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dreamy--dolly · 5 years ago

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i’m really not feeling well. here’s some vent-y madohomu fanfic.

There’s a castle that sits atop a hill. It is pristine white, with golden gates and fluted columns to help it stand. It rests beneath a cloudless blue sky, and while there’s surely more beyond the horizon it seems as though the rolling green hills stretch on and on and on.

Your favorite part of the castle is the garden. You can walk down the sun-warmed path decorated with trees on each side, look at the flowers singing with color and guess what sorts of flowers they are. But sometimes you want to sit inside of the pavillion away from the sunlight, avertying your eyes from light and colors to focus on your book.

The strangest part, though, is it never rains. There are no gray, unwanted days. The castle’s stuck in a perpetual state of spring.

You are not the only one who lives in this castle.

There is another girl that wanders the corridors. She is a ghost, with ivory-pale skin and long, lustrous dark hair. She is always dressed in black, an aberration amidst the warmth and sunlight of the castle.

You try talking to the girl. But as soon as you open your mouth she drifts away or lowers her faded violet eyes.

Give up on talking to her, you tell yourself. She’ll never listen She never does.

But you don’t want to be alone. You don’t want to talk to yourself and have the echoes or silence sit listening.

The girl still avoids talking, but she is less of a ghost these days. You’re sitting alone in your pavillion and she steps in uninvited. She clutches a worn brown book in her hands. When she sits down it is not next to you, but in the most sun-drenched corner of the pavillion across from you.

As always, she wears black. There is, however, a spot of color on her that you had not noticed before: A single dark cerise ribbon tied to her hair. She doesn’t look up at you and instead turns the pages to her book, which are so thin-looking you wonder if they might just tear or crumble in her hands. You think that maybe there was a title—a picture, even—on the cover of her book, but with how she has the book spread against her lap you can’t see.

Then you decide to ask what she is reading, and she answers you.

“Sleeping Beauty.”

Her voice is quiet and borderline monotone when she speaks. You don’t ask her name (and you aren’t even certain of your name either) but you ask her if you can read her book when she is finished.

“You can read it now if you want. You can do as you like here.”

You don’t understand what she means by that, but then she closes the book shut with a thump and slides it over to you.

You know the story (a princess doomed to death, curse softened by a kindly fairy, and a prince is the one who saves her in the end), but you still take your time anyways. You savor the words like berries in your mind, taking your time to taste each one till you realize that your fingers have gone all purple-stained and sticky. It is not a long book, but you still turn each page slowly.

When you look up the girl is gone and you are alone.

The girl starts talking to you more. Sometimes she’ll answer your questions, but if you ask about the castle she does not answer. Sometimes she’ll mutter things to herself; she will say things like “This won’t last forever” and “What’ll happen if she knows?” But no matter how much you press her, she won’t say anything either.

You want to read your book at tea time, but your stomach growls and the table is weighed down with treats: A porcelain pot still steaming with fresh-brewed tea, cookies dusted in sugar, puffy scones drenched in clotted cream and jam, thin slices of cake drizzled in icing, strawberries, cherries, orange slices, and even ice cream that melts pink and white in bowls.

You pour yourself some tea and lift a slice of cake messily frosted with chocolate onto your plate. The girl in black sits across from you. She has a teacup balanced on her plate but she does not take anything to eat or drink. You think to ask why, but there is a part of you that believes she will answer with silence, so there’s no point to asking.

“Do you want to go to the library after I finish?” You finish your cake and even though there’s chocolate smeared on your fingertips to lick clean, you still make yourself wipe off the stains with a napkin.

“Do you want to?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“Then we can go.”

There is a pause as you scrape off the last few crumbs from your plate to eat. You’ve finished.

How long has it been since you came here? You wonder to yourself. Did you even arrive in the first place? If you haven’t been here the whole time, then how did you get here? And how long have you been here?

You know that you’ve been here long enough to have explored most of the castle’s nooks and crannies. Days melt seamlessly into night and it’s always the same no matter where you wander between the hours from when you open your eyes to when your head hits the pillow. As soon as you want to go somewhere your feet lead you, you just have to follow.

You have questions to ask but you get no answers. The girl (and you think since she is the only other one here, she’ll be the only one able to give you answers) won’t answer all of your questions. When you ask what you think is the wrong thing she becomes a ghost again.

And it is only now that you realize that you are the opposite of this girl. While you can’t keep your questions from bubbling up out of your throat, she only speaks to you when spoken to. While the hair ribbon she wears is dark red, yours are yellow like sunflowers. She wanders through the house clothed in black, all of the clothes you have to wear are all white and trimmed in lace.

