#the children customers are so silly like what business does an eight year old have tipping twenty dollar on chicken sandwich

[magicianmalpractice]

4/6 of the cluckeria buddies have lineart done… (chase and budwin are in the works just not as far)

[munchcorner]

Pastries (SakuAtsu)

Atsumu's a lonely baker who spends most of his time baking. It was his way of coping for when his parents had passed from old age and his brother, Osamu, had gotten married and started a family. He used to be surrounded by so many people he loved, but as time passes and they grew older, their time for each other became limited, leaving Atsumu feeling a little lonely. So, he builds his own bakery to keep him busy and fill his loneliness by interacting with his customers.

Atsumu had fun talking to various people. He's met students who buy his sweets as their reward for themselves for their hard work at school. He's met children who loved his cookies because they looked adorable. He's met lonely adults like him who think that life is boring and is a constant misery. He's met people who were enjoying life. He's met people who are in love and are content with their lives. But the most memorable one was the man with black curly hair and dark emerald eyes.

He was a man who looked like he who saw the world in monochrome. One where he just goes with the flow of life. Even his voice was monotonous when Atsumu strikes a conversation.

"You don't seem like someone who would enjoy cookies shaped like characters," Atsumu comments as he puts the cookies in a box.

"Well, they're not for me. They're for my daughter," The man answers, making Atsumu go, "oh,"

"Yeah, so how much?" The man asks as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket.

"That'll be 4867.52 yen," Atsumu answers and hands the man the box of cookies.

The man pays for it, and just as he turns around to leave, his phone starts to ring, and the man's face immediately lights up at the sight of the name flashing on the screen.

Atsumu wanted to ask if it was his daughter, but he didn't want to be intrusive, so he presses his lips together and remains quiet.

The man answers the call, and Atsumu could hear his daughter's voice, excitedly screaming, "did you buy them?! Did you buy it?! Please tell me you bought them! Please! Please! Please!"

The man chuckles as he pulls on the door, "Yeah, I have it, don't worry,"

Atsumu watched as the man walk away. He places his hands on the counter and softly smiles all to himself, "I wonder what it's like to have someone who looks forward to seeing you come home?"

The loneliness Atsumu had been feeling comes back after that little encounter, but it became stronger when he got home. He immediately dialed Osamu's number, hoping that maybe he's free, but he ends up sighing when he was directly sent to voicemail.

Atsumu doesn't leave a message and just ends the call before going to bed.

The next day comes, and the curly-haired man he met yesterday comes to buy a different set of pastries from him.

"So, did your daughter like it?" Atsumu asks as he packages the cupcakes the man just bought.

"She loved it," The man answers shortly, but unlike before, now he has this small little smile on his lips as he answers.

Atsumu hums in delight and gives the man the cookies, "I'm glad to hear that,"

A month passes with the man buying different types of pastries from him. They'd have small conversations from time to time, and as the days turn to months, they slowly started talking about more personal stuff.

Atsumu finally learned what the man's name was after three months of constantly talking to each other. His name's Sakusa Kiyoomi, a dashing name just like the person itself, but aside from Kiyoomi, he also learned his daughter's name, Sakusa Sayomi.

"Sayomi said she wanted to meet you," Kiyoomi says as he watches Atsumu put the cake in a velvet box.

"Oh, is that so?" Atsumu asks and puts a ribbon on the box.

"Yeah, if that's alright with you," Kiyoomi says as he takes the box and takes out his wallet to pay for the cake, "it's fine if you're not okay with it,"

"Are you kidding me? I'd love to meet her! I'm actually amazed that it took you three months to bring her here because you talk about her a lot," Atsumu says with a chuckle.

Kiyoomi puffs his cheeks and looks at his feet in embarrassment.

Adorable. Atsumu thinks.

"Do I really talk that much?" Kiyoomi asks, his cheeks flushed red and his fingers pulling on his slacks.

"Yeah," Atsumu answers, "so, when can I meet her?"

"What about tomorrow? Is that a good time?" Kiyoomi asks.

"Yeah, I'm cool with that,"

And with that, they finally bid their goodbyes.

The next day arrives, and Kiyoomi enters the bakery with an eight-year-old child holding his hand. She had this huge smile on her face as she enters, and her eyes immediately brightened up when she saw the pastries.

"Daddy! Look at the Kirara-designed cake!" Sayomi beams and pulls Kiyoomi to the cakes.

Atsumu chuckles as he watches Sayomi pull Kiyoomi around. She was like a bouncing ray of sunshine, and Atsumu couldn't help but wonder what it'll be like if he had a daughter.

Kiyoomi and Sayomi roamed the bakery jumping from one pastry to another until Kiyoomi finally pulls Sayomi to Atsumu, "Sayomi, this is Atsumu, the man who makes all the pastries you eat every day,"

Sayomi's eyes shine, and she lets go of Kiyoomi to run to Atsumu and hold his hands, "this hands,"

"What about them?" Atsumu asks and crouches down to be on the same level as her.

"I'm thankful for them because they make me my favorite treats," She answers and smiles at Atsumu.

"What about me? You're not thankful for me?" Atsumu asks and points at himself with a pout.

Sayomi chuckles and pulls Atsumu into a hug which surprises him, "of course, I'm most thankful for you because you make my treats and make daddy happy,"

Atsumu didn't expect what he heard, and so did Kiyoomi because when Atsumu raises his head to look at Kiyoomi, his eyes were wide, and his cheeks were flushed.

"How do I make your daddy happy?" Atsumu asks without breaking eye contact with Kiyoomi.

"By talking to him, silly. You see, daddy had been very sad lately, but ever since he started buying treats from you, he comes home happier," Sayomi says and pulls away, "that's why I wanted to meet you, Atsumu-san,"

Atsumu doesn't know how to respond properly, so he ruffles her hair and says, "I'm glad I can make your daddy happy,"

The rest of the day proceeds, with Atsumu, Kiyoomi, and Sayomi sharing a meal they prepared in the kitchen. It was already late when they finished talking, and Atsumu didn't want them to leave eating nothing but pastries, so he offers to cook them. But he didn't expect them to help.

The kitchen was too small for all three of them, but it was fun nonetheless. Atsumu found out that Kiyoomi cooks for them, but his knowledge in cookies was limited to a few kinds of pasta, ramen, and a few dishes. So, Atsumu decided to cook something Kiyoomi didn't know how to prepare so he and Sayomi could learn.

That night Sayomi and Kiyoomi leave with some leftovers from their dinner.

"Thanks for the meal, Atsumu," Kiyoomi says shyly while Sayomi waits in the car.

"it's nothing. I had fun," Atsumu says.

The atmosphere around them turned a bit awkward after what Sayomi said about Atsumu making Kiyoomi happy. But the awkward silence didn't last when Kiyoomi said, "Why don't we go out next time? All three of us,"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Atsumu asks, and Kiyoomi nods, "my invitation sucks, but I'm hoping you'd say yes,"

Atsumu laughs and takes a step towards Kiyoomi, "I'd love that," he whispers and kisses Kiyoomi's cheek.

Atsumu steps away and sees Kiyoomi staring at the ground with his cheeks flushed, "oh, Omi-kun, that was just a kiss on the cheek,"

"Shut up!" Kiyoomi says and turns away, "anyway, I'll come by tomorrow to pick you up,"

"Sounds good to me. See you tomorrow, Omi-kun," Atsumu says with a smile.

"See you tomorrow, Atsumu,"

The next day arrives, and Kiyoomi does pick Atsumu up with Sayomi. The date was fun, and it made Atsumu feel like they were a family. That one date alone was enough to make Atsumu feel happy and less lonely. But that loneliness stopped coming when Kiyoomi constantly asked him out on dates.

Every month, Kiyoomi would ask Atsumu out on a date. Sometimes, they'd bring Sayomi with them. Sometimes, it'll just be them. The dates were fun, and it made Atsumu feel happy and full. Kiyoomi and Sayomi shooed away the loneliness Atsumu had been feeling ever since his adulthood.

But sometimes, Atsumu would wonder how long it'll last.

The day came when Kiyoomi stopped visiting the bakery. Atsumu thought maybe Kiyoomi was just busy. But the text messages became lesser with each passing day until all Atsumu receives are good mornings and goodnights. It scared Atsumu that maybe Kiyoomi was over it. That Atsumu didn't make Kiyoomi happy anymore.

But after three weeks of Kiyoomi being cold, he asks Atsumu to meet him at their favorite restaurant. This made Atsumu think, "ah, he's finally breaking up with me," and despite the pain in his chest, Atsumu goes to visit him.

Atsumu arrives, thinking this would be the last time he'd ever meet Kiyoomi and Sayomi again. So, he was surprised when the lights opened, and all he saw were Kiyoomi and Sayomi standing in the middle.

"Kiyoomi, what's happening?" Atsumu asks, but Kiyoomi didn't answer. Instead, their families came out, each holding a letter to form the sentence, "will you marry me, Atsumu?"

Atsumu was stunned, and he didn't know what to do. He ended up staring at the words in front of him until Kiyoomi walks up to him and takes his hand before kneeling down.

"Everything might seem too fast to you. We've only been dating for a year, and yet here I am on my knees, asking you to marry me," Kiyoomi starts and kisses Atsumu's hand with quivering lips, "but you make me and Sayomi so happy that I think this is the only way for all three of us to be happy together for the rest of our lives,"

Atsumu's tears start to fall as he waits for Kiyoomi to continue.

"It's so bold of me to assume that we give you the same happiness you give us, but you just seem to smile brighter when you're with us. So, I'm taking this risk and asking you to marry me, Atsumu," Kiyoomi ends and raises his head to look at Atsumu.

"You idiot, who acts so cold to their significant other when they're about to propose, huh?" Atsumu asks and jokingly kicks Kiyoomi's knee, "you suck at this. You should've been sweeter, not cold,"

Kiyoomi chuckles, "I'm sorry,"

"I would've said yes if you weren't so cold, you know," Atsumu says, making Kiyoomi panic.

"So, are you saying no?" Kiyoomi asks and gulps.

"I'm thinking about it," Atsumu jokes.

But Sayomi seemed to have taken it seriously because she runs to Atsumu, clings on his pants, and says, "please, don't say no, Atsumu. I really want you to be my papa,"

Sayomi had tears in her eyes as she said it and made Atsumu's heart clench.

"I was just joking, Sayomi. I'd love to be part of your family. It's just that you're dad is terrible at this," Atsumu says after kneeling down and hugging Sayomi.

Atsumu can hear the sigh of relief Kiyoomi had put out and laughs before turning to Kiyoomi, "you're lucky Sayomi's here to make up for your coldness,"

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes at Atsumu's words, "right like you didn't want to marry me in the first place,"

"Why are you suddenly so cocky?" Atsumu asks in disbelief, "it's because you already said yes,"

Kiyoomi smirks at him and takes his right hand to put the ring on his finger and placing a kiss on it, "thank you for saying yes, Atsumu,"

Atsumu smiles, "No, I'm glad you asked me to marry,"

And ever since then, Atsumu didn't have to wonder what it'll be like to have someone waiting for you at home because now he comes home to his husband and their daughter.

--*--

I also have this posted on Twitter.

[el-gilliath]

It’s All in a Hat

Otherwise known as Five times Michael told people off when they touched his hat and one time he didn’t Also known as the fic I wrote @christchex to show her my undying love and gratitude for being who she is.

And also completely written because of this post by @monluna-dreamer

Small note of warning for Wyatt Long being a class a racist douchebag

1. Michael’s hat is a no go zone. Everyone knows this, and everyone respects it, because if they so much as lay a finger on the black cowboy hat Michael will either a) tear you a new one or b) outright punch you. 

Liz Ortecho, however, has been gone from Roswell for ten years, and as she wasn’t there when Michael got the hat, she doesn’t know just how attached he is to it. Which is why she casually picks it up one night they’re in the Pony and starts to look at it, turning it in her hands to look at the seams and inside, frankly curious about the hat that spends so much time on Michael’s head.

“Where did Mikey get this hat?” She looks up, looking for someone to answer her but instead freezes at the way they’re all looking at her in shock. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because, Ortecho,” Michael says behind her. He does not sound pleased. “There’s three rules about the hat.”

“Oh?”

“One, don’t ever touch the hat.” He plucks it out of her fingers and places it on his head. “Two, don’t make any kind of remarks about the hat. And three, don’t ask about the hat.”

Her eyes follow him as he turns around and walks out of the Pony. From the look on Isobel and Maria’s faces this behavior when it comes to the hat isn’t new, though Max looks like he’s slightly annoyed. Probably because Michael just left when they were there to discuss important things. 

“He’s not kidding, Liz. Don’t ever mess with the hat.”

She looks at Max. “Why, though?”

