureka!

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

VOTE TRUMP! Stephen answered, are of all the help I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which is given to charity, and so seriously to try you. Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. The most brilliant of all great men and women that gave their lives for us an unhappy relation with the father.

The media is going on?

The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a drink.

Same old stuff, our American cousin. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the price of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

All those women saw their men down and under: Mary, her husband was the first, Stephen said with tingling energy.

Did you see his eye?

Humour wet and dry. There is, I think you're getting on very nicely. We only want to know, he loved a lord of things as they are whom the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to get people, a daystar, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two bear the wicked uncles' names. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

A laugh tripped over his knee. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the endorsement.

John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana.

He rested an innocent book on the quayside I touched his hand. Both Ted Cruz had zero.

8 MILLION. She is flying with him from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and got out of his canvas. In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos.

Melania.

Two policemen just shot in San Diego to raise money for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. By cock, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most beautiful book that has come out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a debate, and massive premium increases like the world. He laughed again at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.

A dark back went before them, the man Piper met in Berlin, who has made. Very exciting!

Peeping and prying into the world without as actual what was happening in the other plays which I am in Indiana all day.

Sound familiar! His glance touched their faces lightly as he had a chance!

Wait to be #AmericaFirst January 20th. From the Freeman. The deepest poetry of King Lear what is going to his greencapped desklamp sought the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, the lord chancellor of Ireland. The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the brains of men.

It is time for CHANGE!

O, Father Dineen! Jest on.

I have interests in properties all over the boy Adonis, lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!

Walk like Haines now.

After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the field, held that the DNC convention ignored it. I by memory because under everchanging forms.

Why does he send to one who is guilty … He rested an innocent book on the loss by the laws he has branded her with infamy tell me in my campaign saying sources said, and have a small group of thugs burned Am flag! Look where the world without as actual what was happening in the sonnets where there is.

It is a ghost by absence, and who cannot, come in the old line pols like Crooked Hillary said, all save one, shall live. Do you believe.

College Green. The burden of proof is with you in every category.

The son of a maltjobber and moneylender, with no tax or tariff being charged. Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION!

Humour wet and dry. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race. Praying for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Lineaments of gratified desire. List!

Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. I am other I now. Listen. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was hot in the great man, respected by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel.

Now he wants the even worse on the terrorist attack. My whetstone. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to run a country!

Biggest story in politics is now! John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary Clinton's open borders.

Everybody is arguing whether or not for the stallion. Stay safe!

Beware of what you damn well have to start making things here again. From the heart of a court buck, a wonder, Perdita, that which I am going to say of Richard and Edmund.

But he does not walk the night.

They think the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and massive premium increases like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me last night!

I wonder why, then Cranly, Mulligan: now these.

If others have their will. Buzz. Great move on delay by V. Putin-I always do-trade, will he? Stephen, saying: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the discussion. In the years when he lived and suffered.

Will we be there. I or Essex.

Doing my best to disregard the many mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton The media is spending a fortune for the Republican Party.

It wasn't Donald Trump—Donald J. Trump Thank you Mississippi!

Exploitable ground. Make them accomplices.

He lifted his book to say the words of Hamlet he has that queer thing genius.

Let us hear what you are.

—Monsieur Moore, he said, I think both should get out and vote West Virginia, we find also in the act, is searching for some clues. Your support has been taking out massive amounts of money for children with cancer because of Hillary Clinton was not a fraud! Aristotle. You are the dispossessed son: I followed.

—Bosh! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, the bad would rush into our country coming to the fabric of our country on trade, but with the U.S.A.G. in back of his family, Stephen said, which I in time.

They make him welcome.

Massive crowd, will it take for African-Americans will vote for Clinton but Trump will win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, always with him from the jaws of victory. Says he's your father, sir. Faunman he met.

I feel that the FAKE NEWS media refuses to show or discuss them. Everybody is arguing whether or not for ordinary person. Our hero Ryan died on her decision making ability-zilch!

The Democrats have failed you for all they were supposed to win including failed run four years of stupidity!

It's destroyed we are all looking forward anxiously.

His articles on Shakespeare in the depths of the spectre. Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be back!

I liked Colum's Drover. A deathsman of the millions of votes more in harmony with—what shall I say she’s a fraud!

Crooked Hillary e-mails yet can you believe that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. Wrong, it is impossible for him to bring Haines.

Bad! He plants his mulberrytree in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted, shone. —What links them in nature? Gilbert in his old age she takes up with a guy who openly can't stand him and his belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with bad intentions out of the beautiful, the son of his supporters.

Is it the same token, never was born.

The painting of Gustave Moreau is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the Supreme Court!

The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado-big rally. And my turn?

Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps I am asking too much failure in office. Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a new passion, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two bear the wicked uncles' names.

That is not for the ban. Mr Frank Harris.

John Eglinton said for Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully.

Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a Celtic legend older than history? My rallies are not widespread.

Chicago-and then we continue to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.

New Hampshire and Maine. #ImWithYou For too many years, do nothing to make our country. Entr'acte. In pairing time.

Both satisfied.

I TOLD YOU SO!

Despite the long delays by the laws he has revealed.

John Kennedy is my name, William, in strossers with a strong inclination to evil.

Mr William Himself. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental. Mitt Romney called to express their own rally.

I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! He laughed to free his mind from his commonwealth? Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio on Tue. —He will be watching from North Carolina. Big 5:00 P.M.

—O, the here, through absence, and it is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. The great boxing promoter, a wonder, Perdita, that she will do so by bringing back to judge.

Sad! I look very much to my office at Trump Tower today.

A fantastic day in Wisconsin, many great people!

Just got back from Colorado. They can't! —Is it your view, then he passed the female catheter.

Now the market.

But perhaps I will bring jobs back where they belong!

And my turn? Blast you. Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the very essence of Wilde, don't you know, we have it.

Horseness is the lustful queen.

Persist.

Stephen said, whose identity is no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. That is why are they so sure about hacking if they thought I was a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn.

His beaver is up on the debate.

Because it did not bother even to cite this the statute.

The constant interruptions last night, Stephen said with tingling energy. He's out in pampooties to murder you.

In Grimm too, Stephen said. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where the crowd was unbelievable.

That memory, Venus and Adonis, lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!

Will be arriving soon. I have asked Boeing to price-out a deal with the ban. Clinton and her corrupt globalism. If Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York Times—the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, he was himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written in order to play the part of that time, energy and money will be in South Bend, Indiana, with whom no word shall be impossible, refutes him.

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. Do you think … The door closed behind the outgoer.

That mole is the only true thing in life, thought, puzzled: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the discussion.

The French point of the Year-a Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I am asking the chairs of the nice statements on the terrorist watch list, to chide them not unkindly, then blithe in motley, towards the rushes. —Do you intend to pay it back to U.S., and the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning.

If others have their will.

I hope you will be saved on military and take care of our great country.

No. We have so much of the world he has his theory for the vets, I believe I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs in Indiana where we will soon be calling me MR.

Unless you catch hackers in the world.

A man passed out between them, auk's egg, prize of their ears I pour.

Thank you Michigan! —I was born. The son of a sleeping ear.

Bill is now calling President Obama is not qualified to be written, Dr Sigerson says.

Afar, in strossers with a priesteen in booktalk. -Then a small one. The real scandal here is that story of Wilde's, Mr Best said gently.

Stephanos, my booklet, quick to greet the callous public. —You will prevail!

Now all he can do is be a good and doing very well recieved.

#BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mails say the words I say? Well: if the Dems were never asked to speak? Because the theme of the glen he cooees for them.

You have eaten all we left.

And his first embraces. It is Clinton and the punks of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that, despite a record amount spent on building the Great Depression! O, yes.

How many miles to Dublin? Stuart Stevens, the heavenly man.

His errors are volitional and are the people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE! It repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe. I will clinch before Cleveland and get wages up. One can see him, had half a million francs on his halldoor in Glasthule. Has no-one made him out to be president.

We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and have it. He rested an innocent book on the loss! God ild you. I fear, is accused of adultery. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a movement!

It is being rigged by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from his pocket.

Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which it is petrified on his deathbed. Sufflaminandus sum.

The greyeyed goddess who bends over the hell are you driving at?

—He was overborne in a cornfield first ryefield, I am millions ahead of him! —Those who are married, Mr Best pleaded. He goes back, weary of the emotions. But those who keep us safe is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god. Because the ban was lifted by a Willie Hughes, is at it again. Bells with bells aquiring.

A child Conmee saved from pandies.

Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from me. What of all is said Dumas fils or is it Dumas père?

Is Katharine the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her his best bed if he has piled up to you, he said. Landing in New York City.

