#but he’s got that kind of poetic serene sadness thing

[treacherous-crooked-love]

The iconic Cruel Summer: a lyrical dissection!!

by the iconic Taylor Swift

Obviously, one of my favorite songs, one of her best, truly. I've always wanted to do an analysis on this poetic song so here we go!!

Note:

This is not intended to be a speculation on Taylor's personal life or feelings!! Just my interpretations of this amazing song!

In this song, she sings about an intense love in the summer, meant to be kept secret and hidden from the rest of the world.

Similarly to her song "Slut!" (written earlier as it was a vault track), she describes this love as a "sickness/fever" perhaps not in a toxic way, more of the fact that it makes her feel nauseous, giddy and flustered. In "slut!", she sings "Got lovesick all over my bed"

Interestingly, another reference to "Slut!"-- "Bad bad boy, shiny toy with a price you know that I bought it" is a lyrical parallel to "I'll pay the price, you won't." She refers to him as a "Shiny toy" something attractive and appealing, but comes at the cost of her emotions.

Perhaps the price she paid was the deep feelings that developed?

"Killing me slow, out the window" gives me that Romeo and Juliet scenario where Romeo calls for Juliet outside her window. Her initial anxiety about this relationship is encapsulated in "I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below". She is unsure if he is there to catch her if she falls, but she's blindly hoping he's there regardless.

Their situation is described as hopeless in the line "Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes" --Challenges (depicted as "devils") come their way in the relationship, while miracles (depicted as "angels") don't come easily.

"What doesn't kill me makes me want you more"-- a reference to the line "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger" which is often meant as a term of resilience. As the love proves to become stronger and more intense, her hopes for this relationship become higher.

The relationship is a wholly fresh and new experience that she has, and yet she describes this feeling as "blue".

With reference to the song, "Gorgeous" - "You make me so happy it turns back to sad." Blue can mean a multitude of things-serenity, peace, melancholy and sadness. Perhaps she means that she felt happy with him, but sad at the same time as she was unsure (at first) if it was going to last, making her feel melancholic.

"Its cool, that's what I tell 'em" shows the feigned nonchalance that she adopts when telling others about their relationship. Another reference to a previous song "Come back...Be Here" ("If I had known what I'd known now, I never would've played so nonchalant") Perhaps this is the type of defense mechanism that she has developed.

"No rules in breakable heaven" suggests at the fragile nature of this relationship (she describes is as "heaven"). As referenced in State of Grace, "Love is a ruthless game", this love has no rules, perhaps giving her a sense of loss in control.

Thus, she describes this love as a cruel summer, perhaps not just the season, but as a kind of cruel happiness and joy as summer is mostly associated with a glowy kind of happiness and freedom.

"Hang your head low" suggests that he tries to keep his identity a secret in perhaps a public space...? (as depicted by the presence of the vending machine)

He points out that "In these trying times, we're not trying" which could perhaps mean that during that period of time where she was trying to keep the relationship a secret, they weren't doing enough.

Thus, the next line "So cut the headlights" makes sense, as now they try to hide each other's presence by not using headlights at all. This is an echo of her previous song, "Style" where she sings "You come and pick me up, no headlights." All these hints towards a secretive rendezvous.

"Summer's a knife, I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone" shows how anxious the starting point of the relationship used to be. She was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, how her happiness in this relationship could ultimately hurt her in the end.

"and if I bleed you'll be the last to know" suggests at the defence mechanism that she has adopted. She is terrified to be vulnerable with him and get hurt in the process, as echoed in the chorus "It's cool, that's what I tell 'em."

LET'S CROSS THE BRIDGE!

The bridge paints an emotional and vulnerable scene, in contrast with the nonchalance that she portrayed earlier. Despite her distress, she still tries to maintain a cool facade "Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true." This line reminds me of "I might be okay but I'm not fine at all" in All Too Well.

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you" shows how the anxiety and nervousness she faces while trying desperately to keep the relationship a secret has taken a toll on her. She wants to be able to love him openly.

"Just to seal my fate"---Seal my fate is an interesting choice of phrase. Seal my fate basically means if an event or situation happens to you, nothing can stop some unpleasant things from happening to you. Thus, I believe this phrase means that the more time she spent with him that summer, sneaking into the garden gate at night, she fell harder and harder for him uncontrollably.

The next line reaches the emotional climax of the song. "For whatever it's worth, I love you ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" She's honest with the true depth and intensity of her feelings after claiming that "it's cool" and feels fearful of his reaction.

"He looks up grinning like the devil" perhaps shows his delight at the statement; her feelings are truly reciprocated. "Like the devil" tells us how her feelings regarding him have been tormenting her all summer.

Conclusion:

I love how this song incorporates all these metaphors and phrases that truly captures the anxiety and fluttering feelings of the fragile start of the relationship. The bridge is honestly one of her best and shows how the intensity of her emotions blow over into an honest, vulnerable confession. :)

#IMDRUNKINTHEBACKOFTHECAR #IDONTWANNAKEEPSECRETSJUSTTOKEEPYOU #bestbridgeever #ohhi #areyoureadytocrossthisbridgewithme #meheehee #taylor swift #ts #DEVILSROLLTHEDICE #ANGELSROLLTHEIREYES #ITSBLUEE #cruelsummer #lyrics #lyricsanalysis #taylor #lover

[lilac-5ky]

AGHFGHFHJAHJFHJSHJFSJG hear me screaming in the middle of the night bc this chapter was so gooood?

XXX spoilers for who didn't yet read ch 7 XXX

I honestly didn't expect they have kissed in the past. idk, guess I kinda imagined their first kiss is gonna happen in the present coz of how much Takasugi seemed to be on guard around her then-- as if he had set a line for himself that he shouldn't cross bc of his plans and how they would affect the Tsugaru sole heir? but it makes sense he let his guard down on one vulnerable drunken night,,, hajhjfhsjgjsahhhh look at me read this with a stupid grin on my face lol… the entire scene is so beautiful and serene (one rare moment of calm before the storm before shit hits the fan smh)

also why is this line so sad: "just tonight allow me to sheathe my sword" (and how do you come up with such meaningful lines????)

the drinking part with the boys was so funny! I can totally see that scene happening--nah it's just completely canon hehehe,, the fact that shoyo never met sakomoto makes me sad too :c he'd have been amused by sakomoto 100% lmao,,, and the part where Takasugi hallucinates about shoyo TT_TT </3 </3

for the present: nah, I didn't feel the way reader "changes" her mind comes off as abrupt or anything. for one, she is still in love with Takasugi and the feelings were mutual in the past (yk, the kiss cough cough) even if she was bitter before, thinking he had merely been toying with her feelings to achieve his own goals-- but to almost die saving the life of a "pawn"???? that is either utter stupidity or a sign of his true feelings hehehehe (ntm why you two bickering like kids in the cell?)

ahhh the poetic rain imagery for tears is back!! (although here it's from reader's pov but I have to say-> in canon this boy is just so poetic with his inner thoughts~ the rain monologue from the rakoyou arc is my favorite and also his last words to gintoki were also so tragically poetic ;-; had he not been a terrorist, he should have become a writer/poet imo lmao)

and you ended the chapter with a cliffhanger grrr jkjk ;~; wondering if there is a twist somewhere, like in nobume's case? it can't be, right? it is Takasugi who killed the Tsugaru clan, right? I mean, he had been the one making plans to get rid of this clan but did he change his mind at the last moment and someone else intercepted him to the deed and he managed to save only Harumi before reader's arrival? lol idk what to think….

on the whole, another excellent chapter, author-san! this has to be my favorite fics among all you have written so far *_* thank you once again for bringing this story into existence orz ^^

FIRST OF ALL, omg thank you again for the precious feedback <3

about the past, well you aren't wrong! Shinsuke was the more upright/uptight one for sure between the two of them, considering how 1)he knew what would happen and 2)he is still heavily depressed about the shouyou thing :( and that's why he has a hard time resisting and keeping his guard up. she is so carefree and forward about the way she feels, that he gets carried away. PLUS let's not forget, he is still a teenager at that time, it's heartbreaking if u consider how he never got to live as one :((( and she can afford to do that, but lacks the freedom to live freely, so while on polar situations, they do understand one another!

i won't go into much detail regarding how their relationship "ended" back then, since i'll explain that in future chapters :p so stay tuned ^^

about the present: I feel like this is where the whole tsundere Takasugi trope shines best LMAO. he's always been the kind of person to "reject" his emotions and act as if they don't matter, while acting solely on emotion (aka him acting as if gin and the others arent his comrades while constantly being up their asses, him starting an entire rebellion bcs of shouyou, claiming that people are his pawns despite saving sooooo many of them) and you know, this is one of his charms that goes unnoticed!

It's easy to assume that someone doesn't care enough or that are pure evil based on things they say, while neglecting their actions. In this case, she doesn't really know what to believe. Part of her blames herself bcs she thinks that she fell for his lies, but he never lied to her. Even if he acted coldly towards her in the past, he saved her and taught her things that shouyou taught him. He took care of her in his own way and even now, he didn't have it in him to harm her.

