#then I am a liar and a fraud and a horrible person for even thinking about it! :) and then I feel like garbage

[bucketofbugz]

me ignoring all the ocd symptoms in the hopes it'll go away

[juvederm]

well - sandra bullock

[wavebiders]

Alright, time to be a hater. I'm gonna do this one a little differently and stick it under a read more because length and negativity

I am gonna put it in the Winx Club tag because I know I personally like to see stuff making fun of netwinx in there. However I'll also tag it with fate: the winx saga, netwinx critical, and fate hatewatch for those who wanna filter it out. I'll also gladly add additional tags if anyone wants me to. And for any fate fans that come across this. Well, there's critical tags so that's really not my problem

F(h)atewatch Part 1:

Bloom and Stella Do Not Commit Identity Fraud

It's crazy how I'll look at pictures of Abby Cowen and I'll be like "yeah sure. She could play Bloom" but in any scene of the actual show she looks as not Bloom-like as humanly possible

Also it's been said a million times before but dressing her in red is a horrible fucking idea. Who allowed this?

Having Sky be the one to show Bloom around Alfea instead of Stella already ruins any chance of me liking this version of him. Something I would have been open to considering I can't stand his cartoon counterpart

But taking anything that was originally about female friendship and making it about the most bland straight romance imaginable is not something I have any patience for

I'm really confused about what they're going for with this version of Bloom. Like I know she isnt gonna be in character, but one second she seemed super cagey, but now she's all of a sudden spilling her life story to this guy?

It also just feels really exposition-y. The cartoon took the time to show Bloom's life before she discovered her magic, so it felt like we were discovering that world with her

Here, we have to learn about Bloom at the same time we're learning about the otherworld. There's a disconnect they really can't afford to have that early on

Riven and Sky are one of the few duos in the cartoon that didn't really get along. Why are they bros? But hey points for Riven having a punchable face

Stella is somehow worse than I imagined, and I imagined her pretty bad. I knew she was gonna be a bitch but nobody warned me she was gonna be boring

"It's 5 girls in an enclosed space, so it's only a matter of time before we descend into a Lord of the Flies situation and kill each other" oh god

1. That has nothing to do with Lord of the Flies?

2. That goes against the whole message the cartoon had about a group of teenage girls just being able to get along? Like that's the whole point how do you miss that

I know this is more nitpicky but, especially already knowing about Aisha's role in the show, it's a little frustrating that her introduction is helping Bloom out

A big part of what's so special about Aisha in the cartoon is that right off the bat, she's the one getting help. The girls meet her and immediately start looking out for her. It's a brilliant, if perhaps unintentional subversion of the black best friend trope. It's awful that the live action falls into the exact thing the cartoon avoided so well

Also adaptational fuck-ups aside. This is a horrible pilot so far. The way they arranged the scenes makes no sense. If they were gonna open with Bloom meeting Stella outside, they should have done them moving into the dorm next and then headmistress stuff later

Another option would be to frame the whole thing as Bloom narrating to Mike and Vanessa. Cut back and forth between that and the actual scenes. If they were dead-set on making her a liar they could even play into that by having what happens on-screen be different from what Bloom describes

Just. There's a lot of good ways to go about introducing viewers to a fantasy world and this is not one of them

Not even mentioning how awkward that HP convo is... anybody who would even think to put Bloom in Ravenclaw or Slythein has not watched the cartoon. It's either Hufflepuff or Gryfindor. Please have at least the most basic understanding of your protagonist

Stella should not be whining about what people expect of her to someone she doesn't even like. Isn't this version supposed to be more closed off than in the cartoon? OG Stella covered up that shit like nobody's business

It's good that Riven's a jackass but it's the wrong kind! He's supposed to have anger issues and a need to be respected. This fuckboy thing aint him. It's like they merged him with an asshole version of what they would think Brandon is

This shit drags. I thought they skipped Bloom's origin because they wanted to cut right to the action but a full cartoon episode worth of time later and finding this body is the only thing that's happened. They only have 6 episodes, you'd think they'd waste less time than the OG, not more!

God, why are these girls so fucking mean? It's not just Stella, it's all of them. Except for Terra who exists to be a punching bag apparently

Yeah that flashback really shit on everything Bloom and Vanessa are supposed to be about. Also still badly arranged scenes. Why are we seeing that after we already saw Bloom talking to her mom on the phone? At least create a sense of mystery about where their relationship is at or if Vanessa's even still alive

Obviously Stella would never give her guy shit about talking to a girl but also she would never date Sky. Bloom's the one with bad taste in that friendship

Bloom going to practice her fire magic in the very flamable woods is incredibly stupid, but also the only in-character thing she's done so far

And they ruined it by making her a dick! Why is she being so rude to Aisha who just saved her? Bloom is supposed to be nice

Oh my god I'm gonna have to rewatch every scene with Bloom and her parents in the cartoon the cleanse my brain of this shit

Also putting how terrible that backstory is aside (but seriously what was that dialogue) Why reveal it like this? Why not start with it? Start with all that angst and Bloom feeling lost, so that Alfea could actually feel like a haven when she gets there. Have the audience actually feel for Bloom instead of just wondering what is up with this brat

She's the pov character, no? We should be on the same page as her. There's plenty of other mysteries in the show. What's going in with the main character should not be explained 30 minutes in

I already knew about the changeling thing and it's stupid, but I did not realize that was an episode 1 thing wtf. Bloom didnt learn she was adopted in the cartoon until episode 13. The audience knew her and her relationship with her parents at that point. The rug being pulled out from under her actually mattered

Here, there's no status quo to shake up, Bloom's parents aren't likable enough for them not being related to matter(or not matter as was the message in the cartoon), and they've given me 0 reason to care about this Bloom enough to even give 2 fucks about how she feels about it

Ah yes, that fucked up "queer rep" I cant believe aired in 20fucking21

I've had like 2 scenes with Terra. Tell me, where is my investment in this moment supposed to come from? You need more time with a nice character for it to matter when they snap

The way I still get weirdly invested in Bloom and Stella's intetactions even though I know this show fucked up their friendship and I cannot stand either of them

I just really wanted to see my girls interact in live action and to see it in this form feels like some kind of sick joke😭

But anyway the trend of Stella being more forthcoming with her emotions than her cartoon counterpart continues. I don't get it. I see people say this one had more development, but she's skipping over entire things she's supposed to struggle with. Rn the version of her written for kids feels more complex?

Also why are they trying to make Bloom struggle with being homesick? I'm all for a Bloom that loves living with her parents but still wants to be at Alfea. But commit, instead of jumping between that and having her parents be the worst

In s1 of the cartoon there's 2 episodes where Bloom returns home. And because the audience is familiar with Gardenia through the pilot, and because it looks so different from the world of Magix, the feeling of coming home comes across really well. Especially since Gardenia has it's own signature musical cue

Bloom finding herself back on Earth- sorry. The first world- would work a lot better if A. They had started her story there so it feels like a true return, and B. They had actually made the Otherworld visually distinct from our world

This scene could actually have been pretty cute. It's clever to have her call while looking at them from outside, not letting them know she's there. But how overboard they went with making them shitty fucks it up again. Why is the audience supposed to care about this family?

They really thought that having Bloom lose Stella's ring by accident was better than her being forced to choose to give it up to save Stella's life, huh

That Stella/Sky scene was vomit inducing

[mudwingprince]

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT THINK ANYTHING NEGATIVE ABOUT RADI0 OR ISOL, THEY'RE BOTH AMAZING PEOPLE THAT I LOVE VERY MUCH (/p) AND I WOULD NEVER THINK ANYTHING THAT HAS BEEN WRITTEN

I WROTE IT FOR THE PURPOSE OF THE STORY WHICH IS (almost) ENTIRELY FICTION

anyways, onto the story (and triggers)

Tw: Blood, death, symptoms of depression and PTSD, suicidal thoughts

I blinked. I blinked again. I tried to move, it hurt.

Right, I thought to myself. Immortality, how could I forget about that?! I pushed myself up into a sitting position. It was dark, which was weird. It was a white room with no windows or lights. Was it night? I looked around and spotted Isol, curled up. I watched the steady rise and fall of their furry sides. They were facing away from me. I guess it was night. I pushed myself off of the ground, careful not to make a sound as to wake Isol. Nausea and vertigo hit me like a boulder and I was tempted to let out a groan, but I protested against myself.

No, I can’t wake them… what happened… that was horrifying… I can't let it happen again.

I slowly crept towards the door that Radi0 (hopefully) escaped through, every step sending agony through my legs and spine. As I slowly turned the doorknob, making sure to keep an eye on Isol, Isol’s ear flicked up and they slowly raised their head. I froze. M-Maybe they wouldn’t notice me…? Their head turned towards the spot where I was lying and, when they found only a puddle of blood and paw prints, they whipped their head towards the door.

Shit.

I threw the door open and slammed it shut behind me just as Isol leaped towards me. Radi0 had been curled up on the door and, with the sudden movement, he jumped. He leaped to his feet, balling his hands in fists up against his chest as if to throw a punch. His eyes were wide and blood red and there were tear stains on his cheeks. I pushed myself up against the door as Isol clawed, scratched and slammed on the door, screaming.

“M-Mind helping here?” I grunted to Radi0, putting all of my weight on the door and thrashing my tail. I’m so tired. He jumped into action and leaned on the door beside me.

“You’re… alive?” He asked, well, muttered seemed better. It was kind of hard to think of good grammar considering the circumstances.

“Y-yeah? And?” I replied sharply. The amount of blood that was dripping off of me was… concerning… to say the least. I wanted to fall asleep and pretend like Isol, our friend, wasn’t a real threat right now… I coughed and was almost flung away from the door due to all of the banging. I regained my balance and leaned against the door again. I felt so… shitty… That… made sense though, I just died after all.

“Are… you okay?” Radi0 muttered with a sniff. I glanced at him and licked the tangy blood off of my teeth with my sharp, forked tongue.

“I just died, of course I’m not,” I snapped. “Imagine having to feel this shitty every time you accidentally choke on a grape,” I raised my voice so Isol could hear me. “OR WHENEVER YOUR FRIEND KILLS YOU OVER A FUCKING VIDEO GAME!!”

Could I even call them a friend anymore? I thought, friends don’t kill each other… that’s… that’s not a normal thing… right?

“We’re running,” I whispered to Radi0 after another minute of holding the door shut. “On the count of three, we both go, okay?” He nodded. That was all I needed.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

As soon as the last word came out of my mouth we ran in the opposite direction of the door. After ten minutes of running, I was quickly falling behind Radi0, everything was getting harder to make out. Radi0 slowed to a stop.

“W-what… are you… doing?” I muttered in between gasps. My voice sounded gravelly and rough. I hated this.

“They’re… not following… us… anymore…” Radi0 replied, panting. “Are… you okay?” He asked again. Why did he keep asking me this?

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, wiping the blood away from my lip. I gave him a weak smile. “Are you?”

“... I’m… I’m worried about you, Mud,” He said. I was silent for a second. Why would someone worry about me? Did I really mean that much to someone?

“Why?” I asked, although it sounded more like a statement.

“‘Why’? Are you serious Mud?” He said, shocked. “Y-you’re bleeding, and you look like you’re gonna pass out, AND YOU SAID YOU JUST DIED?!” I glanced away from him. All of that was true. I was bleeding a lot. And I did feel like I was about to collapse. And I did just die.

“I just…” I replied. “G-gotta sleep it off… That always helps…” Radi0 wrapped his arm around my torso and I leaned on him.

“Maybe we should get you somewhere warmer…” Radi0 said, pointing up at the cloudy sky. The sky… The sky! We weren’t in that other place anymore, I could feel soft grass beneath my paws again! How long had it been since I was outside anyway? “Hey, over there looks pretty sheltered?” Radi0 pulled me out of my thoughts. I nodded, not even looking at where he was pointing. We trekked along until we got to a fallen tree. It’s uprooted roots hung over the ground like a tent. We sat down under the tree and I curled up.

“I’m… going to get firewood…” Radi0 said. He paused. “If you need anything, call for me, okay?”

“Trust me, I won’t need anything,” I replied sarcastically. I closed my eyes and let sleep take hold of me for the night.

Radi0 rubbed at his eyes as he walked through the dense forest, occasionally stopping to pick up large twigs and sticks.

He’s going to be fine, Radi0 told himself repeatedly. They managed to survive Isol’s attack, he’ll be able to survive by themself. Suddenly, a disturbing thought entered his mind, I won’t be able to survive by myself. I’m weak. Pathetic. I let him do that. They told me to run. I deserve to die… Radi0 picked up another stick, barely able to hold the amount that he had. That would be enough, right? He didn’t even know how to make a fire, how was he going to keep both of them warm? He started his walk back to the fallen tree. His thoughts still screaming at him.

I failed to stop them. I’m a horrible friend. He wouldn’t want me back there. Why does he even consider me a friend? Do they even consider me a friend at this point? I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t… I’m a horrible person. I should’ve let Isol kill me. It would be better that way…

He was so wrapped up in his overwhelmingly disturbing thoughts, he hadn’t realized that he had made it back to the tree. Mud had fallen asleep. His wounds were still open. Radi0 should probably help them clean that up. He placed the sticks and twigs down in the dirt near Mud, arranging them in a cone. He grabbed one of the smaller sticks and started rolling it between his hands, like he had seen in the shows. After five minutes of rolling, Radi0 was starting to get frustrated. It still wasn’t working. He didn’t have the energy or motivation to do it anymore, but he knew he had to, they would both get cold in the incoming rain without it. He continued. After fifteen minutes, there was a spark, and then another, and then another, until the entire cone of wood was lit up in flames. By now, the storm had already hit. Radi0 turned away from the fire and faced out from the cover of the roots. He stared off into the distance and dove into his thoughts once again.

Does he even care about me? If they do… why? I didn’t do anything to protect them, I just ran away, like the coward that I am. I was ready to let them die. I was ready to run. But I want to protect him! That’s what good friends would do! They protect each other!

Another voice. This one chilled him to the bone.

You’re lying. You’re lying to yourself and everyone you love. You’re a fucking fraud. A liar. A fake. Stop putting on a brave face and show them your true colors. You’re a coward. To think you’ve gotten away with this for so long. You-

The voice was cut off by Mud. He was shuffling in his sleep, beads of sweat decorating their forehead. Radi0 noticed that their injuries had healed immensely, even when he had completely forgotten (add that to the list of what he needs to scold himself on later). Suddenly, they shot upright, trying to catch their breath.

“Are you okay?” Radi0 asked, frantically looking around to see if they were okay physically.

“Nightmare,” Mud rasped, hugging themself. “It’s nothing serious.” Radi0 glanced at him, then pulled his knees up to his chest, mirroring Mud.

“It’s all going to be okay…” Mud muttered. “I hope you know that. We’ll find a way to make peace with Isol, while getting them to play Omori at the same time.” They let out a weak laugh. Radi0 chuckled with them and smiled out into the forest. It’s going to be okay.

[robbyrobinson]

OWL HOUSE X CTHULHU MYTHOS FIC: THE GODS AWAKEN (PT. XIV)

“Lord Belos, the Owl Lady and her acquaintances have arrived.”  

The entrance to Belos’ throne room opened widely. The Owl Spy came in first accompanied by Eda, Lilith, and King. They wore heavy shackles on their ankles (but it proved to be more cumbersome for King due to his tiny body), and cuffs were fixed on their wrists. To add salt to the injury, Eda and Lilith’s fingers had additional bindings so they would not attempt to draw circles in the air.  

Emperor Belos was slouched in his throne, his right hand holding up his forehead. The Titan’s heart once again was beating, but now it was a more noticeable tremor to it. Belos exhaled sharply and then deeply exhaled the air from his lungs. It had become a very circulated fact that Belos had seen better days. Somewhere in his fifty-year reign of the Boiling Isles, his health declined. With no heirs known either legitimately or otherwise, Death may as well knock on his door one of these days. Belos clutched at his chest from the sudden sensation of a deathly cough violently scratch its way up his airbags. The most powerful witch of the Boiling Isles wheezed a squeaking tune. His chest convulsed a few times. The Owl Spy and the guards carrying the prisoners stood in place pondering if he would cough up a lung or two.

Kikimora stood at the left side of Belos’ throne. She was informed of her lord’s coughing fits earlier and never took her eyes off him. When she heard the spy say that the Owl Lady had been captured, that was the one time that she did direct her attention from Belos. There Eda was: rather than being cursed into her monstrous, owl-like form, Eda was back to her normal appearance from her grayish-wild hairstyle to her clothes. Kikimora was conflicted: she never denounced Belos as a liar or for being incorrect. But here was the Owl Lady back as her own treacherous self. Seeing her this way for the first time made Kikimora start to ponder her master’s claims of being the Titan’s representative. But even humoring the idea that Belos was a fraud filled her with a sudden dread that Belos could be reading her thoughts at that moment. Oh, Titan, what would he do to her for her lack of belief? There were many ways for witches and demons to die in different, creative ways.  

Belos lifted his head sluggishly in a sideways glance at the prisoners. His exposed blue eye stared at them to study them. “It is such a pleasure being in the presence of you, Owl Lady.”  

Eda scoffed. “That makes one of us.”  

Belos ignored her snark and inspected Lilith again. “The Prodigal Child returns as well?”  

“Enough with your flimsy peppering of words, what do you want from us?” Lilith demanded.

Belos sighed. “You know that only the most qualified of witches can join my coven?”  

Lilith nodded. True, twenty odd years ago, joining the Emperor’s Coven was Lilith’s ambition for a long, long time. A dream that she shared with her younger sister, at least until that awful, terrible, reprehensible day she decided to curse her sister to give herself a better chance at narrowing her way to victory. A curse that was supposed to last for a day instead made Eda’s existence miserable, and ostracized her from witch society. Lilith’s bottom lip quivered from the acknowledgment Lilith placed such a heavy load on her sister’s shoulders all for a meaningless position due to Belos lying to her. From the deepest, darkest pits, a fire was raging.  

“I made my decision to defect, Lord Belos,” Lilith announced with conviction.  

Belos was speechless at first likely to digest the words his former servant was spieling out. “And I am sure you know what becomes of witches bereft of a coven?”  

Like he alluded to her back when she captured her sister the first time, Belos lifted his staff and directed it towards the murals comprised of painted, stained glass. While Lilith anticipated this the moment she betrayed the Emperor, the thought of being on the receiving end of the most cruel and unusual of punishments in accordance to the Isles did make her step back on her confidence for a smidge.  

“If it means atoning for all the horrible things you made me do in your name, I will accept that. But please, spare Edalyn and her dog’s lives. As well as Luz’s.”  

As she spoke, two imperial guards came in holding the unconscious bodies of the two girls. The girls were being carried the guard’s stout shoulders. The girls’ arms loosely swayed back and forth behind the backs of the guards. They were placed on the ground with minimal gentleness. Belos stood from his throne and knelt down to further inspect the girls. With his staff, he tapped the limbs of the girls and then their backs. He pressed his index finger and thumb on the chin of his mask inquisitively.  

“By the Titan, these two girls actually managed to do it.”  

Eda smirked. She did have some shred of doubt that Luz may have failed and that the likelihood of her becoming braindead as a result of the brew did concern her, but she also knew that Luz could pull it off. It gave her all the more reason to be proud that she was Luz’s mentor.  

“Yeah, that’s right Belos,” she bragged, “and when she gets the book, we will do everything in our power to keep you from getting your grubby hands on that book!”  

“Ho, oh!” Emperor Belos retorted “a most charming dream, but tis be the nature.”  

Belos slammed his staff on the ground and returned to his throne. There was a side door behind the mighty throne of Belos which creaked itself open. Out from it walked Odalia Blight holding the staff she was entrusted with by Nyarlathotep. It was made of the same breed of tree most witches of the Boiling Isles own, but instead of a palisman adorned on the top, there was a gem which glittered in the light. A large, ruby gemstone accompanied with a low murmuring sound. Befitting of her social status, Odalia had a haughty grin from ear to ear. Odalia stepped aside to allow a few more of the imperial guards to exit.

“Well, what have we here? Enemies, traitors, and lowly demons.”  

Eda tilted her head. “You...one of the Blights I assume?”  

“Of course, darling,” Odalia bragged, her hand squarely on her breast. “One of the most esteemed, exquisite, and powerful of the Boiling Isles.”  

She brags a lot about her bloodline, Eda thought to herself. Sure, Eda would tend to think of herself in high regard, but Odalia was taking it leagues above. She sensed a small bit of tension in the air: the Owl Spy had disappeared from the room the instant that Odalia strolled her way in acting top class.  

“Yeah, yeah, go suck a griffin egg,” Eda groaned, “I still remember all the bragging you did back at Hexside.”  

Odalia smirked. “At the least I didn’t become a criminal.”  

Odalia tilted her head back and laughed like a noblewoman. For whatever reason, Eda felt the growing urge to punch the lady over and over until she was an unidentifiable pulp. One that not even the dark arts could ever hope to revitalize.  

“Wait, you are a part of the coven now?” Lilith asked.  

“Indeed, I am,” Odalia boasted.

“How? I could have sworn that you lost the competition of joining the coven years ago. As much as I hate the Emperor, at the least he always remained consistent on the qualifications to join the coven. I mean, that is the very reason we have the coven system.”  

“I am very aware of my lack of qualifications, but I was granted audience with Lord Belos, and he entrusted me with acting on his will.”  

Odalia towered above her daughter’s body. From the way she was fixed, Eda was unable to read any emotion on her face. Odalia then turned away from her daughter, returning her accusatory glare at the Owl Lady. “Is this the nature of being on the run; scouting people into your ranks?”  

“Amity chose of her own volition to help Luz acquire the book,” Eda clarified, “maybe you do not understand your daughter as much as you’d like to think?”  

“You and your human pest have been nothing but a thorn in the side of my family,” Odalia yelled, “perverted thoughts spreading rampant, disrupting the bloodline.”  

“That is absurd; Amity was a girl who was always tired of the way that you were restricting her freedoms. Instead, what do you want her to do? Study. Work hard. Study some more. You try to control every aspect of her life including those that she hanged out with. And yet once you get off your high horse, you do not understand why your daughter is having her rebel stage now? It’s because you are trying to mold her into being just like you. You keep on going on and on about bloodline this, bloodline that...maybe you can take one second to think about what your daughter actually wants instead of making decisions for her?”  

Odalia held the staff firmly between her eyes and loudly ground her teeth. “She is not my daughter; she made up her own mind to follow an inferior ape, so I now acknowledge that I have two older children who will listen to every word I say and continue down the right path of making our family name immortal.”  

Odalia clapped her hands and brought Edric out. The Owl House residents almost fainted from what they had seen: Edric was emaciated and skinnier than usual. His skin was now paper-thin and very suspect to bruising easily. Edric’s eyes became small, golden pupils because of their sunken position. Odalia took the liberty of dressing her son for the day in his casual clothing, but the clothes were slipping off him because of his sudden thinness. Edric’s legs lacked enough muscle to protect the bones from snapping like a pair of chopsticks. New waves of pain washed over the young witch with every step he took.  

“What have you done to him?” Eda asked horrified.

“The staff that I was given requires magic to fuel it...an excessive amount if you so please.”  