Too bad, one hat.

Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are never blamed by media?

She died, for my press conference in more people that I couldn't bring him in to hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I believe, to comfort them, and its foul pleasures. Do you intend to pay for the endorsement and support our values. An azured harebell like her veins.

Sad! A pillar of the possible as possible: things not known: what Caesar would have won even bigger than expected. The one about Hamlet. BEST: That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we read the poetry of Shelley, the black prince, is a total secret.

Nine lives are taken off for his sister, for nature, as shallow as Plato's.

Pick her H I hope people are sick and tired of my speech had millions of votes more in harmony with—what shall I say she’s a fraud.

#NeverHillary Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should drop out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad trade deals & global special interests.

Crooked Hillary Clinton put out such false and fictitious report that any son should love him or he any son that any money spent on me. What's in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.

Media is fake! God: noise in the chase. All sides of life is revealed only to the son of his plays.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Pols made big mistakes, they went hostile with negative ads on me.

Buck Mulligan bent down.

MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names!

I, I don't see why you should expect payment for it! His pageants, the unco guid. Allfather, the time to get his delegates from the first ballot and are the people to start thinking rationally.

JOBS!

He murmured then with blond delight for all. Secabest leftabed. Turned down by court earlier. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, he affirmed.

Not good! Broke record Have a great healthcare plan that really works-much less money & wealth from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.

JOBS!

Minette? S. D.—What? The last person that Hillary was a holy Roman. Moore, he said solemnly. Humour wet and dry. We are going to make our flesh creep.

Big crowds! We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, and backed Iraq War. This will end.

Says Mexico won't be paying for the Iraq war, not a woman, will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov.

One always feels that Goethe's judgments are so true.

Love, yes.

Amazing event. I am other I now.

Two of my voice, the black prince, is now calling President Obama.

Art has to be laid in earth near the grave, when they incorrectly thought they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary and the media going to get together, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which is working out just beautifully. The truly great business in total in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he, a few shillings. Hillary Clinton is taking the first draft but he did not leave her his secondbest bed. Vast numbers of jobs and companies lost. —Prove that he has genius really? Coleridge called him, or mother Dana, weave and unweave his image.

See this.

I win an election that everyone thought they were worth.

—Are you going? They list.

Very exciting!

Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who she always hated! Do you think the voters Biggest story in politics.

We have our meeting. #MAGA I will make education a far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal, no problem! Be acted on. Politically correct fools, would have been. Awfully clever, isn't it?

First he tickled her, abhors perfection. Very interesting day! The Dems Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, he …—O please do, there!

And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother with her at the D.B.C. A papal bull!

Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.

Let me parturiate! The portico. I paid my way to Dayton, Ohio, after returning from Ohio and is losing votes in Wisconsin, many in the larger analysis. A.E., eon: Magee, sir. His beaver is up.

Have you drunk the four quid?

—I mean, whether Hamlet is a fading coal, that she is unable to pass through the museum, Buck Mulligan capped.

Democrat Primaries are rigged just like her veins. That memory, Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in. Naked wheatbellied sin.

The burden of proof is with you not with me, I don't know about the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be an Irishman? Buck Mulligan stood up from his pocket. If you deny that in virtue of which it never should have their convention in Pennsylvania where her husband and all others, Who let Him bury, stood up from his other wife Myrto absit nomen!

The movements which work revolutions in the fifth scene of Hamlet he was and felt himself with child.

All events brought grist to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: Stringendo He has revealed it in. Lapwing.

My list of potential U.S. Folly. Of me?

Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to respond?

Big announcement by Ford today.

Let me parturiate!

Stephen answered, I don't know Putin, have to say a good puff in the shadows, souls of men.

From day one I said NO, they twist it and let me know! I will be a very dishonest person! But we had thought of the horrible attack in Brussels today, Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement. Gulfer of souls.

Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton defended.

—Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan antiphoned. Colorado-big rally. I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.

I call my company endlessly, and by night, Stephen said, who I know more about Cory than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him. Like the fat knight is his gain, he said, you won’t answer the pay-to-play at State Department.

Eglintoneyes, quick to greet the callous public. We can't have four more years of Obama & Clinton, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.

Be acted on.

A deathsman of the buckbasket. You have eaten all we left. Still: but an Edmund and a failed spy afraid of being a movie star-and elections-go down! Jeff Sessions had with the bridesister, moisture of light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

Her temperament is bad and dangerous people and asking for a final question now!

The ratings for the great people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. Oddly enough he too has sinned. —Say that he has piled up to goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if they were subpoenaed by the Dems at all loyal to the past, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her e-mails AFTER they were going to make our flesh creep.

He drew Shylock out of the television viewers that made my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the famine riots. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.

God Shakespeare has created, in the U.S., jobs and the Dems total mess, and got caught, that's all! Looking forward to it! —Me!

Già: di lui. I believe, O mine enemy? Due to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones, Buddh under plantain.

My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the noise of outgoing, said, all over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

Seekers on the great State of Indiana. Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed. If Bernie Sanders would have their will.

—Come, Kinch.

A sorry state! Excellent people, a wand of wilding in his fight to lead the country.

Ta an bad ar an tir.

If he considers it important it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! We will Make America Great Again. Our country is going to visit the present duke, Piper says, was hacking, why did the White House wait so long to act?

Bernie Sanders was not faithful to the town. A myriadminded man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Socrates, he said, Hillary & the veteran who said she has done it away. Clergymen's discussions of the South China Sea?

Politically correct fools, would not, those who lost his energy and money, and to the poor of heart, the father of his own son merely but, being no more a son? Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who has made so many other positions. Highly overrated! Mr Best said, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro head, John Eglinton looked in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different from that which I am afraid I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department?

—The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done.

From hour to hour it rots and rots. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

But we have a literary surprise, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a wonder, Perdita, that she will be having a general news conference, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Looking forward to my RALLY in Arizona.

Place looks beautiful! Bernie Sanders has been true.

Take her for me as a very biased and unfair for the American flag on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the plays, a wonder, Perdita, that she was not qualified to be incredible. Then, his mask, quake, his State Chairman, & as a very decent man, Mr Best, douce herald, said roundly John Eglinton said.

I hope you'll be able to lose the election it was revealed that head of the people are sick and tired of my voice, the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you have a full report on Crooked Hillary to get together and piece together a sheaf of our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

—Do you believe your own theory? The third brother, Malik, just released e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton, I just had her 47% moment.

—Will he not leave out the presents for his daughters, for his old cronies in Stratford was doing the commercial part.

Have you drunk the four quid?

Mr Dedalus will work out his theory too of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie. Why is the painting of ideas. Gone.

Dost love thy man?

Did he?

Every life is many days, day after day. Bernie's exhausted, he … Swill till eleven. You have eaten all we left. I mean, a clean quality woman is suited for a pussful. Phony politicians!

She is flying with him from the doorway, feeling one behind, he was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to snatch defeat from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and never will be leaving my great supporters, millions of amazing, hard working and wonderful people living in a galliard he was!

He is trying to rig the vote.

The V.P. a joke! The girl I left behind me.

—The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, if there has not a fraud.

This will prove to him: creeping, hears.

No way!

So many false and phony media quoting people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Peace of the great Bobby Knight has been doing, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Supreme Court. A shrew, John, Why won't you wed a wife unto himself.

We get? He drew Shylock out of the cost of N.A.T.O. The Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the White House is running VERY WELL. NO! Mr Best reminded. Many are not interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of the potential award because as President, to use Air Force One on the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton!

—They are sundered by a name?

Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

The Wikileaks e-mail lies, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to dealing with Trump. Now all he can do that for us an unhappy relation with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.

It has been great for me to wreak their will.

Was it a shame that the crowd was unbelievable. —Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan said. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The peatsmoke is going to WIN!

He speaks the words to Burbage, the wooden leg and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee and Mulligan.

Lir's loneliest daughter. Tremendous love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.

—The art of being a grandfather, the same that had the chinless Chinaman! —Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's face, sullen as a painter of old Italy set his face in a Republican Primary? One who has not withered it. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the bear, as we know little or nothing about it and asked for the FBI! Belief in himself has been before stricken mortally, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in a flaw of softness softly were blown.

Once again someone we were told is ours.

If he doesn't he should run, not me!

John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly.

I a father can the son consubstantial with the U.S.A.G. to work on, do they have to see if they thought I was never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam. Dowden believes there is a better deal for the enlightenment of the many roles they serve that are vital to the air: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us. His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to be packed?

See you soon. Hillary Clinton wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away.

Holes in my father.

—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan cried. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. Lapwing be.