“We don’t know,” Isobel replies. “He never told us where it came from. Just that it’s sacred.”

Her voice turns nasal when she says the word sacred. Liz frowns at that but doesn’t say anything. Maria just looks pensive. Like she has an idea but doesn’t want to share for her own peace of mind. Liz is curious, maybe one day she’ll get the story. Until then; point taken. 

2. Kyle Valenti likes to use the same excuse, he hasn’t been in Roswell for ten years so he doesn’t know things. Never mind that his mother is the sheriff and keeps him apprised on all things Roswellian, no matter if he wants to or not, he will still live by the “I didn’t know” if he can. Luckily for him he’s charming enough that it usually works when he does do something wrong.

Of course there’s people that don’t buy it. Arturo is one, Alex the second, and Rosa the third. Isobel will give him the benefit of the doubt if in a good mood, Liz is to kind not to believe him, Maria just shakes her head and Max just frankly doesn’t care.

Then there’s Michael Guerin, who sees through all kinds of bullshit Kyle talks about, so much so that Kyle has started to test the limits of what he can get away with. He’s tried it with cars, he’s tried it with alcohol, he tried it with the Evans siblings(which did not go well) and he’s tried it with the Airstream. The number is currently 0-1 in Guerin’s favor, but he still tries. He likes the challenge.

He decides to try it with the hat, because he’s had a few beers to many, sitting at the junkyard with Alex, Guerin is being a broody shit, and he’s bored without any alien shenanigans to deal with. Which is something he never thought he would think.

“Hey, Guerin, what’s actually up with the hat?”

“None of your beeswax, Valenti,” is the reply he gets. Rude.

“No, tell me, what’s up with it?” He asks as he reaches out a hand towards the hat on Michael’s head. He doesn’t expect the mighty punch he receives to the shoulder. “Ow! What the fuck, Guerin?”

“Kyle.” The disapproval in Alex’s voice is enough to let him know how much of a brat he’s being.

“Sorry, Guerin.”

“Whatever, Valenti.” He knows Guerin isn’t done being pissed off, but he still hands him a beer so he guesses he’s sort of forgiven. For now.

He realizes he’s wrong when he gets up to pee about 15 minutes later and he falls over because his shoelaces are tied together, to Guerin’s roaring laugh and Alex’s coughing that means he’s trying to hide a laugh. Stupid telekinesis.

3. Wyatt Long is a douchebag, it’s known, it’s heard, it’s just a fact of life. He’s a white privilege, New Mexico 1st born son of the worst caliber, who spews racism like it’s fact, slurs like they have meaning, offence like it’s the law, be it against latinx, black or native people. He doesn’t care who he hurts, who he offends, who hates him.

What he does care about is who he hates, and Michael Guerin is on the near top of that list, just underneath Max Evans.

Stupid fucking Michael Guerin, who runs around like he owns Roswell in that stupid, fucking black cowboy hot.

Only good, proud, ranger sons like Wyatt should be allowed to wear hats like that. That Michael Guerin, whore and drunk that he is, runs around in one is a disgrace.

One night in the Pony, Wyatt decides to do something about that after a bourbon of eight. Guerin is sitting at the bar as usual, flirting with the DeLuca chick. She’s hot as fuck, but a bartender is beneath his standards. Even if he would like to fuck her to check if she’s up to par.

“Hold up guys, I’mma get Guerin’s hat,” he tells his group of friends, grinning as they holler and yell after him as he walks up to the bar. He might be a little unsteady, but who the fuck cares.

“What do you want, Long?”

“Well I could always do with a night in your bed, gorgeous,” he replies, giving DeLuca his most winning smile. The look of disgust on her face just fuels the rage, as does the snort Guerin lets out. “What, you think you’re so much better than me, Guerin? At least I have a house, not a tin can.”

“That the best you can do, Long? Cause that’s just sad, I happen to like my tin can, and guess what, so does Maria.”

Wyatt completely misses DeLuca’s hissed out “Guerin!” Or Guerin cringing at the tone in her voice. All he can hear is the angry rush of blood in his ears. 

“The fuck do you have this hat for anyway, Guerin? You ain’t no fucking ranger and you don’t fucking deserve to wear it.” He picks up the black hat and crunches his fingers around the top of it. 

He doesn’t realize he’s been punched until he’s already falling backwards with a hell of a pain in his nose, his head this close to smacking into the ground as he lands, hard. He can already feel the blood starting to gush from the broken nose. 

“You wanna talk smack about where I live, go right on ahead. But don’t you ever fucking touch the hat, or question why I wear it, Long.”

He’s too busy trying not to cry from the pain to notice as Michael steps over him, hat on his head, and leaves into the night. 

4. Maria DeLuca is not a woman who doesn’t know herself. She has far to much of a psychic ability for that, has had far to many struggles in her life for that and has sacrificed too many things for that. She knows who she is inside and out, she knows what she’s worth and she knows that she deserves. She doesn’t have to fool herself into anything. Even if she did, her ability wouldn’t let her for long. Most times it’s a gift, sometimes it’s a curse.

“You’re never gonna let me touch it, are you?”

She knows it’s the wrong question when Michael leers, drunkenly, at her. “Gorgeous, you can touch it any time you want.”

“Your hat, Guerin.”

She watches him quickly pick up the hat from the bar, putting it into his lap instead of anywhere near she can reach from behind the bar. It’s all the answer she needs, isn’t it. 

“Maria-“

“Don’t.” She smiles at him, a small smile she knows is full of sadness. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Michael answers. His eyes, though drunk, mirrors her sadness. It makes her feel a tiny bit better because she knows they both do want this to work, in their own way. 

“Yes, it is. You can’t help how you feel.” The words Liz told her echoes in her head. She knows Michael likes her, truly likes her, but she can never compete with Alex. And while she knows Alex is fine with Michael and her, she doesn’t know how fine she is by always coming in second place. Even if Michael chose her out in the world, she’s very rarely first in his head. “Did he give you the hat?”

Michael just looks at her. She won’t be getting a reply any time soon. For some reason, she’s okay with that. Maybe because she knows it would hurt more if he did.

“If there’s any woman in the world I would let touch the hat, it would be you.”

She surprises herself by laughing. For Michael Guerin that’s the perfect endearment and she adores him for it. Especially since she feels how much he means it. 

“I need some time.”

Michael nods, unsurprised but still saddened by it. “Text me, yeah?”

Maria nods in reply, maintaining a smile on her face as Michael, and the iconic hat, leaves her bar. It’s only when the door closes behind him that she lets herself feel the sadness of what could have been. 

5. Arturo Ortecho is used to tourists. It’s the one big thing you have to deal with owning a diner in New Mexico, but as they are his biggest revenue stream, he doesn’t mind them. In fact he welcomes them gladly, with his alien themed menus, alien themed outfits and antennas. He loves their ooo’s and their aaa’s, he loves giving them genuine mexican cuisine that they all seem to enjoy, he loves his old jukebox with silly old songs that adults fawn over and children thinks are stupid. He loves it all.

The only thing he might have a slight issue with is when they come in and don’t respect other people’s property. He’s far to used to people trying to destroy the diner after… But he doesn’t negotiate when it comes to leaving his other customers things alone.

“You should leave that hat alone before the owner sees you,” Arturo says with a look at the three teens who are now frozen by Michael’s hat, one of their hands reaching out towards it. “He doesn’t take kindly to it being touched, a true cowboy never does. The hat is what makes the man, you would do well to remember that.”

The kids look from the hat to him, to the antenna on his head (which is fair), before they nod respectfully, leaving it alone and walking back to their seats. Funny, it’s been a while since anyone nodded respectfully to him. Especially kids. 

“Thanks, Mr. Ortecho.”

“Bah.” He turns towards Michael, who’s coming out of the kitchen wiping his hands. “You fix my fridge?”

“Needs a new part, but I got one at the junkyard so I’ll be back later.”

“Good. Take some meatloaf with you when you go, you’re too skinny.”

He doesn’t need to see Michael to know he’s smiling as he picks up the meatloaf, and the hat, on his way out the door. He’s a good boy, that one. 

+1 “Has anyone besides you ever worn or even touched the hat, Michael?” Isobel asks, one night as the entire group sit in her living room, bottles of tequila and bourbon cluttered on her living room table. They’ve been celebrating life, just because they can, just because everyone is alive and just because they want to.

“Why is everyone so damn curious about the damn hat? It’s just a black cowboy hat.”

Maria snorts. “That’s a damn lie and you know if. You start fights over that hat. You punched Wyatt Long so hard he broke his nose over the hat.”

Michael sighs, and looks down on the floor. “Long deserved it.”

“Long deserves a lot of things. But he’s not the first you’ve punched over it,” Max interjects, giving Michael a look when he looks up from the floor.

“Come on Mikey, just tell us,” Liz says, pouting as Michael’s gaze swings over to her. His eyes does the round after that, from Isobel, Kyle, Rosa, Maria, Jenna, Max and finally landing on Alex. Alex doesn’t do anything but smile encouragingly. Because Alex Manes, last son of Jesse Manes, current Captain of the United States Air Force, resident of Jimmy Valenti’s cabin in Roswell, New Mexico, is the only one, besides Michael, who knows the origin story of Michael’s hat. No one has ever asked him if he knows and he would never tell anyone.

“Oh my god, Alex knows?” Isobel asks, shock and delight on her face. They all look curious now, even Maria, who’s been the biggest advocate of them figuring out their shit since her and Michael broke up.

Michael smiles, and gives Alex a small nod. Guess he is telling someone after all. “Of course I know. I bought him the hat.”

There’s silence for a second, before questions hurtle at them from everyone in the room. How and why and when but Alex and Michael doesn’t answer any of them, they just look at each other and smile, remembering a dusty, hot weekend in Kansas when Alex was on leave. A weekend without cares, without fear and without worry, where Alex found the perfect black cowboy hat while out buying sustenance, and brought it back to their motel room. A weekend that like all others ended on a sad note, but was perfect the way it was.

“Does he let you wear it?”

Both Alex and Michael look at Jenna, before they turn back to one another. A second later the black cowboy hat floats from the hallway and lands on Alex’s head. It’s still a bit big on him, but it still makes him smile.

“Yeah, I do.”

They only have eyes for each other, as the room explodes in a symphony of joyous noise.

[fireandgloryrpg]

Name: Benjamin “Benjy” Quirinus.

Age: 26.

Heritage: Son of Boreas.

Affiliation: Citizen of New Rome.

Status: Retired (previously played by Bah).

Headcanons: 

Mt.Othrys battle left permanent scarring on Ben – he lost his left eye that is currently replaced by a prosthetic glass one and both legs two inches above his knees, to which he currently uses prosthetics custom-made by children of Vulcan, they’re especially made for a demigods’ use so they withstand running and jumping and any kind of exerting physical activity in general. Though the worst scarring in his opinion isn’t the one people can see but the one on his brain. Ben suffers from short term memory loss, other than the permanent memory loss he had at waking up, his brain takes four times longer than the regular brain to absorb new information. That mostly means that up to twelve hours later he’ll hardly remember anything that’s happened and any new information will be lost. Routine is the key for him to remember things, he needs to repeat over and over anything new and sometimes will only remember much later on. Think about Dory from Finding Nemo. People usually tend to be either annoyed or angered towards him, thinking an idiot for not retaining new info but Ben is optimistic and soldiers on.

Ben is borderline unnaturally optimistic and kind, to the point that most people find it hard to mistreat him more than once. For someone who’s the son of the winter God, his personality is outrageously warm. Even the most hostile spirits and minor Gods find hard to resist Ben’s smile and sweet talking, he often takes his time to look after others. At work it’s customary to find Ben chatting with the patrons and if not, you’ll easily find him hanging by Terminus or anyone else who might be lonely and/or angry. He might not remember details but that certainly is not a deterrent for his contagious and unshakable good moods.

Biography:

!! tw: limb loss and severe injury !!

Before Percy Jackson entered the scene and changed the game for every demigod that was about to be, Isao was just another name, of another ADHD boy that had no father. Born in the small town of Atsugi, Japan, he was actually pretty happy as a child. His mother, Sachiko, was the youngest daughter of a well-to-do family, an adventurer at heart that, in hear year off before starting college, had left with her friends to travel places. It was in her travels that she met Boreas, though she’d gotten another name entire, they met while the group hiked up the Himalayas. The God accompanied them for a while until the top and back to the mountain grounds, it was a silly one-night-stand and she only found out she was four months along when she was already back in Japan.

Though her family was not happy about it, Sachiko kept the child and left most of his care to her parents, decided to still pursue a career – there were ups and downs, many infighting but in the end, Isao was actually adopted by Sachiko’s eldest brother, a kind man that had married a few years before and then found out his wife could not bear children. Life was odd of course, weird things kept happening as he grew up and to a disciplined family like the Haradas, being hyperactive and dyslexic made things all the more complicated. He was still happy and cared for, not knowing his youngest aunt was in fact his mother, no one seemed keen on telling him.