So yeah, in her mind he definitely is responsible for killing her father, and because of that she tried to see the "evil" in all of his actions, ignoring the possibility of them being real and that's exactly why he kissed her. Because he doesn't have an easy time communicating his emotions and he can only hope she sees the truth in his actions. It's hard on him to keep pushing her away and keep acting as if he is the bad guy all the time, despite being accountable for his actions .-. THEY ARE BOTH VICTIMS OKAY LMAO

Back to what you said, SHINSUKE WOULD DEFINITELY BE ONE OF THOSE SECRETLY ARTSY THEATER KIDS IN SCHOOL LMAO I mean he is very poetic like you said! I love that about him, and in general, I'm a huge fan of metaphors myself. Seeing one thing and connecting it to something else, it's just beautiful imo. As to how I come with meaningful lines, WELL they just happen :p I literally have a notebook on me 24/7 so I can always note things down as I think of them :p They always come in handy in future ffs or chapters.

And to end this loooooong ass response, about him being the actual killer or not, you'll have to wait and see :p next chapter will once again be Takasugi POV heavy since I'll finally reveal what the hell went down in the past. Just know that the scene in the first chapter where she had her nightmare, is not 100% correct. I mean, it was just a dream, things didn't necessarily happen like that :p

For real though, thank you for your kind words ahahaha it makes my day to read such comments, really! you are so nice ;-;

#mirto answers #anon ask

[istherewifiinhell]

I’m drawing a circle and I’m dumping that last post I rb, gargoyles Macbeth, and Genshin zhongli into it cause something about the tired immortal arch fucking gets to me

#some shit #mortality #existentialism #immortality #? #in tags #add ur own immortal favs that make u sad #to make this legible gargoyles Macbeth is 1. yes That Macbeth. and 2. has a neither can die while the other lives thing going on #so he’s a 1000 year old king constantly getting into fights with his ‘soulmate’ (shared pain thing too) cause his just tired of it #and Genshin impact zhongli is an ex god and he’s constantly dealing with like. all the people he knows are gone and time marches on deal. #but he’s got that kind of poetic serene sadness thing #he’s also aware of the idea that like. history is mutable and able to be forgotten cause even stone erodes and just. fuck man #immortal characters make my brain on fire but also I love them

[cloudsrust]

YO LOBOTOMY CORP AND NSR? TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS? You got some amazing tastes! What are your favorite abnormalities? (Personally I love Clouded Monk and Army in Black.)

Guess it’s just my deep need for unusual characters in media- the weirder they are the more I love :,> plus both got object head/inhuman characters so I’m just in heaven with ‘em dsdsdhs.

And ohhhhh boiii- gotta find the strenght to not cite more than a half of them all or this ask is gonna be infinite ahah. They all just so neat,,, (Ohh! Those two have really good stories, especially Monk! Also a Zayin turning Aleph upon you fricking up? We love the sadism of Project Moon.) (!!Obvious spoilers for Lobotomy Corp!!)

Mhhh- so! I already said two of them: -Funeral of the Dead Butterflies (cw: death mentions, bugs) I love his design to bits plus c’mon,,, he attacks you with butterflies-... butterflies from a coffin and a literal hand gun. The thing that hits me the most it’s his flavor text and description though, so cold yet poetic, direct and harsh- is one of those many info pages that make you understand how dark Lobotomy Corp is and I love it. Weird abnormalaty to be one of my faves tho since I’m panicked by only thinking about death in a direct way eh;;; -Void Dream (cw: dreams used as escapism) They’re a sheep- a sheep perpetually tired... how can I not love them,, sgdsgd. Alright joking apart- the whole thing about using dreams as escapism is just really interesting, it’s a thing that many just go through (me included) while others just remain trapped into it? To the point of delusion- of not accepting reality anymore,,, it’s both a terribly frightening and fascinating concept- especially with how they convey it ingame! (The whole- if sleeping employes are awaken during their breach they instantly go mad? Reality kicking in right there.)

These are the main two faves explained! I’ll write more under the cut ‘cause I just really like to ramble about them and also some of the topics get a bit darker,,

Some more faves are: -Blood Bath (cw: self harm, suicide) This one makes my wrists crawl just by looking at the suit and weapon,, but I think it’s one of the reasons I find it interesting- and also because of its serene yet chilling look. It’s presence is calm- but you can just feel that something is wrong, the blood and cuts being the lowest on the frightening scale. The story is just heart-wrenching, at least for me, and I like that they had the respect to be crude and keep it quite real while describing what Carmen was going through. The last line also hits me everytime ngl;; I do prefer its legacy version though- because of the more personal final observation- especially with the choice to grab the hand or not. Those hands though.. oh those hands-,, no matter what, they’re still stretching outward and asking for help with such streght- I don’t know, it’s both hopeful and depressing to see that all that remains of its victims is that. -Today’s Shy Look Even if they killed my self insert first time around I forgive ‘em lmao. This one I like because of the way it rappresents shyness as something more than just a cute thing or an excuse. As an extremely shy person myself, reading the last phrase of their story is so sad- the way they just ask to let them have at least the space between their face and their skin mask as only their own- a space to be themselves without the need to stretch their face into a smile for the sake of others :,> -Der Freischütz (cw: guns) Hella cool looking and his story is quite familiar- makes sense since he is a “fairytale” category- heck I gotta figure out the real story that inspired it. But a cold hearted huntsman who tried to trick the devil just for the latter to let him destroy everything he loved himself and let his own soul get a free pass for hell? Love him. I like drammatic stories with an open or bad end I guess eh;; -The Burrowing Heaven (cw: eyes) Just the name itself makes me love it. I like when things usually associated with good get turned around- and with such sneaky and cool sounding names! The story I also love how is written- it’s like a poem. Imma sucker for poetic sounding things and this game spoils me to no end,, Also its aesthetic? Beautiful. -Child of the Galaxy (cw: abusive friendship, suicide) 10/10 would use him to train my weaklings in spite of the danger anytime lmao. Once again- the story does it for me. Especially the way the opening segment is described in such an ethereal and friendly way- and then you read that it’s from the diary of one of his victims,, Obsessive friendships or obsessive need for attention and love are more topics that are interesting for me to read about- just how such a nice thing can become so dark and abusive- brrr scary. I also feel it portrays the feeling of being the victim of one of these relationships in some way- always feeling observed, walking on eggshells with everything you do- scared of what they might do or think, the feeling of just being used, of not being in control- geez this game is ruthless when you look into them stories;; -The dreaming Current (cw: drugs) I love this shark boyo so much;;; their design is so surreal, creepy and colorful?? Just- woah,, Their origins are also so sad- a child’s life made of pills and comatose dreams to let them have “normal” experiences,, so heartwarming yet depressing sobs. Also this boi’s weapon shoots bubbles-... b u b b l e s- I want to get them just to use that weapon on an Aleph or Waw just for laughs sdysdsh. -The Trio of Magical Girls (Queen of Hatred, Knight of Despair, King of Greed) I still count the boxes and pray everytime I send someone in King of Greed while they’re under a certain percent;; I love all three designs, but I also love the “Uh? No more problems? We gonna be the problem then!” vibe they all mostly have sahdhsgd. All of them show how any good thing, if you have or do too much, can become bad. Sense of justice and love, compassion and loyalty, happiness- they easily become hate, despair and greediness. I’m especially fascinated by Kind of Greed due to the all thing about desire becoming something impossible for humans to fully satisfy and becoming their own cage- deep stuff for me to overanalyze ahahah. -Big Bird (cw: eyes) Birb. They big and they birb. Perfection lmao. Alright for real- the whole story of the three birds is quite good, showing that our worry over something can become an even bigger threat than the thing itself (Note to myself right there;;).  I just also really love the big bird boyo,, they a mess to keep at bay during ordeals and stuff but they adorable so I forgive the “casualties” ohoh. I would rant on and on but this is already so long- idk who will even read all this stuff but,,, it makes me happy so I guess it’s more for me than others eh;; :,>

#the cloud can speak oh boi #thank you so much for this ask #you practically opened a mind floodgate and I couldn't be happier sdsdgsj #I love talking about these creatures so much- there is just so much to say and analyze! Oh geez I'm starting again;;

[cle1024]

beyond the silver horizon | lfl

member: lee felix 

genre: angst 

summary: everything you told me, the words you whispered into that stinging winter atmosphere, was spoken far too late.  mafia!au 

warnings: violence, death 

a/n: an anon requested mafia angst with felix, i hope this lives up to expectations <3 i got inspiration for this story after listening to seventeen from the heathers and watching a quiet place, i didn’t think a horror movie could make me that sad but i’m also a notorious crier! also i’m very sorry i disappear for such long periods of time i’m in my final year of school and suck at time management anyway love you 

The sky pooled with the blue of faded jeans and snowcloud grey, the abysmal winter taking the common popularity far from the sandy miles and crashing tides. It was at its peak in winter, despite being a beach. It flawlessly transformed from a bustling getaway to a tranquil sanctuary, one you had come to share with another. Felix’s silver hair often matched that of the beyond skyline, the sun’s muted rays being overpowered by cool-toned clouds. Words often went unexchanged in such moments, as the two of you preferred to bask in all the peace and serenity. In those moments, you would feel free—no longer looking over your shoulder with caution, watching your friends walk out of doors they may never walk through again. Instead, it was just waves. Crashing water flowing back and forth, back and forth. They never went away. Felix had never spoken many words while you found yourselves sat on the cold sand together, though the few he aired always stuck in your mind. They were words you’d unknowingly yearned to hear, words that allowed you to escape to a fantasy each night as your eyes closed until the morning. 