But even if she is a ghost, she is not the kind that haunts you because she wants something. She haunts you to keep you company.

You’re both at the pavillion again tonight. The moon is out tonight, full and wide and white. The garden that was tinted gold in the daylight now shimmers in silver. She is with you again tonight, watching the solitary fireflies buzz around the flowers.

When you press your lips to her forehead, you cup her face in her hands and her skin is wet with tears. You don’t know why she cries, but she closes her eyes and pretends she isn’t crying when she finally kisses you back. There are a lot of things you don’t know, and a lot of things she won’t tell you. But you have, in a way, learned. You have learned that there are certain answers she will not give you.

The girl starts talking to you more—candy-sweet words that aren’t the things you expected, but words that are warm and musical all the same.

She tells you that she loves you very much (just as much as you do, because you told her after the kiss). She says that she hopes you’re happy (you think you are). She says that she thinks you’re beautiful (you don’t think you are, but you accept her words).

Because she talks to you more, you think of questions to ask her. And one day you ask her if you can leave the castle.

Something comes over her, a flash of a storm in summer. But she sets her mouth into a solemn little line once she realizes you notice her grimacing.

“You can’t,” she says. You ask why and she goes silent again.

You don’t escape or even try to. You just want to know if there is really nothing more out there than green hills and faultlessly blue sky.

When you reach the palace entrance your fingers latch onto the gates. You don’t have the keys and you don’t know where they may be hidden, but you look to the world beyond. Birds titter overhead, wind makes the trees with lush green leaves shudder in the breeze.

Wait…

The gates gleaming brassy gold stretch far past the entrance. You follow it around and realize that the “gates” circle the whole castle. And then you wonder—no, you know—if they are gates at all. It’s not a gate to keep other people out. It’s a cage to keep you in.

You tear the ribbons out of your hair and pluck a striped carnation from the garden. She stops by again like she did earlier and her eyes go wide when she sees your hair brushing past your shoulders, free from the ribbons holding it in place.

When you hand her the carnation she nods. You realize that she looks even more like a ghost than usual today—skin stretched tightly over her cheekbones, eyes hollow and lined with dark circles. The ghost accepts the carnation and inhales.

I’ll never understand, you realize. I’ll never understand.

She takes the carnation and tucks it away, but before she leaves she ties your hair into pigtails again. The ribbons she uses this time are not yellow, but red. Red like the one she wears. Then you’re alone in the garden, and the buzzing of insects alongside the calm of the garden rocks you into slumber.

You wake up at night and you see the girl’s silhouette, dancing jerkily in the garden. Her arms are raised high above her head, and you realize that she’s the one behind it all. She is the one who is trying to keep you in, and you thought her to be something more than a friend. You don’t know why she wants to keep you in. (She’d probably say it’s to protect you, but there’s more to it than that.)

And as much as you think there’s more for you beyond the castle’s high walls, you can’t go. Because the red thread ties you both together, and you don’t have the scissors to snip it in two.

#angie writes #puella magi madoka magica #madoka kaname #homura akemi #madohomu

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coffee-and-kpop · 7 years ago

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48 from your Drabble AU with Shownu from Monsta X! I dunno... he just seems to be very masculine in my opinion (even tho he's absolutely adorable and cute and squishy sometimes and my heart literally dies) and seeing him being written as a fairy would be so great!!! -☆🌙☆

48. He/She’s a fairy

You had always loved Spring, more so than any other season. It was the time of year when everything felt strong: all the fauna and flora around you were coming out of their winter slumber, growing to their fullest potential. And as a young child, who sat on your beach towel in your backyard amongst the trees for hours daily, you loved watching the world around you come alive.

Shownu came to you when you were just eight years old, eating chips out of a yellow plastic bowl, and shifting between kneading a ball of Play Dough in your hands and marking through a Lisa Frank coloring book with a box of brand new Crayola markers. The birds were chirping around you, the sun kept shifting in and out of view as it played hide and seek with the clouds, and the soft trickling splash of water from your neighbor’s backyard could just be heard, faintly in the background. Feeding off your wild thoughts, you’d been imagining water pixies and angels flying around you, laughing and braiding your hair, so when a man stepped out from behind a nearby tree, you almost didn’t think he was real.

It wasn’t until he cast a shadow over your beach towel, blocking out the leering, hot sun and then bending down at eye level to you, that you realized he was, in fact, real. He was wearing a simple outfit, all neutrals colors and out of place in a modern setting. His pants were rough and dark, murky brown like the bark of an oak tree. He wore a light, cream shirt as soft as a cloud, and from his elbows up to his biceps, leaves sprouted from his skin. His hair was the darkest green you’d ever seen, so dark it was black except in the direct sunlight. Upon his head sat a tiny crown, made up of more leaves, twigs, and red berries. You giggled when you glanced down, and noticed he was barefoot.

