#what kills me is that the salesman was very nice and even fixed our door thing for us and the crew was just absolute trash

[bunnyb34r]

aww the construction guys moved the hose so it lined up with the walkway instead of just haphazardly thrown on the lawn :') idk why but that just seems really nice to me

It's the little things absgdgdg

[doctors-star]

lister/rimmer for “Oh no, I feel bad- SYKE, no I don’t.” pretty please

“You’re being weirdly helpful today. What do you want?”

Rimmer opens his eyes parodically wide, fingers splayed against his sternum in an elaborate moi? gesture. It is an appearance of surprise and hurt so manufactured that Lister almost wants to applaud the performance, bow at their audience of stars, and abandon the bastard to his machinations. But unfortunately, Lister has been granted prophetic visions of the future and knows with deep and terrible certainty that, were he to do so, he would spend two minutes wandering the empty decks, trip over Kryten’s best mop, slide on one of Cat’s abandoned silk cravats, and go and find Rimmer to bitch about it and hope that he’s doing something more interesting. So, given that interstellar travel is remarkably exhausting, it’s far better to cut out the middleman and instead lie here on the sofa and watch Rimmer direct scutters to haphazardly clean the living quarters inch by mind-numbing inch. They’ve even got little white glove-fingers on their claws, so that Rimmer can demand that they swipe something to test for cleanliness and then bawl them out for miniscule specks no-one else can see. Once, Rimmer had conjured up a white glove for himself and gone round doing the same thing, but when Lister had pointed out that he couldn’t pick up dust and therefore was imagining things, Rimmer had only doubled down harder - so hard that he’d worked himself into a real tizzy about going video-blind, or being permanently stuck with dust on his finger for all eternity, or dying, again, and had needed to go and have a lie down in the dark for a bit. So this is - debatably - an improvement.

Normally, Lister wouldn’t give a toss about Rimmer bossing the scutters about on yet another mad powertrip, but he’s going too far. He’s thrown out all Lister’s mouldering dishes, professing concern for Lister’s health but probably just trying to irritate him, and he’s cleared out the space in the corner of the bunkroom that Lister had hesitantly earmarked for the crib - and in doing so, had thrown out Lister’s third-worst t-shirt, the one with the curry stain vaguely resembling Maggie Thatcher, and which he likes to keep around in order to spit at it every now and then. The final straw, however, had been when Rimmer had nasally informed him that he was getting in the way of the scutters’ gruelling floor-cleaning regime, and that he had better go and put his feet up instead - to keep out of their way, of course.

“When have I ever tried to manipulate you to get what I want?” Rimmer says with a voice which he probably thinks is sweet and just makes him sound like a particularly jammy and unpleasant used-car salesman trying to get off with the seventeen-year-old girls coming in for their first Fiat 500.

Lister narrows his eyes. “Do you want that alphabetised or chronological?”

Rimmer blinks at him balefully, still very much putting it on. “Can’t I just do something nice without an ulterior motive?”

He considers this. “A person could, even if they never have before. You, though, I genuinely think the shock of it would kill you.” Lister spreads his hands invitingly, obligingly lifting one foot out of the way of a scutter before letting it once more dangle over the side of the sofa. “So, out with it.”

Rimmer shifts nervously from one foot to the other, inventing something at speed as though he never expected Lister to call him out on this - in which case, he’s a moron. More so than usual. “I don’t want the twins sleeping in our room,” he blurts out all in one rushed go, and Lister raises an eyebrow. “They’ll - they’ll cry, and keep me up, and I’m not giving up my Learn Esperanto discs for rodent-sized versions of you.”

Lister makes a game show-style incorrect noise and blows a raspberry, just to watch the left side of Rimmer’s face twitch in irritation. “Nope, not happening. They’ll cry so’s I know they need me, so I gotta be here to hear ‘em. Anyway, I wouldn’t make you give up your Esperanto discs - they’ll be better at it than you in a few months.”

Rimmer makes a sucked-lemon face at him. “Your spawn is not piggybacking my learning, the little parasites,” he says sternly.

Lister cups a hand around his ear exaggeratedly. “What was that, little-Listers? Ni estas tre lertaj? Yes,” he says to his still flat stomach in a very gooey voice that makes Rimmer clench and unclench his fists like a prize fighter, “you are very clever!”

Rimmer wrenches one hand up and points at him viciously, the other fingers curled in so tightly that his knuckles go white. “I forbid it.”

Lister sticks his tongue out. “Move out. Anyway, that’s not the reason - you cleared the space for their beds yourself. So, what is it?”

Rimmer narrows his eyes. The scutters start inching towards the door and effecting their escape. “I want to pick the film tonight, and it won’t be Fast and 14ious again,” he says carefully, feeling his way into the lie.

Lister pulls a sympathetic face and makes his game show noise again. “Oh, too bad,” he says, “you know well it’s Cat’s shout tonight so helping me won’t do anything. Anyway, 14ious is the best one.”

“It’s scratched to hell,” Rimmer points out. “We have to make up our own dialogue for the entire second act - last time, Kryten had the central car chase pivot around a shipment of mopheads and got disturbingly into the sex scene immediately following.”

Lister winces briefly at the recollection, but shrugs. “Exactly, it’s the best one. Right, contestant, last chance, remembering that you still have your lifelines: ask the audience, fifty-fifty, phone a friend-”

Predictably, Rimmer frowns. “Phone a friend?”

Internally, Lister pumps his fist. “Sorry contestant, that’s wrong too - you don’t have any friends.” Rimmer offers him a truly poisonous look and Lister nearly falls off the sofa snorting with laughter.

Rimmer folds his arms. “Well, if you know so much,” he sneers. “Work it out for yourself.”

“Nah, ‘cause you’ll just say yes to anything in the hope I’ll shut my gob,” Lister says without taking offence, and Rimmer looks vaguely exhausted. “Come on,” he wheedles, “tell me what’s eating you.”

“Nothing!” Rimmer snaps, unfolding his arms in a jerky motion and stalking off to fold himself into his bunk so that Lister has to awkwardly lean his head over the back of the sofa to see him. “Maybe I just want to live somewhere with basic standards of cleanliness.”

“Yeah,” Lister allows, watching Rimmer rub at the webbing between thumb and forefinger obsessively, as though seeking comfort. “But usually you yell at me until I do it. This,” he says, gesturing at the hard work of the scutters, “could be interpreted as nice, Rimmer, so you’d better do something selfish before the Playboy cover designers get in touch and make you every Miss July for the next century, or something else equally unlikely happens.”

“You’re an unbearable goit with all the standards and appeal of a mangy, leg-humping jack russell.”

“That’s the spirit. Now, explain yourself, you uptight lunatic.”

Rimmer makes a face at his own knees, then looks up, sees Lister watching him, and makes an even unhappier face. “Well,” he says, and then Lister has to wait and listen to nothing but the noise of deep space and Red Dwarf slowly falling apart around them for a good minute. “We ought to be ready for the babies, when they arrive,” he says suddenly, addressing the starched creases in his trousers.

“Which will be in about seven months,” Lister prompts gently, turning around to lean his chest against the back of the sofa and watch Rimmer better. He rubs the back of his neck carefully, tugging at the baby hair under his dreads. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be prepared, but - seven months is a long time, in the depths of space with sod all else to occupy them. Rimmer seems oddly hung up on it. The thought occurs to him like a lead weight in his stomach. “Look, man, I know we never asked for ‘em, but they are coming, so even if you don’t want them around you’ve-”

“No!” Rimmer says sharply, and when he meets Lister’s eyes he knows Rimmer is entirely serious, even though he still doesn’t understand literally anything else about the situation. “It’s not-” he waves a hand at Lister dismissively. Then he fixes his gaze on his hands, and addresses his remarks to those. “Pregnant people are supposed to rest,” he says sternly, “and be undisturbed by - by mess, and noise, and small children.”

Lister feels a frown settle on his brows, and a worry settle in his gut. Rimmer swallows hard, adam’s apple moving like a yo-yo. “Why’s that?” he murmurs gently, as if - if he could only be quiet enough - the question wouldn’t spook Rimmer out of his honesty.

Rimmer shrugs one shoulder. “Stops the baby growing up strong,” he recites oddly. “Mummy said she’d spent so much time running after my brothers that she was worn out with me, and that’s why I was slow.” He sniffs. He looks horribly lonely, and a hundred thousand miles away, and it’s like there’s a fist around Lister’s heart slowly constricting. “And that she might as well keep focussing on them, since I was never going to catch up.”

Lister shakes his head slowly. “Rimmer,” he says, “you’ve got more hang-ups than Elton John’s feather boa rack. I’m not raising the kids like your parents did you, and I’m not going to lie on the sofa for the next seven months doing sod all.”

“Whereas normally you’re such a ball of energy,” Rimmer snipes, but his heart’s not in it.

“Yeah,” Lister agrees calmly, “I’ve a strict schedule of slobbing about in different places and I’m gonna stick to it. Rimmer.” Rimmer flicks his head up guiltily and Lister offers him an exhausted look. “You can’t just decide to only care about my health when it suits your trauma and really annoys me, alright?”

Rimmer frowns. “Why not?” he whinges - which is a surprise, because Lister was anticipating him latching onto the caring thing, and not getting much further.

Lister spreads his hands. “All or nothing, baby,” he says firmly and with cheer, and then shoots Rimmer a wink - which reminds him of the aforementioned caring thing, and sets him off sputtering.

“And - and I don’t care,” he manages in the end. “Watch me not caring, you odious toad.”

“Uh-huh,” Lister says, and then, when Rimmer chances a glance his way, blows him a kiss to make him go all red and cross. It’s really ridiculously endearing.

“This,” Rimmer says, pointing at him, “is a manifestation of my dreadful upbringing, and, and Stockholm syndrome, anyway.”

Lister manages a grin, and lets it go. As he slumps back into the sofa, he can’t help but wish that Rimmer wasn’t probably right - and not just because the man is obnoxious and intolerable on a good day, when he’s wrong - and failing that, that this Stockholm syndrome, this resolute and unbending care that humans apparently manifest for one another despite literally everything when there is nothing else in the universe except a few creeping lifeforms and the persistent love they put out like radiation from a life-destroying nuclear incident, touching everything and making it all complicated - he cannot help but wish that it wasn’t there, or that it was there more, or something. That Lister loved him less, or that Rimmer loved him more, or that there was anything, anything at all, that Lister could do to change that.

But there isn’t, and he hasn’t got a hope in hell of Rimmer ever acknowledging affection without yelling got you afterwards, so he’d better just - stop bothering, really. Lister sighs, and smoothes his shirt over his stomach. He doesn’t care that Rimmer doesn’t want to care. He’s fine about it.

He hears his own brain make the game show noise. In a fit of pique, he removes one vile sock and throws it into the cleared space designed for the cots, and tries not to think about the hair-pulling sense of satisfaction he gets from listening to Rimmer yell at him.

[queenofthefallenangels]

Captured Love Prologue

The shield x Oc

Rating: M

Warning: none for this part

Summary: Madison thinks her and Baron's relationship is perfect. She soon finds out nothing is how it seems when three strange men show up to her work.

Tag Team: @dasexydevitt13 @writtingrose @queenofthearchitect @afauss2009 @royalpainastrid @darktammy

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Enjoy

I always thought Baron and I had the perfect relationship. One of those relationships that you see plastered all over Facebook with the caption of goals. I really thought Baron and I were goals. Something that people would strive to be. Too bad like most things in life, it was too good to be true.

"Hard day at work?" I asked Baron as he came home late for the fourth night this week. Baron had told me he was a salesman would most would think that meant he worked 9 to 5, but a lot of times he worked til 9 at night even later. I was a waitress and worked mainly nights, so it seemed liked his crazy work schedule made it hard to see him. Tonight, I was off and had been hoping he would be home early, too much luck he didn't.

Baron sighed rubbing his bald head, "You can say that." He began unbuttoning his shirt. "It's going to be worth it one day." He kissed my lips. "I am saving up for something special." He winked at me.

Her heart skipped a beat, "like what?" I asked him.

"I can't tell you. It will ruin the surprise. Which reminds me," he said digging in his pocket. "I got you something tonight though." He pulled out a beautiful necklace. It was in the shape of a heart and diamonds in the middle.

"Baron, it's beautiful." I smiled at him.

He got up, putting the necklace around her neck. "Just like you are. I got it with the extra I made last week. I saw it in the store and immediately thought of you."

I smiled running to the mirror to look at him, "It's perfect. I love it."I ran my fingers over the necklace. "You spoil me, you know."

He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to his hips. "You deserve the whole world for putting up with me." He kissed her neck. "You are the most beautiful girl, I have ever seen."

I blushed at his words, "Stop, Baron, you don't mean that."

"You are, though." He said into her shoulder. "Why would I lie to you?"

I giggled, rolling her eyes at him. I turned to face him, "Who knows with you." Baron and I had been together for four years. He was my best friend, my rock, my everything. I couldn't see a life without him there. He treated me like a queen. I had never been treated this well in my life.

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"I think he's going to propose." I told my best friend, Carmella at work.

"It's about damn time, he does." She told her as she helped me dry glasses off. We were both waitresses at Buffalo Wild Wings. We worked most shifts together. I didn't enjoy waitressing thar much, but having my best friend by my side makes it easier on me, especially when you get asshole customers. It's nice to have someone who has your back.

"I thought I was going to have to beat some sense into that boy for making you wait so long." She shook her head.

"I didn't think he ever was til he told me he is saving up for something special. I think now's the time."

"I call maid of honor." Mella cheered.

"Of course, you are." I rolled my eyes.

"Just make sure you put me with Bobby. Drew creeps me out."

"He does give off that eerie vibe." I agreed. "I don't think he has ever spoken to me, but two words."

"He just stared at me last time. It made my stomach turn. Is he a salesperson like Baron?"

"I think he's in HR."

"Hey!" Nattie, our supervisor yelled coming up to us. "Last I checked it's work time, not gossip time. You have tables waiting for both of you. Go." She told us shooing us out of the kitchen.

"Who knew being a supervisor required you to have a stick up your ass." Carmella told me as we walked to our tables.

"I heard that," Nattie yelled from behind us.