“Someday, we’ll go far beyond that silver horizon,” he had promised you, “we’ll leave it all behind for a new beginning.” 

“You really think so?” 

He smiled at you reassuringly as he nodded gently, “I know we will.” 

The day Felix met you wasn’t unusual, nor was it anything special at the time. He couldn’t remember how he found himself caught up in the world of drug lords and shady business, but he remembered exactly when he laid eyes on you — four in the afternoon he witnessed Minho leading you to Chan’s office, neither of you with pleasant facial expressions. Minho looked bored, you looked irritated, he didn’t want to know how Chan looked. As much as he expected to watch you disappear into the confines of his boss’ office and never reappear, at five o’clock he observed you leaving the office with Chan, the man smiling with satisfaction, victorious. Felix could remember watching you navigate your way around the base for a few days before Changbin grew tired of the male’s intense observation, said he looked like he was “trying to turn the damn kid into ice!” 

From what he understood, though never confirmed, you were down on your luck, broke, and made the mistake of robbing Minho—successfully, much to the dismay of the male’s ego. It didn’t take the bright haired male long to track you down and drag you back to base, not with the expectation of grievous punishment, but with the intention of acquiring you a job. Minho was frequently forgiving, unlike most, and considered you lucky to have chosen him instead of someone else—someone much more ruthless, bloodthirsty. Chan wasn’t hesitant in persuading you to join, Minho was one of the most perceptive people he’d ever met; he was observant, strong-minded, soft-spoken and thought in ways he had never once considered. And he was usually right, but Chan didn’t want to inflate his ego too much. 

Three months into the job, as unconventional as it was, you spoke your first words to Felix. They were words he’d heard in countless variations prior, yet something about your voice resonated deep within him, almost as if a ray of moonlight had struck his soul and encased it. 

“Chan said we have business together, can I trust you?” 

“Always.” 

Felix didn’t question you back, despite tradition. Somehow, he knew you’d give the same answer. It was laced in the gentle smile you futilely suppressed. 

Trickling down the glass windows, beads of perspiration and rain water scattered across the window pane. Your eyes watched the droplets slide from their original position on the glass to the bottom, replaced by another splash of crystal liquid. Felix glanced at you momentarily; it was bizarre how things had changed so swiftly. Three months since the first time you spoke — the same amount of time it took the two of you to verbally communicate for the first time — yet it felt as if you were engaged in a three year long friendship. The two of you had found freedom, paradise, in the sandy shores of an unpatrolled beach, no matter how abysmal in appearance. The two of you were yet to experience a beach in nice weather, together at least, instead sticking to the depressing atmosphere of chilled winter days, the scenery a colour scheme suitable to Felix’s ash blonde, white, or silver strands of hair. It was coincidental to begin with, then it became an innocent rendezvous requested in moments of loneliness and exhaustion. The freckled male wished he could take credit for the organisation of such ‘bonding’, so to speak, but it was your proposal, spoken as poetically as ever — “perhaps we should make this our own utopia, hey? Watch the oscillation of murky water plunge into abysmal depths.” Felix wasn’t sure how to respond the first time around, the eloquence of your words stunning him momentarily. All his brain could think was: “yeah, whatever that means.” He had simply nodded instead. Though, truthfully, he didn’t really care what it meant. If it granted him time with you, he would be willing to make it a tradition. 

That beach became your utopia, a hideaway from the consequences of the lifestyle the two of you found yourselves entangled in. Whether you sat under the shelter of Felix’s clunky black buick or amongst the scattered sand grains, the soothing sound of crashing waves washing the shoreline put the two of you at ease. It was escapism at its finest. Even when the topic of your line of work—if it could even be considered a form of employment—was brought up, it felt as if it were a hypothetical scenario. “If you were a part of the mafia, would you want to escape?” rather than “do you think we could ever escape being in the mafia?” You always answered no while Felix maintained hope, but you both seldomly pondered how you could escape a lifestyle that was so omnipresent. 

The pair of you found yourselves sat within the same clean car three weeks later, travelling down a long stretch of smoothly paved highway with obscured chatter being emitted from the silver radio. It wasn’t for a blissful escape this time. Rather, a job—or mission, you still didn’t know how to appropriately refer to the actions you were sent out to perform. Felix knew more of the situation than you knew, mainly because you zoned out halfway through Changbin’s explanation of the whole situation. Then again, you didn’t really care to know the extensive reasoning Changbin had for why certain things had to be done, as long as you got the job done and weren’t fucking murdered for not doing so, you didn’t really care. You’d spent the majority of the four hour car ride staring out the window, watching cars wizz past at illegal speeds, even for a highway, and trees blur into green masses of indistinct leaves and skinny branches. It only became evident that you had reached some form of civilisation when the pine trees evolved into small convenience stores and quaint homes, then towering skyscrapers and elegant apartments. The buzz of the radio, a sound you’d become accustomed to over the hours, was intercepted by Felix’s deep voice, “we’ll have to leave for the museum at six tomorrow evening. I’ll explain the situation on the way, I know you weren’t listening,” he teased cheekily. 

You smiled mildly with a roll of your eyes, “you’re the boss—oh, wait.” 

Felix scoffed and smacked your shoulder lightly, “get out of my car before I throw you out and leave.” 

“Shut it, Lix’. You love me.” 

A shit-eating grin was spread across your face as you took your gym bag from the boot, turning on your foot to enter the luxurious hotel. Felix smiled fondly at you—shit. Perhaps he did. 

The hotel room was what Changbin would describe as ‘comfortable’, but that chandelier-swinging prick was born into a lengthy ancestry of money—and criminal activity, though you supposed that was irrelevant. It wasn’t really, but it was a four-hour presentation you didn’t want to mentally sit through. Instead, you took in the opulent hotel room with awe and appreciation. White marble tiles spread along the floor, a light gold chandelier adorned with rhinestones dangled over the large dining table. The room was overboard in every possible way, though Chan had brushed it off as “getting into character”. You supposed that it would be more covert to retreat into a hotel equally lavish to the gala the two of you planned to intrude on. That part had almost slipped your mind—the whole criminal part of it. He’d subconsciously experienced the trip as a getaway. It wasn’t a work expense, it was a sumptuous getaway to escape that lifestyle, ignoring the stress of money, drugs, and being tailed by the police. It was freedom—except it wasn’t. It was nothing more than business; everything was just business. Felix, on the other hand, was painfully aware of the situation, in a way that you didn’t know or understand—not yet, at least. The male didn’t hold contempt towards the situation for being ‘just business’, he held contempt for what it should have been. It wasn’t the kind of goodbye he’d wanted to give you, sitting in an over-the-top hotel room preparing for a mission before leaving, for good. He had it all planned out, people who would help him—even Chan knew about the whole plot, for goodness sake, he’d sworn to cover it up as an untimely death. Though, as it drew closer, Felix couldn’t help reject the original plan. It was a solid plan, but it didn’t include you. How could he ever leave without you? 

Felix, foolish as it was, didn’t sleep that night. Tossing and turning around in the silky blue sheets, feeling them twist around his bare torso, felt much more comforting than sleeping—despite the fact he would escape from the thoughts he felt tormented by. At one point he’d left the room entirely, standing on the balcony as the cold air pricked at his exposed skin. It was winter, how fitting. He’d watched you lay peacefully in the sheets for a few moments, the steady rising of your chest putting him at ease momentarily, until those thoughts came creeping in again. In all honesty, he hadn’t even planned on telling you—or anyone. He would just slip away into the night, run as if his life depended on it—it did, he supposed. With a sigh, the male slipped back into the warmth of the hotel room, sliding the glass door closed to forbid the frosty air from plaguing the room and ruining your peaceful slumber. Fuck, he really couldn’t leave you behind. The frosty bathroom tiled stung the soles of his feet as he splashed water on his face, patting the freckled skin dry with the lightest touch possible, as if he would break if too much force was used. Felix had never felt so close to the edge — the edge of what, he wasn’t certain yet, but something told him he’d understand soon enough. 

The sun was steadily disappearing behind the uneven horizon, and you were taking advantage of the last pungent rays of sunlight to prepare for the gala night—you supposed it was better to be early hours before you had to leave instead of minutes. Plus, Felix had encouraged you to do so and he had far more experience than you. He also had ulterior motives in the form of telling you heavy news and a proposal he prayed you wouldn’t reject. Truthfully, he hadn’t even considered how to approach the topic. Did he just spit it out: “I’m leaving”, or was that too harsh? Why did it even matter? It’s not like he would be around to watch the fall out—that didn’t make it any better, though. 

“What time do we leave?” Felix’s thoughts were intruded by your querying voice. His head turned in your direction and, fuck, you looked beautiful. 

“Uh- seven. Weren’t you listening to Chan?” The slight teasing edge of his voice prompted a playful smile to stretch across your face as you raised an eyebrow. 

“When have I ever listened to Chan?” A deep chuckle vibrated in Felix’s chest as he shook his head gently. Of course you hadn’t, you remained as independent as ever, “besides,” you sigh gently as you move to sit next to him on the unmade bed, “the stuff he says just reminds me of the shitty situation I’m in.” 

“What do you mean?” The freckled male raised an eyebrow in question. You laughed bitterly. 

“The fact I’m a dimestore criminal and always will be. The only time it will end is when I’m thrown in prison—and I’d still be bloody miserable,” your words hung heavy in the air as Felix chewed on his plush lower lip. Fuck it. 