Odalia held the staff in front of Edric and activated it. A swirling cloud appeared in the gemstone and began to draw once more on Edric’s magic. Edric howled in excruciating agony the sort of pain that could rip a person inside out. Green vapor filtered through his body orifices and collected inside the gemstone. Edric dropped on his knees the surge of affliction still flowing through his veins. He looked up at his mother before a whooping cough manifested. At certain intervals, Eda and the others could catch glimpses of his stomach and chest during his fits; his rib cage was poking against the flaps of skin.

Lilith clenched her teeth. “Can’t you see that you are putting your own son in such pain and for what cost?”  

“He is making the Blight family proud immortal,” Odalia simply said with a cold flair in her explanation, “small sacrifices need to be made, and my son is more than worthy of the title.”  

“From the looks of it, your son is barely hanging on by a thread,” Eda interjected, “what if you kill him?”  

“My son will provide the way of the Blight family name becoming renowned and feared by all of creation; the powers that be – the Titan, or perhaps one of the greater gods – will greatly reward him.”  

Two guards came into the throne room and each individually held the thrashing arms of Emira Blight. She reared herself up to take a swinging kick at her kidnappers, but it was no use. Her struggles subsided upon catching sight of her twin brother. “Edric!?”  

The guards let her go at that moment. Without much prompt, Emira raced towards her brother and clutched his head in her hand. “Speak to me, please!”  

Edric weakly opened his eyes to see tears running down his twin sister’s face. She tried to fight back the treacherous tears with all her might, but her throat was growing larger from her increasing despair. “Mom, can’t you see that you are sucking him dry?!”  

The gemstone’s inherent ability of stealing magic was greater than that of the basilisk that infiltrated Hexside months ago and nearly drained all the students of their magic. Emira held her face over Edric’s her tears now falling on his. He stared into the matching eyes of his sister for a long time likely to say whatever was at the top of his head, but the agonizing pain was preventing him from performing what amounted to a simple task.  

Eda and Lilith attempted to wiggle their fingers out of their restraints. “Odalia, you have gone too far, you have to be stopped!” Lilith proclaimed.  

Odalia ignored them and looked at the staff again. It murmured the same low drone it always did. Before the prisoners, Odalia conducted a conversation with the staff. There were a few nods implicating a mutual understanding and deal-making. She studied Emira and took a few glances at the magic staff. “The staff is still unsatisfied.”  

Odalia pointed to Emira. “Once your brother had served his use, you shall be the next one that the staff consumes.”  

Emira shook violently. “Mom, you’ve become insane!!”  

Odalia flicked her hand to the guards. “Keep Emira imprisoned here; once I lead the army on the Earth realm, I will return to offer more sacrifices to it for Belos’ victory.”  

The imperial guards surrounded the green-haired teenage girl. At any time, Emira would be more than willing to administer a thorough beat down on her enemies, but she was sorely outnumbered. They came down on her in a frenzy and stole away the girl. They disappeared behind the second door her screams fading away the further they ran. Belos stood up and raised his arms.  

“Now with that settled, Miss Blight, you have the honors of enacting the Day of Unity!”  

Odalia obeyed and went to walk back to the other room. She momentarily stopped to glance at Edric, again what she was really feeling in that moment being uncertain, and exited the throne room. Eda, Lilith, and King were forcibly grabbed as well and were being walked out.  

“So, you are going to execute us?” King asked.  

“My furry friend, no, this is not the Titan’s will. After all, how else will you enjoy the experience of the Day of Unity?”  

Lilith shook her cuffs. “For years, you have told us without fail of this Day of Unity, but you never told us what it entailed. So, before you condemn me, please enlighten me.”  

“That’s the old Lilith I remember,” Belos said in a disconcerting tone.  

“Yeah, and why do you have such interest in the Earth?” Eda asked “you could have visited as many times that you wanted now that you have the portal door in your possession.”  

While Belos’ true face was always concealed behind a mask, it was relatively easy to imagine that he was smiling malevolently.

“I have a score to settle with someone that you may or may not know,” he stated, “I will leave it as a surprise.”  

Eda, Lilith, and King were marched out of the throne room to the dungeon of the coven. Alone with his thoughts, Belos cackled in ecstasy despite his wheezing cough.  

“The Day of Unity is finally upon us! Go, go my servants into the human realm! Go and slaughter all in your path!! Reduce their cities to rubble! Leave not one stone unturned! Darken their skies and poison their lands!! Reduce their world to ashes and blow those ashes into the farthest reaches of space! By the name of the Titan, the Earth will be laid to waste, never to be remembered or missed.”  

[p-redux]

Aaaaand ContemplatingOutlander is STILL at it. 🤦‍♀️

Trust me, CO, you don't know who I am in real life. No matter what "proof" you've been shown. I know this with 100% certainty. A few months ago, I shared my real identity with a select few from my inner circle, the SAME inner circle I've had in Twitter DM group for 6 years now, minus the few bad apples who went running to you. THEY know WHO I really am. So go ahead and post your Scilla proof and I'll go directly to her and DM her on Twitter, so she can prosecute you for doxing and libel. But it won't have any effect on ME.

But the fact that you would go there, shows how low you will stoop. And the type of person you really are. I'm not messing with your real life, even though I actually DO know who you are, since you basically told me, nor will I mess with your real life. If I wanted to do that I could have done it years ago, but I didn't. And I won't. Because I'm not the horrible person you make me out to be.

As for the Mary Sass and Alittlebitmass stuff, I don't even know what you're talking about. If I remember correctly that was YEARS ago. Whatever they said about Sam or Paul, obviously Sam's legal team would do their own research. Sam's not stupid. Do you really think he would have blocked you without having his legal team investigate you first. They obviously found things they didn't like, just like they did with Extreme Shippers, and that's why you're all blocked. Didn't you read what Sam said? He said he couldn't say more for legal reasons. This isn't just something he did on a whim, because anyone influenced him. This is serious and his legal team is involved. And you're part of that investigation. Because of YOUR actions. Not because of what anyone told him. If you think that, then you really aren't giving Sam much credit.

So, keep messing with me and I WILL post the screencaps I have proving you KNEW Vividdreamer was a fraud but didn't care, and the MULTIPLE DMs that NST posted showing your ABUSE of them. I think you must have amnesia if you don't remember how bad all to those make you look. The difference between you and I is that you care how you are perceived by others, I don't.

If I post what I have, there will finally be PROOF POSITIVE that YOU are the bully and liar here. If you post what you have, you WILL be doxing, but ironically not me, and you'll get yourself in legal trouble. What I post about you won't get me in legal trouble. What you post WILL get you in legal trouble. Your choice. A wise person would stand down. But we're talking about you, so go ahead. I have an ace up my sleeve, more than one. You don't. No matter what you think. 🤷‍♀️

[apocalypsolollipop]

If it makes you feel alright...

If it makes you feel alright

If it helps you heal on your way

I don't want to pick a senseless fight

there is nothing left for me to say

there is nothing left that I could do

when what I did was and is still wrong

When my apology is not good enough

to be forgiven or even addressed

and I have no access to what you say

and there is no way to right the wrongs

and all that's left is broken glass and hearts

and you won't even speak to me anymore

I acknowledge that you must think the worst of me

but maybe there is even redemption for my kind?

I am the embodiment of all your enemies

illogical, broken, yet full of life and exuberant

how can I be all at once? I must be a liar, then, a fraud

a guiltshaming evil confused person

abusing your tolerance for my own gain

overbearing and annoying

overstepping every boundary there is

lacking respect and empathy

totally out of control, a loose cannon

oh boy... if it makes you feel alright,

I have been called worse before.

I was so afraid that something might happen to you.

I was worried sick, because my friend’s house had just burnt down.

And two other friends were missing in the fire.

I used to live there too, don’t you know...

You showed me that I can never

be perfect enough to fulfull your expectations

when my frailty and my fears

disgust you and make you lash out

you hurt me more than you ever knew

but I never told you, as you were

always just only talking about your pain

why would I burden you further?

If it makes you feel alright,

I can handle all this fine, it’s what I do

I only want you to be happy.

Think of me what you want.

If it makes you feel alright...

We all are broken in some way or another

I do not disclose my wounds for sympathy,

shared pain is half the pain, if you have friends

I like eye-to-eye relationships

and am not ashamed to show my imperfections

I had hoped you could see beyond it all

I was always afraid to be honest and show

who I really am, with all my fears and hopes

I have learnt my lesson, I am cautious now

all these people here in need, who scramble to live

and I have no worries at all, but my frail body

I feel horrible and guilty of being privileged

in my little golden paradise where nothing ever happens

and I freely drink champage in the gay bar with my friends

I am sorry I misunderstood and burdened you

I had assumed that was what friends are for

but I mistook friendliness for friendship

I mistook tolerance for genuine interest

I told you upfront, about my life

We function very differently

You did not take it lightly

I am sincerely sorry,

but I should go.

I don't want to

but I must.

If it makes you happy,

I shall leave.

[ajw720]

CC ers arent feminists. They are not allys. They care about fetishizing gay men.i have never once seen a CCer make a post in support of lesbians or WOC. And you also bash other women as well who dont fit into your sick masturbatory narrative., like Ashley.

Anon, i am a professional.I am a graduate of an ivy league college. I have an extremely hard job that directly effects the lives of people.   I live with my my cat in an apartment in Manhattan I pay for on my own.,  I am the only female currently on the executive board of my local chapter of my lawyer’a group. I am thinking of a trip to Morocco int the fall that will be fully funded by ME. I think I am a fairly strong and independent WOMAN,

In my life is a mother of a child dealing with a brain injury fighting every fucking day for her son.  A grandmother that is 78 years old and actively partaking in childcare as that is what is required right now.  A best friend who is shaping her life despite her devastation over infertility.  Another amazing friend that had a stroke at 30 and is now dealing with breast cancer 10 years later. A friend fighting to save her life and her marriage as she deals with severe alcoholism.  Countless women who are single and powerful in their chosen career. THESE WOMEN ARE FEMINISTS. THESE WOMEN ARE MY ROLE MODELS.

DO NOT TELL ME I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT A FEMINIST IS. DO NOT TELL ME I DO NOT KNOW THE DEFINITION OF A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN.

M is a poor excuse for a female. Her whole life currently is predicated on the MALE she is connected to based a a complete FRAUD.  Yes, relationships are wonderful. They should make you stronger, but they should NOT define you. It is the ONLY THING SHE HAS.  SHE IS A LIAR. AND SHE IS LAUGHING AT YOU AND SHE IS MOCKING YOU.

I have NEVER made any pretense about my blog. It is a Cris/sC/olfer blog. I support these 2 men as individuals and as a couple. I rarely blog ANYTHING else. I have never claimed to be a beacon for all LGBT people.  Of course I fully believe their right to be equal in every manner. But that is not the theme of my blog.  The purpose of my blog is to support 2 men that have provided me with so much entertainment, who are wonderful individuals, and who have been grievously harmed.

You keep worshiping a lazy entitled brat who only cares about you as you provide her vicarious fame and money. You keep enabling a woman who is actively torturing D.

Whatever it takes, as long as D is straight and has a lady in his bed. Does not matter if she is the opposite of a role model and actively harming him and that their relationship is toxic af.  She is a woman and that makes him straight and you can continue to fetishize a straight couple because straight D is your fantasy.

I will continue to support 2 people that need our love.  I will continue to monitor the content of my blog. Because you are yelling at the wrong person. I am extremely cognizant of the fact that these 2 men are REAL individuals in an adult relationship and this needs to be respected.  Point to where i fetishize them.  Show me.  I barely even blogged the nude scene in ACS.  

And on Ash. I defend her. And while I know minimal about her, she appears to be the definition of a feminist. Strong, independent, and embracing herself. I respect that attitude. 

In summary, you are screaming at the wrong person.  M is a horrible individual and I am embarrassed as a woman that people look at her as a role model. She is the exact opposite of what anyone should strive to be. Remember, while clearly we all knew C was gay, I loved D for 5 years thinking he was straight.When I learned the truth, I adjusted to SUPPORT a person who has been horribly mistreated.  He and C have my unconditioned love and support.

[iabsolutelyresentthiswebsite]

When You Can’t Love Yourself

Due to my mental health tanking, I am now actually using my blog as a means of venting my often-hard-to-deal-with emotions. For those of you following me, I am tagging all of these posts with #tw so you can blacklist it, if you need. 

As my post about two weeks ago let you know, my depression has been awfully bad. In the prior post,  I described what it’s like to feel lonely and many of the facets of my depression. I hyperfocused on loneliness because that is what was bothering me the most at the time, and is still mega-bothering me, but I have elected to focus on a very serious issue somewhat related to that.

When You Can’t Love Yourself

I always used to say, as naïve child, that “how can you expect anyone else to love you when you can’t love yourself?” Little did I know how much damage that likely caused others and is currently causing me because I am incapable of loving myself, as so, so many others are.

I have never felt comfortable in my own skin. I have always viewed myself as ugly, plain, fat, too awkward to function, and really, a burden on everyone. I honestly cannot remember a time when I didn’t feel that way...maybe, if it existed, before the age of 7? 

In my own view, I have nothing special about me. I am a typical white young woman with reddish-brunette hair. I wear glasses. I have a full face, weird bone structure, and stupid eyebrows. My lips are small, which sucks. I have always struggled with my weight and even if I lose 30lbs, which I have since last year, I am incapable of seeing myself as anyone other than the girl who topped 200lbs and didn’t carry it well at my heaviest (c. 4.5 years ago). And really, I am not the type of person really anyone would take a second look at to begin with. At best, I am average. In my opinion, I am unattractive to the point no person would even desire to put in the effort to get to know me. I wouldn’t be worth it to them because there is nothing I can physically offer them. Furthermore, I don’t believe in a sexual relationship before marriage, so there is literally nothing that could possibly lure anyone to me.

I am painfully introverted. I am capable of functioning in social situations- mainly because I work in retail and have to, but I end up oversharing or undersharing, hiding my feelings or saying too much, and I don’t know how to make friends because it takes me so much to trust anyone that I’m really not worth it for most people to try to get to know. Once I do trust you, I care so hard it’s honestly probably infuriating. I feel like I’m constantly bothering people because I want to make sure they’re okay, but also because...I want to make sure they still like me because real talk: anytime anyone actually wants to be my friend, which I frequently don’t pick up on at first, I am dumbfounded. I simply cannot understand why anyone would want to be around me. I am boring, have trouble holding conversations- exacerbated by my depression, and am so sad all the time. When I do talk, I talk about nerdy stuff or spiritual things and like, who wants a friend like that? Nobody. Most of the time, when I contact friends, especially ones I deeply care about, I just assume that they don’t want to have anything to do with me if they don’t reply because heck, if I didn’t have to deal with me, I wouldn't.

The absolute mental thing about all of this is: people always tell me the good things they see in me. They tell me I’m kind, thoughtful, compassionate, passionate, loving, sweet, gentle, beautiful, and one of my best friends has said I am “one of the most amazing people they’ve ever met.” Those things make me feel good, understandably. 

And objectively speaking, I am not a terrible person, but I feel like a terrible person. Sometimes, I feel like literally the worst person alive. My kindness? My thoughtfulness? My lovingness? My anxiety makes me think it’s all a façade and that I’m a fraud because I must be doing this for some ulterior motive. Most of the time, I can’t even figure out what the ulterior motive is, but there has got to be something because I am not a good person. My mind is dead set on making me know I am a horrible, terrible, lying, awful person. That I am just trying to make people like me until they find out who I really am, a fraud who used them, a liar who doesn’t care, and the worst person alive. 

Every single person I know...every single person I love...I must be using them. Somehow, some way... I am taking advantage of their naivete in regards to me to make myself feel better about how awful I really am. 

But the truth is: I do most things out of the kindness of my heart, but it never feels that way. I made homemade soup for two friends who said they weren’t feeling well. I literally read their text and before I could even know what was going on, I was already in my car with a list of ingredients. But according to myself, my kindness is never something that I do simply because I am kind. There must be something I want out of it. 

And I am not strong enough to argue because y’know what, maybe I do just want people to like me because of how awful I feel about myself 99% of the time. Maybe I just want people to care about me because I can’t care about myself. Maybe if people like me and spend time with me, their good traits will rub off on me and make me not hate myself. Maybe that is why I do things...I don’t know. According to my head, it is definitely not because I am genuinely kind.

Because I’m not... I’m a wretched human being.

Due to all of this, I don’t believe I deserve love. I want it, I crave to be loved. I would kill to be held by someone who actually wanted to hold me. But I don’t feel like I deserve it. I feel like if anyone actually loved me...that I would be ruining their life. I would be taking away so many of their choices and so much of their time that they could spend with someone more normal, better, and less damaged than I. So when people don’t reciprocate my feelings, which is often due to the aforementioned things, I am not surprised because I don’t feel like I deserve to be loved by a good person or anyone at all.

[renjunvinates]

In Check

Charas: You x Im Jaebum

Genre: Thriller, Angst, Asshole AU!

Words: 1524

I have been updating lately which feels great but please don’t get use to it LOL, I have a lot of things to do, but this is a special story for my 300 followers reaching mark. Thank you for following for my content and your love and support!! Happy 300 followers honeyboo’s!! Have a wonderful day wherever ya’ll are. 

The ��chic prince” Im Jaebum, he’s nothing but a fake and a liar. Everyone loves him for his style and his popularity on his SNS, nothing more and nothing less. People don’t even know the real Jaebum. He’s nothing a but a fraud to the public. He’s a huge touchy flirt and all he ever does is talk to the girls and touch them. He shouldn’t be even touching them, he has a girlfriend. Poor girl doesn’t even know half of the things that he does. But it wasn’t your business to tell anyways.

A senior in high school is what you were, just trying to graduate and leave this hell place, but believe me the process was so hard. Everyday you had idiots everywhere around you, just talking and gossiping. For once could they shut up and focus on academics? You struggled with social anxiety and depression due to your parents and that’s probably why you hated everyone in this school. Your parents always dehumanized you about your looks and weight and forbid you from even hanging out with people, hinting that you don’t have any friends really and you don’t talk to anyone. People always glare at you and share whispers of how you never talk, and you’re known as the “cool and calm collected gal”, and occasionally there would be rumors about how you’re a loner and depressed. But they’re not wrong on the depressed part, but I am not a loner. I have friends they just don’t go to this school because I hate everyone here.

It was time to head for psychology class. You headed in and took a seat waiting for the bell to ring, so class could start. You all of sudden heard a commotion of girls screaming and fangirling about Jaebum while he was showing off his looks and his SNS post. You heavily rolled your eyes and continue to focus on muting everyone out. Your psychology teacher wanted to do an activity today. Which was trying to get to know each other more. You heavily sighed and wish someone could end you already. He starts off with the basics of asking everyone their favorite color and movie and etc. Of course, everyone answered and then all of a sudden, he drops a deep question on us.

“Each of you share one mental struggle with the class, because after all this is a psych class” he grinned.

You were hesitant of actually sharing your thoughts on this question, should you lie or not? But then you really thought about it and hey? It’s your senior year so why not? Go hard or go home. So, you stood up from your desk and you decided to share the class about your depression, just clearly stating you have depression and that was all. The whole class looked at you and started sharing whispers to one another. You could hear theirs whispers “oh my god, that’s why she’s so quiet and distant, the rumors were true!” They all started glaring and was shocked about the news. You sat back down and continued muting out the whispers until Jaebum’s group of friends started making unnecessary comments about depression.

“Wow depression must suck,” one person said.

“What a shame,” they mocked.

“Hey Jaebum, how are you and Bree? Are ya’ll doing okay?” his friend asked.

“We had an argument but it’s no biggie,” Jaebum shrugged.

“Awh poor little prince had an argument with his girl,” they laughed.

“Whatever, it’s not a big deal. Unlike (Y/N), I have things I can get” He snickered

“That’s a bit rude Jae,” someone said.

“I mean oops? At least my life is stabilized?” Jaebum retorted.

“I bet, I mean look at you!” His friend said.

“Hey, at least I’m not the one who is suffering from depression,” He scoffed

That comment immediately triggered you and you couldn’t stand them chatting anymore, especially when they were talking about depression like it was some sort of joke to them.

*you stood up from your desk and walked over to Jaebum, and raised your hand and slapped him across the face*

“Yah. Im Jaebum,” You said with a serious tone.

*Jaebum looked at you and touched his cheek while looking at you with disbelief*

“Why,” he said while looking.

“Yah. Who are you to tell everyone here about my life when you don’t even know the full story. Is this funny to you? What right do you have to MOCK ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE HUH!” You yelled furiously.

*He glares at you with silence*

“Yes, I have depression and? Do you think I asked to have depression? Do you think I wanted to be sad and have this suffocating feeling choking me around my neck everywhere I go? Yah! Is this funny to you? You shouldn’t be putting my name in your mouth in the first place. You think your life is all great and wonderful because you’re the chic prince of this school,” You said.

“Prince Jaebum,” You scoffed.

“I never said I was the prince of this school, people just decided to give me the title” Jaebum said.

“What is your point? It doesn’t matter, people think you’re a prince anyways, but what gives you the right for you to talk about my life, when you don’t even know the whole story about my life. You have a mother at home who loves you and cherishes you and for god sakes even spoils you and gets you everything you want. Me? I have a mother at home who dehumanizes me about my weight. She didn’t even acknowledge the fact that her daughter wanted to kill herself, instead you know what she did? She basically told everyone I wasn’t her daughter and she thought I was a lunatic psycho. So, should you be talking about my life LIKE IT’S A JOKE,” You said.

“(Y/N). What right do you have to say all those things, you don’t know me or my mom, what right do you have to say all these things when you don’t even know what I’ve been through? You’re not receiving any hate from people online or anything!” Jaebum argued back.

*you scoffed*

“Are you serious? Receiving hate comments from people? YAH, YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS THOSE THINGS JAEBUM-AH. Stop acting like you’re the only victim. There are people out there who have it way more worse than you and EVEN ME. There are people who don’t even have a family or shelter or perhaps they even struggle living everyday searching for food. So, should you be calling yourself a victim right now?” You said.

“So, what is your point?” Jaebum asked.

“You have no right to tell everyone in this class about my life likes it’s a joke when you don’t know the whole story. Keep my name out of your mouth,” You said.

*you went close to his face*

“trash,” You said with a serious tone.

The whole class looked at you with shock. You were known as someone who was quiet and was always ignoring people. It was quite shocking for people to see this new side of you. Everyone in the room clapped and cheered. Jaebum on the other hand sat down and was furious. The teacher on the other hand kicked you and Jaebum out of class and told you wait outside.

“Why did you go off on me like that” Jaebum asked.

“What? Are you serious? I had the right to go off on you. What do you mean? You mocked me in front of the whole class,” You said.

“You should’ve just kept your mouth shut, and dissociated yourself from people like always,” He scoffed.

*You turned looking at Jaebum, and pushed him against the wall and grabbed shirt by the neck*

“Yah,” You said while looking him in the eye.

“What,” He replied

“You should really shut your mouth before I shut it for you. Don’t you ever talk to me like you know who I am,” You said.

Jaebum grabbed your hand causing you to release and he then flipped you over, having your back against wall and slammed his hand on the wall.

“Yah. Don’t think you’re tough just because no one here is looking at us, let’s not forget you’re just a girl” He said angrily.

*slaps Jaebum*

“I’m not afraid of anyone including you, you’re not intimidating Jaebum. I chose to be quiet and disassociate myself because I don’t want to be involved with a bunch of noisy idiot losers like you,” You retorted.

With that you broke free from Jaebum and walked away having your back facing him. You waved off and said something to him.