He never spoke to you, not for the first couple of years he appeared. Instead, he simply smiled at you: a soft smile that lit up his eyes, making them dance like fireflies. Once, you’d reached for his crown of berries and leaves, but he’d shaken his head, instead twirling his finger around the grass your beach towel was sitting on. The grass, suddenly, began to shift and uproot itself, stalks of purple flowers twining together to form a crown, small enough in diameter to fit your tiny head.

Shownu always visited in the Spring, and you were always outside, amongst the grass, awaiting him. Even now, as at twenty years old, already moved away from your parents and into a place of your own, you were perched on a patchwork blanket, reading a novel in the shade of a cedar tree and sipping a glass of lemonade. Your legs stretched outside of the tree’s shade just slightly, letting you warm them in the sun without burning.

The Spring before, Shownu had finally touched you. As a growing child, he’d made you flower crowns without ever actually touching the flowers and played hide and seek with you amongst the tall oak trees of your parent’s backyard. But the year previous, the first Spring after you’d moved out on your own, he’d done something spectacular, and you’d learned Shownu was something completely different: something inhuman. You’d always figured he wasn’t anything like you, but you’d never asked, and he’d never told you anything different. But when he’d come to you when you were nineteen, and he appeared to be the same age as the day you’d first saw him, something had shifted in the air, something between the two of you.

You weren’t even expecting him, you’d been outside watering a rose bush your grandmother had snipped off from her own and given to you. It hadn’t bloomed get, but fat, engorged bulbs littered the bush, making you hopeful.

The wind flicked through your hair suddenly, tugging it out of the loose knot you’d twisted it into and letting the strands fly into your face. You’d glanced over your shoulder, half awaiting Shownu’s appearance, and half not expecting it. Yet there he stood, a few yards away from you. His lips were red, succulent, just like the berries that littered the crown he wore. You’d never noticed that before, or the fact that the crown he was wearing was not in fact perched on his head, but actually growing from his scalp.

“Shownu…” you whispered, dropping the shears and thick gardening clothes you were holding and standing to meet him halfway across your tiny backyard. He stopped abruptly before the two of you were too close, bowing low with his back parallel to the ground like he did every time you first met. When he stood up to his full height again, stoic and looming, he glanced over towards your rose bush.

“You have a gift,” he said, beginning to brush past you and caressing the unopened buds on your rose bush with his fingertips. You walked over towards him, standing just slightly behind him.

“They haven’t even bloomed, yet. I could still kill it,” you replied, but his compliment made your head spin. It was delicious, hearing him compliment you on your ability to grow something from the earth; you’d never been prouder of anything.

“You won’t,” he whispered, and before you could protest, he plucked a lone bulb near the bottom from its stem and held it in his palm. You were about to scold him, to ask him what the hell he was thinking, destroying your plant like that, when the bud began to twitch. Suddenly, the was opening. Shownu’s brows furrowed, his finger raised above the flower as he coaxed it open. You stared, completely mystified, as the rose became fully blossomed in his hand. When he’d accomplished his task, Shownu grabbed the rose and tucked it behind your ear to hold back the flyaway hairs in your face, caressing your cheek as he put it in place. A scarlet blush crept across your cheeks.

“Wh… what are you?” you asked, breathless. Shownu glanced over his shoulder, his eyes turning sad. You knew that look; it had come too soon this year. It meant he was already leaving.

“One day, I will tell you everything,” he whispered, tenderly grabbing your left hand and bringing the back of it up to his lips. You shuddered as the berry redness pressed against your skin, so sensual and warm. When he dropped your hand away, you shuddered from the sudden chill you felt in his absence.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whispered, but it was already too late. Shownu had disappeared as fast as he’d appeared, gone from you much too soon. He’d usually spend days with you, and yet this time it was only a few moments.

You’d spent the whole year that year thinking of nothing but Shownu. You’d even turned down a few date requests from colleagues at work, all in the hopes of seeing the mysterious man from your backyard once again. You imagined kissing his berry red lips, suckling them like fruits, tasting how sweet he was.

Your twentieth birthday passed, and Spring had approached. Once you’d seen the season on the horizon, you’d spent every waking hour either at work, or in your yard, hoping Shownu would show. Yet, summer seemed to be fast approaching, and he was still not in your presence.

You were sweating, and your lemonade glass was empty, when a sudden breeze chilled your skin. You shivered, surprised the warm air had turned so soon; the summer temperatures were right around the corner.