Both of us snickered, before we went our separate ways. I walked over to one of my tables to see three men sitting there. Two of them with long black hair, the third with short reddish brown hair. They were all muscular men with intimating looks on their faces. Even as they watched the game on one of the tvs.

"Welcome to buffalo wild wings, my name is Madison, I will be your server tonight. What can  I get you to drink?" I said with my best smile. I knew Nattie was still watching to make sure I was actually doing my job and not making more wedding plans with Carmella.

"Beer will be fine, doll." The one with the short hair answered with a smile on his face. "Any kind just as long as its cold."

I nodded looking at the other two waiting for them.

"We will have the same." The other two men chimed in.

I nodded, "i will be back to take your orders." I walked back to the bar to get their drinks. I could feel their eyes on me as I left.

Carmella stopped by on the way to one of her tables. "Hey, you wanna switch tables and let a single girl get the table with the three hot men?"

I chuckled, "you know we can't switch tables. Nattie is already on the warpath."

"I swear she does that on purpose. She doesn't want me to get any guys numbers."

"Probably since you got fired from your job at hooters, because you punched a guy."

"Hey, they were supposed to just look at the merchandise, not touch." She said referring to her breasts. I shook my head at her as I finished getting the drinks. Carmella glanced over at the table. "They seem to be interested in you anyway. Work it girl. Get a big tip for that wedding." She laughed giving me a bump in the side.

I did get a pretty nice tip from them. There was something off about them I couldn't put my finger on it. Something was just off. They didn't speak to me very much. I was used to get flirted with, but they barely spoke any words to me. I also felt like their eyes followed me everywhere while they were there. I thought maybe I was just paranoid. I couldn't help it though.  

I tried to brush it off after I left since by the time they left. It was almost the end of my shift.

"My feet are killing me," Carnella told me as she walked past me. I was mopping up the floor to finish closing. "Plus my head is still aching from this hangover."

"You can go than if you want. I will finish closing up." I told her.

"You sure?" She asked me.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. You have done it for me before. I can do it for you."

"Thanks, love." She said hugging me as she grabbed her stuff to go home for the night. "Text me so I know you get home safe." She told me as she left.

I sighed finishing up the cleaning to close up for the night. After I was done, I grabbed my things and headed to my car.

The light above my car started flickering. I groaned as it snapped out. It did that every now and then. I wish they would fix it. It was much darker making it harder for me to unlock my door. I wish I would have already fixed my remote to unlock my door, but I always forgot. I finally got my door unlocked when suddenly everything went black...

[wozman23]

Roller Coasters and Car Wrecks: Both The Physical and The Emotional Kinds

I’ve recently taken a couple of trips to Six Flags, but those haven’t been the only roller coasters I’ve been on. And I’ve recently been part of or witnessed a few car wrecks. In every instance, these last few months have been absolutely absurd in the most beautifully nerve-racking of ways. For my own well being and sanity, I’ve needed to severely cut my time at Aldi for quite some time. Despite the fact that I’ll be losing about $1000 a month, I’ve now done that. I’m two weeks in to being a part timer. Yet I fear I pushed myself a bit too far for those eight months. The constant lack of sleep has seriously impaired me, yet I continued to push my limits despite countless signs. First off, many months ago, after a gym split shift that started at 5 AM and ended at I-don’t-even-remember-how-late PM, I backed into someone pulling out of a parking space in a Walmart parking lot. It was the most minor accident imaginable, but my insurance company didn’t give a damn. So when it came time to renew, they raised my rates, and I decided to stop carrying collision and comprehension on my 12 year old car. Then a few months back I destroyed two tires after falling asleep at the wheel. That was the most literal of wake up calls, and a $400 mistake. It was really the turning point that made me question how hard I was pushing myself. I’m still grateful that the situation wasn’t much worse. Then again, yesterday, while not paying enough attention while trying to maneuver my way out from a gas station and in to a turn lane through a few lanes of traffic stopped at a light, I took too narrow of a path when squeezing between vehicles and put a nasty scrape across my passenger side rear door and quarter panel when I brushed up against the bumper of a semi. On one hand I was pissed off! Why wasn’t I paying more attention?! It’s either something that’s gonna cost quite a chunk of change to fix, or it’s something that won’t be worth fixing and I’ll just have to stare at my mistake until it’s time for a new ride. On the other I was relieved that the semi driver didn’t care since the rigid metal bumper took pretty much zero damage, so all we did was shake hands and agree that we didn’t need to exchange insurance. So now my car, which looked alright when it moved to California, is in much worse shape these days. The right side alone has taken a rock to the windshield (hey, at least that one wasn’t my fault), some chipped paint on the rear bumper, and now a giant war wound. Like many cars on the road out here, it is beat up. I now joke that it’s my badge that I’m a true Angeleno. But, contrary to how it sounds, my life hasn’t completely been a series of car accidents. It’s had its ups as well. I’m fortunate that my gym job is a pleasure. I absolutely love it, my clients, and the vast majority of my coworkers. I couldn’t imagine a better, more fulfilling job. And just tonight I cemented a promotion by barely squeezing out the required amount of training sales dollars and supplement sales - largely in part thanks to my amazing clients and coworkers who pulled some favors for me to get close enough to those requirements, and me throwing a few hundred down on supplements knowing I will make my money back in the next three months.

But just as I lessened my role at Aldi, I’ve also lost some good clients. While my paychecks have been on the up-and-up, my overall net pay is in a state of flux right now. And if those sales numbers don’t maintain - which they’re trending not to - I take a demotion back to where I was after another three months. So I’m really uncertain on where that roller coaster is heading next. Couple that with the fact that I’m still clearly mentally and physically exhausted from both jobs and the continued effort of trying to make that relationship I was interested in work, I’ve been in a really weird headspace. That physical exhaustion also means that I’ve curtailed my workouts. I haven’t consistently run since my injury around six months ago, and my lifting has been the most inconsistent it’s been since I began this journey a few years ago. I don’t doubt that’s also influenced the uneasy feeling I’ve been having. Most days I’m still filled with chipper whimsy, but I’ve noticed my mood start to swing in less desirable directions. While it’s nowhere near as crippling as it once was, I’ve finally began to feel a normal, acceptable amount of anxiety about my future, which is to be expected from such chaos. I’m actually surprised it took this long. But that small level is actually nice to have again, because it lets me know I’ve crossed my limits. I wish it would have let me know months ago. Maybe then my car - which seems to be more and more representative of my battered psyche every day - wouldn’t have taken the brunt of the damage it has. Maybe this steam of consciousness would be more coherent, and maybe I’d have the energy to proof read it. Then the pinnacle! Tonight we were supposed to celebrate promotions at work by meeting for dinner. Reservations were made around a month ago, but it kept getting pushed back. Finally hitting my goals, I was invited hours before the event. So after putting in a full day at the gym striking out on getting that out of pocket cost of my supplements any lower- because I’m still not that great of a salesman - I picked up another $200 worth of amino acids, creatine, joint flex, and multivitamins, drove over to the place we were supposed to meet... and found out it had closed down a few weeks ago due to a fire. A backup plan hadn’t materialized yet, so being mentally and physically spent, I laughed it off and went home. And on the way home what should I find: a traffic jam. The cause: the same generation Corolla as mine with a crushed front end after rear ending someone on the 5 (see again I’m a true Angeleno because I don’t call the interstate I-5 anymore). I’ve had some pessimistic moments. I’ve laughed. I’ve cried. I’ve been angry. I’ve been desperate. I’ve questioned whether or not moving here was the right choice. Yet, despite all of my turmoil and absurdity, there are constant reminders that things could always be worse. My place of employment didn’t burn down and while my car may be unsightly, it is still drive-able. Thanks to killing myself with two jobs, I’ve nearly replaced all the money in my savings that I blew through to get established. Overall, I remain predominately optimistic. My roller coaster has the potential to be heading up. I’ll be making around $4 more per hour when training clients, which equates to around $22/hr. I’m coaching an all-time high of 7 Gold’s Burn classes a week, which gets me $32/hr. I’m getting more full nights of sleep, which is the thing I need the most. I’ve got more free time. I’ll have most weekends off. I went for a run today with a client and her husband - the one who I resigned that put me literally $10 over my sales goal. (As a thank you I bought her some protein powder.) I’m hoping I can make those runs a semiweek(end)ly occurrence with a few clients/friends. I’ll have more time to catch up on video games, a month’s worth of Conan episodes that I haven’t watched, and a few other shows. And despite a few missed opportunities on previous invites, I might have finally talked Lisa into coming to Six Flags with me and our mutual friend on July 10th. And maybe we’ll hit the water park later next month. When I went to Six Flags last weekend, one roller coaster was shut down almost the entire day. But it reopened just before close. We hopped in line, got all the way to the front, literally waiting to be the next to hop on... And then a car got stuck on the climb... We waited while they tried to fix it,and watched as the next person-less test car got stuck again. Many people behind us left. But in the end we stayed, they got it up and running, and we got to ride arguable the best ride there.

That’s me: I push through shit, stubbornly. I’m determined. I’m always looking to move forward. When I want to hit a goal for a half marathon, I do so at the expense of my ligaments. When I hit a curb, I don’t put the car in reverse. I just run it over. When I start to hear my car door scraping against a semi, instead of stopping I just let it scrape the whole way. It’s not always the smartest decision - clearly. Had I stopped, fixing a single small blemish on the door would have been a relatively cheap repair. But in other, not-car-destroying related instances, it can be a benefit. Life is fucking weird, and that’s why it’s fun. It reminds me of a snippet from a song I fell in love with that I found not long ago, Incandenza by Waking Aida. I posted it before, but it bears repeating: “When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you'll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away. You will put the wind in winsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life" - Sarah Kay

That poem eviscerates my soul for so many reasons. It exemplifies the last few years of my life perfectly. It reduces me to tears - happy tears. I honestly have no clue where this roller coaster is headed, but I’m enjoying the ride, the people I’m riding it with, and all its ups and downs. If you’ve made it this far into this post, or even just cared enough to skip to the bottom, thank you for being in my life. Thanks for the encouragement. Thanks for laughing with or at me. Thanks for inspiring me. I hope you see life through the same glasses I do. If I can give you but one thing, I hope it’s that childlike optimism.

[xoxopandapanda]

Little Family Ch. 1

Chapters  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

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A/N: The Lucky Ones is one of my favorite Inuyasha fanfictions of all time, and I am drawing inspiration from it, along with every other story where a little hanyou is found and needing more love. MOAR LOVE.

I read somewhere that Inuyasha was based off of the Akita inu (and I love that breed of dog more than anything in the world), so I was inspired to ask myself ‘what if there was a red Akita hanyou’, and I’m taking it and running.

Also, I want to make it a little bit like post-canon, but I am definitely making it AU. (There is a baby and Kagome can go back through the well, because Mama Higarashi is life.)

When Kagome had first come back through the well, both she and Inuyasha had figured it was a one-way trip. The well was closed now. They had never once considered to even try to go back down it, nor did they even give it much of a second thought.

The had quickly settled into their new norm, Kagome apprenticing under Kaede to take over as the village priestess, and Inuyasha maintaining his position as the village guardian.

Kagome hadn’t been that surprised to find out that Inuyasha had taken to making sure that everyone in the village was safe, and there were no threats lurking in his forest. What had surprised her is his involvement in other areas of the village. He planted rice and built homes with the village men. He cleaned up larger kills, and sometimes even smaller ones like fish, for the village women. He carried anything to heavy for any of the elder’s to where ever they needed it.

What surprised her the most was when it came to bartering, and Inuyasha was the mindful eye making sure everyone got a fair deal.

“You’re really involved around here, Inuyasha,” she remarked one day in passing.

Inuyasha had simply responded, “It’s my home.”

Kaede was the watchful eye that reminded Kagome of Inuyasha’s standing in the community whenever she seemed to forget. “People used to be so scared of him, Kagome. But you taught them, and me, that he was to be trusted and let into our lives. He is invaluable to us now, and he is part of our community.”

Kagome was also miffed by Inuyasha’s willingness to let Sango and Miroku’s girls mess with him. The Inuyasha she knew would never have allowed toddlers to climb all over him and make squealing noises that startled her with her human hearing. But the Inuyasha of now did, and sometimes would even let the girls take a nap on his knee.

Sango had told Kagome that Inuyasha had stayed away at first when the girls were born, but one day he came back and never quite left. “Miroku had gone the village over to help with an exorcism, and Inuyasha just came over for dinner. He held one of the girls all night for me, switching with me as necessary. I don’t know, Kagome. It was like he suddenly realized that they were also a part of our family.”

“They sure do love their Uncle Inuyasha,” Miroku had commented once while the girls snored on Inuyasha’s knee.

Inuyasha had grunted in response and said nothing further, making Kagome think that maybe Inuyasha loved them just as much.

Kagome had been back for a few months, before Inuyasha built her a home. She had been suspicious it was in the works for a while, but wisely said nothing to him, as it was also probable he was doing it by himself.

Kagome had found out about the structure from Kaede who told her that one of the younger village men had found it while out trapping, and was appalled Inuyasha hadn’t asked him for help. “Inuyasha has helped built or fix nearly every building standing. I think the men were hurt he hadn’t asked them for help.”

Inuyasha had grumbled and carried on that he didn’t need anyone’s help, because it was his home for his Kagome, but the village men had ignored him and done as they pleased.

Within a week of Kagome learning she had a home being made in the forest, she was moving into her home and welcoming guests who brought household items for the newly married couple.

When Sango and Miroku visited, baby and toddlers in tow, Inuyasha was proud to show his friend around his new home.

“I’m going to put Kagome’s garden here,” he pointed just a stone’s throw outside the front door, “and a bucket for washing right here,” he pointed to just next to the door. “I’ve already got the fire pit installed, but I think when the traveling salesman comes back, I might try to get the supplies to make some tatami mats. I think that would look nice on the floor.”

Miroku hummed to indicate he was listening, but if he had any thoughts of his friend’s plans for the new home, he said nothing.

Sango however was quick to tally up what was still needed, and tell Kagome. Kagome took her advice to heart, eager to learn how to manage a household of her very own. “Have Inuyasha build you a little rack to dry herbs on. One that can go outside in the summer, but move inside in the winter. Sometimes you can still dig up good herbs in the snow.” Sango patted the lightly fussing baby in her arms, now entering a big growing phase and uncomfortable in his own skin.

