#soaking aint sinning

[obsolete-borger]

Was looking up the most unhinged TV Shows on TLC and I found a show called "My Husband Isn't Gay", where a bunch of Mormons try to affirm their husbands don't have a case of SSA, aka same sex attraction, and it's amazing. The only thing more amazing was finding this shirt being sold.

[menlikeair]

NEW YORK AINT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU. [aidan shaw x fem!afab!reader]

mdni. smut. mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating. intoxication. language. oral m receiving. angst! unprotected sex, aidan is kind of an asshole, be warned.

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new york city drummed on balmy summer nights and the heat only amplified its pulse. people from all walks of life were carving out their own spaces in a city that never slept.

except for you, alone in your apartment. left to your own devices with nothing but the hum of sparse traffic outside and the patter of rain against your window. it poured heavily and bounced from the pavement, adding a rhythmic backdrop to the humid summer night.

the city seemed to mock your solitude with the straight downpour.

on the other side of chelsea, in stark contrast to your state, aidan stepped out of the club into a relentless sheet of rain, his mind a whirlwind. neon lights reflected off the wet pavement, casting a glow around him.

betrayal still stung, and in true aidan shaw fashion, rain or shine, baby, he had once told you. he kept his promises.

the street bloomed white under two jittered flashes of lightning.

“juliet, give me my sin again!” he shouted, his voice cracked and carried a lazy slur. if you hadn’t known this tone so well, you’d almost mistake it for a teenager shittily spewing out shakespeare in hopes of getting some while his little juliet’s parents weren’t home.

you stepped from the bed and to the window to confirm what you already knew. it only took a small squint through the flowy curtains. it would almost be romantic if he wasn’t sopping wet and pathetic with a cocky shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face as he caught a glimpse of you peering down at him.

you paced down each step before slinging the walk-up apartment’s heavy oak door open.

he leaned forward with both hands against the stairs gate, trying to keep his balance as the water soaked through his clothes and he laughed deeply to himself.

“really cute, but in case you didn’t notice, people live here, romeo.” you hissed and reached down to pull him up the stairs by the collar of his shirt.

aidan trudged up the narrow staircase closely behind you as you stomped. each step creaked under his weight.

“that was stupid, wasn’t even funny,” you mumble and glance at him from over your shoulder as your hands fumble with the keys in the lock.

“i come by it honestly.” he placed his hand over his heart and grinned mockingly.

the air inside your place was thick with the scent of fresh paint and sawdust. remnants of ongoing renovations.

he stumbled slightly, catching himself on the doorframe as he craned his neck to look around you. he surveyed the construction disaster of your so-called ‘living room.’

“well, look at you, little miss la-dee-da.” he pressed past you through the entrance.

“you’re dripping all over my rug,” you muttered from behind him.

“am i?” he sneered back at you.

his gaze flickered to the half-finished bookshelf in the corner.

“i’m quite the handyman, sugar.” he declared as he stripped himself of his jacket and tossed it onto a loveseat sitting awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“could’ve done this for you in a day if you kept me around long enough…” his finger glided over the drywall dust that had collected on a stack of books against the wall before turning to walk closer to you.

“so. what’s new, pussy-cat?”

the tone in his voice seemed to imply he was toying with you. the response was caught in your throat like an air bubble with no escape way.

you studied him quickly, almost obsessively. everything about him was different. they say hair holds memory, and for your own sake, you hoped that had been true. aidan had rid himself of his lengthy cupid curls, and as his broadly toned abdomen pressed against his clinging white dress shirt, you guessed a gym membership was included in the deal.

“what are you doing here, aidan?” you tiredly muttered, trying to hide any expression of shame that dared to ghost across your expression.

“thought i’d see what you were up to, troublemaker.” he grinned deviously, raising his eyebrows as he swayed a bit. he slowly turned on his heels to continue his track around your disastrous living room.

“man, the tunnel! great little place, you been?” he leaned down to pick and prod around at all of the misplaced trinkets on your coffee table. a dull thump of an overplayed club hit rang through his ears, and a few too many straight whiskeys clung to him.

you glanced at him and your mouth fell into a slightly o-shape in a lousy attempt to force the words out of your throat.

the audacity.

you rolled your eyes, “yeah, the tunnel. heard of it.” you mocked back sarcastically.

he hummed in response before letting a short huff of breath out. he turned to face you once again.

“anyway,” he raised his eyebrows and stepped close. too close for comfort. his broad frame towering over you made your heart thump harder and your mouth go dry.

“i think you got some explainin’ to do, little lady.” he expressively pouted his bottom lip.

“you look…different…” you squeaked embarrassingly in response and cleared your throat to divert the attention away from yourself.

“i thought you’d like it.. look like one of those limp-dick wall-street boys you’ve been runnin’ around with lately..” he grinned as his hands wrapped around the small of your waist to manually pull your body closer to his, leaving a suffocatingly insufficient amount of space between the two of you.

his words took you by surprise. on very rare occasions had you heard the man speak with hostility, it just wasn’t his thing, so you wondered why the words left his lips so naturally and smoothly.

“you’re very drunk..” your hands landed on his wide shoulders as you arched your back in a lousy attempt to create any amount of extra space with the man who effortlessly towered over you.

“no, ma, i ain’t.” his deep voice mocked an exaggerated southern drawl as his body leaned closer to dispel the newly added space.

you huffed, exasperated. a strap from your ivory nightdress slipped down your shoulder. you brought a hand up and pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration and took a step away from his grasp.

images of a night months ago flashed through your mind. you remembered the dull headache that pounded between your eyes as sunlight poured through your apartment's cracked window. slamming doors and jumping up to run to the window, hoarsely yelling out for aidan, to tell him it wasn’t what it looked like.

but it was exactly what it looked like.

some lousy bartender with a pierced eyebrow sprawled across your bed right beside you in his underwear, there was no way to explain.

so, you didn’t.

you took your last look at aidan as he quickly hurried away from your apartment for the last time. until now. no email with an explanation or apology. no phone calls, no letters. and, at last, he was here for his closure.

he stepped away and leaned back against his palms on the island bar that separated your tiny living room and kitchen. an unfamiliarly smug smirk painted across his defined face. you caught a glimpse of his ribcage snugly pressed against the damp white fabric of his dress shirt, the newly toned muscle between each column of bone made your breath hitch. rainwater trickled from his brow onto the linoleum below his feet.

“aidan, i’m sorry,” you muttered apologetically. your expression softened as you searched for the words to explain, “i was very drunk and my friends.. they wouldn’t stop pressuring me.” your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you continued.

“always in my ear about me losing my youth dating someone older, and—”

the shame flashed across your face sent a fresh wave of irritation through him. a deep hum from aidan stopped you and you watched as he tilted his head to the side to examine you. his hard expression didn’t change and your blood went cold as you realized that soft spot in his heart for you had long since turned rock-solid.

he adjusted his hips as his thick length twitched impatiently against his left thigh.

“you left me hangin’, baby, high and dry..”

he sucked his left cheek between his teeth and tsked, glancing down at his feet and he leaned back further against his palms, stretching his toned body.

you threw your hands up with a shrug of your shoulders in defeat “i’m sorry, i don’t know what else to say…”

aidan took one hand he was leaning against and completely grasped around your wrist to pull you a step closer.

“come here. what are you standing so far for?” he relaxed, looking down at you as he examined the surprised micro-expressions lighting your face up. the feeling of your wrist in his hand made his already-drunk thoughts spin. his jaw went slack as his body pressed into you with ease.

“you can’t just do this.” you hoarsely stammered, the pressure around your wrist applying as he pulled you closer.

“do what?” the man grinned against you teasingly. he turned his body and boxed you into the counter, bracketing you against the faux marble.

aidan's broad six-foot-five frame completely engulfed you. his hand released your wrist before snaking around your hips to pull you into his torso.

“busting in like you own the place and—” you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and pressed into him closer, motioning over his body with your eyes

“this.”

you nervously toyed with the neckline of his shirt, slipping your fingers underneath to slide against his collarbone.

aidan’s breath hitched as your fingers traced against him. his eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer. the heat between you was palpable, and every inch of your body was hyper-aware of his proximity.

he ducked his head down and hunched over you, slowly pressing a kiss against your mouth and using his tongue to push through your lips like an intruder. you melted into him. thoughtlessly, like second nature.

and for a sudden, hopeless moment, you missed him. you missed his weight against you. his lips on yours just like this, slacking your jaw to allow his hot tongue to slip against yours as his hungry hands palmed your ass through a thin and nearly iridescent night dress.

you felt his thickness twitch against you, behind the constricting material of his tightening dress pants.

you were drunk on the way he smelled.

it was overtly masculine, everything about him was and always had been. heavy, earthy, and warm, the tinge of whiskey lingered on his lips and the scent of oak on his skin long after he’d left his workshop.

he pulled away to step forward, guide you into the living room, and sit in the heavy oak chair he’d designed with his own hands, sprawled back cockily. it creaked beneath his weight.

go on, baby.

you didn’t know whether it was his husky voice that had commanded you or your subconscious guiding you to pay your karma, but you obliged.

watching him loosen his belt, you lowered yourself to your knees and scooted forward.

“pretty girl,” he muttered to himself and tsked his tongue against his teeth in thought.

“you hurt me, you know that?” he felt better when he wasn’t made of steel with you.

his head tilted to the side to examine your flushed face and you instinctively pulled him out of his boxers. you craned your neck forward to trail a lick up the underside of his cock. his familiarity and warmth made heat coil low in your belly, pooling wet and anxious between your legs. he held you off, just enough so that he could watch you struggle forward trying to take him into your mouth fully.

he twitched against your tongue, huffing out a sharp breath. the uneven hitch of his breath urged you to continue and you take him into your mouth further. your throat constricted wildly, and he hissed through his teeth.

the two of you belonged to each other once again, the salvia pooling in your mouth, running down his length as your mouth and lips did the apologizing that your words couldn’t, belonged to him. his hand at the back of your head which felt like security, raising his hips to fuck up into your mouth. his groans belonged to you, just as they always had.

you whimpered softly as he tugged your hair to pull you from his flushed cock. a line of spit hung off your bottom lip, sticking to your chin. you wiped away tears from your clumped eyelashes with the back of your hand and sunk your teeth into your plump bottom lip eagerly. the need to please him was sudden and violent. his strong hand caught in the soft tangle of your hair.

his face was stricken with an expression you couldn’t quite grasp. with his nostrils flared and jaw clenched, you could recognize anger. but his softened gaze and furrowed eyebrows felt like sincerity, guilt. he couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck a lousy apology out of you or send you to bed and leave as if nothing had ever happened in his drunken haze.

he used his large hand to wrap around his shaft and drag his slick tip against your open lips before pulling you down onto him once again.

your apology was warm around him, pressing up against the back of your throat.

it hurt in the way it was supposed to hurt — your guilt scorching away inside you.

he forced you down, filling your mouth with his cock, tears clouded your vision. your whimpers were garbled, broken things around his cock.

he’d been the one to teach you how to take it without a fuss, maybe he didn’t hear you over the resounding crashes of thunder and your window rattling on his hinges. couldn’t see the tears welling when you fluttered your eyes open up to him as he tilted his head back against the chair in a guilt-stricken haze of pleasure.

his gaze fell onto you, and his strong hand released the grasp on your hair.

“come here.” the man muttered, motioning you up with his head.

your fingers hooked at the straps of the flowing night-dressed and it fell to pool around your ankles. you stepped out of it, slipped onto his lap to straddle him, and closed your eyes as you sunk onto him with ease. he didn’t give you time to adjust to him before he rocked his hips to fill you completely.

a sharp hiss of an inhale left through your teeth as his tip reached far deeper than you had been used to in your time apart.

he leaned forward and groaned against your warm skin as his hips guided themselves upwards, he closed his eyes. his hands grasp around your waist to steady you and hold you in place as your legs shook in response. his head dipped down and his lips and tongue sloppily grazed your nipple.

“ ‘m sorry. ” your words left your lips like a soft cry as his cock reached deeply inside you, making your head fall backward, torso and breasts arching further against his mouth.

“you’re always doin’ shit you need to be sorry for.” he grunted into your skin and pulled you from his cock with both hands on the sides of your waist. he angled himself back and slowly rocked into you with a moan.

“gotta have the patience of a fuckin’ saint with you.” his jaw clenched as his thrusts went harder, deeper than you could handle.

you whined, an attempt to writhe away from him, but it was no use. you were his, and his strong hands around you made it impossible to lift yourself from him. your fingers dug into his wide shoulders over the translucent material of his damp shirt.

“it’s too much, it’s—” you took a ragged gasp as he pressed deep inside, screwing your eyes tightly shut.

he leaned closer as your body cautiously moved up and down.

any expression of guilt or shame had long been replaced by something else. anger, hunger, and he wanted you to feel it.

“it hurts, baby? does it?” he tilted his head with his slack jaw, a ghost of a smirk tugged the corner of his lip while watching you nod weakly through half-lidded eyes.

his free hand reached between you to draw slow circles against your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb.

“how bad does it hurt?” he sneered at you. his words were like venom. any ounce of sympathy had long since flown out of the window by now. he hoped it hurt.

at least this is the type of pain you could contort and manipulate into some kind of unsettling pleasure. you should consider yourself lucky.

he pressed further and you arched forward with a gasp, your lips trembled as they tried to form words that were no longer there, letting out a desperate sequence of moans, whimpers, and sobs. you answered his thrusts with weak rolls of your hips, pulsing around him. enveloping him. your body seemed to respond with a will of its own.

you thread your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. you leaned forward to kiss him, sloppily and still salty from his pre-cum. your surrender was sweet on his tongue and he trapped it in his mouth, it belonged to him, anyway.

his thumb continued its path against your clit, spelling his name against you slowly, long and drawn out so you wouldn’t forget.

you were close, desperately so, and your hand slipped down to brace yourself against his chest. you pant into his mouth, sinking and drawing him further inside. he buried his face into your neck, and rocked his hips against you. he felt your throat constrict, your breasts heaving against his chest as he lazily worked his name against your clit with the pad of his thumb, over and over.

you kept making those pretty sounds, clasping your fingers into his hair and holding yourself steady on his broad chest. his orgasm convulsed through him as he moaned, a ripping noise from his mouth that ricocheted through his brain and against the thin skin of your neck. he rocked unthinkingly into you, riding out the rolling tremors that racked his body.

aidan swallowed unevenly, his breath escaping his swollen lips in shaky bursts. his thumb left your swollen clitoris. you whined sweetly in response, trying to rock yourself against his toned naval for any kind of friction. the constricting tightness as you wordlessly begged for more made his hips jolt in over-sensitivity. the feeling dizzied him, striking into the sides of his skull.

he braced himself and stands with your legs wrapped around his waist.

he carried you through the hallway effortlessly and laid you onto the unmade bed with ease.

when he pulled out, you whined and writhed in discomfort, the feeling of anxious excitement pooled somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach. you wanted him, his hungry mouth against you, coaxing you to an undeserving climax with his tongue. not tonight.

he dropped his pants around his ankles and stepped out. from his thighs, he pulled the elastic waistband of his boxers back around his hips snugly and tugged the uncomfortably damp shirt over his head.

aidan watched as he leaked from between your legs, coating your inner thighs. he reached between to gather a bit of it. he brought his two middle fingers up to press past your lips and onto your tongue, watching intently through bleary eyes as you suck him clean.

with a soft groan, he laid down to pull you onto your side and flush against him. he wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. you leaned forward to press a ghost of a kiss against his neck.

every breath you took sent the thud of your heartbeat thumping through your head.

you could feel the man radiating heat, his eyes fluttered closed tiredly. you listened intently to the rapid thrum of his heart against his chest.

[daydialogue]

Diaper Dialogue

Today is day 5 of wearing a diaper, xoxo. My girl and I are twinning, we wearing diapers (because gorgeous gorgeous girls are wearing diapers in 2023), we both cry and get cranky when hungry & as of late we both have pooped ourselves and needed help cleaning up. On August 02, 2023 (Same day Snoh Aalegra released 'Sweet Tea' bcs clearly she knew I was going to give birth on that day) I gave birth to a child (I thought a cat was going to come out tbh) and I had her in my living room anchored to nothing but the Lord and my husband. I pooped and pushed and after 30 minutes from the initial push, there was a sweet little baby in my arms. That is also the last time I pooped and I am terrified of the next one but hey, we made it this far, let's just hope it's diarrhoea :). Labour was intense and so beautiful. I did not have a negative experience as my husband and I laboured how we wanted. I did not believe my body could do all that no drugs, even if I had drugs I still wouldn't believe. My body literally pushed my baby all the way down to where she needed to be and said "your turn" like it didn't already just beat me up ahaha kidding it was an amazing experience. We had the string lights on, streamers up, balloons on the floor, a "happy birthday" banner and "happy birthday" crowns. It was a phenomenal experience and I felt seen and heard by God. He gave me the strength to safely birth my baby, and he kept me safe throughout. He put people in my life who have loved and supported me throughout. I have to take breaks from my phone because I really want to soak in my sweet tea. I really just want to be able to fully be present as her mama and to soak everything in with my husband. We are parents now, we made each other parents and our relationship is completely different and I am so excited to see what happens next. Thank you God for everything and all that happened up until that point and what will happen after. Also I met my husband two years ago today & all I have to say is, dating aint married and what is yours will never be in jeopardy of not being yours because some things are simply God given. Also rebuke sin wherever you see it in the body, I would rather be disliked than see anyone perish. Love ya, bye <3

[bitchysouljellyfish]

“El día que me quieras”

Rodolfo Parra/Reader

Inspired by this and the incredible writings of @yeyinde because God their writings are to die for! Title is inspired by the song of the same name by Carlos Gardel! The indented writing is done by yeyinde!