You smelled the scent of berries in the next gust of wind, berries and roses. A sigh escaped you, a shiver ran down your spine. Finally. Here he was, you were sure. No other gust of wind could carry such strong, odd fragrant with it. No wind but one sent to you by Shownu himself. You’d waited a year, a whole entire long, troubling year. Shownu had occupied so much of your thoughts and dreams, this moment almost seemed slightly unreal.

He was in front of you while you were still pondering his real whereabouts, if he would actually show or not. You gasped at the sight of him, your appendages tingling with this anticipation. You’d imagined this moment so many times in the months leading up it, and now that it was actually here, you were suddenly shy.

You stood up at full height; Shownu stood at the edge of your blanket and bowed. You smiled, relieved at how real the moment of your dreams was becoming. You couldn’t think, could barely breath as you grabbed him out of his bow, not letting him complete it.

His lips were so much sweeter than you’d imagined. They were intoxicating, tasting of strawberries and blueberries and blackberries, and every berry in between. His muscles were thick and corded under your fingers as you caressed his shoulders, his back. You wouldn’t let this moment with him escape you, not for another year. Not until anther Spring. You weren’t waiting, not this time.

Slowly, tenderly, you pulled him down to the quilted blanket with you, tugging at the buttons of your shirt and enveloping yourself in the scent of roses.

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ulyssesredux · 8 years ago

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Bad Judgement. Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich have no jobs in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the twenty-fifth. Her temperament is weak on immigration. By the way no harm. —Yes, Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness. 70% of the.

She used it as a Trump WIN giving all of the Grosvenor. Peter and Paul. A badge maybe. I said. Moisture about gives long sight perhaps.

Now I bet it makes them feel happy. Seventh heaven. I don't always agree, I won Ohio. Paradise and the massboy answered each other in Latin. Our way of life, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place. Never tell you all. How are you? I don't think so! Honored to say who can, and congrats to Army! Brutal, why did you chachachachacha?

Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very much for it to the victims and families of the envelope in his bench. There's Hornblower standing at the Grand Opening of my foreign policy from me, and China on trade, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth. More interesting if you tried: so thick with salt. He knew the fix was in her weeds. Like to see. Busy times! Some of that old sacred music splendid. —Hello, Bloom. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. O, and around the limp father of thousands, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. Lost it. Time to get in Harvard. Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? I'm sure of that work, energy and his belief that good day to this. That makes three and a very successful candidate than he ever did as a fireman or a bobby. Might be happy all the time being in his sidepocket.

Out of her professional life! No way! A yellow flower with flattened petals.

Valise tack again. So now you know what to do well when Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest media will say how great they are doing so! Bill is now calling President Obama for first time that they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street! He strolled out of the Belfast and Oriental Tea Company and read the letter and crumpled the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the mosque of the what? Thoughts and prayers are with the Russian story as to one reason Crooked H? Long long long rest. Quite right. Police tout. Hammam. So how and why have they not have hacking defense like the RNC. M'Coy fellow. My missus has just got an. They're taught that. Take me out of porter. No browbeating him. Having a wet. Mr Bloom said.

Corpse. Congress, the hatred is too weak to lead normal lives and to the media, in the sun: flicker, flick. Clogs the pores or the phlegm. He trod the worn steps, pushed the Russian story as to what happened to Atlantic City and left the God of his father and left the God of his periodical bends, and have a big problem! Heading to D.C. on January 20th, Washington D.C. He waited by the Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of the quayside and walked through Lime street. When will the dishonest and corrupt! —I'll do that but simply showed him groveling when he was! Then the next one. Very unfair!

These pots we have. So proud of the flood.

And I schschschschschsch. Cheeseparing nose. Mortar and pestle. Cold comfort. The lane is safer. Clogs the pores or the phlegm. In addition to winning the race-e-mails yet can you believe that Ted Cruz talks about the horrible bombing in NYC. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his back: I.N.R.I? Thirtytwo feet per second per second. Who was telling me? Car companies and others stated that I inherited something very special! Three we have no idea. How he used to dealing with Trump. —About a fortnight ago, sir? Language of flowers. Tell you what, M'Coy said. Reading poorly from the telepromter! I'd like to thank everyone for your support!

It all begins today!

Looks like yet another terrorist attack in London.

He strolled out of it from that good day to this. Bob Cowley lent him his for the future of U.S. business, Cabinet picks and all. No. If Cory Booker is the biggest budget increase in Texas. Also backed Jeb.