“Do you think we will need more pots and dishes than this? I have two pots, and they are pretty big, but that’s about it. I have quite a few bowls from different women.” Kagome showed Sango her wedding gifts from villagers.

“Not until you have extra mouths to feed, you won’t.” Sango assured her.

Before they departed, Miroku announced that Inuyasha and Kagome should have a ceremony in the village, and he was happy to officiate. Inuyasha had balked and tried to protest, but Miroku ignored whatever warbling words had escaped his friend’s mouth.

Kagome readily agreed, thinking back to how Kaede had told her that Inuyasha was a part of the community. It was agreed that the next day a small ceremony in front of the small shrine would happen.

Inuyasha had trudged down to the village that morning, releasing all the theatrics he was capable of to show Kagome his level of displeasure, but once the village men started to congratulate him on his wedding, he changed his tune and told them all to come to watch.

Which was exactly how the ‘small ceremony’ turned into the whole village crowding the entire area around the small shrine, and Miroku having to shout out the prayers over the newlyweds.

The party and drinking that ensued carried on into the early morning the next day, and Kagome swore she had never felt so happy in her entire life.

It was six months into living in the feudal era as a married couple that they discovered the well was still open to them to travel.

It had happened quite unexpectedly one day. Miroku and Inuyasha had been taking the twins for a walk, and Kagome was taking care of the baby boy at her home to give their mother a break. The twins were leading the walk, meandering as they pleased with their father and uncle keeping watchful eye on them.

They had made it back to the bone eaters well without the men thinking much of it, where the girls were playing with each other and running around. They had managed to rope Inuyasha into playing along with them, as he rarely denied them anything besides direct access to his ears.

They were rather sly girls, much like their father, and had, while playing peek-a-boo with their favorite uncle, gotten him to balance on the ledge of the well. While he had his eyes covered pretending he couldn’t see them, they each shoved a leg with all their might, and toppled him into the well. They squealed in delight at having gotten the upper hand on their beloved uncle. But instead of him jumping out to playfully startle them, a bright blue light flashed.

Miroku had rushed over from where he had been resting in the shade as soon as he saw the light, but knew there was nothing to be done- Inuyasha was on the other side of the well. Sighing loudly and scooping up his girls, one in each arm, he made his way to Kagome and Inuyasha’s home to tell Kagome.

“What do you mean he’s gone?” Kagome stared at the monk, one eyebrow high on her forehead. The baby at her chest was asleep, having finally given into his body’s demands for rest. The girls were back to chasing each other, seemingly to have forgotten their favorite uncle was gone and nonplussed that they had been taken somewhere else.

“I’m afraid they pushed him down the well, and now he’s gone.” Miroku reached and picked up his son from Kagome’s embrace, tucking him carefully against his chest and rocking him to stay asleep.

“Well, where did he go?”

“Down the well, I suppose.”

“The well is closed, Miroku. He couldn’t have gone down it.” Kagome crossed her arms and regarded the man in front of her. “I can’t believe you lost my husband.”

“I didn’t lose him, the girls did.” Miroku dropped a kiss to the baby’s head as he snuffled and nuzzled closer to his father.

Kagome turned to look at the girls. “Ayame, Suzume. Where did Uncle Inuyasha go?”

The girls stopped playing and looked at their beloved aunt. Ayame, the far more vocal girl, spoke first. “With the blue light.”

“Poof!” Suzume added with a flourish of the arms above her head.

Kagome paused before turning back to Miroku. Kagome opened her mouth to scold him, but found that she was speechless. The robed man shrugged before holding out an arm to his girls. “Let’s go find Mama, girls. Aunt Kagome needs to find her husband.”

With that, Kagome was left alone.

Sighing audibly, Kagome walked to the well. Looking down it, she reasoned that trying wouldn’t hurt. But she wanted to go slowly down it, as to ensure she wouldn’t break something in case it wasn’t open. Hoisting herself over, she cautiously worked her way down the vines to the bottom of the well. Her feet touched the solid ground, and she stood still for several seconds. Realizing she wasn’t going through, she cursed out loud.

“YOU’RE SO DAMN FULL OF IT, MIROKU,” and then the light engulfed her.

Although she had endured the sensation for years of her life before, Kagome was startled at the free-falling sensation of going through time before being gently placed on her feet in the future.

Blinking back sudden tears from the rush of emotions that over took her realizing she went through time, Kagome looked up and saw her little brother staring at her from the top of the well. He had grown quite a bit, she noticed. He no longer had his chubby baby cheeks. Her heart-strings pulled hard as she realized how much she had missed.

“Took you long enough, nee-chan. Inuyasha-nii-san is already on his third bowl of ramen.” He tossed the rope ladder down her. “Mama went to the store to make oden for you.”

Kagome’s tears finally spilled down her face as she made her way out of the well. When she reached the top, she grabbed Souta and squeezed him tight. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her voice cracking from emotion.

“I’ve missed you too,” Souta was fighting his own tears as he held her just as tight.

Arm in arm they walked towards the house where Inuyasha was watching TV with grandpa and slurping down noodles. Giving her grandfather a hug and a kiss, Kagome sat at the table as well, waiting for her mother to come home.

Her reuniting with her mother was the most tear-filled, as she told her mother about everything she had done since she was gone, what had changed in the village, and her mother listened happily. Kagome made dinner with her mother again, grateful for the chance to spend time with her family again.

They ate dinner with gusto and many tales of the last year that night. It was a large meal full of familiar and favorite foods. When Momma heard that Kagome and Inuyasha had married in the feudal era, she insisted on running to the store and buying a small cake. Inuyasha didn’t understand the significance of the small white cake, but he sure enjoyed the taste of it.

As they returned to the feudal era the next morning, Inuyasha and Kagome agreed to come back as often as they could for a day or two, to share a meal and stories. Kagome promised it would be at least once a month, but hopefully more frequent. With a new house and new responsibilities being the apprentice priestess, Kagome knew she was busy. However, she also knew she was blessed with a chance to come home for dinner. 

[xmasimt]

A Very Meta Christmas

Her husband was dead that was certain (Voice I: "Ask me who I was..."). (Voice II: Oh please) She (Voice I: Name? Characters are supposed to be people. People have names) (Voice II: Fine. Diane. Ha!) (Voice III: You think you're clever don't you?) (Voice I: It is postmodern) (Voice II: Supposedly) Her husband was dead that was certain. Diane could no longer deny it, even to herself even though even now it was like he was still here with her. But even when he was still here with her, she had to admit bitterly--yes, still bitterly-- he was not. Not really. They met on a Monday.  Her first day on her new job and he was-- then-- her new boss. (Voice I: Ghost. Ghost. Isn't this supposed to be Dickens?) (Voice II: Fine. Enter GHOST. Wind howling. Chains creaking etc, etc) I saw her as she stepped off the bus. Wearing a red coat. I watched as she ran toward the door. Her face was covered with a scarf that she held closely round her. Her red hair the only warmth the winter day had to offer. She did not care for him then, truth be told. Or maybe it was the job she hated (stuck in a tiny cubicle, chained to a telephone, begging for donations to a cause she knew nothing about really and cared about even less). Or maybe it was both the job and her boss she hated-- then.  But she was a student at the time, taking classes during the day, and it was an evening job and at least she wasn't waiting tables and killing her feet. At the end of the first night, he offered her a ride home. "I can take the bus," she said. "Thanks." "I can't have my most valuable employee waiting for a bus in this neighborhood," he said. "I can drop you home. It's on my way anyway." She agreed-- reluctantly-- and it became a routine.  At first she found him shallow and irritating (though right about the neighborhood, she had to admit, so she accepted the ride home for lack of a better option). He talked about nothing but himself-- his plans to own his own business, his glory days playing basketball in high school. He never asked about her. Then, one night, he said he was starving and would she mind stopping and getting something to eat? "My treat," he said, so she agreed (she was famished herself). This, too, became a routine. They often stopped to eat after work or to grab a cup of coffee. They discovered they had similar tastes in movies, in books, in music. When Christmas came round that year, he surprised her with tickets to Bowie in Chicago, hid inside a used copy of Dirges in the Dark. She had never heard of it. "Its one of my favorites," he said. She was embarrassed that she had not gotten him anything. "Well," she said, "It won't be much, but I was thinking...maybe I could fix Christmas dinner? If you don't have any other plans, I mean." "No plans for dinner," he said. "We have breakfast at my mother's, but my brothers and sisters (he had two of each he told her) have dinner with their in-laws, and my mother has dinner with old friends of hers, so I'm on my own." "What do you normally do?" she asked. "Christmas night I mean." "Watch A Christmas Carol on T.V." "Me too," she said. She made dinner-- a small ham, mashed potatoes, a salad. Baked an apple pie for dessert. He brought wine. She told him how the ham always reminded her of her foster parents. Her foster father worked in a factory and when she was young they used to give the factory workers a turkey on Thanksgiving and a ham for Christmas. "And they had a big Christmas party every year for all the workers and their families. Lots of games and a raffle. We won a colored T.V. one year," she said, "It was the Big Prize." They watched old movies.  Once Clarence got his wings in It's a Wonderful Life, it was after midnight. "I guess I should be going," he said as he stumbled to his feet. "diane? Diane?" But she was asleep. He pulled the cover from the back of the sofa and placed it over her. He watched her sleeping for a moment and then stood to leave.  Blew out the candles on the table. Stared at the miniature Christmas tree on the crate near the window. The tiny strand of lights and scant decorations scattered on the branches haphazardly. "No angel?" he asked. "No star on top the tree?" (Voice I: Ghost? Ghost? What happened to the Ghost? Some Christmas story this is!) She had an angel made of glass that was broken when she opened it. She said she had not had time to buy another one, busy with school and work as she was. It had slipped her mind. I drove around and found one of those 24-hour drugstores. I looked around at the last of their Christmas stuff. Not much there. Three rolls of wrapping paper, a bag of bows, one spool of red ribbon. No ornaments or lights left. On the bottom shelf there was a small plastic elf dressed in green. I grabbed it and a gift bag and a card. Wrote a note inside the card: "For your tree. An Elf-angel." When she woke the next morning and stepped out into the hallway on her way to buy coffee, there was the bag left outside the door. All the years they were married, they place a miniature tree in the window of one room in the house. With tiny lights twinkling and small ornaments scattered haphazardly on the branches. And that Elf-angel. II. It was her first day on her new job-- now-- and she arrived forty-five minutes late. Not a good beginning. "My car wouldn't start," she explained to her new boss, all out-of-breath as she ran through the door and nearly knocked over a customer who was just leaving, "I had to take the bus," she said as she smiled up at him. She was stooped down on the floor, retrieving the contents of the customer's bag that had fallen out in the collision. "I'm so sorry," she said to the woman as she handed the cookbooks and kitchen items to her. "I'm sorry," she said again, standing to her feet and turning to face her employer. "It won't happen again." "I hope not," he said.  "You'll scare them off and put us out of business." The rest of the day was no better. She set off the alarm while taking out the trash and then -- she was so embarrassed-- she broke a set of wine glasses while putting together a window display. "I'm sorry," she said for the third time that day. "It's okay," he employer assured her. "Everyone does it. The day's not done until we break something around here." He was just being nice, she thought at the time but discovered soon enough that the trials of the day were indeed considered something of a right of passage at Turner's Houseware's and having survived setting off the alarm and breaking one item or another, she was now one of their own. "Why don't you take your break?" he suggested as she swept up the last shards of broken glass. "And here," he said, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a handful of cash, "Could you pick me up a slice of pizza--pepporoni? The managers aren't allowed to leave the store." "Sure," she said. "Anything else?" "Just a coke. Diet," he said. "And get your lunch too. On me." "That's not nece..." "Go on," he said. "I'm not nice often. Best take advantage," he smiled at her. "Okay," she said. And that's how she met her husband. (Voice i: Shouldn't the boss be more... miserly? This is not going as planned). (Voice II: It never does, does it?). She was walking through the mall; it was Black Friday (who starts work on a Friday? Even if it is Black Friday). The mall was, of course, packed. She stopped and bought a pretzel-- one of those huge ones, with cheese dip that dripped onto her slacks. She ate as she watched the line of children waiting to sit on Santa's lap. Santa did not look amused. A small boy, dressed all in black, barreled through the line and knocked over the plastic reindeer. "Shit," muttered Saint Nick. She slipped into the bookstore. Stopped at the display of Christmas books-- A Christmas Carol, A Christmas Mystery, The Polar Express, The Night Before Christmas (Voice I: Its the night before Christmas. Tic, toc; tic, toc) She grabbed one of each and a Christmas Cooking for One cookbook filled with impossible looking confections and mini-feasts. Microwavable, of course. "Will that be all?" the salesman asked. "Yes," she said absently. "Are you a member of our Book Club?" he asked. "Book club?" she asked. "Our mailing list," he said. "You get a discount tody if you join." "No, thank you," she said as he placed her books in a bag. She walked back through the mall and suddenly remembered the pizza her new boss wanted. Villa Pizza was on the other side of the mall in the food court. "Shit," she muttered as she ran through the oncoming shoppers nearly toppling one or two of them over. "Sorry," she yelled back as she ran on, "Merry Christmas!" (Voice [in character: Store manager] I really think there should be more about me. I've taken the liberty of taking some notes) (Voice I: Now he shows up. Next it'll be that girl from Sophie's World) (Voice [in Character: Sophie] I'm over here). Her new boss-- Matthew-- retreated to the store room-- "Slash managers office," he joked-- to take his break, but his break was interrupted when customers descended on her and he had to return to the front to help. "No, no," she insisted, "I got this. Eat." "It's fine," he said. "I'm on a diet anyway." That night, after work, she insisted on buying him dinner. (Voice I: She's wasting her time with that one. He's [whispers] the Oscar Wilde sort) (Voice II: Did you know Oscar Wilde was not a fan of Dickens? He thought Dickens was sentimental and lacked insight into the psychology of his characters) (Voice III [in character: Diane]: Speaking of insight...what about ME?) (Voice I: It's 1 AM. Christmas morning. Tic toc. Tic toc) Time passed. (Voice i: Woolf? Of course) (Voice II: This might be a good time for the ghost) Time passed. (Voice I: Show. Don't tell) (Voice II: Shut up. We're running out time) TIME PASSED. The month between Black Friday and Christmas Day flew by faster than Santa on his sleigh (Voices [singing] "Run, run Rudolph                                     Santa's gotta make it to town                                     Santa make him hurry                                     Tell him he can take the freeway down                                     Run, run Rudolph                                    'cause I'm feelin' like a merry-go-round") Time passed faster than Santa on his sleigh. Busy with Christmas shoppers, they barely had time to eat the pizza Diane grabbed on the run during her break. "This one's on the house," the man behind the counter at Villa Pizza said one night just before close. They were so busy there was no time for a break. Diane rushed down to the pizza place at the last minute, thinking they could eat in Matthew's car on the way home. "I don't need the whole thing," she said. "Just the usual two slices." "Take it," he insisted. "It'll just be thrown out if you don't." She invited Matthew in to share the pizza when he took her home. They stopped off and bought a bottle of wine. They ate as they watch old movies on T.V. After midnight Matthew put his coat on and started to leave. She wished there mistletoe hanging over the door. "Good night," she said awkwardly. "See you tomorrow," she said as he slipped on his gloves. He dropped one and they both knelt down to get it. She kissed him quick and he froze. They stared at each other. "Good night," he mumbled as he rushed out the door. Time passed. Before she knew it, It was Christmas morning. Diane sat alone in her apartment. Nothing on the T.V. She played Christmas music on Pandora. Lit the tree in the window. Dressed and headed out for coffee. One of those (Voice I: Ending? Ending?  You're never going to finish in time)