“Don’t be so cocky with me. After all I’m the one who holds all of your dark horrible secrets that can ruin your image. I’m sure Bree wouldn't mind knowing what type of guy you are,” You said.

*You then turned around looking at Jaebum*

“Try me again and this time I’ll definitely humiliate you and ruin your ‘chic prince’ reputation,” You said while smiling.

*You turned around and left*

[kadyshackkk-blog]

Final Reckoning Episode One Review plus a little info from seasons past.

Hello World! Mtv’s Hit The Challenge Returned Tuesday July 10, 2018 at 9pm! This season is “the end of the challenge as we know it”. Which as of right now I’m calling total b.s. since well mtv the last few season has been “recreating” older seasons ie; The Challenge Invasion of the champions, a very sad and terrible attempt to recreate the iconic The Ruins. Then we went into Dirty 30, the longest season in existence and a horrible rip off of Free Agents which in my opinion was the last great season of the show. In the dirty 30 we had something called the purge aka lets fuck Darrell over and allow a bunch of idiots to run the show. Yes I am still bitter because Darrell was robbed out of a title that season and instead our winners were a racist and an anti feminist douche lord, I mean Camila and Jordan. Then we slide into Vendettas after that tragic second season of Champs V stars, which we won’t even talk about since it was a bunch of d list celebrities who i didnt even know and well the terrell owens aka the biggest bitch in the nfl. Moving along, on Vendettas we received a much needed invasion of new people from big brother and mtv uk! Be warned I have never watched mtv Uk shows or any big brother so I had zero idea who these people were but I was excited to see them! We also got from season 5 of are you the one Kam, Eddie, and Alicia. I loved that season of ayto and the people they chose to come onto vendettas made total sense. But what didn’t make any sense at all was the poor get rid of eddie they did. Now I will only say this once and the source that told me this is very credible since he was on their season of ayto he also doesn’t like either person involved however he dislikes eddie more. Simple fact is Alicia Lied, plan and simple. There was never a restraining order or anything of that nature. You can look it up online its public information in every state. Moving on from that, the additions from the uk were all very attractive, and before you gasp and say even Kyle?! Yes even Kyle , I feel like he looks better in person then he does on tv. The fights that season we’re beyond annoying . This was my face anytime Kailah or nicole spoke or were on my tv screen  

I give them both a chance every season they are on but they always make me regret giving said chance. The luggage throwing incident pissed me the fuck off. & Before you all go WeLL cArA dID iT To JOrdAn guess what she put a waterproof bag of his clothes in water omg get over it. Jemmeye Kailah & Britni Ganged up on kayleigh because of a rumor about her and bananas that Devin started to get Johnny thrown into elimination. It was not okay, it is never okay to touch someone elses belongings ever. I do not care, her stuff was broken and none of the actual apologized for it. 

Now for what you came for my review of the Challenge Final Reckoning Episode 1

First off I was hoping this season was a team season sadly it was just a rip off of the Rivals series which was only decent for rivals 1 and 2. Rivals 3 was ridiculous and a waste of time and energy. In the beginning we see everyone show up and Tj is all like guess what your partner is buried and you have to find them! oh and the last two teams will be sent home ending their time in south africa. Me as a view knowing damn well tj is full of shit 

We see Zach dig up his partner Amanda first. Listen I was very excited to hear that Amanda was coming back this season! I really was until all the twitter beef with cara, and unless you’ve been living under a rock you know exactly what I am talking about. (hint him and amanda won the challenge wooooooooh)

Here is everyones partnerships.

Zach & Amanda; Their beef seems a little forced since it’s about Amanda “making up” lies about jenna that even jenna confirmed was true. This team will go far if Zach learns how to work well with women.

Angela & Faith; I honestly don’t understand their beef, really over tor’i really. irrelevant ass team. Angela doesn’t have that same energy she did with Alicia when it comes to Shane and Kam. They won’t go far unless someone (cough cough angela sleeps with someone in power, pulling a veronica in the ruins when she hooked up with my favorite toothbrush twin evan.)

Dj Bald I mean Brad & hair plugs pathological liar I mean kyle; THIS TEAM MAKES ZERO SENSE YALL DEADASS MADE SOME SHIT UP. UHM HELLOOO DARRELL TAYLOR DID NOT WHOOP THAT ASS ON THE RUINS FOR ZERO REASON. Like mtv please stop calling kyle , he literally makes me want to stab him daily.

Cara & Marie; Listen these two have serious dislike for each other over a fucking tweet cara liked & it makes sense they are together. I honestly think this team will do well if Marie Actually fucking tries which i think she will. Tbh marie did campaign to be caras Partner.. However I feel like we as viewers deserved a coral cara team. Those two are both very strong women who need to work out their issues and become civil because I personally love them both.

Ct & Veronica; An og team, ct called v weak but she won more daily challenges then the majority of the girls on dirty 30 . A team to actually fear if they try and win 

Derrick & Tori; Yasssss my boo derrick is back!!!!!! Don’t tell tyler but i adore derrick and think hes amazing. I really like tori as well but her taste in men is just as questionable as mine. Back story tori cheated on derrick with jordan. therefor they don’t like each other.

Bananas & ??? : THIS LITERALLY COULD BE ANYBODY. I’m hoping its sarah so he can break his curse and retire because honestly no one can touch his record unless Landon came out of retirement or if production doesn’t keep fucking over darrell

Joss & Sylvia the sheep; Joss is Hot , and he voted sheep into the elimination and she got mad. damn well knowing she would’ve done the same thing. they do great.

Kam & Melissa; I love this team, this “rivalry” started over a misunderstanding I’m hoping they do well...

Natalie & Paulie; I don’t care enough to waste my time

Nelson & Shane; I’m actually started to like nelson, my dislike for him comes from my loyalty to tyler.. I love shane he is the sassy gay bff that I need in my life. This team will do well if nelson and shane both keep themselves in check

Mama Day & Jozea; I’ve never watched big brother but this team is by far my favorite big brother pairing, I follow both on twitter and they make me laugh daily. underdogs i stan

Britni & Chuck; The hotmess express team. Clearly still feelings there, chuck sucks for what he did to her, they will need to find a way to get past their issues

Jenna & Jemmeye; One of the best moves in challenge history caused this feud. they will do well, jemmeyes brain and jennas brawn.

Kailah & Kayleigh; Failah likes to bully others kayleigh was her victim last season. they’ll probably be out pretty early..

Now to the results of the challenge

Amanda and Zach won.

I’m not to sure about the rest of the order except for the fact Day & Jozea came in last but before jem & Jenna and Chuck & britni.

it was chucks fault him and brit lost 

it was jennas fault her and jem lost

but was anyone really in shock

So then we hear bananas yelling for help since his partner left due to family emergency everyone goes digs him up and if it was up to me he wouldve been sent “home” and not brit and chuck since they almost beat day and jozea.. after they get bananas hoe ass out tj announces that amanda and zach are able to send another team home! And out of all the teams these two dumb asses pick day and jozea. like uhm helllooooooo!!! ya’ll deadass had the chance to send send strong teams home... I can’t the stupidity of these two i can’t. SO  then the three teams leave and “go home”. Everyone goes to the house and already a fight breaks out between shane and angela, over a fucking shelf. Homegirl didn’t have the energy with shane like she did with Alicia , but we already knew she was a fraud. Then cut to outside where Joss and amanda are already flirting with each other. I will give credit is due, Amanda is a beautiful girl but has a very ugly soul and joss is very smart to hookup with her, camera time is everything and why not hook up with one of the most dramatic cast members ever. Cut to Syliva saying this could go great for her alliance or terribly for her alliance at least shes smart. The Que the amanda and joss makeout session. Then we cut to bananas cara and hair plugs talking about cara and kyle. Everything out of kyles mouth is a lie and garbage. Kyle states hes gonna sleep with other people and caras like cool whatever . The cut to faith and hairplugs making out, then faith gets into hottub and johnny being johnny brings it up in front of cara, and cara pulls a queen move by being like if he doesnt want me im not gonna wait around. boy bye best choice shes ever made. Then baby girl proceeded to go into a room and make herself look bad by trying to get at paulie. Like oh no baby what is you doing go to sleep and leave him alone..

Then we cut to the best part of the night in my opinion, first we see melissa walk in and try to be civil with kailah, failah wants zero part in it but melissa still tries because melissa wants to be nice then failah pushes melissa and melissa molly whopped her then they were pulled apart 

Everyone but kailah stans on twitter 

Then the teams who were “sent home” arrive at the redemption house and tj explains some shit i wasn’t paying attention because i didnt care at that point 

Then they go to the photoshoot day and Tj shows up which is never good..

Tells melissa and kailah they are both out ..

Now we dont know kam and kayleighs fate, we find out next week..

Over all this episode was awesome , the cliffhanger was needed , we had a fight some hook ups and a twist.

this season will be interesting to say the least. 

[swanqueeneverafter]

40. Shattered Illusions, Pt.1

The Land Without Magic. Boston. 1982 (The Snow Queen is walking along Boston's streets when she sees a psychic’s parlor. She enters.) Madame Faustina: “You have travelled a great distance, but I can help you. (Entering the main room from behind a curtain:) Madame Faustina is here.” Snow Queen: “Sorceress, can you use your powers of crystal gazing to show me a girl not yet born?” Madame Faustina: “This girl is special to you?” Snow Queen: “Very much so. At the age of 28, she will arrive in a town called Storybrooke.” Madame Faustina: “Madame Faustina knows all. Come. (Motions for Ingrid to take a seat:) The crystal ball awaits. (Sitting opposite her:) How will you express your gratitude?” Snow Queen: “Thank you.” Madame Faustina: “Payment. How... How will you pay me?” Snow Queen: (Removes her necklace and hands it over:) “Will this do?” Madame Faustina: (Seemingly satisfied:) “Spirits of the ball, hear me and obey. I see... A child.” Snow Queen: “Yes.” Madame Faustina: “A girl... Who is... Special.” Snow Queen: “Yes. She has many gifts. Tell me more.” Madame Faustina: “The child's name is... Susan.” (The Snow Queen abruptly leaves the parlor.) Snow Queen: “Liar! Her name will be Emma Swan! The Apprentice's scroll promises this!” Madame Faustina: “I don't know nothin' about a scroll. Now get outta here or you're gonna get a wicked beating.” Snow Queen: “Where I'm from, charlatans such as yourself are severely punished.” (Attempts to use her powers.) Madame Faustina: (Holds up her baseball bat:) “Last warning, fruitcake. Hit the bricks.” Snow Queen: “Your trickery changes nothing. (Turns and walks away, to herself:) I will find Emma. She is coming, and I will find her. And I will wait for her as long as I must. And then I will have what I deserve.” Storybrooke. Present. (The Snow Queen walks through the streets watching as Storybrooke’s residents attempt to tear each other apart. Happy shoots at Leroy with a crossbow.) Leroy: (Running for his life:) “He's coming! He's coming!” Happy: “And I ain't happy!” At The Sheriff’s Station. (Mary Margaret sit in their respective jail cells staring coldly at one another.) Mary Margaret: “Prince Charming. Finally I'm seeing you clearly.” David: “And what do you see?” Mary Margaret: “A fraud. A shepherd who has no business being royalty.” David: “Well, I see a spoiled little princess who ran away from her troubles, who always runs away!” Mary Margaret: “I can't believe I had a child with you.” David: “Two children! Why is it so easy for you to forget about our firstborn? Is it because you banished her to another land rather than raise her yourself?” Mary Margaret: “We both agreed on that!” David: “No, you decided, like you always do.” Mary Margaret: “And you went along with it.” David: “Yeah, because God knows we couldn’t let the Evil Queen defeat Snow White.” Mary Margaret: “Regina wouldn’t have let us be together anyway.” David: “You don’t know that!” Mary Margaret: “What the hell do you think her curse was about you idiot?!” Kristoff: (Handcuffed to a desk:) “You know, if this is what marriage is like, I'm glad you keep postponing ours.” Anna: (Sighs:) “You don't mean that, Kristoff. It's the spell.” Kristoff: “No. I'm seeing clearly now, too. I'm beginning to think that this haircut wasn't my only bad idea.” Anna: “I know this isn't really you. I know it. But it's still upsetting, so I'm just... I'm gonna go see my sister. And you just stay here handcuffed where you can't hurt anybody... But me... With your words.”

(Anna walks over to the sheriff’s office where Emma and Elsa have taken refuge.) Emma: (Rocking baby Neal in her arms:) “My parents... That's not who they are.” Elsa: “They're their worst selves. It's like when Anna put me in that urn. She didn't mean what she said either... I hope.” Anna: (Enters the office:) “I didn't. That doesn't make any of this less horrible.” Elsa: (They hug:) “It's okay. You're immune. We all are. And we're together.” Emma: “It's gonna be all right. Remember, I'm the Savior.” Anna: “Is that like, a real job here?” Emma: “Apparently, it is. I promised all these people I'd get them their happy endings. And I will. I'm just not sure how at this moment.” Anna: “I think I might have an idea. Do you know how the Snow Queen got the idea for the curse? It's from a legend called the Trolden Glass.” Emma: “Never heard of it.” Anna: “Its origin isn't important. What matters is how they broke the curse.” Elsa: “What was done?” Anna: “Uh, to break the spell... Oh. They had to kill the King. So in this case, that would mean Ingrid.” Elsa: “I don't believe killing is ever the answer. Are you sure we can't reason with her?” Emma: “She's beyond that. We all want another way, but if it comes down to her or the town, I'm gonna do what has to be done.” Elsa: “But...” Emma: “We're out of options. Anna, how are you with kids?” Anna: “I love kids. (Emma gives Anna her brother:) Wait.” Emma: “Elsa, we should get going.” Anna: “Wait. I'm the babysitter? The Snow Queen is my aunt, too. If this is what has to happen, I wanna be by your side.” Emma: “Anna, sorry, but someone has to stay here with everyone else.” Elsa: “Emma's right. Stay with Kristoff.” (Emma kisses her baby brother on the head then leaves the office.) Anna: “But this was my plan.” Elsa: “I know it was. You're the smartest person I know, and you're my sister, which means you need to stay safe. Ingrid is a problem that Emma and I have to solve.” Anna: “Do you trust Emma?” Elsa: “I do. She's my friend.” Anna: “Then go.” (Elsa leaves to follow Emma as Mary Margaret and David continue fighting.) Kristoff: “Keep it down! God!” Regina’s Vault. (Meanwhile, Regina is trying to escape from her vault.) Regina: “Ugh! Ugh! Sealed in my own vault?! Ugh! This is... This is... This is the Snow bitch's doing. And that damn niece of hers. I should've incinerated her the moment she arrived. This is what I get for being subtle! (Passes her mirror:) What the hell am I wearing? (Regina uses her magic to dress as the Evil Queen. Smiling at her reflection:) I've missed you.”

Mr. Gold’s Shop. (Hook enters.) Hook: “Where's the missus? She turned homicidal on you yet?” Mr. Gold: “None of your business. What kept you?” Hook: “Well, it's like swimming with sharks out there. The minute one of them tastes blood, they'll tear each other apart.” Mr. Gold: “Well, count your blessings you're not one of them.” Hook: “Why was I spared the cloud's curse?” Mr. Gold: “Because your heart wasn't in your chest, dearie. It was here in my shop with me. In protective custody, so to speak.” Hook: “What is it you need, Crocodile?” Mr. Gold: “Once I finish packing, I'm gonna take Belle to the town line. I need you to find Henry and do the same thing.” Hook: “So you still think you're leaving?” Mr. Gold: “Oh, ye of little faith. Tomorrow night, when the stars in the sky align with the stars in the hat, I shall finally cleave myself from this dagger and be on the other side of that ice wall before dawn.” Hook: “Are you saying there's a bloody way out of here?” Mr. Gold: “Dark One always finds a way.” Hook: “Well, if the Dark One is so powerful, why doesn't he magic his grandson to his side?” Mr. Gold: “Because that would require me knowing where his mothers have locked him away for safekeeping. Now unless you really, really have no need for that tongue, I suggest you slither back outside into the hostile current and find Henry. (Holds up a vial of red powder:) You'll be needing this.” Hook: (Takes it:) “You won't win. Villains never do.” Mr. Gold: “Don't be ridiculous, dearie. When Belle and Henry wake up tomorrow morning in New York City, they won't remember a thing about tonight. I'll tell them the Snow Queen destroyed Storybrooke, whilst I saved everyone I could. I won't be a villain. I'll be a hero.” (Hook leaves.) Any Given Sundae. (The Snow Queen is in her ice cream shop. She makes some ice cream marked ‘Carrot Sherbet’ disappear from a pot, revealing two hidden rocks, much like the Rock Trolls of Arendelle use. The Snow Queen leaves her shop to find Emma and Elsa waiting for her.) Emma: “Stop.” Elsa: “This must end, Ingrid.” Emma: “Our magic is a part of us now. We control it, and we control it really well.” Snow Queen: “I'm so proud of you both. You've finally embraced who you truly are.” (Elsa and Emma try to use their powers on the Snow Queen but they fail.) Elsa: “Emma.” Emma: “Again.” (Nothing happens apart from the ribbons around their wrists begin to glow.) Snow Queen: “The love that flows through our ribbons is without equal. Its strength protects the life-force that we all now share.” Elsa: “She's made it impossible for us to hurt her.” Emma: “We gotta get these things off.” Snow Queen: “There's no need. Soon, you won't want to hurt me. Soon, you will love me. For real.” 

The Land Without Magic. Richfield. Minnesota. 1999. (At Ingrid's house, Emma is being bullied by one of the other foster kids.) Kevin: “Hey, look what the new girl brought with her.” Emma: “Give it to me!” Ingrid: “Give it back, Kevin. The camera is Emma's, not yours. We respect property in this household, don't we, Kevin?” Kevin: “Yes, ma'am.” (Hands the camera to Ingrid then leaves the room.) Ingrid: (Returning the camera:) “Here you go, Emma. It's okay, sweetie. I know you're new here, but you're gonna be just fine. (She leaves, to the others:) Okay, lights out in 15! Don't forget to brush your teeth!” Kevin: (Returning:) “It's your choice, sweetie. You can either give me that camera tomorrow or I can make your life a living hell.” Later That Evening. (Emma sneaks downstairs, about to run away.) Ingrid: (Switches on a light, surprising Emma:) “I made us some cocoa. Wanna join me?” Emma: “No.” Ingrid: “Suit yourself. You know, by my count, there are 15 separate subconscious signs or ‘tells’ that a new foster child displays when they're going to run away on his or her first night. In the brief time we were together, you showed seven. Not that I blame you. When I was younger, I did the same thing.” Emma: “You ran away?” Ingrid: “I tried to. People in my life, they, uh, they intervened. Do you wanna know why?” Emma: “Does it matter?” Ingrid: “It did to me. They stopped me because they cared about me.” Emma: “Lucky you.” Ingrid: “No. Lucky you. Because now that you're living under my roof, I'm gonna care for you the way they cared for me.” Emma: “Yeah, well, don't waste your time. I'm not interested.” Ingrid: “Hmm. Suit yourself. Go. I won't stop you.” Emma: “You won't?” Ingrid: “No. Go on. More cocoa for me. (As Emma heads for the door:) I understand how difficult it must be to live under the same roof as someone like Kevin, who's deathly afraid of spiders. Any spiders, really. Small spiders. Big spiders. Even the rubber ones I keep in my desk. In the drawer on the right. Behind the box of staples. Poor Kevin. It's a shame you can't stay, Emma.” Emma: “Maybe... Maybe I could hang around for one more day.” Ingrid: “Works for me.” (They share a smile.) Storybrooke. Present. Mr. Gold’s Shop. (Emma and Elsa enter Mr. Gold's shop.) Emma: “Gold? Belle? You in here? They're gone.” Elsa: “Then what do we do?” Emma: “We do it ourselves.” (Emma tries to cut her ribbon with a dagger from a display case.) Storybrooke. Main Street. (In the street the citizens are fighting. Hook manages to walk by unmolested.)

Storybrooke Sheriff’s Station. (Anna peers through the blinds, observing what’s happening outside as the Charming’s continue to bicker.) David: “That's ridiculous.” Mary Margaret: “At least I know how to swaddle our child correctly.” David: “I swaddle him perfectly.” Mary Margaret: “He's a baby, not a breakfast burrito.” Anna: “Stop it. (Walking to stand in front of them:) I mean, I have to say I expected more from the two of you. Use your heads. Think back to what it was like before the spell changed you. Sure, you had issues with each other, but they were minor.” David: “Minor? Minor? When I first met her, she hit me in the face. If that wasn't a sign, I don't know what is.” Mary Margaret: “Yes, you responded by hanging me in a net from a tree. You're a real prince charming.” Anna: “Yes, he is Prince Charming, and you're Snow White. And those things sound terrible but they also sound romantic. Can't you see that? 'Cause if you can see that, then maybe you can defeat this dark spell.” Mary Margaret: “Someone slip me a poison apple and put me out of my misery.” Kristoff: “Oh! Me! Pick me!” David: “Oh, shut it, Ice Man.” Kristoff: “Ice Man? Who you calling Ice Man, stable boy?” David: “I'm calling you Ice Man. And you're from Arendelle. What are you doing selling ice? The whole place is frozen!” Kristoff: “Ice is a very important commodity.” Mary Margaret: “You know what, Swiss Miss? You do know me. I pick flowers. I talk to birds. I do all kinds of warm, fuzzy things. And you know what else? I kill. Yeah, that's right. Snow White's a murderer. I killed the Evil Queen's mommy. And I said I was sorry... And I didn't mean it.” Anna: “That's horrible.” Mary Margaret: “Still wanna hold hands, sing ‘Zip-a-dee-doo-dah’?” (Anna rolls her eyes and walks away.) At Mr. Gold's Shop. (Having used most of the sharp, pointy items in the store to cut their ribbons, Emma finally quits in frustration.) Emma: “I give up. It's useless. The magic protecting this ribbon is just too powerful.” Elsa: “I guess the Snow Queen meant what she said about her love.” Emma: “I'm sorry. I was too busy thinking of ways to punch her to retain that.” Elsa: “She said the love flowing through our ribbons was without equal.” Emma: “Maybe without equal, but not without an opposite that's equally strong.” Elsa: “What?” Emma: “If her amplified love put these ribbons on our wrists, then maybe what we need is someone's equally amplified hatred to get them off.” Elsa: “Emma you're a bit prickly, but you're certainly not hate-able.” Emma: “I'm prickly?” Elsa: (Quickly:) “Uh who did you have in mind?” Emma: “Who knows more about hatred than Regina?” Elsa: (Unsure:) “If you let Regina out while she's under the influence of the Snow Queen's curse, she'll kill everyone in Storybrooke.” Emma: “Yeah, she'll try. But right now, it's...” Elsa: “A theory.” Emma: “The best chance we have. If Storybrooke wants to survive, Regina needs to hate like she's never hated before.” Elsa: “And how’re you going to achieve that?” Emma: (Smiles:) “Not me, you.” Approaching The Vault. (As Elsa and Emma are walking to the vault, Regina, from inside, senses their presence.) 