We need SCOTUS judges who will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Common pin, eh? Among many other African Americans who know me, don't they rake in the U.S. in totally one-by a lot! —Good, Mr Bloom said. Then all settled down on their knees again and he and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. At eleven it is. Might be happy all the afternoon to get it on the massive drug problem there, M'Coy said. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the tubes! She might be here with a cunnythumb. Safe in the day and I'll take one of my speech last night! God's little joke. Do the people think. —You can pay all together, sir?

I am given little credit for my support during his primary I gave millions of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! There: bearskin cap and hackle plume.

Their character. Yes, yes: house of his father to die of grief and misery in my name if I'm not there, with a much more to follow. Shaved off his moustache again, by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him?

Much better for them, there's a whh! —Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the Kildare street club with a parasol open. Whether I choose him or not it is. Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job done by the rere. She's right. I will tell you all. Dusk and the peri. —E … eleven, Mr Bloom said. Gelded too: a white flutter, then brew liqueurs. Griffith's paper is on the steel grip. Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. The earth.

Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same. That is horrifying.

—What's that? What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Barrels bumped in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago, have to make up their own strong basses. -Mails, resignation of boss and the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, passed the frowning face of Bethel. Rank heresy for them, there's always something shiftylooking about them. Russia? Yes, Mr Bloom raised a cake to his surprise. I got it made up last? When is the weight. What Paddy? —How's the body in the other brother lord Ardilaun has to work M'Coy for a great two days of very bad thing. —I know. Te Virid.

Bill is not as divided as people think.

He will never forget! About a fortnight ago, great people! This is McCarthyism! A CHANGE, I won the election. No. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the Grosvenor. They drove off towards Conway's corner. Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants the people looking up: Quis est homo. The Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he said. Then, separately she stated, He said.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the election results were the opposite and WE tried to work M'Coy for a drink. Time enough. A million pounds, wait a moment unseeing by the media makes this a big idea behind it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary despite the really bad job as Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the newspaper. Some of that chap. Everyone wants to get out! She listens with big dark soft eyes. Clever of nature.

That'll be all right and their doss. I do not I will win, win Indiana. She liked mignonette. #Debate Basically nothing Hillary has said about her husband?

Still their neigh can be very dishonest to supporters to do so, there must be vigilant and smart message directly to the weight of the moon. Good morning, have impact! He died on Monday, poor fellow, it's not his fault. No. Like to see.

Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, sir, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and got caught! Crooked Hillary! The college curriculum.

#NeverTrump is never more. His fingers found quickly a card behind the headband and transferred it to melt in their choir that was coming it a bit. Per second for every second it means.

I'm not there, with a veil and black bag. Throw them the bone. Corpus: body.

He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in the Spring.

Remember if you don't. Bernie himself, never had the worst in American political history! And just imagine that. I suppose?

—I'll risk it, Mr Bloom answered firmly. Because the ban were announced with a heavy focus on running the country: Broadstone probably. No wonder D.C. doesn't work!

Crown of thorns and cross. I only heard it. Pray at an altar. I was born that was season 1 compared to season 14. Sleeping sickness in the morning noises of the cost of N.A.T.O.

O, he said. He turned into Cumberland street and, going on, it’s going to throw it away that moment. He ought to have a particular fancy for. Christians in the theatre, all over our children and others give zero support! In addition to winning the Presidency is that classified information is being considered for Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be catastrophic for the terrible deal the U.S. Too bad! Who is my neighbour? Please tell me what kind of kingdom come. Good idea the Latin. Petals too tired to. Then out she comes. In came Hoppy. Nice kind of kingdom come. Eleven, is a direct threat to our Irish capital. Mrs Marion Bloom.

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Pols made big mistakes, now losing Ford and many of her clothes somewhere: pinned together.

Salvation army blatant imitation. Just watched the totally one-sided deal from the morning noises of the postoffice and turned to the weight of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as President I have been saying, Crooked Hillary should be allowed to run for president. Flicker, flicker: the garden of the horrible Iran deal, no will of their own so they have already beaten you in all debates After the litigation is disposed of and the hub big: college. God speed scut. In November, I suppose. Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Mr Bloom said. They're taught that. So it is. Skinfood. Poor jugginses! Big announcement by Ford today.

And he said.

Turkish.

Crooked Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the F.B.I.

Azotes. One on the door. I am not mandated by law enforcement to check people coming into our country-I will tell you. Have you brought a bottle? Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc-but they are used to receive the, Carey was his name, the braided drums.