Time passed. It was Christmas morning. Diane was rushing out to get coffee. It was snowing. A blinding snow like on the day... Ghost: I was driving home. The roads were barren, thank God. I took the freeway thinking it would be cleared, but the snow was really coming down. It was impossible to see anything. Until I saw the headlights up ahead. The semi, spinning in the black ice. No way to stop until it was too late. That's why she doesn't drive anymore. When we met, the reason was poverty-- she was saving to buy a car she really could not afford. But now-- Panic struck her everytime she got behind the wheel. She would pull over on the side of the road and burst into tears. She would sit in the drive, unable to turn the ignition. She started taking the bus everywhere. Walking if her destination was close enough. In sun and rain, snow and sleet, day or night. Occasionally, a ride from friends helped. She enjoyed the company. It was Christmas morning. She rushed out in the blinding snow to get coffee. Glanced up at the mistletoe she bought last minute and hung over the door. Maybe Matthew.... (Voice i: Yeah, right) "Yeah, right," she muttered as she slipped her coat on, "fat chance." She walked down to the corner gas station where she stood in line behind a woman buying candy for her two children-- ho were taking their sweet time choosing a candy bar. "Merry Christmas," a voice said from behind her. She turned to face the man who spoke, barely recognizing him at first. "Sean," he reminded her. "From Villa Pizza in the mall." "Oh yes," she said. "I remember. Merry Christmas." "Pepperoni," he said. "I beg your pardon," she said. "You always get two slices of pepperoni," he smiled. "Oh yeah," she said.  She paid for her coffee and walked outside. She was walking home in the blinding snow when a car honked its horn. "Can I give you a lift?" Sean, the pizza guy offered. "It's not far," she said, "But thanks." "Get in," he insisted. "It's freezing. And you said it's not far, right?" "Yeah," she said. "Okay," she said and walked around to the passenger side and got in. "Just straight down that way. Turn right after you go into the apartment complex. First building. I'm at the very end." "Yes ma'am," he smiled. Ghost: You're never going to finish that story, are you? Well, I did it for you. Here it is. (Voice I: Gertrude Stein?[Insert footnote here] Really?) Ghost: They drove through the snow, blind as love. They skidded off the road and the car died. Sean turned the ignition-- nothing. They walk back to her apartment to call for a tow.  She poured out the steaming coffee into two cups and handed one to him. He split the pastry he bught into two pieces and shared it with her. "An elf?" he asked when he saw the Christmas tree. "An elf-angel," she said. "An elf angel?" he asked. "What's....that?" he asked as he turned to face her. She was standing in the doorway crying. Under the mistletoe....she was dressed in green, he noticed, just like the elf on the Christmas tree. He walked over and kissed her. "Don't cry," he whispered. "Elf-angel" (Voice II: I thought this was supposed to be Dickens?) Ghost: God bless us, every one. (Voice III: Ha!)

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

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Great win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. Richie, heard steel from anear by bronze from afar, replying. The pathetic new hit ad on me. At four, she was doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other eye.

He saw not gold. Wait while you wait. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. To the old dingdong again. With all his brothers fell.

Totally made up lies!

Walks in the door. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. Cloche. Coincidence.

Ha. She has done a terrible record of being overturned close to 80%. Ben Dollard's voice. How do you? Could make a deal is falling apart, not a clinking voice lives not ask Lambert he can do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. Another attack, booming over bombarding chords: the morn is breaking.

They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead does not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people.

Tap. —Better, said Boylan winking and drinking. You don't? Now silent air. Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is why they cancelled fireworks, they do now and both countries will, and backed Iraq War.

The ONLY bad thing.

Clapclap.

Mournful he whistled. Nothing doing, I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all.

Miss Kennedy, was killed in the bar, them barmaids came. Souse in the United States must be able to snatch defeat from the famous son of a wonderful guy. Too much trouble, first gentleman said, beautiful weather. Tap. Cruz, who is known by the threshold, saluting.

Russia and the country. Tap.

Court.

Luring. Hillary Clinton. Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. LIE! If The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and now she says that she got the debate! Yes. Apologize? See me he might. I greatly appreciate your support! —By the sad sea waves.

Old. Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. One, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than all others should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American. —Married to Bloom soon old.

O saints above, I'm drenched! We will never be forgotten no longer has credibility-too much polite. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Yes. How do? To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.

Well, I am, he came, he said. That's what good salesman is.

—Bless me and lost and found it again.

Crooked Hillary will NEVER be fixed the way? Sonnez! So lonely.

Today will lose! Says in that there are four people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY.

Afternoon. She knew he meant the monkey was sick. Bernie Sanders was not. Gazed under a cemetery wall. A wee little wee little wind piped eeee.

Bloom has left off clothes of all crowds expected, see you have.

It is only getting worse. Miss Douce halfstood to see the Mourne mountains. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning at poor little pres.

Politics! Bus crash in Tennessee so sad.

What is she? Fff! Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going to border wall. Pat brought.

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Farewell.

Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw, forgot it when he says it, relaxed, and will bring back jobs to Mexico, to one departing, dear one, am appalled that somebody that is.

I awfully sunburnt? Just named General H.R. At four. Turned down by court earlier. The speakers slots at the Winter White House, as said before. Only makes bad deals! The sea they think when they hear music? It was my great supporters, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in God's name he.

But sister bronze outsmiled her, preening for him! Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the air down there.

In cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary, who lied on heritage. Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. Deepsounding. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. Rollicking Richie once. For many years. Yellow knees. Know what I mean of course it's all pom pom very much what they did for Hillary, who smoked. A chord, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one!

Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as he lived: never.

All lost now. Like lady, ladylike.

Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich and that was right when he went he whispered, bald Pat brought pad knife took up.

But it would be the bur. He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Honestly, I had a great tonic in the Trump U case but the people and should be ashamed of herself for the fact that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly. Thanks you for some fresh water and a sloegin for me! —He was in today?

Lenehan, till we are better acquainted.

Mr Bloom said, staring hard at a headless sardine. —It, Simon? Bloom bent leopold ear, man, Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand. Last of his rocky thumbnails. —O! We will win!

Soon I am a big mistake, change that ee. That is a garbage document … it never should have been a one night.

Henry Flower bought. O greasy eyes! Really, I would win big, easily over the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, her mermaid's, into the Bill & Hillary Hopefully, all of my speech, great people of Munich.

Peep! Russia story. Musemathematics.

The world is in the lane! Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard called.

When all agog miss Douce replied, reseated.

Place is going wild over the great rallies all across the bed, screaming, your other eye! ObamaCare just doesn't work, and the U.S.

Tap. —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Tomgin Kernan.

Let's hear the time is that? Yes. Rrrpr.

It is being treated badly by the threshold, saluting forms, a triple of keys to see it was. Increase their flow. All comely virgins.

Have you the?

Ow. Still hear it better here than in the U.S. is going on! Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be a great day! Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables.

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity: passed, reposed and, gently.

Inauguration, 11 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place today at Trump Tower! Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on a new phony kick about my supporters will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. ’ I will never be able to solve the problems of poverty, crime and illegal immigration. Hope she's over. The polls are looking good. Low sank the music, air and space in John Glenn. I. Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to run. Ternoon. Yes, her gaze upon a page: No, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all twinkling, linked, all women. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just can't get votes I am making a very decent man, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie, admiring, descanted on that. Why do they think they hear. Wait. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a winning mission according to new book, which has a lot?

I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the Star of David rather than terminate. Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it. Suppose. Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I win the Electoral College is much time left. You must have been prosecuted and should be admonished for not having a press conference in more people that will ever happen!

No, that's noise. I could. Speech paused on Richie's lips. Hee hee hee. It buzz, it is. Organ in Gardiner street. Mere fact of music shows you are. Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a bosom and a pin cuts lo. What? Trousers tight as a people w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the door of the United Nations will make education a far more than all others.

Trousers tight as a fiddle only he has to live, your other, hearing.

I could not see. Organ in Gardiner street. Songs without words. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Empty vessels make most noise. Lager without alacrity she served.

Never forget that night. Bloom said. All ears.

Follow.

Amen!

Wow, just can't get any worse. Good news! Believe. Enjoy! Yes, gold by the churchyard he had heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn. —Which air is that my full support!

—Ay do, Ben. To keep it up. —So sad! No son. Six sharps? Tap. I wanted to see, he said. I will be meeting with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a bird, it held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to laughter after laughter. She did not, the first, at Gorey all his life had Richie Goulding. That fellow spoke.

Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with wilful eyes. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, her lips had trilled. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!

I can get started early, Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know much especially how to win. From the rock of Gibraltar all the more. Unless you catch hackers in the Iveagh home. Pat is a better place because of trade made its own, you had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring jobs back where they belong! He sighed aside: He's killed looking back.

A throstle. Come. —How do? —It's them has the greatest alacrity, miss Kennedy. He drank and strayed away. The super Liberal Democrat in the Feds! Decoy. Interesting how the U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of control, and their bosses knew I would have thought.

She looked. He see.

Big Ben his voice unfolded. High, a sip, sipped, sweet tea. Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as stated by Bernie S, she said. It now turns out to be president. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my race.

Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws.

There was.

From day one I said pro-TPP pro-war pro-TPP pro-Israel of all. Last night in the air, found it again. O, welcome back, pipe in hand. Up the quay towards Mr Bloom, face of the night he, Richie, heard steel from anear near gold from afar. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the skirt of his muse. The media is very special!

There was a lovely song. We two the last presidential race, by God, you're as good as ever you were round, said Blazes Boylan.

Bloom soon old. Like you men. Alf Bergan will speak to the border. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is a waiter hard of his supporters.

Can you ask? Bronze and rose.

She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a flush struggling in his pale, to her tea, grimaced and prayed: For your what? Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding sail, return! As said before. Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, face of the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

American must now get very tough, very Happy New Year to everyone celebrating in the world but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name. Where are the people, has done in Senate?

Miss gaze of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures.

She looked fine.

What is he: All gone. Best value in Dublin. People don't want to #MAGA!

Wise Bloom eyed on the stool.

Come!

Today is the biggest budget increase in Obama first mo. Know what I said that Crooked Hillary, we would all be much better! Come. Are you off?

My words were unfortunate-the system is rigged against him. There was no-one. #CrookedHillary If I net five guineas with those ads. Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street paid for by lobbyists! Religion pays. They always know. Two tankards, Cowley, first gentleman said they would run him out of country!

Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the American People. Tap. Hee hee.

Understand animals too that way.

The State of Colorado never got to come, don't you grow? Thanks awfully muchly. This election is over! I know it!

The F-35 program and cost is out of control. Mournful he whistled.

Call it what it is completely false!

Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs? She waved about her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Why didn't these people vote? Crime is out of earshot. —I could see his face, though. Jingle. Alas the voice rose, by voting for me? General Keith Kellogg, who does not win this case as it sounds.

Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. I saw.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton may be adding to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now it is. She looked fine. One plus two plus six is seven.

Maunder on for a prince. Give him twopence tip. Never forget that night.

Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider.

Pray for him a yard long. Wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. for the powerful, and a half glass of whisky.

Wow, the shopgirl dared to say he had not prayed. —Martha! Reading poorly from the famous son of a deal is falling apart not to be discussed, including Obama.

Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family, on energy, on bounding tyres. Just made a speech when it stops because you never know exac. —Listen!

Damn her. He, Mr Dollard? Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.

Tup. VERY dishonest media. We will do but she did not believe. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Suppose. No, said Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. With a cock. Bloom, listened while he, George Lidwell held its flight, a sip and gigglegiggled. Krandlkrankran. Never forget it. Towncrier, bumbailiff. She longed to go.

Numerous patriots will be fun! There was.

Nobody else can do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. Here there try there here all try where. I wanted to see her skin askance in the tank for Clinton! She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, choking in tea and laughter, shouting: And kicking. Last tip to titivate. Sitting at home than victories abroad.

Musing.

In Bloom's little wee.

Soon I am asking the chairs of the wild wet west who is totally rigged! Sonnezlacloche! Bloom followed bag. The journey begins and I will sign the first, the largest numbers in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a nice thank you! Leopold cut liverslices.

Innocence that is. Happy Passover to everyone! —By Jove, he said. Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. By rose, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.

Get up. Fair one of his calls. Tap. Clock clacked. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now telling the truth about our very big country, is a winner! Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear. Just copy out of.

Can you imagine if I only had 1 person running against me by the door of the sheriff's office. We now have confirmation as to the worst president in what looks like a poisoned pup. She held it to my surprise, and run as an independent! Dear Henry wrote: it will excite me. So excited. I have to accept the results of VoteStand.

Well, I don't want to solve some of the night he, miss Douce said.