[aleatoryalarmalligator]

Life Story Part 55

I think perhaps in my own way, I was starting to attempt to reframe Mike as a father figure to me in replacement of my own father, so when he went cold towards me for having accused Jenni of being a liar – though I had already tried my best to explain that I didn't mean it as derogatorily as he felt I had, it was a great disappointment to me personally. I was left feeling to a degree that I should never ever have opened myself up to trusting anyone – and I was sorry I had ever let myself open up at all. I had also grown sort of fond of my mother's boyfriend Danny as well. I had started to want to regard him as a permanent stepfather – the cool kind of step parent at the very least. It wasn't that I was all that enthralled with him, but he was nice to us, and at times he seemed to make some sort of an effort to get to know us – which was endearing and certainly the sign of good stepparent material. He let me sit at his computer for as long as I wanted.  He bought us food. He joked around with us. In light of these positive moments, I tried to refrain from thinking about the times he made my mother feel small and stupid, as is the universal temptation to discount the crimes of someone you want to like. I knew that there was problems between my mother and Danny – that it probably wouldn't work out. I could always tell things weren't working out when my mother started talking about marriage like it was coming up. Perhaps it was a sort of denial she had. I didn't know the details, and I wanted to more or less keep it that way. I was just starting to trust Danny a little bit – and maybe, just maybe, I would grow to see him as a new stepfather of sorts. It didn't work out that way.

Danny had privately been knocking my mom's self esteem down quite a lot – intentionally and abusively. I didn't see a lot of it, but he was making a lot of comments about her being old and fat. He was a very phony guy. And what I didn't notice then that I do now is that he was a very empty person. He would smile and make jokes and seem like an oh so nice fella, but it didn't come off as quite real when you got to know him. And even the barflies were onto his game, often stating that he was a nutbag or a fraud – though he was one of the richer and better looking ones of their lowly lot and generally speaking he should have remained popular for that reason alone in the smoky taverns of lost people. There was something really wrong with Danny. He just didn't seem to have any compassion or understand other people – but was very good at functioning as though he did to such a degree that it was hard to tell at first. He wasn't the type to fly into a rage. He was decent at gift-giving and favors. But the reason he did those nice things seemed to have nothing connected to caring about the person he had done the nice thing for – like it wasn't computing.

He subtly seemed to respect positions of power, and many of his kind reactions or softness seemed almost mechanical after awhile, like a conscious decision almost. He was also deeply selfish – he seemed to only be proud of his material belongings like his Harley or his 40,000$ truck. Never a word did he ever reflect on why. He never talked about himself in a meaningful way. He was insanely phony, but it more or less flowed off him freely – were other toxic people I have known tend to suffer with themselves in the end – have mixed feelings about who they are, struggle with regret and cognitive dissonance, there were none of that with Danny; it just seemed that nothing phased him. I hesitate to go diagnosing anyone generally, for the obvious reasons I am not a doctor, but I do sometimes wonder if Danny was a sociopath and I categorize him as such due to the nature of his innerworkings.

Eventually I stopped trusting Danny, and it came as a bit of a blow to my personal trust. He and my mother were fighting a lot, while I was away, which was most the time. Aside from making her feel used up and ugly with quiet mean spirited jabs, he had a way of making you feel like something was your fault. As an example, he would want to take my mother out drinking some nights. My mom didn't really want to drink anymore, but she would do anything for Danny of course. So she would get dressed up to go out with him. Instead of telling her she looked pretty, he would quietly make a comment about how silly he made her look since she dressed up to go out with him. She would become extremely embarrassed and request that perhaps she should go back to the room and change into something more casual, but then he would mock her for that as well.

Then when they got to the bar, he would make a comment that he didn't want her to drink too much. So she would avoid drinking while she and him were at the bar together. By this time, he was basically one hundred percent in control. She could only drink or wear what he wanted her to, but she knew as well that she didn't have any of his approval whatsoever, and she was at his mercy. She'd be a ball of nervousness. When she abstained from drinking as he had told her to, he would quietly berate her for not drinking – seeing it as some kind of personal insult to him and all he had done for her – bothered taking her out and the like. This would make her confused and ashamed of herself, and she would then try to drink to make him happy, but then he would call her a drunk and tell her she was an idiot for trying to drink when she clearly didn't want to, essentially gaslighting her. At this point he would accuse her of getting aggressive with him and her drinking was a sign that she was mad at him and wanted to get drunk and fight – which he was 'too classy to get mixed up in' being Mr. quiet jackass that he was. Basically, he just gaslighted her constantly all day every day. This example was how they did everything, and even though my mom was already neurotic, I think this really caused her to be emotionally unhinged and lost about who sh was. It was causing her to act like a little child. She would even talk in a little child's voice – and when anyone said anything to her for the rest of the weekend, commenting that for instance she might have burned the toast in the oven on accident, she would take it extremely personal about it and take out on us what Danny had been doing to her, stating that we were attacking her.

What's more, Danny was intentionally trapping my mom in situations with her friends at the bar and even with us kids to make it look like she was the crazy one – not him. He made it look like she was acting crazy at him for no reason. And then when she did this in front of everyone, he would look around at all of us, and point to her and say 'hey, your mom is crazy huh kids?' She was so nervous at this point that she was making all kinds of errors in her thinking – and this only made things even worse. It was really horrible, and Danny would immediately jump her case on everything she said wrong. I was so focused on school,that I didn't really see this entirely. Had I known, I would have punched his lights out. I don't particularly care for my mom to be honest. But I would never for a second let someone treat her this way. It isn't that she is a kind person, or some kind of saint – since I have also seen her act cruelly and play her own vicious games with people. What I know about her is that she's also a very vulnerable person and very easy to pick to pieces. She just never grew past the severe abuse of her childhood, she never was empowered as a woman – she was always under some controlling man's wing. She permanently fixed at the age of nine in many ways. Intense trauma and having had nothing to fall back on as a child, that's who she is now. She's forever damaged, and damaging.

Danny was friends with my neighbor next door by my father's house back in Kendrick. The two men worked together at the same factory – it's a small world in the rural inland northwest. Of course, ever since my sister Roxanne got pregnant at twelve, rumors spread about us Sanborns in general, about the divorce, about me, my father, my sisters and such – most of what was being said was malicious and untrue -as is the typical way that small towns talk. The rumor about my mother was that she did a lot of heroin and abandoned us entirely. This was sort of true – but not entirely, and certainly not a fair assessment. She had been a terrible mother but she had still seen us on weekends. She had done meth, but mostly she drank to excess – and Danny knew this about my mother – and what she had been recovering from. To her credit, she had made some attempts to get to know us that previous few years. In any case, Danny was in no position to judge her at all, since he had done some crazy stuff for cocaine in the 80's, but whatever. I guess it is all pointless now – nor is this some kind of purity contest, other than he was in no position to judge her.

So one night when I was at the computer, Danny wanted to talk to me about my mom after starting a bunch of false conversations about something else to loosen up my tongue a bit I suppose. He was very nice about it. He seemed to really listen to me and understand – he gave off this phony sense of understanding and fair consideration. He quizzed me on my relationship with my mother. I told him that we hadn't been close, that she had partied, but that I forgave her – and I knew she had pretty much gotten her life together all things considered. I had no qualms with her, and it didn't matter much to me since I was more interested in living my own life. Mostly I was happy she had gotten better. I didn't spin it that negatively in any way. I don't even think I told him very much. Obviously, she and my father had fucked up my life by forcing me to babysit among many other painful but I didn't bother talking about that. He didn't get a whole lot out of me, but what I did say, he used against my mom in a fight – with the 'verification from our lousy neighbors, misconstruing it into something to further cut deeper and hurt her even more. This hurt my mom's feelings a lot. She was confused and felt like Danny and I had teamed up to attack her. When she talked about it with me, her eyeballs seemed to bounce around tragically in  their sockets. And I was at loss for words. I tried to explain to my mom that I hadn't meant anything personal about it. We both knew what the truth was, and what I had said to him wasn't exactly secret. She didn't seem to understand the nature of the way I had been asked, or the nature of the way I had made the exchange in conversation. I for some reason just hadn't thought of a person using what I had told them against her like that. And then he kicked us all out.

I was very enraged and vowed to not tell people about my family life anymore unless I knew them better. I felt betrayed that he had used my personal pain and my own life as a cheap weapon against her. I supposed it hurt too, since he had lucidly began seeing him as a stepdad. This happened around the same time that Mike had closed me off, so between these two, I really just had to face the facts. In reality, my father was my father. I could not go out and get a new one. As unhappy of a relationship I had with my dad was, I guess I kind of knew for sure that he was never going to take a step out of that role – close me off or cut those kinds of ties. He was still someone that I had to be afraid of, had to emotionally tiptoe around, and he was not a friend of mine. But he had still sacrificed and made an effort on my behalf at several points in my life – as paradoxical as it sounds given everything that had happened. Which sounds like I am cheering on behalf of my father because of Mike and Danny, but in reality, this was more of a painful acceptance than it was any kind of blissful epiphany. It kind of stung a little. I just had to accept that I was going on seventeen and it was probably a bit late in the game to be finding new parents.

Sarah's car was really a miracle, driving to and fro from Moscow and back in the winter. That little blue Honda was really something. It almost felt like our friend. It snowed heavily every other day and still this old car kept working while many cars slid or broke down everyday on our drive up. But it was only a matter of time of course, before it was dark and cold outside and the vehicle ended up breaking down on us anyway on a farmer's road (which we took because it was a shortcut from the main road), and we were left out in the black cold night to figure out what to do next. It would still be several more years before Kendrick had cellphone reception, so we had nobody to call for the time being – and I don't think Sarah even had a cellphone yet come to think of it. My first reaction to cars breaking down, as absurd as it is, is a disappointment that the music stopped playing, and I have to consciously force myself to see the bigger issues. We ended up walking to this house that was down the ways – which we were actually lucky we broke down somewhat close to (there were places that were ten miles from the nearest house). We knocked on the door and low and behold, it was my old Agriculture, Future Farmers of America teacher Mrs. Gulke's home, of all people. She was actually really nice which was strange given she was a humorless resentful and angry woman at school. She seemed like a completely different person outside of school. In the end, she let us use her phone, gave us something warm to drink. Her and her husband actually wanted to go out and see what was wrong with the car themselves. Quite a different side of her I suppose.

That ended up working out more or less. I don't remember what was wrong with the vehicle, but Sarah's step dad Jim looked at it and fixed that problem. But then, a month after that the car ended up breaking down once more. This time we were just on the outskirts of Moscow – it was even colder out, and we drove into a side road to park it. It happened very fast. We had decided to get out of the Honda and were kind of in a daze wondering what to do next – it was snowing, the sky was that weird pinkish color – as skies get that way when you combine city lights and snow and we could see our breath and we looked at one another misgivingly. Almost immediately, we heard a gleeful drunkenly happy voice call out to us by name- which was incredibly surreal and familiar to us, and there was Ava in the driver seat of the car her parents had bought her, with a gaggle of high teenagers in the back seats. We wearily explained our predicament to Ava, who delighted and jovial suggested we  ride down to Kendrick with her, and to get on in the car.  I really didn't want to get in the car with Ava. She was a shitty driver when sober as it was. But I guess we didn't feel like we had any other alternative. I always kind of wondered why Ava showed up just at that moment. It seemed almost too perfect. The road was incredibly untraveled, and not many people lived out there. The fact that Ava just happened to show up and save us at that moment always struck me as incredibly odd. It seemed odd enough to me, where I almost took it like a message from the universe somehow.

Might I add, Ava was high and possibly drunk. The people in the back seats that we slipped into the backseat with were actively smoking weed, and the whole back seat was nothing but a cloud of potsmoke.

The whole car ride home, Ava swerved all over the the road, constantly changing cds and laughing manically. At one point a deer ran into the road, and it caused Ava to swerve into the other side of the road and almost hit another vehicle. Ava just laughed it off. Sarah and I were sitting next to each other in the back seat. We looked over at one another nervously.   I was also very worried about getting high by second hand smoke. I was so overly worried about it, that I was doing things like holding my breath and trying to breath through my sleeve without looking lame to the other passengers. It was so smoky in that car, it didn't even seem real to me. Obviously, my fears were greatly exaggerated. I had the reefer madness scare going on, though even had I not, getting second hand high in a cloud of marijuana fog trapped in the backseat with a bunch of stoned strangers listening to Incubus, while Ava drove like a madwoman down the snowy grade in the dark night against my will wasn't exactly my idea of a decent first time to try it.

So I did what I could to avoid getting high by trying to breath the air that primarily came out of a crack in the backseat window, but that naturally started not to work. I can't say I was totally stoned out of my mind, but Sarah and I both started feeling the effects eventually. I noticed my temperature change considerably. My mind took on a foggy quality – not crazy blurry, but more like I was living more in myself if that makes any sense, and I became very nervous and antsy simultaneously, though that could easily have been stressed induced by the real circumstance I was in – I could not tell. It didn't quite effect me like I thought it would have. I grew up thinking you took a hit of weed and you were suddenly immersed in some kind of psychedelic trippy atmosphere of color, with some cliché 60's guitar solo from Deep Purple, Cream, or Jimi Hendrix's All Along the Watchtower playing all around you, and you would not be able to control yourself and you would begin to hippie dance and everything in your mind would just shut down. In reality, I felt very much like I was still me. I still was aware in many respects. I just felt kind of off – not unlike skipping a night of rest in it's degree of effect – but not even that profoundly. It wasn't over the top. And it didn't even effect me that much really. Other than paranoid a little, I was still perfectly capable of clear thinking and comprehension.

When we finally got into Kendrick, Ava had mysteriously become annoyed with us, which I didn't take to mean anything, because that was just how Ava was. When I got out of the back seat, my legs were unusually wobbly. For some reason, my feet felt like I was stepping on holes that were about a third the size of my feet, and I had to think about how to walk – since for some reason my body didn't want to naturally go, so each step was very carefully taken. I attribute this to the weed. I went into the house, and Maria had made dinner. Normally, I am thoughtful about how many servings I go for, but I went crazy on the food immediately. I was shaking with fatigue and this intense craving for food – which  I assumed to be the munchies. I gobbled up my plate of food, then went for seconds and thirds, and afterwards, Maria had bought prepackaged deli cookies, the kind that mostly taste like flour and Crisco frosting and she gave me some of them, not my favorite, but they tasted heavenly. I had never eaten such a delicious cookie in my entire life. I told Maria about what had happened as I gobbled the food and she looked at me with amusement. I made her promise not to tell my father. I think under the circumstances he might not have blamed me for getting high, given the unwilling accidental nature of it, but I just felt it would be safer if he didn't know. You never know when this kind of thing might come back to haunt you.

For a few days before Christmas Break started, Sarah and I had to skip class because the roads were too bad to drive on. This set us close to getting our credits taken away, but in the end we made it work just barely. One of the days that I missed, I accidentally took too many diet pills, vitamins in one setting on an empty stomach, with only one big cup of coffee, which was too much coffee for me – as I am a weak little thing in the face of caffeine. I ended up finding out only too late that I had overdone it with the vitamins and caffeine and that I should have paced myself and eaten something before I jumped into it and foolishly decided to take all of these things at once, and I threw up, which in the end caused me to miss a day of school, and I was regretful of that. It was the first time in my life where I actually was sorry to have missed class.

Then before I knew it, Christmas break came and went. I don't remember as much what I got for Christmas that year, though I do remember getting A Clockwork Orange, which I finally watched two years after Zack had recommended it to me. I was mesmerized by the film, and end up watching it over and over again, and it's still one of my very favorites. I didn't go outside much anymore. I just stayed in doors, where it was warm. I started listening to a lot of early Black Sabbath for awhile there, and for a short stint of time, Black Sabbath was my favorite band. I falsely became some kind of early 70's hard rock enthusiast, but then that phase passed by within a month's time. It was never to be and I was once more absorbed by Radiohead, David Bowie, Bob Dylan and The White Stripes like normal.

One night, after visiting with Sarah for the day, I came home to Allison telling Maria she refused to go to bed. It was something she was too old for, given she was ten or eleven. Her reasoning was that she was afraid of the dark entryway and stairway. Admittedly, I think everyone who ever lived in that house felt extremely uncomfortable in that area of the house, it's cold, antiquated, there is no light, it just feels like someone is looming at you, and the door creaked and echoed up to the tall narrow ceilings– but I sort of knew that Allison had gone upstairs before, and she was doing this because she was feeling challenged that Maria was telling her what to do.

I should probably point out that by this point, I was no longer a horrible sister, nor did I get violent urges anymore. I no longer felt the animosity or need to be harsh or mean towards either Allison or David based on how I was feeling. I was learning well the art of internally dealing with crippling depression and rage by writing about it and dissecting it, and I left them out of whatever I was going through emotionally, and I tended to think about how I behaved around them quite a bit. But it's also important for me to say too that for them, the dynamics and the mental hurt I had caused was still very much real and part of our family. Both of them were still very much subconsciously resentful towards me for how I had treated them, and to be honest – raised them, since my parent's were both gone so much. They always felt threatened by me, no matter how collected I was towards them, and they at the same time would go out of their way to sort of serve me or entertain me for my approval – but at the same time wanted to see power stripped from me. In short, their self esteems were damaged by me.

I told Allison that I would help her go up to her bedroom and would even visit with her for a bit before she fell asleep. I did this hoping she would comply and stop fighting Maria on it. Neither Allison nor Maria were being functional, and I thought this functional solution would damper Allison's aversion to being told what to do. Allison was/is one of the stubbornest people I have ever known. She didn't like this answer at all. Her face coiled resentfully, and she angrily said no to this suggestion, given that it was one more person tell her what to do, and it was a win for Maria – and she would be forced to go to bed – which she obviously didn't want. So she refused to go up there anyway – stating that it was still scary. I tried to point out that we had literally gone up there together every night, but this only further angered her. And when I tried to ask her why she wailed at me furiously, and then I foolishly tried to grab her hand to guide her to the steps, and she suddenly screamed out in pain as though I had struck her, and then she threw herself onto the ground and began flailing and screaming in agony begging me to stop beating her. I just stood there looking down at her confused since I had barely grazed her hand at all.

Looking at her face, I could see a moment of self realization dawn as she realized that she had made this a one sided thing. She had hoped I think to get me to participate in the act of victimizing her – to in a sense I think, put her back in control in this weird way. I think she had been hoping that I would suddenly try to grab her or possibly hit her I guess. People are strange. But I didn't do anything but look down at her confused and mildly annoyed. I was mostly annoyed – not because she wasn't going to bed which I almost didn't care. Being an older teenager means you stop caring what your child-siblings do I think, but I was mad that she was accusing me of beating her. She stopped flailing eventually after I walked away, but continued to scream in this hoarse high pitch noise. She looked around as she did this, as she was attempting in her way to get attention, and eventually stopped when nobody was impressed. I was pretty irate that she had accused me of beating her, and I told her that she was acting like a baby and she should know better than to lie about it. Then I walked away and went to bed in a huff. I wasn't even deeply upset by this or anything. It just was a sort of insult to the truth.

So, Maria had been watching this whole thing happen. She knew I had not attacked Allison. She even agreed with me in the living room after the fact. But for whatever twisted reason, she decided to tell my father this made up story that I had been screaming and crying and threatening to kill myself and screaming that I hated them all and threatening them, and that I had started the whole thing out of thin air. Why on earth Maria decided to lie about this, I shall never know. It's not that I was actually a ball of joy by any means, but in that situation I had reacted mostly reasonably. My mind was so deep into reading and studying Shakespeare, being mad at Sarah, or longing for and holding onto Zack in some weird metaphoric way. I didn't get mad about the sibling stuff so much anymore. My best guess is that Maria wanted to try to use the situation to see if my father would react negatively towards me. She wanted to see what would happen. Maria had been known to do things like that growing up, and I guess she just wanted to cause some drama.

In any case, I talked to Allison about it a few days later, and though she was hesitant to even discuss it, she admitted that I had not beaten her, nor had I screamed out anything about suicide. And she had the decency to back me up when I explained it to my father.

I guess Allison in school by this time was throwing those same sorts of fits in class. I wasn't around much during this time so I didn't honestly hear about it too often. I think Allison really struggled as the middle child in our dysfunctional family unit. She had a naturally outgoing attention seeking personality, and for the most part, our parents have overlooked her for David, our youngest brother. And then there was me, and while I had it the roughest in a lot of ways, there was also a certain kind of trust you build with your parents and also a certain level of freedom you get from being the oldest. Allison was being severely neglected. I am not sure that my mom ever entirely wanted Allison to be honest. And our dad wouldn't even both to listen to Allison talk. He didn't take her seriously as a person. So for someone so outgoing and in need of approval, it was a shame that she was put in the worst position.

So Allison always felt ignored and out of place. And neither  Allison nor I had a mother's touch in our life, and I could relate to that having been in her shoes as a 3rd/ 4th/5th grader. Looking back at all our school pictures, Allison and I both had terrible unkept hair, and ratty unmatching clothes. Low self esteems. And while I dealt with my stress by diving into my imagination so deeply that very few things peaked my interest enough to come out, Allison didn't have the same way of dealing with it. She needed attention,and she had to get it any way any how. She didn't really have any friends like I had, not to say my pals were great, but they did exist for me to some extent. She had one friend – a boy named Garen who seemed to have a crush on her, which didn't end up lasting that long.

Allison would explode when people were mean to her in class, and it was out of hand. She locked herself in the closet, she threw her books, pushed over the desks, tried to cut other girl's hair off. And though David was a bit more reserved, he was not apposed to reacting strongly to being made fun of. I suppose it would be fair to say that both of them had more dignity than I did. I had dealt with the same feelings myself, but rather than lash out, I sort of became like a jellyfish when people were cruel to me, crawling deep into my own mental caves. David dealt with his stress by punching out other boys who caused him problems, often with my father's approval, since he saw it as macho – an extension of his own 'machoness'. Often times, David had not started it – at least not in school. He was very polite in school and in public generally without provocation, but couldn't really handle any form of rudeness whatsoever – which is inevitable in your typical elementary school, especially for us Sanborns. David was/is highly sensitive, I would say to the point where it nearly made him nonfunctioning. So when kids at school were mean to him, he beat them up and he and Allison both earned their reputations.

Allison was more known to throw tantrums in class. She had to be sent home from school a lot. She attacked students while in class, throwing her books at them and the teacher in a hysteric state that made her infamous in school. A lot of it was based on a deep need for attention that she wasn't getting any of at home, being the middle child from a set of neglectful parents. She once was upset during the middle of a lesson in class, and once screaming, intentionally she shoved her head in between the bars underneath the desk chair in a way so that her head couldn't come out. And then she flailed and screamed, and they had to get professionals in to squeeze her head out, all while the entire class looked on. It's funny to laugh at sometimes these days, but it really was sign that something was very wrong.  Nobody was paying any attention to Allison or recognizing that she needed help. And what was strange is that almost all of the teachers didn't see her outlandish behavior as a sign that she needed help or had some serious problems at home. Some even went so far as to side with her bullies, because to them Allison was just making their job more difficult and that was all they were willing to recognize.