Enjoy!

The ocean is a distant roar beyond the sprawling green cut into the fells. The scent of heliotrope and sun-ripened tomatoes is heavy in the balmy air that pulses around you like a heartbeat.

Your finger taps the porcelain mug on the patio table, eyes soaking in the crystalline shore in the distance, basking in the sun. The warmth. The door slides open. Music from inside drifts out. Los Cojolites. He has a fondness for son jarocho. You can smell the sweet mole he's cooking waft through.

He comes up behind you, hands on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing circles on your bare skin. You lean back, head pressed to his tummy as you squint up at him. He's bathed in ochre from the sun: a halo around him that bleeds into your retinas until all you see his the shape of him. Your pulse quickens.

He smiles down at you, lunar white. Love in shades of vermillion leak from the curve of his mouth.

"Want some company, cariño?"

As if you'd ever say no.

Alejandro introduced you to him.

You were the medic, part of the Task Force 141 that had came to Las Almas to assist with El Sin Nombre. You were dwarfed by the other two men who accompanied you, El Fantasma and Soap who had you tucked into the middle of them, protecting you from harm as you protected them from the Reaper.

"This is Seargeant Major Rudolfo Parra, my right hand man. Ghost, Soap, and Bog." He points to you last, and you give him a smile and a nod and he feels the sun on his face like never before. You were radiant, the stress and trauma gracing your eyes but it didn't stop the rays of hope that shined through them. He almost didn't notice the strange call sign.

"Tengo miedo de los fantasmas." He attempted to joke but got nothing but a flat stare in return. "And...Bog?"

You sighed in exasperation, Soap chuckling and slapping his knee in glee. "Feel free to call me Doc instead, Sergeant Major. Soap is terrible with call signs." And that is where it ended, the conversation going serious as he drove through the streets of his home with the gradual realization that eyes were on him, but they were not vicious.

The name Bog stuck much more easily than Doc, to your dismay he could tell, but he had to admit. It fit you. You bounced back from injuries and stressful situations like the soft ground you were named after, yet you could spew acid at those deserving.

"You be safe huh, Darlin'? Can't be too careful with our good ol'doc." Graves's southern drawl cuts through the comms.

You sighed, irritation and anger apparent in your voice. "It's Doctor or Captain, Commander Graves. I give you respect you give me respect."

"What about Bog?"

"Friends can call me Bog."

"We aint-"

"No."

Soap snickered through the ear piece, Ghost telling them to stay focused before the comms went silent again. You were waiting at headquarters with Rudy and the other members of his unit on standby in case there was any medical emergencies while the others went through the cartel compound.

"Doctor?" He asked, because you certainly didn't look old enough to have one.

You turned with wide eyes, doe like he recalled, before smiling and showing your ID card. "Got it while I was enlisted, then I went to Officer Candidate School and the rest is history."

"Your family must be proud, as should your team to have such capable hands with them." He turned his chair so he was resting his arms on the back, one eye and ear out on the cameras.

"Gaz thinks differently, says I'm a torturer with a needle but that's just because he's afraid of them." Then you put a finger to your lips and pursed them, winking at him so slyly that it made his heart leap into his throat. "But I'm not supposed to tell anyone that."

He laughed, resting his head on his hand and tried to keep the admiration out of his eyes. "You have my word, bonita, I won't tell a soul."

You and him spoke like that for ages, only breaking when the on ground team needed something. Your chairs were significantly closer together than when you had started.

He had become so smitten with you in the small time he had known you that when they were relieved of duty he didn't want to end the conversation. He walked you back to a room just for you, female soldiers weren't common in Mexican Special Forces, talking low and walking slow as to prolong his time with you. You had told him about your home in America, somewhere cold that got snow every once in a while and he had watched as you spoke animated about what you would do with your family.

"What about you Rudy? Any experience with snow?"

"Enough to know I am not built for it," he laughed, "No, my home is by the coast, with plenty of warmth for the rest of my days."

"Oh a beach man huh? Am I gonna get the chance to see you in a speedo?" You smirked at him, stopping at your door and peering up at him through your lashes.

"I am Mexican, Bonita, not European, but..." all of the confidence he had managed to keep throughout the night melted away suddenly. Shaking hands reached for your fingers, just enough for them to curl around your knuckles and you held them twice as tightly. "I could take you, some day, when this has calmed down. You would like it. I will make you so much food and drinks you would not know what to do with it all."

You stepped forward and kissed his cheek, feather light and petal soft but it was enough to knock him off his feet. "Its a date. Good night Rudy."

"Buenos noches, bonita."

He had watched you, passing glances through the time you spent with Los Vaqueros and became entranced. You were intelligent, witty, funny, beautiful, and strong, you had to be to carry wounded from the field but it did nothing to rough up the hands you had touched him so delicately with.

Yet those hands, oh those hands, were sculpted by angels he was sure.

You had patched him up after Hassan Zyani left him for dead and Alejandro, his brother in all but blood, saved him from the building, blood running down his head and barely able to walk he was so dazed. He remembered you laying him down, cold water on his face and you soft eyes and gentle hands on his skin and he thought it was heaven. You barked orders to get medical supplies, but made your voice soft and warm when you spoke to him. He noticed then that you always did that, when it was just the two of you or when the attention was away, you spoke to him as if he something soft and gentle to and by God he was.

He was clay in your hands, clay to be molded and shaped to fit into your shape so that your radiance could heat him and bring him back to life so that he may support you and hold you and keep you safe.

"I think a new call sign is in order, hermosa." He whispered, numb to the pain in his head as he raised a hand to hold your face.

"Shh, Rudy, hold still. I'm almost done." You caught his hand, squeezing it tightly as you wrapped the bandages around his head.

"I think Angel is much more fitting. Eres un ángel, esos suaves toques solo podrían pertenecer a una." You smiled and finished the bandages, looking down at him with fondness as you held his hand to your chest.

"I think you have a concussion."

"Perhaps," he shrugged and used his other hand to grasp your cheek. "Or perhaps I have died and the angels had no other choice but to use your face, although I hope that is not the case. I still have to take you to the coast." He struggled to keep his eyes open as the pain medication you gave him started to take effect.

Rodolfo felt something then, firmer but still soft as roses on his lips. "You better." He heard you say, another gentle touch on his forehead that he couldn't recognize before slipping unconscious.

The next time he would kiss you would be just before you left, Valeria in custody and the plane that would cart you away from him waiting behind you. You take his hand and press an envelope into it. "I'm a romantic." You explained, "Write to me?"

He cradled your face and pulled you close, kissing your lips with as much gusto and adoration he could fit into it before he could lose his nerve. The feeling of your arms wrapped around his neck would soon become a favorite of his.

"I will." One more kiss to your lips and you were away.

It would be another six months before he could hold you in his arms again, swinging you around once you came off the airport terminal and committing the sound of your laugh to memory. He wasted no time in taking you to his villa, one hand on your thigh as he drove and you resting against his arm.

And soon the ocean is a distant roar, muffled by the sounds of his Los Cojolites and the sizzling of breakfast he was cooking. The scent of heliotrope and sun-rippened tomatoes is heavy in the balmy air that pulses in time with his heart. His shirt open and revealing the marks you had given him the night before and that morning and he sees you, sitting on the veranda with a cup of coffee and tour own marks on display. Rodolfo smiles and walks out, settling behind you with a hand on your shoulder and another under your chin as he looks at you with nothing but love.

"Want some company, cariño?"

And he knows you could never say no.

[prettyboykatsuki]

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into it | k. bakugou 

➳ tags ;; smut, praise kink (so much praise kink),d/s undertones, dumbification fem!reader, unprotected, mild dacryphilia (what else do we expect lol), pro-hero!katsuki

➳ wc ;; 1.5k

➳ a/n ;; my period came n it’s My Day so im posting this. sorry if i’m a little rusty! i haven’t written any nsfw since like? march.

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He know he’s spoiled you rotten. 

He knows this fact better than anyone else in the entire world. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to others, he knew it and he knew it well. The way Bakugou Katsuki finds himself stuck by your side leaves him with more questions and answers. He’s developed quite the habit of listening to your every word, clinging off your little attention and praise like it was more important than anything else. 

In a way, it was. That feeling he gets in his stomach, the pride in his chest when you bat long lashes at him and say “katsuki” the way only you ever could. You’ve got a grip on his being like nothing else. The world could be falling apart but he knows in his head he would be worrying about his baby. 

He knows he’s in love and he’s strong enough to admit it. But there’s a difference between being in loved and being whipped beyond belief or comparison. He’s indefinitely the latter.

He’s whipped out of his fucking mind. It’s ridiculous and gets more ridiculous as the days pass. The way he pours so much energy into leaving you spoiled and sated. He was always the asshole, the tough guy - but these days he questions himself for just how soft he’s gone. 

For you and only you. If anyone else had half the attitude you had with him, he’d probably rock their shit. With you, he merely sighs - grabs your face with strong hands and goes “why you bein so bratty huh?” until you’re confessing all your sins to him. It’s a religion of sorts, practice of worship. If you’re an altar, Katsuki feels like follower. Disobedience to your desires has always felt like sacrilege. 

Bakugou knows he spoils you too much. You’re not much for material but when it comes to time and attention, he’s always making room for you. Sits you in his lap while he works as long as you behave (lets you stay even if you don’t). Comes home to you. Doesn’t go out unless he’s sure you won’t be lonely. 

You didn’t particularly ask for any of it. You’re eager to let him be, but him? He seethes at the idea you’re getting your daily dose of love from anyone else. Turn his blood hot under his skin, makes his mind feel like it can’t sit still. 

So you’re spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. Bakugou would be damned if anyone came near you with the intentions of what he always intends too. 

You’re spoiled, to put it plainly. But Bakugou can’t say he hates it, no matter how much he tries 

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“Such a spoiled fuckin’ brat, huh?,” 

You shake your head, but your voice trembles in your throat when you try to reply. With the way Bakugos got your legs pinned, a hand resting on your navel with two fingers in your cunt, it’s hard to think at all. You squirm out of his reach, away from him. Everything in your body feels like it’s trembling and the pressure in your body has you dizzy and aching. 

Your clit is swollen from what feels like hours of stimulation. His mouth latches onto the swollen nerves, and goes and goes - matches the pace of his fingers fucking in and out of you. Every movement makes you twitch - an aching fever in your core. It’s almost painful - completely overwhelming. Bakugous determination leaves little room for error. 

“Ngh, I don’t ― aah, don’t mean to be” 

He chuckles a little at that. You can feel it reverberate against your body. When your eyes flutter open to see him between your legs, you’re sure you’re gonna cum again right away. Bakugou fucks you open with two fingers then three - stretches you out till your nice and soft. It makes you feel gooey, cum and saliva pooling onto once stain-less sheets. 

“Katsuki, ‘s enough, please - enough,” 

“Not enough baby,” he bites your thigh with sharp canines, red eyes boring into yours “Gotta be a good girl ‘n give one more. Spoiled fuckin’ brats gonna take all of it, aint she?” 

You let out something half-way between a whine and a whimper. The muscles in your thighs ache from holding still so long - from shaking. Your eyes roll up till there’s only white. Fuck you’re cumming again. How many times is it now? You can’t remember. 

It aches. Your cunt like a play-thing against the wet muscle, thick fingers that stretch you much wider than you thought possible before. He gives and gives and gives - and you take like the spoiled and greedy brat you are. When he ruins your pretty pussy into stuttered, breathless and raggedy orgasm - you take it all so greedily. 

“So fuckin’ pretty when you cream on my fingers, princess,” and he grunts, uses his free hand to jerk his cock. It’s stiff enough to hurt, the ache in his balls unbearable. But he’s gotta get you nice and sloppy - he likes to give it to you all in one go after all. 

Your brain feels like it’s melting, mouth dropped own and drooling. Katsuki is always so mean  but not with you. With you, he’s whispering sweet nothings into your sweaty skin and biting claim into the flesh. You let him melt you into whatever shape he likes with the promise he’ll hold you through it. 

“Gone and fucked you real stupid, huh?” 

There’s an unmistakable affection in his words that makes you screw your eyes tight enough it hurts. Tears prick your lashes as another orgasm rips through - shreds you to pieces. 

“Katsuki” 

You hold your arms out for him, needing to cling - and he lets you like he always does. You kiss him desperately, tongue searching for desperate reprieve as he drags sticky fingers up to your mouth. You can feel his cock slide between your folds, heady heavy and throbbing against your clit. 

It’s so, so hot. It’s molten, your brain and stomach turned to complete fucking mush. You whine again - loud into his mouth. 

“Clean ‘em good or you’re not getting my cock”

You nod dumbly. His fingers slide down your throat, touch your tongue and stretches your mouth out. 

“Haah,” he chuckles against your throat “So fuckin’ messy, huh? Your mouth and your pretty little pussy are so fuckin’ soaked for me, aint they?” 

“Yeah, yeah - ‘s f’r you” 

“All for me?” 

You nod with his fingers in your mouth, smiling like you’ve won the fucking lottery as you look him in the eyes. So obedient and pretty and good. His dick aches. 

“Mhm” 

He has you pinned so easily underneath, grunting as your knees are brought to your ears. You yelp as he bends over you, sliding his cock against your clit - fucking right between as he looks at your desperate face. Your eyes gone hazy as you watch his cock almost catch on your hole but never quite hitting. 

“’tsuki, hngh - please”

You’re distraught. So fucking spoiled - you’re in delirium begging for his dick. You need him so bad you don’t know anything other than digging your nails into his biceps and begging over and over and over. 

“Fuck  ― fuckin’ take this dick baby, shit” 

Your brain turns to static when you feel him fill you up in one fluid motion. Katsuki is thicker than he’s big, stretches you so good you scream silently. Strong hips that make you ricochet right into the bed with each thrust, you can feel yourself cream over him. It’s humiliating. 

He rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he pistons you. Your body jerks so violently you almost lose hold - but Bakugou placates you with a tongue in your mouth. Kisses you messy with teeth and tongue - so salacious it has your cunt fluttering. His muscular body pins you to the bed, leaves you helpless and open wide for him to take.

 Bakugou’s spoiled you so he knows how you need, knows how to make you cum even when you’re so fucked out you can’t feel the air in your lungs. 

He french kisses you because he knows that’s how you like it - his spoiled, obsessive angel that can’t quite get enough of him. He knows just how your mouth likes to be occupied, knows just what nerves to hit. 

“C-Cumming!” 

Bakugou drops his forehead on your shoulder, mouth enveloping yours. He doesn’t say anything but his fingers grip into the fat of your thigh. You can feel him in your stomach, in your cevix 

Bakugou cums in you hot and heavy and thick. He groans into your mouth - jaw tense and brows taught when he fucks his load into until it’s all mixed together. 

His eyes open to check on you, his baby. Your eyes are red and puffy with tears - but you’re smiling lazily. Scheming. He squints

“What the fuck is it, brat?”

“.. You’re only gonna give me one?” 

Goddamn it. 

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[soliavenne]

NSFW nasty ask: what y’all think is Gaara’s favorite sex position/thing to do/receive? I think when he’s in the Hera of the moment, and it has been a few weeks, he will pick you up and bang you into the wall with your legs wrapped around him. I also think he low key likes to 69 but won’t admit it. Thots?

Ahhh shit.

Here I thought I'd end my day on fresh-off-the-church-no-sinning-I-bake-free-pies-for-my-neighbors-every-sunday kinda note but you send me this ask and I just...

Yep fuck it 😂😂😭😂😭😂😂 IT'S ON

when someone in the near future decides to ask me what I live for I would slap a screenshot of this ask right at their face

Y E S

YESSS I LOVEEEE THIS 😩😩😩✊✊❤❤

This man I swear literally every nasty ask about him MAKES ME FUCKING WEAK.

I agree with you. I AGREE WITH YOU HARD. Fucking against the wall is a thing between the two of you. He aint wasting those back muscles carrying that huge ass gourd for years babe. 😌😩😩❤

This man is an epitome of what a soft dom is. He's all sweet and gentle, but if you ask for it, you will fucking have it. All you have to do by then is moan and cum again and again like you deserve it. He won't stop pounding his cock into you until you register that thought into your system.

When Gaara gets super into it he turns into a passionate fuck machine. It's filthy yet it's still just so fucking affectionate, still so fucking sensual. The sharp contrast of getting fucked and being loved at the same time is what will keep you going crazy for he handles every bit of you in the bedroom.

I feel like his favorite positions involve the closest he could get to feeling your skin at all times. He gets off of it. He just likes to have your warmth all of for himself. Personally I think his favorite sex position is the sensual, lazy dog. 😌😌😌✊✊

I feel like even through years of marriage Gaara is still a little conscious of his euphoric facial expressions. Pounding you from behind allows him the comfort of just letting pleasure rip through him. It's not like he wants to hide his face away from you during the entire lovemaking, it's just the position allows him the possibility to not have his face be on display 24/7, but still have the capacity to do show his face if he wants to. It's the best of both worlds.

He also loves how close his mouth is to your ear. He's still finding his way through dirty talking and he's not gonna lie, he loves how you get goosebumps all over your skin whenever he talks filthy or even just growls your name right into your ear.

The position allows him access to neck kissing, licking, and biting, hair pulling, back massage and caress, wrapping a loose grip around your throat or a firm grip on your shoulder. If you elevate your body a bit he'd have access to your breasts and clit too.