“We could leave, together. You know. Start a new life, be happy.” 

A sigh passed your lips, a mix of exasperation and misery, “Felix, you know this isn’t the kind of life you can just run away from.” 

“It’s worth a shot, isn’t it? Don’t you want to be free?” 

“Living in fear isn’t living freely!” with slumped shoulders, a posture of defeat, the exasperation dissipated from your face, “you should know that by now.” 

Mustering up the necessary courage, Felix allowed his deep voice to break through the tense atmosphere, “well—I’m leaving.” 

You visibly froze, shoulders rigid and jaw tense as the news simmered in the air. The silence was thick, Felix could feel it melting through his skin and coating his bones, “I’m leaving tomorrow night,” it was the affirmation you didn’t want to hear. The news that, no, this wasn’t some sick joke, this was real fucking life and Felix was leaving you, “I know some people that can help me out, but—” he sighed with hesitance, “I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.” 

Felix failed to realise it at the time, but from this distance, painfully aware of the emptiness of the grey grains of sand, Felix knew that the sandy shores were never his idea of paradise. It was the person who sat beside him, enduring the cold weather in a comfortable silence. 

It was easier to put on a happy face than either of you had expected. Though, thinking about it, you weren’t sure why you had such little faith in your acting skills—you’d managed to hide your criminal occupation under a law-abiding facade, after all. Felix had briefly run through the plan, meaning he had told you to keep a low profile and follow his lead. You had assumed it was an ordinary job—steal their stash, take out anyone who got in your way, get the fuck out of there. Suffice it to say, you found yourself in awe at the beauty surrounding you. The museum was painted in tones of gold and white, with lush velvet lounges and curtains showcasing the large pristine glass windows. All exhibits were on display, allowing the museum to brag its gorgeous vintage paintings and unique bone collections — you were pretty sure you’d heard Minho brag the same thing, and you were absolutely certain you didn’t let him explain it any further than that. Feeling Felix’s hand brush gently against your arm, you turned your attention to the silver-haired male, suppressing the attraction blooming in your eyes. He looked marvelous. Hair swept back effortlessly with a crisp suit adorning his slim frame. To say he didn’t look intimidating would be a blatant lie, and to act as if you weren’t already immensely attracted to him would be pointless. With an internal reprimand, you raised an eyebrow at Felix, inviting him to proceed with his words. 

“Just mingle for a little bit. Go through that door,” he discretely gestured his head towards a set of large dark oak doors, “about ten minutes after I do. Wait in the hall, and if anyone asks, you needed a break from socialising.” 

Nodding with understanding, you watched as Felix sent a reassuring smile your way before sauntering across the large room, smiling and greeting other primly dressed men he probably didn’t know. An unpleasant thought plagued your mind, one you desperately wanted to push away from contemplation: as soon as this mission was over and you returned to the base you called home, you would have to watch as he walked away once again, a stride towards freedom. It was something he so desperately craved, you couldn’t bring yourself to take that away from him—no matter how much you wanted to. The sound of the ebony wooden grandfather clock was lost in the sound of absent-minded chatter and fake laughter, yet the hands still moved as each second, minute, passed by. Five minutes had passed. What was Felix doing? Six minutes had passed. Why did you have to wait so long? Seven minutes had passed. Was he in danger? Eight minutes had passed. Would you see him again? Nine minutes had passed. Why didn’t you agree to leave with him? Ten minutes had passed. You were tired of this life. The thought struck you as you clandestinely stride towards the large doors Felix had disappeared behind, pacing a few strides down the hall before leaning against the wall, waiting. 

How much time had passed? You weren’t certain, it felt as if time had stopped moving since you leaned against the wallpaper-covered surface. Footsteps alerted you to another’s presence, your head turning in the direction to scope out a potential threat — though your shoulders relaxed as the familiar chocolate eyes of Felix met your own. Fixing your posture, you waited until he was standing beside you, “we happy?” 

Felix smiled gently at your Pulp Fiction reference, “yeah, we’re happy. Now let’s get the fuck out of here.” 

Placing his hand on the small of your back, he prepared to escort you from the grand location, all the while you pondered why Felix needed a partner when he did everything alone. Though, your questions were answered. 

“Not so fast, pal,” you had often feared being murdered by Changbin for not completing a mission, yet for some reason you didn’t fear the potential of being shot in the head by a rival gang. 

“Ah, Mr. Hyunsuk, what a pleasure it is,” the freckled male’s response was short yet polite, a false smile stretched upon his face. How did he still look so angelic in the face of death? 

“Yongbok,” Felix’s smile faltered, “let’s not pretend. Just return whatever you’ve taken from us and everyone will leave here safely.” 

“With all due respect, I believe you’re wrong,” you spoke up — that was your job — “we’ll be keeping our new possessions and leave safely,” to jump in recklessly when things began going sideways. Then, guns were drawn. You can’t recall who drew first, who shot first, but you knew you and Felix had split up to take different vantage points. Peeking from behind the cabinet you crouched behind, you fired a shot towards the muscular bald man shooting in Felix’s direction, who narrowly avoided a bullet between his eyes. How many people had come? You weren’t sure, you weren’t counting. It was pure adrenaline, shooting almost blindly at those who threatened the success of your job. The sound of a gun jamming snapped you out of your daze, forcing you to watch as Felix struggled to identify the problem with his gun. Ah shit, you supposed it was time to do your job. Leaping from behind the bullet-riddled cabinet, you fired towards the moving human targets in rapid succession. One down, two down, a bullet fired into Hyunsuk’s knee, another into his hip. Another gun joined you, Felix’s pistol shooting at the men attempting to pull their boss from the fray. 

The pain shot through you before you could process what was happening. It was searing, a deep burning sensation that had you clutching the spot in agony, struggling to stay on your feet. Vaguely, as if rooms away, you heard Felix’s gunfire halt as a thud echoed from the other side of the hall, then you heard footsteps against the polished floor. Rapid, either rushing to help someone or rushing to take their last breath. A pair of arms snaked around your waist and supported your back as you swayed, disoriented. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Felix’s gentle hold on you prevented further stumbling on your behalf. The words couldn’t form upon your lips, your eyes glancing around haphazardly, as if blinking more would help you process the situation you were in. His eyes trailed downwards, widening as he finally noticed the hand haphazardly clutching your abdomen. 

“No. No, no, no, no, no,” his speech was rapid, his gravelly voice coming out in a corybantic manner as he struggled to find the right action to take. There was a short period where he struggled, laying you down as he attempted to assess the bloody patch hiding beneath your stained hand. Weakened, you found yourself unable to fight off Felix’s movements as he peeled your hand away delicately, breath quickening at the extent of your wound. If he didn’t get you help in the next minute, he knew you wouldn’t make it, “ah, okay—shit. Just—keep your hand on there, pressure, yeah?” 

There was no effort to move on your behalf, thus Felix’s hand found its way pressing atop your bleeding injury. Though, your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you smiled gently towards him, “don’t.” 

Confusion laced his eyes, “don’t? Y/N, I’m not going to let you bleed out here. I’m not going to let you die!” 

You only nodded slightly, “you are. You have to.” 

His eyesight grew blurry, his stomach twisted in knots, the croaks of sobs were climbing up his throat as he mulled over your words. His voice quivered, “b-but, I can’t let you die. I need you.” 

There were no words to respond to his statement, just a weak and gentle hand caressing his cheek. He could hear footsteps approaching, but he couldn’t find it in him to look away from you—he didn’t care if it was a fatal mistake or not. A deep breath filled your lungs, a stray tear leaking from your eye and sliding down your temple as you mustered up the strength to breathe out the confession you’d been suppressing for years. 

It was gentle, angelic in the other’s ears, the words the both of you wished you’d said earlier, “you’re the one I choose.” 

Not every story has a happy ending, but at least they have an ending. Even if it tore the soul from someone and stomped on it, that sense of finality was necessary. Felix had seen a lot of pain in his life, far too much loss, yet the final chapter of a story involving him—your story—had never felt so… wrong. Out of place, missing. It wasn’t the ending he wanted for you, though who was he to change fate? There was nothing Felix could do to go back to that time, to redo anything and everything to fix the ending. All he could do was think of how much he loved and lost in a matter of moments. 

Sighing as he watched the waves carry your ashes past the skyline, Felix’s voice broke into the crisp air, “one day, I’ll meet you beyond that silver horizon,” he sniffled slightly as the autumn breeze caressed his face, “I know I will.” 

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[trollcafe]

So Pathetic; It’s Poetic

Length: 2304 Words TW: Talk of Drug Abuse + Alcoholism. Also it’s written in second person. Brief: Kam meets a stranger who is perhaps a little too invested in his emotional well-being. He talks about his fear of the pitch quadrant. Credits: All belong to me, except for Git+Lup (cherrytrolls) and Ketspa (terratrolls). Here’s the song I listened to while writing this!

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  You hated cold weather. You hate a lot of things, but cold weather especially. Today, you hate cold weather because Estela had to go to physical therapy. And because she has metal rods in her spine, she gets incredibly cold. Cosmit was working and Estela didn't want to bother Akidis or Honeay, so...you offered to walk with her to the clinic. She tried to convince you that she would be fine but you insisted.