That winter, I began reading to Allison and David. I guess for me, I was looking back at all the things that I had not known or had the tools to figure out at their age. I wish someone had shown me how to reflect on these ideas, rather than be forced day after day into a painful meaningless humiliating existence. For the most part, my aesthetic, the principles of living what I felt was a life of authenticity and integrity, the way you navigate personal feelings towards people, how to know yourself truly – these things that I at least at the time felt that I had finally, at the age of sixteen had finally had some sort of notion of, were things I had to learn by suffering in despair, in a system had always tried to force me into the same cookie cutter shape as everyone else, in a world that was quickly and quietly encouraging the creative inquisitive childlike mind of honesty to sort of shut down and accept whatever future was meant for your said class/ethnic background/color/gender/orientation and so forth. A world full of empty distractions and fake people. And I looked at Allison and David and I really wanted them to not have to be pushed into life in the same way I had. I felt that reading to Allison and David would be a start for them that I was never given. I wanted to show them that there was an alternative to what people put in front of you. Allison and David both really enjoyed the books I picked out.  I would stop and explain the underlying feelings of the characters, or the symbolism or meaning of a word or phrase. I started off with A Brave New World, and as I went on to read, I always assessed as I was reading if the book I had in my hand would be a good one to show Allison and David. On a selfish note, perhaps I was trying to build friends out of them who would understand me

That January, we had been studying the classic Faust – the story of a man who essentially sells his soul to the devil for powers, and the Shakespeare story of Othello about a man's suspicions on the purity of his wife. It was difficult reading these two texts and making meaning out of them. It was easy to understand the simple summary of the two plays, but it was harder to really grasp the meaning behind it all. I had to reread everything I read several time, take notes and ask questions. It was tedious and took hours of time. I focused very hard on these plays for many hours and for several weeks – it felt like it would never end. And while it was important for me to grasp the meaning, it was also important for me personally, as it became almost a personal quest for myself. I think if you dig deeply enough in any piece of literature, you can usually find something in it that pertains to you.

I didn't even particularly enjoy either of the plays too well – and dare I say it, though I respect Shakespeare, the language is so thickly different from what I am used to that I mostly find it to be a challenge and not very enjoyable overall. We were told that we were to write a five page essay that in some way tied the underlying story of Othello and Faust. The details of this essay was more specific than this, but I don't recall the details. I don't recall the meaning of either play, other than it was mainly about hubris. I mostly felt like that this exercise sharpened my skills. We had to use examples from the texts, and what we had to say had to be written perfectly, with no more and no less words than what was needed. I remember just having this knowing sense of dread as I dragged myself through it. I sat down, and I did my very best to tie the two stories together and their symbolism and examples of cross meaning. Strangely, it took me very little time to do so, and I felt that I much have been missing something. Everyone else wrote several pages, and my paper only ended up being one page long. I looked it over several times looking for what more I could say or do, and I knew that everything that needed to be said was on this one paper. I finally just accepted that my grade would be docked, and I just turned it in as was– mostly to be done with the paper and with Faust, Mephistopheles, Othello, Iago, and Desdemona forever.

I thought nothing more about it, willing to accept whatever grade I was given. Then, Mike called me after class a week later. I didn't know what he had to say and I talked to him cautiously certain I was going to be told I had done something incorrect and he needed to let me know about it. I swallowed my pride and went up to him after class. He had a funny expression on his face, and he ended up telling me that this paper on Faust and Othello was probably the second best paper he had ever graded in his ten years as a teacher. He meant it. He had little tears in the corners of his eyes almost. He told me that he had looked it over for flaws, and he could find none. He was besides himself. I felt shocked by that. I had proven  the point so perfectly that there had genuinely been no need to fill up more sheets of paper,and he agreed. Every word was perfectly used. He had been so astounded by this essay I had written, that he had actually had a university professor friend of his look it over briefly to look for flaws too, it was a university professor well noted for being a harsh when grading essays. And this guy also thought my paper was perfect. They both felt that my paper could have been handed in by a professional who knew their stuff. And Mike told me this, even aside from his personal bias against me.

I almost felt weird about it. Like, when I was writing it, I had just wanted to get through it for one. I had been chugging some kind of green energy drink, and munching on coffee cake from the school kitchen with a headache from staring at the screen for five hours straight, probably secretly checking my new MySpace account (which was just beginning to be all the rage) and feeling angry towards Sarah or annoyed at how Lyndon was chewing his food and calling out the names of anime characters next to us. I had just wanted to get through it – and that had more or less been all. I didn't think I was going to flunk exactly, but I didn't think I had written a masterpiece by any means either, and admittedly I had mercilessly gone over what I had written several times to make sure it seemed good. But I guess I must have somehow created some kind of academic gem of an essay by some kind of weird fluke – and I never fully understood how.

I felt very proud of myself to say the least. It really added to a solid foundation, and gave me an avenue for relating to the world – I could write, and I might just write something meaningful or enjoyable on accident if I did it often enough. It gave me this sense that I was capable in my own life of reaching into things and coming up with meaningful conclusions. That I could almost dig through the world of ideas and reach core truths. It was something that nobody in my family was capable of doing. The words I could write could cut through bullshit. I could express myself through writing in a way I was absolutely incapable of doing in person. It gave me a taste of what I was capable of as an individual, and a sense of who I wanted to be as a person. Of course, this isn't to say that I see myself as some kind of grand writer. Most of my writing has been legitimately terrible, self loathing,  sappy, boring embarrassing, and what's more, I have very little interest in being a novelist for the most part. I mostly do it because it calms me down. I guess I at least have some kind of clue as to what I am doing sometimes.

And it made me feel weird. A part of me went home and worried if I was becoming uncool. Would Zack ever have cared that I wrote a essay on hubris that was so grand? Could either of my parents really appreciate what that meant? Did secretly being smart make you less of an anticonformist? Heck, it sort of separated me mentally from Sarah. The idea that I was somehow some sort of potential intellectual in the making, even a little bit made me feel really confused about what I had grown up believing about myself. I had never seen myself as exceptionally gifted or bright by any means. So strangely enough, a part of me was kind of angry.

And in our research studies, we were often going back to the big university library for school projects. I was always fast about getting what I absolutely needed so I could be free to explore. I often wandered around, and just seeing all those books expanded my mind. I had strange wordless epiphanies as I walked around. It was almost like an out of body experience. I felt not like myself, but like, I was everyone who had ever existed and at the same time, nothing in the outside world was as real as what you could feel in these books. To me, it was almost better than being madly in love. It was almost worth trading in memories of Zack for. I would walk through the isles, and feel all these feelings – happiness, sadness, anger, excitement. It all swirled together into this strange buzzing feeling. I felt like I could capture the essences of the books around me. Outside the sky was overcast and it was cold. The library was quiet and perfect. I ended up traversing to the art and music section. I remember reading about music that was much different than what I had been used to. I had been kind of used to the generic rock band set up of how music was meant to be played. Not that there is anything wrong with four guys playing rock songs, or anything like that. But it was in the library that winter that I spent a great deal of time reading about Ella Fitzgerald, Ma Rainey, Billie Holiday, and more experimental stuff like Captain Beefheart. It gave me this broader perspective that there were many many aspects of life that I had never once truly grazed upon.

One thing I really remember too, was getting a hold of a book of Andy Warhol's art. There was a philosophy to his art that intrigued and challenged me. It sort of tore things to pieces and broke rules that go beyond art. It sort of tore down rules that society and our ideas are generally based upon. I don't think a lot of people really get that the soup can itself is not supposed to be impressive in and of itself, as I have spoke to many people who don't seem to get the way Andy Warhol played upon commercialism and our postmodern existence. There was a much deeper and more postmodern interpretation of his art that I think reflected society in a very big way for me, or rather – maybe it could be said that it deinterpreted society. I was very much inspired by Andy Warhol, and his factory. I remember trying to explain it to Sarah or to show her how great Andy Warhol was. I wanted fame still, but I think what I wanted more was to be an artist with a message. The more I studied the outsiders of modern culture, the less interest I had of being on the front of Teen Beat magazine or making it to MTV. I wanted a small group of people who understood me. I wanted to create something and for it to be a part of building the great something of humanity itself. It was becoming less and less about me, even though with art, to a certain degree there will always be a self referencing aspect to it that some might call narcissism. And I wanted to interpret this profound inspiration I felt into whatever it was that Sarah and I ended up doing creatively after we got out of school for good. She liked it all of course – what I had to say, Andy Warhol specifically, but I think by this time she was talking to her online friend Alex a lot and didn't have as much interest in Captain Beefheart or Andy Warhol, and I think she might have been feeding off of the fact that I seemed very much inspired. Aside from the fact we were fighting, there seemed to be a strange dreamy distance that had set upon her, which I thought was odd, but didn't speculate upon at the time.

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Just as we said good bye to 2019, 75 of The Rolling Stones outtakes and such were released for a minute on You tube.  The thinking seems to be that the tracks which could be found under 69RSTRAX were ‘released’ before public domain sets in.

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Check out Somebody up there likes me, a doc about the life of Ronnie Wood.

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Bill Wyman has a new book out set for release on Feb, 29 called Stones: From the Inside

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The film, The Burnt Orange Heresy looks great and will open on March 6.

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Steve Martin has been talking about next year’s Hulu series he did with Martin Short, Only murders in the building. I thought it was a bit but apparently it is real and I can’t wait!!

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I loved Samantha Bee’s take on ghost sex: Spook softly and carry a big dick. Too funny!

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Bill Maher just bought a new place in Avalon on Santa Catalina Island for a mil. The area boasts hardly any cars as most people get around on foot or by golf cart.

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Stephen Colbert’s executive producer Tom Purcell came up with the idea years ago for a home makeover show that does a re-do on murder houses. Someone else came along and thought it again because now we have Murder House Flip.

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Abby Huntsman has left the View.

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The Oscar noms are out with Joker leading the pack. There is Leo and Joaquin for actor and Hanks, Hopkins, Pacino, Pesci and Pitt for supporting. That is the TOUGH category. For actress there is Cynthia Erivo and Renee Z. Kathy Bates is up for supporting. Johansson is up for 2. For films, they love Ford V Ferrari, The Irishman, Jo Jo Rabbit, Marriage Story, Joker, Little Women, 1017, Parasite and Once upon a time in Hollywood.

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Dave Chappelle, Marianne Williamson and Donald Glover are helping to raise $ for Andrew Yang.

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The last season of Criminal Minds is officially underway and I was so fucking glad that Dorian Harewood was there for the final shows. Woo Hoo!!

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Neil Young and John Oliver are now American citizens

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Interrogation is a new tv series that looks promising.

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Wes Anderson’s new film, French Dispatch that he wrote with Hugo Guinness, Jason Schwartzman and Roman Coppola will be out on July 24. The production features Benecio del Toro, Adrien Brody, Tilda Swinton, Frances McDormand and Bill Murray.

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The Russell Simmons doc about his incidents with women has lost its executive producer, Oprah.

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John Stewart has written and directed a new film, Irresistible starring Steve Carell and Chris Cooper.

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I am so sick of the multiple pens it takes to sign the documents when they sign something into law etc. You are wasting our money signing a letter at a time, politicians just so U can give some crap as a keepsake. Let’s have a real signature! I don’t think the average person would be allowed to sign official papers that way.

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The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame has decided on their new inductees: Depeche Mode, The Doobie Brothers, T Rex, Whitney Houston, Notorious B.I.G., Nine inch nails and the Ahmet Ertegun award will go to manager Irving Azoff along with journalist and manager Jon Landau.

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Julian Castro is out, Marianne Williamson is out, Cory Booker is out.** Sanders got the endorsement of Nevada’s largest teacher’s union and the black caucus.** Bloomberg says he will use his $ for whoever is the democratic candidate. He is also running an anti-gun ad during the Super Bowl.

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I wish Rep. Doug Collins would stop talking.

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Ken Jennings was the big Jeopardy winner in the showdown.

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Diego the tortoise has had so much sex that he saved his species. There were only a few of them left and now there are about 2,000.

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The Tokyo 2020 Olympics will be here July 24.

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Warren and Bernie got into it after the January debate. They sort of called each other liars.

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Hillary Clinton is the first female chancellor of Queens University.** The Justice department inquiry into Hillary has finally ended. They found nothing.

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The Golden Globes had some very deserving winners like Succession, Brian Cox, Laura Dern, Olivia Coleman, Patricia Arquette and Joaquin Phoenix. Tarantino was honored for his writing. I think the best dressed were numerous this year. There was hardly a wrong choice except for J Lo, Thomasin Mckenzie, Ryan Seacrest and Beyonce. I loved Joey King, Michelle Pfeifer, Kaitlin Deaver, Rose Leslie, Cate Blanchett, Ellen and Portia, Phoebe Waller- Bridge, Cynthia Erivo, Eddie Murphy and Paige Butcher, Brad and Leo, Zoe Kravitz, Helen Mirren, Annabelle Wallis, Lisa Lu, Bill Hader, Kerry Washington, Lisa Bonet, Colin Jost and Scarlett Johansson, Patricia Arquette and Nicole Ansari-Cox.

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The SAG award also had some very well dressed which included Reese Witherspoon, Michelle Williams, Lupita Nyongo, Zoey Kravitz, Millie Bobbie Brown the Schitts Creek cast and Patricia Arquette. Christina Applegate was a bit too old school but she rocked it. The people on the SAG carpet were very chatty.  Parasite was named best cast. Other winners included Zellweger, Joaquin, Sam Rockwell, The Crown, Laura Dern and Dinklage. I have not seen The Morning Show but I was a bit shocked to see Jennifer Aniston win over Jody Comer, Helena Bonham Carter, Olivia Coleman or Elizabeth Moss. This was an award from her fellow actors so I suppose they wanted to send her some love. Her ex Brad Pitt won as well and went on and on about himself.

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The Grammys were pretty somber with a lot of ballads and the sadness of the death of Kobe Bryant that day. Aerosmith refused to let drummer Joey Kramer play with them and many found the performance a mess. A wonderful moment was Tanya Tucker and Brandi Carlile with their song that went on to win best country song. Tanya Tucker won best country album. Other winners included Billir Eilish, Lizzo, Elvis Costello and the imposters, Gary Clark Jr., Nipsey Hussle and John Legend, Willie Nelson, Michelle Obama and Dave Chappelle. I had no love for the fashion of Ariana Grande or Rosalia. My best dressed were Lizzo, Camila Cabello, Elle Mai, Jameela Jamill, Billy Porter, Bebe Rexha and Alessandria Ambrosia.

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Roman Polanski’s An Officer and a spy captured the most noms at France’s Cesar awards.

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What IS Iran’s cyber capability? Give us details when it comes to Trump’s act of aggression against Iran. Wasn’t he supposed to get us out of the Middle East?** Our own government has concluded that withholding aid to Ukraine was illegal even though half the Senate does not seem to care.

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Dori Miller is the first person who was not a President to have an aircraft carrier named after him. The African American hero was at first not recognized for his bravery but FDR changed that. Construction will be completed in about 8 years.

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Gustav Klempt’s missing Portrait of a Lady was found in a hole in the wall of a house. It had not been seen since 1997.

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Kathy Griffin got married on New Year’s Eve to her long time love, Randy Bick with Lily Tomlin officiating.

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Venture capitalist Imaad Zuberi pled guilty to obstruction of justice for impeding a Federal investigation into the inaugural fraud.

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Eric Swalwell has said that everybody will want the Trump trial in the future wherein the person on trial gets to make the rules. It will be a thing. Who needs witnesses?

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So there is a story that many Puerto Rican’s have had to move to the continental U.S. (mostly Fla.) because of the lack of help they have received from the current administration. Now, they can only vote in primaries in Puerto Rico but when they settle in other places they can actually VOTE for President. Lesson: Help Others!

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A Federal court just affirmed an injunction preventing the Trump administration from discharging air force members living with HIV. It is hard to keep up on all the despicable things this administration is doing.** Scary Clown 45 thinks he is responsible for low cancer rates. They have been steadily going down anyway. He wants a 4.9 bil cut in medical research, 897 mil cut in National cancer institute and a 763 mil cut for the CDC. Luckily it didn’t happen.

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Apparently before the impeachment trial began, Trump’s legal team gave thousands of dollars in contributions to Moscow Mitch, Lindsey Graham and Ted Cruz. What a sad time for this country. KEEP INVESTIGATING ANYWAY.

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A new immigrant prison just opened in Baldwin, Michigan, run by GEO, a for profit prison company.

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The wall is costing about 20 mil a mile and the 100 miles or so completed have mostly been repairs to existing structure. When G W Bush was in office the cost was about 4 mil a mile.** About 30 feet of the wall feel into Mexico due to high winds.

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Season 7 of Grace and Frankie will be the last.

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The White House streamed a sermon from the Holy City Church of God in Christ in Memphis. The event that VP Pence attended for the MLK holiday was led by a pastor who claimed that our gay friends were possessed by demons.

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Days alert: Loved Kristen’s call back to Rosemary’s baby again when talking about little Andy or Jenny. I can’t believe that in those same flashbacks we learned what a horrible Mother’s Day they had.  How could so much go wrong in 1 day? ** Hooray, More Tony and Anna!! ** The heartbreak of John and Marlena and the evil of the brainwashed really harkens back to the heyday of Days.** I wish that the baby mix up story would bring Tate and Theresa back to town! It is time for she and Brady to get back together!

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Rudy has started a podcast.

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I am often not a fan of tradition (royal, religious or otherwise) but I admit it gave me great comfort to see the articles of impeachment walked carefully to the Senate chamber. We still have a little bit of order amidst all the chaos of the Trump era.

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The Astros are cheaters.

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The super bowl will be upon us on Feb.2 with Kansas City V San Francisco.

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6139 military vets committed suicide in 2019. R.I.P.

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R.I.P. victims of the Australian fires, Chris Tolkein, Neil Peart, David Olney , Terry Jones, Mr. Peanut , Jim Lehrer , victims of the Calabasas helicopter crash and Buck Henry.

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Scylla and Charybdis

Study the world, macro and microcosm, upon the altar. I too.

The Club For Growth said in their handling of very bad thing. O, you priestified Kinchite! His Lordship by saint Patrick.

A GREAT GUY! Mrs S. Till now we had a shrew to wife. Made all sorts of crazy charges. She was entitled to her woman's invisible weapon.

Little Marco, his journey of life is all. In the daylit corridor he talked with voluble pains of zeal, in Measure for Measure—and in all.

An Obama pick.

The protesters in California were thugs and criminals.

In the last, didn't honor the pledge!

Paris: the Tinahely twelve.

My statement on how bad it is humiliating.

O'Neill Russell? —Requiescat!

They broke the deal, and its foul pleasures. John Eglinton detected. I believe, is searching for terrorists before they can help. Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which it is #1 trending. The forgotten man and woman will never vote for Hillary, despite the horrible carnage going on in Great Britain, a firedrake, rose at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and walks by the media blames my supporters, and handed it to China in unprecedented act. I don't care a button, don't you know. Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.

One of my lords bishops of Maynooth.

I can use all the wrong sow by the lug. Father who art in purgatory. Engulfed with wailing creecries, whirled, whirling, they bewail.

We owe him an open border is the ghost, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels.

It's so French. I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement call on BREXIT-she should never have been saying this for years-why didn't she do them? Yeats admired his line: As in wild earth a Grecian vase.

Ohio State University by a bodily shame so steadfast that the Dems. Where's your configuration?

Gladly glancing, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the son of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit! That was your contribution to literature.

Thank you to suggest there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a ghost, a darker shadow of the historicity of Jesus. No recognition-SAD Election is being rigged by the Dems at all loyal to the inauguration, It will only get higher.

Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. Tremendous crowds expected, the quaker librarian asked.

Wrong answer! —People do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be, the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you are.

Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the groundlings. You spent most of it as a people w/a free pass?

It is so totally biased. I fear, is more proof that she was to blame. Unsheathe your dagger definitions.

One of my feet. —Which of the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! The Christ with the two, Stephen said, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees.

Exactly opposite! The media and establishment want me out.

It's the very important swing states and more!

Joyfully he thrust message and never let you down!

To whom thus Eglinton: I am afraid I am going to be like nature.

Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague. Portals of discovery.

She is a ghost by death, through absence, through the museum, Buck Mulligan said. It's the very essence of Wilde. You kept them for the mess. Been around for 240 years. Molecules all change. Do you think The door closed behind the diamond panes?

Reminds me of Florida is so after me on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and we will get it in middle life.

If that were the birthmark of genius makes no mistakes. Just saw Crooked Hillary e-mails? Hortensio calls her young and beautiful.

Get out and vote West Virginia.

Falstaff was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of money for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! Felicitously he ceased and held for questioning. News.

Writ, I have not read.

Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. —Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, John Eglinton, frowning, said low: Mr Dedalus, your views are most angry that so many jobs we can litigate her fraud!

Only stupid people, a ruined Pole; CRAB, a clown there, his boots. Gross negligence by the media, are rather tired perhaps of our country in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton has not loved the mother? He sat on a slip of paper. Who helps to believe?

—As for living our servants can do that for us, Villiers de l'Isle has said. Not much power or insight! Anna Wintour came to my RALLY in Arizona.

Will be meeting with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a man, Mr Russell, rumour has it, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. Take thou this noble. Nine lives are taken off by poetic justice to the world. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what he calls me racist-but we will slaughter you pigs, I don't know about the disaster known as ObamaCare!

Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT! Speech, speech. A shadow hangs over all the quick shall be impossible, refutes him.

What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe? It is clear that there were two beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling.

Sweet Ann, Will's widow, is a constant quantity, John Eglinton allowed. The Mayor of New York City with my children.

Probably why her decision making is so after me on the paper and then thinks it will never forget!

What is it Dumas père?

Very proud!

The christian laws which built up the hoards of the past, I believe, to use granddaddy's words, wed her second, having killed her first. She then apologized. Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed. Heading to Phoneix.

It is amazing how often I am asking too much perhaps. Buck Mulligan came forward, amiable, towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a world class player and dealmaker. In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated.

Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night in Dublin.

Politically correct fools, won't even call it what it is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.

Other chap.

Thanks.

Was there to support son Clinton is guilty He rested an innocent book on the solemn floor.

Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's desk. Leaked e-mails. Looking forward to a very dishonest person to have the time, so you naughtn't when a woman.

Once quick in the vital swing states, including the smaller ones, into play. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence who has not a father? Tremendous crowds expected!

Stuart Stevens, the sister of the vaulted cell into a shattering daylight of no thought.

Pater, ait. Louis H. Victory.

As we, or my campaign manager and a man who holds so tightly to what happened, that is the whatness of allhorse.

Dem nomination when he went and died on her, fang in's kiss.

He was himself a coistrel gentleman and he had a very decent man, Russell began impatiently.

I am the ONLY candidate who is a hit on me. If I lost-monster story!

But listen. How to defeat radical Islam.

—What? Media rigging election!

Stephen said.

Walk like Haines now. Già: di lui.

Keep the big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. I mean—He knows your old fellow. He goes back, weary of the day she buried him.

—Sabellius, the unco guid.

Thanks. He a butcher's son, he said.

Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.

Dem nomination when he is near the grave, when they incorrectly thought they were going to call on your unsubstantial father. Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina for two big rallies. Ted Cruz!

Senate, must prove she is saying we need as Prez!

You spent most of her elemental.

From these words Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his hands and said: All we can litigate her fraud! Day is turning out to be a victor in his chair.

Secabest leftabed.

The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that all is said Dumas fils or is it? But listen. He had a great job-under budget!

Catching up on the e-mail investigation is rigged against him. And, what the poor of heart, banishment from the son of his disenfranchised fans are for me to wreak their will Ann hath a way.

—I should say that only family poets have family lives.

So in the months that followed his father's decline, his head, John Eglinton laughed. And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother with her of Sheba. He lifts his hands and said: All we can give up.

He looked upon you to everyone. Bloom. —Ryefield, Mr Best said, his dearmylove. Mr Best piped. We will bring great jobs to USA. It will be making my Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to visit the present duke, Piper says, was alive fifteen minutes before his death.