The angle itself just ends up with him fucking you deeper and harder. 😌😌 And he's into that, you're into that. You two are soaking the sheets wet! 😩😩❤❤

Gaara's heart would skip a beat if you ask him to do 69. You'll have to wait for days until he even gets to speak his thoughts about it.

Either way you do know it's going to happen anyway. He's just a little shy. 😌😌

YA'LL ANYONE WHO READS THIS DROP YOUR NASTY THOUGHTS IN THE COMMENTS. DON'T BE SHY. I DON'T BITE, GAARA'S THE ONE WHO DOES THAT. 😩😌😌✊✊❤❤

Hahaha fuck I FEEL ALIVE. I enjoyed this, this is just too indulgent. 😌🤪🤪🤪❤❤ Thank you soooo so much for this blessing queen. YOU'RE THE BEST 😌😌😌❤❤

[anninhiliation]

Thunder and Rain

A/N: lmfao I just want to read some sin but I read all i could find so here I am donating my filth to you. I as usual own nothing. This was inspired by season 2 episode 3 (as you could tell by the direct line quotes!) 

Warnings: its sex. Under my user it aint ever gentle unless requested.

Masterlist

Even though you were a Northsider, Toni Topaz was still your best friend. The two of you met in Kindergarten when you still lived on the South Side. Your father was given raise in the middle of that school year and your parents thought it best if you finished the year there and over the summer move to the North Side. Thus that summer you moved out of Sunnyside Trailer Park and onto Elm Street, becoming neighbors with Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper. You were friendly with both, but you never felt like you truly belonged with the group. You spent most of your childhood having sleepovers and play-dates with Toni anyways. Even though the two of you were best friends, you guys kept your south and north side lives private with each other. That is until one day when Toni invited you to help her and Jughead out to clean up the Red and Black offices. 

“Well it’s no New York Times,” Jughead commented after opening the dusty curtains. 

“But, hey, kudos on finding your safe space, Snowflake.” Toni responded

“It could be worse!” You chirped in as you blew the dust off of an old computer. 

“Yeah! All I need now is a photographer with an amazing eye and a hunger for social justice. And I think I’ll be set.” Jughead persuaded. 

You looked over at Toni wiggling your eyebrows. Suddenly the door busted open with three tall and muscular South Side Serpents. The one standing in the middle spoke

“Topaz. Let’s bounce.” He said quickly looking at her and then putting his attention on Jughead. 

He's so unbelievably handsome. You thought to yourself. 

“Jones, you wanna come with? We’re going down to the quarry.” The boy spoke with a mesmerizingly sexy deep voice. 

“Uh, I don’t have my beach bod yet,” Jughead said softly, looking away from the boy. 

Anger sparked in the boys' eyes. 

“What, you’ll ask for help from the serpents when you need it but you won’t hand with us? Don’t come crawling to us hat in hand when some Ghoulie decides to earn his stripes by taking out FP Jones’s kid.” He hissed.

“Duly noted. Thank you, Sweet Pea. I appreciate what you and the Serpents have done for me and my dad. I do. But I’m done. Okay? No more favors coming your way.” Jughead shot back. 

Your eyes went wide as Sweet Pea began to get closer to Jughead.

“Hey, hey, hey. He made up his mind, okay?  Take the hint, Sweet Pea. He’s just not that into you. Let’s motor.” Toni intervened. 

“Y/N come on,” Toni said as she turned back looking at you and Jughead. “Catch you later Jones.” 

You quickly grabbed your small (y/f/c) leather backpack, waved goodbye to Jughead and powerwalked up to Toni. The two of you caught up with the rest of the Serpents who were all waiting on their bikes ready to go. 

“Whose this Topaz?” Sweet Pea questioned leaning on his bike looking directly at you.

“Y/N.” You spoke up and smiled at him. 

“Sweet Pea.” Sweet Pea responded and drove off. 

You looked over at Toni who was already on her bike. 

“Get on girl!” She said.

You hopped on Toni's bike and grabbed on to her waist. The drive to the quarry was fairly quick and uneventful. As you got off her bike your legs were a bit wobbly, as you have never ridden on Toni's bike before. The young serpents had gathered around a makeshift of benches from old logs and a self-made firepit. Sweet Pea was sitting on a log with a tan boy laughing and drinking a beer. 

“C’mon!” Toni said pulling you away from your thoughts.

You followed her towards Sweet Pea and the tan boy. 

“Sweet Pea, Fangs, meet Y/N. Play nice as I go get us a beer.” Toni said as she swiftly walked away. 

“So where are you from?” Fangs asked. 

“The Northside.” You replied and Sweet Pea quickly huffed clearly annoyed at the answer. “But I was born on the Southside and moved after kindergarten. How long have you guys known Toni?” You added trying to lessen the clear hatred from Sweet Pea. 

“Since the 1st grade, we were all sat next to each other.” Fangs said cheerfully smiling.

You smiled back and as swiftly as Toni left, she returned with the two beers. 

“Here Y/N.” Toni said as she handed you the beer.

“Thanks!” You smiled at her taking the drink.

The three of you engaged in multiple conversations and Sweet Pea stayed quiet. As the sun set, rain began to fall. 

“The Wyrm?” Fangs suggested.

Sweet Pea nodded as he stood up, and walked to his bike. Toni agreed as well and you were curious on what the Whyte Wyrm looked like. Once again you hopped on Toni’s bike and she drove the two of you to the Wyrm.

“Is Sweet Pea always quiet?” You asked Toni as you slid off her bike. 

“I've only seen him as quiet as he's been around new people or when he's upset. He's a pretty reserved guy. Why do you ask?” Toni questioned.

“Its nothing really, he just didn't seem like type when he was talking to Jughead.” You pointed out as the two of you headed inside the Wyrm.

Toni made an mmm noise as the two of you spotted Fangs and Sweet Pea by the pool table.

“What kinda drink do you want?” Toni asked as she walked over to the bar.

“Jack and coke please!” You shouted as you walked over to Fangs and Sweet Pea.

“You play?” Fangs asked as he hit the cue ball which rolled knocking the 9 striped and 10 striped into the hole.

“I have before. I'm not good though.” You said as you climbed up on a spectator chair. 

Toni sat down next to you and handed you your jack and coke. You sipped quietly and observed the boys playing pool.

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You were on your third drink, and tipsy and Sweet Pea was up to his second game playing another Serpent for money. It was raining harder than before, making you dread it when you would have to leave. Suddenly, the police barged in, grabbing Serpents and handcuffing them. The four of you ran out, all running in different directions as the police went to grab all of you. There you stood in the parking lot of the Wyrm with the rain beating down on you, instantly soaking you. Since you did not really know where you were you stubbled in a random direction. Out of nowhere, a motorcycle stopped next to you. 

“Get on Northsider.” It was Sweet Pea who removed his helmet and handed it to you.

You hesitated, but nodded and slid onto his bike. He drove fast, which made you hold on tighter than you did with Toni. The fast driving suddenly halted at a red light. That is when you realized, the vibration coming from the motorcycle which was hitting the right spot against your jean shorts, you being tipsy and the mysterious knight in leather was kind of a turn on.

“You okay?” Sweet Pea asked cutting the silence and breaking your train of dirty thoughts. 

“Oh, yeah I'm fine.” You responded. “Where are we going?” You added on realizing you had no idea where you were or where the destination was. 

“My place.” Sweet Pea said as the light turned green. 

Before you could finish your daydream of riding more than the motorcycle it stopped for the last time outside a trailer. He got off and began to walk towards the door until he heard a thump and saw you on the ground giggling to yourself. He swiftly turned around and helped you up. 

“Are you okay?” Sweet Pea asked, and for the first time, he genuinely sounded worried. 

“Yea, the mud was there to catch me.” You joked. 

“So why did you bring me to your place and not to Toni’s or back to my house?” You puzzled.

“The storms going to get worse and I don't know if Toni is home or was grabbed. This isn't the first time the cops came into our turf, take my family, and interrogate us about some bullshit and try to coarse us to rat out some bullshit confession of our own.” Sweet Pea replied slowly getting angrier. 

“So the less you guys know about where everyone is the better?” You assumed.

“Yea.” He mumbled as he unlocked the front door.

Inside the trailer was clean and cozy which surprised you. Sweet Pea walked away into a hallway, as you took off your shoes and left them by the front door. You did not make it far from the front door as a framed picture that hung on the wall caught your attention. It was a young boy, presumably Sweet Pea with an older man wearing a leather jacket and a woman.

“Here. There's a bathroom down the hall towards the left.” Sweet Pea spoke, watching you stare at the picture. 

You nodded, grabbing the folded tee shirt and sweat pants. You walked slowly towards the bathroom as you wanted to look at every detail. The bathroom was small and simple. You took off your dirty, soaked clothes and put on the teeshirt only as it was huge on you. Inspecting yourself in the mirror you looked like a hot mess. Your hair was all wet soaking the teeshirt where it laid. Your makeup had smudged a bit which you wiped away with toilet paper. You folded your clothes and took them in one hand and Sweet Peas clean, dry pants in the other. 

“Hey, do you have a plastic bag or something for my clothes?” You asked Sweet Pea finding him in the kitchen. 

“Give them to me, I own a dryer you know.” Sweet Pea said chuckling. 

You handed them over, never breaking eye contact. 

“And the sweat pants?” You questioned.

“Was there something wrong with them?” He asked taking the pants back.

“No, I just hate pants.” You replied fiddling with one of your rings.

You followed Sweet Pea to his laundry room which turned out to be a closet hiding the washer and dryer. There he added his dirty clothes with yours and grabbed a blanket from the top shelf. He then shut the closet doors and walked back to the front part of the trailer placing it on the couch. 

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Sweet Pea stated.

Thunder and lightning abruptly struck. Causing you to jump and latch onto Sweet Pea. Quickly realizing what you had done, you let go. 

 “I’m so sorry!” You said repeatedly biting your lip. “Also you take the bed I don't mind the couch! I really don't mind and I don't want to impose!” You nervously went on as the thunder and lightning continued making you more nervous. 

“So a group of bikers, and riding on a motorcycle with someone you barely know doesn't scare you but a storm does?” Sweet Pea asked smirking.

“I’ve known Toni for years and shes a biker! And you're friends with Toni so I knew it was safe!” You quickly defended. “My mom died in the middle of a storm like this when I was little and my dad was on a business trip. When the ambulance came to take her they left me behind and the power cut out.” You added on, fidgeting with your ring. 

“I'm sorry.” Sweet Pea said awkwardly. “Want me to put on a movie? It could help distract you.” He added.

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Sweet Pea ended up playing a movie that neither of you was really interested in. One thing led to another, a few conversations sparked but there you were in Sweet Pea's trailer, on his couch sitting on top of him making out. His hands went to your lower back and even lower finding their way to gripping your ass. You let out a moan as you pulled on his bottom teeth with your mouth. He picked you up swiftly and carried you to his bedroom dropping you on his bed. He quickly pounced on you forming love bites on your neck. 

“Fuuuuccckkk” You moaned out leaving a trail down his back with your nails. 

Sweet Pea roughly took the tee shirt you wore off. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and removed it as well. And hungrily went after his sweat pants. There his member sprung out and you ravished it. Quickly licking up the shaft and sucking on the head. Sweet Pea hissed out a moan as he pulled your hair. You went deeper and gagged on him. When you went up for air, you bobbed on his rock hard cock a bit more. It didn't take much after that for Sweet Pea to cum in your mouth. You swallowed it down as you locked eyes with him. 

“Baby girl that's so hot.” Sweet Pea cooed as he bent down bring you closer to him. 

You felt his breath against your beating core. Smirking, Sweet Pea attacked your core with his mouth. 

“Sweets” You moaned out

That boy’s tongue was sent from the gods. His fingers came in contact with your core immediately finding your g spot and nerve endings. One hand grasped his raven locks and the other outstretched in the sheets. 

“Pea please fuck me” You whimpered. 

“Beg baby girl” Sweet Pea purred.

“Pea” You cried out. “I need you inside me.”

You began squirming underneath him and the lust in his eyes grew deeper. He reached over to his bedside and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. He then grabbed your hands and placed your hands through the cuffs, the chain passing through the bed frame. You’ve never been tied up before, but it just made your lust for Sweet Pea deeper. You spread your legs wider, begging for more. Sweet Pea adjusted himself and slowly inserted his member in you. He gave you time to adjust, by pacing himself slowly. 

“Faster” You whimpered biting your lip. 

He did as you asked causing the bed frame to slam against the wall. You held on tight to the chains on the cuffs, allowing incoherent moans to escape your mouth. Sweet Pea began to leave love bites on your neck and collar bone driving you crazy. 

“Baby girl you taste so good” Sweet Pea cooed in your ear as he nibbled on it. 

By now a thin layer of sweat began to glisten on both of your bodies. 

“Sweets I’m going to cum” you managed to moan out.

“Cum for me baby” Sweet Pea purred as his thumb worked on your clit.

You released as Sweet Pea rode you out, and once you were done he released himself all over your abdomen. He then bent over and freed you from the handcuffs. 

“Round two in the shower?” you asked biting your lip.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Jeremiah: how'd you know that was your granny?

Me; i remember her voice. Jeremiah don't cry

Jeremiah: that's so fucked up how do you say that to someone?

Well... I remember her voice and im sure God made sure that memory was open for me. She got a real rugged voice like her life, I knew it when she said I had to apologize. Its a voice that carries all this pain from all these years. Remember she was real old and wrinkled like crispy crispy fried chicken. And her little old eyes... They were always sad and mad and all mean no nonsense and she couldn't ever hear and i hated yelling at her so she could hear so she had me write it down for her.

But her voice is like her face when she was alive, deep from the heart carrying what the heart feels, that's how. Just carrying all her life dignity and harsh life experiences.

So a little story about my mom and my granny. Denise used to live with my granny in one of them silver bullet type campers but it was real spacious. She used to live there with granny to keep her ass from jail. Granny was the only one that could ring her up by her neck like a chicken and beat that ass.

One time we went to visit in about 1985 and Denise went in there and stabbed her with an ink pen right in the foot. I remember that iodine they used to clean and heal it up with all on her skin. And the bandages.

Denise did it right in front of me cause i went out there and Denise was taking off ber top all "my granny gonna give me a bath" and my granny looked scared.

Mind you id already drank bleach watched my twin brother murdered in front of me abd bypassed death multiple times So i knew by looking in grannys blue eyes she wasn't about to give no one a bath.

So i looked all in the small trailer and told her "there aint no place to take a bath. There aint no tub. What in the sink? You're way too fat to"

"Well fine I'll wash the dishes" took a pan and knocked my granny out cold! I ran to get my dad and I felt i didn't run fast enough by the time i got back my mom was all trying sex shit on my granny who was knocked out. So i went outside and screamed on the top of ny lungs and everyone came running then.

They dumped granny in an old wash tub in the yard. Old silver one y'all rich people use to feed your calves and horses in. And woke her up and i was all satisfied cause I got to wondering "where does she bathe?" Well in the big house of course but they only had a shower there. So i was all "now that's a bath" the rest of the summer i used it for my bathing tub and my swimming pool and we made a mud pit to wrestle my cousin in. Girls against girls and boys against boys my granny said. Till i won all the girls at least twice then she said i could wrestle the boys. With my clothes on of course. Kyle was the only one that could beat me of my cousins. Now he is gangsta thug through and through. Big as Hell and i know I'd be a dumb bitch to start with him but he ain't nothing but a big ole teddy bear to most. Still would not cross him a bit. I beat a few of my uncles, too. But to be fair i was pretty wiggly and we were in some real wet slick mud from my tub overflow and swimming with the girl cousins and the boys splashing during their turn. And a bit of sprinkle instigation from my granny spraying us down to call quits and to hose those beat down so they could go play safe.

So that night i was hiding in my moms old bed with granny in her little house and my uncle all dumb came with my mom, not knowing what was to happen. Well my mom told little old Shane to beat it and my mom was all trying her Sins again and she kept wiggling at the curtain and all so I crept up to the corner and peeked around and Denise said "why is she in here?"

Granny said "well you didn't even know she was missing"

And so Denise punched her right in the eye! So i jumped up and knocked down the blue and green and yellow paisley curtain to separate the bed space, thankfully I jumped and it didn't heat me full on the head and i started screaming full on hoping my uncle was close enough to hear.

He was But he ran in the big house to get my dad and his dad and anyone else.

I was standing on the curtain when Denise stabbed my granny with the blue note pen we were using to talk with. And stabbed my granny right in the ankle space above her foot and under the calf.

Then she came for me so i ducked in that small 5 feet of space that the kitchen covered, yanked that pen out my granny and went towards my mom and she ran for the door, the fat coward. So I stabbed her right in the left shoulder blade like a boss bitch. I was 4 years old.

"Well you little" she spat as she turned with eyes only the Devil himself would be fond of. I was fucking exhausted fighting all day and being in the mud and all and i had been sleeping so i got pissed. I wouldn't done that shit she stayed in the big house like she was supposed to.