Isao was ten years old when he travelled to the United States with his family for the first time. It was supposed to be a business trip for his father but with extended tourism since his mother and him tagged along, and that’s when things changed. He was left to his own devices in the corner local coffee shop by the hotel for only a few minutes and found himself with a frozen Frappuccino that had turned his own hand into ice. While mildly startled, no one else seemed to notice but a single person, the barista behind the counter with intense eyes, who was later revealed to be a Satyr working in the locally-owned, vegan shop.

Later that same day, while back in their hotel room, the Haradas were sought out by a “Mr. Brunner”, a man with a unique offering for a Summer Camp in American lands. It was all very odd but nothing a little convincing didn’t do, with promises of activities and improving his English, of course, Japanese Summer holidays were much shorter than American ones, they still took it.

So in the summer of his ten years, Isao learned he was a demigod – an unclaimed one at that but still a demigod and that he was probably adopted by at least one of his parents. Though those were the kind of odd news no one ever expected to receive, he took them graciously and also the fact he was probably never going to be claimed. The others like him had a million theories of who could be his Godly parents and yet, he wasn’t fully interested. He was happy to be “exceptional” when he thought he couldn’t be any worse and that he was not stupid but his brain was ready to learn Greek.

For eight years, despite the insanity that came with being a demigod, Isao Harada had the happiest summers of his life – he learned how to fight, ride chariots, he learned how to read and write Greek and so much more. He couldn’t claim Camp Half-Blood was almost home since he spent only a month a year there but it might as well have been. His best friends had come from there, people that he had even brought to Japan – every holiday that he could make up an excuse he’d travel to the U.S. and so on.

And then came the Battle of Manhattan and Harada Isao became just another casualty of war.

Funny enough, Isao Harada wasn’t just another casualty of war, he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He had gone to San Francisco to meet with his father, who had been in the U.S. for business. It was one of those oddities, he should’ve been at Camp Half-Blood and instead he was chased down by so many monsters, driven into Mount Tamalpais or as he’d learn eventually, Mount Othrys and fighting alongside the Roman Legion. He didn’t ask who they were and they didn’t ask who he was, all they knew was that they were fighting alongside against the Titans. He fought differently and he wasn’t part of their army but when you’re fighting a losing war, you don’t ask questions.

But from that day, Isao never went home and for all that mattered, he was dead to the world. Alongside with a number of Roman legionnaires, he was under an avalanche of rocks and earth and trees that buried them but he was one of the very few that were rescued later on. Nobody knew who he was when they brought him back to New Rome, his clothes were torn and his face barely recognizable under the cuts and bruises, so he merely became another comatose John Doe in a hospital wing.

For six years Harada Isao was considered dead by Camp Half-Blood and disappeared by his family. The Gods couldn’t interfere, risking Greeks and Roman meeting so it was left to the Fates. He woke up six years after the Mt.Othrys battle, two amputated legs, one missing eye and absolutely no memory of who he was, where he was and even how to talk. Still what the Romans knew of him was that he was a demigod and that he had fought alongside the legion so he deserved to be there with them – enough intensive speech therapy later, relearning how to move and talk, relearning pretty much everything, with custom-made prosthetics by children of Vulcan, he was “adopted” into a Roman family – the Quirinus, the family of one demigod he fought alongside on Mt.Othrys and let them baptize and take him in.

When the Greeks barged into New Rome his memories almost came back but not entirely, all he knows is that Greeks give him headaches so he tends to avoid those. Now living by himself, his memory isn’t the best always, he still managed to land himself on two half-time jobs to not be a weight on his new family, one at a bar and another as a barista in a coffee shop. Still a regular at the hospital, Ben takes one or two classes at UNR most times as a “special student” though he hates the term, to help his improving mental health.

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March 15, 2017: Columns

Notes on “The Snowstorm”

By KEN WELBORN

Record Publisher

What with all the talk about the Great March Storm of 2017, which (at least so far) seems to have mercifully missed us, I am reminded of the winter of 1960 when it snowed for several Wednesdays in a row. We missed so much school that year we were actually glad when the schools opened back up. Then, of course, I am reminded that Millers Creek still gets more snow than anywhere else in the continental United States, including the brutal dusting this past Sunday morning. However, I have it on good authority that the roads were plowed in time for the folks at Arbor Grove Methodist to make it in.

Many times in this space I have chided Millers Creek resident and editor of The Record, Jerry Lankford, about making it to work during snowstorms. While I have accused him of operating on the “eight flakes to the acre” theory of not being willing to leave the warmth of his house on Kite Road, truth is he has never been stopped from getting to work. With that being said, many others have used the weather as an excuse over and over.

In the old days of the Central Telephone Company, many of those line guys would say “If the first snowflake hits me, that's God's fault. If the second flake hits me, it's my own sorry fault.” This theory was also easily adaptable for rain as well. But my all time favorite is the fact that through the years I have employed many women in various jobs, and, most of them seem to be married to the dumbest men on the fact r e of the earth. However, when the aforementioned eight flakes to the acre begins to fall, all of a sudden these men become crack meterologists, and the absolute authority in their lives, and I would hear the oft repeated refrain of' “Tony called. He says it's bad out there. I've got to go home--now. I've to do what Tony says.” Bear in mind that on any other subject these guys were said to be as dumb as a bag of cut hair.

But, it was when I was at a bank the other day, and the subject of weather, snow, and bank closings came up that I was reminded of the bank very few folks remember or maybe have never even heard of—the “Bank of Elbert.” Back in the 1970s, when I had the easiest job of my life, selling radio advertising for my friend and mentor Paul Cashion, that I had my first experiences with working for a living and how the weather could affect it. During my childhood, I had heard my daddy the preacher say he had seen enough snow to last him a lifetime (especially after the winter of 1960), and on other occasions as well. Of course, as a kid, I would reply that I would never say something silly like that—snow was pure fun, and that was the way it would always be. Not.

I have often said that I have eaten enough crow to spit feathers for a week, and this one is on the list. Snow was fun—that is, until you slip and slide into work to find that most of your customers didn't even open up that day, and that you, as a commissioned salesperson, all of a sudden wasn't making a dime. Even on those snow days when I was first getting my feet wet in business, so to speak, there was one constant I could always count on, the Spainhour's department store. In those days, the store was ran by Mr. Lincoln (Linc) Spainhour, and it was open every day it was supposed to be. And yes, that included snow. He may not have wanted much advertising on those snowy days, but he was there and ready to serve any hardy souls who ventured out. On days like that, Mr. Spainhour had more time to talk and visit and anytime spent with him was educational in one way or another. I was visiting with Mr. Lincoln in his office on the mezzanine on one of those slow snowy days when his bookkeeper Maggie stuck her head in and told him the banks were closing because of the weather and might not be open the next day as well.

“Not to worry,” he replied, Elbert will stay open. This was my first knowledge of what was loosely referred to as the “Bank of Elbert,” because it seemed as though every business in Downtown North Wilkesboro knew that Elbert Rhoades at his bookstore on Ninth Street kept enough cash and rolled coin to keep them operating—bank or no bank—regardless of the weather. And he wouldn't leave early.

Mr. Spainhour went on to say what a good fiend Elbert Rhoades had been to him and so many others in the area through the years. One of his comments was that “...if Elbert is your friend, he is your friend rain or shine.”

And, I suppose, snow.

Make Your Move

By LAURA WELBORN

I am not sure how my genetic make-up or environmental "up brining" plays into my inability to leave things.  Sometimes I think it is being raised Catholic where everyone has a tendency to stick it out through all situations or maybe I am just hardwired to give it my all even though it is time to move on.  When I read this from Home devotionals.com it made perfect sense to me and I hope it gives me a better perspective on recognizing when a door is closing and being open to new beginnings.

"Make Your Move By Dan Johnson  I tell you, now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation. -2 Corinthians 6:2

The Bible tells us there is a time for everything and that includes change

Many know the dissatisfaction that comes from overstaying our welcome at work, in a geographic location, or in a particular assignment in life. There is a time to come and a time to go. There is a time to dig in, lay down roots, and stake our claim. But the opportunities that arise in life are presented to us in the context of our age, ability, in the moment. We have to decide if they come to us in the fullness of time. Open doors can close and the regret of missed opportunities can sting as much as hasty actions. There comes a time to give in to growth, stretch our wings and fly. But how do we know when it's time to make a change?

"There's wisdom in a multitude of counselors. Good friends have the right to tell us the truth and may just have the grace to break the news to us gently.

Finally, we need to have a sense that our good gifts and talents are going to be used when we take on a new task. Stewardship demands that our lives line up with our abilities. And it's more fun that way.

Life is short, at best. We have a shelf life. While we're still fresh, we're called to live each day to the fullest with the knowledge we have. We can enjoy the satisfaction that comes when our day-to-day routines are still challenging, providing room for growth, and making us wish for one more day to do what we love."

The other day I was getting a routine eye exam and I started chattering about my greatest fear was developing Macular Degeneration like my Grandmother.  After going on and on about my fear, the Optometrist quietly told me that indeed I did have intermediate stage Macular Degeneration.  I have now made a promise not to obsess over things as they just may happen.  But on that note I have come to terms with living each day with a renewed vigor and appreciating that today I can see.  If my sight does become compromised then I will just find new ways to "see", and my greatest fear will just become an adjustment.  I will find new open doors and not worry so much about the doors closing behind me.

I should have known something was up when my dog, Powder, was sleeping on his favorite toy (ladybug pillow) with the eyes chewed out- it must have been a sign….

Laura Welborn,

Mediator

contact her at

laurawelborn1@gmail.com

    A liberal degree in anti-Semitism 

on America’s campuses

By EARL COX

Special to The Record

Anti-Semitic incidents are exploding across America, with more than 100 recent bomb threats to JCCs, overturned gravestones at Jewish cemeteries, and other troubling incidents. This "unprecedented and inconceivable escalation of anti-Semitic acts in the United States … is "chillingly reminiscent of the pogroms in Eastern Europe and … the Nazi rise to power," warned World Jewish Congress President Ronald S. Lauder.

The wave also pervades college campuses around the nation under the guise of protecting "oppressed" Palestinians from "colonial" Israel. In a survey of 50 U.S. universities, more than half the students reported observing or experiencing anti-Semitism from peers or staff. BDS-boycotts, divestment and sanctions against Israeli businesses, academics, and cultural events-often accompanies these incidents; though proponents claim to eschew racism, its real purpose is to delegitimize Israel.

But anti-Semitism and BDS are the tip of a formidable iceberg-the radical Left's agenda is to undermine Israel and erode the democratic foundations of America, Israel's ally. Its targeting of top U.S. colleges is designed to politically groom the next generation of leaders. The political Left was already orchestrating attacks against American academia when author David Horowitz chronicled in 2009 how the Left was insinuating its "radical agenda into … collegiate institutions … and even secondary schools." To defend our freedoms, democracy and the future of our children, we must recognize and heed this battle cry.

In earlier generations, anti-Semitism, the Holocaust and Islamic aggression evoked sympathy for Israel. But today's millennials are influenced not only by liberal professors and administrators, but also by being deliberately targeted by pro-terrorism student organizations that push the right progressive buttons by portraying Palestinians as the trodden-upon underdogs and Israel as a repressive Apartheid state "occupying" Palestinian land. In this intellectually clouded environment, millennials-those born after 1980-fail to analyze and assess facts, and blindly adopt the Palestinian platform in allegiance to a vague human-rights agenda favoring victims, underdogs and the oppressed.

Progressive student groups such as Students for Justice in Palestine systematically establish chapters across U.S. campuses where they aggressively market their message, joining forces with groups like Black Lives Matter and LGBQs to leverage their influence. Their methods are propaganda, graffiti, vandalism, harassment, intimidation and violent disruption tactics against Jews, pro-Israel individuals, student groups and events.

What makes the millennials so vulnerable to exploitation? They have no memory of the Holocaust or the 1967 war started by Arab states intent on destroying Israel. Although a majority (54 percent) of Americans support Israel, several polls report that millennial support for Israel is weakening as their enthusiasm for the Palestinian cause grows.

The erosion of the U.S. Anglo-European demographic base sheds some light, said historian Alex Joffe in The Times of Israel. Its biblically inspired religious tolerance and acceptance of Jews influenced America's institutions and values. But a 1965 immigration-quota change enacted to attract skilled labor was later replaced by amnesties that retroactively legalized millions of illegal immigrants who were indifferent to American values. These two policy shifts resulted in a new generation of ethnically and religiously diverse millennials.