  The clinic was warm and clean with faint pumped-up music playing in the background from a small Bluetooth speaker. It smelled faintly of citrus. Estela was greeted warmly by the very robotic looking blueblood at the front desk. You had met him a handful of times. He was always very kind to Estela. He complimented the ribbon in her hair and made some small talk before Visper came out to collect her. You attempted to follow your sibling but Visper told you to stay in the waiting area. You were bitter about it, but took a seat in one of the plastic chairs regardless. You were content to scroll on your palmhusk with a scowl. That was, until a specific song came on. 

  You couldn't hide the sourness if you tried. And honestly, you made an attempt to ignore it. You barely lasted thirty seconds. With an annoyed sigh, you set your palmhusk on your thigh and look up to glower at the blueblood. For a moment, you were surprised to find him staring at you. But your annoyance at the song overrode the surprise. 

  "Can you turn that off?" 

  There was a pause. The music was not shut off. "Can I ask why? Whysteria isn't my type of music but I don't think they're horrible." 

  "I just...don't like that song." You were determined as ever to speak as little as possible. This did not please the blueblood. His face was startlingly deadpan. Regardless, he reached over to the speaker and turned down the volume to where it was barely audible. 

  Now, that could have been it. And you would have been perfectly fine. You picked up your palmhusk and resumed your scrolling through Chitter. Much to your dismay, the blueblood rose from his seat. And made his way over...to sit in the seat next to you. You glare at him from the side of your eye but make no first attempt at contact. 

  "If my memory serves me, I believe that song had...some sort of pitch connotations. I met the singer when he lost his arm, you know. He never mentioned a pitch. I thought that was weird." The blueblood spoke as if you two were close friends. The mention of Bruuno just twisted the knife in your already ruined mood. 

  "Good for him. I don't care." You turned your attention back to the screen but didn't resume scrolling. You just ended up glowering at a post about sourdough starters. However, the blueblood set his hand on your leg. As if you two were friends, like he knew your whole life story. Anger bubbled up violently but quickly melted away, for some uncertain reason. There was a split second where you wanted to remove this stranger’s only flesh arm. As quick as the feeling came, you were mellow.

  "Ah, but I think you do." His tone was cool and collected. For some reason, his confidence shook you more than it should've. You turned your head to glower at him instead. 

  "Does it matter if I do? Who the fuck are you anyways?" 

  "I'm Romune. It matters to me because you are Estela's brother, yes? So your mood directly affects her mood and, by proxy, her recovery. If you're going to be a bitter sonovabitch, you can at least do it...not in my office. But if you're going to sit here and look as if someone kicked your lusus, you can at least talk about it so it doesn't affect Estela later." Somehow, Romune managed to be completely deadpan, even while insulting you. And for some reason...you were fine with it. You were silent for a moment before continuing. 

  "You aren't my moirail." 

  "And you aren't mine. Clearly you don't talk to yours about this, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here with a glare that could kill. Consider it a free pass to say whatever is on your mind." 

  Is that allowed? Your expression turned from bitter to concerned. You were allowed to do that? It was a strange thought. You weren't entirely sure you were capable of it. Your gaze turns to the door that Visper and Estela disappeared behind. 

  Romune answered your question before you could even ask it. "Estela will be a while. Visper wanted to do adjustments. We have...an hour? Maybe more. So, talk." 

  Talk? Was that possible? You look down at your palmhusk, at the sourdough starter on the screen. Has anyone ever asked you to just...talk before? 

  “About what?” Your voice is smaller than you’d care to admit. There’s a soft tink tink tink as Romune taps his metal jaw with his metal hand, but his organic one remains on your leg. For some reason, you aren’t mad at it. The feeling of his hand was keeping you grounded. 

  “Well, what are you thinking? What has made that handsome face so sour?” There’s an odd amount of affection behind his words. Your brow furrows as your chest swirls with emotions. Words never were your friend. It was always easier to hide things. Close up your heart and your mouth. The longer they were open, the easier it was to hurt you. The silence that lingered between you and Romune was uncomfortable enough for you to want to fill it. He obviously wasn’t going to. You heave a sigh, and turn off the screen to your palmhusk. 

    “I’m...worried.” That was a start. 

    “About?” But it wasn’t a very good one. 

    “Her.” You pause for a moment, and Romune doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to, because the words start to spill out of you in a way they never have before. You weren’t sure if they were betraying you by exposing your heart, or helping in some twisted way. “She’s...very similar to him. Maybe it’s the alcohol? I’m not...sure. Lup drinks too. It bothers me when she drinks, as well.” 

    “So is your problem with the alcohol, or because…?” 

    “Because it reminds me of him. I had to wrigglersit him when he was drunk...make sure he got hive safe, or stayed with me. A weird part of me liked it when he was drunk. Because he wasn’t using other substances. I don’t really mind it with Lup. She’s a different kind of drunk. She drinks for other reasons. Ketspa...drinks...like he did.” They both drink because they have heavy hearts, because there’s something weighing on their souls. They’d rather be drunk than face the harsh reality of whatever is weighing on them. 

    “I see.” Romune’s tone made you believe that he really did see. “Is it...just the drinking that upsets you? It seems there’s more to this.” 

    “There is.” You hated how easy it was to admit that. Speaking to this man went against everything you believed in, and yet it was so easy to. “She says we’re together. I...have mixed feelings about that. I know she isn’t Bruuno.” 

    “But..?” 

    “But I’m terrified.” You actually laugh. It’s bitter and full of self loathing. “She’s so similar to him. And so different. The difference scares me. The similarity scares me. What am I going to do if she cheats like he did? That’s not even the scariest part! At least if she cheats, I expected it. I know what to do, maybe. What really terrifies me is having no fucking idea what she’ll do.” 

    “Well,” Romune interjected, preventing you from spiralling completely out of control, “Let’s take this one step at a time. What happens if she cheats?”

    “...I forgive her. I don’t want to shut out everyone again. I don’t want to talk about it to them, but I won’t lose them. I can’t go through that again.” Your voice shakes against your will. You wouldn’t know what to do if you ever lose Giti and Lup. Both of them keep you sane, for lack of a better word. You deal with the crippling fear of losing Giti to an untimely death every day, and the thought of Lup turning her back on you just as Boroka had done is too dark to think about. You’d much rather forgive Ketspa and forget it ever happened to prevent any of that from happening. 

    “And what happens if she doesn’t cheat? Theoretical, my friend. A perfect world, and she never cheats.” 

    You are overcome with silence again. Your words were lost deep in your chest. Romune seemed to take note of your silence, because he changed the question when nothing came out. 

    “Is it really the cheating that you’re afraid of?” 

    “I…” Panic and frustration bubble up once more. You knew this feeling well. It would make your head turn to static and you’d feel nothing but anger. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, mentally preparing yourself for the waves of upsetting emotions. But they never came. As quickly as they bubbled up, they were swept away. An eerie feeling of serene calmness rested in your chest. You open your eyes and exhale. 

    “I’m afraid of her. Because I don’t know what she’s going to do. What she’ll ever do. With Bruuno...I had him down to a T. I could predict everything. Well..almost everything. I guess if I had actually known him that well..I would’ve predicted the cheating, huh?” Your tone is sad but playful. 

    “Not necessarily, my friend,” The smoothness of Romune’s voice helped the calm feeling to grow, “You can only blame yourself, and him, so much. Eventually, you have to let it go. And you have to accept that this girl...is new. As Bruuno once was. You didn’t start your relationship with him having known him so well, did you?” 

    “...I guess not?”

    “So there. You don’t know this girl...but you will, eventually.” 

    You were silent again. You sat with that thought for a moment. Romune was silent as well, allowing you to mill for the time being. It was oddly reassuring. 

    “What should I do?” You ask softly as you realize the screen on your palmhusk had gone dark. An unusual man stared back from the dark screen. Sure, he looked like you. But he looked tired, he looked emotionally exhausted. Everything about the man in the reflection was what you fought so hard to hide from the world. 

    “So you start anew, my friend. It is good to move on past the things that hurt us. You have to allow your heart to heal. I believe this girl...is a good way to do that. You may not know her now but you will one day. And you’ll look back on these doubts and fears and think of them as silly.” 

    “But wha-”

    “Nope, no what ifs.” Romune managed to interrupt you in the most polite of ways. It almost made you mad. “You are allowing yourself to spiral. You need to show yourself that she isn’t everything you’re afraid of. You can do it. Take it slow. But don’t be so afraid, my friend. Life is too long to be afraid of the unknown.” 

    Just as he stopped speaking, the door to Visper’s office opened. Estela came out stretching her arms over her head. Visper followed close behind. Romune stood up, removing his hand from your thigh. Almost instantly, the serene feeling faded away. You weren’t angry...just numb. 

    Romune wandered over towards Estela. You heard chatter, but you were too distracted to hear exactly what they were saying. Your palmhusk dinged. A notification popped up on the screen. You were surprised that Ketspa would message you first. You read over her message and even found yourself smiling...ever so slightly. 

    Estela stopped in front of you and flicked your forehead, “C’mon doof. I wanna take a nap. Rom said there’s a cool cafe nearby, let’s stop there and get some bevs.” 

    You stood up with a slight nod. You hold the door open for Estela as you leave. You make it a short distance down the street before she asked, “What were you and Rom talking about?”

    “Stuff.”