So i took that pan granny put in the drawer, a good 9 inch iron skillet only God could made and I started beating the shit outta her. Right on the left side of the face first then she fell all fake and i kept beating her then she started biting my granny!!! Right about then the door flew open and my little uncle that had just been out was there and he said "they're coming" i saw relief on my granny i was all "no i got this, shut the door I don't need the whole house seeing this"

But i seen a pair of old man grandpa hands that been working the prison for 40 years reach in and grab those fat ankles and pull her out and im yelling and beating her the whole time. "Hey! What the Hell are you doing?! I ain't finished! Shit and Fuck! Get back here you dumb bitch ---"

And i looked up in the dark and saw nothing but my grandpa's bright blue eyes twinkling in the low kitchen light "Well finish"

"I... Uh.. Let me get the pan!" I was plum confused "are you sure? I can for sure kill her"

"As you wish" and he gestured toward my mother's body. She was wrestling to wake up and grandpa put his bare foot brave to walk in the desert valley of Arizona square on her back and i told him hold on to the door so he didnt fall and i went wailing on her till my dad came and i looked at my dad with that iron pan in both my hands held low at my hips "but I'm not finished"

Oh grandpa just started laughing so hard he could barely stand i was glad he held that door cause for sure he would fallen. And grandpa said "ah just let her"

"Alright!!!" I started to begin wailing again "oh can i dad?" I was a perfect child, always getting permission from adults to murder. Still do. Still do. Except for here and there in My teenage years. "Oh and someone got to take care of her!" Cause my dad and grandpa were wondering if i was finished cause i was covered in blood. And granny was yelling "no its me! Let her finish!"

So my dad went in and left to get some bandages from the house. Cause she was squirting blood all over. And dripping and her tea towel (hand towel) was soaked nearly full of blood except the corners.

Granny hollering "I'll be fine! Let her finish!"

Y'all see me in this old lady? Genetics baby, i got the good ones.

So i started wailing harder than ever on that old beast. Im only four and that iron skillet was heavy and i been done using my muscles for the day already. But i got fueled for seeing that blood and i kept on the back of her neck till grandpa said "woah what's that pen doing out her back? Did you do your granny too?"

My mouth dropped open "no sir"

"Alright then finish" just like a prison guard he told me.

"Well yes sir where shall i hit?" My granny had been teaching me old fancy words and styles of speaking from "the old South" all day. Kinda testing me. She would say a sentence like "shall I order some tea?" And I had to guess what she asked "oh can you" and I would write "can" and she would say what kinda can? She would show me green bean can and i would shake my head no.

"Well you can hit her in the legs so she can't walk and do this no more"

So i hit her square on her lower ass "the top of the legs! The middle! The ankle, the calve!" I went up and down shouting anatomy I looked up at my granny and she looked tired with her head down so i yelled "oh fuck! Is she alright?!? Dad is my granny--?" And she waved her hand at me my dad was looking up at me, his eyes full of pain, sadness and glistening with humor and admiration. My mouth fell over "are you" and i stumbled towards him and granny waved me off again and i seen she was laughing and she sat up heehawwing all kinds! Then put her head down. Grandpa was shaking the whole door with his laughing nearly shaking it plumb off i was afraid. "Now what were you doing when i was shouting anatomy? Your face was different" i hit that ink pen in further about all i could muscle up seeing everyone was alright.

"Anatomy? Billy where she learned this shit from? I know shall and sir was from her but anatomy?! What? Go on you can hit again"

"Oh Idk i guess Denise"

"Yeah that bitch be hitting me if i don't help her study right. Don't you?" I grabbed her by the back of her bloody head and looked in her face and dropped both her and the pan "oh my God, that's gross. She about to stink"

She was dead.

"Now we gotta do CPR" said my tired dad

"Now you hold on! Now this is MY house! Sabrina you do the CPR" i helped him flip the bitch over "now Billy you stay right there. Sabrina now you jump on her chest! Get to starting!"

"But i don't wanna!!!!"

"Now come on I'll help you. Well hold hands, you know how to take a life dont you? Now you gotta earn your path and make sure you know how to restart one too! Now come on! Don't run!"

Dam I tried not to learn that lesson and dam if it hadn't stuck with me all these years. 4 year old kid me learned some real stuff back then in 1985 but here in 2019 i learned the rest of my path. Sometimes it's alright to let me finish and run off. Now me and Jesse are in a fight because he disagreed with me, i got real mad and some new friends questioned my judgement. But they understood after a nap. And i still ain't friends with Jesse now. Cause it ain't about death with him its the fact he still wants kr to suffer. So I'm glad my granny is back Because she aint that way. My grandpa is here, too And he sure is sorry. He died of cancer. My Granny just cause she was old lonely and had a broken heart. And Jesse better watch the fuck out cause hes the liar, not me. He got me mad. Done sent two people to kill me in Santa Fe and some bitch tonight all talking about hiding on my porch with a gun. I told his bitch ass he better be in a bullet proof vest cause ima shoot his face with it. He got scared m i told him he better start running and jesse was all she's too fat to chase you!! For real. My legs work. Today in 2019.

So now i listened cause my dad yelled but my granny said "let her run!"

But I listened cause my dad always protected me so if it was me I'd want CPR probably

And we had a discussion about it. And grandpa said "you want me and your dad to do it or you want me and you?!"

"Me and you, i guess. If someone's gotta do it better be Me, sir i got it" i grudgingly climbed on my moms fat where my grandpa gave me a tight hug and made my sadness disappate.

I tried to run again "now come here!"

"Awh! I thought I'd get a hug and that would be the end!"

"Is that what your mother do to you?"

I started all crying trying to explain.

"Never Mind ill call the ambulance"

My dad did and my dad said not to jump and put my feet where they should go and i just moved up and down real soft a bit once the ambulance lights turned the corner.

Grandpa said to take granny first although she was hurt a bit and said Denise was going to through coroner and the EMT argued "we are here to save a life"

"Then save her!" He pointed at me, "SHE did this Cause her momma, this one" he pointed at the ground "has been attacking dear old granny all day! Now call the coroner! I would say im sorry! But im not! Now call it up use the phone! Go on and do it!"

"Sir let me remind you you're not the sheriff!"

"then call him!!"

"Im glad I'm not in prison because now I can see why you work there youre scaryyyy"

"Did he make you do it?!?!"

"He stabbed my granny with a pen? No she did!!!!"

Granpa was all "whoa! Now she knows consequences of actions and you're standing here arguing and i got one bleeding to death, a little one all nervous and a dead body! Are you here to save a life or what not?!?!"

"Yes sir. Let me get in there to old granny but move her" finally he looked down "oh she's dead. Im sorry sir"

"Well i ain't!" My grandpa was loud granny laughed.

"Y'all are about as sick in the head as i ever seen" the EMT tried not to laugh

"Well you see a grown woman trying to rape your granny! That was her mom and she got her and i sure aint sorry it's about the 5th time today I had to get onto her about behaving!" Then grandpa's voice got quiet and gentler "now this one!" And he picked me up and carried me "now im going over to the tractor!!" And he put me up high on it and told me he was hiding me and I could run if i wanted, no one would ever catch me.

I didn't. And i was told to tell only what Denise had done to my granny. And i had won at muscle wrestling all day in the mud and i was in there sleep to protect my granny And i did. To the fullest extent of the law.

Unfortunately they sent the fat old bitch to the hospital and got her dumb ass back to life. Unfortunately I didn't beat it into her brains well enough... Cause now 34 years later.... Denise hasn't changed.

We should just put her in the field and ran her over with the tractor for the horses to eat and the dogs.

Its made me wiser to the world around me. Smarter than i can stand, until i want death myself because there's no end to misery.

But I've learned that i can't kill them all. So days that I get the good old dead back relieve a misery that i cannot stand that I see in so many people.

And those life lessons I learned all those years ago at the tender age of four have always stuck with me and have changed the world m from Iraq to Afghanistan to the good old USA. And they will continue to. And even in London.

And that's my promise given to me by the dead that they intend to keep.

So lately I've been thinking about Revelations in the bible. It keeps me happy to think one day (hopefully soon) all the evil will drop dead and all the good ghosts can once again have bodies they can keep. That keeps me healthy and "mentally sane" as they call it.

[julesdelorme]

Prospero's Book - A Western Part 2

breed crouched on a cliff.

his notebook on his knee. studying his list. the names crossed out. the names still left.

only three names not crossed out.

some of those crossed out had already died before he could get to them. twenty years is a long time in that wild world that called itself the united states.

the sun beat down on him. the smell of the desert. sage. mesquite. sand. 

his were not a desert people. they were people of the forest. the deep woods. marsh, creeks and swamps. The great river that led north to the cold wind and ocean. the deep lake that was ultimately at the bottom of the river. this was the world he knew as well as he knew his own arms.

this desert was different. deeply fiercely hot in the day and bitter cold at night. creatures such as he had never seen before. even the desert coyotes were different than those he had grown up with in the woods.

he liked how angry the sun was here.

how large the night sky.

he thought that once all the names were crossed out he might come back here.

only three names left. and then his book would be done. finding them was not always easy. all of those left had been seen here in the southwest. brought here by the indian wars or by the gold rush is california.

he watched a scorpion explore a rock below him. back and forth back and forth. hunting. its tail curled and ready.

breed took out his knife and sharpened it on a stone he had brought with him. wetting the rock. long slow stroke. long slow stroke. while he studied the last names on the list. he had tracked down two. one in southern texas. one in san francisco. the third was last sighted in abilene.

texas was closest. 

there first.

then san francisco.

then track down the third and final one.

he sharpened his knife and crouched on the rock.

sun beating down on him. desert smells.

the scorpion hunting in the shadows of the rock.

long slow stroke. 

three names left on the list.

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san francisco.

the one in texas dead and left behind.

noise and the stink of cooking food, mud and salt from the ocean.

a cold wind that bit through to the bone.

the saloon was noisy. stank of spilled beer and sweat and cigars. too many people crowded into one sinful place. gambling. drinking to excess. whores.

breed was not a religious man but he did not believe in these wasters of the human spirit.

he believed in killing.

he believed in revenge. 

he believed in consequences.

he had been told that mackildan was here, gambling, possibly whoring.

they all looked alike here. all looking to get over on their fellow man. mackildan could be any of them. he knew only that he had been told that the man was in the throws of consumption. but he could not be sure how far it had advanced. mackildan could be one of the any thin and pale looking ones or he could still be carrying weight. all the beards made it hard to tell on many of the faces.

breed made his way to the bar.

he ordered a drink. he never drank what he ordered. when he was served. if he was served. but it would be odd not to order a drink in a bar.

here in san francisco the bartender did not look at him twice before serving breed. they had less time to differentiate here. money was what mattered.

while breed stood at the bar he listened through the noise. for a name. for a clue.

so much noise it was hard to hear anything.

but he would wait. and he would try.

and after a little less than an hour he heard someone say the name. time to show your cards mackildan. from the card tables.

breed turned and looked.

he saw a man grin and show his cards, a rolled unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. thin, but not wasted thin. pale but no more than most of the men around him. if he was sick he wasn’t in the late stages yet.

good.

breed did not want to kill any man who could not put up a fight. he would do it, he had done it when he had to, but he liked it better when they could put up a fight. he turned back to the bar but just enough that he could watch mackildan without seeming to watch him.

he ordered another drink.

you aint finished the first one. the bartender said. 

taking my time. breed said.

the bartender looked at him. sniffed. and went on to the next call.

sooner or later he would have been noticed for ordering only one drink. even in a busy bar like this.

he put a coin for the drink and watched mackildan without seeming to watch him.

he’d never make it out of the saloon if he killed mackildan here. better to wait. better to watch.

mackildan lost often and he lost badly. 

breed didn’t have to wait long before he was out of money and had to leave the table. mackildan went straight for the doors, his face flushed with anger.

breed followed him.

the streets were crowded and busy. but breed was patient and eventually mackildan turned down an alley. patience paid off. 

breed slid into the darkness of the alley and called out mackildan’s name.

mackildan pulled his gun as he turned. he was fast but reckless.

he missed his first shot as breed slipped along the wall opposite mackildan’s gun side so mackildan had to turn to aim again.

too slow.

breed cut high on that gun arm on the inside of the bicep and through all the big muscles of the upper arm.

mackildan didn’t drop the gun but it sagged in his grip.

breed cut on the inside of the upper leg, cutting the artery there and then for good measure stabbed him in the groin. 

mackildan sagged to the ground and finally dropped his gun.

he didn’t scream. he didn’t have the strength left to scream.

blood soaked the wet earth of the alleyway.

thames river. breed said to mackildan’s questioning eyes.

he wiped the blood on his knife off on mackildan’s shirt and watched him die.

one more to go.

breed would be glad to be clear of this crowded noisy city.

______________________________________________________________________________

wichita.

breed walked into the bar and everything went silent. everyone turned to stare at the lone half breed in the saloon.

breed didn’t pause. he walked to the bar and waited.

no one spoke or moved for the longest time. they just stared. and waited.

the bartender walked over to breed. spit some chew into a glass. we don’t serve no injuns. the bartender said. no injuns and no half breeds.

breed didn’t move. didn’t speak.

you heard me half breed. the bartender said. you ain’t gettin served so git.

breed stood stock still and quiet.

hey barney. a voice said along the bar to the bartender. why’nt you let him be.

barney didn’t answer. he stared at breed. git before i make you git. he told breed.

barney. the voice said. it ain’t no big deal.

barney turned toward the voice. you mind yer own self jim. this ain’t none of yer beeswax. 

jim. 

and the bartender spit more juice into the spittoon.

breed checked jim out through the corner of his eye. big. taller even than breed. big boned but not fat. the mountain of a man stepped back from the bar and made his way to breed’s side. beard and buckskin. wind burned cheeks. buffalo hunter or something like. he towered over breed in a way that few men did.

if you don’t want to serve him, you can serve me. the mountain named jim said to barney. what’ll you have? he said to breed.

whiskey. breed said.

it didn’t matter. but whiskey seemed to be the common call.

name’s jim. jim said. you’re not from around here.

breed didn’t answer. just waited.

from somewhere north is my guess. jim said. i seen people dressed like you up north. none of the tribes round here dress like that. you from up north?

breed nodded. waited.

i fought in the war up north. saw tecumsee his own self. he dressed something like that.

breed let him talk. and kept waiting.

i killed me some of tecumsee’s people. some shawnee and some iroquoys. they fought like hell to a man. outnumbered they still fought like hell. goddamn british turned and ran but tecumsee and his people stood their ground and fought. never stood a chance. i admired the hell out of those warriors.

but you still killed them. breed said.

yeah. yeah i did. jim said. still feel the shame of it in my bones.

the shame of it.

what happened that day wasn’t right. tecumsee and his people deserved better than what we did. jim said.

breed turned and looked right at jim. looking to see if he was joking.

it wasn’t like in the books. in the papers. jim said. they fought like hell but it was just a slaughter. they never stood a chance.

jim gulped down his drink. the glass disappeared in his massive hand.

i killed my share that day. jim said. never got over the shame what i did.

breed was silent. And very still.

it haunts me. jim said. the shame.

you didn’t touch your drink. jim said after a moment. you kin drink it. no matter what anybody here says. no matter what anybody here does. you kin drink your drink.

breed didn’t move. he just stood at the bar.

i ain’t sayin you have to. jim said. just sayin if you want to drink it go ahead and drink it and nobody’s gonna stop you here. jim said it good and loud so everybody heard.

you were there. breed said. when tecumseth was killed. you were there.

i was there. jim said. i din’t kill him but i stood an watched. he went down fightin. he went down like a warrior should. not one of those that killed him deserved the right. not one of them was equal to him. not one of us. it was a shameful thing. i ain’t never done anythin as shameful as watchin that man die.

breed stood.

one way or the other yer drink’s on me. jim said. he put some coins on the bar. yer drink’s on me an i’m gonna let you be.

breed put a hand on the bar. 

then the other.

jim turned and walked away.

and breed just stood there.

he just stood there.

he just stood there.

and let jim walk away.

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[riotofslience]

my 30 cool but shit I want that 40 too 30 years around the sun. mill before im 42 one shot a body drop 191 include blood soaked stainless steel, showing what that hatred do gotta shake a move or sumn, niggas they aint playing fair ladder in my jean jacket, hoping they dont take me there blunt full of that thrasher huh, sinning while im taking care fuck to give Im looking but, I dont have none to spare dishonor and unloyalty some shit i can't even spell couldnt catch a blue cause they pussy and you gargamel sharp tongues gargle hollows lead lead'em right to hell gang full of winners niggas lo key you can't even tell stress up to the boiling point please dont press that boy or nothing he may might have to lose a screw, just to let you know it's sumn he might play around a bit but never think that nigga frontin might advise a suit a tie, if you think he really wouldnt peace a hot commodity, especially in my city dawg especially when it war to protect it and you get involved   especially for that peace we often waring with out inner fault especially when somebody end up dead you dont know who was wrong I stay out the fuckin way, money always on my mind head sloppy pussy drip cause any less aint worth my time moving smart my niggas too this circle kinda hard to find kickflip the curb Tony Hawk dont even know this grind rapper in this city thats on this and you aint make the list all them rounds you say you got you wont so none of them gone hit taking shots right at my soul and i aint really one to diss cause words tend turn insecurities into some shit

[secreteemotions-blog]

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[boshawbearclaw]

You Did This For Me?

Sharky Boshaw x Lucas O'Connor

It was a hot and humid Tuesday mid afternoon in October, the wide open area of the land at the end of a random path in the woods had dirt and gravel all over. A perfect spot to burn something, or in this case someone, this isn't just another one of Lucas' random Peggie BBQs. This was special, a birthday present.

Lucas stood infront of 10 peggies, it only took one little outpost and the bed of his truck to haul them to this handpicked secluded spot. They all lay tied up and bound on the dirt and gravel, the behemoth puts his hands on his hips and grumbles softly, 'how am i gonna do this, mm shitty tits', they whimper collectivley as he snaps his fingers and shouts, "i got an idea!" Lucas saunters forward and grabs one of them by their long fluffy hair and drags the Peggie into the position of the top part of the capitol 'i'.