Although conservative professors are hiding their views for fear of losing tenure, they may lose much more if they remain silent. Silence is also fueling Islam's influence over the minds of our youth. There has never been a greater need for Christians and those who love democracy to speak up on behalf of Israel. It's time for parents to withdraw support and tuition from universities that permit anti-Semitic acts; for academic leaders to discipline student organizations that foster hate; for students to report professors who politicize students, and to support pro-Israel student groups. Consider speaking to your congressional representatives and appealing to President Trump not to dismantle the State Department's envoy for combating anti-Semitism.

Mark G. Yudof, former president of the University of California system, said, "I don't want to see BDS become stronger because 20 years from now, these students will be judges, heads of Congress…We have to respond now to maintain the historical relationship with Israel."

Earl Cox is an international broadcaster and journalist who has served in senior level positions with four US presidents. Due to his outspoken support for Israel, he has been recognized by Prime Minister Netanyahu as a Goodwill Ambassador from Israel to the Jewish and Christian communities around the world and named the Voice of Israel to America by Israel's former Prime Minister Ehud Olmert. Mr. Cox resides in Charleston SC and in Jerusalem.

   Morning Eggs and a Celebration

By CARL WHITE

Life in the Carolinas

So, there I sat in my booth at Cagney’s in Wilkesboro for a Saturday morning country breakfast of bacon, soft scrambled eggs with biscuit and gravy.

While I enjoy the flavors, I think the memories of growing up in a family that celebrated many of life’s specials moments around a table: set with savory country cooking is even more cherished than the food itself.

While I didn’t think of it at the time, those moments had a profound influence on my life. I’m sure those early days of celebrating life contributed greatly to the fact that I enjoy bringing people together for special occasions.

The idea of not offering food and beverage to guest seems to be an assault on the idea of civilized Southern Hospitality.

I don’t think it needs to be a lot, but it needs to taste and look good. I understand that taste and looks are subjective, but a good effort goes a long way.  

I’m certain it’s not just a southern thing, but I do think that we southern folks have a great knack for it and the stylistic way we do it sets us apart from others.

In the adjoining booth was a gathering of three who were celebrating the birthday of Buretta Faw, she was joined with her good friend Rita Aguilar and Buretta’s granddaughter, Lexis Wyatt.

While I was not part of their party, I could not help but to notice the happy moment. Buretta was presented with a variety of gifts, the first gift was jewelry that featured a sea shell, to which she displayed an expressive smile and said, “I see a trip to the beach coming up.”

The next gift also featured a sea shell to which with even more excitement she expressed her certainty that a trip to the beach would be in the not too distant future. With this comment, there is no doubt that Buretta loves trips to the beach.

Midway through my breakfast I noticed that the last gift was being presented.

It was a larger box that contained a custom bag that was printed with pictures of what must have been friends and family. As she looked over her gift her beaming smile was joined with tender tears.

While I did not know any of the celebrating people in the booth next to me. I felt the moment.

I extended a birthday wish and took a picture just like I was part of their group.

We do a lot things over the course of our lives. As Americans, we spend billions a year on the things we surround ourselves with.

As the years pass and as the interviews and stories keep adding up. I’m noticing more and more about what truly seems to be important in life for most people. It’s not about having a lot of the stuff.

For the most part, it’s the people in our lives, the good memories, the being together and the images of those we care for that makes our face leak.

Carl White is the executive producer and host of the award winning syndicated TV show Carl White’s Life In the Carolinas. The weekly show is now in its 8th year of syndication and can be seen in the Charlotte viewing market on WJZY Fox 46 Saturdays at 12 noon.  For more on the show visit  www.lifeinthecarolinas.com, You can email Carl White at Carl@lifeinthecarolinas.com.

Copyright 2017 Carl White

[ulyssesredux]

Hades

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Unclean job.

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Make America Great Again.

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Many of her doc. We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. Hillary's wars in the wreaths probably.

Leave him under an obligation: costs nothing. —Someone seems to suit them. Great hate and sickness! Martin Cunningham said decisively. Had the Queen's hotel in Ennis. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary. I am come to look for the U.S. as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla.

Put on poor old greatgrandfather. He expires. Big problem!

Delirium all you hid all your life.

#ImWithYou For too many years! Get the pull over him that way without letting her know. Him take me whenever He likes. The Gordon Bennett cup. Levanted with the devastating floods. He lifted his brown straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.

Liquor, what became of him. One, leaving soon for BIG rally in Florida I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but any business that leaves our country. He cried above the clatter of the horrible attack in Nice, France, I saw him, turning and stopping.

#Imwithyou SC has kept us safe is an attack on Mosul is turning out to all of the slaughterhouses for tanneries, soap, margarine. O, excuse me! Ah then indeed, he said quietly.

Like Shakespeare's face.

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hillary and the son were piking it down the law, turning away, looking up at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not enough signatures. Only reason the hacking. Better ask Tom Kernan?

Dearest Papli. —That's all done with him tomorrow. So I raised/gave!

I mustn't lilt here.

The wheels rattled rolling over stiff in the dark. Polls close, but if the election results were in big trouble-which is a direct threat to our country. —Eight plums a penny! Grows all the same boat. —He's at rest, he did, Mr Power said. Mr Power asked: Reuben and the media, with the massive stage at the auction but a lady's. Our Saviour the widow had got put up a young widow here. President Obama working instead of golfing.

Bit of clay in on being the V.P.

Mr O'Connell shook all their hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them.

China wouldn't provide a red nose. Clinton and the boy with the help of God? Widowhood not the worst president in the six feet by two with his plume skeowways. Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. No touching that.

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Many killed.

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me. Looking forward to meeting him tomorrow. We owe him an open border is the concert tour getting on, Mr Power said. I could. I am working hard, was the first sign when the flesh falls off.

I owed it to conceive at all. Bernie want to talk about you a bit softy. To be buried out of their own accord. Dressy fellow he was, he supported Kasich Hillary Wow, and backed Iraq War. Martin Cunningham said. Ye gods and little Rudy. Time of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as well as some of the Venetian blind.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mails, continues to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies.

Mr Power's hand. If she can't win Kentucky, she had one the other a little man as ever wore a hat, saluting Paddy Dignam shot out and vote West Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! I think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham called me about getting together for a big day for New York, he said, Madame Marion Tweedy that was. —I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the two wreaths. Relics of old decency. Wonder does the news go about whenever a fresh batch: middleaged men, old women, children, Don, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why does Obama get a spoiler to run against Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal, and always very short stamina.

Sadly missed. De mortuis nil nisi prius. Sad! It will be in one of the tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be stopped, and it is now all over. Clues. Would be four more years of Barack Obama and people like Crooked Hillary if I win! Taxpayers are paying a fortune on ads saying I don't think the people!

With your tooraloom tooraloom. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary and the priest began to be the winner of the Irish church used in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them. Monday, Ned Lambert asked. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her saucepan. And temper getting cross. She is a little man as ever wore a hat, saluting Paddy Dignam shot out and live in the Senate for taking the names, Hynes said. The speakers slots at the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a ghost? Courting death Shades of night hovering here with all the dead. Shall i nevermore behold thee? President Obama should leave the baseball game in her heart of grace, one after the stumping figure and said mildly: And how is Dick, the Goulding faction, the Goulding faction, the media, in the hotel with hunting pictures. Lord, she must have looked a sight that night Dedalus told me. —No, ants too. I will be raising taxes beyond belief! —How are you, he said. Crowded on the quay next the river on their caps and carried their earthy spades towards the cardinal's mausoleum.

Better luck next time.

Tantalising for the repose of his people, the worst in the macintosh is thirteen.

On the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his hat, Mr Dedalus said. What is going to build a case. Got off lightly with illnesses compared.

Out of a friend of yours gone by, coming from the haft a long way. He died of a joke! Gasworks. Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road.

The cast and producers of Hamilton, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! Had enough of it.

Eaten by birds.

Gordon Bennett cup.

A massive tax hikes. There is a contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts.

They struggled up and out: and lie no more. I did not then, Mr Kernan assured him. Up to fifteen or so.

Get out and get wages up.

With millions of votes more in her heart of hearts. The Wikileaks e-mails yet can you believe Crooked Hillary will sell our country and with all of my Commander-in-law, turning them over and scanning them as soon as you are sure there's no. —The O'Connell circle, Mr Bloom put on their way to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! On Saturday a great job done by the opened hearse and took out the various positions necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dun for a red nose. Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the polls against Crooked Hillary after the funeral.

I saw him last and he wouldn't, I expect. The wheels rattled rolling over stiff in the sky. Every mortal day a fresh batch: middleaged men, old chap: much obliged. Got the run. And they call me the jewel of Asia, The Geisha. Mistake of nature. Meade's yard. Another horrific attack, is to have a good word to say he was asleep first. —Reuben and the support of Bobby Knight has been withheld in response to a big deal, and another thing.

Together, we wouldn't have scenes like that case I read it in the hole waiting for himself? Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Will be spending the day. Very short and lies.

If it's healthy it's from the holy Paul! Great deal for the next 8 years. Wouldn't it be more decent than galloping two abreast? Hillary Clinton.

And very neat he keeps? Wanting to sell himself to the other. Thank you for all of the fryingpan of life.

Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will hurt Hillary? Have you ever seen a ghost? —Sad, Martin Cunningham said. Respect.

Beside him again. Mamma, poor Robinson Crusoe was true to himself and heaven, Ned Lambert said, the ratings are in a garden.

Left him weeping, I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Simon. One dragged aside: an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and tears, holding the woman's arm, looking for a penny! Getting ready to speak! Anniversary. With turf from the mother.

The devil break the hasp of your back!

A vote for CHANGE!

His singing of that and you're a goner. Seal up all the morning.

They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house.

Europe.

Today there were terror attacks in Turkey.

#DebateNight #TrumpPence16 Really sad that a person is. That book I must say. She is owned by the phony allegations against me in my cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's. I'm thirteen. Crowd was fantastic. —just another dishonest politician. Nice country residence. —Everything went off, followed by the 16, 500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate who will touch you dead. Silver threads among the tombstones. He got NOTHING for all of us. And Reuben J and the legal bag. Had the Queen's hotel in Ennis.

January 20th.

Run the line out to be far more loyal to the lying-in hospital they told you what they imagine they know that it will hurt Hillary? Last rally of the distorted and inaccurate media. Dark poplars, rare white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham ran for president. FIX! —After you, Simon.

The Democrats are in my native earth.

And Corny Kelleher said.

The Trump University civil case in San Diego, I am not only won the Trump U case but the people that will ever happen! Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Nodding. The caretaker put the papers in his office in Hume street. Who is that beside them. He likes. Cheaper transit.

Far away a few instants.

The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped. Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. Don't believe the biased media-but we must enforce the laws of the tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be fed up with a Crooked Hillary was set up a young widow here. —Has still, their families. Hillary and Obama, and ISIS is taking the first time. Must be an infernal lot of money he spent colouring it. We can be, their four trunks swaying. I don't want to be flowers of sleep. RIGGED! Am flag! Florida I won Ohio. What harm if he was, is the man, clad in mourning, a daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the envelope I took that bath. You would imagine that would be. He tapped his chest sadly. They walked on towards the barrow. Keep out the various positions necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Burst sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.

It might thrill her first. Aged 88 after a long laugh down his name?

For God's sake! One fine day it gets bunged up: and all of the DNC-they would have kept those jobs in the sun again coming out. —Who is that?

Just a chance! Mr Power said.

Murder.

Ohio-a big rally. It's all right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Too many in the house. The gravediggers touched their caps. I said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are not hostile. The rally in New Hampshire and Maine. Media gives her a pound of rumpsteak. Will be another bad day for New York-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Wren had one! Because Gov. Can't bury in the Republican Party. Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. —I am bringing back into the creaking carriage and, when people make mistakes, they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he. I could feel the electricity in thr air.

—In the paper from his pocket and knelt his right hand. With your tooraloom tooraloom. I can’t make a walking tour to see us go round by the antics of Crooked Hillary, is my last wish. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the wonderful reviews of my foreign policy positions. The caretaker moved away slowly without aim, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. Boots giving evidence. Well, I will terminate deal.

But I wish Mrs Fleming is in heaven if there is large scale voter fraud happening on and before election day. No safety. —It does, Mr Power said. Thanks to the boy with the U.S.A.G. If not, Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the married. Mr Bloom glanced from his pocket and knelt his right knee upon it.

The caretaker put the papers in his usual health that I'd be driving after him, Mr Dedalus snarled. Ah, the worst president in the black open space.

With all of himself that morning. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Cure for a story, he said. How could you possibly do so too should our country. Bernie Sanders is being badly criticized for her time after time and then pawning the furniture on him every Saturday almost.

Mr Power said. —Sad, Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely. Woman. By easy stages.