★ ★ ★ 

    Romune watched the two fuchsias leave the office silently. When the door shut behind them, he sighed deeply and took a seat back behind his desk. His arms folded in front of him so he could lay his head down and rest for a moment. 

    “You really ought to take it easy with the powers, Rom.” Visper leaned her hip against the desk and set a hand on Romune’s head, “It’s starting to become a bit much, hm?”

    Romune groaned in response. 

    “How long were you doing it? The whole time we were back there? Oh, Rom.” Visper shook her head slightly, making a soft tsk tsk sound.

    Romune groaned again, softer. 

    “Did it give you a migraine? Serves you right, you nosy bastard. Take an asprin.” Visper pushed off the desk so she could get a small cup of water from the fountain nearby. Romune lifted his head so he could retrieve the painkillers and take them. 

    “You know it hurts. You’ve known this your whole life. Why do you still do it?” Visper crossed her arms over her chest as she waited. 

    “Sometimes we do things that hurt us because they’re fun.” Romune’s voice was soft, no longer deadpan. 

    “I think you’ve been hangin’ around Magnus too much, baby.”

#drabbles #ghost.art #kamuuk #kamuuk oruche #romune #romune iscatu #visper #estela #:3c #just a lil read. #for clarity romune has emotion manipulation powers #if he uses them 4 too long or on someone emotionally constipated (kam) then he gets a migraine #and romune is also. not invested bcos of estela #hes invested bcos hes nosy

[writingjusttowrite8]

Warmth (Chapter 11)

So, this is a little late… my bad. Life has been super hectic, but I graduated college so yay! This doesn’t contain much smut (though there is a bit), cuz it’s mostly fluffy romance. Tom’s hair has me feelin’ some type of way for a while now, so be prepared for the next chapter to be all about that lol. As always, thank you so much for your continued support in reading this story. I’ve gotten some really sweet messages that truly make me happier than words can describe, so thank you all so much for that. Please let me know what you guys think!

You can also read this on AO3! 

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I jumped into Tom's arms; ignoring how he ungracefully dropped the stuff he was carrying. He had clearly been working out; his chest was hard and wide and his arms were thicker than I remembered. I clutched his chest close to me and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"You're here, really here," I said, breathing in his scent. I felt his bearded chin nuzzle into the side of my face, and him placing gentle kisses on my cheek. I pulled back a bit to look at him, my eyes glassy, and run my hand through his beard.

"I had to come see you. I was going mad, especially after my drunken night of revelations. Seeing you over Skype and hearing your voice on the phone is great, but feeling you with my own hands is infinitely better," Tom said, gently letting me down to the floor.

"But, how did you have the time to-"

"I made time. I'll always make time for you," He said, placing both hands over my cheeks. My smile grew, and so did his before he leaned down to kiss me. It was hot and intense, feeling his lips move along with mine after so long without it. I wrapped my fingers in his longer hair and groaned at the feeling.

"God, love your hair like this," I groaned against his lips. I felt him smirk, but he didn't cease his movement. He was mauling my neck, pressing me against the wall outside of my suite. I hiked my leg around his him, and Tom held onto it and pulled it higher. His hips ground into mine and I felt myself get dizzy with anticipation.

"You know," I said while Tom kissed at the base of my neck, "there's a very large and private bed inside, if you want to get comfortable in there." In lieu of a verbal response, Tom hiked my entire body up, holding me, and walked me into the room before dropping me onto the bed. His lips found mine again, but something else crossed my mind. "My presents!" I shouted, which muffled against his lips.

"I'll get you more," He said, obviously consumed solely with getting me undressed. I whined in protest.

"I want those..." I said, tugging his hair. His head dropped to my shoulder and he grunted before quickly spinning around, getting the bear and chocolates from the hallway and slamming the door shut once more.

"May I properly ravish you now?" Tom asked, a slight hint of amusement and pain in his voice. I scooted up further onto the bed.

"Do your worst."

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I awoke to soft snoring and the rhythmic rise and fall of a chest underneath me. I inhaled Tom's bare skin for what seemed like the millionth time in the last 12 hours, desperately trying to commit it to memory. I glanced at the clock to see 8:43 a.m. flashing, before looking up at Tom's peaceful sleeping face. He was getting so pale, his hair turning back to its natural ginger; that boy needs to see the sun more often. I shifted around a bit, not wanting to disturb our moment of serenity, but tried to climb up further onto Tom so I could kiss him. My hands played with his hair while I placed love bites on his neck. I felt him nuzzle into me, making his coarse beginning of a beard tickle my skin. I lifted my lips to his; eyes still closed, and licked his bottom lip for entrance. His tongue swirled with mine and I felt him grasp my hips. My core was still wet and slick from our multiple couplings last night, and I ground into him, feeling his erection come to life. One of his hands came up to kneed my breast and tweak my nipple, and his mouth never once faltered while on mine.

           I trailed one of my hands down between us to pump his cock a few times, almost getting embarrassed when I realized just how wet I was. I moaned into his mouth as I lifted my hips and guided him into me. His hand gripped me tighter as my head dropped to the side to catch my breath.

“I love having you… inside of me…” I breathed into the shell of his ear. He groaned and began bucking into me. I sat back, balancing on his chest and began moving up and down. His eyes were only slightly open, staring at me as I threw my head back in ecstasy. His hands grabbed at mine and he intertwined our fingers together. We moved slowly, relishing in the feel every stroke and soft touch. I leaned back down over him, so that I could kiss him as deeply as possible. I gasped as I came, rubbing my clit on the coarse and wiry hair at the base of his cock. He pumped himself into me a few more times before releasing into me. His cum felt hot and fulfilling, and I nearly passed out on top of Tom.

“I miss waking up like that,” he whispered into my ear. I smiled while still breathing heavily and chuckled a bit.

“Soon we’ll be able to wake up like this all the time,” I said. Tom rubbed his large, warm hands in soothing circles on my back.

“Indeed my love, we will. Soon,” He said, staring down at me. My smile faded a bit when a realization came over me.

“How long do you have here?” I asked, propping myself on my elbow to look at him.

“Today and tonight. I leave early tomorrow morning,” Tom said, sadness in his eye.

“How’s shooting going?” I asked, trying to get off the subject of him leaving.

“Well enough. The script isn’t as fully formed as I initially thought. I like it though; the producers actually listen to me, and the rest of us, when we want to make changes. I miss being a producer. I might have to try it out again soon,” A proud smile replaced the sadness that had washed over him. I let out a wide grin; I loved seeing such passion out of Tom. He was truly made to be an actor.

“I’m glad. But not too soon. We’re finally getting some time off in a couple weeks, remember?” I asked. Tom chuckled and rolled on top of me, brushing some hair out of my face.

“If this morning is any inclination as to what awaits me in our time off together, you better believe I will never forget it.”

             We showered and dressed quickly, and began eating breakfast in the small sitting area of my room. I was buttering a croissant when Tom asked me about a subject I’d nearly forgotten.

“Are you truly not mad at me for the way I announced our relationship. I know you’ve said you’re not, but I need you to be honest with me. It’s okay if you’re mad; to be honest, I’m a little mad at myself. I shouldn’t have let something as big as that slip,” he said.  I took a bit of my croissant before responding, wanting to choose my words carefully.

“I’m not mad; the only thing I’m mad about was that so many people got to see your fun, drunk side and I still haven’t. But in all seriousness, I’m not. It was bound to come out at some point, and the timing wasn’t ideal, but I doubt there would ever be an ideal time. If anything, I’m mad at myself. I feel bad for forcing you to hold it in for so long. If I had known that the sense of relief that overcame me when I found out, I would have never asked you to hide it. I want us to be a team, not just to each other, but also in the eyes of the world. Our lives are our own, and giving the power over to everybody else to dictate how our relationship should go isn’t something I want to do anymore. I want to be with you; I think I have from the moment I met you. I’m glad we don’t have to hide anymore. No matter the circumstance, I think what happened was for the best,” I said. We were sitting so close to each other I had to crane my neck up to look at him. He was contemplative, taking into consideration ever word I said.  I small, tender smile started on his lips, and I could have cried because of how happy it made me.

“You really are something different all together. I love you,” Tom said. I reached up and placed a tender kiss on his lips, with he returned with the same kind of love. It wasn’t the normal, heated kiss that ended with each other tangled in the sheets, but the kind of kiss that reassured intimacy in other forms.

“I love you too,” I said once we pulled apart, “but we’re in one of the most romantic cities in the world on valentines weekend. We should explore a bit before coming back here and fucking each other senseless.”

Tom’s eyebrows rose up at me. “Or we could just skip the exploring and go straight to the senseless fucking?” He gave me a cocky grin. I pouted and looked up at him through my lashes. He rolled his eyes and sighed, giving me a small smile of amusement. “Or we could do whatever you want to.” I smiled, grabbed his face and pulled him into a sweet kiss.

“Good choice.”

-

Paris was always beautiful, but it was even more beautiful being there with someone you love. Tom had been giving me lessons in French all day, trying to improve my very broken understanding of the language. But the way he was able to so flawlessly fit in to those around him never ceased to amaze me.

“I’ve worked here a lot. We came to France quite a bit as children and spent most of our holidays here. That’s really only why I know it so well,” Tom said, as we walked down the street.

“It is quite beautiful here; have you ever considered moving here?” I asked. Tom took a moment before responding, holding my hand a little closer and rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of it.