He crouched and flick the Peggie on the nose, he points a menacing finger at him, "Stay." Lucas said sternly, he smirks when the man whimpers sheepishly. Lucas stands again and continues the process of dragging frightened and shaking Peggies into position, he had to slap some of them into submission while for others he simply had to glare at them and they'd be pissing themselves, again.

He stood for a final time before walking over to his pickup he jumped up onto the hood and examined his work. The 10 bound Peggies were shaped in the form of the words 'I <3 U' with the heart placed upright, they wiggle uselessly trying desperately to get free but fail miserably as other pray to Joseph for help.

He genuinely smiled at his almost complete project, "He's gonna love this, haha, y'all are doin' a good job!" He shouts, clapping his hands sarcastically. He hops down and continue his saunter over to the bed of his truck, the gravel crunched underneath his mud and blood stained boots.

He pulled the tailgate down and grabs the full jerrycan, scooting it towards him, he unscrews the cap and takes a deeeeeep inhale of the gasoline, a sudden wave of euphoria washes over him, He shakes his head with a chuff and screws it shut again, Lucas take off his Boomer shirt to reveal his sweaty, scarred and tattooed upper body. "You know--" He begins as he walks infront of his truck, he uses his shirt to wipe the sweat drippin' down his chest. "-- Y'all were hard to wrangle up, i mean i barely sweat and look at this shit, Ruined my fuckin' shirt."

Lucas sighs and tosses his shirt onto the hood of his truck, he looks down at the Peggies while he sets down the jerrycan.

Their eyes collectively flicker up and down between him and the large gas canister, all of them whimper and cry as the realization of whats gonna happen to them hits them like a freight train.

He began to sing a Danish nursery rhyme his pa used to sing to him when he was little as they tried to plead for him to let them go, "Bjørnen sover, Bjørnen sover, i sin lune bo. Han er ikke farlig, når man blot er varlig. Men man kan dog, men man kan dog, aldrig på ham tro." Lucas picks up the canister again, unscrews it, he walks to the closest Peggie and starts strategically pouring the gas on him.

They start screaming in fear, it was barely a second later that Lucas burst with anger "SHUT UP YOU FUCKS, I'LL FUCKIN WATERBOARD EVERY ONE OF YOU WITH GASOLINE, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP MOVING!!!" He shouts in return making his mixed accent show through more prominently, stomping his booted foot onto one of their throats effectively crushing his trachea.

Lucas growls, he shuffles around them while pouring the gas all over their bodies, trying not to spill it on the ground too much, when he finished he does the little dance that John Travolta did from the movie Saturday night fever, he and Sharky's favorite movie that has disco as the main theme. After he does the little jig, Lucas caps the jerrycan and returns it to its spot in the bed of the truck, he walks to the front of the truck.

He takes out his zippo and flick it open, the sound alone makes them freeze. He cackles like a witch, "Y'all smell wonderful, including the scent of piss thats wafting through the humid air at the moment." Lucas says casually, he takes out a spliff from his belt and lights it while he grabs his phone out of his back pocket, he unlocks it then clicks on emergency contacts and taps on Sharky's picture.

It rang 2 times before the line clicked and Sharky's voice came through, "Hey, rook-a-saurus." Lucas laughs and takes a drag of his spliff, "I got a present for ya sugarplum, come down to the spot were we first met." There was a bit of shuffling coming fron the other line, then sharky replies with the sound of jingling keys in the background, "I'm on my way, do you, um, want me to bring some beer or something?"

Lucas smiles, "Yeah, that'd be amazing, i'll be waitin' for ya, dont be late now, ya hear?" Lucas said in a stern but calm voice, He heard a soft inhale and then the opening and closing of Sharky's driver side door, "Y-yea Bubba, im on my way." And With that he cancled the call and hopped up on his trucks hood, waiting for his boy to come to the party before it officially starts, Lucas takes another drag and moans a little when it sofly burns his throat.

He hops down and rounds the side of the truck and climbed into the cab, he turns the key in the ignition half way and plugs the auxiliary cord into his phone and clicks on his favorite music app, Spotify, he then chooses his favorite playlist, labled 'Disco Inferno motherfucker'.

He clicks shuffle and then turned up the volume when his favorite Bee Gees song came on, he hummed along to 'stayin' alive' when he jumped back onto the hood of his truck after slithering out of the cab. Minutes later Lucas hears a horn sounded a few feet away, the music muffled it a little.

Sharky hopped out of his green camo jeep and started dancing and singing while walking towards Lucas, "FEEL THE CITY BRAKIN', AND EVERYBODY SHAKIN' AND WE'RE STAYIN ALIVE!! STAYIN' ALIVE!"

Lucas laughs and jumps down from the truck and does a little jig as well as he shuffles forward, he hugs Sharky when he gets close enough and laughs as Sharky still dances in his grip. The smaller man returns the giants hug with eagerness and buried his face into Lucas' chest, disregarding his hat that started to fall off of his head.

Lucas grabbed it before it joined the blood splattered on the gravel, he pulled away from the singing man and put the hat back on its owners head. Lucas walks over to the cab of the truck, reaching in through the window he turns the music down, just enough for him to not have to shout over the disco music.

He turns around again only to be met face to face with a smiling Sharky who then leans forward to close the gap between them, Sharky's goatee scratches delightfully against Lucas' chin and upper lip as the man standing on his tippy toes tries to lick and suck at his pinkish lips, Lucas helps a little by grasping the smaller man's ass, essentially giving him a small boost of height so he doesn't have to struggle as much; Seeing as Lucas is 7 inches taller.

Lucas bites Sharky's lip and licks up the tiny drop of blood that blossoms from the teeth mark, Sharky grunts in surprise but doesn't stops him from shoving his tongue in Lucas' mouth. The tallest out of the two pushes the other away softly, laughing when the small man verbally protests by whining, and stomping his feet.

"I got a present for you sugarplum, jump up." Lucas says excitedly with a toothy smile, he motioned to the hood of his truck, he jumps up onto it and waits a moment for Sharky. "Woah, this an orgy or somthin', Bubba?" Sharky asks as his gaze sets upon the quivering gas soaked Peggies all bound with thick rope.

"Haha, no nothing like that, do you know what day it is?", Lucas wraps his big arm around Sharky's smaller shoulders, " Uh, October 2nd?" The big man smiles, "Yup, you know what that means?" "Nuh uh." Lucas laughs softly, "Its your birthday, dummy!!" Sharky beams in realization, "Oh shit yeah its my birthday! I guess i forgot with all this Peggie bullshit."

"Welll, with that said, heres your present, sorry their aint no cake, theres not exactly any bakeries open." Lucas took out three fire starters and lit them before chucking each of them onto each "letter". He grins like the devil when they scream into the night air, Lucas looked over at Sharky and genuinely smiled when his boys eyes lit up when he read the flaming birthday message.

" Aww, Luke, if this aint the sweetest damn thing. Damn it your makin me all watery eyed." He half squealed while a toothy smile plastered itself on his face. He turns and take of his hat, setting on the roof of the cab he wraps both arms around Lucas' neck and hugged him tight, Lucas squeezing equally as hard as the other man.

They stayed like that until only disco music and the distant noises of animals were heard, Sharky pulled away a little so he could look into Lucas' eyes as he spoke. "I love you, Lucas, thank you."

Before Lucas could respond Sharky pressed his soft lips against his own slightly cracked ones.

[ulyssesredux]

Oxen of the Sun

And sir Leopold would he not accept to die like the one in nine. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. I was feeble and given to strange faintings when subjected to heavy labours in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be most sacred and most vital. If she who seduced me had left but the franklin that hight Lenehan and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation? He is older now you and take a penny for his subtility. Most beautiful book come out of it to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his heart's content. Has he forgotten this as he might treat him with menace of blandishments others whiles they spake the door and begged them at first and after hard drought, please God, rained, a low hillock, the daughter of a race where the Pole Star grinning at me through a window from over the swamp played the shocking coruscations of the true fold as ever came out of that other, Costello that men clepen Punch Costello dinged with his granados did this traitor to his best remembrance they had but was now right evil governed as it was nought else could and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him from an ear, my faith, yes. Or is it, asking with a clout or kerchief, womenfolk skipping off with his experience of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their guzzling den, milk too of those nefarious deeds and how in all the people shall say, but it is stagnant, acid and inoperative. Alos who spoke, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous, leers down from the bearpit and the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that as it seemed, by all that's gorgeous. Chase me, cried Costello, a vision as to be faced and exhorted the men of Olathoe; I have just cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a hack canter is still his. Must you go? No, for the birth of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it, Stephen said. Francis Beaumont that is to wit, Dixon jun., scholar of my lady of Mercy's, Vin. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons thrice an hundred.

I could not sleep, and the injunction upon her fingertips or for a certain amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Trent which happened to be born. Then young Madden maintaining that put her in her pose then, Our Lady of the daystar, the mare ran out freshly with 0. Looks she too not other now? Enemy? As her eyes, that was moved by craft to open in the case of bright gold, coifed with a sweet forgetfulness: only when my round is o'er shall the past four minutes or thereabouts he had cherished ever since her hand against that part of her bosom, he is. Why, he too, whereas that other land which is called Believe-on-Trent which happened to be studied who is ignorant of that violence, he got? With these words printed on them, lo, wisdom hath built herself a house of stone and brick south of a skittish heifer, big of her noble exercitations which, when the curfew rings for you, says he, nor any Rooshian. Has he not accept to die like the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the land so pitifully a small thing beside this barrenness. The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor any Rooshian. He was laying his hand upon a winejar: Malachi saw it and very opportunely.

Why hast thou sinned against my light and motion in the straight on the luckless! Have you a way with them? It was my purpose firm, for me. Those who have gone before, are happy too as they stood a young learningknight yclept Dixon. The flag fell and, opening his bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a bramblebush to be most sacred and most vital. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none the less effective for the ocean sea or to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by all that's gorgeous. Bet your boots on. Therefore, everyman, look to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his objurgations with any other feeling than the opulent lady of Mercy's, Vin. Next the Scotchman was the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring to urge, to place her hand against that part of her childing for she hath the virtue of a true man and the sandblind upupa. Shrieks of silence. Tanks you.

Shrieks of silence.

Cut up! Haines was the eternal son and ever virgin. Money was no object, he said how it was unlike any language which I held her and brought her a bright casket of gold and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent mothers prosperity at all, with respect to the house then spoke to him a joey and grahamise. Spit in your own eye, boss! Play low, and he wondered to look on her face that was the telling rejoinder of his own avouchment in support of his own which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come. And as no man hath that a man of cautels and a rheumeyed curdog is all their mending their pace had taken water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the pass behind the vapor-soaked swamp trees that sway in the world, which lies on the loftiest and most vital.

But let us call them as best he can. First, saved from waters of Lethe will not think who met us as we left the field. Should the Inutos steal up the scene as an arse and a shirt. A drenching of that age upon which it was her husband's that put her in townhithe meeting he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to rest him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted him for him to drink and, expatiating upon his elegance, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on his ribs upon that crack of noise in the piteous vesture of the winter and now at the least colour. Poor Sceptre! But this was only to dye his desperation as cowed he crouched in Horne's hall. What rider is like him? Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. To revert to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. God, rained, a murrain seize the dolt, what Calmer said, nor any Rooshian. Got bet be a rose upon the utterance of the Supreme Being. Indeed no for Grace was not as with many that will and would and wait and never—do. He'll find himself on being, it seems, history is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the event of one mind, made his heart weep. A scene disengages itself in the small hours of the plague. How serene does she now arise, a penny pippin. The inferno has no terrors for me with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my ear though there was a day! 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing.

Every cove to his heart's content. Bishops boosebox. Be not afeard neither for any and every fallingoff in the paternal ingle a meal of noodles, you may it be called an interruption? Checkmate. I declare, I beheld the horned waning moon, I ses, if she aint in the middle span of our island, she cried, I vow, the boys are atitudes! Truest bedthanes they twain are, for I have failed in my nocturnal imaginings that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! When for Irelandear.

Lynch, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last his own fashion, though the same gist out of her pretty head she recalls those days were really present there as some thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to whom mankind was more beholden. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades, Pisistratus. He conjured up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let it be called an interruption? O wretched company, were accountable for any want for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out again or give it life, as the priests use in Madagascar island, she said, but before he came naked forth from his hat a kerchief with which he however had borne with as much as a handful of mustard or a bale of cotton or a corkfloat. I anticipated some such reception, he said very entirely it was good for that they her by anticipation went seeing mother, that got in peasestraw, thou abortion thou, to attempt illicit intercourse with a bare tester in his striking Highland garb, his booksatchel on him bandolierwise, and replied that he was a passing show. Thought he had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not lag behind his lead. A couch by midwives attended with wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though they had not achieved so nice a gesture to which was corruption of minors and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with a woman has let the cat into the most part hankered about the place which was corruption of minors and they all chode with him, that. Mead of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness. Pal to pal.

The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there under starshiny coelum. They say there is need and surgical implements which are hidden away by man in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven's own magnitude, till the spheres six and twenty thousand years have revolv'd, and the ruddy birth. But with what fitness, let the cat into the bag an esthete's allusion, presumably, to attempt illicit intercourse with a loving heart. The sentimentalist is he who stealeth from the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it be long too she will bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were there. Sure thing. Night. It is open? With a cry he suddenly vanished and the streets of Olathoe, bravest of the noble lord, Amen. Her hub fifty odd and a wicked devil they would make at her lovely echo in that castle for to make up he taught him a civil bow and said that he was at head of the skies which I understood, though it was unlike any language which I had it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a proper breeding: while for such that his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. My brain was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for by what means can I prove the greater reality of that other life in the past disturb thy door. To tell the truth he was now right evil governed as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself, the midwives sore put to it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Thy cow's dug was tough, what of arresting in her pose then, Our Lady of the bagnio and other rogues of the womb, chastity in the market so that Master Madden, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on a hillock in the travail that they were not or at least it ought to be cherished had been the man that is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the whirligig of years are blown away. Cut up! Rows of cast. The scent, the midwives sore put to it, will they slaughter all? After this homily which he was a eunuch had him in aught contrarious to his gentry mort. Came now the storm that hist his heart to bed, to shut up in sorrow for his burial did him on the city whose peril every moment grows, and he was minded of his lustiness.

Lil chile velly solly. Bonsoir la compagnie. The man then right earnest asked the narrator as plainly as was ever done in words if he might to their both's health for he swore a round hand that he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a gent fainted. Go thou and do all my cousin german the lord Harry put his head appeared in the calibre of the Zobnarian Fathers; so my friend Monsieur Moore, that, my people, upon words so embittered as to be seen to be butchered along of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks is subject to a clime more temperate, its columns, domes, and he was that one case done commodiously done was. Sad was the occasion, says Mr Vincent, and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor in heaven was. With a railway bloke. Must you go? In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that crack of noise in the house that now in that house. She is a tenant at will while he trembled for the enrichment of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our mighty mother and mother most venerable and Bernardus saith aptly that She hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem, that was in that all hardest of woman for as he calls her. And in the womb consequent upon the rood of time.

On this occasion he spoke of the olivepress. Have a glint, do. Hon. The first three months she was very favourably entertained by his horn, the meek sir Leopold. And he was minded of his four per cents? Dope is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! My hell, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but would tell him of that missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the influence of the Lamb. And at an instant the most violent agitations of delight. Peels off a credit.

Why, you're going it some. Sure thing. Hurrah there, he too, and in it by pouring a lot of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of a dilemma if he meddles with a loving heart. Mr Vincent, for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to him, he gave them for Preservative had given birth to a bull and on. The bedside manner it is cloudy, I would accept of them pendent from an ear, my friend, overjoyed as he might treat him with the finest strapping young ravisher in the mackintosh? Irish by name and irish by nature, says he.

The sage repeated: Lex talionis. Who supposes it? Gospeltrue. Did heart leap to heart? Nine twelve bloodflows chiding her childless. Query. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon. Seedy cuss in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, he wiped his eye and sighed again. Hurroo! To her, Vincent Lenehan said, Expecting each moment to discharge his piece against the empire of which he did do make a compost out of the most licentious but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. Your starving eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a commission to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the atmospherics while the stuff that comes away from it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in common oppress them for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the conscientious second accountant of the famous champion bull of Ireland my time. Tention. Enemy? Lynch. She is more taking then. Those who have passed on, while to right and left of him swiftseen face, hers, so far forth as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old patriarch! Truest bedthanes they twain are, for it was a man of rare forecast, he was elder he spoke of the resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on either flank of it, to be rejoiced by this hand, in other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour may be sure, is worth ten such stopgaps. Bonafides. I always looks back on with will to wander, loth to leave their wassailing for there was a board put up on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him was grown so heavy that he kept in the four fields of all the land of Lomar, and agreeing also with his volumes. How young she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. About that present time young Stephen that had mien of a true man and the end was that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour may be the slave of servants. In terror the poor ghosts troop to my gates to commit fornication in my duties and betrayed the marble streets were marble pillars, the golden, is W. Lane. All fell to praising of it, asking with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the other, our Bantam. Bloom was heard endeavouring to help himself to the discourses in the event of a sedate look and christian walking, in held hat sad staring. That is truth, pardy, said Mr Crotthers, and he was of them all embraided and they rehearsed to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was no other thing but a crust in my heart, O gluepot. But let us call them forth suddenly and they all chode with him those other licensed spirits. I saw the city, but today she was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in that all hardest of woman hour chiefly required and not otherwise was the ancient wont. You move a motion? In a breath 'twas done but—hold! In terror the poor lendeth to the spot where now I burn. But as I handed her to share her joy, to have come and such as the hours wear on, you there. It is that they both were knights virtuous in the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Tell a cram, that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty sight it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in common oppress them for Preservative had given birth to a parsimony of the faithful for so saith he that he would answer as fitted all and several by saint Foutinus his engines that he was for the copiously opulent but also for that time was had lived nigh that house. About that present time young Stephen for that the others were to row with pitchforks he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a brandyshipper that has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he spoke French like a very bandog and let scholarment and all by lord Harry's orders. Do you remember her, Vincent said. And the traveller Leopold said that he should go otherwhither for he felt with wonder pondering. Mare on form hot order. Mark me now. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. Vegetables, forsooth, and I will show you a way with them. So were they now? Skunked? His goodness with masspriest to be faced and exhorted the men of Olathoe; I have just cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a pair of mincepies, no, Vincent Lenehan said. His belly was full he would rear up on his ribs upon that head what with argument and what belonged of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had blessed us. One night as I handed her to share her joy, to rest him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they stood a young learningknight yclept Dixon. But by and repaired to the mother, that is the sin against the Rt. Then spake young Stephen for that evil hap and for his evil sins.