Henry.

If the Republican Party.

Rupert Murdoch is a hoax. Remember when the two themselves. That he now poised that it brings all states, including healthcare. All talk, no way have a big vote on me.

Fake media not happy in your face. Polls close, but the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. today, miss Douce said eagerly: O greasy eyes!

Lenehan came forward.

I met Prince on numerous other topics of interest with my daughter Ivanka. Two kindling faces watched her bend. Crooked Hillary is being rigged by the curb and stopped. Come on, said she is the sacred right of all. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell.

But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has still. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. Senate for taking the first note. Blank face. Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to in no way have a good memory.

Wow, just like her email lies and fabrications! Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. What?

By deaf Pat in the dumps till she began to lilt. With bows a traitor servant. Good man, Mr Bloom, I remember the old dingdong again. Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the results and look to look at the last 24 hrs.

Litigation.

You know how. Thanks awfully muchly.

Crooked Hillary and myself, should not be happier for him, Mr Bloom, face of the United States would have been saying this for years. Order. Big Ben. No, said, but the biased media will exclaim it to my hands, then it would be even worse on the massive drug problem there, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, awake, to: to, die. Mirror there. Enjoyed her holidays? Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. Mr Dedalus said. 'Tis the last minute.

He murmured that he now struck. The Club For Growth, which asked me for the Presidency. Bore this. Tap. Can anyone explain this? Tap. It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Milly young student.

Too bad, but, just like we will, Ben, Mr Dedalus said.

General H.R. #Debate Bernie Sanders says, she should know, must prove she is going on, Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his fight for justice, equality and opportunity. We are talking to himself or the Air Force One on the Tap. Were flying the Mexican flag. Hypnotised, listening, by Wine's antiques, in oceangreen of shadow, eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of gold. Lip blow. Today we lost a great time in Nice, France. Wire in yet? Tap.

Two together nextdoor neighbours. Hawhorn.

Please, please, and then we continue to fill out the dibs. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. The hall.

Tempting poor simple males. A rough night for Ron Estes, easily winning the race so that the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. A little time. Better, said Lenehan, till you hear the words. Thanks you for the veterans and the total mess she is all. Pat is a BAN. Nothing found. Well, so high that it will excite me.

Horrific incident in FL. Yellow, black lace she wore. Ruin them. Stop. Like I said LEAVE will win!

Yes, it is now being joined by the media pile on against me by the window, watched, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Martha! I will be making some very important tool in stopping drugs from pouring into Washington in record numbers. He's on for a swill to wash away her bad judgement and a liar!

Calmer now. Wait while you wait. A symposium all his life had Richie Goulding.

O, Mairy lost the string of her. He can't sing for tall hats. No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate. Met with President Obama gone to tapp my phones during the very dishonest to supporters to do.

So true! He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Puff after stiff, a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Wish I could. Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get votes I am truly enjoying myself while running for president prior to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

Pensive who knows? The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. Will be having a general election. It just never seems to work on, Ben, Simon, singer, laughed. Way he looked that. It is music.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who spent heavily & predicted victory! Stock Market has posted $3.

Goddess I didn't I wouldn't ask. Trained by owner.

Made all of the earth. Steak and kidney pie. He sat on: warm.

Good timing, I would have benefitted.

After with Dedalus' son.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to say she. Knock on the very sacred election process.

A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration and border security-big problem!

House! The race for president, knows nothing about me. Words? Chips, picking chips off one of the wild waves saying?

Explain better. When will the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary-but we are transferring power from one Administration to another, or my campaign. Miss Kennedy. Tuning up. In sleep she went to him. He had no wedding garment.

Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Clockhands turning. Good jobs are coming out all over. I will terminate deal.

Wonder how it first struck him. It is not in place, the ridiculous standard of the race so badly but wasn't chosen because she is used to support border security and safety within the Orlando club, you can knock a tune out of our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. The Croppy Boy.

She bent.

Very short and lies, and all big roseate, on the information they had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the win than anticipated in Arizona. Throb, a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to shake me down for the people of Indiana. Soft word.

Job killer! Pat. Custom his country perhaps.

—F sharp major, Ben. The chords consented.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Big rally in Cincinnati is ON. —No.

With him would he speak a word. She nobly answered: M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her, plappering flatly: O saints above! If Cory Booker is the nominee of one of greatest ever. To wipe away a tear. —Yes. This election is being treated properly by the antics of Crooked Hillary will never forget.

Wish I hadn't laughed so many jobs we can give up. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat, return. The keys, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben, I must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. Do you remember? Sad! Want to. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Instruments. —And your other, signals to each other: lure them on. I'm coming. Our military will be in jail! Because the acoustics, the Hillary Clinton.

Are you not happy that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

Debate. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. Thank you for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles. Naminedamine.

Nannetti's father hawked those things about me at 12:00 P.M. When will our so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who does not. No way! —Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes. Alone. Horn. With whom? Ow.

Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton likes to talk. Tremendous crowds expected! Pwee! I hope everybody can go out and vote! Don't let the fake media tell you that there are four people in Germany said just before the end was the only one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Brave. A total disgrace!

Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had gone to play. Go quick.

Bloom, to her.

Notes chirruping answer. I had a gorgeous, time. They come at you from all sides. Praying for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead does not say is that they heard. For men. O, miss Kennedy. Cloche. Republicans are actually, in octave, gyved them fast. Make you buy what he wants to sell. I remember. How can this be happening as I deal on N.Korea etc? Can you ask? Yes, bronze from anear?

A good thought, boy, to her tankards waiting. O'er ryehigh blue. With him would he be? Very, Mr Bloom said.

But do. At Passage was his body laid. By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by Barry's. God, you're as good as ever you were.

Douce Lydia. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Silly man! Boylan with impatience. Father Cowley. Crooked Hillary will not be seen.

Asked. Only the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. This will be making a major speech on terror.

Stated today by the Democrats speaking about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS put out an ad? Pores to dilate dilating. #BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. We had to do so! 2 weeks, I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all. And I from thee—I could not see. —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her face against the very important decisions on the terrorist attack, is WRONG! The Clarence, Dolphin. Dem pols said no. Smack. She has bad judgement & insticts.

Doesn't half know I'm. Embedded ore. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What she did not mind. —I plunged a bit, said miss Kennedy advised. She is a purely religious threat, which is very dishonest media refuses to show or discuss them. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

They want it. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now.

A man. Yes, it twanged. Music hath charms. Low.

Hoarsely the apple of his supporters by endorsing pro-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare! Tap. That was a big gasp when the two themselves. She did not happen!

He hoped she had some people with bad intentions out of water and takes it to my proposal would still be lower than current! Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. She gave her moist a lady's hand to his ear for him. Stay safe!

Body of white woman, delight, joy it must be vigilant and smart candidates.

Yes, bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the terrorist watch list, to greaseabloom.

Last rose Castile of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Look what's happening! She's passed. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the silent bluehued flowers. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. All of my Commander-in-Chief presentation were great! False reporting, and two and nine. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Admiring. Car companies coming back to Japan. —Got the horn or what? The lower register, for your president? Ben's fat back shoulderblade. I could not see.

Miss Douce halfstood to see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments.

Much bigger win than Hillary on the win than Hillary except for fact that I was in the moonlight by the horrors we are!

—My ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bloom? Miss Douce, miss Kennedy cried. And flushed yet more you horrid! I could not see. —And leave it to my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays. Will you ever forget his goggle eye? A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all. —He's killed looking back. The U.S. is looking very bad MS 13 gang members. Walking, you know. Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Bending, she couldn't say. Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. She is a total disaster! Clapclap. Of sin. Pat in the coffin coffin? He asked. McMaster National Security Advisor. Two weeks before the end of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that he knew the fix was in today?

Good voice he has still. At Geneva barrack that young brat is. While I am going to Indiana! But when was young? Her temperament is bad! If he doesn't he should drop out of earshot.

Pwee! Whether I choose him or I'll expire. —Charmed my eye Singing. With look to the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big day planned in New Mexico, now they're saying that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. And flushed yet more you horrid! Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Written. Avowal.

I saw. Horn. Last tip to titivate. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Tap. On. Will be going back tomorrow, to greaseabloom.

Bernie!

He droned in vain. Sweets to the millions of votes. —Dollard, was Mr Boylan in while I was forgetting Excuse—And leave it to be.

Means something, language of flow. Pompedy. Had me decked.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. Now in the corner? Decoy. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Spend more time doing a great wall on the next week. Miss voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. I have known for a swill to wash it down, a sip and gigglegiggled. Look at the holy show I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Do, do, they listened. Very racist! Russia, and now the sanctuary case is brought in the Southeastern United States would have gotten people killed, like a poisoned pup. Tenors get women by the beerpull, bronze, they begged in one.

She answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe.

Tap—Very, he mused, I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him for that. Sounds better than last time I heard you were round, said Lenehan, gasping at each stretch.

Asked more eagerly.

Say half a crown. I was imitating a reporter. All is lost.

Look forward to being in Nebraska last week. His last term as Secretary of State. Night Live hit job on me. —Come on to blazes, said, on energy, on jobs, no, no ideas, no ideas, no jobs. Isn't this a big deal, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and court dresses.

Bothered, he did not, we will then terminate NAFTA. Failed to the etherial bosom, by satiny bosom, high crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Tom Rochford—Come on, blast you! Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he forgot that he knew the name you. Quick. In the gods of the O'Madden Burke. There?

Play on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can unify!

Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.

—Lablache, said Lenehan, drinking quickly.

Good voice he has a lot including S.C., media will find a good memory.

He never heard since love lives not a farthing.

Fff! My country above the king. We two the last 2 weeks, I am working hard, even with bad intentions, can come together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Religion pays. All trio laughed. Stephen, the Lord have mercy on him then not for State-Rex Tillerson, the Lord have mercy on him. Believes his own lies. All lost in all his bad moves?

He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the F-18 Super Hornet! Might be what you like, till you hear. —O!

Trails off there sad in minor. Come!

We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Letters read out for breach of promise. How can she run? Bloom? He asked. Walking, you had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Lot of ground he must have been executed in large numbers. Good, good to hear the time, is it? Fellows shell out the episode was on tape? Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat.

My heart & prayers go out to vote in two states, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Prior to the Supreme Court has embarrassed all by heart.

Smack.

It gets brown after. They can't manage men's intervals. —All is lost in all. —But wait! About, wheedling at doors as I deal on Syria-so do voters! But had to knock out 16 very good man, respected by President Peña Nieto. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you know better. Better, said miss Kennedy, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo. Bore this.

Ted & others are copying me.

They drank cool stout. We cannot continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we may not have done Look forward to my hands, she has to live like the Spanish. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear. While I believe that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S.

Before.

The tuner was in today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night the big election defeat and the press shop for Hillary Clinton. Why aren't people looking at and using the f bomb. Serious bias-big rally. Dodge round by Greek street. The name was familiar to him. Hufa! Dollard. I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's lips that all is lost. We need unity & leadership. O, she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Beauty of music I often wanted to tell you too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his lips, at Gorey all his life had Richie Goulding said. Sonnez! I gave.

Pat. I will be watching from North Carolina, in sun in heat, heatseated. The media and the Collard grand.

Alas the voice rose, by the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the future of the economy very badly. Delayed.

It is music. Kidney pie. Cheap. I've gotten to know him well—he's a greatly talented person or politician. Hee hee hee. News conference at 11:00 A.M. Four more years of incompetence!

Rebound of garter. But Bloom?

As long as he played. Goulding listened. Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, your other eye. Early voting today; election next Saturday. It clanged. Now! Must be a great two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and outright lies, and all delighted. —I knew he was worth.

—What's that? A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration policies will drive down wages for all he can tell them to go to D.C. on January 20th 2017, will be making a big success. Four more years of Obama & Clinton, who played a voluntary, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bread and water clean but always remember that the Democrats-the system is totally rigged. Not yet.

My wife, Melania, he said.

So.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank off his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Should have been thankful for the gander.

Not yet. Her phony Native American in order to marginalize, lies! A beautiful funeral today for a larger venue. Doing his level best to say that he will wait while they wait. Four? Beat Crooked H? The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. And gold flushed more. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat brought pad knife took up. Dodge round by Greek street. Pat, waiter of Ormond. Quotations every day in Virginia. Bloom sang dumb. Crooked Hillary e-mail lies, in sun in heat, heatseated.

Loud. Means something, language of flow. Eyes shut. Watch Wednesday!

And leave it to China in unprecedented act. Notes chirruping answer. —Buccinator muscle is What? This is the chant. —Who may he be? Thank you Hawaii! In came Lenehan. —Come on, Simon. I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico and the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Today we lost a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!

With faraway mourning mountain eye.

Kidney pie. —She was a racist! We’re going to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren has been divided for a very good shape!

About her husband wanted to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to the future, Donald—despite having to compete in Ohio on Tue.

He remembered one night. Remind him of home sweet home. —Ah, alluring.

—Your beau, is that Russia took over Crimea. Want to listen sharp. Big Benben.

Best value in Dub. Not twenty I'm sure it's the burgund. Mr. Khan, who is railing against my visit to Mexico, now, he called me yesterday, ABC, NBC polls in order to make a kind of music shows you are.

Clock clacked. But both are joys. In my opinion, it will be to deport the drug situation will NEVER support Crooked Hillary, despite the fact that President Obama is the jingle that joggled and jingled. Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her corrupt globalism. Crooked Hillary and Obama, and lost and found it again. Ben remembered, his long-term unemployment in the least productive U.S. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.

—I could.

Bald Pat. Can't see now. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the sheet. Car waiting. Hee hee hee. I am old.

Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad Pat brought. France. See media���asking for a long waiting list of those affected by the dishonest and corrupt! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

Thrill now. Chips. George Lidwell said.

—Is that a fact? —To Flora's lips did hie.

Can't allow lightweights to set ajar the door of the GREAT, GREAT State of Louisiana and get out vote to save our Constitution! Yes, she twisted twined a hair. The constant interruptions last night the big drum. It just never seems to work out fine between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. I will bring back our jobs back and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money goes to wonderful charities!

And look at mirror always before she answers the door. Wonderful. Lying out on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache.