Mitt Romney is a mess they are used to receive the, Carey was his name, the weight of the vote! We can do is be a weak and open your mouth. THANK YOU FLORIDA! I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Better leave him the paper and get shut of him quickly. Visit some day. Honored to say that he wants the even worse. They can't play it here. Donnybrook fair more in the U.S. He approached a bench and seated himself in its way! Doran, he's going on straight. —O, he can look it up. Like that haughty creature at the polo match. That fellow that turned queen's evidence on the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

When I become POTUS we will all come together and win by the Hillary Clinton wants to get in Harvard. High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. Crimea, nuclear, the stream around the limp father of thousands, a great day, the Republican Party Chair. Barber's itch. Horrific incident in FL is very simple, I won Ohio.

Remind you of a tour, don't they? Just found out the various Sunday morning shows. A bit at a 15 year high.

Look what is happening to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Stay safe! To keep it, the people. He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Keep him on hands: might take a turn in there on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more. God, our refuge and our strength … Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Britain, with heads still bowed in their choir that was: sixtyfive. What does she say? Tell you what, M'Coy said brightly. First communicants. Then I will be going to put it neatly into her mouth. Why? Mr Bloom said, moving to get people, we humbly pray!

Thought that Belfast would fetch him. Paul. Still their neigh can be very irritating. Busy day planned in New York City. Nosebag time. I want America First-so what else is new? Masses for the vets, 2nd A, build the wall at Ashtown.

They're not straight men of business either. Very dumb! Hillary Clinton lied to the weight of the. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the heathen Chinee. Leather. He stood up, please. And don't they? Wonder how they explain it to the FBI access to check for dishonest early voting in Florida. Try it anyhow.

Petals too tired to. Shaved off his moustache stubble. The glasses would take their fancy, flashing.

Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. One and four into twenty: fifteen about. She said they had she should not be allowed to use Air Force One on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect: Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the Republican party—during a general election.

My missus has just blown up. No-one. Mr Bloom went round the corner. ISIS, bad judgment. What perfume does your wife use. Ruins and tenements. Not going to apologize to me and thank you very much to my surprise, and the hub big: college.

I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to the weight? The F-35 FighterJet or the second.

Former President Vicente Fox, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and everyone knows it! Footdrill stopped. There's a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and walked through Lime street. —Why? Not a sinner.

Reedy freckled soprano. Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Brother Buzz. His eyes on the road. Then, on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Stepping into the newspaper and put it neatly into her mouth. Too showy. Come home to ma, da. Get rid of him quickly. What perfume does your wife use. Barrels bumped in his heart pocket. Christ, but for the repose of my Cabinet nominee are looking good! By the way no harm. Yes, he said. Great spirit! So with all his bad moves? He covered himself.

Wine. Bantam Lyons said. It does. It will only get better as we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! God of his periodical bends, and all others should be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. If life was always like that. It does. Out of her with her e-mails.

I forget now old master or faked for money. He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, B never had a very dishonest person to have. A badge maybe. Crazy Megyn anymore. FIX! There he is doing to Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me. One and then attacked him and then orangeflower water … It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. I simply state what he is endorsing Ted Cruz has been largely forgotten, should be ashamed of themselves! Wait. So much time left. He unrolled the baton. Silk flash rich stockings white. Like that haughty creature at the typed envelope. Over after over. Good, Mr Bloom said.

This will prove to be our president-like everybody else!

He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle and out through the main door into the newspaper baton idly and read the letter and tell me before. I will be speaking in Pennsylvania. A wise tabby, a languid floating flower. That must be in Rome: they work the way no harm. Where was all about. Crazy! Wants a wash too. Off to the right name is? Henry, when they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Close in polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Let off steam. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Betting. Go further next time I go to Mexico today-fans angry! Bantam Lyons raised his eyes shut.

Careless air: just drop in to look at his face. Wait, Bantam Lyons said. Now if they had too when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her, searched his pockets for change. Woman dying to. Will be going to New Hampshire-will be remembered! Talk: as if that would. The media tries so hard to make that instrument talk, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare will explode and we will strengthen up voting procedures! And prayers are with the great people! We are going to sing at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good for Mexico! Then out she comes. Cricket weather. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. He passed the drooping nags of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a must! I don't know Putin, have no path to victory. Prefer an ounce of opium. Mohammed cut a piece out of a placid. No-one. Narcotic. Michael, archangel, defend us in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all! I played marbles when I heard it last night have passion for our great movement is verified, and the illegal leaks of classified and other information. Blind faith. Well, what are you? Bore this funeral affair.

In the dark. Lulls all pain.

Torn strip of envelope. Sensitive plants. Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, passed away at 92.

Glimpses of the moon. Donnybrook fair more in their crimson halters, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like Bernie himself, never had a GREAT SHOW!

Notice because I'm in mourning myself. Pity so empty. Very exciting news conference today. Just down there in Conway's we were. Crooked Hillary if I possibly could. Joseph, her spouse.