Unhappy woman, she said to be cherished had been the man in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a gold manger in each full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the lionmaned, the ghosts of beasts. Ay, says he, and the dissecting theatre should be a gate of access to the heel, and a subtile. Gemini. Bantam. Absinthe the lot. With will will we withstand, withsay. The inferno has no terrors for me. All they bachelors then asked of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to the juices of the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Time all. Hell, blast ye! With this came up Lenehan to the king Delightful and shall be for Leopold, as he said, will they slaughter all? His own good time. Mount him on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him who finds the pea. Vainly did I struggle with my drowsiness, seeking to connect these strange words with some lore of the game but with much real interest in the streets.

A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all the graces of life, as he was able to be for ever where there is no more, to be born. A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, the fratricidal case known as the first bloom of blushes his word: And they said, a pregnant word. Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. contentions would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to accepted scientific methods. Another then put in pod of a wild manner when he was the most distant reflections upon her fingertips or for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon what took his fancy, the fruit of their lawful embraces. You, sir? Live axle drives are souped.

Parson Steve, apostates' creed! Tell her I was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the day came not. How's that? Cries Monsieur Lynch. It is open? Eventually, however, a body! Look forth now, my faith, yes. What for that his intellects resiled from: nor were they now? How come you so? This tenebrosity of the heart? Bloom, at the braggart's side, spoke to him as, Ho, you may and very friendly he offered to take my cloak along! Thereat mirth grew in them the more and they rehearsed to him full gently. May this pot of four or five in linseywoolsey blossomtime but there will be a playactor, then he was in throes now full three days and the blessing stood him friend, said he, with the merry and mournful with the merry and mournful with the help of that good pizzle my father left me. Thereto Punch Costello all long of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the timber tongue. Lastly at the cost of feminine delicacy a habit of mind which he had spade oars for himself but the heart? The young man's face grew dark. Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in the kindly hearth when ere long the bowls are gathered and hutched is standing on the by and by, as I stood in their speaker an unhealthiness, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Calf covers of pissedon green. Loth to irk in Horne's house rest should reign. Womanbody after going on were at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was as good fish in this tin as ever kept a lady from wetting. He was laying his hand upon a speedy delivery he was invested or in the event of a dure. This is the greatest power for happiness upon the touching scene. Where is now that he was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for I loved my native land of Lomar, save in my duties and betrayed the marble streets were marble pillars, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents—in a fair sweet death through God His bounty and have joy of her to her!

Now let us speak of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns, might possibly find gastric relief in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought else could and in it from my Kitty who has been naught save ice and snow for thousands of years before actuary for Mr Joseph Cuffe, a very grievous rage that he lived withal? God's angel to Mary quoth. But could he not accept to die. Breathe it deep into thee. Down from the hippodrome, and a cemetery on the luckless! Not a pite of sheeses? For the enlightenment of those Godpossibled souls that we nightly impossibilise, which the dint of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which put quite an altogether different complexion on the ground and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, having desired his visavis with a horrid imprecation for he was in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the castle was opened and there annex liquor stores. More bluggy drunkables? He will never forget the name. Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. Eventually, however, both broiled and stewed with a heavybraked reel or in the antechamber. With a cry he suddenly vanished and the self night next before her death whereby they were engaged on the sound with a clout or kerchief, womenfolk skipping off with his former view that another than her conjugial had been conscious of some unaccountable muskin when they had not the filly that she was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in her glad look. Where's that bleeding awfur?

Mummer's wire. Go thou and do likewise. But, he beholdeth himself. The stranger still regarded on the one hand and on picking up a heart of any female of what grade of life soever who should there direct to him full gently. What do you want for ninepence? Thereat laughed they all intershowed it too, waxing merry and mournful with the motherlight in her confusion, feigning a womanish simper and with him, could not by words be done away. Go thou and do all my life. The vendetta of Mananaun! Out with the woman that lay in his skull lent indeed a colour to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the most distant reflections upon her virtue but if he spots me.

So be off now, it is cloudy, I hear, and greatly more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius father. Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal.

Absinthe the lot. Sign on long sticks out of wedlock and thrust like a very scurvy word. If I had not been illumined by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. Mount him on his hind uarters to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of Chaldee that by aid of certain chinless Chinamen cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the roses! And full fair cheer and rich was on the shoulder near him. Shrieks of silence. The scent, the buck and Namby Amby? Twig? Scoot. Then, with those who are not so intimately acquainted with the strength of ten men. And her take me to traitorous somnolence with a project of his tumulus nor to herit the tradition of a hodden grey which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the roses! O thing of prudent nation not merely in being related worthy of being praised that they use in the roof glittered the pale Pole Star, fluttering as if those days.

Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they her by anticipation went seeing mother, the simple swain and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his breast by a word of Mr Advocate Bushe which secured the acquittal of the passive element. But indeed, sir, was to give the signal for an heir had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the bargain, says he. A whacking fine whip, said he, them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I understood, though it was then a much admirable hymen minim by those in ken to be faced and exhorted the men making shelter for their drinking but the first rule of the Lomarians, to be a new day and, that as no man remembered to be delivered of his semblables and to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the very trees adore her. That answer and those leaves, Vincent? And childe Leopold did up his drunken drool out of fecund wheatkidneys out of his dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in a pinch of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest task for which our bodily organism has been framed. There's eleven of them and some sheet lightnings at first, Two-in-the-Bush or, what? Contemporaneously, a little moved but very handsomely told him, was you in need of any grace for it was good for that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such a mingling much might come. Singular, communed the guest with himself, which put quite an altogether different complexion on the luckless! There too, and was abundant in balm but, transplanted to a clime more temperate, its columns, domes, and never—do. Parching. For the hoi polloi. Avuncular's got my timepiece. Eventually, however, rose and begged the company to excuse his retreat as the nurse had just rencountered, a home of screechowls and the use of the swamp mutter things to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. He'll find himself on the luckless! Sign on long o' me. And sir Leopold would he not accept to die for so saith he that had drunken said, for every man of cautels and a portlier bull, says Mr Dixon, to sustain the traditions of their life. Having delivered himself of this rebuke he saluted those present on the run home when all were conjecturing what might be my place in that one was audacious excessively who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a vow he had advanced. Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! At the risk of her case not omitting aspect of all them, the theme they were engaged on the one nor godly like the transpontine bison. His project meanwhile was very very happy.

Gad's bud, immensely so, Stephen said. Spit in your ear, the first bloom of her own, was not the filly that she would starve in such dearth of money as was the speech of a race where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, so too is her age and beef to the human breast. Here's to us. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometime venery. Leave ye fraction of bread to them like to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so far from being a byword, should be a rose upon the project he had broke his avow. And there came against the cool ardent fruit. That youthful illusion of thy loins is by thee. Tanks you. Gospeltrue. He knows and will call them into life across the mist.

The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a certain whore of an indelible dishonour, but today she was about her lawful occasions. I could weep to think of the thing he involuntarily determined to help himself to the door of the month whisper in his undeathliness. There too, whereas that other circumstances a breach of the way around the horizon, there has been too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it, good my friend Monsieur Moore, that most accomplished traveller I have proven false to Alos, my faith, yes. And childe Leopold did up his beaver for to rest him there awhile. Not to speak my mind amongst the grave men who conversed each day in the arts of war, and so pampered was he then in the honourablest manner. I struggle with my share of songs and himself after me the jady coppaleen. Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? The rosy buds all gone brown and spread out blobs and on the plateau, unless every citizen could resist with the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in her intentions. Dignam laid in clay of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest. He was laying his hand to a suppression of latent heat, having taken place, and the ossifrage. To whom young Stephen and for all his days. For regarding Believe-on-Me, that got in peasestraw, thou chuff, thou good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. Guinea to a vast mountain. Eventually, however, rose and begged the company a set of pasteboard cards which he had betaken himself to the axis of the Ulster bank, College Green branch. And as the first problem submitted by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as he was as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary anyone so is it that from being a byword, should be the seminaries of such gentle courage for all ages founded. No, let them be as though forthbringing were now done and the streets of Olathoe, which lies on the face before him a slow recession of that discursiveness which seemed the only garment. Declare misery. Far be it so. How saith Zarathustra? To her, Vincent Lenehan said. Mare on form hot order. No fake, old Glory Allelujurum was round again today, Vincent Lenehan said. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi. Dusty Rhodes. In my shame and despair I sometimes scream frantically, begging the dream-creatures around me to inaction, rewarded me with that duty which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a pod or two of physic to take friar's vows and he would be.

O thing of prudent nation not merely in being said which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come. On the road, a wee drap to pree. Bloom toff. How young she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? How serene does she now arise, a dead cert. Four winners yesterday and three today. Ludamassy! Perish the thought! It was my purpose firm, for to make up he taught him a joey and grahamise. Indeed no for Grace was not then certain. I always looks back on with a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, he said one ear could hear what the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the paranymphs have escorted to the stranger, he was a marvel to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of money as was herebefore.

And through an opening in the way but the arm with which he is himself paternal and these were therefore incarnated by the narrow pass behind the vapor-soaked swamp trees that sway in the meantime and found the place assigned to Costello, the bridenight. Well, doc? Tare and ages, what of arresting in her intentions. Rows of cast. Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! And he showed them glistering coins of the head a whole century of polite breeding had not cided to take of some heat upon the college lands Mal. And yonder about that grey urn where the seeds of such frivolity, that distressing manner of mead which he never drank no manner of thing that was come in to the scholarly by an apt quotation from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. Proud possessor of damnall. Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum! Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be the surface of a feather laugh together. All off for a change; and perceived that I had at last a bodily form. A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in middle life. Jappies? Declare misery. See ye here. Cleave to her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by habit or some studied trick, upon his memory, seemed to him sithen it had fallen out a matter of fact though, the Caesarean section, posthumity with respect to the Liverpool boats, says he, in nature's vast workshop from the door opposite and said how it fared with the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Proceed to nearest canteen and there was a lefthanded descendant of the head a whole century of polite breeding had not doffed. Vyfor you no me tell? Distractions, rookshooting, the trumpeted with the primrose vest, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her confusion, feigning a womanish simper and with Joseph the joiner patron of abortions, of bigness wrought by wind of seeds of brightness or by potency of the hillcat and the red Aldebaran crawls low around the horizon, there has been too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to listen to his dress with animadversions of some remote sun to the stranger and to tremble lest what had in the first is a hoary pandemonium of ills is at his side was seated in stolid repose the squat yellow foe may be a new day and, by habit or some studied trick, upon words so embittered as to accuse in their bumboat and put to it, Stephen answered, whom the concession of a natural phenomenon. See ye here. A tear fell: one only. Whether on the cloudy nights when I say, and with the primrose vest, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her eyes kindled, bloom of her to be so doughty waxed wan as they run slowly forward over the horrible and swaying trees of the poxfiend. To those who are not up to Holles street a swash of water flowing that was false for his evil sins. And as no man remembered to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his comrade medical Davy. In terror the poor girl flees away through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not much. Two-in-the-Bush or, as well as whether the inhibition in its scope and progress an epitome of the beer that was earnest to know the drift of it the figure of Bannon in a fair corselet of lamb's wool, having replaced the locket in his ear in the horizon, there remained but little mo if the prudenter had not doffed.

Go thou and do likewise. But she had given birth to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by her flatteries that she by them adopted whether by having preconsidered or as the seat of castigation.

The young gentleman, his case of bright trinketware alas! Upon my memory was graven the vision come as many more to his forehead, tomorrow will be christened Mortimer Edward after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and that it once had a fair face for any want for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out with, also at the feast, at midnight, when the old house in Clanbrassil street to the door angerly bid them, made his heart. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all bravely legging it, regret them not. His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the table in his striking Highland garb, in a gale of laughter at his wearables. He have. See ye here. D'ye ken bare socks? Stopped short never to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had a message to convey. Dusty Rhodes. Give's a shake of her bosom, dear gentle Mina.

Pull down the street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. Loud on left Thor thundered: in twelve moons thrice an hundred. And sir Leopold that had mien of a sudden quite plucked down and his heart to repress all motions of a confiding female which was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on account of its solicitude for that was the meekest man and he sent me, there to find it in my duties and betrayed the marble streets were marble pillars, the eccentric, while all they that were there. The air was warm and stirred not. Of John Thomas, her term up. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, a prey to the vilest bonzes, who when forced to move southward from Zobna before the hearth but on either flank of it.

Vegetables, forsooth, and replied that he could not leave his mother an orphan. A canting jay and a frigid genius not to doom me to take of some faded beauty may console him for he was that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him full gently. Had the winner today till I tipped him a sound and tasteful support of fables such as intended to no goodness said how it fared with the motherlight in her intentions. Rows of cast. Bonsoir la compagnie. Keep the durned millingtary step. Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one vast slumber, impending above parched field and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an instant the most popular beliefs on the scaffold high. Not to insult over him will the vision come as over one that pleased my soul, for to make up he taught him a slow recession of that violence, he proceeded to say how the letter was in throes now full three days and the cocking main, then a much admirable hymen minim by those in ken to be studied who is the matter now. Did heart leap to heart? From a child of clay? In the tower's topmost chamber, I saw light and motion in the recess appeared … Haines! Bishops boosebox. He saw him. And the franklin that had but the arm with which I held her and brought her a bright casket of gold in which morbous germs have taken up their residence modern science has conclusively shown that only the plasmic substance can be said to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was whether of child or woman and I return to the spot where now I burn. I have just cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a great cavern by swinking demons out of Ireland were soon as his wont was, however, a glance of motherwit helping, he beholdeth himself. But thou hast quenched for ever. The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and shrank together and his heart to bed, to one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the nemasperm on the other all this while back with my share of songs and himself after me the jady coppaleen. Tears gushed from the lowest strata of society! Scoot. That beast the unicorn how once in the funds.

The man of cautels and a cemetery on the hills nought but dry flag and faggots that would cast him out of it the figure of then is seen, precociously manly, walking on a hillock in the small hours of blackness it shines there. He could not by words be done away. Amid the general vacant hilarity of the skin so daintily against the Rt. And in your own eye, boss! His bounty and have joy of her case.

Reverently look at the drunken minister coming out of Ireland my time. Gum, I'm all of one of the Cherries, a linkboy virtuous or an she lie with a polite beck to have come and such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all bravely legging it, to have done then be it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page. Cries Le Fecondateur, tripping in, my life. There's as good a son of thy strength was taken from thee—and in him their man. Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. Neither knew. Woman's woe with wonder pondering. If you fall don't wait to get up. I declare, I was not as I did with these words he approached the goblet to his yale which Master Lenehan vowed he would concede neither to bear beastly should die by canon for so they called him was that woman's birth. Tell a cram, that it be long too she will bring forth by God His bounty and have joy of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop: There's a belly that never bore a bastard. Gemini. British Beatitudes! No son of them. And a pull all together.

A tear fell: one only. Landlord, landlord, have sedulously set down the blind, love led on with a kiss of ashes hast thou done this abomination before me that thou didst spurn me for a merchant of jalaps and didst charge to cover like the other in purgefire. This is the lustre of her age and beef to the feet of the month whisper in his bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a vision or a prairie oyster. To me Alos denied the warriors part, for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat in amity for he felt with wonder pondering. Dixon. No, say I! Tell a cram, that was writ for a languor he had besmirched the lily virtue of the dissipated host. He had a deposit of lead in his checks? Having delivered himself of this world and the babe to die. An instant later his head into a cow's drinkingtrough in the way he fell in with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast quenched for ever where there is no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which it is the prosperity of a modest substance in the meantime and found the place as they were engaged on the upfloor cry on high and he to her bow had not achieved so nice a gesture to which was but a word of so natural a homeliness as if those days and the cemetery on the highway of the physician had brought about a happy accouchement. Land him in the travail that they lie for to go again when the lord Harry tells you and I marvel, said he, of such an enemy or to cast the most excellent creature of a sun which did not feel his flesh creep! For the hoi polloi. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. My brain was sore wounded in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not but hear unless he had just rencountered, a young learningknight yclept Dixon. By heaven, Theodore. Gospeltrue.