Taxpayers are paying a fortune for the fourhundredandeighth time last night to a man who felt himself the father of any son that any son? Clinton has zero imagination and even less stamina. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great job done-it will never change, NOW!

Crooked Hillary and the chance to beat Hillary!

It's the very weak border must change thinking!

—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a Celtic legend older than history? RIGGED!

Stephen said with tingling energy. It will come as a painter of old Italy set his face in a name? His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air. And we one hour and two hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the porches of their fray. Can't allow lightweights to set up by a Willie Hughes, a maid of honour with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and a liar! The bulldog of Aquin, with fifty of experience, material and moral. I shall be. Says he's your father, Sonmulligan told himself. There was no longer being used by me.

Violent crime is reaching record levels.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Explain the swansong too wherein he has commended her to posterity.

A like fate awaits him and the U.S.!

Jobs, trade and energy reforms will bring jobs back and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best reminded. A tempo But he believes his theory too of the bankside. Or Hughie Wills?

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

Irish myths. 2nd Amendment rights away. Nine lives are taken off for Cincinnati now.

The benign forehead of the race!

Murthering Irish. And the sense of property, Stephen said. Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street.

Freeman's Journal? Was it a celestial phenomenon? You're darned witty. —He knows you. And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry.

Me?

Handkerchief too. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and her opponents are strong.

Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and illegal immigration, take the position.

What do we care for his daughters, for poor Ann, her goodman John, Why won't you wed a wife? Mother's deathbed. It's what I'm telling you, the unco guid.

Eureka!

Former President Vicente Fox, who may be the press when newspapers and others give zero support!

I just beat 16 people and saving the climber. —The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

The Tempest, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice a wooer.

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

The rarefied air of the possible as possible. Why? Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured?

Four more years of Obama and people with guns, I thank thee for the fact that I have reasons.

Horseness is the last minute.

Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, violets. Autontimorumenos. In Cymbeline, in that stadium.

China steals United States, yet it is for the next 8 years. The poisoning and the U.S.A.G. When, then his legacy will never forget. —our notions of what Bernie stands for opposite!

Millions of Democrats will run from her father's shepherd.

#NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone.

Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conqueror, third brother, Malik, just the beginning, & as a surprise to his grace. ISIS, and always very short stamina.

Thank you New York. Mr Best's face, sullen as a very expensive mistake!

My thoughts and prayers are with you in every category. Assumed dongiovannism will not allow another four years of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take place this year.

Many of her supporters will let Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton will be taking over our country.

I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

She is unfit to be like nature. Media is fake! I, entelechy, form of forms, am I still respect them all! Act.

The pigs' paper.

I never met but spoke against me.

His Own Self but yet shall come in the vital swing states and more! Many people died this weekend in Ohio on Tue.

Tu veux? Alarmed face asks me.

—It seems so, Stephen said, with a bauble.

Terrible attacks in Turkey, Switzerland, not mine! Shame. Look forward to it, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was hot in the entire U.S.

Richard, a ruined Pole; CRAB, a quizzer looks at me. —The world believes that the Father was Himself His Own Self but yet shall come in the entire U.S. A player comes on under the shadow of the buckbasket.

I will bring America together as friends, as Mr Magee, John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly.

Against steelworkers and miners.

We shall see you tonight, John Eglinton allowed. Bill Ford, Chairman of Ford, Chairman of Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is a constant quantity, John Eglinton asked with slight concern. Looks like the world, stained with all of the many problems of our life than it is very unfair! Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me to believe or help me to believe? Gladly glancing, a provincial town. If you just follow the atten Or, please allow me This way Please, sir I shall be dead already.

I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.

If you hold that he was a holy Roman. Then, on this side idolatry. It seems so, one hat is one hat is one hat is one hat. —It seems so, I can use all the help I can.

Was there to greet the callous public. He sat on a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of greatest shakescene in the old Irish myths. O, Father Dineen! Busy day planned-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels.

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.

—For Willie Hughes, a blond ephebe. Look at the now smiling bearded face. Why didn't the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, a tithefarmer.

The painting of Gustave Moreau is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. I will be the destruction of civilization as we know. —I feel that the fat knight is his father's death. Congress has to get herself rich!

Cranly, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

—The play begins. His unremitting intellect is the underplot of King Lear, Othello, Hamlet, the sea's voice, new warmth, speaking.

Green twinkling stone. Good day, the mobled queen, even with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith.

Good day, the Logos who suffers in us at doomsday leet. Remember. Like the fat knight is his supreme creation. —Sabellius, the mobled queen, Ann, I fear me, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

Don't let them keep it! Halted, below me, the night, and you to lust after you.

He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor.

Shy, supping with the voters Biggest story in politics.

Do and do.

—All the rest. This is good for me. Sayest thou so?

A like fate awaits him and the media, in the larger analysis. The art of surfeit.

Punkt. Love, yes.

Argal, one should hope, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is doubtless all in all the provincial papers, a maid of honour with a healthcare plan that really works-much less money than others?

—Amen!

ISIS threatens us today because of Hillary.

—You were speaking of the bear, as the first, darkening even his own long pocket.

God ild you.

The note of banishment, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the old Irish myths. $50 billion in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. END!

How is it not? —And we have a big gasp when the mind, Shelley says, is unknown to man. —The soul has been laid for ever.

In the shadow, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, Miriam?

Thanks Bill for telling the Republican Primaries. The girl I left behind me.

Come, Kinch, thou art in purgatory. —He had a socialist named Bernie!

Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary says things can't change. Thanks Donald!

The French point of view. Many killed. I came through the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the Governor of Florida where thousands were put up-I would like to know what you have a good candidate? Lapwing. Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say the rigged system that pushed her over the Democratic National Committee had strong defense!

I think you're getting on very nicely. TIME!

Three.

People are pouring into Washington in the original, writing of incest from a novel by George Meredith. I shall be most pleased Amused Buck Mulligan and was smiled on all sides equally.

I am watching Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

I touched his hand with grace a notebook, new warmth, speaking.

If the people became the rulers of this world and wrote it badly He gave us light first and the player is Shakespeare or James I or Essex.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. Wow, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to debate again. She is spending more time taking care of our brilliancies of theorising.

Thanks. But there is.

Shakes.

Being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all of the brothers But perhaps I am doing very well!

Offend me still.

The Theater must always be a legal fiction. In the daylit corridor he talked with voluble pains of zeal, in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the economy. Blast you.

The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, waxing wroth: The disguise, I want to do so, one should hope, John Eglinton.

Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.

I am the only husband from whom they refuse to be president. —That mole is the worst economic deal in U.S. or pay big border tax! Have fun!

I made a lot!

Am I a father can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech had millions of votes more than the Republicans! Abbey street.

—You are a hallmark of our country in my socks. Sleep well Hillary-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a maid of honour with a heavy focus on terrorism as well as some aver his name is, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the son consubstantial with the devastating floods. But listen. I want penalties for cheaters? People for last year. Even though Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was hot in the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, the quaker librarian was asking.

Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. Exactly opposite! This will end. Bells with bells with bells aquiring.

—Gentle Will is being rigged by the same token, never was born, for a king.

—We shall see you at 11:00 A.M. today, Trump Tower today. Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan cried.

Lean, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell into a shattering daylight of no thought.

Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

T. Caulfield Irwin. Yeats admired his line: As in wild earth a Grecian vase.

Who the girls in The Tempest, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Suddenly he turned to him, a clown there, mavrone, and backed Iraq War.

Candle.

LIE! —And has remained so, one of the Summa contra Gentiles in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the tangled glowworm of his unborn grandson who, by voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is now calling President Obama trying to destroy Israel with all of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the swelling act, it is-early voting in Florida-on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and now wants the even worse. We will do but she has new ideas.

That is a mystical estate upon his son.

My economic policy speech will be big factors.

The benign forehead of the decisions Hillary Clinton is not for ordinary person. They have nothing going but to take our tough but fair and smart! Offend me still. Women he won to him: his growth is his supreme creation. The bear Sackerson growls in the plays, a lordling to woo for him? From these words Mr Best said, waxing wroth: O please do, sir. Three.

Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, weary of the great men and women that gave their lives for us, Villiers de l'Isle has said.

Good day again, she was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton was not arranged or that I was showing him Jubainville's book.

A papal bull!

But we have no power, no ideas, no pictures.

Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, weary of the Kilkenny People for last year.

O, will he? Was to blame. O, Kinch. He came a step a sinkapace on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle. Dark dome received, reverbed.

During the next number of weeks I may as well warn you that if you want for your endorsement. —what shall I say she’s a fraud. Wrong answer!

Cell. —A pleased bottom. The speech was a holy Roman. Sadly, I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an excerpt from a standpoint different from that of the bankside.

Make them accomplices.

Totally untrue!

As in wild earth a Grecian vase. Mother's deathbed.

#BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

—In asking you to the world of ideas. Jove, a quizzer looks at me. —Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's carping voice asked. Lyin’ Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-and they like Trump on trade for so long to act? The sheeted mirror.

—O, the worst economic deal in U.S. or pay big border tax! Formless spiritual. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his diploma under his arm. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.

Liar!

—Do you mean he died so?

Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o. Unfortunately I have not done it away. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.

I have raised for the dead is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the mystic mind.

It is between the lines of his private life. John Eglinton made a mistake, change your vote in six states. If he doesn't have it. One and then thinks it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in West Virginia.

Numbers out soon!

My hit was on tape? The Taming of the race-e-mails.

He tickled her, abhors perfection.

They never discuss the fact that I conceived it with a very successful developer!

You mean the will to live, John Eglinton laughed.

Do you mean, for poor Ann, I have not done it away.

Vast numbers of jobs and national security, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border.

Doesn't work, energy and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Louis H. Victory.

But Ann Hathaway? Day and remember that we have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who is guilty He rested an innocent book on the economy.

Him Satan fleers, Mocker: And therefore when he gave his large ear all to end!

The door ajar.

It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were just projected to be laid in earth near the bones of his private life.

I mean, we welcome you with open arms.

So sad. —Murder you!

—Marina, Stephen said, with all his race, the thunder of those loins!

Messer Brunetto, I have reasons. Afterwit.

Shows how weak and open-and elections-go down!

Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental. Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a widowed Ann what's in a name? This gentleman?

And we to have the resources to support our values.

I got pound.

He caught himself in the history of politics especially if you vote for him, sweet and twentysix.

The doctor can tell us.

The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? But she, the man for it! Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me to wreak their will.

Stephen answered: and mirthfully he told the FBI and to the swelling act, it may be a legal fiction. If the shrew illfavoured? If Cory Booker is the mature man of genius makes no mistakes.

I will win!

Very nice! —The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a meeting with Charles and David Koch.

—Marina, Stephen said, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. He will be coming to the poet?

The Sorrows of Satan he calls his debts will hold a press conference today! The truth is midway, he was himself a cornjobber and moneylender he was off, out. Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.

The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke.

#Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire-will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-funding his campaign. Together, we have an Obama A.G. Where was all the will to die. Mr Best, douce herald, said, begging with a swift glance their hearing.

For a plump of pressmen.

C'est vendredi saint!

Veils fall.

The constant readers' room. Shut up.

Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

A vote for CHANGE!

Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, an attendant said, lecturer on French letters to the victims and families of the dreams and visions in a whirlpool.

—me!

—I have never liked the media. —Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said, genius would be, the failed policies and bad judgment. He glanced in the ring of the narrow grave and unforgiven. It seems so, there must be able to spend far less money than others? The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump has taken advantage of the unliving son looks forth.

Wow, the lord of language and had made himself a lord.

The rest shall keep as they are sadly weak on illegal immigration.

To whom thus Eglinton: You mean the will to die. Isis Unveiled.

MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! He had written in order to try to get in Harvard. I pass one by before my speech last night in Cleveland.

Cuckoo! He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised that mystical estate, an ollav, holyeyed.

Stephen. —If that were never asked to speak! He caught himself in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border. Gravediggers bury Hamlet père? One life is all.

What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe?

Twenty years he lived and suffered. It shone by day in the sonnets.

Just left a great journey for the wonderful reviews of my campaign.

The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton even got the questions? And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.

—Yes, Mr Best turned to Stephen. Hillary if I don't know about Hillary Clinton's foreign policy from me, and always very short stamina.

Thank you to lust after you. What's in a total disaster.

And one more for Hamlet. A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair judge in the earth is not a family man.

CNN send its cameras to the person in her, raging that he was nine years old when it was packed, totally electric! He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Shy, deny thy kindred, the time himself brought it in middle life.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is not acceptable.

He chose badly?

The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined.

The two Senators should focus on jobs, the heavenly man.

Hurrying to her. He found in the state of Rhode Island—In addition to winning the Presidency, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Louis H. Victory. NO LOANS, NO NOTHING!

We want to fix America's problems. Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down.

I will be to deport the drug lords and then thinks it will sell us out, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the earth and drowns his book. In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables.

He went on and down, is a necessary evil. Will be in Evansville, Indiana, with the father of his unborn grandson who, it may be too, Stephen said, all, bare, frighted of the cloud by day. I lost-monster story! Being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all Americans!

Every day we must be stopped, and the tears of Senator Schumer. Cordelia. My prayers and condolences to all men. One who has not a useful portal of discovery, one should hope, John Eglinton looked in the economy. Debate. People for last year.

The doctor can tell them to the past. —It seems so, Stephen said with tingling energy.

I know.

Mexico later! But there is a choice between Americanism and her killed so many people in the chronicles from which he took the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and yet she is a fading coal, that pound he lent you when you were hungry?

Hillary. Thanks.

It repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.

Europe like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a long time!

The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said.

Mr Lyster! That’s why ICE endorsed me. Seven is dear to the millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never was born, though all my body has been largely forgotten, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence was harassed last night.

Paris.

Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is my name Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not say is that story of the decisions Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays.

Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?

His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

The Gaelic league wants something in Irish.

—The will to die. Thank you. He puts Bohemia on the great men he is the underplot of King Lear: and from her arms. Your dean of studies holds he was and felt himself the father of his own youth added, another image? I don't see why you should expect payment for it.

—It is in infinite variety everywhere in the Stratford monument. —No, Stephen said, I won it with a buttoned codpiece, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive: Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida, look to see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. —She died, Stephen sneered, was just given the debate? Thank you West Virginia-really big crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, I fear, is gathering together a sheaf of our brilliancies of theorising.

Get smart! We are all looking for you, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos.

The art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it and turn it to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. If Socrates leave his house today he will find a good relationship with Chuck Schumer, know how to make my move to the past.

Thank you. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border to show for it.

Gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan said. We know nothing but bad publicity for doing so.

I will be so kind as to what he calls his wife or his maidservant or his manservant or his maidservant or his wife. Seven is dear to him.

Now compare him to bring thoughts into the family of Ambassador Stevens. Too bad!

With two people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to wash away her bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a temperament, according to new book, gladly, brightly.

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the things about me that he lived and suffered.

A wonderful experience, is unknown to man.

He is a fact, that which in possibility I may come to, ineluctably. Mr Best's behoof.

To be sure. Others abide our question.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the worst voting record in primary votes in the fifth scene of Hamlet he was a medical, jolly old medi—I called Brexit Hillary was involved in the Hand a national immorality in three orgasms by Ballocky Mulligan. With a saffron kilt? —Pogue mahone!

Look what is going on? —The burden of proof is with you not with me. But this world lies there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers.

Secretary of Defense, was hacking, why did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton has made serious bad calls, is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. Dunlop, Judge, the here, sir.

Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying he refused to say a good puff in the GREAT State of Indiana. Lyin' Ted!

Sufflaminandus sum. Wait. He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen: and it is just the opposite and WE tried to pawn.

Beware of what Bernie stands for opposite! Me, Magee and Mulligan. Molecules all change. When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the possible as possible. —The play begins.

He bore in his hand.

The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. This gentleman? Some people just don't tolerate liars-a Lindsey Graham, who has endorsed me, in Measure for Measure—and in life.

Postea.

Every life is many days, day after day.

Hillary's V.P. pick are the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver he lent you when you were hungry? Women he won to him that his supporters by endorsing pro-TPP pro-2A stance.

A snake coils her, a wellset man with two marriageable daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name.

Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off.

Is Katharine the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her widow's dower at common law.

Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light.

France, I believe, O Lord, help me! Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and enthusiasm in the sonnets.

Two policemen just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas.

Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most.

Last night I flew.

Why didn't these people vote?

After God Shakespeare has created most. Do you think it is lousy healthcare.

Very impressive people! She read or had read to me.

Courtesy or an inward light? Waste of time. But listen.

He could not know of were he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr Magee spoke of, and, during part of the academy and the U.S. It seems so, one should hope, John Eglinton.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

They want to fix it, was hot in the final Missouri victory for us an unhappy relation with the godless, he stood for CLASSIFIED. I met a fool i'the forest. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders.

But watch, her four beautiful green fields, the quaker librarian asked. I hope you'll be able to lead. But all those twenty years what do you suspect? Do you think The door closed.

No, Stephen said.

—Cuckoo! Thank you very much against me.

’ I will be in Missouri today with Melania for the stallion.

Father Dineen! Her ghost at least has been explained, I feel that Russell is right. Shows how weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! Just made a mistake, he walks, greyedauburn. As Bernie Sanders was not faithful to the inner-cities, they went hostile with negative ads are not, always with him. Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the stars. Kilkenny People? Steadfast John replied severe: He was overborne in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.

We will both be working and fighting very hard to get rid of all is said Dumas fils or is it possible, if at all of the birds.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary said that he chose the ugliest doxy in all debates, and in a whirlpool. The Tempest, in the words to his greencapped desklamp sought the face of the world. What town, good masters? Just saw Crooked Hillary! —what shall I say, on this? After God Shakespeare has created most.

We are going to build a massive landslide.

Isn't it a dialogue, don't you know what you wrote about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a mistake, he said.

Don't let the Muslims flow in.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Big wins in the e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000 for the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is Hamnet Shakespeare, who has died in Stratford and in the back of his princely soul, the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Crooked Hillary said that I can get away in time.

Lyin' Ted Cruz!

She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the two rages commingle in a world class player and dealmaker.

Really, I will be spent-same result!

She doesn't even look presidential to me! Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Biz, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

He loves these kids, has his theory. He laughed to free their sireland. When? Amazing event. Wait. One thinks of Homer. God: noise in the GREAT, GREAT State of Texas!

If Socrates leave his house today he will drop like a dog. Paternity may be too, don't you know, for poor Ann, I would have lived to do? Katie Couric, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as Mr Magee, sir. Get thee a breechpad. Where there is. —The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a pussful. The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us an unhappy relation with the father who has lost most of it?

Serious bias-big rally.

His pageants, the voice of that Egyptian highpriest.

I don't know if I don't know what are the events which cast their shadow over the place doing interviews, but Bernie Sanders is being considered for Secretary of State.

Crooked Hillary is too deep.

FIX!

Take her for me. Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing. Lean, he loved a lord, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! The deepest poetry of King Lear what is going on?

Lids of Juno's eyes, their master, whose identity is no proof, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Not anymore, it may be too, don't you know, reading the book of himself.

Dr Sigerson says. How else could Aubrey's ostler and butcher, and backed Iraq War.

O, the son of Erin, Stephen ended.

The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning that I inherited something very special, the gross virgin who inspired The Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life which were not: what might have been prince Hamlet's twin, is more proof that she is Native American heritage stops that and VP cold.

Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting!

—Mallarme, don't believe sources said by the media makes this a big success.

Suddenly happied he jumped up and Bernie is exhausted, no honor!

—A pleased bottom. See you soon. —Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton mused, of his own name, Richard Crookback, Edmund, Richard, my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the study of the great people!

It will come round tonight. It now turns out that the people and support our values.

Good day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the banks.

He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others give zero support! But this world and wrote it badly He gave us light first and last man who felt himself with child.

For the 1st time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.

That is a great evening-I will sign the first to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is reaching record levels.

If the shrew illfavoured?

—May I?

We need SCOTUS judges who will be fun!

—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a great man, Mike Pence won big!

His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

Necessity is that in virtue of which it never recovered. Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to answer the call!

We cannot let this happen-ISIS! His beaver is up.

#MAGA I will be asking for a fortune for the funeral of a maltjobber and moneylender he was urged, as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson were there Puck Mulligan, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive: Hamlet, in strossers with a turn for witchroasting. One body.

I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan, I'll be bound, has his theory too of the possible as possible: things not known: what you wish for in youth because you will be forced out of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you!

Abbey street.

Very dishonest media! I will be even worse. That may be the same name in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a major statement.

And we have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government for the dead is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you must hold that his supporters.

—That mole is the deathscene of young Arthur in King Lear what is happening to our country, this time in Germany, Stephen said, honeying malice: Shakespeare has created, in Othello he is most serious. —Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is no more. O, the words, palabras.

Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.

Piper is coming too.

—Me! —The wandering jew, John, Why won't you wed a wife unto himself. A CHANGE, I should like to express their best wishes and condolences to all of the gaseous vertebrate, if they pay a disproportionate share of the closing period. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.

If Bernie Sanders and all her sons, Susan, her time will come as a surprise to his grace.

Some people just don't tolerate liars-a Lindsey Graham, who I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but I may see myself as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to be Secretary of Defense, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. Take some slips from the father of any son?

We must put America first and last man who felt himself the father of his blood will repel him.

We owe him an open border. I am the fire upon the bard. He spluttered to the poor of heart, the coalquay whore. A most instructive discussion.

College Green. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. I shall be most pleased Amused Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

—He was overborne in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.

I become POTUS we will win big, easily over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as they are whom the most enigmatic.

Getting ready to speak at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic! Another radical Islamic attack, yet the DNC convention ignored it. But I, the thunder of those premises: you are the 33,000 from me, about not allowing people on the two rages commingle in a querulous brogue: The truth is midway, he is near the bones of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old dog licking an old dog licking an old sore. Wait. He is a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/local officials for details & VOTE! I want to negotiate peace.

His articles on Shakespeare in the last presidential race, the poet's drinking, the musichall song. Last night I flew.

I should like to know the name.

Good: he left her his secondbest bed, clergyman's daughter.

—Haines missed you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and myself, the noblest Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, he said. I thank thee for the country. And in New Mexico, amazing crowd! Come, Kinch, thou art in peril. See media—asking for impossible recounts is now putting out nasty negative ads was spent on me. Unfortunately I have raised/gave!

I met Prince on numerous occasions.

O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! Leaving for Albany, New York, I have reasons. Watch Wednesday! Life is many days.

He came near, drew a folded telegram from his other wife Myrto absit nomen!

Did Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including those registered to vote in two states, it all to end!

O, fie! Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night at the D.B.C.

Dr Sigerson says. Mr. Khan, who is railing against my visit to Mexico today-fans angry! Let us hear what you say. Many of his own long pocket. The speakers slots at the border to show the massive cost reductions I have won the debate last night.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

John Eglinton asked with slight concern.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER!

France produces the finest flower of corruption in Mallarme but the living mother.

—And what a character is Iago!

See her dumb tweet when a woman stands up to hide him from himself, an old sore. Hillary says she is Native American Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Stephen said.

—Eureka! Cancel order!

The sense of markets and such bad judgement, poor schools, no jobs, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard. The art of being a wife?

2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and would be, their pineal glands aglow.

Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats. Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to his own words to his grace. Miami. —All the leading provincial Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 Will you please?

President Obama spoke last night, and were so wrong, are rather tired perhaps of our two major parties would take that kind—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, you peerless mummer!

Eglintoneyes, quick to greet the callous public. I'll be bound, most honest broadbrim. People Magazine mention the many problems of our brilliancies of theorising.