Martha P.S. Do tell me more. A mason, yes, in Israel, January 20th is fast approaching!

His fingers found quickly a card: O, and for our Armed Forces, I am the only cures. —Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom stood at the corner, nursing his hat, took the floor. Donnybrook fair more in the lee of the church. Wow! Enjoy! Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

They never come back. To be sure, poor fellow. Masses for the teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say. Nothing on emails. Not going to be incredible. Too showy. Make it up, looking over the multicoloured hoardings. As I have totally energized America! Betting. Stuart Stevens, the coolwrappered soap in it! Poisons the only cures.

So many self-righteous hypocrites. He stood a moment unseeing by the rere. Piled balks. ISIS, OCare, etc-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a man as you. #Trump2016 Word is that he wants TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street. Media, as we know it! She stood still, waiting for it to his waistcoat pocket. —E … eleven, Mr Bloom said. —Ascot. Still the other trousers.

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me concerning women when her husband? That so? Slack hour: won't be many there. Corpse. It? Gallons. Lovely spot it must have been presented … Trump's right to be careful! Monasteries and convents.

Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Obama first mo.

He's been losing so long he doesn't he should run, not the way our democracy. How I found the Lord. Pray at an altar. Massive trade deficits & little help on the twenty-fifth. —Well, glad to see her again in that. Stand up at the job for O'Neill's. Clever of nature. Poor papa! Those crawthumpers, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? I bet it makes them feel happy. What time? Two strings to her bow. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse.

Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street. Bed: ed. —No, he's a greatly talented person who is very simple, I will say how great they are just made up lies! Fleshpots of Egypt. Why wasn't this brought up before the door of the end was the chap I saw that picture somewhere I forget now old master or faked for money.

—Is there any letters for me! This story is a divided nation! O, no action—he's a grenadier. Come home to ma, da. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House is running for president, has passed away at 92. Many of the what? Henry I got your last mass? If the press when newspapers and others. —Right, M'Coy said. The lane is safer.

Good morning, have no idea. All crossed themselves and stood up. Big crowd expected. More interesting if you don't. Hillary!

Stupefies them first. —Hello, Bloom. Having a good lawyer could make a deal. I like best about Rex Tillerson is that, Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a debate, and the hub big: college. First communicants. I will bring jobs back and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton. His eyes on the invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the weight? His fingers drew forth the letter and crumpled the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the road. Then out she comes. Gold cup. Then I will tell you all. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. She is totally biased media-but they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Smell almost cure you like the hole in the shadows of Brussels. They drove off towards Conway's corner. O let him! Wow, just prior to making a major rally. As I have chosen Governor Mike Pence has just got an. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. Women enjoy it. That will be going to be packed? Make America Great Again! The chemist turned back page after page. Off towards Conway's corner. Incomplete.

Watch their poll numbers looking good! This is my body. Lap it up, please. He trod the worn steps, pushed strongly by law to do so, I don't think. There's a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and walked off. Taking it easy with hand under his armpit, the dusty dry smell of sacred stone called him. What Bill did was wrong, are protesting. Very dumb! No, he's a grenadier. Her temperament is bad and her government protection process. Look what's happening! No book. Bernie Sanders was very impressive yesterday. Met her once take the starch out of twelve.

JOBS! What has happened in Orlando. Keith Ellison, in a massive landslide.

Warts, bunions and pimples to make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals & global special interests. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to Election! Male impersonator. No roses without thorns. There's a big idea behind it, kind of voice is it? Cricket weather. Melania. Poor papa! Usual love scrimmage. 8 years. Simple bit of paper. Typical politician-can't make a great healthcare plan that really works-much more. Drawing back his head, was getting the supper: fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of his. Iran deal, we’re going to throw it away that moment. Then all settled down on their knees again and he and the light behind her like I have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say. Fifteen millions of VOTES ahead!

Hope she is Native American heritage are on a winning mission according to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., jobs are leaving. Heading to D.C.? Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the bath. Bernie supporters. Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, and played up by the media. If she can't win Kentucky, she has new ideas. —O, dear! I played marbles when I went to that old sacred music splendid.

A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party or the second debate in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. By Brady's cottages a boy for the ruin of souls. Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on N.Korea etc? Some FAKE NEWS. Rum idea: eating bits of a big WIN in November. A wise tabby, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its 300 workers. He stood up. I will be rapidly reversed! His right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Only makes bad deals!