He took his ordinary at a salient point, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this thought by a warlock with his Joan? The door! Thou art, I thank thee, as it had poured seven showers, we may rest assured, has this alien, whom in a dream, with the finest strapping young ravisher in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be reminded of his own avouchment in support of his good lady Marion that had drunken said, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. And they teach the serpents there to find it about him might be his sons. Cries Le Fecondateur, tripping in, her term, the O'Shiels, the premature relentment of the proprieties, is in their labour and as soon as fast friends as an all-observant uncorporeal presence, I doubt not, a little moved but very handsomely told him, who had late come to town from Mullingar with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her guard. Before born bliss babe had. Machree, macruiskeen. Scoot. Cleave to her! Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Do you not think it, to have her dear Doady there with the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Burke's! It is that thrown out by Mr Mulligan's smallclothes of a gracious prince has admitted to civic rights, constituted himself the lord Harry tells you and I tramping Dublin this while poured with rain and for the display of that other circumstances a breach of the heart? Washed in the honourablest manner. Tears gushed from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for which our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. Well, doc?

And he had advanced. Pooh! Closingtime, gents! Here see lost love. There's as good a son of them.

All in if he challenges attention there as it seemed, by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of being praised that they had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the images of grave bearded men. Came now the storm of mirth and threw the whole room into the mysteries of karmic law. Cries Monsieur Lynch. Do you not think who met us as we reclined together. And on the one in limbo gloom, the first time. Have a glint, do. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. With these words following: Murmur, sirs, is eke oft among lay folk.

This was it what all that company that sat there at commons in Manse of Mothers the most distant reflections upon her in that castle for to make merry with them that were there drank every each. That you may be the distant valley of Banof. I make no doubt it smacks of wenching. Parching. It had been at pains about it but on Stephen's persuasion he gave over the distant valley of Banof.

Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the face before him a flagon of cordial waters at the cost of feminine delicacy a habit of mind he would answer as fitted all and some jeer and Punch Costello all long of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the fruition of her age and beef to the university to study but he could not leave his mother an orphan. And a pull all together. And, says he, and to tremble lest what had in the houses and the blessing stood him friend, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. Lynch were in a most enjoyable manner. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! She said that that of him in bulls' language to study but he could feel with mettlesome youth which, saving the reverence due to a language so encyclopaedic. Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under starshiny coelum. Fine! You not come or now. He said also how at the last hope of our allotted years that he heard hereof counted, he said, had the news come of Daikos' fall, and the cocking main, then a much admirable hymen minim by those in ken to be healed for he was now of the dissipated host. Well do I remember the night wind. My colleen bawn. O, cheese it! Sad was the ancient wont.

Ha!

The lords of the Creator, all things considered and in all but persuade himself that they would rather any time these seven months. In the marble city of Olathoe, bravest of the year, when it is true, some randy quip he had passed through the vapors that hovered over the swamp played the shocking coruscations of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their speaker an unhealthiness, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock and meadow auctions hard by the same vein of mimicry but for some larum in the horns of a respectable lady, the willer with the minutiae of the board that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. Vel, I now desired to define my relation to it, good my friend Alos who spoke, and a blow on any the least way mirth might not lack. The black panther was himself the ghost of his four per cents? Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in the house then spoke to him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the Sacred Book for the family firm, equipped with an obelisk hewn and erected after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was there to find that bottle. Some H2O for a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, 'tis all about Kerry cows that are made in a most enjoyable manner. Poor Sceptre! The hypothesis of a hodden grey which was second to nothing in importance. Outflings my lord Stephen, a queen of them and find it in our hearts and it has become a household word that shall not pass away. Hard to breathe and all such congenital defunctive music! No soul will live there. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. Bloom stays with nurse a thought to send a kind word to hear that him failed a son of them all embraided and they all after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. But he said, to be faced and exhorted the men of the lady who was fuddled. Twig? Lou heap good man. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the like brood beasts and of these was young Lynch were in a pair of mincepies, no, Vincent Lenehan said. Not to speak my mind amongst the grave men who conversed each day to the opinions of subsequent inquirers are not so intimately acquainted with the finest strapping young ravisher in the womb, chastity in the horizon, I saw the city, despite the long hellish hours of the resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on Stephen's persuasion he gave them for Preservative had given them a mickle noise as of many that sat there at commons in Manse of Mothers the most various circumstances, a design which would warn the waiting soldiers and save the city, and all Malthusiasts go hang. All who wish you well hope this for you, shir. But my eyes were the keenest in the pantry he found sure enough that he kept in the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. I do not know the drift of it, asking with a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, 'tis all about Kerry cows that are wrought by magic of Mahound out of fecund wheatkidneys out of his breast as he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it was in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought else could and in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly bloom in the travail that they were right witty scholars. No woman of Eblana in Horne's house, the suspended carcases of dead animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas—these, he bound home and he averred that he had passed through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and, while all were in bloom: the words of their vigil and hoping that the puerperal dormitory and the self night next before her death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her noble exercitations which, caring nought for her that bare whoso she were another Ephesian matron. Onward to the incorruptible eon of the soul is far away. Other stars anon shall rise to the sufferings of the bulls' language and they all right jocundly only young Stephen orgulous of mother Church belike at one blow had birth and righteousness, young sir, was not as I writhe in my nocturnal imaginings that in Cape Horn, ventre biche, they come trooping to the company a set of pasteboard cards which he delivered with much real interest in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Ware hawks for the hornies. No touch kicking.

The first three months she was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the cruder things of life. Two-in-the-Bush or, what of arresting in her bath according to the king Delightful and shall be for a languor he had plugged him up the pass behind the vapor-soaked swamp trees that sway in the ward. Sad was the transformation, violent and instantaneous, upon which he delivered with much warmth of the lunar chain would not lag behind his lead. He encircled his gadding hair with a wink, for to make up he taught him a slow recession of that establishment ever listened to the thing, his authority being his own and his only enjoyer? Loud on left Thor thundered: in twelve moons thrice an hundred. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with the downcast, so young then had looked. He've got the chink ad lib. And in your own eye, boss! Mr Costello was of the true Purefoy nose. Police! Absinthe for me with that he could always bring himself off with kirtles catched up soon as his belly was full he would concede neither to bear beastly should die by canon for so saith he that had drunken said, a fullfledged traveller for the Übermensch. Health all!

Yours? Don't mention it. Eventually, however, a birth without pangs, a comely brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the hospitality, that distressing manner of thing that was that one case done commodiously done was. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a fullfledged traveller for the Übermensch. Slide. Kalipedia, he wiped his eye and sighed again. Four winners yesterday and three today. And whiles they spake the door. But their children are grouped in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I saw them but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are so.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, the trumpeted with the doctrines that now engross him. Les petites femmes. Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree. Spit in your ear, the good fight and now Sir Leopold that had erst challenged to be a new day and, expatiating upon his elegance, being indeed a proper breeding: while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the god self was angered for his cognisance the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time's occasion as most embryologists incline to opine, such as intended to no goodness said how that she would dance in a deluge before ever she would dance in a most enjoyable manner. Fine! As she hath the virtue of a rebel, thou good and faithful servant! And full fair cheer and rich was on the nape from his long holy tongue than lie with the woman that lay in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations.

There, as is well sad, that they use in the small hours of the animal kingdom more suitable to their stomach, the good fight and played loyally your man's part. Her he asked her how it fared with the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the primrose vest, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her grot which is not the noise of voices allayed the smart. Lambay Island. He've got the chink ad lib.

Or she knew him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the case was so happy a conceit that it be the seminaries of such malice have been highly honoured. Bet to the thing, his booksatchel on him bandolierwise, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly afar off in black bag? In a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. which took place in the travail that they use in Madagascar island, she said to myself, This is no dream, for I loved my native land of promise which behoves to the Roman and to speak of that other, Costello that is the bride of darkness, the upper parts of which by sejunct females is to be played with accompanable concent upon the project he had heard of those Godpossibled souls that we nightly impossibilise, which we are thinking of neglect is undoubtedly only too true the case was so far from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that city on the roads with the stage where his mother watches from the true path by her thereto to lie in, her term up. The hypothesis of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a cut bob which are hidden away by man in the presence of the cold, called Esquimaux. All was lost now. But as I had it pat. Dignam laid in clay of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, 'tis all about Kerry cows that are to be cherished had been at pains about it but on Stephen's persuasion he gave over the distant valley of Banof. Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which lies on the face before him a cropeared creature of her natural. Washed in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo. It had better be stated here and now this last pledge of their vigil and hoping that the event of a cowhouse or get a lick on the plateau, and all such congenital defunctive music! Brigade! Rugger. Guinea to a parsimony of the country approved with it. The impression made by his horn, the fruit of their ancestors, who hide their flambeau under a horned waning moon, red, raw, bleeding! As I look to that castle for to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high in those days. A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an old Nobodaddy was in it were hard the wife to die. Stand by. 'Tis, sure. And there was a papish but is now filled with wine. But on young Malachi they waited for that evil hap and for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what not. Not to speak of that storm. Must be seen any fair sabbath with a printed notice, saying that, says another, and the dissecting theatre should be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten.

The seer raised his hand upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that the others were to row with pitchforks he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a law of canons, of which death the dead man was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she won us, saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the way around the horizon, there remained the sharp antidote of experience it is the age of the classical statues such as that of the paranymphs have escorted to the Indian of dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie luxuriously? There's as good a son of them all, he muttered thickly, and pavements. To me Alos denied the warriors part, for a bowl of riceslop that is to blame. He proposed to set up there a national fertilising farm to be saved I had ever known. Why think of them? Hi! And how I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. What rider is like him? I doubt not, O wretched company, were as mutually innocent of as the priests use in the observer's memory, advanced by the casement and watch that star. Some man that was new got to town from Mullingar with the merry and toasting to his forehead, tomorrow will be christened Mortimer Edward after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and the astonishment of ours? When I awakened, I was to give the signal for an heir looked upon him his curious rite of wedlock and thrust like a fiend and tempter. For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. He's going to the intent to be born. All serene. Mummer's wire. But the learningknight would not let her die. In sum an infinite great fall of rain and so pampered was he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even the stoutest cloak. How's the squaws and papooses?

Cadges ads. Scoot. Ook. The sage repeated: Lex talionis. Sir Leopold heard on the low hillock, and Ireland's, is W. Lane. The impression made by his horn, the O'Shiels, the golden, is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! Get ye gone. And he sat down in that she nibbled mischievously when I say that if need were I could weep to think of the physician had brought about a happy accouchement. There are sins or let us hear of it out again or give it life, as the babe unborn. The man then right earnest asked the nun of which, so too is her age and beef to the mercy as well as to the heel, and so varied nor had the hussy's scouringbrush not been her tutelary angel, it seems, history is to be immortal tend to disappear at an instant fiat! What is the same time by a questioning poise of the past! But as I had at last a bodily form. But was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? Mother's milk, such as intended to no goodness said how it was in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the world by fire. Name and memory solace thee not. Land him in aught contrarious to his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth. Why, he began with an oath that he could have of him to be healed for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to him, could not by words be done away. A tear fell: one only. True for you, shir. By an allocution from Mr Moore's the writer's that was that man that time was had lived nigh that house A. Horne Lic. And when the curfew rings for you, says he.

Hon. Nay, fair reader. Same here. Sinned against the light whereby you read in the right ovary the postmenstrual period, assert others is responsible for the cruder things of life. There Leop. O thing of prudent nation not merely in being related worthy of being praised that they would rather any time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, she to be so doughty waxed wan as they feasted him for which he rallied him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. Keep the durned millingtary step. Come ahome, our mighty mother and nurseling up there. To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to do any manner of thing that lay there in childbed. Me, that. Back! Calf covers of pissedon green. And on the table to say, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that like a crookback toothed and feet first into the world, which we are all born in the house of Virgo. Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree. Here see lost love. The poorest kitchenwench no less of what drugs there is no land of Lomar valiantly and for that foul plague Allpox and the revolting spectacles offered by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the theme they were bucolic. For, sirs, is the able and popular master, he too, whereas that earthly mother which was second to nothing in importance. I burn. Right. Ay, says Mr Vincent, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents—in a point shift and petticoat with a brief alert shock. Drink, man, turn aside hither and I will show you a way with them for he swore a round hand that he had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not bewray and also for her teeth but the day came not.

Come on you? We are means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we. More like 'tis the hoose or the gruntlings of the ties of nature, to place her hand had wrote therein. Proceed to nearest canteen and there was none other than the middle of the South African war, and red Aldebaran had crawled more than half-way around the horizon, there of rash or violent. Those who have gone before, are happy too as they stood a young gentleman and, or to a cooperation one of old Nile, among the Celts, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the heyday of reckless passion and the injunction upon her virtue but if he spots me. To revert to Mr Bloom who, praying for the mows of dotards or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as he was now in with dance cloaks of Kendal green that was the place which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a shirt. Phyllis could not contain herself. It is interesting because, as most sacred. A gallant scene in truth it made.

Maledicity! When the red-leaved trees of a rock or a platter of tripes with a laudable fortitude and she lay ill, four days on the proceedings, after his own father. Master Francis Beaumont that is the age of the Minotaur which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of a rock or a corkfloat. My brain was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of the skies which I held her and in it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a rebel, thou puny, thou dykedropt, thou dykedropt, thou lost one, light one, Millicent, the first rule of the assembly a bell tinkling in the king's bible. No, no, Mulligan! For the hoi polloi. Cornfide. No question but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. Still the plain straightforward question why a child of clay?

There is none now to be situated amongst a lot of others he has become at last a bodily form. Sure thing. Mr Bloom who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, caring nought for the hornies. Digs up near the Mater hospice. No longer is Leopold, what way would I be resting at all. Decamping. It for you may not fail them. The high hall of the show. The wise father knows his own for the most excellent creature of a plasmic memory, advanced by the impassioned plea of Mr Costello was of them would burst anon. Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the state of pregnancy such as the priests use in the primrose vest, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her grot which is good bog Latin for boss of the bleeding limelight. Allee samee dis bunch.

The sweet creature turned all colours in her pose then, Our Lady of the scales of these was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? The door! Spud again the rheumatiz? Mead of our country. And all the whole affair and said that he had had ado each with other in purgefire. Thanked be Almighty God. Shiver my timbers if I had at last a bodily form. Ruth red him, that is a hoary pandemonium of ills is at his side was seated in stolid repose the squat creatures were mighty in the antechamber. He was laying his hand upon a speedy delivery he was sharpset. Pooh!

One above, the meek apprehensive skull. The wise father knows his own which the dint of the very goodliest grot and in it from my Kitty who has been framed. Boniface! The high hall of the atmospherics while the above was going on the clear nights the Pole Star, fluttering as if those days and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the second female infirmarian to the sufferings of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to hell and with horrible gulpings, the O'Lees, have you good wine, staboo? Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Never, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. The flag fell and, third, that second I say, and the relapsed found again health whether the better to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which blinked low in the one in nine. The clumsy things are dear at a sou. All serene. Mount street way.

Breathe it deep into thee. Last word in art shades. Or she knew him, was I a stranger to my call? Madden back Madden's a maddening back. Where were they scrupulously sensible of the past four minutes or thereabouts he had dispatches from the town from immediate disaster. There are sins or let us speak of that land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered.

Heave to. Lay you two to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. With will will we withstand, withsay. Shout salvation in King Jesus. Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. which took place in the castle was set a board that no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her natural. By, as it began to dawn on him bandolierwise, and young Stephen and sir Leopold would he though he must for a song which he delivered with much real interest in the gap, a clerk in orders, a little fume of a dure. And lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it may never be again, magnified in the autumn of the tree forbid it yet not so intimately acquainted with the strength of ten men. A score of years! Meanwhile the skill and patience of the great ice sheet even as our descendants must some day flee from the feast, at the foot of the desperate. Nature, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. As her eyes were sad anemones. Thereto Punch Costello dinged with his experience of the tother and for all ages founded. They are out, tumultuously, off for a livre as snug a cloak of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him his fodder in their blind fancy, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this life. Loud on left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. An outlandish delegate sustained against both these views, with the stage where his mother watches from the well, my faith, yes. Where were they all in their speaker an unhealthiness, a Purefoy if ever he got into an old smock and skirt that had been off as many as believe on it? But they can go hang, says Mr Vincent, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of such malice have been effected nor would he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a friend whom he had lived, Mamy, Budgy Victoria Frances, Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little Bobsy called after our famous hero of the Lamb. Then young Madden showed all the old bucko that could still knock another child out of white and grain, with burning of nard and tapers, on the nape from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the prescribed ceremony of the ploughshare? Hey? An outlandish delegate sustained against both these views, with a printed notice, saying: By the Lord for he had blessed us. Change here for nuts nohow. Crotthers, and she of the advance of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which is the age of the paranymphs have escorted to the Liverpool boats, says he. Send us bright one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Look forth now, says he. After this homily which he rallied him, was not in its scope and progress an epitome of the womb, chastity in the street here, alack, bawled back.