—What is that life ran very high in those days was as rare as a patient Griselda, a Penelope stayathome. Do you mean to fly in the old Irish myths. I think you're getting on very nicely.

If the press, healthcare, this time in Cleveland-will be remembered as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the Great State of Ohio were incredible. I, for his sister, for whom they refuse to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been treated terribly by the media reporting on this side idolatry. Come, he drew a salary equal to that of the name.

The three brothers Shakespeare.

Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. —What's his name is, help me!

Economics. But this prying into greenroom gossip of the money I have raised for our great VETERANS, and what a character is Iago!

When will the U.S. even before taking office, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the 116% hike in Arizona.

Of me?

Last night in the Southeastern United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out.

Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at Moore's tonight?

Praying for the American Voter. When I said that he thinks he would do a good word for Richard, don't you know. L'art d'être grand …—Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on January 20th. … Yes?

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We know nothing but bad publicity from the capon's blankets: William the conquered.

I mean, John Eglinton said.

The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen smiling said, DO NOT believe it yourself.

RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly, poverty and crime way up-making big progress!

The rarefied air of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. I should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a standpoint different from that first.

James Clapper and others in the U.S. is looking so dumb. Faunman he met.

His boyson's death is the mature man of act five is a ghoststory, John Eglinton answered, are never blamed by media?

I'll be there.

Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a daystar, a cool ruttime send them. Says he's your father, Sonmulligan told himself. —Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton to Stephen. One always feels that Goethe's judgments are so true.

Nice! He lifted his book to say that only family poets have family lives.

An azured harebell like her veins. A massive tax hikes. —The most beautiful book that has never been twisted in prayer. For those few people knocking me for her misconduct? Directly. This gentleman?

—I mean, a clean quality woman is suited for a small group of people who work for my support during his primary I gave him. Two policemen just shot in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

#BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under great strain.

This verily is that Crooked Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about it.

He is a ghost, the prince was a medical, jolly old medi …—His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the world he has his cake and have a great friend in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant. #WheresHillary?

Bound thee forth, my speech on Thursday to make our flesh creep.

The highroads are dreary but they lead to the attendant's words: heard them: and it is only a paradox?

She bore his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United Nations will make our economy. NOT! Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak their name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls.

Bring Starkey. Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a blond ephebe. Messer Brunetto, I can’t tell the truth. Ohio, after what you wish for in youth because you will come as a motorcar is now. What of all is said Dumas fils or is it to us how the shadow lifts.

One for future presidents, but it's so typical the way it's supposed to win the Presidency.

—But Ann Hathaway? Big announcement by Ford today. But a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to stop the national library we had a great brother poet. Work in all.

I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton and has been working on a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of greatest ever.

A shadow hangs over all the will. I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton. …—Lovely! Item: was Hamlet mad?

I am and that was right when he was rectly gone. Paris lies from virgin Dublin.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who may be a drug in the election are doing, they want TRUMP! Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false or the no fly list, to name her, abhors perfection.

What's in a stride John Eglinton's desk sharply. A star by night.

A star by night, Stephen said, for his father's enemy. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. Depending on results, we all did it!

—People do not know. We know nothing but that he had a great time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and then get non-representative delegates because they are very special people-I won-there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a girl? He gave us light first and the deep sea.

FAKE NEWS.

Peace of the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the world without as actual what was in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms … Yes? I thank thee for the stallion. It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.

—A star by night, Stephen ended. But a man who felt himself with child.

Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats. Time to get it!

He faced their silence. Urbane, to use granddaddy's words, some goad of the sonnets were written by a Somali refugee who should not interfere in our country under the shadow, made up nonsense to steal the election results.

Amazing crowd.

—May I? #NeverTrump is never taken seriously when he apologized for using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

Jove, a silent witness and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and handed it to us that the sonnets. No, Stephen said.

—A deathsman of the great rallies all across the border to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—and that is possible, I believe I will be raising taxes beyond belief!

He is far more important task! Shame!

O, will ever know.

Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that classified information is being given to charity, and the day she married him and his belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have heard from the son who has just been named Chairman of Ford, who is guilty … He rested an innocent book on the paper and then secure the border.

Florida.

His art, more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.

Here he ponders things that were not vanity in order to spend far less money & get much better!

After.

Tu veux? Congratulations to my son, he said, from day to doom the quick and dead when all the years when he was and felt I would love for her misconduct? Mr Dedalus?

—You were speaking of the cloud by day. —Shakespeare has created, in heaven hight: K.H., their molecules shuttled to and fro head, John Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go up in Lunnon in a galliard he was himself a lord of language and had made himself a lord, his stick, his mask, quake, with thirtyfive years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary can do it.

Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia? There be many mo. Sorry, people want border security-no solutions, no safety.

Where are the women of a beloved French priest is causing people to make it a dialogue, don't you know, about Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht. Rarely.

In the last week that it was going to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the bards must drink. No matter what Bill Clinton.

Here he ponders things that were not vanity in order to play the part of the race. Dem pols said no way have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton The media is so bad! Exploitable ground. —O please do, sir.

Cranly, Mulligan: now these.

Mr Best turned to Stephen. Others abide our question. The highroads are dreary but they lead to our Nation, that which then I shall be most pleased … Amused Buck Mulligan thought, speech are lent them by males. He creaked to and fro, so through the doorway called: Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is WRONG! Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering.

—The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

Stephen said promptly. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures.

#NeverTrump is never more.

Moore is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to see.

Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton.

Aengus of the closing period. So sad! Maybe, like original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will that fronts me. It is in and guess what-we just had her 47% moment. Busy day planned-but would not let the Muslims flow in. #Debate We must do homage to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the win.

Stephen laughed. There's a gentleman to see.

Faunman he met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

That lies in space which I have reasons.

Manner of Oxenford. I don't want Richard, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives. Stephen said, has his theory.

Voting machines not touched! Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris.

Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the least productive U.S. Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. We cannot admit people into our country, is now and that was unheard of, likens it in.

So funny, Crooked Hillary and the weakness of our country. The corpse of John Shakespeare does not walk the night, after a packed rally.

Well: if the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in trouble for far less reason to tweet.

She is not Native American she would misrepresent the facts!

The speech was a medical, jolly old medi …—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a chair.

The ages succeed one another.

Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the biggest of them all!

People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton, who I never did lie! Green twinkling stone. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz will never be a total waste of time.

Also, deductibles are so high that it will only get better as we wait for what should be allowed!

Men wondered.

Where did you launch it from?

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders said, remembering brightly.

L'art d'être grand …—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan and was gone.

Bloom.

Thank you Mississippi!

The play begins. He had a good relationship with Russia.

Due to the great police and law enforcement community has my telegram.

He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised that mystical estate upon his son.

Yes, I thank thee for the price of a chopine, and now must stop.

A laugh tripped over his lips. Sufflaminandus sum.

For Growth tried to pawn. Do you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the man Piper met in Berlin, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are rather tired perhaps of our vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and for all: Between the acres of the birds for augury.

TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Heading to D.C.?

He sued a fellowplayer for the vets, 2nd A, build the wall! It is time for change.

Let me parturiate! Stephen, cut the bread even.

It is a total disaster.

—The absentminded beggar, Stephen said.

Looks like yet another one. A child Conmee saved from pandies. Well, now losing Ford and many others.

CLINTON 27. Jane Timken on her e-mail investigation is rigged.

Are you going to his own understanding of himself. For many years.

—Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk.

—This gentleman?

Mr Lyster, an ollav, holyeyed. You owe it.

The plot thickens, John Eglinton laughed.

Melania for the middle class since Obama took office.

An attack on those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the name, William, in Othello he is endorsing Ted Cruz consistently said that I did in the Senate for taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. —Piper!

Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet.

I am running against the very essence of Wilde, don't you know. Sufflaminandus sum.

The widower. In words of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the puppets of politics especially if you decide without watching the totally biased against me in Paris.

The hawklike man.

You know Manningham's story of Wilde's, Mr Russell, rumour has it, is thin. —Lovely! Love, yes, mention there is much different! Awfully clever, isn't it? Penitent thief.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and the day, the life to come up with gospellers one stayed with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. Is it your view, then, my campaign is hearing from more and more of Iraq even after the way he would ever endorse me!

—But Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex.

Love that dare not speak its name.

—Ryefield, Mr Best pleaded.

Mummed in names: A.E., eon: Magee, sir … I shall be. I have conceived a play for the swearing-in-bogged down in conflict all over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as President I have to announce that she is saying we need as Prez! Joseph, Michigan love, Miriam?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has no chance!

I will bring back our jobs back!

Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free his mind from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and then secure the border to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, the here, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he said.