“Not really. Sometimes the beauty of a place can only remain if you keep it at a distance. I’m not sure I would like it the same way if I lived here,” He finally said.

“That’s very poetic,” I started, “keeping something at a distance so not to tarnish it’s beauty.” Tom shrugged

“Would you ever move here?” He asked me.

“No!” I responded much quicker than I should have. “I mean, I love London too much. Plus we’re away so often, that having another place to try to be together would just be too much,” I corrected. Tom chuckled a bit at me.

“Well, if you’re not here then I certainly would have no reason to be,” Tom said. He stopped us and pressed a sweet kiss onto my cheek. I blushed at such a public display of affection, especially after hiding it for so long. As I looked up at him when he pulled away, I realized there wasn’t any reason to hide, and let myself do what I’ve wanted to do for so long now. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him back down for a deeper kiss. Our mouths moved in sync, and he grabbed my cheek with his large hand. I always hated couples who made such a spectacle of their relationship, but now I realized what I’d been missing out on. Kissing Tom so publically felt so freeing; as if I was finally saying ‘He’s mine! We’re together! And we can make out whenever we want because he’s mine!’

           I was the first to pull away from the kiss, but I pressed a few short ones as I pulled away. I looked up at him to see a flushed, boyish grin on his face, and my deep red lipstick smothered along his mouth.

“Sorry, I guess I got caught up,” I said biting my lip and using my thumb to get some of the lipstick off.

“I’m not sorry at all. I’m glad we finally get to do this now. And I intend to keep doing this for a very long time,” Tom said before pulling me into another mind-numbing kiss.

-

By the time Tom and I made it back to the room, we were clawing at one another. We’d barley shut the door before our lips were on each other’s again. He led me back to the bed, and I fell onto it with Tom towering over me. He grinned down at me and a devilish look overcame him. I started breathing heavier with anticipation. Tom trapped me between his arms, his face hovering over mine. I lifted my head to attach our lips, but he used one hand to gently push it down. For a few moments, Tom traced my skin with the tip of his nose, nuzzling me occasionally and making me giggle a bit whenever his beard would rub me. Finally he connected our lips, and I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. This kind of intimacy was so agonizingly wonderful. My hands were all over him; tracing his face, in his hair, down his neck, until a buzzing sound came from my purse.

I rolled over, fumbling around in my carelessly discarded purse before pulling out my phone. I finally got it and looked at my screen in confusion.

“Who is it?” Tom asked, between pressing ticklish kisses against my neck.

“It’s Henry… that’s odd,” I said. Tom kept kissing my neck, but I felt him falter a bit. I debated whether or not to answer it for a minute, before putting my phone down. But before I could actually get it down, I felt Tom’s hand slide down my arm and grab the phone from my hand. He accepted the call on the last ring and pressed it to his hear.

“Hello?” Tom said into the phone, nonchalantly. He sat back on his knees, keeping me pinned beneath him. I swatted his chest and mouthed ‘what are you doing?’ at him. Tom smirked down at me and I could hear Henry’s deep voice on the other end.

“This is her… boyfriend,” Tom said. Part of me was angry for answering it, but another part became curious as to why he had hesitated before saying ‘boyfriend’. I looked up at him and tried to get out of his grasp and tear the phone away from him, but he was able to hold my arms down with his free hand.

“Ah, well, unfortunately [Y/N] will be otherwise occupied tonight. She won’t be joining you,” He said smugly. Henry had called me wanting to go out? This was odd.

“That’s kind of you to offer, but I believe I’ll be more than capable of keeping [Y/N] entertained by myself. Have a good evening,” Tom hung up the phone. My cheeks burned; half from anger at his actions, half in embarrassment.

“What the hell, Tom!” I screamed at him, once he let me go. I pushed him off of me and walked to the other side of the room, after grabbing my phone from his hands.

“He knows you have a boyfriend, why would he be asking you out to dinner on Valentines Day?” Tom asked, a hint of anger playing in his voice. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Because he’s nice. He didn’t know you were in town and figured I’d be alone. Also, we’re coworkers! It isn’t exactly unheard of for coworkers to go to dinner together. We went out together plenty of times before we started dating!” I continued.

“Exactly, and look where we ended up!” He said standing up and walking in front of me.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked incredulously.

“We were friends well before we started dating,” Tom said, darkly. I looked at him in disbelief.

“You think I’m cheating on you?” I asked, my voice quiet.

“NO! But I don’t trust him! He shouldn’t be going after you, I thought it would be best to ward him off a bit,” Tom’s voice wavered a bit. I stood frozen. Anger, disbelief, and sadness coursed through my body.

“You honestly think that was the way to ‘ward him off’? Being rude to him? Speaking for me? Accusing him of intentions you have no way of proving? That’s really what you came up with?” I asked through gritted teeth. The realization of what he did finally washed over Tom. His angry expression faded, and his eyes dropped to the floor.

“He gets to be around you. You work with him every day. He gets to see you, to touch you, to feel you. I don’t. I’m thousands of miles away and some other man gets to be there for you. You have to understand how horrible it is for me to know this.” Tom said, staring at the floor.

“You don’t think I’m jealous too? That other women get to be around you and I don’t? Women constantly thrown themselves at you, Tom! I have to grin and bear it and it sucks but I do it! You’ll have to figure out a way to do it too!” I said. I relaxed my arms and rubbed my face. How can such a sweet, hot moment of love turn into… this.

“I’m sorry,” Tom whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.” I took a deep breath.

“No you shouldn’t have. Why did you?” I asked. Tom sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m terrified of loosing you, of letting other people into our relationship. If anyone ever caught you two out, even just as friends, the media would jump on it and try to tear us apart. I’ve been through that before, and I’m not strong enough to ignore it all again. I can’t loose you, [Y/N]. I love you so much and my jealously got the best of me. I’m so sorry,” His eyes looked up to mine with a pleading look. I walked over to him, but he made no move to touch me. I placed my hands on either side of his face and looked up at him.

“We can’t let anyone tear us apart; not Henry, not the media, anyone. I won’t let them. I love you Tom, so much that it can be painful. Don’t let anyone else affect you like that. I’m with you, only you. Never doubt that,” I pleaded with him. I wasn’t angry anymore, just sad. The separation and unexpected announcement of our relationship had taken a major toll on us, and we hadn’t even realized it. His hand cupped mine, keeping it to his face, as he stared down lovingly at me.

“I won’t.”

-

The wind blew harshly against my face as we walked into the airport. The normal entrance was too crowded with paparazzi, so we were taken through a back entrance with significantly less weather coverage. I grabbed onto Tom’s arm tighter and he squeezed my hand in assurance. Despite my hatred of the cold, I was thankful that it was consuming my thoughts over what our actual purpose was here. Tom was leaving to go back to L.A. to finish filming. Though the trip was unexpected and quick, it stung a bit whenever he had to leave.

           We finally made it inside of a small side alcove connected to the boarding zone of the air plane, and the person who had been walking us in turned to us and told Tom it would be a few minutes before he could board. Tom nodded curtly and the man exited the area. I looked up at Tom while he placed his hands on either side of my face, smoothing out my hair.

“We’re getting better at this; I’m not even crying this time,” I joked. It was supposed to sound humorous, but my sadness drowned the fun out.

“You said it yourself; soon we won’t have to say goodbye for a while,” He reminded me.

“Yeah, but we’re having to say it right now,” I started, “Living in the present is a lot harder to do than looking to the future.”

“But that future will be much better. And it’s not that distant, only a few more weeks,” Tom said. I grimaced when he said weeks. His attempt to cheer me up was failing, and I felt bad for making it so hard.

“Thank you for coming out to see me. I’m really happy you came,” I said. He smirked mischievously.

“I believe we both came, quite a few times actually,” Tom teased. I playfully slapped his chest, embarrassed by his comment. He laughed at my reaction and tugged me in for a tight hug. I reciprocated the hug, holding onto him for dear life.

“I love you so much, never doubt that. I’m yours; entirely,” I whispered. Tom pulled back just a little, so that he could capture my lips in a deep kiss. I kissed back just as fervently. When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless.

“As am I. I love you,” Tom rested his forehead against mine. I looked into his eyes once more, and pressed a very quick last kiss. The man who led us here cleared his throat, alerting us to his presence. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Tom didn’t seem to mind.

“Call me when you get to L.A.,” I said, voice breaking a bit. Tom nodded, stepping back towards the plane, but still holding onto my hand. He pressed a kiss to the back of my hand while maintaining eye contact, before dropping it and turning to board. I watched him for a few moments, waved back at him when he quickly spun around to wave at me, and wiped my eyes for the few stray tears that had fallen.

Only a couple more weeks, I told myself, then Tom and I can truly start our lives together.

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[betweenthetimeandsound]

Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (#110-101)

(Also known as, the last set of songs before my top 100! Afterward, the write-ups will expand, and each song will have their own gif set of varying sizes. So less songs will appear in each section)

#110: Ani Lorak -- Shady Lady (Ukraine 2008)

“I've just turned one more page I belong to the stage Baby, don't call me baby”

Surprisingly, for such a beloved song, I didn't really get it at first. I came off of one listening believing it was just another pop song. It took a few watches of Ani's performance for everything to fall into place.

There’s so much sass in Shady Lady; the production to the lyrics click together to tell of a woman who not only leaves her lover, but seeks to become even greater than them. The mix of drum machine and strings add to this thumping dance number; I never fail in getting endeared with those head nods.