It floats, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in Cape Horn, ventre biche, they said farther she should live and the end of the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street a swash of water from the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Shut your obstropolos. I say that if need were I could not but hear unless he had broke his avow. Night. Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree. Heard he then put by and anon full privily he voided the more part in his piety, who did not feel his flesh creep! A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! And through an opening in the womb, chastity in the travail that they her by anticipation went seeing mother, that as it seemed, by a boatswain of that which the sick and the bond, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis possessed by them contrariwise to his forehead, tomorrow will be cheer in the paternal ingle a meal of noodles, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! Haines was the reason why he had resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever. Tell a cram, that most accomplished traveller I have proven false to Alos, my God, Lord and Giver of Life? Guinea to a wolf in the heyday of reckless passion and the dissecting theatre should be a glorious incentive in the wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling, writhing in the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. To tell the truth he was that one case done commodiously done was. Your corporosity sagaciating O K? In fact when one comes to look on her face that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the men making shelter for their petitions, would find in him their man. His spectre stalks me. Be worse for him at the end was that one must have a cold constitution and a pod or two of capsicum chillies. I anticipated some such reception, he said very entirely it was a marvellous castle. Then she set it all the more and they could conceive no thought of that in common oppress them for I loved my native land of Lomar valiantly and for that evil hap and for that was that man that is, if ever he went out for a minute's race, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were no better off than himself. Change here for Bawdyhouse. The spry rattle had run on in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the copiously opulent but also for that foul plague Allpox and the wisdom of the daemon light. The Denzille lane boys. Sir? Must be seen to be butchered along of the Zobnarian Fathers; so my friend, says Mr Dixon. No longer is Leopold, what Leopold was for the first time. Pal to pal. Chase me, an udderful! I tried to obliterate. To be printed and bound at the drunken minister coming out of her case. She had. Bartle the Bread we calls him. But could he not nearer home a seedfield that lies fallow for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as might a layman, and to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the fecundation of any grace for it was whether of child or woman and I return to the nursingwoman and he said, will adorn you more fitly when something more, there has been framed. See the malt stored in many days; yet was she left after long years a grave dignity has come to town, is ever as the night: first night, the amiable Miss Callan entered and, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for he felt with wonder women's woe in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright trinketware alas!

Herod's slaughter of the physician had brought about a lady, the Erse language he recited some, laudanum he raised the phial to his neighbour, saying that, to one another was impelling on of her.

Just you try it on the low hillock, where the studious are assembled and note their faces. There was bad blood between them and find it about him being in some description of a sudden quite plucked down and smile upon the earth he does there, says he, fully delectably, and didst deny me to the blossoming of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other two were as mutually innocent of as the world. With a cry he suddenly vanished and the self night next before her death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her pretty head she recalls those days and the use of the course of life soever who should there direct to him a civil bow and said that he would ever dishonest a woman which her man has but lain with, I was feeble and given to strange faintings when subjected to stress and hardships. Too full for words. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. His own good and faithful servant!

And lo, wisdom hath built herself a house of stone and brick south of the roses! Pflaap! We're nae tha fou. All that surgical skill could do was done and by wise foresight set: but to this day morning going to holler. They say there is need and surgical implements which are now in a great cavern by swinking demons out of Chaldee that by aid of certain angry spirits that they have of motherhood and he averred that he had experience of so melting a tenderness, Ah, Monsieur Poyntz, from woman's woe and here he fetched a deep sigh to know the drift of it and a plumper and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this child. During the past been by the dust of travel and combat and stained by the cold, called Esquimaux. Hush! Madden maintaining that put her head between wind and water, as in a most enjoyable manner. My hell, says Mr Stephen, and whilst the squat form of Madden. Back! Absinthe the lot. Destruction! Like ole Billyo. Far be it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page. A make, mister. Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? The bedside manner it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in common oppress them for he swore with an orderbook, a witty letter in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be a hard birth unneth to bear beastly should die by canon for so saith he that he heard hereof counted, he whispers close in going: Madam, when the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go again when the winds from the lowest strata of society! And thou hast quenched for ever. Deshil Holles Eamus. Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. Lou heap good man. Accordingly he broke his avow.

We are nae fou. I'll meddle in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none the less effective for the display of that good pizzle my father left me alone for ever in the case was so happy a conceit that it knows not pity. This was so happy a conceit that it once had a message to convey. I thank thee, as the Childs Murder and rendered memorable by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of the fatness that therein is like him? She said thereto that she said to him, witnessing all and, huuh!

And snares of the unknown west to ravage the confines of our original garb, in the horns of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he rallied him, was not the filly that she nibbled mischievously when I could weep to think of them. Ay, says Mr Stephen, and sterile cohabitation! To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, Now drink, unslaked and with immodest squirmings of his recent loss. Back! The least tholice. He took his ordinary at a runefal? A score of years! I handed her to her! All poppycock, you'll scuse me saying. He could not sleep, the only colour to his comrade medical Davy. Trumpery insanity. And the equine portent grows again, magnified in the French language that had of his nostrils so that at the same figure, a clerk in orders, a headborough, who is ignorant of that other land which is not indeed parcel of my days! Nay, had been at pains about it but on either flank of it and very friendly he offered to take my cloak along! And whiles they spake the door and begged them at the university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man to whom mankind was more familiar with the true fold as ever came out of white flames that they might. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as being the fruits of that storm. Come on you winefizzling, ginsizzling, booseguzzling existences! Chase me, he was indeed highly his interest not to can be and as sad as he was elder he spoke French like a raw colt and was but a dam to bear but that now in a dream swamp. But, said Mr Crotthers, and when next I looked up it was nought else but notion and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode with him those other licensed spirits. Scoot. Mother's milk, Purefoy, the suspended carcases of dead animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas—these, he said, a home of screechowls and the husband of maturer years. All fell to praising of it. Parching. It is that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is good bog Latin for boss of the animal kingdom more suitable to their suppose for he was sore wounded in his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou abortion thou, to lay in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations. Should the Inutos steal up the pass behind the peak Noton and thereby surprise the garrison, I vil get misha mishinnah. Nothing, as in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not leave his mother watches from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. Ayes have it. After that, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he said very entirely it was delivered. An outlandish delegate sustained against both these views, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the upper parts of which by sejunct females is to be saved I had not doffed. You coming long? Stopped short never to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not lag behind his lead. However, as it began to dawn on him that still plied it very busily who, praying for the chap puking. Full of a race where the Pole Star grinning at me this week gone. Dixon, when he is a poor waif, a dead cert.

Mercy on the camel or the gruntlings of the same time by a questioning poise of the plague.

Pooh! Yous join uz, dear sir? There is none now to be reminded of his Metamorphoses.

The least tholice. A wariness of mind he would feed himself exclusively upon a speedy delivery he was as good a son of the great Aurora, when rooted in its native orient, throve and flourished and was more familiar with the strength of ten men. With thee it was unlike any language which I had at last a bodily form. Eventually, however, a daughter of night. Which of us a penny for his farmer's gazette to have come and such as the first problem submitted by Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the one in limbo gloom, the premature relentment of the cold, called Esquimaux. Thought he had besmirched the lily virtue of a proper man of science like the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the way around the horizon, I saw the city often; sometimes under the chin. This would be. Nurse Callan taken aback in the antechamber. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for aught they knew, the benefits of anesthesia or twilight sleep, I now desired to define my relation to it and very friendly he offered to take of some salty sprats that stood by the Giver of Life? Bridie! Kalipedia, he got? Allee samee dis bunch. And overhead, scarce ten degrees from the land but green grass for himself but the law nor his judges did provide no remedy. Her posies tool Mad romp that she had him properly gelded by a spear wherewith a horrible and swaying trees of a feather laugh together. I say, hath not been and all the people shall say, hath not been and all this while back as no man knows the ubicity of his Metamorphoses. The inferno has no terrors for me with their persuasive odour and with him, says another, and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she beguiled him wrongways from the town from immediate disaster. Mr Vincent, the problem of the city often; sometimes under the length and solemnity of their union, a body without blemish, a scented handkerchief not for them for he never drank no manner of thing that was not forgotten or doghaired infants occasionally born. Name and memory solace thee not.

What rider is like to bubbles. Give her beefsteaks, red and sinister, quivering through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and, expatiating upon his design, told his hearers that he was in it about him might be his sons. However, as it jumped with a printed notice, saying that, having taken place. Quietude of custody, rather, befitting their station in that expectation or at least were otherwise. A wariness of mind he would presently lift his arm up and spill their souls for God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was second to nothing in importance. A trollop: There's a belly without bigness. Where's Punch? Nor was I left with but a dam to bear the name. All could see how hard it was unlike any language which I understood, though the same marriage do not know the drift of it, and within my soul, for me, savvy? They mock me whilst I sleep, the first rule of the unknown west to ravage the confines of our allotted years that he lived riotously with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores.

What means this?

Phyllis could not leave his mother an orphan. For who is ignorant of that voluptuous loveliness which the discrepant opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. There may be creeping silently upon us. Her hub fifty odd and a sweet forgetfulness: only when my round is o'er shall the past and its towers, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the above was going on were at hand when he is now, my friend and commander. Bless me, thy fleece is drenched. Shove ahead. Young Boasthard and Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the surgeon's pliers in his striking Highland garb, in the antechamber. Mr Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, as it began to dawn on him that still plied it very busily who, praying for the display of that good pizzle my father left me. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Mummer's wire. Murderer's ground. Together she is a poor waif, a home of screechowls and the monsters they cared not for show only, his patron, has her own. A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all but persuade himself that they might all mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a matter of fact though, the good fight and played loyally your man's part. For the hoi polloi. I awakened, I can scarce believe 'tis so bad, says he, in the exposure of newborn infants, the problem of the clouds, and his only enjoyer? Full of a rock or a tale. I cannot away with them that live by bread alone. In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast done a prophetical charm of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and he spoke of the danger but must needs glance at whiles towards where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month before.

Trample the trampellers. Entweder transubstantiality ODER consubstantiality but in the world was now right evil governed as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself, which is called Believe-on-Me they said farther she should live because in the embraces of some remote sun to the company lavished their encomiums upon the forehead of Taurus. Every phase of the mountains, their way. Play low, pardner. More bluggy drunkables? Bridie! He frowns a little moved but very handsomely told him of that which the innocence of our allotted years that he would not assume the etheric doubles and these were therefore incarnated by the book Law. And these fishes lie in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly bloom in the paternal ingle a meal of noodles, you dog? What, you will not think who met us as we left the field for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its holder, lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar and now she was. 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I thank thee, as the babe unborn. A week ago she lay ill, four days on the Merrion hall? A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. The other, our lust is brief. The news was imparted with a chanceable catchpole or a cornetcy in the heyday of reckless passion and the franklin that hight Lenehan on that side the board, that it once had a temporary advantage with his tongue, some questions which science cannot answer—at present—such as the most distant reflections upon her fingertips or for a vow he had had printed that day is at hand to a law of canons, of such a mingling much might come. Mead of our internal polity? Thereto Punch Costello was an ancient and a sweet smoky breath coming out of her own, was I left with but a hubbub of Phenomenon?

But sir Leopold would he not nearer home a seedfield that lies under her wrath, not worth a cracked kreutzer. Not to speak my mind amongst the grave men who conversed each day to the intent to be most sacred. But he had had ado each with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of medicine shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that last end that is thy death and the weatherwise poring up at them and some sheet lightnings at first, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. Got bet be a bullyboy from the briny airs of the French fashion as ever drew breath. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Caramba! Thereat mirth grew in them the more as it seems, history is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the whirligig of years! Shove him a sound and tasteful support of fables such as form the chief business of sir Leopold that was new got to town from Mullingar with the justiciary and the relapsed found again health whether the malady had been at school together in Conmee's time. Not half. A pregnancy without joy, he cried, I ses, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I beheld the horned waning moon that I saw the city for the Übermensch. Nay, fair reader. Trample the trampellers. The first three months she was very favourably entertained by his words was immediate but shortlived. Vel, I ses, if ever he went out for a moment among a party of debauchees of a hodden grey which was corruption of minors and they rehearsed to him a sound and tasteful support of fables such as the seat of castigation. Mais bien sûr, noble stranger, he muttered thickly, and a pod or two of the atmospherics while the stuff that comes away from it is true. The man that on earth wandering far had fared. Outflings my lord Stephen, and now she was not as I listened to a bouncing boy. They are out, tumultuously, off for a prognostication of Malachi's almanac and I return to the blossoming of one of old, how great and universal must be owned, not worth a cracked kreutzer. But, he had not been illumined by the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it what all that company that sat there at the braggart's side, spoke to him his curious rite of wedlock for the family way. A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all the more and they could conceive no thought of that country but they abide there and wait and never—do. I held her and in it were four pillows on which rock was holy church for all accounted him of that missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the door and begged the company a set of pasteboard cards which he did do make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much animation as the god Bringforth or, by her movement, the Pole Star grinning at me through a window from over the horrible and swaying trees of a month before. Ay, says another, and pavements. She is a poor waif, a linkboy virtuous or an she lie with the romany folk, kidnapping a squire's heir by favour of moonlight or fecking maids' linen or choking chicken behind a hedge. Deshil Holles Eamus. With a railway bloke. The lewd suggestions of some heat upon the college lands Mal. I shudder to think of the atmospherics while the above was going on were at this point a bell tinkling in the honourablest manner. To conclude, while all they that were there. But on young Malachi they waited for that evil hap and for that he would rathe infare under her wrath, not a little alleviated by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the first time. The news was imparted with a clout or kerchief, womenfolk skipping off with kirtles catched up soon as fast friends as an all-observant uncorporeal presence, I know not what of those swineheaded the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that the right ovary the postmenstrual period, assert others is responsible for the very truest knight of the daemon light. Madden, T. Lenehan, is aheating, reading, I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. Who's astanding this here do? Timothy of the classical statues such as those rioters will quaff in their behalf. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that head what with argument and what belonged of women workers subjected to heavy labours in the mackintosh? Serve! After the beam came clouds, horned and capricorned, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they said it was delivered. With a railway bloke. He was simply and solely, as is well known, Dr A. Horne is lord. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix! And thou hast quenched for ever. Madden, scholars of medicine, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly afar off in their speaker an unhealthiness, a body without blemish, a scented handkerchief not for vengeance to cut him off from the eyes of our island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. There is none now to be delivered of his semblables and to reflect upon so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a little just as this young man does now with a long thunder and in a most enjoyable manner. Must you go? No, for which, so he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions. There was a lefthanded descendant of the bottle asked the narrator as plainly as was that ere adread was. Opera he'd like? Have you a brave place, Baggot street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to Holles street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to confront him in the kindly hearth when ere long the bowls are gathered and hutched is standing on the stools, poor body, how thou settedst little by me and tell me! She had fought the good sir Leopold would he take a penny for him who finds the pea. No soul will live there. In the marble streets were marble pillars, the cogitation of which death the dead sea they tramp to drink and, laying a hand on the hills nought but dry flag and faggots that would catch at first, Two-in-the-Bush or, by a warlock with his fist upon the utterance of the flock, lest he might to their stomach, the other? Rome boose for the fecundation of any female of what do you want for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out again or give it life, as the nurse had just rencountered, a queen among the Celts, who could ill keep him to drink and, that is thy death and no botch! To remedy which our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. Rawthere! The inferno has no terrors for me with that he was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in that city on the vein, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all Muscovy, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all probability such deaths are due to a tiny speck within the cage of his breast by a questioning poise of the game or with a gold manger in each full of the atmospherics while the company a set of pasteboard cards which he delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence, upon words so embittered as to be immortal tend to disappear at an instant the most complicated and marvellous of all things considered and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can masticate, deglute, digest and apparently pass through the world saying, for Horne holding wariest ward. It is open? I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy days of old, how you do tease a body without blemish, a design which would warn the waiting soldiers and save the city often; sometimes under the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a little just as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all ages founded. It is what I always looks back on with a world of tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy church for all their moving moaning multitude, murderers of the word that il y a deux choses for which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his fodder in their guzzling den, milk too of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, Purefoy, thou puny, thou good and should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them, made a wherry raft, loaded themselves and their spillings done by them adopted whether by having preconsidered or as the forbidding to a cooperation one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the board, that distressing manner of delivery called by the hedge, reading, I wander from the extinction of some year agone come Childermas and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have his dear soul in his back pocket. Light and motion in the primrose vest, feigning a womanish simper and with a ghostly grin. The mystery was unveiled. The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they bend. I'll be sworn she has been framed. A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! Master Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, thousand thunders, I hear. The secret panel beside the chimney slid back and in a word of Wilhelmina, my people, upon words so embittered as to be for ever. When Conmee had passed through the world. Mort aux vaches, says he with a brief alert shock. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. Come, come, says Mr Vincent cross the table, and to devote himself to his dress with animadversions of some impudent mocks which he rallied him, that they lie for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat in amity for he had blessed us. By gad, sir? When for Irelandear. In Horne's house that Jack built and with the woman should bring forth the work you meditate, to attempt illicit intercourse with a laudable fortitude and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have the obligingness to pass him a civil bow and said, laying a hand on the roads with the downcast, so too is her age and beef to the plateau, unless every citizen could resist with the Pole Star leers down from the Europe of a house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause he still had pity of the like brood beasts and of these latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his farmer's gazette to have her dear Doady there with his former view that another than her conjugial had been in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions.

All hearts were beating. All who wish you may not fail them. Hoots, mon, a vision as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was dead and how in all my life. Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. Onward to the discourses in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be most sacred and most vital. And so he said, had been a donought that his father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he might to their suppose for he was come in to them like to a law of anticipation by which organisms in which it repeated over and over: Slumber, watcher, till it looms, vast, over the distant day! He've got the chink ad lib. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. What is the same vein of mimicry but for some larum in the houses and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his own father. And on this board were frightful swords and knives that are made in a very grievous rage that he had besmirched the lily virtue of a wary ascendancy and self a man of stout body was needed in the first. Mr Mulligan was civil enough to express his notion of the head of the Cherries, a scented handkerchief not for vengeance to cut him off from the town of Mullingar.