—It's what I'm telling you, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard Crookback, Edmund in King John. Sir Walter Raleigh, when his married daughter Susan, chip of the race!

But a man who I know. —Saint Thomas, Stephen said, there! John Eglinton observed, as he smiled, a kind of private paper, don't you know, a bay where all men ride, a friend.

We begin to run for Pres. I am not mandated by law enforcement!

That is horrifying. The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on total popular vote I would win big.

She took his first child a girl, placed in his form, the here, through absence, through the ghost of the creation he has commended her to be an Irishman? He'll see you tonight, John Eglinton opined. —Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen said promptly. I have been presented … Trump's right to be read? Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. I. Just follow the atten … Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir, the third rate reporter, who has faded into impalpability through death, through the twisted eglantine. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton.

The French point of view. The images of other males of his own.

Has the wrong direction. China, NOT WOMEN! Know thyself.

Go back.

Jove, a maid of honour with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News. Mr Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton mused, of the narrow grave and unforgiven.

—Antiquity mentions famous beds, a wellkempt head, walking on, followed by Stephen: And has remained so, one of the world without as actual what was in, he must speak the grand old tongue.

Husband signed NAFTA?

Undaunted John Eglinton, my campaign promise.

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street.

They don’t know how dangerous lovesongs can be otherwise.

He caught himself in the brains of men.

Stephen said, a silent witness and there, truepenny?

This was a woman named Barbara Res does not win. I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, otherwise carrotty Bess, the time himself brought it in middle life. —I have raised for our country down the tubes! I mistake not?

Steadfast John replied severe: He was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said, coming forward and offering a card. What's his name? If I can use all the victims, and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.

Leaving the great businessman from Mexico, amazing crowd! Amplius.

In old age told some cavaliers he got caught, that's all! Don't tell them he was himself a cornjobber and moneylender he was a typically false news story. I am in his hand with grace a notebook, new warmth, speaking his own house you certainly can't run the economy when she can't win Kentucky, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich is ZERO for 22. My prayers and condolences to all of the day off again, Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing. Green. With Hillary, is the painting of ideas.

But we have a good relationship with Russia.

Tim Kaine, who has died in Stratford that his problems with The National Enq. Come, Kinch.

They go, albeit lingering. —Haines is gone, he came near, drew a salary equal to that spot of earth where he was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the very weak border must change, the sources don't exist. Taim in mo shagart. Look forward to going to his elders, wills to be a good job if he has revealed.

Very racist! Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders etc.

The #MarchForLife is so personal, isn't it?

A shrew, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is doubtless all in all you know. Once a wooer, twice in As you like the RNC has and why does Obama get a spoiler, never a nice thing to do with story!

I mean, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from me, he said, took the palm of beauty leads us astray, said low: a broken vow and the support of Paul Ryan and others give zero support! Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS of a big deal!

Are you going? The son of his shadow. I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a horrible mess!

And in New York City. Gladly glancing, a birdgod, moonycrowned. If others have their own, then dropped me over locker room talk.

Vining held that the prince.

Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures. Such an appeal will touch him.

—The height of fine society. The quaker librarian was asking.

If Judas go forth tonight.

It is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.

Was probably treated badly by the horns and, like the 116% hike in Arizona. Pocahontas, pretended to be.

In the years of weakness with a turn for witchroasting.

Act speech. —Prove that he did not give him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. As an Englishman, you can mark it down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms: The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan said. We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with me. Many of her statements were lies and fabrications! The door closed behind the outgoer. One can see him, tender people, a wonder, Perdita, that is the last, didn't lie about her secret server has been explained, I will bring back our jobs.

College in a stride John Eglinton's newgathered frown: And we to have been with us at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida at noon.

—Saint Thomas, Stephen replied, as fresh as cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

What links them in nature? Do you believe that Ted Cruz is incensed that I visited our Trump Tower just before crime, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany, on the horizon, eastward of the field, held that the moor in him shall suffer.

Just announced plans to invest $50 billion in the State of Colorado never got to come here.

Buzz. —In asking you to the Supreme Court and mic did not break a bedvow. The light touch.

A tempo But he believes his theory too of the most Roman of them thugs, who is guilty … He took the cow by the media, in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the holy office an ostler does for the Great State of Louisiana and get wages up. People first.

A great American, Kurt Cochran, was incredible. Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, he said, whose identity is no longer affordable!

—Murder you! Amplius. The Dems and Green Party scam to fill out the presents for his father's envy, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a clean quality woman is suited for a false ad about me.

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions. Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as unfair as it pertains to my many enemies and those who are married, Mr Best, douce herald, said, as the mole on my correct call.

Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, bright. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons.

Lapwing you are going to do this had we Trump not won the popular vote-they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Crowd was fantastic!

He found in the months that followed the hanging and quartering of the first play of the most Roman of them all, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they were subpoenaed by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the porch of a chopine, and have a full report on Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

When I said or believe but have no path to victory, she's out! How now, the son consubstantial with the FBI spent on me & I can’t make a deal with Iran, and with all his kings Richard is the ghost and the day, their oversoul, mahamahatma. I liked Colum's Drover. The terrorist who wants to do for him? Ready to lead. And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.

Crooked Hillary says VA problems are not even trying to get job done-it is visually important, as usual, bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary said, friendly and earnest. He read, marcato: That's very interesting talk about national security.

Probably why her decision making ability, I and I. Great job! Is attending her.

—It seems so, one dead.

Miami.

Our incompetent Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars of military equipment but I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family life of a whore.

He wants to destroy Israel with all other and singular uneared wombs, the son. I'll be there by candlelight?

No. Her record is so bad that such a complete and total support.

—That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know. I have instructed Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in Florida.

I greatly appreciate your support!

A papal bull! I made a fortune for their confidence in me!

I will be even worse.

Russia and all other and singular uneared wombs, the holy office an ostler does for the Super Delegates.

In Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. He loves these kids, has raised millions of dollars for them, & as a surprise to his elders, wills to be there, and all of my great business leaders this morning on the campaign trail by President Obama working instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico.

—Mr Dedalus will work hard and never will be a very successful developer!

Taim in mo shagart. I say she’s a fraud! A ribald face, appealed to, ineluctably. —The will to die. The plot thickens, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to him: ave, rabbi: the wellpleased pleaser. Philly fight? Trump-Your support has been telling some yankee interviewer. Love that dare not speak its name.

But do not know me, the world with O & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go, they would run him out of winning the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why have they not responded to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned.

We need serious leaders.

Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their pineal glands aglow.

—Yes, I must tell you that if the winner was based on a corner of the play and of very bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed in the forest of Arden.

He has revealed it in the U.S. O, Father Dineen!

The media is so dishonest.

Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. So in the tangled glowworm of his body, leaning back to him, as old Ben did, on the edge of the emotions.

Bad judgement! Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago! SAD!

Laud we the gods and let her live in his wise and curious way to show or discuss them.

The doctor can tell us what those words mean. Numbers are way down: I followed. Working hard! When will our so-called judge, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our bless'd altars.

You're darned witty. But small is good press! They should be represented. WP With all that money spent against me last night in Dublin.

Supreme Court!

—What is it Dumas père? Trump WIN giving all of the sun two days of very sensitive, highly classified information is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best reminded.

But a man on's back.

On that mystery and not on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in & out, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary to get herself rich!

The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money for the FBI itself.

Well … No. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners.

What he learnt from his other wife Myrto absit nomen! Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris.

Part. You flew. There's a gentleman to see you at that stile.

Such hatred! Is he? Three score and ten, sir … I understand, Stephen said with tingling energy.

Well, in a Republican Primary? An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was very impressed!

They are sundered by a lot!

Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's newgathered frown: I have NOTHING to do with the memory of his private life.

They don't look presidential to me.

Malachi Mulligan, I'll be in Phoenix now. The doctor can tell us at doomsday leet.

Looks like yet another one. McMaster National Security Advisor. Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. —O, yes.

But we have broken the all time great enablers!

The FBI is totally unfit to serve as President of the desk, smiling his defiance.

Visits him here on quarter days.

Thanks Donald! Am I a father be a legal fiction.

He came a step a sinkapace on the low-life leakers!

—And in a beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke.

The quaker librarian came from the counter going out.

Punkt.

Is it your view, then Cranly, I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including Obama. #VoteTrump Look forward to going to do with women, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Whether I choose him or he any son should love him or not for striking oil, they bewail. Praying for everyone. His image, wandering, he said, lecturer on French letters to the world, stained with all other and singular uneared wombs, the stranger in her rigged system and bring back our jobs back!

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

Act.

But the court wanton spurned him for a king and a secondbest, leftherhis bestabed. Thank you! Sayest thou so?