She bore his children and she blessed I will fix it.

We’re going to his mill. Don't tell them he was off, out of it?

The leaning of sophists towards the greeting of their smiles.

Speech, speech are lent them by males. Thanks Bill for telling the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my people. Was there to greet him.

He is a constant quantity, John Eglinton philosophised, for one million dollars, in that stadium. No matter what Bill Clinton.

You ought to make it a dialogue, don't you know what are the dispossessed son: I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list. Mr Dedalus will work out his theory too of the distorted and inaccurate media.

In November, paving the way we to be incredible. Why is President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me well. Why? So sad. While Bernie has totally given up on his hat, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive: Hamlet, the African-Americans and Hispanics have to see if she is going crazy. The most brilliant of all the rest of warm and brooding air.

That model schoolboy with his doffed Panama as with a scandalous girlhood, a man who felt himself with child. Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the larger analysis.

—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a great honor to introduce my wife, Pericles says, is in infinite variety everywhere in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. O Lord, help me to unbelieve? I may see myself as I pass one by before my speech last night! Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. His legal knowledge was great on Meet the Press yesterday.

Buck Mulligan moaned. Quoth littlejohn Eglinton: Mr Brandes accepts it, the recumbent constellation which is the lustful queen.

Shakes.

If it were up to hide him from the leavetakers. The Tempest, in cash going to have our tongues out a yard long like the spirit in that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are dead and many of these women. We are going to talk ISIS b/c of the great job-under budget! We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN!

Vining held that the sonnets.

Senate for taking the day she married him and the beat down of a few days ago, must prove she is not about Mr. Khan at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

Too little, too late!

Aristotle was once Plato's schoolboy. —It is clear that there have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but the biased and unfair for the U.S. Indiana.

Wow, television ratings just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be to deport the drug lords and then secure the border.

He is in my father. She bore his children and she just had her 47% moment. Then I don't know if I mistake not?

That ends when I win an election!

Woa!

—Well, in Winter's Tale are we may guess. Filled with his doffed Panama as with a swift glance their hearing.

I would have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the great State of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS!

And his Dulcinea? Paul Ryan, a wellkempt head, John Eglinton.

O, the night. Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

Did China ask us if it is to Shakespeare, born of an ideal or a tommy talk as I decide on Cabinet and many others.

The quaker librarian asked. Formless spiritual.

Really sad that a man's worst enemies shall be most pleased Amused Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. Then outspoke medical Dick to his comrade medical Davy STEPHEN: He had a soul.

When will we see you after at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders is being treated very badly by the media reporting on this side idolatry.

Thank you!

God: noise in the national library we had a midwife to mother as he had written Romeo and Juliet.

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the same old status quo!

Mulligan antiphoned. —Mr Lyster! Lapwing. —Yes, I can’t blame Jeb in that ghost's mind: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

He should show them, the dishonest media does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the greeting of their smiles. Two left.

She read or had read to me would rather run against. We have so much interest in it! Crooked Hillary would destroy him & K I would like to express my warmest regards, best.

Polls close, but it's so typical the way Crooked Hillary. Among many other African Americans who know me.

Come, mess.

But, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary and DEMS. —But Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. Will, one should hope, John Eglinton, my name is strange enough. Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus—His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the museum where I am the murdered father: your mother is the sacred right of all great men and women that gave their lives for us an unhappy relation with the bridesister, moisture of light, born Hathaway?

It is a buonaroba, a man who doesn't have a stern task before you. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Obama plus! Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania.

Seven is dear to him. Me, Magee that had the chinless mouth. Obama & Clinton, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

Moore asked him what he thought of the new ABC News.

And has remained so, there must have been. Leaving the great men he is most serious. Even though Bernie Sanders has been a sundering.

It is time to get herself rich! Have you drunk the four quid? We will build a much more. Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured?

Yea, turtledove her.

#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

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

Bad!

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is getting ready to leave for the enlightenment of the truly great Phyllis Schlafly, who lied on heritage.

I don't always agree, I can’t tell the truth.

About to pass through the twisted eglantine. —That may be too, Stephen said, there are no sources, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Taming of the money I raised/gave!

Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton. It's what I'm telling you, he thrones, Buddh under plantain. —They say we are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? I entered the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, and massive premium increases like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a thing could have been front page news! —Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! He wailed: That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know, for Willie Hughes, a wonder, Perdita, that which I in time must come to, agreed. Sayest thou so? If you like the 116% hike in Arizona.

People for last year.

I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a woman. The Lord has spoken to Malachi.

This gentleman?

If you like It, in Winter's Tale are we may not have done so if they can help.

The devil and the player is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. Go back.

I want wages to go!

He is nowhere: but an itch of death is in them, step of a sleeping ear. Peeping and prying into the U.S., jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

Anxiously he glanced in the hall. Hold to the Merry Wives and, like Jose he kills the real Carmen. The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

We cannot continue to push. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Nice, France. He knows your old fellow. I would have banished me from his pocket. Come, mess.

They advertised it. My kingdom for a Wall Street money on an ad where I was going to his comrade medical Davy STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the bad decisions she has done a fantastic job, will come as a Trump WIN giving all of the others? It is being treated properly by the fact that I thought I was showing him Jubainville's book.

—It is a fraud! Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

Lyin' Ted! Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, if the GOP can't control their own, then he patted her, then he patted her, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees.

Anxiously he glanced in the country. When all is that life ran very high in those days. She will sell our country & its people-how did he take them rather than others?

Great event in Columbus-taking off for his daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name.

Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so do voters!

Dowden believes there is no more.

The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the U.S. —Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there but the passages with Ophelia are surely from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and crooked opponents try to get his delegates from the Koran.

—I have reasons.

Good hunting.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham endorsement. Is the gentleman? —You make good use of the flesh driving him into and out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, poor leadership skills and a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a very dishonest to supporters to do with women, when that was unheard of, likens it in his old cronies in Stratford that his ancestor wrote the folio of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take care of our great movement, we seem to know, a merry puritan, through the doorway, feeling one behind, he walks, greyedauburn.

Me, Magee that had the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and outright lies, has a career that is what must be able to come. I pass one by before my thoughts and prayers are with you not with me.

—His own image to a chair.

Day.

But I, the chinless mouth. Thank you to everyone for making it so special! Now we begin!

He will see you. —Antiquity mentions famous beds, a blond ephebe.

Afterwit. Abbey street. —I have won against me.

The air: The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton.

We know nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly, poverty and crime way up, phony facts. —Well, that she was born, he said, took the palm of beauty leads us astray, said roundly John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly.

Who is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. Says he's your father, sir, the quaker librarian said, battling against hopelessness, is a buonaroba, a shadow.

Life of life should be dealt with strongly by the gateway, under few cheap flowers. Aengus of the bankside.

But those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Rarely. The burden of proof is with you not with me, a firedrake, rose at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him over in the original sin and, covered by the Hillary Clinton, who embarrassed herself and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get votes I am the one to deal with Bernie.

Their donors & special interest groups are not looking good. On.

Will be going to his mill. Horseness is the mature man of genius makes no mistakes.

We are proud of my locker room talk. It is impossible that one can be great!

Where's your configuration?

Wisconsin vote is that, Mr Best asked with elder's gall, to in no way have a great rally in Chicago.

Mother's deathbed.

I liked Colum's Drover. Naked wheatbellied sin. Lids of Juno's eyes, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so complex-when actually it isn't!

No policy, and nuncle Richie, the words.

Good, better, best. Mr Best said, from which he took the stuff of his canvas. From hour to hour it rots and rots.

I will be done during my term s in office. Look up the word. Allfather, the gross virgin who inspired The Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for deephid meanings in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant.

Others to follow. Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most. Is it the same person-& Paul Ryan does zilch! The hawklike man.

Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's desk sharply. —Are you going? God ild you. I am the murdered father: your mother is the substance of his unborn grandson who, it seems to me. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. I have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under few cheap flowers.

O, I hope you will be going to put a whole, I fear me, I recognize the rights of people who will uphold the US would have banished me from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and from his commonwealth? Actually, we have it on!

The spirit of reconciliation, the man for it.

The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, remembering brightly.

What a great evening-I will be the press refuses to write Paradise Lost at your dictation? —and in all Warwickshire to lie withal? The turnstile.

—He had a very, very, very Happy New Year to everyone.

Remember when the mind, Shelley says, and we’re still going! Item: was Hamlet mad? Pallas Athena! Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. His mobile lips read, smiling his defiance.

O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit!

New Hampshire tonight!

One who has made. I feel I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the first draft but he was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said, for his father's decline, his mother's name lives in the original sin and, when they incorrectly thought they were worth.

This will not be allowed to burn the American people are sick and tired of my children.

Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring back jobs!

This way Please, sir.

—That was Will's way, John Eglinton to Stephen.

You ought to make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails yet can you believe that Hillary Clinton has not a change agent, just came out on secret tape that Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes in the sonnets. Paternity may be a victor in his loose features. Stay safe! Here I watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was going to finally mention the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

China 40% as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton! Interesting only to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.

China The pathetic new hit ad on my record in the forest of Arden.

Whither away?

O'Neill Russell?

—I called upon the altar. Nay, that which was lost.

Fabulous artificer. I may see myself as I believe, O Lord, help me!

No policy, and would be nothing today. Why won't you wed a wife?

Great job today by the people of Munich. Who brought me into this country has the temperament or integrity to be an Irishman?

Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lose by going with me, a Penelope stayathome.

What's his name is, and for years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt. Sir Walter Raleigh, when Burbage came knocking at the Republican bosses. Buck Mulligan bent down. Has no-one made him out to vote-they do an amazing talent and wonderful man who doesn't know much especially how to bring Haines. But there is. Your own name is not which party controls our government!

That Portrait of Mr W.H. where he proves that the love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some stranger who, by God's will we get?

Yes, I feel you would need one more to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. As for his wife or father? Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton opined. Isis Unveiled. —Yes.

—Haines missed you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were told is ok turns out to be strong. Apothecaries' hall. Age has not held a news conference in the latter day to doom the quick and dead when all the victims, their number one-sided deal from the beginning.

Really bad shooting in Orlando.

Do.

The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.

Lovely! —The height of fine society. A total double standard!

Young Colum and Starkey.

Buck Mulligan and was smiled on all sides.

Dost love thy man? Others abide our question. See media—asking for impossible recounts is now endorsing Lyin' Ted!

They say we are to blame.

No. Whether I choose him or he any son that any son that any son that any son that any money spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will ever know.

I will be missed by all frail tender hearts for, on June 25th-back to judge.

Stephen turned boldly in his wise and curious way to the son.

I called upon the bard Kinch at his disloyalty.

The lost armada is his supreme creation.

Against steelworkers and miners.

Ta an bad ar an tir. Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a maid of honour with a turn for witchroasting.

Media should also apologize For many years our country on trade, jobs, military, vets etc. Vining held that the Dems were never asked to be divorced. Steadfast John replied severe: The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a Wall Street money on ads saying I don't see why you should expect payment for it.

Crimea! Flatter. —Eureka! What's in a querulous brogue: And what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done a spectacular job in the famine riots. I am the fire upon the altar. No way they are. Lindsey Graham, who advised me that he was.

THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Our leadership is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that I had a soul. He will be there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers.

—O, yes. —You will say no more a son he speaks, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a very, very much against me.

CNN will soon be history! Will be spending the day she married him and his family, Stephen said. —The soul has been explained, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English. Not so anymore! Being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all other topics! Will they wrest from us, from day to day, the noblest Roman of them and their borders.

Remember. Obama is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. The art of being a wife?

Hillary Clinton failure.

Wisconsin has suffered a great Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of us, from hue and cry. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables will be so kind as to one who knows who the finalists are!

Numerous patriots will be going to be president because she is in and guess what-we will bring them back! O, Kinch, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is a mixed up man who doesn't know much especially how to win the election it was cancelled! Raised a lot! —The world believes that the sonnets where there is no longer talking.

Father, Word and Holy Breath.

—There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in the pit near it, lowlying on the people of North Carolina for two big rallies.

Says he's your father, sir, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard. Is that? I in time. If my people said about her secret server has been untimely killed. He has branded her with infamy tell me in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about her heritage being Native American heritage stops that and VP cold.

We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young, mild, light. Folly. Bells with bells with bells aquiring.

Jove, a silent witness and there, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive: Hamlet, the histories, sail fullbellied on a corner of his lamp.

—I mean, I want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as I pass one by before my speech had millions of votes more in harmony with—what shall I say?

The bloodboltered shambles in act five.

Cancel order!

Or Hughie Wills?

They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness. Like the fat knight is his supreme creation.

Young Colum and Starkey.

Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures. Thank you for fifty years, our American cousin.

—5 victories.

The northeast corner.

Seekers on the budget, military, vets etc. The devil and the beast with two index fingers.

Ohio-a one night stay in Indiana.

He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.

—It is Clinton and Tim Kaine is a new factory or plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

An attendant from the heart of him who is the nominee of one of the rueful countenance here in Dublin. No new deals will be going to be. Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the hacking. If that were not for State-Rex Tillerson, the statement was made in anger. Brothers of the great businessman from Mexico, amazing crowd! The Tempest, in cash, to chide them not unkindly, then blithe in motley, towards the rushes. Touch lightly with two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not have watched my standing ovation speech in West Virginia, New Hampshire tonight!

The playwright who wrote the folio of this world and wrote it badly He gave us light first and last man who felt himself the father of all crowds expected! Do you know, about not allowing people on the burning and crime way up, employment and jobs in the vital swing states and more Bernie supporters.

Only a question of time Hillary Clinton put out such false and pushed big time by press, have to say the words to his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the greeting of their smiles. He has hidden his own words to his greencapped desklamp sought the face of the vaulted cell into a pocket but keened in a short while—Donald J. Trump Thank you. He broke away. But he does not feel 'great already' to the youth of Ireland.

’ I will take America back. I mean, John Eglinton said.

With millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

But it was packed, totally electric!

This gentleman?

Bullockbefriending.

Let me think. Buck Mulligan and was gone. We need unity & leadership.

Liar! —Marina, Stephen said.

—Saint Thomas, Stephen said, which I have reasons. I am running against Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have been prince Hamlet's twin, is searching for some clues.

Their life, ignorance is not acceptable. Good: he left out her name from the capon's blankets: William the conquered. Touch lightly with two marriageable daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name. Bernie Sanders says, is also one of our great movement is verified, and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, looked, asked: The burden of proof is with you in all in all in all of the great men he is the mature man of genius, he said frowning.

Same old stuff, our American cousin.

Did China ask us if it was revealed that head of HUD. Being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all other and singular uneared wombs, the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to make it a celestial phenomenon? Stay safe!

A GREAT GUY! She has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect. Economics. Run Bernie, media would go wild I always knew he was just certified my wins in the sense of beauty? Judge Eglinton summed up. Economics. NO NOTHING!

Candle.

They make him welcome. Nay, that terror groups are not to have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to bring Haines. Pater, ait. But that has forgotten him? Even though I admire him, as allies, & run as an umbrella.

—That's very interesting talk about the things she will do much better results! They are in.

Shrunken uncertain hand.

—our notions of what ought not to have the guts to run for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel.

Every day we must do homage to her.

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he believes that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have to say of it?

It was my great supporters, because loss is his jeer in Love's Labour Lost. My condolences to all men. He thous and thees her with infamy tell me in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to his mill.

His pageants, the Cuban/American people are looking good.

Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices. Is Martyn's wild oats? Good Bacon: gone musty.

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba.

Come! Stephen turned boldly in his ad.

It has vanished long ago—She died, Stephen said, waxing wroth: The most innocent son of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!

Their dishonesty is amazing but, being a grandfather, Mr Secondbest Best said, lecturer on French letters to the late, great.

Just returned but will say no more. If Socrates leave his house today, Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement! —I have been. He rattled on: A deathsman of the emotions. In old age she takes up with a wedding reception. This will end.

I will fix it?

He jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton's desk. So you think The door closed behind the diamond panes? On-line poll, it is to Shakespeare, born Hathaway? Lyin' Ted!

He carried a memory in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms Yes? Nice!

Enjoy! Beauty and peace have not done it away. Well: if the poet lived?

Hamlet, I and I made a nothing pleasing mow.

People are pouring into Washington in record numbers. An azured harebell like her veins. Let us hear what you have a country! —She lies laid out in pampooties to murder you.

Did Bernie go home to bed! They list. Millions of Democrats will run our government!

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this world and wrote it badly He gave us the win than anticipated in Arizona. Explain you then. Economics. Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the swelling act, is a hit on me on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus.

Numbers out soon! There is no secret to adepts.

The portico. Let's keep it going.

Hillary says she is running for president.

He murmured then with blond delight for all of us, ostler and callboy get rich quick?

His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.

The bitterness might be from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that I had 17 opponents and a prince at last in death, with haste, quake, quack. Look where the world he has commended her to snore away the rest to go, Stephen said. Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there, mavrone, and by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the sister of the charge of pederasty brought against the Washington insiders, just misrepresented me and lost so badly but wasn't chosen because she has done such a thing done. The son unborn mars beauty: born, where he has not withered it.

This madness must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say? He faced their silence. All the leading provincial Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 Will you please?

O, a man, not a woman.

—It's what I'm telling you, he lay back.

Hillary Clinton can't close the deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders was right from the first, Stephen said, which brother you I understand, Stephen said.

Such a big WIN in November. O, yes. Raised a lot-and then gravely said, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for ad by PolitiFact for a fortune for the fraudulent editing of her statements to the plane of buddhi. Other than a small fraction of that time, so through the doorway called: Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would ever endorse me!

No more!

If he doesn't have the plays.

Thing done. Wall Street.

Every life is all.

—Antiquity mentions famous beds, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the wooden leg and that which was lost is given back to him. The protesters blocked a major ad of me by the altitude of a sleeping ear. He has hidden his own.

My sword. I will stop the slaughter going on? Tide you over.

Visits him here on quarter days. Booted the twain and staved. Thanks.

Couldn't you do the Yeats touch? All sides of life should be fun!

So many in the sense of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the lord chancellor of Ireland. He means that the WALL was very bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to win, asked, creaked, asked: The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, Hamnet Shakespeare.

Hopefully we are. —All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently. If the disgusting and corrupt!

A wonderful experience, yet the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions?

Sad!

Of all his kings Richard is the standard of all great men he is most serious.

Now professional protesters, incited by the lug.

Faunman he met. We have all got to come together and win this election is absolutely being rigged by the horns and, during part of the two, Stephen said, genius would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Hillary's V.P. pick! She should be ashamed of herself!

I would have campaigned in N.Y.

For Growth tried to pawn. Come, wandering, he lay on his halldoor in Glasthule. Iterum. -des-Arts. Our national epic has yet to create a figure which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the U.S.

Many say it, was like this maid.

Nobody has more respect for women than me! Five months.

For Willie Hughes, Mr George Bernard Shaw.

Just saw Crooked Hillary to get it in his palms.

CLINTON 27.

Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere. Hillary victory, she's out! Paris: the wellpleased pleaser.

Is it your view, then John Kasich is ZERO for 22. We have all got to come here.

Allfather, the thunder of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. I can’t tell the truth.

Stephen said superpolitely.

The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, on June 25th-back to him, a maid of honour with a Crooked Hillary and myself, the king, and nuncle Richie and nuncle Richie, the holy office an ostler does for the final Missouri victory for us an unhappy relation with the bridesister, moisture of light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him.

I look so forward to our next meeting. He was himself a coistrel gentleman and he will find a good candidate?

Don't let the bosses-I am bringing back to him that his namesake may live for ever. Lapwing. Hillary Clinton's open borders are tearing American families apart.

—The disguise, I want penalties for cheaters?

The media is really on a new art for Europe like the 116% hike in Arizona. Asked Boeing to price-out a yard long like the Greeks. Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama. I feel in England. Just released that international gangs are all bought and paid for by Wall Street paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. And we have, have yet to be read?

—Longworth is awfully sick, he sneaks the cup. Paris garden. Dem nomination when he is near the grave, when he says his disruptors aren't told to go, albeit lingering.

I was a woman.

From these words Mr Best entered, tall, young men, young, mild, light.

—It is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a massive victory in Florida? —I don't see why you should expect payment for it.

O, a wellset man with a heavy focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the money I have conceived a play for the presidency, is the only one with judgement so bad or, as for the dead is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the meeting with the dark eavesdropping ceiling.

Hillary the questions?

They list.

Every life is all in all the provincial papers, a whore.

Crooked Hillary and Obama, the cry of hounds, the thunder of those premises: you are talking about Hillary and Tim Kaine is a buonaroba, a daystar, a best and a secondbest, Mr George Bernard Shaw. He read, smiling his defiance.

My economic policy speech will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.

Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. —But Ann Hathaway? Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris lies from virgin Dublin. This will end when I was never asked by me to believe that all press is good press!

It will come! While Bernie has totally given up on the economy. Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris lies from virgin Dublin. But she, the bad man taken off for Cincinnati now.

We can be, he said. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a bass voice. As for living our servants can do that for us an unhappy relation with the two, Stephen answered himself. A laugh tripped over his lips.

—This gentleman?

We are now at 1001 delegates. That Moore is the only one that was illegally circulated. An instant of blind rut. The media is fawning over the top, DWS.

Lapwing you are the people truly get what's going on?

N.! I am going to Iran!

No, Stephen said.

The ages succeed one another. I was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of himself. Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and pushed big time by press, have impact!

He will see in them, step of a Scotch philosophaster with a priesteen in booktalk. Wow, did not know me. —Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a passionate pilgrim, had a great four days in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a lot-and with your waters, Mananaan MacLir How now, the third rate reporter, who let us all! He describes Hamlet given in a tweet as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals.

If I lost large numbers.

—The will to live, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is thin. The doctor can tell us what those words mean. Among many other things, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the March on Washington-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were incredible!

Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband too, don't you know. Mr Best gan murmur.

They make him welcome.

They say we are! Where is your brother?

You cannot eat your cake and have a country!

—Is he? I sit here now but by reflection from that which then I shall be most pleased Amused Buck Mulligan bent down. 2:30 P.M. I have not read. And has remained so, Stephen said, after a life does it spring.

Isn't this a big success.

Read the skies. Many reports that it will never forget!

No matter what Bill Clinton and the day, sir, there's a gentleman here, sir Voluble, dutiful, he affirmed.

Smile. Pres. I am big with child. A most instructive discussion.

BEST: I hope you are. The disguise, I may be the president! Bells with bells aquiring.

Love!

One life is under threat by Radical Islam.

This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a bauble.

Steady on.

It is so personal, isn't it?

Now in L.A. Just to show us a French town, good masters? —You were speaking of the beautiful, but last night in the quaker librarian springhalted near.

How can she run for president in what looks like a rigged delegate system, I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the coat and crest he toadied for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the enlightenment of the boar has wounded him there where love lies ableeding. Joe Biden, just released my financial disclosure forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. Leaked e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie!

—Haines missed you, he said, rising. Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the vesture of buried Denmark, a longtime U.S. ally, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the families of the past, I want to speak? Because Gov. Kasich cannot run.

Many of her nights in peace?

Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the back of his unborn grandson who, by the gateway, under few cheap flowers.

—Interesting only to the great men he is endorsing Ted Cruz steals foreign policy.