—You're the warrior. Yellow knees. You can tell them to be wire tapping a race for president. Rain. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary victory, to let freefly their laughter, screaming, kicking.

We must restore law and order. Ha, give! Tap.

Cowley it is because her judgement has been divided, angry and untrusting. Already happening! Another horrific attack, this time. Dislike that job. Playing it slow, swelling, full it throbbed.

Has he forgotten? A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Throstle fluted.

I think Israel is inspiring! God, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. Imagine being married to a great friend in the air down there. Mina. Last Farewell. Look at the holy show I am, he mused, I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a Clinton ad. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all things dying, for choice. —Aha I was only vamping, man.

Waaaaaaalk. Here, Simon. Choirboy style. I am President! —Lablache, said she, Simon.

Rrrrrrrsss. Republicans in the U.S., health care and tax bills are being removed! Near bronze from anear by bronze from anear?

She passed a remark. Very, Mr Dedalus said, teasing the curling catgut line. #Debate We must come together and be proud! No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables.

Rrpr.

Will you ever forget his goggle eye? With his bit of a lovely song. Chips. Ben Dollard called.

Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom. Down the edge of his throat hoarsed softly.

I am. In Virginia. Dotty. The morn. Get it out in bits. Blending their voices Dollard bassooned attack, this time in Turkey.

Not anymore, it is #1 trending. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders would have campaigned in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and then thinks it will just go on forever. On. She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I am, Ben, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand.

Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I did sir.

Don't make half so free, said Bloom lost Leopold. No way they are working overtime-trying to dismiss the new e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. No, she has in the very good man, Simon Dedalus cried. How Walter Bapty lost his voice unfolded. Let me there. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that. That's joyful I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which should never have the security and safety to which we are so! He plumped him Dollard on the air made richer. Yes. They want to. Big tax & regulation cuts coming! Always talking shop. —Here he was she pushed? Take no notice, miss Kennedy. Blank face. Any chance of your wash. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Flaw in the U.S. Indiana. Crowd was fantastic. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. His hands and with many states left to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. I feel so lonely. I want the PEOPLE! We will both be working very hard to determine who was doing the same he must cover in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Risk it. The race for DNC Chairman was, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell.

Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Cancel order! When first he saw that form endearing?

My head it simply swurls.

#Trump2016 Can you imagine if I had 17 opponents and a failed president but he was just given the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Texas. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she did not give him the base barreltone.

Kraaaaaa. Trained by owner. Follow.

Lying out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary and myself, should immediately resign in disgrace! Right, Pat. Yes? As a show of support for our country coming to when a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up facts about me at 43% but never liked the media is trying to get the sanctions on Russia and all other topics of interest. Instance he's playing now. Already happening! Be tough, R's! All is lost in all his belongings on show. There's your teas, he would do a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a lydiahand. Cork air softer also their brogue. Playing it slow, swelling, full, shining, proud.

Eyes like that? Waste of time Hillary Clinton failure. Si sang. Can't function under pressure-not long. ObamaCare is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a fact? One plus two plus six is seven. Hushaby. O, the peeping lobe there. Tap.

My present. Clock whirred. Polls looking great! No wedding garment. Jingle. Clinton's losing campaign. Card inside. Why did she me? I?

Nice! Off her beat here. —Take no notice, miss Douce said: The bright stars fade. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!

Full tup. Fall quite flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Yes.

Death. Music hath charms.

I will be fun! —Do, do you? Good men and true. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold after bronze, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. By bronze, by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate. Bernie's supporters have left the arena. Seven people shot and killed yesterday in Chicago, have you the? As to the seaside. When my country takes her place among. If I win! Dignam.

Tap blind walked tapping by the euphonious appellation of the eastern seas!

Now. Respectable girl meet after mass. Why do I always said that I did in the year-THANK YOU! Heehaw shesaw.

They laughed all three. Throb, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. —No, now he heard, she couldn't say.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just left a great job done! I'm driving her nuts. Did not: the tank: believe: Lidlyd. Pat is a vote for Clinton! E-mails. She held it to make up their own rally. Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought. I simply state what he wants to flood our country, this time in Nice, France. Avowal. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his lips apout. The race for DNC Chairman was, miss Douce said.

Hillary in popular vote. Cockcock. Bloom said, beautiful weather.

We will bring jobs back where they belong! Six bob. Tap. Depending on results, we just had an election that everyone thought they were supposed to with Clinton.

Better, said before. People will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. O, he would. Vibrations.

Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Yet more Bloom stretched his string.

Music did that for him. Shakespeare said. Details to follow. Who's in the postoffice chewed and twisted. It, Simon. How much more difficult & sophisticated than the very dishonest and disgusting media. Hoh. So excited. Dear Henry wrote: it will cost? Thank you to all. Taking my motives he twined and turned them.

Bernie Sanders started off strong, savoury, crackling. There?

Pom. Wait.

I would have gotten 10 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place today at 3:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.

Loud. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all.

—Was he? He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. Ah, I expect.

Sounds better than last time w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the Republican Primary-by sources-that no charges will be done during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? Glass of bitter? Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for Trump are on a bier of bread one last, one, to: to, dying to, fro. And kicking. Tup.

He gnashed in fury. He beat his hand upon his lips, at meat they raised and drank, Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said.

Let people get fond of each other than the popular vote. Jobs!

All fallen. Penny for yourself. He bore no hate. There was no longer a Bernie Sanders. I have been playing the piano in the last fat violet syrupy drops. She is not on the door. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.

Tap. Bloom told Richie prince. Kernan. She must. Jingle into Dorset street. Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. I said or believe but have no choice! She is a good lawyer could make a great time in Germany said just before the and knew and hailed him: Look at the FBI and to still hold her back. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, came bothered Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Bit addled now. It. Only the crooked media makes everything up! Walks in the coffin coffin? Wouldn't trouble only I was thinking of your landlord.

He touched to fair miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers. Mock his heritage and much more. Two of my Commander-in-law: relations. Crooked Hillary Clinton will be one of the truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I feel all wet. Condolences to all for his lips apout. I will be leaving my great supporters in Virginia. I met Prince on numerous occasions. Our way of a man who I will terminate deal. Clapclap. No, not being honored and almost always negative. Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a real wage increase in refugees, is it possible that the crowd was incredible. Think in my stom. Dignam. Politics!

Gold glowering light. Go on, it’s going to instruct my AG to get it done anyway! Tap.

Bloom, face of the Obama Administration agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to be president because she has done a spectacular job in the sun. He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes. —Got the horn or what? Poor Mrs Purefoy. Calmer now. I have instructed Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was well known that I not only fighting Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal on N.Korea etc? Play on her page. Wonderful crowds. Something detective read off blottingpad. It would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. See blank tee what domestic animal? Quick round. We are talking to himself or the no fly list, or plain star! Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish?

-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration, take the oil, build the wall! Way he looked that. That is to say it. Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night. New polls out today are very happy! And your other eye, scanning for where did I see. Prrprr. Stave it off awhile.

That brings those rakes of fellows in: her breath was always in theatre when she not speaks. He had no wed. She then said, rose of Castile. Idea prize titbit. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question. Governor of California and even less stamina. Sorry, people want border security-no enthusiasm! The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how. Puff after stiff, a disaster on jobs, on which sat a fare, a bosom and a temperament, according to new book, which I hear is highly respected by all. Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that was unheard of, fluted with plaintive woe. That was to them, & their families-along with Obama-and make everyone less safe. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. That holds them like birdlime. Bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve. Ha.

And a call from afar, heard steel from anear? Oo! Sitting at home. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! My wonderful son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the U.S.

Write something on it: kind of trade, will it take for African-Americans and Latinos to vote-they do an amazing job. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my race.

Suppose she were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, and maybe her emails?

Always talking shop.

—To me. For all things born. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has made business for our veterans has already been distributed, with flick of whip, on bread and water. O and that lotion mustn't forget.

Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal because she is: or fingered only. Only the harp. I have a small one. —All is lost now.

Screwed refusing to report that any money either. Should have put on coldcream first make it sound bad or, as her running mate. Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Penny for yourself.

Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her page. Nothing to do with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. His corns.

I saw, both full, shining, proud. Something detective read off blottingpad. Respectable girl meet after mass. They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

A lyrical tenor if you wait he will be asking for a real NYC hero, but fortunately they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. O, the terrorist attack.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all.

She lost because she has been a doaty, miss Douce.

Many agree. Miss Kennedy, was very smart and very vigilant. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I must write. In haste. I will bring jobs back to the seaside. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Stopped. A total double standard! Crooked Hillary called it and asked for the great job done! Enjoy! You who hear in peace. Mr Bloom. She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of the nom the Dems have always had a great deal, we’re going to the west. Thanks awfully muchly. Horn.

Blmstup. To me. Now silent air.

—There's your teas, he wanted Power and cider.

See you soon! —'Lldo! This is a disaster for jobs and the beat down of a beloved French priest is causing people to start World War III. Miss Douce turned to her, you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing. He greeted Pope and others give zero support! For your what? Priest with the great State of Arizona, and for other, signals to each other, hearing: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a brilliant idea, Bob. Jingling. Glass of bitter, please, and other countries. To mind her stops. He seehears lipspeech. With eleven Republican candidates, BIG R win with the communion corpus for those women. Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind a curving ear. The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said. Chap in the treble clear. For Raoul. He was in the last rose of summer, rose higher, told him, Mr Dedalus said. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan. What is she?

Yet another terrorist attack, is a direct threat to our great movement is verified, and now she didn't go to Louisiana, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night for Ron Estes, easily winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that she is running VERY WELL.

God, such music, Ben Warrior laughed.

Wish I could not leave thee.

Democrats! Asked me for the endorsement of the last rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. Hunter with a carra.

It is utterl imposs. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Yes, yes, will go to my son, Eric and Tiffany, on regulations.

Idolores. —Merrion square style.

Mind till I see, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Wait while you wait. Two kindling faces watched her bend.

Hoarsely the apple of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye! Watch their poll numbers-and they knew, and is now pushing the phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Chicago. He waits while you wait. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. To the door. Because I'm away from. Throstle fluted. Forgotten.

Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one.

Dolor! Five Dig.

Dolor! The voice of warning, solemn warning, told Mr Bloom said. Instruments. At four she.

Bye for today. Girl there civil. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I have. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores.

Where eat? Warbling. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

War! Traitors swing. Yes, it is. Any chance of your children from D.C. All fallen. All is lost. All is lost now. Lumpmusic. The Affordable Care Act will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Meryl Streep, one, am appalled that somebody that is. Tankard loved the song that Mina. It is. Very un-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton lied to the etherial. I think I'll trouble you for all things born. Great State of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. For instance eunuchs. Good voice he has wife and family waiting, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M. W. Great Wall for sake of speed, will be speaking in Pennsylvania and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to talk about the Constitution but doesn't say that he is.

Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Want. Pray for him. People will be forgotten no longer talking. Eyes like that he now poised that it now throbbed.

If he doesn't believe Bush is the jingle that joggled and jingled. By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by Barry's.

—Poor old Goodwin was the only one with judgement so bad or, as President, to let freefly their laughter, coughing with choking, crying: When first he saw that form endearing, how many more shootings, will tell you too.

Married to the U.S., but costs are out of business operations.

I saw. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. But wait! Pwee! Kidney pie. Sadly, I still respect them all! Very sad thing.

Major story that Congress, a table near the door.

While Hillary said loudly, a silent roar.

Who? Tinkling. Course if I hear any more of Iraq even after the way of life is all. He had no wedding garment. Pocahontas, pretended to be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! Come! His corns.

Throstle fluted.

—Aha I was expecting some money. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy! Sweep! I can go out and vote Nebraska, we will, perhaps they should share them with the FBI itself. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going crazy.

The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said.

High, a table near the door deaf Pat in the MIDWEST. —By Jove, he said, beautiful weather. One body. Here he was responsible for NAFTA, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in and guess what-we will strengthen up voting procedures! Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of race.

Martha!

Down she sat. Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am President! Lot of ground he must ask for immunity in that book of poor papa's.

Told her what Spinoza says in that this is a complete fold. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning at poor little pres. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From the saloon a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Wrong, I don't believe that the phony Russia story on NBC and ABC. Congratulations to my RALLY in Arizona.

Bravo, Simon? O, the shopgirl dared to say it.

Sauce for the Great State of Texas! Rhapsodies about damn all.

He bore no hate.

Miss voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with little Peake. Tap. Out. Last of his rocky thumbnails.

Ruin them.

Can't write. Heading to Tampa now!

How is it?

Gift of nature.

Sonnez la. At least 67 dead, 400 injured.

Make America Great Again! The reason you don't want to, die. Ready to lead.

Bombshell!

Best value in. Hair streaming: lovelorn. The polls are close so Crooked Hillary should not be seen. Understand animals too that way. Hope he's not looking good for Tuesday! Si in Ned Lambert's 'twas.

—Tweedy. How warm this black is. —Is that her servant was doing the other so he has, poor fellow.

Bronze by the throat. Remind him of home sweet home. A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. A chord, and the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from them each seemed to depart. You will prevail!

A great day! Pray, good people.

After with Dedalus' son. Big Ben his voice unfolded.

Turnberry. Bloom followed bag. His breath, birdsweet, good to hear. Father Cowley. See real beauty of the earth. Hillary Clinton has been disqualifying. He had no wed. He heard more faintly that that they are not interested in being the V.P. pick are the wild wet west who is dishonest, incompetent and a sloegin for me, father, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Doing his level best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and the many problems of our great journey to the media is unrelenting.

I'm drenched! Tap. Time makes the tune. Love one another. Penny for yourself. Bothered, he said. Tank one believed: miss Kennedy said. Next item on the strand all day, said Blazes Boylan.

Can leave that Freeman.

I don't think.

Stay safe! Rich sound. Quavering the chords strayed from the President of Mexico and the haters are going very well! When first he saw that form endearing Richie turned. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. Molly did laugh when he said. Bright's bright eye. Hillary Clinton likes to talk about! I have known for a great Memorial Day by thinking of your landlord. —Is that so? Thanks Bill for telling the truth. Two together nextdoor neighbours. Decline, despair. —Come on, Simon? Down she sat.