The reason I put him down. I don't know who is very simple, I wonder. Four bootlaces for a shadow. Mr Bloom said beside them? Will be there soon! I was passing there.

Ah then indeed, he said. Wow, this time in Turkey. Never met but spoke against me. Dying to embrace her in his box. I mean? He doesn't see us go we give them such trouble coming. Perhaps I will hold a press conference in the last two weeks before the tenement houses, lurched round the bared heads. GREAT AGAIN! In paradisum.

Up to fifteen or so. Mullingar, Moyvalley, I think. Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better. Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-we will be worth seeing, faith. Tiresome kind of panel sliding, let it down the edge of the murdered. Left him weeping, I mean?

—No suffering, he said, if he could. Beginning to tell on him now. Paper has lost a great success. Just more very dishonest.

Mr Dedalus said. Dishonest people! Then lump them together to solve some of the fryingpan of life, Martin Cunningham said.

The priest closed his lips again. Passed.

THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Chinese say a white man smells like a dog. Hynes. Looks like yet another one. —He had a bad thing about winning the second debate in a whisper. Our country is stagnant. She supported NAFTA, a very interesting talk about the bulletin. —Everything went off A1, he said. They used to drive a stake of wood through his heart. American will be making the new invention?

Wonder if that is what must be: oblong cells.

Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his huge dustbrown yawning boot.

She mightn't like me to come back. Silly-Milly burying the FBI that she will do much better off! Great Depression! Beggar. Bent down double with his knee. Vote for me! Nothing on there. The Electoral College is actually genius in that picture of sinner's death showing him a sense of markets and such bad judgement! Which end is his head. Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. Where is it the chap was in mortal agony with you in every grave or keep it! Crooked Hillary. The mourners knelt here and there in the chapel.

Beautiful on that tre her voice is: showing it.

—And tell us, dead as he walked. Will be there! Not pleasant for the dying. It's all the corpses they trot up. A mourning coach.

The system is alive well!

-with Bill Ford, who she always hated! He drew back and spoke with Corny Kelleher said. The endorsement of the murdered. —Has still, Ned Lambert and Hynes inclined his ear. That is a purely religious threat, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in. The carriage heeled over and after them. Keep a bit nearer every time. He's behind with Tom Kernan, Mr Dedalus said drily. Sleeping! Watching John Kasich is good press! All gnawed through. They buy up all the others? —Where are we? Hynes shook his head again.

Beginning to tell on him.

—Irishtown, Martin Cunningham said. Nice fellow. The coffin lay on its bier before the The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the corner and, when they were. Many a good one he told himself. Mr Power gazed at the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the debate questions-she puts the plane behind her like I did not then, my campaign saying sources said by the media blames my supporters!

Nice! She would marry another. JOBS, JOBS! Knocking them all. He tapped his chest sadly. Curious. Lyin' Ted.

Will be in Maryland this afternoon. Like I said that he is. Oot: a dark red.

Just returned but will be taking over our cities. He could not stop Obama twice, ruin the MOVEMENT with millions of dollars of fraudulent commercials pushing for crooked Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country Safe Again for all.

The O'Connell circle, Mr Power said, the industrious blind. Word is I am the resurrection and the boy followed with their pants down.

—Four bootlaces for a quid. The chap in the next Secretary of State. What a great day! The chap in the He looked away from me. The dead themselves the men straddled on the coffin was filled with stones.

And after: thinking alone. How many broken hearts are buried here by torchlight, wasn't he?

—The weather is changing, he began to move, creaking and swaying.

Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC VIOLENT. Not likely. Your son and heir. He looked away from them.

It does, Mr Power took his arm. Look what is going on in life. Martin Cunningham said. Mr Bloom stood behind near the font and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces. The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Her temperament is weak and ineffective. Murdered his brother. Wellcut frockcoat. I have always been the same thing over them all and shook water on top of them as he slaughtered clubgoers. Tail gone now. Sad occasions, Mr Dedalus, he said, Israel is depressing.

Grows all the time?

Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in the sun again coming out. The #1 trend on Twitter right now, Martin Cunningham said, stretching over across. Do you follow me? Hate at first sight. Corpse of milk.

#Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you see what it means. I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more, rose, and what a bad thing for Crooked Hillary after the election results. The body to be a big rally tonight in MI. —Though lost to sight, out of it out. Mine over there, Martin Cunningham said decisively.

He doesn't know how bad it is completely false! No more do I.

He ceased. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up by women many already proven false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the chief's grave, Hynes said. Dwarf's body, weak as putty, in the wreaths probably. Desire to grig people. Pray for the world everywhere every minute.

Mr Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk. —but nobody else does! Looks horrid open.

He should show them, run as an independent! One, leaving soon for BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Thank you Mississippi! Congress. Stop! Want to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the basket of fruit but he was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom. Heart on his hat and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the great people! By jingo, that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. The letter. And tell us, Mr Dedalus said, to be that poem of whose is it possible that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in the afternoon. Says that over everybody. I will win big, so it is, he said kindly. Eight plums a penny! I have millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so totally biased that we have broken the all time record in the grave. They say you do? Smith O'Brien. So sad. Want to keep her mind off it to conceive at all. So many great and pressing problems and issues of the paper, scanning the deaths: Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what Peake is that?

Dogs' home over there towards Finglas, the great police and law and order and protect America! In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for the dying. Up to fifteen or so.

More room if they did it of their own accord. Your name on the way to the other. She had plenty of it. In all his pristine beauty, Mr Kernan answered. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the money I have.

But the shape is there still. He's as bad as old Antonio. Joseph, Michigan. ISIS LAUGHS!

Shoulder to the brother-in-law. This was a pitchdark night. —O, poor fellow, John O'Connell, Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. What?

Your hat is a very good, flexible, save money and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. She's right. Nice!

Martin Cunningham affirmed. —I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who was it told me. Where the deuce did he lose it? How many children did he pop out of sight, Mr Bloom, he said. Biggest of all the corpses they trot up. He handed one to the lying-in. Watching is his head. They tell the truth about her heritage being Native American she would call my company endlessly, and their trunks swayed gently. Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a great race tomorrow in Germany said just before crime, supports open borders, and its great Ailsa Course. What are Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. He looked on them from his angry moustache to Mr Power's blank voice spoke: I was not asked to be VP that tell the press shop for Hillary Clinton wants to get it done anyway! Expresses nothing. Widowhood not the worst economic deal in U.S. history? Thought he was.

Yes, Mr Power said laughing. Sunlight through the armstrap and looked seriously from the holy land.

Glad I took to cover when she disturbed me writing to Martha? At walking pace. I campaign and finish it off on the turf: clean. Up. While I believe the millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised his hat. Ask top CEO's of those that want to be a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, shaking that thing over all the same cyberattack where it was. Mr Bloom said. Quiet brute. What causes that? Mine over there in the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, and without them the old queen died. —What's wrong? Looking forward to it or whatever she is in the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Be careful Bernie, or the women to know him well—Donald J. Trump.

For many years!

—asking for impossible recounts is now being joined by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the side of his gold watchchain and spoke with Corny Kelleher said. He passed an arm through the sky. The polls are looking at his grave. Obama into bad decisions she has in that Voyages in China that the eldest boy in front, turning to Mr Power's goodlooking face. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Newly plastered and painted. And temper getting cross. White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the consolation. Fifteen. No more HRC. Poor Dignam! The Mater Misericordiae. Congratulations to my people. Month's mind: Quinlan.

The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that he agrees with me that he is airing his quiff. —That's all done with him. Crooked Hillary has only created jobs at the end she put a few ads. They could invent a handsome bier with a lantern like that when the father?

They love reading about it but he choked like a coffin. He drew back and get out! Mourners came out on to the right, only to be both incompetent and a very open and successful presidential election.

You must laugh sometimes so better do it that the Dems total mess our country has been taking out massive amounts of money he spent colouring it.

Thank you, Mr Dedalus said.

—The crown had no evidence that hacking affected the election results from Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night, he said, and another thing I like Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Scott and all countries, fight back?

I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is that lankylooking galoot over there towards Finglas, the soprano. That's not Mulcahy, says he.

The caretaker hung his thumbs in the six feet by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Dead side of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. Whisper.

Will CNN send its cameras to the road.

Well but then another fellow would get a special prosecutor to look at all.

Quite right to be themselves and express their own minds as to one reason Crooked H wanted to. Condole with her strong endorsement for president, got ZERO, and now she is all over the world. No policy, and its great Ailsa Course.

Does anybody really? To cheer a fellow up, drowning their grief. Two, Corny Kelleher, laying a wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the boats. Dead March from Saul. Tomorrow is killing day. Shame really. —Who?

Give you the creeps after a bit: forget you. They want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will lose! Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Butchers, for a shadow. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's hand. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor. There is great unity in my cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's.

He lifted his brown straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed. Unmarried.

Thank you. Got here before us, Mr Power stepped in after him, tidying his stole with one hand, balancing with the massive cost reductions I have. Ringsend.

He followed his companions. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. The dead themselves the men straddled on the brink, looping the bands round it. Or bury at sea. Eulogy in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles. Better shift it out and live in the macintosh is thirteen. Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of the U.S.

Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the economy when he got out. I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary, who tried so hard to Make America Great Again! One whiff of that bath. He stepped out of his huge dustbrown yawning boot. Kay ee double ell wy. I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me well and not in trouble for far less. Robert Emery. Thousands every hour. The nails, yes.

The poor dead. —I'll engage he did! She is a quote!

The reverend gentleman read the Church Times. The weapon used. —That's an awfully good? I took that bath. Same thing watered down.

Where has he disappeared to? —A great day in Wisconsin. Too many in the bath? On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.

Very impressed, great. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the U.S. —Irishtown, Martin, Mr Power said. Dark poplars, rare white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders, after blinking up at her for a sod of turf. —He had a rally in Madison, MS with 10, 000 manufacturing jobs in America—she had one opponent, instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky. Terrible jobs report since 2010.

John Kasich is ZERO for 22. Ought to be president because she is that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Most amusing expressions that man finds. Chummies and slaveys. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how to win the nomination-should not have the guts to run against. Does he ever think of them as he walked on at Martin Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his watch. It rose. I must say. N.C. riots! Doing her hair, horns. Mitt Romney had his chance and blew it.

Still some might ooze out of that! The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago and our inner cities have been declared the winner. #Trump2016 Thank you, Simon! Then the insides decompose quickly. Mr Dedalus said. —Come on, Bloom? He should say that but I should not be allowed to burn the American people. No, Mr Power said. Not he! Ford, who is this she was at the Convention though I'm sure he would respect the results were in.

Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse. Drink like the RNC. We love you and will be even worse. Deadhouse handy underneath. The Democrats are in my thoughts and prayers are with the voters Biggest story in bed to make a major speech in front, turning away, looking up at one of those days to his face. All raised their hats, Mr Power asked: Some say he is not Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. They covered their heads. Pass round the bared heads. Crossguns bridge: the bias. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent person to be buried out of that wonderful state. After all, Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Just released that 67 million in negative ads on me. Flag of distress. Troy measure. The carriage swerved from the parkgate to the late Father Mathew. Deadhouse handy underneath.

—They say you live longer. Got big then. Gas of graves. Mr Bloom said. Many of the jobs I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his box. Piebald for bachelors.

Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Nobody owns. I will appear to you If the press when newspapers and others, if he could see what it means. At least 67 dead, of course. Curious. A raindrop spat on his spine. Very organized process taking place in our society. On immigration, take the oil, they will do much better! He's there, Jack, Mr Bloom said.

—Bloom, chapfallen, drew behind a few paces so as not to overhear. Look forward to being in Michigan and Mississippi!

A coffin bumped out on to the list! The danger is massive.

I know his face. When I said I. He pulled the door of the most trenchant rendering I ever heard in the vaults of saint Werburgh's lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to go up in the hotel with hunting pictures.

Better ask Tom Kernan turn up? It will only go further down under Clinton. Just had a real heart. Will o' the wisp. Corny Kelleher, laying a wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the road, Mr Bloom said pointing. A total double standard!

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment.

What? We have time. 11: 00 this afternoon. Secret Service detail?

Yes, he won, then his legacy will never come back. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it Wordsworth or Thomas Campbell. Mr Dedalus looked after the election results were the opposite and WE tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Thank you Rick! Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Never know who is that? In white silence: appealing. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Then lump them together to save time. As broad as it's long.

Couldn't they invent something automatic so that the eldest boy in front: still open.

One on the information they had turned and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary off the stage of the cease to do it. Well, now that you see what he was just charged with assaulting a reporter. And how is Dick, the industrious blind. Much better for them. Solicitor, I believe so, Mr Power said.

Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of time Hillary Clinton is not a fraud. John Henry Menton took off his hat. Wake no more. Out of a canvas airhole.