Make it up, to keep it! Obama or worse! I have suffered, it all he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand came down into the public by putting women front and center with made-up charges, and always has been divided for a million barrels all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. Pity no time for massage. Laur. Congrats to the country: Broadstone probably. Well, now many bankruptcies. My wonderful son, Eric, will it take for African-Americans will vote for Trump—great numbers on November 8th! —My missus has just blown up.

I've ever seen! Over after over. Yes, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth.

Wisconsin's economy is doing to Crooked Hillary speak. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to. Keeps a hotel now. Iron nails ran in. Suppose he lost the election against Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Where is this the right. Cat furry black ball. Pure curd soap. Still they get their feed all right. Wow, did I tear up that envelope? Fingering still the letter the letter within the newspaper baton idly and read again: choice blend, made of the baths. Voting machines not touched! He moved to go up. Like to see, Mr Bloom said. Wellturned foot. They can't play it here. That's good news. O how I long to meet you. Over after over.

He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. #Trump2016 Heading to Pennsylvania for a drink. Skin breeds lice or vermin. I am working hard, was just going to be the president! Rates going through the door of the moon. Visit some day.

Gold cup. Narcotic.

—O, he can look it up? Pay your Easter duty. Out. John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom said. Now I bet it makes them feel happy. Poor papa!

If she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? I visited. And just imagine that. Those Intelligence chiefs made a speech in Cuba immediately & get much better! He stood up, looking over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like a rigged delegate system, I have never felt myself so much more. Great rally in Chicago, have you used Pears' soap? Hence, legal documents are being removed! Tiptop, thanks. Very dishonest! Hillary did not have hacking defense like the Clintons who allowed our jobs were fleeing our country After today, home of my soul to be careful.

Barber's itch. Liberty and exaltation of our democracy works. No recognition-SAD Election is being protected by the cold black marble bowl while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in those patch pockets. Father Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. No-one can hear. Sit around under sunshades. Very little pick-up by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! The media is unrelenting. My wife too, chanting, regular hours, and yet he now wants to take in as many Syrians as possible. He moved to go down! Save China's millions. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Lulls all pain. Always passing, the sheet up to her eyes. I don't think so!

I'd like to go. So many self-funding his campaign. Great weapon in their house, talking. Not annoyed then? Praying for the teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk. Wonderful crowds. But the recipe is in the Arch. Half a mo. I tear up a cheque for a little ballad. Who knows? Her hat sank at once. Aq. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for the ruin of souls. He's dead, he said. Crown of thorns and cross.

What's that? Azotes. We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. That'll be all right. JOBS! —It's a law something like that. VOTE TRUMP!

Come around with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania. In our confraternity. Where was the chap I saw in that picture somewhere I forget now old master or faked for money. They all fall to the person in her story. She sold them out of it from that good day to this. The porter hoisted the valise up on the terrorist attack in Brussels today, Bantam Lyons said.

Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old …—O, and then the coroner and myself would have kept those jobs in America. Thing is if you tried: so thick with salt.

The priest bent down to put on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. And, faith, he said.

Will be another bad day for healthcare. And old. You might put down my name if I'm president!

Wife and six children at home. —Yes, sir. First of the church. I am.

Blind faith. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his hat, took out the envelope in his heart pocket. Fake media not happy with them!

M'Coy said.

Gregg Phillips and crew say at least he tried hard! —E … eleven, Mr Bloom said.

I would be the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American People. Corpse. Younger than I am sorry you did not bother even to cite this the right name is? Still they get their feed all right. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the station wall.

But who cares, he said. Yet another terrorist attack, this time in Turkey. The very moment. And white wax also, he filled up. Talking of one thing or another. With all of the press is good press!

From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the grill his card with a veil and black bag. Another gone. Christ, but with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. —Hello, M'Coy said. Amazing people that will ever happen! Every word is so fresh. How he used to have the time? So warm. Pray at an altar. He foresaw his pale body reclined in it. Pay your Easter duty. They like it because no-one. With my tooraloom tooraloom tay. Great meetings will take care of our vets!

If I lost large numbers. Footdrill stopped. I say, on art and statues and pictures of all arms on parade. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale Aromatic. He walked cheerfully towards the choir instead of sixteen. So it is lousy healthcare. Husband learn to his waistcoat pocket. Throw them the bone. I see. Talking of one thing or another. Then the next one: a girl of good family like me, don't you see. I said. Not up yet. Democrat City Council what happened w/local officials for details & VOTE! This very church. Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. ObamaCare is imploding. Is there any letters for me? What's wrong with him? Overdose of laudanum. Florida, was incredible-massive crowd expected. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Ffoo! And the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change but it was well known that I want them to meet with the NRA, who she always hated! Please remember, I have raised for the powerful, and never heard tidings of it. Our not very bright Vice President, to keep it!

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