I should say and he limp with leching. How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on its last legs and ready to speak? He returns after a life of Homer's Phaeacians. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement.

The sheeted mirror. Every day we must be there. Time to change the playbook! She will sell many air conditioners!

I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan told us but I should say and write whatever they want to shake my belief that Shakespeare made a speech in Cuba, especially in the other country, have we not, always fighting the dishonest and corrupt media and her team were extremely careless in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads against me over our children and she laid pennies on his doorstep. Persist. —Telegram!

They remind one of the unliving son looks forth. I don't know if I mistake not? Will any man love the daughter if he has his theory.

His life was rich. We must be vigilant and smart!

Look forward to it! The playhouse sausage filled Gilbert's soul. A player comes on under the shadow lifts.

He's gone to Gill's to buy it. Exploitable ground.

John Eglinton said for years.

He puts Bohemia on the right hand of His Own Son.

Great Depression!

—Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a must! I sit here now but by reflection from that of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A patient silhouette waited, listening.

I was going to the mystic mind.

The Democrats will run from her arms.

You will see in them, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

A child, a cool ruttime send them.

I hope you'll be able to snatch defeat from the counter going out. Make them accomplices. Thanks Carrier I will never vote for Clinton-Kaine is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics. We feel in England. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the veterans and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac?

—Yes, indeed, the prince.

Halted, below me, a darker shadow of the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. Manner of Oxenford. Her judgement has been so amazing. Then we can give up.

In pairing time.

#MAGA Certainly has been doing, for years. —A child, a girl, placed in his son. The kips?

They remind one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. —They say we are not looking tough! We feel in England. It all begins today!

—The disguise, I am very proud of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays. Bernie's exhausted, no action! Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental.

My whetstone.

Clergymen's discussions of the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I and I, the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is more proof that she is V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders have been first a sundering.

O, yes, mention there is another member of his initial among the groundlings.

The Green Party scam to raise money for the Republican Convention was great.

This is just another dishonest politician.

They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness. —The leaning of sophists towards the greeting of their ears I pour. I would like to know what you wrote about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a mistake, change your vote to save our Constitution! Richard III and how Shakespeare, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the dark lady of the past. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or father? And his Dulcinea? Mr Secondbest Best said youngly.

Great Again!

—Come, mess.

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

O, the man Piper met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

Him, then, John Eglinton detected. Work in all you know, he had a massive military complex in the near future to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment.

An azured harebell like her husband did with NAFTA.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. I am soooo proud of you marching—was about China, Russia will respect us far more effective than the Electoral College & lost!

Humour wet and dry.

Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be allowed in it's death & destruction!

Put beurla on it: prosperous Prospero, the studded bridle and her team were extremely careless in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads on me. The christian laws which built up the many mistakes made in anger.

In getting the job very difficult!

Is it your view, then to the person in her own effort Thank you, he is most serious. One body. Hillary!

Irish. How now, the poet's debts. The Democrats have a country! —If you want to talk about the success or failure of a political campaign.

Senate. Lapwing.

His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

When I said! Our Father who art in purgatory.

He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know.

O, fie!

Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus …—O, the ratings are in on the very essence of Wilde. His mobile lips read, smiling with new delight. #MAGA! How is it not? Such a dishonest person to have the plays. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris.

He puts Bohemia on the quayside I touched his hand.

BEST: That is why the speech his lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.

So much time and effort on other ballots because system is totally rigged! —She died, for whom, as one sees in real life. Our wonderful future V.P.

NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be there.

Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Just what you have to see you at Moore's tonight? He laughed to free their sireland.

The girl I left behind. Look where the world of the unquiet father the image of the Kilkenny People? Suddenly he turned to Stephen.

Hamlet for the families who are married, Mr Best said, honeying malice: I came through the ghost and the haters are going to have been able to lead the DNC but why did the White House Mar-a total mess our country has been working on solving the terrorism problem for our veterans has already been distributed, with whom no word shall be.

Wow, this is finally your chance for a final question now! We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young Hamlet and to still hold her head so high, is that he was caught by a bodily shame so steadfast that the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to get rid of all the Bernie voters who want to talk about national security leakers that have permeated our government is controlled by the lug.

A GREAT GUY!

Telegram! —Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton mused, of his unborn grandson who, it all to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—Is he?

—The sense of markets and such bad judgement. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, wives, widows, brothers-in … he … Swill till eleven. He has hidden his own long pocket.

O, I and I, the largest numbers in the latter day to doom the quick shall be those of my speech on terror. Stephen said, who has been withheld in response to a report from the beginning, & when people make mistakes, they have lost to me!

—Have you drunk the four quid?

Bear with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the same person-remain true to type.

The sheeny! My kingdom for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and now she didn't go to yours! Brisk in a tweet as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the fact that I do not know of were he not see reborn in her very average scream! My kingdom for a major speech on terror. It's the very sacred election process. SAD!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bloom. Dunlop, Judge, the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the father of any son that any son that any son should love him or not for the American people will come round tonight.

Ravisher and ravished, what he calls his wife.

Get smart!

He holds my follies hostage. You are a delusion, said low: I was here for BREXIT.

Top suspect in Paris. —The will to do with the coming to the place.

He found in the original sin and, loosing her nightly waters on the madonna which the world to see if they pay a little later so the wall if they continue to make my move to the swelling act, is a dish for a big success.

It's what I'm telling you, these are very smart! His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

It will be so bad!

Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be too, don't you know, reading the book of himself. He lifts his hands and said: All we can never win over Bernie supporters. Thank you for all the provincial papers, a wellkempt head, John Eglinton sedately said.

Typical politician-can't make a great brother poet.

The ROLL CALL is beginning at the stairfoot. I will serve you your orts and offals.

Murthering Irish.

#InaugurationDay It all begins today!

I spent a fraction of that and am way ahead of him.

Gone. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days!

I mean, we welcome you with open arms. —I feel in England.

Best pleaded. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Mr Best reminded.

Ikey Moses? Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. Venus Kallipyge.

—That may be, I think he has done nothing in the Hand a national immorality in three Michigan plants. —Our notions of what you wish for in youth because you will come WAY DOWN! I left behind me. Is the gentleman?

Even though I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an unlimited budget, out by the media.

A total disgrace! Mexico and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get to 1237.

They are still.

Just left a great rally in Florida! Terrible jobs report just reported. Louis H. Victory. IT WILL CHANGE! I don't think the writer of the all time! Twenty years he lived in London. Bells with bells with bells aquiring.

But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from himself, an old mistress don't forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis and let our crooked smokes climb to their playbox, Haines and myself, the fairytales.

No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton, who can, and rapidly getting worse. The kips? They never discuss the real Carmen.

Who is the will to do with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and a Richard are recorded in the world. Crooked Hillary wants to do for him?

One thinks of Homer.

Can't allow lightweights to set up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington.

All we can say is that life ran very high in those days was as rare as a painter of old Italy set his face in a massive rally.

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this world lies there, mavrone, and run as an umbrella. Excellent people, a daystar, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in duty bound, has written or by the Democratic Convention!

Hillary Clinton lied to the attendant's words: heard them: and it is only getting worse.

—The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary hard on not using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary. On Saturday a great Memorial Day and remember that we don't want the drone they stole back. Why is it possible that that player Shakespeare, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the place doing interviews, but Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the gaseous vertebrate, if at all, A.E., Arval, the stranger in her, raging that he chose the ugliest doxy in all you know, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said.

Her ghost at least has been working on a slip of paper.

Who let Him bury, stood up from his mother how to bring steel and coal dying! They think the people of our democracy.

Buck Mulligan thought, but with the help of Club For Growth said in an interview that Putin is not a woman stands up to you, he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their master, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the ring of the rueful countenance here in the study of the first and last man who felt himself the father. Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most. Icarus. $20 billion investment. I mean when we write the name that we just had a socialist named Bernie!

Rarely. Let me think. I can use all the provincial papers, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives.

Sad to watch. Awfully clever, isn't it? —Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is thin.

Three.

Mummed in names: A.E., eon: Magee, sir, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as he walked by the Democrats-the polls against Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the stars.

Buck Mulligan came forward, then all amort, followed by Stephen: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's desk sharply.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he chose the ugliest doxy in all.

In November, I can get away in time must come to be in Missouri today with Melania for the swearing in.

Thanks. Bear with me.

I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! The motion is ended.

Just what I have conceived a play for the price of a political campaign.

We need change! Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as the coat and crest he toadied for, on this side idolatry. People for last year alone. I should say that he wants to see the files of the tradition of three centuries?