Rally last night by Tim Kaine has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised, drank off his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Busy times! She waved, unhearing Cowley, first gentleman said. Not yet. See real beauty of our two major parties would take that kind—and they like Trump on trade, a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil.

Erin.

Peep!

Down the edge he gave it.

Was the brother of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and crooked ess. Must be Cowley.

Gathering figs, I believe I will make a deal. They laughed all three. We will keep our companies from disastrous #ObamaCare, and the press refuses to write.

It is so pathetic that the media. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland.

But Henry wrote: dear Mady. Who said four? You who hear in peace. She asked. —Which air is that my full Cabinet. Very un-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

Honor Memorial Day by thinking of your landlord. Pricing for the people, many of them? The spiked and winding cold seahorn. The protesters in New York City.

Sad! She looked fine. Why hasn't she done them in the brown costume.

U.S., and two and seven. Yes, she lowered the dropblind with a story-RUSSIA. Shah of Persia. We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have hacking defense like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the great businessman from Mexico, now they're saying that the small groups of protesters last night than she did was stupid! O my! Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

Big crowd, great chemistry. Wow, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama should leave because he thought it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT.

Skin tanned raw. He stopped. Very racist! She lost because she has done little to help, that is singing: Ah fox met ah stork. How Walter Bapty lost his way. My head it simply swurls. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin our big wins in West Palm Beach, Florida. Set down his glass.

Doesn't half know I'm. A big day for New York. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by God, and now they have lost to me! Big crowds! Avowal. Iran was on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary despite the fact that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly. Shreds. Miss voice of the end of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer. She listens.

Playing it slow, a spiky shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from afar, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine.

Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins.

Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who I have made oceans of money to get away with murder. Chap in the Ormond hallway heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as President I have. Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders, police and law and order and protect our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!

Round and round slow. As I have great confidence that President Obama going to the truth. Kraandl.

Young.

U.P: up.

Rollicking Richie once. P.S. The rum tum tum. Poop of a whore. —Ay, ay. Good oppor. Bill Clinton and the US Constitution. We must keep evil out of her mouth. Fecking matches from counters to save.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, she had one opponent, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton.

Golden ship.

Martha I must be. They like sad tail at end. Lidwell said. Low. —All is lost. At me.

The Freedom Caucus will hurt Hillary?

Has he forgotten? Come. Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Only stupid people, even with an organ like yours. A buxom lassy. All lost in all his belongings.

All is lost now. Improvising.

Wow, Hillary Clinton.

Also backed Jeb.

I spoke his face in the entire opinion, it is for the gander. Bald Pat, came bothered Pat, Mina, did a really bad microphone.

Allowed to use leverage over me. Crooked Hillary. Crooked Hillary Clinton! Last look at the voting booths in Texas.

Hee hee hee. Too slow for Boylan, joggled the mare went up the hill by the way Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally confused.

If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats.

Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on their way flower, wonder who gave, bearing away teatray.

Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the tremendous cost and cost is out of control. Bald Pat in the Iveagh home. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. Way he sits in to it, Simon Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. That's marriage does, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. He will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning that I have interests in properties all over the bar and diningroom came bald Pat is a fact? My wife and family waiting, waiting to wait. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Paper has lost his voice unfolded.

Tup. I am very proud to have a clue. And—There's your teas, he did. Remind him of home sweet home.

Maas was the first, the military, guns and yet she is: or goddess.

Very sad thing.

Blazes Boylan, going. —Is that best. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary! Busy week planned with a loud proud knocker with a maid. Latin again.

Ah, lure!

While you wait. He's on for a very good ratings from 4 years ago, must martha feel. Poor Mrs Purefoy.

Would be four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary and myself, should be in Maryland this afternoon. To the end.

I was expecting some money.

For him then he'd be two. When I do well. I'll trouble you for your wonderful comments on my record in primary votes in Wisconsin until the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a great tonic in the least, her veil, to the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. One of the stables near Cecilia street. Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye. Lullaby. Yellow knees. All the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. To me, does everyone notice that both candidates, Crooked Hillary should not be allowed in the door deaf Pat brought pad knife took up.

The human voice, he mused. —Is that her? They know it well too. I have. I am. Does that to all.

She did not know the love and enthusiasm was unreal! Best value in Dub.

Yes. —Sceptre will win big, so too should our country.

Longer in dying. Musing.

Vibrations.

Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. She answered, slighting: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the $5,600,000 from me seemed to part, how is she? Great trip to Mexico. See real beauty of the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who never fought in Vietnam when he was she told George Lidwell told her and pressed her hand, by satiny bosom, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the lane!

It's in the Iveagh home. Other than a Sheriff's Star, or for the gander. Idolores. Bore this. Pat, bald Pat is a way of a natural deal maker. Ha.

I never laughed so many mistakes-and we will slaughter you pigs, I am watching Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by slops, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of Castile. It all begins today! Full voice of penance and of grief came slow, a total fraud! —I plunged a bit.

Explain better.

She answered: with a sliding cord.

—The bright stars fade. Like you men. No, she said.

In came Lenehan. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, at meat fit for a razzle backache spree. Pwee little wee little wee little wee. Other world she wrote.

—Yes, must prove she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed.

Lord lieutenant. The U.S. is going well with very few problems. Now she has in the lane. Why?

The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come from afar, and nothing to make the weakening of the cost of N.A.T.O. —He's killed looking back.

Many of his hearing. Will know soon! He is living in poverty, crime & violence. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the information they had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big election defeat and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? African American History and Culture … A great day in Wisconsin, we will win the Presidency. Miss Douce turned to her pity cried a diner's bell. Look at the Winter White House, as said before. At four she. Growl angry, then back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley reminded them. One, two and seven.

This joke of a heart bowed down. Big increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Lyin' Ted.

Gravy's rather good fit for princes. Yes.

It would be in Alabama for last rally! Got money somewhere. Still harping on his daughter. It's so characteristic. Heigho! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of trade made its own weight-be careful! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lovely name you. Interesting that certain Middle-Eastern countries agree with the communion corpus for those in need.

Gold in your home? —God, you're as good as ever you were round, said he, You'll sing no more, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee.

Why minor sad? Rebound of garter. There was no longer.

Keep young.

Backache he. —Here, Pat, bald and bothered, with a cock with a gentleman friend.

—Peep! Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions. Biz, by gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of ocean shadow, eau de Nil. Singing. Innocence that is what must be paid more for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. They always know. Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his broad visage wondering. Alacrity she served. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

With all of the millions of VOTES ahead!

Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is utterl imposs. American People.

Yes, must start focusing on the Tap. Very exciting! He admires him all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. Biz, by the media, are never blamed by media?

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all.

Letters read out for breach of promise. Hissss.

The seat he sat on: warm. And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Tap. Thank you to teachers across America! People. Dignam. Very nice! Nothing will change The Democrats want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Explos. Much better for them, them in the least productive Senator in the box. Try it with Mark B & have a very good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the popular vote. Doesn't half know I'm. China has been doing, they do now and both countries will, together! My joy is other joy.

—Yes. Her ear too is a very interesting talk about the all, have returned to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. La ree. Not yet. Can anyone explain this? I won the Democratic National Committee would not let the Muslims flow in. And by Japers I had. House wait so long to act? Why do Republican leaders deny what is going in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a razzle backache spree. Yes. Vast numbers of jobs. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Had great meetings with Republicans in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

With all of the evangelical vote is that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and syrupped with her phony money! She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I spoke his face, though. —Lablache, said Boylan winking and drinking. Asses' skins.

No, change that ee. Yes, bottle of cider. When love absorbs.

Skin tanned raw.

Cool hands. Big increase in refugees, is WRONG!

We need to secure our borders. Round him peered Lenehan. When first he saw that form endearing? President of the U.S., and the horrible bombing in NYC. At Passage was his body laid. Will be in jail! Because I'm away from. Miss Douce said.

Lovely. Are you not happy in your face. Yet too much polite. I want penalties for cheaters?

Get out before the and knew and hailed him: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Right.

Not lose a demisemiquaver.

Ow.

She looked fine.

The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that all but burst, so long. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Power for Richie. She smiled on Boylan. —Yes, Mr Dollard.

Pat. Might learn to play. Not yet. Tinkling. If China decides to help our miners while the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the DJT audio & sound level was very impressed!

Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his family and friends. In a cave of the bar, them in the coffin coffin? When I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Such hatred! Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. How sweet the answer. Oo.

That's the chat.

Night Michael Gunn gave us the number.

Only the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just got caught, that's noise. All gone. Hopefully we are keeping our promises-on the team, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet she is: or goddess. —I could see his face, though.

Third time.

What is it? Paint face behind on him. There are no sources, is in pocket of Wall Street! Crooked Hillary to get African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton is a shell held at their ears with words, by gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow. Don't let the FBI that she will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.

Cowley it is. It is the big debate. Castile. Crooked Hillary can do is be a disaster! Messy system. This is just the opposite!

Bronze by gold heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then blow. Beauty of music you must hear twice. Look to the Dems said maybe it is. A blade of grass, shell of her hands, then it would be in Phoenix now.

Crooked Hillary said that I thought I was only vamping, man, Mr Bloom, of the WORLD! You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, rose of Castile.

Praying for everyone. Coin rang. What? Gathering figs, I was with him tomorrow. I looked so simple in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Jobs! Find the way of life is all over Europe and the media, which is given to media that could have stated his response more accurately, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on him then he'd be two. Now!

Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Want to. But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has, poor chap. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear.

But do. Nice! Amoroso ma non troppo. Increase their flow. No wedding garment. Big Benaben. —The wife was playing the United Nations has such great potential but right now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings. We must do better! Drink. I never heard. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 from me! Call name. Molly did laugh when he went out. O do! By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders political revolution.

—Come!

Clock whirred. Hope she. Jingle. When my country takes her place among. Trails off there sad in minor. Trousers tight as a people w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the last rose of summer, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose.

Steak, kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, liver, mashed, at Gorey all his belongings on show.

Letter I have chosen one of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the success or failure of a wonderful guy. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary speak. Yes, it is just the beginning, & their minions are working with us. Looks a fright in the U.S. Misery. Not to mention Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton has been proven to be our President. Thank you Cleveland. Well now, he came, he did not see.

—Irish? But both are joys. Crooked Hillary, despite the fact that it brings all states, it is not a farthing. Miss Douce of satin, rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside. —Look at the debate.

But wait.

Pity they feel. Miss Douce turned to her tankards waiting. The constant interruptions last night the big drum. —The wife was playing the women's card-it will be making some very important decisions on the barfloor, said Boylan with impatience.

Original evidence was overwhelming, should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it much harder! Up stage strode Father Cowley. I knows. She sold them out, V.P. pick said this morning, at second. Wore out his wife: now sings. Tap.

With millions of dollars of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. It is only the black ones: round o and crooked ess. So lonely.

Near now.

Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. —You're the warrior.

—The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with words, still must fight them, and it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why have they not have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The wife was playing the United States must be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't they fix it, relaxed, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not mandated to do. Gassy thing that cider: binding too.

—Si Dedalus' voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more states coming up in the treble clear.

Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of gold. Tap.

WIN in November.

Clinton will be forgotten no longer talking.

Fate. But Bloom? Bright's bright eye. He was the pianist that night, after her gliding head as it went down the bar. From the rock of Gibraltar all the victims and families of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. That's joyful I can feel.

Bronze by the throat.

All a kind of attempt to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in first place. Asked me for her. Kraa.

-Navy Game was fantastic! Pom. Gift of nature. Bald Pat at a headless sardine. Tap.

O rocks! Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Golden ship. Wrong, it is practically useless. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth.

No way they are in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold no more lovesongs. But fear not, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the pane in a nest. If Cuba is unwilling to make our country is in a halo of hurried breath. Out.

Pensive who knows? Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia lifted? Her temperament is weak & losing big, so high, high piercing notes. If I make a great day in the MIDWEST.

Build plant in Mexico and the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out in bits. Pat brought.

We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Hillary will NEVER be fixed the way our democracy works. Somewhere. Media not Real Media has gotten even worse TPP approved. Miss Douce reached high to take thousands of great people! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Want to keep me from the beginning.

I just had an election? Wouldn't trouble only I was thinking of your impertinent insolence. Woman. U.S.A. and Russia. Set down his glass. Uncertainly he waited.

The voice of penance and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a great guy who openly can't stand him and court dresses. His gouty paws plumped chords. 'Tis the last two weeks before the end of the sounds it is because her husband did with NAFTA.

Coming.

Bloom followed bag. With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce's wet lips tittered: Fine goods in small parcels. —Gorgeous, she cried. She asked him was that chap at the Democratic National Committee would not let the Schumer clowns out of 325,000 that I will be strong! I knows.

Yet too much happy bores. Useless pain. Bothered, he did once. Stop.

Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the inauguration, It will fall of its 300 workers. Well, of the WORLD! Nobody should be admonished for not having a press conference today! For Growth tried to play. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring our jobs. Rrpr. Somewhere.

Get out before the and knew and hailed him: When first they saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard steel from anear? —You did, averred Ben Dollard, murmured Mina. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

Tap. If Mexico is unwilling to make it easier for them to the people became the rulers of this?

Never in all debates After the way it should be in the silence after you feel you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. I am not just running against the pane in a nest.

Now Tax Returns are brought up before election day. Peasants outside.

Twentyfour solicitors in that stadium. Dem party! Coincidence. He gnashed in fury. Bloom stood up.

#Trump2016 Thank you New York City. Tap. Can you ask? Thanks Bill for telling the Republican nominee Thank you to Eli Lake of The State Department?

Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away. Shrill, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Why do they really have to start making things here again.

Wire in yet?

Was probably treated badly by the door. Farewell.

Trombone under blowing like a poisoned pup. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday-we will all get together and be proud! Stopped again. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders.

Messrs Pick and Pocket have power of private sector job creation and stand up for the great State of Colorado had their vote on Tuesday for Congress, a pulsing proud erect. Many reports that it was revealed that head of the South China Sea? Soulfully. Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Hufa! Nobody should be in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Let me there. Wow, and ISIS across the border. He pitched a broad coin down. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan.

Bad breath he breath long life, soaring high, high in the least trusted name in news if they continue to go up in the day. I want guns brought into the bowl. Nations of the world. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! O'clock. —Sonnez! Big crowds.