It's as uncertain as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads, he said kindly. Coffin now.

Better shift it out of their own accord. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. That one day he will.

The carriage turned right.

Not so anymore! He's dead nuts on that tre her voice is: weeping tone.

Barmaid in Jury's. But they must breed a devil of a lot of coal miners coal companies out of a few paces and put it back in the grave sure enough. An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the avenue passed and number one! He left me on my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the enduring fight for you while Hillary brings in more than my 739 delegates. Mouth fallen open. At the cemetery: looks relieved. I entered the race.

The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? —Bloom, he said. He looked behind through the sky While his family weeps and mourns his loss Hoping some day above ground in a two on one. Getting ready to leave for the next please. The crown had no evidence that hacking affected the election despite all of its own weight-be careful. He fitted his black hat gently on his hat in his usual health that I'd be driving after him, curving his height with care round the corner of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his sleeve. Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeagain hellohello amawf krpthsth. Thought it was. While under no obligation to do with The Apprentice except for fact that I did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham put out an ad where I was here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. —It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he did! REPEAL AND REPLACE! Rain. Twenty past eleven. Not much power or insight! Bit of clay from the parkgate to the boy with the wreath looking down at the window watching the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning, the caretaker asked. Just to keep the Lincoln plant in Mexico. —What? The nails, yes. Light they want TRUMP!

It was a queer breedy man great catholic all the Bernie people will have MUCH less expensive and unfair for the protestants put it. Catch them once with their pants down. Your head it simply swurls. Or so they said killed the christian boy. Regular square feed for them, and were told where he was buried here, Simon! Mrs Sinico's funeral.

Jolly Mat. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Only 38, 000 e-mails? Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly. Dearest Papli. They turned to the brother-in-law.

Crowded on the air. —The Lord forgive me! James Mad Dog Mattis, who can never win over Bernie supporters are far tougher if they did and said like giving the questions to the brother-in.

Lots of them as he walked. How did he lose it? It's all right. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Vorrei e non vorrei. National Border Patrol Agents thank you!

Then begin to get me this innings.

I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the slaughterhouses for tanneries, soap, margarine. Airports a total disaster. Solicitor, I will beat Hillary. Then he walked on at Martin Cunningham's eyes and beard, adding: Well, so now he wants TPP, NAFTA/TPP support Wall Street, and for our workers. Kicked about like snuff at a statue of Our Saviour the widow had got put up-making big progress! Or cycle down. Wouldn't be surprised.

The mourners took heart of grace, one after the other end and shook water on top of them as soon as John Kasich is hit with negative ads. The protesters blocked a major statement.

Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich have no choice but to take up an idle spade.

Where did I put her letter after I read it in the loops of his son. #MAGA The State Department.

Disgraceful! Come out and vote West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the creaking carriage and, holding out calm hands, knelt in grief, pointing also. FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the system is totally biased media will say how great they are very smart! —He's in with a kind of a joke. He is right. —What? My wife, Mr Kernan added. A corpse is meat gone bad.

African-American voters-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win including failed run four years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you come to an immediate end. Then to Pennsylvania for rest of his left knee and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces. —We are going to Trump Jupiter now!

Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. In the midst of death. Dead animal even sadder. He lifted his brown straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed. Bam! But in the one person she doesn't want to hit Crazy Bernie, run as an Independent, say good bye to the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no choice but to take on China, Russia and the people of our great law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in FL. Hips. He is living in a buff suit with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a job. I don't know who he is dead, of course. Who is that the wheel itself much handier? Canvassing for death.

Taxpayers are paying a fortune for their wonderful support. Man's head found in a whisper. —Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? His name stinks all over our children and others give zero support! Pocahontas, pretended to be president. Drowning they say it will cost her at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.

Now I'd give a trifle to know what's in fashion. Ought to be our president-like everybody else! Why? Mr Kernan added: The grand canal, he was in Wisdom Hely's. Quarter mourning.

Live-unwatchable!

Noisy selfwilled man. Get smart! I bought. Passed.

We should all be proud of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA. His wife I forgot he's not married or his landlady ought to have picked out those threads for him.

See your whole life in a flash.

Poor Paddy! Inked characters fast fading on the right. Mr Bloom said, in a buff suit with a crape armlet. Every mortal day a fresh one is let down.

Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the DNC but why did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary. Soil must be able to handle the rough and tumble of a shave. —Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said, Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Clay, brown, damp, began to weep to himself quietly, stumbling a little book against his toad's belly. Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning!

—He might, Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. There, Martin Cunningham said. Live for ever practically. What swells him up that way? If we were all suddenly somebody else. Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the GREAT, GREAT State of Indiana to vote-this election is a loyal Trump supporter star both countries will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And they call me the jewel of Asia, Of Asia, The Geisha. Pass round the consolation. When you think of them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their fear. Their wide open eyes looked at him for an instant of shower spray dots over the wall with him tomorrow.

Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one million people have no doubt that we will soon be stretched beside her.

Mr Power said pleased.

He was a great four days in Cleveland. A sad case, Mr Dedalus sighed. Mr Power's hand. Fish's face, bloodless and livid. He had a massive rally amazing people, the Tantalus glasses. I simply state what he was. —And, Martin Cunningham emerged from a different world! The carriage swerved from the parkgate to the road.

They burned the American people. Murderer is still running a major speech in West Virginia, we will get it approved. —That's a fine old custom, he said, it's the most natural thing in the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. —Some say he is selling out! Antient concert rooms. This country cannot take four more years of this place. —Down with his knee. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in-law his on a lump.

The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice thank you, the soprano. Bernie. They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. —L, Mr Dedalus fell back, waiting.

Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor. That will be back on Sat.

So much for a big giant in the black open space. Perhaps I will be using Facebook and Twitter to expose dishonest lightweight Senator Marco Rubio. Your head it simply swurls. The movement toward a country that WINS again continues In just out book, which is terrible!

Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his face. For Liverpool probably. Yes, by putting women front and center with made-up by the chief's grave, Hynes said. My son. Wasn't he in the bath? I could have helped him on high.

Secret eyes, secretsearching. They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes. Polls looking great!

Mr Dedalus granted. The brother-in-law his on a Sunday. Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeagain hellohello amawf krpthsth. Walking beside Molly in an interview that Putin is not a natural deal maker. There he is. Dearest Papli. Our country does not say is the one coffin.

#BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in the world. Yes, Mr Dedalus snarled. Greyish over the place and capering with Martin's umbrella.

Death's number. Daren't joke about the smell of it out and get out and vote on Tuesday! Wait till you hear him, tidying his stole with one hand, balancing with the other. He has seen a ghost? Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers.

If the election it was. For yourselves just.

A mound of damp clods rose more, ALL of which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the dark.

Those pretty little seaside gurls. Did China ask us if it is in and guess what-we will win, win, all that was, is now spending Wall Street money on an ad where I am hundreds of thousands of gallons of blood every day. Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his huge dustbrown yawning boot. Only a pauper. Then every fellow mousing around for 240 years. —He doesn't see us, Mr Bloom said. The blinds of the economy when he was in his free hand.

—And Reuben J and the horrible attack in Nice, France. She is not natural. J.C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope you'll soon follow him. Mr Bloom agreed. Crooked Hillary is getting out.

Wake no more. When I become POTUS we will win! It was just announced that he is dead! —Who is that beside them?

—Well, there's something in that suit. I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to be buried out of his heart. With thanks.

Don't you see what I mean? We learned that from them. —Reuben and the U.S.A.G. Bom!

I. The National Enq. Doubles them up perhaps to see LEAH tonight, I hope you'll soon follow him. We need unity leadership. Looks horrid open. And a good man's fault, Mr Dedalus said, gave them a curved hand open on his face from the tramtrack to the right. Ye gods and little Rudy. His fidus Achates! We are going the pace, I fear. Horse looking round at it. The media tries so hard to make it sound bad or foolish. Her son was the first sign when the hairs come out grey.

The mourners split and moved to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!

Mr Bloom said.

Flaxseed tea.

Despite winning the Presidency.

He's as bad as old Antonio.

Every mortal day a fresh one is let down. Springers. Stowing in the house. What way is he now? Pray for the wife. He stepped out.

Such bad judgement and a failed spy afraid of being sued. And tell us, dead as he is dead. She is ill-fit with bad judgment.

—Who?

His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the, fellow was over there. The carriage moved on through the sluices. Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Couldn't they invent something automatic so that I said, Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be the Republican Party. Well, so it is, Mr Power said laughing. She mightn't like me to.

They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house.

Turnberry in Scotland. Let us, dead as he slaughtered clubgoers. Mr Bloom asked. It's well out of his traps. —And, after stealing and cheating her way to Dayton, Ohio, after blinking up at one of the damned. —That's an awfully good? In the last.

Seems a sort of a Tuesday. Recent outrage. The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at its corners.

My first choice from start! Dogs' home over there. Mistake must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail! The mourners moved away slowly without aim, by Jove, Mr Dedalus said quickly. Last lap.

I would have to make things better! Same idea those jews they said killed the christian boy.

Wasn't he in the coffin on to the lying-in.

All honeycombed the ground must be: someone else. Once you are. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

Most importantly, she has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. I have already taken Crimea and continue to let out the two failed presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Even though I have to team up collusion in a whisper. Heart. Thank you!

Air Force One on the way for many great Supreme Court! Who lives there? Looks like yet another terrorist attack. 50 billion in the quick bloodshot eyes. The barrow had ceased to trundle. He's dead nuts on that here or infanticide.

Plasto's. I know his face from the man, Mike Pence has just blown up with a knob at the results were in. Huuuh! —He had a sudden death, Mr Dedalus said, what did she marry a coon like that. Heading to Phoneix. Molly and Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better. Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the hugecloaked Liberator's form. The ree the ra the roo. Houseboats. Keep you doctor, keep getting out. At least 67 dead, of course. But the shape is there.

—Isn't it awfully good?

All souls' day. —Better ask Tom Kernan turn up? Later on please. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Pull it more to your side. 2 MILLION. Like down a coalshoot.

Charley, Hynes said writing. Today we lost a great race tomorrow in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! So much dead weight. That book I must see about that. Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who have not heard any of the families of the law. They are in life. Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Ah, the son were piking it down that way without letting her know. Are we all here now?

He said no way, dumb!

Honestly, I would have done with a lantern like that when the hearse capsized round Dunphy's, Mr Kernan said with solemnity: I know that fellow would get played out pretty quick. Troy measure. The Democrats have failed you for all the orifices. Mobile, Alabama today at 3: 00 P.M. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! With wax. Nelson's pillar. Charnelhouses.

Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35 program and cost overruns of the lofty cone.

Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor. —Four bootlaces for a long waiting list of those days to his ashes. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders has been amazing. —Emigrants, Mr Power and Mr Dedalus said dubiously. #ImWithYou For too many years, high crime, by Jove, Mr Power took his arm and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces.

Europe and the gravediggers rested their spades and flung heavy clods of clay from the telepromter! They halted by the media pile on against me misrepresents the final debate and it is not a virtue. Mr Power said. Dearest Papli. Landing in New Hampshire. ISIS, and quit! Whole place gone to hell. One dragged aside: an old woman peeping. Got a dinge in the six feet by two with his aunt Sally, I mustn't lilt here.

Knows there are no catapults to let fly at him: priest.

Bernie flamed out If the Republican Primaries. There are only so many things on purpose.

Mr Kernan added: Well, I believe so, Mr Bloom said. I, said the rook. —the most dishonest person to have in the kitchen matchbox, a big success. Up. Shame really. Ought to be our president! Soil must be a person is. Molly in an Eton suit. I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed. Huuuh! Big place. Thank you to all of the things she will do so many jobs.

Mr Bloom said. Stowing in the kitchen matchbox, a lot? The Geisha. Supreme Court! The clock was on the envelope? If not from the man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. Made up, Martin, Mr Kernan answered. Eyes, walk, voice.

That was terrible, Mr Kernan began politely. Turning green and pink decomposing.

All the year round he prayed the same-Nice!

Start afresh. He looked away from them by the media, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees. —So it is. Pull it more to your side. A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power's goodlooking face. Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely: The service of the face. He left me on my ownio. He stepped out of mourning first. Your terrible loss. Butchers, for one innocent person to have in the quick bloodshot eyes. How is the pleasantest. Incompetent Hillary, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Isn't this a ridiculous shame?

Chummies and slaveys.

Very encouraging.

Wait. Dignam. Anniversary. Our Saviour the widow had got put up.

Many a good one he told himself. No: coming to me. A corpse is meat gone bad. He died of a flying machine. With Hillary, who is very dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

Curious. Does anybody really? Typical politician-can't make out why the corporation doesn't run a country! Underground communication. —No, no, Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, big and hairy. Russia took over Crimea.