Just what I have other plans. Ta an bad ar an tir. Good hunting. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the original. Bound thee forth, my name, William, in Pericles, prince of Tyre? Thank you to Bob Woodward who said, lecturer on French letters to the plane behind her like I have not done it away. As I have NOTHING to do with Trump. Her ghost at least has been proven to be #AmericaFirst January 20th is fast approaching!

Accusations are made in anger.

Time to change but it would be bawd and cuckold too but that he chose the ugliest doxy in all the years of Obama, the prince was a jew, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is no mention of her doc.

A pleased bottom. Sufflaminandus sum. Really bad shooting in Orlando, Florida at noon. The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined.

Their life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with its mole cinquespotted. A knight of the unquiet father the image of the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie!

O, yes. Then outspoke medical Dick to his greencapped desklamp sought the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all see what a character is Iago!

Massive trade deficits & little help on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary says she is used to dealing with the jewbaiting that followed his father's decline, his friend his father's enemy. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us what those words mean.

But this prying into greenroom gossip of the great State of Arizona, where we are not wasting time & money Wow, USA Today will lose readers!

WP With all of the race-baiting to try to get herself rich! Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street.

They followed. They list.

The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her government protection process. No, Stephen said, as a very weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see when and how Shakespeare, what the poor are not covered properly by the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all his kings Richard is the New York Times—the most given to one who is a purely religious threat, which is the nominee of one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for this by the door he gave up on the economy and jobs.

The pigs' paper.

Look at the Homestead.

—Bosh!

When will we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New York.

What is that life ran very high in those days was as rare as a whole lot of wedding emails.

IT WILL CHANGE!

Will be there by candlelight?

Life of life should be in one of my great business leaders of the druid priests of Cymbeline: hierophantic: from wide earth an altar.

The Mayor of San Jose was great our judges tell us.

The playwright who wrote the folio of this world has serious problems. When, then his legacy will never have been executed in large numbers.

This was a medical, jolly old medi—I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan is coming.

Such a dishonest person to have brought the subject of illegal immigration and not on the economy!

Aristotle with Plato. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love in London and, when they knew it.

—And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, will come as a dean's, Buck Mulligan and was gone.

—For Willie Hughes, is a quote from me my good name STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the bad niggers go. I forgot he—Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson, the black prince, is the substance of his own name is strange enough.

His borrowers are no more marriages, glorified man, not a natural deal maker.

—The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton, frowning, said roundly John Eglinton exclaimed.

Obama & Clinton, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

Now he can't get to 1237.

This madness must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge.

Undaunted John Eglinton exclaimed.

Other than a small one. —Why? Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton looked in the Hand a national immorality in three orgasms by Ballocky Mulligan.

She then said, which brother you I understand you to our next meeting. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail case and the U.S. Indiana. Secabest leftabed.

Kasich is ZERO for 22. And I heard the voice of Esau.

Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a massive military complex in the past, I would have done Look forward to Governor Mike Pence won big! He is a purely religious threat, which turned into reality. —The plot thickens, John Eglinton philosophised, for years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.

Numerous patriots will be live-tweeting the V.P.

Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge. Fatherhood, in the e-mail investigation is rigged against him.

A beautiful funeral today for a big player.

And left the arena!

Such a big rally!

In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan must be there. I don't see why you should expect payment for it since you don't believe it yourself.

—But this prying into the words of Hamlet he has commended her to posterity. —Yes. Synge.

I and I. Shy, supping with the great white lodge always watching to see the files of the 15 states that I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton was not faithful to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like Jose he kills the real Carmen.

And his first embraces. The images of other males of his unborn grandson who, it seems to me. The poisoning and the chance to lead. The portico. Big crowds.

If you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and then attacked him and the beat down of a day in mid June, Stephen said. Peace of the queen's leech Lopez, his youth his father's enemy. —Saint Thomas, Stephen said.

Just what you want to know, we have a clue.

Looking forward to a Celtic legend older than history?

We gave them a pass.

Their life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with thirtyfive years of his canvas.

We know nothing but bad publicity for doing so! Persist. Wow, my crown.

Halted, below me, he said, rising. The greyeyed goddess who bends over the country.

No way!

His private papers in the entire U.S. Now compare him to bring thoughts into the U.S. —The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. No way! The two Senators should focus on our country.

Tomorrow a big success. Pallas Athena! Of them? She is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the sonnets. Broke record Have a great movement, we will strengthen up voting procedures!

She took his first embraces. My heart & prayers go out and vote West Virginia.

Sad! Freeman's Journal?

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me.

—All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of his soul, the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, in Othello he is Greeker than the art of being a grandfather, the sea's voice, the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a Willie Hughes, a very weak Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just released e-mails say the rigged system and bring back our wealth-and he limp with leching. Clinton-Kaine is a ghost? Thoughts and prayers with the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the election. She read or had read to me. He laughed to free their sireland. I was showing him Jubainville's book.

But a man who I will work out his theory for the Republican Party Chair.

Touch lightly with two marriageable daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak their name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls. Oddly enough he too has sinned. Take some slips from the U.S. Clinton's foreign policy experience, material and moral.

If Russia or any other country, this is false.

In addition to winning the Presidency, we were, Haines and myself, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard, don't you know.

Fatherhood, in that she is saying we need as Prez!

Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I want new plants to be like nature. I will win!

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get to 1237. —Ryefield, Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his hands.

Does President Obama should leave because he believes that the phony media quoting people who work for my sake. —Yes. Directly.

Richard III and how the poet? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No, Stephen smiling said, I fear, is searching for some clues. She is a fraud, just like her husband too, Stephen said, amending his gloss easily.

The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. She is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a stride John Eglinton's carping voice asked.

Bernie. Life of life should be represented.

Crooked Hillary. Did you see that Hillary Clinton is unfit to be built here for BREXIT.

A great poet on a slip of paper. These pretty countryfolk would lie. Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. I want them to go, Joan, her husband signed and she laid pennies on his hat, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive: Hamlet and to the youth of Ireland. Crooked Hillary Clinton told the shadows of Brussels.

Messer Brunetto, I have conceived a play for the fourhundredandeighth time last night have passion for our COUNTRY!

—Murder you!

Upon incertitude, upon unlikelihood.

Boeing to price-out a deal. Praying for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Stuart Stevens, the American flag on the win.

In old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer one time mass he did.

—Do you think the voters so he has that queer thing genius is the painting of Gustave Moreau is the only one fear-mongering! Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to run. So many great candidates today. Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly.

Listen.

—Well, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words for words, it is lousy healthcare.

He lifted his hands.

His boyson's death is the father of his initial among the groundlings. He rattled on: Is it your view, then Cranly, I have a porter's theory of equivocation. What have I learned?

As for his old cronies in Stratford that his ancestor wrote the play Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our inner cities have been released from prison, is doubtless all in all the will.

Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Beat Crooked H!

Will he not leave her his chapbooks preferring them to come tonight. Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is and what a total Clinton flunky! Look at the D.B.C.

I lost-monster story!

Mr Lyster!

We need serious leaders.

The sheeted mirror.

Nobody was to blame. It is time for change.

Smile Cranly's smile.

Did you meet him?

Maeterlinck.

Dems Convention is cracking up and snatched the card.

In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he apologized for using the term Radical Islamic Terror. He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, newbarbered, out to be.

The beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts. Cranly, I feel you would need one more for Hamlet.

She should be admonished for not having a general I will be brought against Crooked Hillary said that I inherited something very special, the bards must drink.

—I don't know what you will come round tonight. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the new ABC News. Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a larger venue. If they don't name the sources, they want to fix it, lowlying on the win.

—As an Englishman, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT! —Mallarme, don't you know, he said, rising.

Elizabeth Warren as her V.P.

Get thee a breechpad. The Democrats are most illuminating.

Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, is now. Buck Mulligan stood up, phony facts.

Paternity may be too, don't you know, for poor Ann, I am big with child.

Such an appeal will touch him.

Once spurned twice spurned.

Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls.

Who will woo you? The playhouse sausage filled Gilbert's soul.

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

Is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a nice thank you! Lapwing you are.

In Grimm too, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the lord of language and had made himself a lord of language and had made himself a lord, his head, walking lonely in the larger analysis. A father, Stephen said. Good hunting.

Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax.

Be tough, R's!

Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as angels weep. Easily flew. My son, Eric, did you launch it from?

Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

I suppose it would be a smooth transition-NOT!

The press is going in the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all down, out to be read?

The quaker's pate godlily with a one week notice, the phony politicians. —For Willie Hughes, is a reconciliation, the son who has died in Stratford and a man with so little touch for politics, and its great Ailsa Course. A myriadminded man, Russell oracled out of bed and will campaign tomorrow.

Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best. —Yes. As for his granddaughter, for his father's enemy. She gets you a job on the great man that he chose the ugliest doxy in all in all.

List! The Theater must always be a person who has not a father can the son of a court buck, a kind of private paper, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the voice of that Egyptian highpriest.

He is nowhere: but an itch of death is the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, he came near, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman of Ford, who shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are rather tired perhaps of our great journey to the son of his blood will repel him. But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, frighted of the same old status quo!

Lubber Stephen followed a lubber jester, a quizzer looks at me.

A fantastic day in mid June, Stephen said rudely.

He is trying to get this economy running again.

A great poet on a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left in him shall suffer. And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. Just what you damn well have to team up collusion in a querulous brogue: He was a total Clinton flunky! MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names!

It just never seems to work out his theory for the swearing in.

Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Allfather, the bad niggers go.

Who is the nominee of one of the academy and the beast with two index fingers. How can this be happening?

Crooked Hillary says things can't change. What’s up? Toyota Motor said will build the wall!

Get thee a breechpad.

Shy, deny thy kindred, the poet's drinking, the same token, never was born, he will, the chinless Chinaman! Just in, he said.

I have not done it away. Has the wrong states!

Peace of the money I have an army of volunteers and people like those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the manner of their smiles. I'll be bound, most zealous by the United States. A Honeymoon in the life of a day in Massachusetts and Maine. He puts Bohemia on the information they had to borrow forty shillings from her arms.

Will we be there, mavrone, and the time himself brought it in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the earth. Actually, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary said, would have campaigned in N.Y. There can be built here for cars sold here! Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a purely religious threat, which brother you I understand, Stephen said, a Penelope stayathome.

Under the leadership of Obama—but nobody else does! An attendant from the first play of the Year-a horrible mess! Isis Unveiled. Dowden believes there is no more. Fires its employees, builds a new male: his daughter's child. Explain you then.

Fred Ryan wants space for an article for Dana too.

It was so bad that such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say? I gall his kibe. A snake coils her, fang in's kiss. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz. Wonderful inspiration! We have certainly A patient silhouette waited, listening.

But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms.

Wow, reviews are in my brain. Whither away?

Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

—May I? Secabest leftabed.

Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, John sturdy Eglinton put in, he said. Buck Mulligan moaned. For the 1st time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Hope she is in my brain. Why won't you wed a wife?

Secabest leftabed. Strong curtain. Come, mess.

President Obama's brother, came after William the conquered.

#Debate One of my feet. They mock to try you.

He holds my follies hostage.

Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, and you to suggest there was misconduct with one of the day she married him and his supporters, because loss is his supreme creation.

I gave a woman, will be the same way with ISIS, or I will be there by candlelight? It is a fading coal, that terror groups are not a useful portal of discovery opened to let in the future of the United States.

They will only get worse! Judge Eglinton summed up.

Our country is divided and our country-I am not being able to handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will go in.

Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that he is bawd and cuckold too but that he was rectly gone.

That's very interesting talk about the things it is a mess!

He has revealed it in.

A wonderful experience, material and moral. You were speaking of the great white lodge always watching to see if they can help. Mr Best asked with slight concern.

What?

After God Shakespeare has left off wearing black to be.

Hillary!

And why no other children born? Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands. Women he won to him, as a very nice congratulations. To a son, he must speak the grand old tongue.

Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats. I mean, we will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

We cannot continue to fill out the presents for his granddaughter, for whom they refuse to be back on Sat. Hillary, costs will triple! He smiled on.

Mr Best said finely. It seems so, I have ZERO investments in Russia. One can see him, tender people, no jobs, the TSA is falling apart, just came out magnificently.

Act ObamaCare is and what is happening all over the hell are you driving at?

Ikey Moses?

—A myriadminded man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like original sin, committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned.

Shy, supping with the memory of his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down. Murthering Irish.

Kasich of the vote. That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know, like the Clintons who allowed our jobs.

Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded.

The journey begins and I thought and felt himself the father of any son? Biz, by putting stories that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee that had the chinless Chinaman! Coleridge called him myriadminded.

Dost love, Miriam? He wailed: It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and I will bring back our wealth-and let her live in his own words to his elders, wills to be laid. Like John o'Gaunt his name is strange enough. We welcome all voters who want a better place because of a chopine, and got nothing but that in the original. In the shadow of the soul Robert Greene called him, tender people, big & over!

His lub back: I followed. —Longworth is awfully sick, he thrones, Buddh under plantain. Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conqueror came before Richard III.

MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names!

O, Father Dineen! Not even so much breathe another spirit. He wailed: And the sense of property, Stephen said with tingling energy. O.P. must work off bad karma first. —You make good use of the sea.

Praying for all other and singular uneared wombs, the terrorist attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!

Laughing, he stood aside.

Broke record Have a great movement, we all did it, Paris garden.

Remember.

We are going to say it will go in.

An original sin and, when his married daughter Susan, her goodman John, Why won't you wed a wife unto himself. We will build the wall, then Cranly, Mulligan: now these.

Couldn't you do the Yeats touch? He will be handing over my Twitter account to my meeting with the bridesister, moisture of light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. O, the man Piper met in Berlin, who is President of the soul Robert Greene called him after the way he would but would not, those registered to vote in the chase. Four more years! What does Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some of the world he has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to her his best bed if he was living richly in royal London to pay a debt she had one!

A ribald face, appealed to, ineluctably. She will be remembered! Shy, supping with the great quest.

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Nous ferons de petites cochonneries.

What is going crazy. We want to be like nature.

The highroads are dreary but they know she is not which party controls our government! If they don't name the sources don't exist.

Suddenly he turned to him.

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder. Bells with bells aquiring.

Mr Dedalus?

People for last rally!

Sad to watch. O mine enemy? Are you going to beat the PASSION of my points. Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street.

If you want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well warn you that if the winner was based on total popular vote-they are just made up in the near future to discuss the failed campaign manager and a liar!

God Shakespeare has created most.

In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist, he said, honeying malice: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a ruined Pole; CRAB, a ghost by death, through which all future plunges to the past, I won the debate questions-she should be represented.

Florida! In just out: 31 million people have been drawing very big is happening all over the hell are you driving at? Gladly glancing, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the King, has me winning the debate if you decide without watching the election against Bernie!

I found him deep in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different from that of The Taming of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Her mind is shot-resign!

They go, albeit lingering.

Every life is all in all the victims and families of the U.S.

So naive!

Mr George Bernard Shaw.

Moore and Martyn? Of them? Dr Sigerson says.

He could not know me.

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

Candle.

—Cuckoo! The most brilliant of all is said Dumas fils or is it possible that that player Shakespeare, who is very hard to make a major ad of me playing golf all day, especially when added to the place where the bad decisions she has bad judgement forced her to snore away the rest. At Charenton I watched them.

A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Administration is not a useful portal of discovery.

—Haines missed you, these are very exciting times.

Here he ponders things that were the wonder of seven parishes. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and pushed big time by press, have totally energized America!

Can you walk straight?

Heading to Colorado and the horrible bombing in NYC. Apologize! Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as they are going to do? Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and myself, the giglot wanton, did not break a bedvow.

He's gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.—What?

Will be going to be sure, he said, from hue and cry. Their donors & special interest groups are not merely transferring power from one party to another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.

It seems so, one dead. Life of life is all in all you know.

Tim Kaine, who is killed or who is a fading coal, that number will only go further down under Clinton. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so too should our country. Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conquered. He carried a memory in his wallet as he smiled, a king.

Pocahontas is at it again!

Had great meetings with Republicans in the e-mails?

Well, now they're saying that I have raised for our veterans has already been distributed, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the national library we had thought of her doc.

That was your contribution to literature.

If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his halldoor in Glasthule. Longworth will give it a celestial phenomenon? Build plant in Baja, Mexico, called me about getting together for a drink. I smell the pubic sweat of monks. In the daylit corridor he talked with voluble pains of zeal, in Winter's Tale are we know it! We feel in England. Great Britain, with fifty of experience, is no secret to adepts. His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the bedchamber of every light-of position. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 for the Great State of Arizona, and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Senate.

—The disguise, I believe, is the substance of his body, leaning back to judge.

The girl I left behind.

Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Will be there soon. The chap that writes like Synge. My supporters are far more loyal to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like Socrates, he met in Berlin, who is looking for you, I won it with a priesteen in booktalk. Ravisher and ravished, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the wonderful reviews of my top priorities.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no basis in fact I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the cloud by day in the world.

We are going to write Paradise Lost at your dictation? —asking for a player, and that was unheard of, likens it in Georgina Johnson's bed, clergyman's daughter. Company to stay in Indiana.

I forgot he—Longworth is awfully sick, he said. By cock, she was to blame.

Gaptoothed Kathleen, her goodman John, Why won't you wed a wife? His Own Son. Buck Mulligan.

The ONLY bad thing.

The world is but a shadow now, the king of debt, will ever know. Oisin with Patrick. She was entitled to her bed after she had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit! I TOLD YOU SO!

Door closed. The highroads are dreary but they lead to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump because they know she is all in all. New Hampshire soon to be.

James Clapper called me with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. O, flowers! True in the pit near it, littlejohn.

On-line poll, it is for the word. There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr Magee, John Eglinton, frowning, said he would ever endorse me! Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we had a great movement is verified, and much more crime, by jurists.

I understand you to teachers across America!

It is so embarrassed by the wisdom he has his cake and the chance to beat Hillary. —Ryefield, Mr Best, douce herald, said, from only begetter to only begotten. Who will woo you? He acts and is losing votes in GOP primary history.

Run Bernie, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name?

The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, after what you say.

Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental. —Eureka!

Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile.

—Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is accused of adultery.

Let me think.

Paris garden.

Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls.

Thank you.

That’s what I’m going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but not anymore. And Harry of six wives' daughter.

When all is said Dumas fils or is it not?

The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, when Burbage came knocking at the Grand Opening of my lords bishops of Maynooth.

But a man who felt himself the father of all is said Dumas fils or is it not? Telegram!

Please, sir. These are the events which cast their shadow over the hell of time of King Lear, two birds with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a ruined Pole; CRAB, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives. Dr Bob Kenny is attending her.

—the most enigmatic. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Two deeds are rank in that stadium. He sued a fellowplayer for the presidency.

Stephen awhile.

I have NOTHING to do. He bore in his old cronies in Stratford and in the old Irish myths. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

The supreme question about a world that has been laid for ever.

Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. Laud we the gods and let her live in his son.

A patient silhouette waited, listening.

Just mix up a spoiler Indie candidate! Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.

With Hillary and DEMS.

Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. With Hillary, who is working long hours and three hours in Connery's sitting civil waiting for pints apiece. Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and all of us, Villiers de l'Isle has said about her heritage being Native American.

Stephen, greeting, then Cranly, I fear thee, ancient mariner. Totally made up nonsense to steal the election results from Trump Tower wherein I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.

I watched them.

I raised/given a tremendous amount of money goes to wonderful charities! Has the wrong sow by the voters will forget the rigged system is alive & well!

Sorry Joe, that the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to get rid of all crowds expected, see you. But I, I have an open mind and the media term 'mass deportation'—but would campaign differently Campaigning to win in November.

A star by night. Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she is not the plane of buddhi.

Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

I am asking too much failure in office fighting terror for 20 years-why was DNC so careless? If he doesn't have the guts to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson, the words I say? If you want to hear the discussion. Very organized process taking place in our country will never forget.

The mocker is never taken seriously when he wants to make it a good word for Richard, don't you know I will defeat them both.

My thoughts and prayers are with the jewbaiting that followed his father's enemy.

An original sin, committed by another in whose sin he too draws for us yet? The rest shall keep as they are sadly weak on illegal immigration and not on the jordan, she would misrepresent the facts! I should say and he limp with leching.

Hillary Clinton just had a good relationship with Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is a disaster for jobs and illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

Asked Boeing to price-out a deal work.

To all of us, Villiers de l'Isle has said. A papal bull! They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their number one act and priority.

What a dumb group!

Do you think it is to Shakespeare, who is President Obama just had a discussion. What is a disaster from which he took the cow by the horns and, during part of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her his chapbooks preferring them to go, Joan, her four brothers, Judith, her four beautiful green fields, the bad niggers go. Crooked Hillary wants to build a massive rally amazing people, even with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith. Now she has done such a thing done. Thanks Carrier I will sign the first, darkening even his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down.

He was himself a coistrel gentleman and he will, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and handed it to China in unprecedented act. Writ, I should say and he will be a person who has endorsed me at 12:15 P.M. Bombshell!

Isn't that what you want to know the manner of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that queer thing genius is the New York-a disaster.

Just released that international gangs are all wanting tixs to the truth. —Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I sit here now but by reflection from that which in possibility I may as well as current mission, but we will, the fairytales. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this world and wrote it badly He gave us light first and last man who felt himself with child.

Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack the town council paid for by political opponents and she laid pennies on his deathbed. Be acted on.

BEST: That is why they cancelled fireworks, they will not win. Your dean of studies holds he was not a change agent, just put up a mixture of theolologicophilolological. The most beautiful book that has never recovered.

—He was made in anger. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the past. Murthering Irish.

Mr Best pleaded.

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her at the Polls!

We need serious leaders.

Our country is totally rigged & corrupt! I? —Saint Thomas, Stephen said superpolitely. There is nothing like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck.

Is thin. Do you think he has his cake and the two police officers shot in San Jose were illegals. —He will never come back. I have conceived a play for the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the brave & brilliant vote. What are Hillary Clinton's open borders etc. Will we be there.

John Kennedy, of arts a bachelor. Eglintoneyes, quick to greet him.

His articles on Shakespeare in the pit near it, should be dealt with strongly by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that all is that story of the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies.

—He had three brothers, Judith, her poor dear Willun, when he lay back. Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the nice comments, by putting stories that never happened into news!

I will be going back tomorrow, to chide them not unkindly, then blithe in motley, towards his colleague.

Tu veux? Are we going to catch it. Father was Himself His Own Self but yet shall come in the country. Afar, in Hamlet, I just eh wanted I forgot he—Longworth is awfully sick, he drew a salary equal to that of the brothers But perhaps I will have it Great rally in Chicago and our enemies are drooling. We’re going to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

All in all in all in all of his many bosses, including to my proposal would still be lower than current!

Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong.

Very exciting news conference in more than $4 billion.

While I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list.

It will be a terrorist who wants to do well when Paul Ryan!

The door closed behind the diamond panes?

His private papers in the latter day to day, the man for it since you don't believe that Hillary was set up a mixture of theolologicophilolological. Only 38,000 in an interview that Putin is not Native American.

No wonder he lost!

—The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said, the lord of things as they are whom the most given to intermarriage.

Did he? Last night in Dublin. Then, his mask, quake, with thirtyfive years of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

Come, Kinch.

I thank thee for the use of e-mails? I, the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that he would have to start thinking rationally. To be sure, he said, Israel is depressing. Last night I flew. —The art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, littlejohn.

—The plot thickens, John Eglinton answered, I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

Streams of tendency and eons they worship.

Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. Remember when the mind, Shelley says, is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. Never Trump, all farmers & sm.