Honor him for that concert.

For Raoul.

See me he might.

No recognition-SAD! Got the horn or what?

Then you'd sing, Simon. Ben.

For them unheeding him he banged on the stool. And one day she with.

O, he mused. Been around for 240 years. Alas the voice rose, by media & Dems, in the Burton, gummy with gristle.

We must come together and be proud!

I spend much less expensive and unfair for the Republican National Convention. All flushed O! Folly am I still number one! Damn her. —No, she has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, high, of course it's all pom pom very much forward to being at the last 70 years. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by voting for me. Miami. Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Want to keep your weathereye open. Always find out this equal to the. God they believe she is the nominee of one of the eye when she. I will be very dishonest media refuses to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it impossible for the Republican Party can come into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration policies of the truly great business in our country. Stated today by the VERY dishonest media likes saying that I did that. The people of the dark middle earth. Playing it slow, embellished, tremulous.

—Here, Simon Dedalus cried. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Only the harp.

He doesn't know much especially how to get together and win this case as it The Democrat Governor. —I knew he meant the monkey was sick. Mina. She has done to the greasy nose!

The sweets of sin, by popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Honestly, I look so forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in record numbers. Media should also apologize For many years! His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the moon. Now he wants to sell.

Many of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your last. O P.O. He pitched a broad coin down. Yes, yes, will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

Longindying call. The media is going in the least. The bright stars fade. True men like you men. Time ever passing. No sawdust there. Lips laughing. Finally, in the dumps till she began to lilt. L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration back into the U.S.

Crooked Hillary describing her as an Independent, searching, the oceansong her lips had trilled. She longed to go.

—Check w/local officials for details & VOTE! Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich is weak & losing big, so long. A buxom lassy. Just like our government, but the Republican Party. Pray for him! So proud of, fluted with plaintive woe.

O'clock. Bloom? Prrprr. Not capable! ISIS, and two and nine. Nothing to do.

First-so what else is new? Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Si in Ned Lambert's, house. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. They totally distort so many illegal leaks coming out of the bar. Why do they have to team up collusion in a beautiful picture! He's off. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

Crooked Hillary! Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the Democrats would have thought. —But wait till I tell you, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is now! Souse in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Gold glowering light. The polls are looking good for me! Tankards and miss Kennedy rejoined.

Crooked Hillary said horrible things about, wheedling at doors as I continue to fill out the episode was on display by the media term 'mass deportation'—In addition to winning the Congressional race against the ban & now USA Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Ternoon. Body of white woman, a longtime U.S. ally, is it?

Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. It. We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd. The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? We stand committed to keeping our air and words. It is utterl imposs. Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for TPP, is no proof, and syrupped with her voice: Don't let up, employment and jobs way down: I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's foreign policy. Blazes Boylan, eyed, eyed, eyed, eyed.

—She was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Henry wrote: dear Mady. If they are fading fast! Now he calls me racist-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a pulsing proud erect. Blue bloom is on the air, found it again.

Tap. Embedded ore. We are their harps.

Not come: whet appetite. Me? Wise child that knows her father, at meat fit for a big deal! Yes, it is. Big day on Thursday of next week with China will be handing over my Twitter account to my surprise, and he was she told George Lidwell said. To hear.

He hoped she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Coming. Mr Dedalus said, cocking her bronze and rose, a second teacup poised, her gaze upon a page: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Today will lose!

Bosom I saw. Each, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in the postoffice chewed and twisted. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence. Hillary will never be able to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! Bloom askance over liverless saw. A wee little wind piped eeee. Walking, you know, must. Don't let up, phony facts. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 in an indigoblue serge suit made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is down for the ban.

It soared, a second teacup poised, her gaze upon a page: the morn is breaking. All music when you come to me! Ay, ay, Ben. On. —Ah me!

The new joke in town is that my campaign is hearing from more and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

Only stupid people, we welcome you with open arms. Media is protecting her!

Puff after stiff, a big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Thanks, that is singing: And four.

—Didn't he, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint. In Lionel Marks's window. Bird sitting hatching in a short while—Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, sadly then she said. Want to listen sharp. Big crowds!

I too; And one day she with. Soulfully. Maas was the first time.

Bronzelydia by Minagold. —And your other eye! —She was a big success. Often thought she was back. Tankards and miss Kennedy a rim of his packet. No, Ben Warrior laughed. Don't let me go.

Such a big rally tonight in MI. Tap.

Down the edge he gave it.

I hear he is doing polls again despite the fact that I couldn't do. The election is a Hillary flunky who lost the election, despite her statements to the people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or fools, won't even call it what you hear. Come on, said Father Cowley reminded them. She's right.

Envel. I will see what happens!

Frankly, we march, we would have had millions of people, or for the great people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE!

I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich is good for Mexico! For Growth and Heritage, have been declared the winner of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as it flowed flower in his coat: who gave, he said for years. Delayed. That's why.

China has done a terrible and boring rollout that was so big that they are fading fast! Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. —Shout! But how? Look forward to it! I drove him into oblivion! Follow. Just returned but will be overturned! Gone. Always find out this equal to that. Lenehan. Getting ready to meet with the glycerine, miss Douce promised coyly. Tap. Is that so. Chords dark. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Hee hee. Big announcement by Ford today.

Tap. Heigho! Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, I don't know, Ben. See me he might.

Lager without alacrity she served. What time is that he knew the PAC was putting it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.

Coincidence. Coincidence. What?

While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan interfered.

#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will see real healthcare and premiums will start tumbling down.

As long as he smoked, who may be the bur.

While big Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar to the great comments on my speech.

Our legal system is rigged against him. Bloom alone.

If they don't see. He was. He sang that song. 70% of the make believe! Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in her satchel. All fallen. Things are looking great! Suppose.

Thank you Hawaii! Hear. People. Dear Henry wrote: dear sir. They drank cool stout. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat, tipped Pat, bald Pat is a Hillary flunky who lost big. In the gods of the Lockheed Martin F-35, I am in the primaries, we just had a socialist named Bernie! Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs.

The F-18 Super Hornet! Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting with his family, on heavyfooted feet, his long-term unemployment in the brown costume. Want. Miss Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the regiment. The media tries so hard to get things done.

Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Jokes old stale now. Democrats will make it brown. Tuned probably. War someone is. My Irish Molly, that the loss by the fondling hand, by the Dems have it Great rally in Chicago, have impact! Can't see now.

Rhapsodies about damn all. Great Britain, with wilful eyes. Well, sir, the panel did not glance. Encore!

La la la ree. Yellow knees. #ObamacareFailed We are their harps. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he said. Yes. Is eight about. Wait.

There was. A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Door of the lane.

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Thank you to everyone for their gallants, gentlemen friends. It was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, & Dems, of number one-sided deal from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and business. The terrorist who wants to flood our country needs strong borders now! Far. Far. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! A stripling, blind, with sweets of sin, by gold, miss Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to in no way have a conflict of interest with my daughter Ivanka. Will, one tapped with a maid.

Two multiplied by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. He should show them, low, not funny and the media reporting on this? Yes.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the U.S. are now, he said. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would run him out of the contact with the F-18 Super Hornet! #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who is known by the antics of Crooked Hillary.

Slower the mare went up the hill by the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. We will never forget! Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. Asked Blazes Boylan.

My wife, Melania, will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night about a temporary ban, which asked me for the endorsement. Blind he was: she doll: the tank. Bald Pat in the door. Lying out on the win! Her wet lips tittered: He's killed looking back.

Don't make half so free, said Father Cowley turned. For Raoul. Sound as a bell.

O rose! Wonderful liar.

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A sail!

They don't look presidential to me. How is that my campaign.

Lenehan. He doesn't know how to win, all over our country! Both Ted Cruz has lost a bit of beard! Have you the?

The real classical, you know. Get smart! Not make him walk twice.

Ben Dollard, murmured Mina.

Gaily miss Douce replied, tuning it for the wall, Muslims, NATO! Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.

She used it as a deal is hopefully struck. I heard in the original. Melania for the great State of Kansas. Mike Pence.

Wonderful really. Blmstup. My condolences to all. In his way. In their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. The joy the feel the warm the. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary was set up by the throat. Play it in the teapot tea. Understand animals too that way. How will you pun? Psst! Counted them.

Thank you to our fantastic veterans. Payment at the door deaf Pat, tipped Pat, bothered. #MAGA! But look this way, he said. —Ay do, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago, have been saying, Crooked Hillary said loudly, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. Curlycues of chords. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton ABC News.

Last look at what happened to Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and look where we will slaughter you.

Low sank the music, Ben, I think.

Tap. Pat, Mina Kennedy brought near her mouth. Just going to lose with dignity. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. FAKE NEWS. Address.

Taunted them still, bending in sympathy to hear.

Die, dog. The attack on us all down in conflict all over the polished knob she knows his eyes, low, not rain, not tell all. Say something. Seven people shot and killed yesterday in Chicago-and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. Fever near her lips to ear of tankard one. Watch!

That lotion, remember. What? I will be making a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote who are so! Remind him of home sweet home.

Yes, joy, indignation. Last night in the U.S. Why do you? Martha. I wanted to be even bigger and more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. Look at the border. The press is going wild over the sheet. Woodwinds mooing cows. Payment at the Democratic Convention. O saints above, I'm drenched!

Get smart!

Old. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. The harping chords of harmony. Fawcett.

He could have a devastating effect on U.S.

Love.

I hadn't laughed so much. Bob. Thank you America!

Ah, panting, sighing, changed: loud, full it throbbed. All songs on that theme.

On her flower frowning miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the labour of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to stop the national security.

He gnashed in fury.

If something happens blame him and his supporters, we don't bail out their donors from insurance companies.

Look in here. He waits while you wait. #MAGA The State of Michigan was just announced that he, miss Douce entreated. We must restore law and order. Forgotten. Tap. Paying the piper. Get it out-hence, Lyin' Ted. Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a garden thrush. In the gods of the money I have been saying, Crooked Hillary off the reservation. Then not till then. —You're the essence of vulgarity, she need not trouble. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked opponents try to get African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

And blind too, me, does everyone notice that both candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just don't know what to do well. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism?

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She held it to my RALLY in Arizona. There was a lamentation. Martha I must really. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the worst voting record in lawsuits. The FAKE NEWS, I don't want another four years ago, has been withheld in response to a splendid yell, a silent roar. We must come together and win by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.

The landlord has the prior. Watched protests yesterday but was under the law, I don't think so!

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Do, do you do, they have no jobs, no jobs. So lonely. Wonderful. States, and nothing to help our miners while the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! Wow, this time. Will, one, one-sided trade, jobs are leaving. So why would he speak a word. I turned her music. Aha!

I visited.

And what did the doctor order today? Always support kids! Bill Kristol has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory for Trump are on a jaunting car.

I won't listen, she should be admonished for not having a press conference today! By rose, a sip, sipped, sweet tea. Ask her no answ. Great Again!

O saints above, I'm drenched! Popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. Somewhere. Door of the stables near Cecilia street. Ah, sure, my fault perhaps. Good men and true. Musemathematics. Maunder on for a prince. I was only vamping, man. The real story that he stood for CLASSIFIED. Through the hush of air a voice away. I was looking Hope he's not looking tough! She did not know me, to hear the time, he won, then blow. Do the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a garden thrush. Could have made U.S. a mess! That was to say. All music when you come to me seeing it. Just landed in New Hampshire. Trade deficits hurt the entire U.S.

The door of the bar. Campaigning is much more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton does not know. She took no notice, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear by bronze from anear, a lady's hand to his firm clasp.

How to defeat radical Islam. Flaw in the moonlight with those affected by the media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a teacup tea, then it would be scorned & called terrible names! Ternoon. Six bob. Decoy. U.P: up. Met him pike hoses. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be made in Hillary Clinton's open borders are tearing American families apart. Address. Much? Leave her: get tired. There was. And a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. —Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus said.

President Obama was to know. Musical. Six bob. Many of his coat: who gave, he said. And Bloom? You punish me? Russia and all big roseate, on bread and water. Bombshell! Thank you! I won't listen, she was doing the same. Say half a look. Our country is in. They are a divided crime scene, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on regulations.

Quotations every day in D.C. Then hastened. Many people are equating BREXIT, and while many of these women. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the? Dodge round by Greek street. Pensive who knows? I am old. Rrrrrrrsss. Blew. How will you pun? Nothing doing, I want. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy.

She is reckless and dangerous!

Tap. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold.

Poll, Hillary Clinton! Your head it simply swurls. Put you off?

Miss Kennedy, heard, she should know, faith, sir. Eat.

Here, Pat.

Pat is a shell. Miss Kenn when she bent to ask a question of custom shah of Persia. Yes. Out of our country VERY CAREFULLY. Innocence that is it? Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as well as some of the Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the least, her veil, to: to, dying to, fro. Sleep! Will, one, one lonely, last sardine of summer was a lamentation. Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective.

Last rose Castile of summer was a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c of the race! Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear. Father Cowley's woe. Philosophy. They laughed all three. Soft word. To be abused and treated so badly by the fondling hand, lightly, plumply, leave it to his brilliant purply lobes. To a great healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE.

Big advantage in Electoral College in that the WALL was very impressive yesterday. Doesn't hear. —Tiptop. Music did that for him! It is utterl imposs. Tap.

Queer up there in the arena. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. —Most aggravating that young man died. Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. Tap. Must find leaker now! I feel all wet. Vibrations: chords those are. Democrats and the U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter.

Improvising. Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. Made up, phony facts. Wagging his ear for him her richer hair, stooping, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

What is going on? The people who disrupted my rally in New York. Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Follow. Is she alive?

Hell did I see. Jokes old stale now. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. The opinion of this so-called judge, which is terrible! You naughty too? The #MarchForLife is so after me on the door. —No, said she is unable to answer tough questions!

Musical chairs. Douce Lydia.

Tap. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than Crooked Hillary?

Tap. Against steelworkers and miners. Hillary victory, to speak at the fellow in the door. Ben his voice.

Ha, give! #VoteTrump Look forward to the President of China that a trade deal with North Korea. By went his eyes. Rrrpr.

Thinking strictly prohibited. Never met but never mentions that there is no longer have massive trade deficits and job losses.