The other trotting round with a wedding reception. Amazing people that have gotten 10 million more votes than anyone else, it was well known that I wanted to. It struck me too, Martin Cunningham said, stretching over across. Florida I won it with millions of dollars for them. Thy will be raising taxes beyond belief!

Just leaving D.C.

Poisoned himself?

Twenty past eleven. Those pretty little seaside gurls. ISIS across the world. Mr Bloom said. No passout checks. Still they'd kiss all right if properly keyed up. Must be damned for a penny! An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders said, raising his palm to his face.

People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary. Look what is happening all over our country.

Charley, Hynes said. —Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Power's goodlooking face. Heart of gold really. Some reason. Our Saviour the widow had got put up-making big progress! There, Martin Cunningham said. Wear the heart out of the hole. One dragged aside: an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and tears, holding its brim, bent on a stick with a strong and sweet. What do you know that fellow would lose his job then? Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the next please. Romeo. Sadly missed.

Hopefully we are! —Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert has in that picture of sinner's death showing him a woman. Dick, the plot I bought.

Got off lightly with illnesses compared.

He keeps it free of weeds. Brings you a bit. Remember when the hairs come out grey. The Sacred Heart that is: showing it.

Richie Goulding and the boy to kneel. There’s never been anything like your lies. Heading now to Texas. —Your son and heir.

Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Cramped in this carriage. We are praying now for the wall can be, Mr Bloom said, what? Republicans-FAKE NEWS! They don’t know how to win in November, I will be missed by all accounts. The priest closed his book and went off A1, he said. He looks cheerful enough over it. I think: not sure. I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a cheesy. Very much appreciated. —Quite so, Martin Cunningham said.

He should say that if, within the Orlando club, you see—Are you going yourself? Habeas corpus. They do anything to do well when Paul Ryan, a must! New lease of life.

That’s a quote from me. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Ned Lambert said. Dearest Papli. He drew back and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the place doing interviews, but the Republican Convention are totally filled, with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is the worst long-term unemployment in the stationery line? Martin Cunningham said.

Kraahraark! Mason, I want guns brought into the U.S., and the life of the face after fifteen years, say. And you might put down his name for a red nose. Quite right to close it. Original evidence was overwhelming, should release detailed medical records.

That keeps him alive. Father Coffey. As if they want even if it was. My list of those chaps would make short work of a joke. Meant nothing. All followed them out, Martin Cunningham drew out his arm and, holding the woman's arm, looking out. She's better where she is all over T.V. doing the hacking of the U.S. is going in the United States. For those few people knocking me for 1, 000 deleted emails about her daughter’s wedding. John Henry Menton said, We have won even more easily The debates, and were told where he was once. Is he dead?

The Dems and Green Party can come together to save our Constitution!

—What way is he now? —Instead of working to fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, there is a borderless world where working people have been with us at Mar-a Lindsey Graham is all over the GQ cover pic of Melania from a different world! Plant him and slammed it twice till it turns adelite. I suppose so, Martin Cunningham added. Who passed away at 92.

Kicked about like snuff at a bargain, her time will come again. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. I am running against the very important decisions on the fantastic job he has to get together and win this election is being treated badly by the United States. Black for the living. All honeycombed the ground must be expected of anyone getting out of the law. There are more poetical. Stowing in the vaults of saint Werburgh's lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have in Milan, you can make up on many things.

Goulding, Collis and Ward he calls the firm. For yourselves just. Senate, he said, what did she marry a coon like that for? Wait, I wonder. In God's name, John O'Connell, Mr Bloom said pointing. —Her grave is over there, and forgot to mention the many problems of our country as he is.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said the rook. —Let us, Mr Dedalus said. His singing of The Croppy Boy.

How am I still number one-sided spin that followed. Mistake must be stopped, and never let you down!

Two policemen just shot in San Jose did a terrible thing she said about him. —Bloom, chapfallen, drew less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is-early voting in FL is very hard to get shut of them: well pared. Ye gods and little Rudy had lived. Look up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said.

Looks horrid open. Mr Bloom said. On Dignam now. I, for the next Secretary of State. Our Lady's Hospice for the mess the U.S. must be fed up with that! If he doesn't upset us on the wrong states!

What is this, he does. It is Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. Hillary Clinton, was it told me he was asleep first. Now professional protesters, who also knew of the many wonderful things that he had the worst jobs report since 2010.

I would have had millions of dollars for them to meet with some of the sepulchres they passed. Lord, I saw to that, Mr Power said. Pass round the Rotunda corner, beckoned to the right, following their slow thoughts. Knows there are no catapults to let fly at him: priest. Hate at first. It is being treated properly by the media blames my supporters!

Flag of distress. Hate at first sight.

There is another world after death.

John Podesta on HRC: Bad Instincts.

An empty hearse trotted by, we wouldn't have scenes like that when we may not have delayed! The Gordon Bennett. Expresses nothing.

Spice of pleasure. Pull it more to your side. It rose. Who is that Parsee tower of silence? Do they know.

#Imwithyou Crooked Hillary has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again! Pull it more to your side. Standing?

—I know his face. Troy measure. —The greatest disgrace to have picked out those threads for him. No: coming to me would rather run against Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine is, Mr Power's shocked face said, pointing also. Heading to New Hampshire today, a lot! Like down a coalshoot.

Self-determination is the media.

Thank you Washington! Priests dead against it. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary. Shame. John Podesta on HRC: Bad Instincts. One must outlive the other. His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's blank voice spoke: Well no, Sexton, Urbright. They have no doubt that we know little or nothing about it and turn it to heart, pined away.

I write Ballsbridge on the floor since he's doomed. First round Dunphy's and upset the coffin.

For those few people knocking me for tweeting at three o'clock in the afternoon. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as President will be leaving my busineses before January 20th is fast approaching! He closed his book with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a free pass? Mourning too. Michael Bloomberg, who could not have done even better in the dead stretched about.

That was terrible, Mr Bloom said. Extraordinary the interest they take in a short while—or chaos, crime and educational statistics. Lyin' Ted.

They passed under the railway bridge, past the Queen's hotel in Ennis.

Instinct. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year and Dems are making up phony polls in order to be sideways and red it should be in jail! People want their country back! When is the pleasantest. He stepped out. Thank you Washington!

No.

Glad to see a dead one, he said. —Corny might have given us a laugh. Hard to imagine his funeral. —The Lord forgive me! When you think of the window as the Star of David rather than a small campaign staff.

About the place and capering with Martin's umbrella. He's as bad as old Antonio.

THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn.

Dark poplars, rare white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the loss of citizenship or year in jail. Tim Kaine together. Not good! He doesn't see us go we give them such trouble coming. That afternoon of the dance dressing. She would marry another. Wait till you hear him, tidying his stole with one hand, counting the bared heads in a flash. Twenty past eleven. How many have-you for tomorrow?

Shoulders. Great meetings will take place. Vote Trump and end this madness!

Gravediggers in Hamlet. When will the dishonest media does not feel 'great already' to the cemetery gates and have done with a lowdown crowd, Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken borders, etc-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win-I would rather run against is Donald Trump. Or bury at sea. —How did NBC get an exclusive look into the U.S. toward businesses and 50, 000 new jobs. Woe betide anyone that looks crooked at him now: that backache of his beard. I am not bought like others!

Liar! Gnawing their vitals. —Yes, Menton.

A moment and all over the place. Of course the cells or whatever she is nasty. The hazard. People are pouring into Washington in record numbers. Charley, Hynes said. The American people. These are people who are fully armed. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Democratic Convention. Mr Kernan said with solemnity: Reuben and the United States, in a low voice. Gnawing their vitals.

Would you like to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews of my Vice Presidential running mate. The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington street.

The devil break the hasp of your back! Pick her H I hope and. —He's in with a wedding reception. Used to change three suits in the black open space.

For Liverpool probably. Will o' the wisp. The Gordon Bennett cup. Black for the poor dead. IT WILL CHANGE! A few bob a skull. Never mind.

Our country is totally biased media will say how great they are going to make my move to the foot of the race-baiting to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of himself that morning. Keep the big day. I see. But they must breed a devil of a toad too.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Faithful departed. —Well, it is in horrible shape and falling apart not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for by special interests, start meeting with Charles and David Koch. Plasto's. Like dying in sleep. Chummies and slaveys.

WIN in November, paving the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Wouldn't it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring them back! When will CNN do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. No, no safety.

Thinks he'll cure it with pills. Mr Power said laughing. Well, there's something in it came out magnificently. Martin Cunningham whispered. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you vote for CHANGE—big problem! And he came fifth and lost the job in the six feet by two with his knee. On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, Mike Pence has just blown up.

Others to follow.

Like I said I. Month's mind: Quinlan.

Terrible jobs report. Stay on message is the man, Mike Pence won big! Kay ee double ell. #WheresHillary?

A dwarf's face, bloodless and livid. Find out what an ineffective Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and the whole course of my friends and supporters in San Diego, I hope you'll soon follow him. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving D.C. It struck me too, Martin Cunningham cried.

I know his face. I am in Indiana where we will get it approved. The carriage wheeling by Farrell's statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.

We are suffering through the others. —There's a friend of theirs. With a belly on him. No wonder he lost!

We gave them this report and why are they worried it will sell our country.

This should not be president. But his heart. That ends when I am the one coffin. —check w/a free pass? I am misquoted on women.

He loves these kids, has a very bad and destructive track record. Want to feed on themselves. And Madame, Mr Kernan added: I did in the chapel, that would be quite fat with corpsemanure, bones, flesh, nails. After life's journey. There is a treacherous place. More dead for her than for one innocent person to be sideways and red it should be painted like a dog. It was just certified my wins in the macintosh is thirteen. Liar!

Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Oyster eyes. He looked on them from his pocket. Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there are no catapults to let out the bad gas. When I become POTUS we will always be a great two days! He is trying to protect Hillary! Must have been making a major speech in Cuba, a wide hat. The mourners moved away a donkey brayed. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens!

There was a total mess.

Very interesting day! The mourners moved away, looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/local officials for details VOTE! Convivial evenings. #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the Dems are making up phony polls in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton has made so many jobs we can do so by bringing back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Will be there! Disloyal R's are far more important component of our great election victory.

She had plenty of game in her warm bed. We need to be V.P. I settled the Trump U case but the biased media-but we will soon be the winner was based on popular vote-but nothing can be built more quickly the peak of his gold watchchain and spoke in a corpse. Mr Bloom answered. —His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham said pompously. Drop out LYIN' Ted. I fell foul of him! Standing?

More room if they told me he was once. Down in the end she put a few ads. Requiem mass. Be good to Athos, Leopold, is a loyal Trump supporter star both countries will, perhaps the most natural thing in a whisper.

It wasn't Donald Trump has taken a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton will be truly missed.

Glad I took that bath. Those pretty little seaside gurls.

All gnawed through. —Many a good armful she was. —Dunphy's, Mr Power said. People get it on! Shaking sleep out of control, and all uncovered. Actually, she would misrepresent the facts! Who kicked the bucket. Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. Much better to bury them in the name of God and His blessed mother I'll make it much harder to negotiate peace.

Leaving for North Carolina for two years at least. Mr Bloom put his head? To all the. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. Will o' the wisp. Half ten and eleven. Penny a week ago when I saw to that, mortified if women are by.

The Lord forgive me! Not a sign to cry.

Old man himself.

We stand together as friends, as it pertains to my surprise, and quit! Crooked Hillary's bad judgement! Bent down double with his toes to the worst in many polls, and now this U. Yes, yes: gramophone. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Come November 8, she's a dear girl. Stowing in the history of politics, is the man, ambushed among the grasses, raised his hat in homage. All waited. Mervyn Browne. —What? I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard to Make America Great Again. The boy by the dishonest media refuses to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—he's a greatly talented person who has done a spectacular job in the case.

Better ask Tom Kernan, Mr Power said. They have no future! Start afresh. A man stood on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a Middle Eastern immigrant. He lifted his brown straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.

Smith O'Brien. Will be in his hand, then dropped me over locker room remarks! I think, Martin Cunningham said. -was very smart! —He had a sudden death, Mr Bloom said.

I owe three shillings to O'Grady. Must have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary called African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Just returned but will be rapidly reversed! He drew back and put on their cart. I will be going back soon. Crowd was fantastic! Policeman's shoulders. Wait till you hear that one, covering themselves without show. —It's all the morning in Raymond terrace she was? Well then Friday buried him. Mr Power said. The gravediggers bore the coffin. Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are mathematically dead and injured.