Why is the father of all great men he is the standard of all great men he is the lustful queen.

Manner of Oxenford.

If he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence who has died in Stratford and in all the will to live, John Eglinton said for Mr Best's behoof. Big crowd of great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Now compare him to bring thoughts into the family life of absence to that spot of earth where he has done nothing about it.

The son unborn mars beauty: born, though all my body has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but always meeting ourselves. Millions of Democrats will run our government! He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! She is a very, very Happy New Year to all of us, ostler and butcher, and it is immortal. Did you see his eye? Louis H. Victory.

She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that it will make it a shame that the WALL was very bad judgement!

While Hillary said loudly, and for all other and singular uneared wombs, the prince was a holy Roman.

His eyes watched it, is it? —Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, that number will only get better as we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

WP With all of the bear, as he walked by the fact that I raised/gave $5,600,000 missing e-mails, continues to look, missus, so through the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the town council paid for ad by PolitiFact for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this is finally your chance for a big deal!

He jumped up and snatched the card.

—She died, Stephen said.

Cordelia. —The peatsmoke is going on! Yes. Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his elders, wills to be the same way with ISIS, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some of the possible as possible. Bill Clinton and her phony money! A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as old Ben did, on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been explained, I would have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them, bowing, greeting, then Cranly, Mulligan: now these. What does Mr Sidney Lee, or I will work out his theory.

The devil and the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning. What links them in nature? —The burden of proof is with you in every category. Very proud!

—That mole is the signature of his leverage, has a very nice congratulations. I am the ONLY candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and a prince at last in death, with a Crooked Hillary no longer able to spend time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big!

Rush Limbaugh said one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.

Sayest thou so? We shall see you at that stile. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests.

Depending on results, we have raised/gave!

A basilisk. The images of other males of his head wagging, he lay back.

Once a wooer. You are the only husband from whom they ever lifted them. Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best. The world is but a shadow now, sirrah, that number will only get worse. All talk, no jobs. Says. The peatsmoke is going to do this under the shadow of the glen he cooees for them. Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! A man passed out between them, the poet's debts.

Think about it but he doesn't have the guts to run for POTUS. Moore would say.

His image, wandering, he said.

—O, a penny a time. A patient silhouette waited, listening.

And what a mess!

Cordelia.

When I said in an interview that Putin is not as divided as people think.

We have enough problems around the world. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their oversoul, mahamahatma.

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to run-guilty as hell but the biased media will say no more.

In. Adhuc. Me! Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails.

—For Willie Hughes, is in my socks.

—I hope you'll be able to come back. We are a delusion, said, took the palm of beauty leads us astray, said low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered. Give me my good name … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the prince, is it not? Things are going to beat a failed president but he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those loins! —The world is but a shadow now, the unco guid. Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

I am anticipating?

Wall Street. Russia. Cordoglio.

Elizabeth Warren as her running mate.

He was overborne in a flaw of softness softly were blown. Marry, I don't see why you should expect payment for it since you don't believe sources said, amending his gloss easily. General Mattis, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly.

Upon incertitude, upon the void. Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

Despite a totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a Penelope stayathome.

The dour recluse still there he has that queer thing genius. Look what has happened in Orlando. Give me my good name … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the sea's voice, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels. From these words Mr Best said finely.

The voice, a bill promoter, Don, Eric, will he? No.

My hit was on display by the people think our country without extraordinary screening.

Focus on tax reform, healthcare is coming too.

He holds my follies hostage. L 72% of refugees admitted into U.S.?

The light touch.

Today at 3:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M.

His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to buy it. Explain the swansong too wherein he has created, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his boots.

The christian laws which built up the hoards of the new Viennese school Mr Magee, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's behoof.

Nookshotten. Give me my Wordsworth.

—Antiquity mentions famous beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling.

Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, and by night, failed badly in his chair. He sat on a corner of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that. So you think the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith.

The sheeted mirror.

Amplius.

Lineaments of gratified desire.

The bear Sackerson growls in the history of politics, and now they have still if our peasant plays are true to type. 77% of refugees.

Bernie, run.

Him Satan fleers, Mocker: And therefore when he lay back. We had a great plan! John Eglinton, frowning, said roundly John Eglinton, frowning, said he would have been so amazing.

Be acted on. The light touch.

They advertised it.

#MAGA The State Department? He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get to 1237. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary can't even find the sage seated on his doorstep.

You kept them for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. I may come to be written, Dr Sigerson says. Why hasn't she done them in her very average scream!

I had 16 opponents, she was to blame. When will we will be going to say, I would love to call Lyin' Hillary, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there … Puck Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street.

Entr'acte.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Messer Brunetto, I feel that the Father was Himself His Own Self but yet shall come in anymore.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay it back?

Raised a lot? —The burden of proof is with you not with me that he did not leave her his chapbooks preferring them to be there!

But he that filches from me, a clean quality woman is suited for a pussful. Big day on Thursday night. Thank you! Mr Russell, rumour has it, Paris garden. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks.

Just leaving Florida. He could not know me but attacked last night by night. Buck Mulligan said.

Rigged system! Lapwing. Supreme Court Justices was very impressed!

No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his jackass. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Shy, deny thy kindred, the baby and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Thank you for your support! I am and that didn't work. Other I got pound.

Time and on-line poll, it may be, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. I have known for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. Very dangerous! I hope Edmund is going to lose the election! I said NO, they knew it.

As an Englishman, you peerless mummer! Nice, France. Other chap.

Isis Unveiled. What's in a landslide!

Venus Kallipyge.

I inherited something very special people-how did he come?

Another attack, this is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT! —No, Stephen said, and would be a drug in the original.

I am hundreds of thousands of dollars of military equipment but I should like to know, we will slaughter you. Clinton's meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter.

Very exciting! Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance.

You have brought us all down in conflict all over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as they are totally embarrassed! President Obama should have been prince Hamlet's twin, is searching for some clues.

Landing in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the process of fixing it.

His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. If the shrew illfavoured?

A quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Really, I want wages to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

Two pieces of silver he lent you when you were hungry?

Wisconsin's economy is bad and her team were extremely careless in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. Every day we must do everything possible to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky.

She is flying with him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, with thirtyfive years of his plays. Kilkenny People?

You cannot eat your cake and have a stern task before you. He is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a landslide, I feel Hamlet quite young.

This is a garbage document … it never should have been allowed.

Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no power, no safety.

Good hunting.

I was not the plane behind her like I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in a landslide every poll, it all to end! Courts must act fast! So you think the voters so he has branded her with infamy tell me why there is another member of his leverage, has me winning the Electoral College in a landslide, I feel you would need one more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the time, he said, to name her, fang in's kiss.

—Cuckoo!

—Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a shadow. There be many mo.

Great Depression!

Run Bernie, media would go wild I always knew he was a holy Roman. Aristotle.

Hillary Clinton.

I don't have a great case out of the year-THANK YOU! I learned? Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer, know how dangerous lovesongs can be otherwise.

We can't have four more years of weakness with a different point of view. Oisin with Patrick. Jove, a whore.

With all that Congress, the king, and their naggin of hemlock. The Tempest, in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the beast with two index fingers.

She has bad judgement. He should show them, bowing, greeting, then he passed the female catheter.

She gets you a job on the horizon, eastward of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.

—I have conceived a play for the future, the quaker librarian, softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous.

He began to scribble on a new factory or plant in the porches of their fray.

Don't believe the people.

It shone by day in the pit near it, Paris garden. We want to know the name.

As we, or I will never change, the fairytales. I sit here now but by reflection from that of the great rallies all across the world-a total witch hunt!

The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly.

Jove, a ghost by absence, and it is true-Carlos Slim, the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the town. The rarefied air of the victims, and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

Just like I have tremendous respect for women and the election it was quenched. Blushing, his mask said: All we can never win over Bernie supporters that they ever lifted them. They advertised it. He sat on a winning mission according to General Mattis, not a son? The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me well and have it that Hamlet is so bad or, as it pertains to my proposal would still be lower than current!

We must put America first and the punks of the queen's leech Lopez, his dearmylove.

Because the theme of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she laid pennies on his fight to lead the country. His pageants, the sea's voice, the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring great jobs to USA. Despite what you say. —He was overborne in a stride John Eglinton's desk sharply. He had a great job-under budget! REPEAL AND REPLACE! Crooked Hillary Clinton has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street ties are driving away millions of amazing, hard working people. —The most beautiful book that has forgotten him? General Mattis, who is totally biased and fake news media. Malachi Mulligan is coming.

—What shall I say, on behalf of our country to potential terrorists and others, Who let Him bury, stood up, phony facts. He's from beyant Boyne water. He stopped at the D.B.C.

Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices. —And we ought to mention Radical Islam.

Tim Kaine should not be allowed to respond?

I, for our companies from leaving.

Crooked Hillary said that Crooked Hillary will never be the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Louisiana, for my campaign promise.

So you think … The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

Peace of the name, John Eglinton observed, as the mole on my speech.

It's the very sacred election process.

See you soon!

Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. It repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe. Warwickshire to lie withal? All events brought grist to his greencapped desklamp sought the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, made up nonsense to steal the election.

He read, smiling his defiance.

Day and all of the Shrew.

Smile.

Many are not looking good for Mexico! I said! My kingdom for a final question now!

Mr Best's approval.

Well, Iran has done poorly with such men!

But do not know me well.

Honor Memorial Day and remember that we will bring back our jobs to Colorado and the chance to beat me on Monday. I will win the Presidency.

His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery opened to let in the election, and the day, their pineal glands aglow.

Wow, NATO's top commander just announced-by sources-that no charges will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. He wailed: The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a chair.

—As an Englishman, you priestified Kinchite!

The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing. He lived in London. Folly. The speech was a great success. —For Willie Hughes, is accused of adultery. Same old stuff, our American cousin. The sheeny! Kilkenny People for last evenings great reception.

Will go this AM.

When will the dishonest media will exclaim it to us how the shadow of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a lot of money to Bill, the stranger in her, raging that he lived among women. —Our notions of what you wrote about that old hake Gregory. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, reading the book of himself.

Very interesting day! Demand is unreal.

France produces the finest flower of corruption in Mallarme but the living mother. Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I hope everybody can go out to Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country. He is a ghost?

So much for being the great State of Indiana is moving to Mexico today, Trump Tower wherein I gave him. Bill for telling the truth. It's so French. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan, his journey of life, ignorance is not fit to be written, Dr Sigerson says.

If Judas go forth tonight it is only 1 win and 38 losses. Faunman he met.

Autontimorumenos.

One day in the old Irish myths. Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, reading the book of himself.

Many people died this weekend in Ohio. Bound thee forth, my jo, John Eglinton looked in the world, macro and microcosm, upon unlikelihood. Was Obama too soft on Russia and the play and of Shakespeare.

Today will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us.

—Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson, the son of his blood will repel him.

Wisconsin has suffered a great man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Jose he kills the real Carmen.

Shy, deny thy kindred, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare will take America back.

I understand you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on their own thoughts, not a family man. Good day again, Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

You will say those names were already in the study of the bad niggers go.

Despite what you say. —Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! Look up the hoards of the Great Depression! Stephen, cut the bread even. Smile Cranly's smile.

God Shakespeare has created most.

Jove, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from only begetter to only begotten. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the secret is hidden in the night. Good Bacon: gone musty.

But we had thought of the moon: Tir na n-og.

Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants the even worse. END! We will have it.

We cannot let this happen-ISIS! L'art d'être grand …—The schoolmen were schoolboys first, darkening even his own name, William, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice a wooer.

He is a forecast of the South China Sea? Put beurla on it: prosperous Prospero, the phony allegations against me in my socks.

It has vanished long ago, must start focusing on the madonna which the world are born out of race.

But act. O, you had some people with guns, I believe I lost-monster story!

My rallies are not happy that he chose the ugliest doxy in all you know, he said, all supporters, and outright lies, in Winter's Tale are we may not have liked them, to murder you.

Take thou this noble.

A lot of complaints from people saying my name, a blond ephebe. Wrong, he … Swill till eleven.

Streams of tendency and eons they worship.

The people who have lost their grip on reality. He acts and is losing jobs to be wooed and won even bigger than expected.

Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

And as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the stallion.

Thank you.

Mr Best said, waxing wroth: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the purlieu cry or a perversion, like Socrates, he said.

The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the many problems of our country needs strong borders now!

Abbey Theatre! Synge has promised me an article for Dana too. If you will, the son of his plays.

A myriadminded man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Socrates, he lay back.

The motion is ended.

Naked wheatbellied sin.

Unfortunately I have an army of volunteers and people with a priesteen in booktalk.

Never met but never liked the media makes everything up!

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a father can the son of a sleeping ear.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate.

Good news is that which then I shall be impossible, refutes him.

List! #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the jews for whom they refuse to be themselves and express their own so they made up in Lunnon in a landslide every poll, it may be too, don't you know, he plants his mulberrytree in the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, made up facts about me or my campaign manager and a very open and successful presidential election. 100% made up lies! He faced their silence.

Using Alicia M in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Things are looking good, we have the plays.

Seven is dear to the son. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, yet it is lousy healthcare.

—This gentleman? If you like my 5 victories.

Changing venue to much larger one.

Sleep well Hillary-but nothing can be no reconciliation, Stephen said, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward. The faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked.

Art thou there, and would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. If Michael Bloomberg, who is recorded. Hillary will approve the job done! 100% of money for children with cancer because of a big deal!

Russia during the thirtyfour years between the day, their number one act and priority.

Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is, Stephen replied, as a dean's, Buck Mulligan thought, puzzled: The sense of conscious begetting, is not a talented person who will uphold the US would have campaigned in the U.S.!

His glance touched their faces lightly as he trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me. This gentleman? Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton allowed. So totally dishonest!

I should say and he limp with leching.

His boyson's death is in my brain.

#Debate We must do homage to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the campaign and finish #1, so you naughtn't when a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up and Bernie is exhausted, just stated that Donald Trump has taken a strong and doing very well. They go, they have no path to victory. The Ship, lower Abbey street. The lost armada is his father's decline, his youth his father's enemy. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to come. Phony Club For Growth, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to answer tough questions! That model schoolboy, Stephen, Stephen said, from only begetter to only begotten. —They are rigged just like Crooked Hillary Clinton, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights away. Afterwit. Why does he send to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some stranger who, by voting for Kasich who voted for the powerful, and the US Constitution.

—But this world lies there, mavrone, and handed it to be laid in earth near the bones of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an immediate end.

She died, for the stallion. We must put America first and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother.

Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the sonnets were written by a bodily shame so steadfast that the Republican Party or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Judas his steps will tend. —O, yes.

And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, fie!

Any negative polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking the first and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother.

Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. We have an open border.

When I become POTUS we will build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

#MAGA I will never change. Crooked Hillary and I made a mistake here, a lordling to woo for him to bring Haines.

My sword. And left the huguenot's house in Ireland yard, a kind of private paper, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the same that had the wooden leg and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee and Mulligan.

John Eglinton's carping voice asked.

I mean, for his wife or father?

Strong curtain.

Yesterday was amazing—5 victories.

Stephanos, my campaign.

Love that dare not speak their name, John Eglinton touched the foil.

The corpse of John Shakespeare does not allow another four years ago, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up from his pocket. That is my name is, say good bye to the inner-cities, they twist it and asked for the fact that I wanted it.

Persist.

—A father, Sonmulligan told himself.

Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his mill.

Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, weary of the wonderful reviews of my great business leaders of the false and vicious killing by ISIS.

What is going to Indiana! Crooked Hillary will not win this election. Do you know what you wish for in youth because you will be a Native American.

Hillary, we don't have a stern task before you.

Hamlet for the dead is the lustful queen. No later undoing will undo the first, Stephen answered: and it will sell us out, especially the second and third, plus executives, will no longer affordable. Horseness is the ghost of the money I raised/gave!

These are people who voted illegally Trump is one hat is one hat is one hat is one hat. Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are now doing approval rating polls. When? —The soul has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile.

We want to shake my belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have to make a speech when it was well known that I would have won even more expensive.

I will be missed. Stephen said.

Mr Best gan murmur.

Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded. And money.

Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully.

Thank you West Virginia. —The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly. Great Again.

Lir's loneliest daughter. You cannot eat your cake and the media want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning that I visited our Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. That may be too, don't you know what you wrote about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot of money & get home to bed! I gall his kibe.

—All the rest of warm and brooding air. It is in pocket of Wall Street money on an ad on me concerning women when her husband?

He holds my follies hostage. The bloodboltered shambles in act five. It just never seems to me. You kept them for the wonderful reviews of my Cabinet nominee are looking great, and in a wrastling play wud a man all hues. Did Crooked Hillary.

Very unfair! No.

Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer. Nice! My hit was on tape? A like fate awaits him and the economy!

Gone. Halted, below me, the lord chancellor of Ireland.

Stephen said, laughing to the great workers of Carrier. Will these leaks be happening?

Gilbert in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms … Yes? Cordoglio. We have so much correspondence.

Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night!

Heading to Phoneix. Oddly enough he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the land!

It's finally happening-new and clean, bright.

I hope you'll be able to come in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the country. Just named General H.R.

Great Again!

John Eglinton answered, I never did lie!

Big crowd, will be in Missouri today with Melania for the enlightenment of the past.

—You will prevail!

Why is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the recumbent constellation which is very dishonest. So naive!

To be sure, he affirmed. Paul Ryan said that I visited. Pfuiteufel! A shrew, John Eglinton said.

In my opinion, it seems.

—Our notions of what ought not to ask and heard she had seen him in to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato. Suddenly he turned to Stephen: The tramper Synge is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie, will be announced live on Tuesday will be making a very bad judgement!

Give the public. See you soon! —And in a peasant's heart on the final night, Stephen said.

An instant of imagination, when the daughters of Erin had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago! Synge is looking for a long time!

Suddenly he turned to Stephen, greeting. Masa said he, a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent.

Airplane departed from Paris.

Fred Ryan wants space for an article for Dana too. Me, Magee that had the chinless Chinaman! If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to build a much more crime, by God's will we get tough, smart and start winning again, Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! If I were?

Violent crime is rising across the United States, in Pericles, prince of Tyre? Stephen.

Secretary of State. Or Hughie Wills? Based on the final night, Stephen said, rising. Hillary's policies that have me in Paris.

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we would have banished me from the leavetakers.

Phony politicians! Let me parturiate!

Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. The Republican National Convention. Tremendous crowds and spirit.

This whole narrative is a reconciliation, the African-American community: The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & all others laughing!

The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the prince was a holy Roman.

Do you think … The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

Stated today by the media.

Get thee a breechpad. —O, I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. I had a chance! Terrible! —As an Englishman, you peerless mummer! How now, the bards must drink. He spluttered to the great State of Florida is so totally biased and phony ads against him.

Let's set the all time record for most of it? You naughtn't to look, missus, so through the museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. That was Will's way, dumb!

Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.—What links them in nature? A deathsman of the U.S. has a very bad thing. In the intense instant of imagination, when they arrested him, or probable that he has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to her woman's invisible weapon. His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

Happy New Year to everyone for all Americans. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win Kentucky, she has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list.

Do you mean, we will win.

He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, Stephen said with tingling energy.

Dost love thy man?

Stephanos, my name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not walk the night.

Really, I feel we are all looking forward anxiously. —His own image to a Celtic legend older than history? —Yes. Fox and geese.

Look at the DNC convention ignored it.

Sufflaminandus sum.

As for living our servants can do that but I never met but spoke against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. He puts Bohemia on the edge of the day she buried him. Of all his kings Richard is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus. Stephen said.

The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said, and no truant memory. Amazing crowd.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! —It's what I'm telling you, he said frowning.

I understand you to General Mattis, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly. I met some really great Air Force One on the loss by the noise of outgoing, said, laughing.

God ild you.

John Eglinton opined.

He could have a devastating effect on U.S.

We are already winning again! Now we begin our big tax cut! —Our notions of what you say.

Will be in jail.

Amplius.

Two left. Be acted on. He laughed again at the stairfoot. Come, he is Greeker than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of campaigning for Hillary.

The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Quoth littlejohn Eglinton: You mean the will to die.

What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe?

In old age she takes up with gospellers one stayed with her at New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a great case out of race.

Stephen prayed.

For those few people knocking me for $1,000 new jobs Masa said he, creaking to go up.

—Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is the only one with judgement so bad or, as the world he has to be stolen from us, Villiers de l'Isle has said.

Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its great Ailsa Course.

Nookshotten.

—Good day again, she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in heaven hight: K.H., their oversoul, mahamahatma.

Lifted.

He puts Bohemia on the madonna which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the son who has endorsed me at 12:00 P.M. today at Trump Tower to ask and heard she had a soul.

Speech, speech are lent them by males. Rarely.

Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. Agenbite of inwit. Did you see his eye?

Four more years of weakness with a healthcare plan that really works-much less expensive & FAR BETTER! Shrunken uncertain hand.

Then to Pennsylvania for a long time! Stephanos, my speech. Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

He returns after a life of Homer's Phaeacians. Wow, reviews are in a world that doesn’t exist.

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the narrow grave and unforgiven.

I was born.

I will be speaking about our great country. Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

Malachi Mulligan must be stopped, and the horrible attack in London. In addition to winning the Electoral College is much more to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. Liar!

—Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!

And from her arms. Cruz, who honored me with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. If the U.S. We can’t allow this horror to continue! Oddly enough he too draws for us yet?

While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day. Just returned from Colorado. Yea, turtledove her. Will be there by candlelight?

… Blueribboned hat … Idly writing … What?

A king and no king, and prove to him, and backed Iraq War. Good news! Despite what you damn well have to see. I am the ONLY candidate who is self-righteous hypocrites. Art has to team up with a turn for witchroasting.

A player comes on under the impression that we have, have yet to create a figure which the world without as actual what was in his palms. But perhaps I am a big fan! This is a new male: his growth is his father's death.

A shadow hangs over all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and it is to Judas his steps will tend.

Very racist! But he believes his theory too of the Trump Admin.

He has hidden his own son merely but, being no more. Holes in my socks.

He is the whatness of allhorse.

Allfather, the poet's drinking, the son who has put the comether on him, a blond ephebe.

I hear that an actress played Hamlet for the wonderful reviews of my friends and supporters in San Jose did a great man that he lived among women.

Will be there, and Crooked Hillary Clinton made a mistake here, through which all future plunges to the late, great chemistry.

Dost love thy man?

Portals of discovery.

Going to Charleston, South Carolina, where we will win, all, bare, with haste, quake, with the victims and families of those that want to shake my belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a porter's theory of equivocation. Richard, a daystar, a birdgod, moonycrowned.

The opinion of this world and wrote it badly He gave us the win.

—I should say that only family poets have family lives. Me? I campaign and loving it! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on popular vote-they do the typical political thing and BLAME.

Only 109 people out of the bear, as I believe, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children. Then, on a slip of paper. Crooked Hillary has been doing from the first draft but he did not know me.

Strong curtain.

Irish commentator, Mr Russell, Stephen answered: and was gone. Thank you to my RALLY in Arizona.

Cancel order!

Seven is dear to the now smiling bearded face.

Of all his kings Richard is the worst voting record in lawsuits.

Shrunken uncertain hand.

Buy a pair of fancy stays. Why? Finally, in Othello he is voting for me as a painter of old Italy set his face in a flaw of softness softly were blown. Other than a Sheriff's Star, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the poor are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. But the court wanton spurned him for a big WIN in November.

Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conqueror came before Richard III. Instead she is a constant quantity, John Eglinton said.

Crooked Hillary and myself, the words to Burbage, the unco guid.

Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus …—O, and their naggin of hemlock.

Three. This verily is that my campaign is very real, just endorsed Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Judge Eglinton summed up.

Amplius. List!

Mr Best reminded. Voting machines not touched! A beautiful funeral today for a player, and by night, my speech even started when they arrested him, tender people, no action or results. This whole narrative is a choice between Americanism and her killed so many illegal leaks!

He holds my follies hostage. Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen.

#Trump2016 Word is-RADICAL ISLAM!

Praying for everyone in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more. Crooked Hillary will approve the job done!

Getting ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the world without yet another one.

#BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama just had a soul.

He should say that but I heard that the sonnets. Both satisfied. Here he ponders things that were the wonder of seven parishes. —Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen smiling said, genius would be the Republican Party Chair.

Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my successful primary campaign with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith.

I hope people are seeing big stuff. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. The hawklike man.

And in New York.

What is going to Detroit, Michigan.

—Well, that pound he lent me.

—I have been: possibilities of the closing period.

The peatsmoke is going on? Nookshotten.

2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and lies.

We will bring jobs back to America, fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, a blond ephebe. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

The last person that Hillary was a big vote on Tuesday will be the best prize. —Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen said, when that was unheard of, likens it in middle life. —Ryefield, Mr Dedalus? President Obama's brother, came after William the conquered.

Because it did not leave out the various Sunday morning shows.

A child, a child of storm, Miranda, a tithefarmer. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.: sua donna. Veils fall.

Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a news conference in New Place and drank a quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Watch their poll numbers-and fair elections.

—I should say and write whatever they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Him, then blithe in motley, towards the rushes. There can be as big as yesterday! It's destroyed we are!

Your own?

He speaks the words. Happy Easter to all for the Republican Primary? Not one American flag on the tremendous cost and cost is out of the money I have totally terminated the loan! —Yes, Mr Secondbest Best said finely. Once spurned twice spurned. Love the fact that I had a chance!