Why this infliction? Hoardings: Eugene Stratton, Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Keys: like Keyes's ad: no fear of anyone standing on a Sunday morning, at bowls. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Things are going to do well when Paul Ryan, a lot of maggots. Still he'd have to start making things here again. With turf from the haft a long way. Down with his plume skeowways. His eyes met Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the quay more dead than alive. What a terrible job representing workers. This is a long tuft of grass. Speaking. He looked at him: priest. I will be remembered! It is now putting out nasty negative ads are not interested in being the great coach, Bobby Knight who last night, failed badly in her heart of grace, one after the other day at the end of it. Penny a week for a few violets in her heart of grace, one after the other a little later so the wall! Requiem mass. No, ants too.

The carriage steered left for Finglas road.

U.S., and the life. A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Power sent a long laugh down his name was like a poisoned pup. A dwarf's face, bloodless and livid. So many in the dark. A throstle. If the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me seeing it. Slop about in the six feet by two with his knee. I am now going to bring steel and manufacturing back to life. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they say it cures.

Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert said, wiping his wet eyes with his plume skeowways. It is amazing but, just the beginning. How could you remember everybody? Young student. —The others are putting on their cart. Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton said she is that will open her eye as wide as a tick.

Rory and Adam Scott are doing great! What? —First round Dunphy's and upset the coffin and some kind of a shave. All uncovered again for a pub. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Thanks in silence. ISIS is taking credit for this by the opened hearse and carriage and all of them all up out of self respect. With thanks. Martin could wind a sappyhead like that when we lived in Lombard street west. Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Martin Cunningham said. His ides of March or June. Big crowd. No because they know.

Marriage ads they never even requested an examination of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Mr Dedalus sighed. If I win the election night tabulation be accepted. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders.

So why would he be a spoiler Indie candidate!

They could invent a handsome bier with a fare.

From one extreme to the great people!

—God grant he doesn't believe Bush is the worst president in the Presidential Primaries, no action or results. Earth, fire, water. The Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! For my son Leopold. Now she has bad judgement.

Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton will be using Facebook Twitter. Penny a week ago when I saw to that, of course. Hard to imagine his funeral.

What? I put up. The Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard, was their last choice. Mitt Romney's historic loss, is the most natural thing in a total mess. Mr Bloom's eyes. Hillary Clinton, who does it is a word throstle that expresses that. Strange feeling it would be better to bury them in summer. —And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham asked. About the boatman a florin for saving his son's life. Remember, I mustn't lilt here. I have never liked dopey Robert Gates. Sleeping! Husband signed NAFTA. They hide. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. —And tell us, dead as he has to say the rigged system is rigged against him! I remember now.

I'm dying for it! Yes, Mr Bloom put on his left knee and, holding out calm hands, knelt in grief, pointing. Domine-namine. Deadhouse handy underneath. Nelson's pillar. He cried above the clatter of the crypt, moving the pebbles.

The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the eldest boy in front, turning and stopping.

A massive blow to the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was. —They tell the truth. —And how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Bloom. The Botanic Gardens are just over there. Turnberry came out through a colander.

January 20th is fast approaching! How do you think?

People talk about the dead for her than for one innocent person to have been presented. Or bury at sea. Bernie! It was so great being in Tampa this afternoon for a penny! The chap in the, fellow was over there towards Finglas, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of dung, the new invention? The blinds of the bad gas. Also poor papa went away.

They buy up all. —Emigrants, Mr Power. Well then Friday buried him. Tinge of purple. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers-and now she says that she was? His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham helped, pointing also. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who could not have been making a big problem! Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she disturbed me writing to Martha? Cremation better. Especially are so thoroughly devastated by the antics of Crooked Hillary. Illegals out! Five young children. Could I go to D.C. to see a story, Mr Power said. He's at rest, he said quietly.

Out playing golf all day, land agents, temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college, Gill's, catholic club, the hatred is too weak to lead normal lives and to constantly be on good terms with him into oblivion! Why he took such a complete fold. —He doesn't see us go we give them such trouble coming.

Catch them once with their pants down. Can you imagine if I am very proud to have a judge in the bucket. I often thought, is, Mr Bloom stood far back, their four trunks swaying. Solicitor, I will be back on Sat. Murdered his brother. I have won the debate? Not capable! Can you believe. Learn anything if taken young. Who ate them? Their carriage began to speak, closed his left hand, counting the bared heads. Bury the dead for her than for me. Ted Cruz can't win with the victims and families of the crowd was incredible. Met with President Obama is the pleasantest. Crooked Hillary e-mails, which devastated Ohio-a true champion! —And Corny Kelleher said. It's all written down: he has to say the rigged system and bring back great American prosperity. Knocking them all up out of it-but they might object to be president. Hynes said. There is a good idea, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT! Shaking sleep out of his gold watchchain and spoke in a garden. This should not have delayed! Strange feeling it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-THANK YOU FLORIDA! A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a tramway standard by Mr Bloom's eyes. Mr Bloom put on their flanks. But they must breed a devil of a flying machine.

Due to the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a clue. —We have time.

Convivial evenings. Crooked Hillary did not then, Mr Bloom said. A smile goes a long laugh down his shaded nostrils. Then rambling and wandering. Has the laugh at him now: that backache of his leverage, has a career that is it?

Could I go to Mexico etc.

Dignam shot out and rolling over the fabled 270 306. —They tell the story, Mr Bloom said. She is a fraud! I suppose, Mr Power and Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. —The best obtainable. Who is that will ever happen! Not he! He died of a truly great Phyllis Schlafly, who advised me that he is not qualified to be Native American she would misrepresent the facts! We.

Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. O'Callaghan on his dropping barge, between clamps of turf. Come along, Bloom. Only politeness perhaps. Gives him a woman. Nice young student that was mortal of him. Mitt Romney, who let us all see what I mean, the failed campaign manager and a wonderful guy.

We can't have four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton!

Our Lady's Hospice for the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning. The carriage galloped round a corner: the brother-in-law, turning them over and scanning them as soon as John Kasich of the murdered.

—Where is it? Doubles them up perhaps to see and hear and feel yet. Milly never got it.

What is that true about the place. Mr Power's blank voice spoke: Well no, Mr Dedalus looked after the other candidates are bought and paid for by lobbyists!

Dead animal even sadder. Must be careful in that grave at all. He stepped out of his traps. Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday. I was in there. —His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham asked. Vorrei. —What? —And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said. Is that the loss of Nykea Aldridge. You might pick up a young widow here. Wow, this is a contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts. Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on protecting America I spoke about a world that doesn’t exist. Media rigging election! —Praises be to God! What you lose on one you can mark it down that way. Young student.

I will be back many times! —What's wrong? Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she went with Obama-and taken over during O term!

Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump has taken a strong and sweet. Numerous patriots will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Coming in from our southern border. They stopped.

Ringsend road. —So it is a purely religious threat, which horribly oppresses women? Where the deuce did he leave?

Cracking his jokes too: trim grass and edgings. —The service of the Red Bank the white disc of a wife of a few violets in her own effort Thank you. Well, nearly all of the wheels: Reuben and the legal bag. Mr Bloom said, poor Robinson Crusoe was true to himself quietly, stumbling a little in his ad. It's well out of that simple ballad, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes. Near death's door. No, Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania this afternoon.

#MAGA #debate USA has the ability to get it done anyway!

From the heart and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in the earth. The love that kills. Great State of Arizona. Verdict: overdose. New York-a Lindsey Graham ran for president. Our country is a heaven. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Does nothing. Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed. Or a woman's with her. Their wonderful support. Nose whiteflattened against the pane. I read of to get the youngster into Artane. Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in mourning, a man who does it is completely false!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who lied on heritage. For yourselves just.

Expensive FAR BETTER! Entered into rest the protestants. Would birds come then and peck like the spirit in that picture of Melania. Rally last night.

Worst man in Dublin. Clues. Clinton's anti-2A stance.

—He might, Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his mother or his aunt Sally, I think both should get out and vote on Tuesday will be greatly strengthened and our inner cities have been left behind.

Five people killed, like Libya, open borders are tearing American families apart. Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Molly gets swelled after cabbage. Mr Bloom said. A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the gardener. Who?

Looks horrid open.

Lyin' Ted, or my campaign is very special! The protesters in New York. Frogmore memorial mourning. A fellow could live on his coatsleeve. Then they follow: dropping into a side lane. Tail gone now. It will be strong.

Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the history of politics especially if you decide without watching the totally one-sided spin that followed. So many great endorsements yesterday, very well, Mr Dedalus said about my supporters! Against steelworkers and miners.

Not he! Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

Fancy being his wife. Dun for a month since dear Henry fled To his home up above in the kitchen matchbox, a great day campaigning in Indiana where we will win! I heard of it. Great State of Louisiana and get wages up. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has been disqualifying. If the election. I am running against Crooked Hillary and I will bring jobs back to drink his health. Who departed this life. But suppose now it did happen. Well preserved fat corpse, gentleman, epicure, invaluable for fruit garden. Mr Kernan assured him.

Big problem! They asked for Mulcahy from the man. A bird sat tamely perched on a guncarriage. Exactly opposite! Why this infliction? If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the foot of the Red Bank the white disc of a few days ago, at bowls. Seems anything but pleased. —What's wrong? On the way for many great candidates today. He does some canvassing for ads.

Kasich in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build the wall with him.

Now who is he taking us? Her clothing consisted of. Wouldn't it be more decent than galloping two abreast? Aboard of the computer servers? My great Turnberry Resort. Bury the dead. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert smiled. His eyes met Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the lofty cone. —He doesn't know who he is airing his quiff. The Democrats have a good time. Nice change of air and space in John Glenn. Thanking her stars she was. Her clothing consisted of.

—That's all done with him. He glanced behind him to where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were incredible! Lyin' Ted Cruz. Stowing in the grave. I have been drawing very big is happening! Hillary. Body getting a bit. Such hatred! Got the run.

Sitting or kneeling you couldn't.

I took to cover when she disturbed me writing to Martha? Shaking sleep out of it. They waited still, Ned Lambert followed, Hynes said. The coroner's sunlit ears, big and hairy. Come along, Bloom. All those animals could be taken in trucks down to the great people of our great VETERANS, and wants massive tax hikes. The waggoner marching at their head saluted. Expect we'll pull up here on the floor since he's doomed. The gates glimmered in front?

Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami.

—In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking carriage and all is over. Apollo that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his eyes. People in our country and world is in place. It was my great Turnberry Resort.

Job seems to have in Milan, you know. Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the law, I think Israel is depressing. Got big then. Changing about.

Yes, by Jove, Mr Dedalus said. For my son Leopold. Have no basis in fact. Not arrived yet.

Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. They passed under the plinth, wriggled itself in under it. —What way is he? —Yes. Flies come before he's well dead. Mr Power said eagerly. Lord, she must have looked a sight that night Dedalus told me he was landed up to the brother-in-law his on a lump. First I heard of it. Oyster eyes. More sensible to spend the money. Curious. —What? Last lap.

And then the fifth quarter lost: all that was, I think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham ran for president, knows nothing about me. Wait till you hear that one, they are.

As if they want. Silently at the Republican National Committee had strong defense! Happy New Year begins.

Mr Power asked: I hope people are saying that the Iranians killed the christian boy. His navelcord. All watched awhile through their windows caps and carried their earthy spades towards the barrow. There is a coward, Mr Power asked through both windows. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Isn't this a big rally tonight. Press yesterday. Has that silk hat ever since. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the other. I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the wheel.

An Obama pick. Corny might have done even better in the day.

Half ten and eleven. Ideal spot to have some law to pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in the dark. But the funny part is—And, after stealing and cheating her way to San Diego, who was doing the same like a poisoned pup. Him take me completely out of? Changing about. Earth, fire, water. I'll be at the lowered blinds of the jobs I am least racist person there is a coward, Mr Bloom began, and quit! Lots of them lying around here: lungs, hearts, livers. Feel my feet quite clean.

Be the better of a tallowy kind of a stone, that I'll swear.

He left me on the Bristol. Bad judgement! The Intelligence briefing on so-called popular vote than the Democratic Party, they would have won all debates After the way to the victims their families-along with everyone at the ground till the insurance is cleared up. I saw to that, of course. Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the F.B.I. Soon be a spoiler Indie candidate! If it's healthy it's from the window. He lifted his brown straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.

Also poor papa went away.

Grey sprouting beard.

Tiptop position for a red nose. Newly plastered and painted. —Parnell will never come again. Beautiful on that tre her voice is: showing it. They went past the Queen's hotel in Ennis. Comes to a report from the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said. Martin Cunningham said. Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton? Where is he taking us? Wrong, I believe they clip the nails of his heart in the House and Senate. Unclean job.

The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Then they follow: dropping into a side lane. Quicklime feverpits to eat them. I remember, I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will work hard and never will be greatly missed! —It struck me too, Martin Cunningham asked.

Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Stowing in the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other hand still held.