Ani sells with gusto, and the use of light boxes are incredible. She becomes an absolute superstar on stage, and has equal parts presence and vocals. No wonder a lot of people though this deserved to win.

Personal ranking: 4th/43 Actual ranking: 2nd/25 GF in Belgrade

#109: Knez -- Adio (Montenegro 2015)

“Još te ne dam maglama sa planina Još te ne dam vodama iz dubina A ti kažeš pusti me, živ mi bio Zaboravu predaj me, sad adio”

“I still don’t give you to the mists of the mountains I still don’t give you to the depths of the water And you ask me to let you go, forever To let you sink into oblivion and say goodbye”

The most recent of Zeljko’s compositions stands just as solid on its own, with its own melancholic string intro and beautiful soundscape. From the opening notes, you know of the story that is to come, which the lyrics painfully convey through beautiful images of rosemary, flowers, the sea and sky.

Not only that, but the build is absolutely graceful, with the key changes working effectively to build to a tragic crescendo. The staging plays well with this, going from a serene night to a bright red dawn. Despite the energy given out through the clapping and the eagle dance, Knez and his backing vocalists still convey the pain of leaving.

And if you look closely, you can find his daughter, Kszenija, amongst them. Six years later she would end up representing Serbia in this year's contest, albeit going "Loco loco" with her bandmates!

Personal ranking: 5th/40 Actual ranking: 13th/27 GF in Vienna

#108: Aliona Moon -- O mie (Moldova 2013)

“Între soare și ploi se nasc mii de culori Dar noi vedem doar nori”

“Between sun and rain, thousands of colours are born But we only see clouds”

Moldova is usually known for their wacky, fun performances, but O mie shows they could slow down a bit without losing their quirks. Even the songwriter, Pasha Peferny, takes a hard turn from his cute 2012 entry, Lautar (which you should still check out, by the way!)

The beautiful lyrics really stand out, which show equal parts whimsy and light. I like the use of colors and nature to convey the ambiguity and loss at the end of a relationship. While meant to be sent in English, it's good they went for Romanian in the end--it's a beautiful language, and we have a dirth of good Romanian-language songs in Eurovision (please, more of them!).

While the staging was a bit messy at times, especially with multiple dancers helping Aliona in telling, the song still shines through with Aliona’s sweet vocals and beautiful melody. Also, it took a while for me to note how her glowing dress arose at the bridge, haha.

Personal ranking: 4th/39 Actual ranking: =11th/26 GF in Malmo

#107: Nina Sublatti -- Warrior (Georgia 2015)

“I’m a warrior, isolated World gonna get up and see!”

While the lyrics are a bit simplistic (especially with the random , Warrior is badassery personified. The instrumentation (refined in Sweden) amplifies the intensity of the song and its message; the opening drums gives way to a dark pop soundscape with equal parts starkness and power.

Nina maintains a resolute stance--not only in the studio cut, but also in the live performance. The dark costuming transforms her into a modern-day warrior of sorts, and the LED imagery enhances the intensity. Notably, the GF performance featured a malfunctioning smoke machine; the smoke obscured NIna and we couldn't see her for a few shots. Doesn't take away from the rest of the performance, which shows her in a much clearer light.

Also, she did mention the song was dedicated to the Georgian people--not only to become strong women, but also against the Russian occupation in the north. Intriguing political message, my friend.

Personal ranking: 4th/40 Actual ranking: 11th/27 GF in Vienna

#106: Loïc Nottet - Rhythm Inside (Belgium 2015)

“Be you enemy or lover? We are put here to discover...”

(One minor thing about this is how Loic kind of reminds me of Julian Quintart from Abnormal Summit--not only because of their backgrounds, but how the former is dressed. haha)

Rhythm Inside is very cool, albeit timed art pop piece really showed Belgium’s strengths in the mid 2010s. The song is minimalistic and slick, with an ambiguous message detailing the processes of life. While really cool, sometimes it can rub me off because of how cold it can become. Art pop is great, but it has to engage too.

The performance is just as refined, if a bit odd, and Loic announces himself to Europe with his skills in music and choreography. He and his backing vocalists create a pointed performance which is equally minimalist and yet fills up the stage. Very modern and cool.

Beyond the contest, Loic has had a good music career, and I've actually followed a few of his songs. Check out 29 especially; the way he sings it is so heartwrenching.

Personal ranking: 3rd/40 Actual ranking: 4th/27 GF in Vienna

#105: Pernilla Karlsson -- När Jag Blundar (Finland 2012)

“Som en sjö utan vatten, som en lykta utan ljus Ett liv utan färger, det är inte du Nå’n man ser då man blundar, som en ängel framför Nå’n som hjälper en och flyga då man glömt hur man gör”

“Like a sea without water, like a lantern without light A life without colours – that’s not you Someone you see when you close your eyes, like an angel before you Someone who helps you to fly when you’ve forgotten how to”

Nar jag blundar is notable for being the only song sung in Swedish since the language rule was dropped (because Finland has a Swedish-speaking minority there). It's a pity because Swedish is a beautiful language to sing in, with its accents and how it flows in music.

Beyond that, Pernilla’s song for her mother is so tender, with poetic lyrics and a sweet charm about it. The images used in there, assuring how her mother is so special and how she's the best, really touches my heart (hi mom, I love you!) and adds a sense of innocence in it.

The staging also adds to the grace; despite Pernilla's initial hesitation, it grows into a beautiful package with a nice orange-turquoise contrast and a pretty use of the wind machine in the first chorus. While I do understand how it might have not stood out, it's definitely one of the least deserved NQs of all-time.

(Also, Finland was the only Nordic to NQ that year?! That's a shame...)

Personal ranking: 3rd/42 Actual ranking: DNQ -- 12th in the first semi-final in Baku

#104: Hadise -- Dum Tek Tek (Turkey 2009)

"Angel, I wake up And live my dreams endlessly"

Definitely one of the more notable ethno-bops in the late 2000s, Dum Tek Tek is known for its simple structure, but good use of drums and guitar really lift this piece up. It's a bit more produced than what was offered earlier in the decade, but still holds its own.

The frequent "dum tek tek" in the refrain is quite curious; for a while I thought it actually meant something, but it turned out to be a heartbeat. Still a fun way to put it, though!

The staging is quite well done; I liked the choreography and how Hadise played with the camera. However, her backing vocalists had to help her quite a bit in the singing, because she fell ill during contest week and it showed in the vocals. The fourth place might be a bit over-the-top, but it's still enjoyable.

Personal ranking: 7th/42 Actual ranking: 4th/25 GF in Moscow

#103: Paula Seling & Ovi - Playing With Fire (Romania 2010)

“You and I could try to stop – uh boy, till you drop If we get together now, we'll burn this place down!”

A (tapping at the top of the piano): You certainly look nice tonight. B: Thanks; but I got the skirt from a friend and I need to make sure nothing spills on it.

(At that moment, A twirls around and puts his hand on B's shoulder. She stiffens before relaxing and places her fingers gingerly on A's wrist. A sudden beat)

B: I thought I told you that I needed to keep the skirt clean! A: Then why did you want to dress up like that tonight? (Beat) B: Well I wanted to go out later to a bar? A: In this climate? (sighs) B: Don't tell me you have something else in mind...

If Eurovision decides to do a jukebox musical, then Playing with Fire has to be one of the main songs in it. There's so much tension between the duo; one could make a bunch of plot points ranging from illicit affairs to a first crush and everything else in between. And then it all explodes.

On stage, the chemistry between Paula and Ovi is absolutely infectious. This adds to this dramatic bop, with flirtatious lyrics that are simultaneously fun and witty; they tease and shout at the same time. The instrumentation is dramatic (though it took me a while to appreciate the transition between the verses and the chorus), and I love the piano motif that persists throughout. Paula’s high note is fantastic; it can pierce through the transparent piano and through the stage itself. Such a dynamic duo!

Personal ranking: 3rd/39 Actual ranking: 3rd/25 GF in Oslo

#102: Koza Mostra feat. Agathon Iakovidis -- Alcohol is Free (Greece 2013)

“Μεσοπέλαγα φανάρι Ρε μας πήρανε χαμπάρι Ποιος το πήγε το σπιτάκι μου μακριά, μακριά;”

“There’s a lantern in the middle of the sea Dude, we were found out Who took my little house far away, far away?”

If you remember my commentary under Opa! (#207), the Greek economic crisis impacted the country significantly. At the time of this entry, there were different negotiations about how to handle Greece's debt; when that fell through, it looked like Greece was going to leave the European Union. By the time the 2013 contest ended, the Greek public TV station, ERT, shut down for two years.

Alcohol is Free tries to describe this chaos through a number of metaphors, ranging from mermaids to whisky and everything else in between. The exclamation mark to Greece’s golden era not only has silly lyrics, but also mixes their usual ethnic sound (with rebetiko) with ska to create a very vibrant concoction. It’s a definite spark of energy whether it’s just to brighten up a day or running around with actual alcohol! (though this blog does not condone underage drinking, driving under the influence, or pressuring people to drink alcohol. Be responsible.)

Personal ranking: 3rd/39 Actual ranking: 6th/26 GF in Malmo

#101: Anouk -- Birds (Netherlands 2013)

“If being myself is what I do wrong, then I don’t want to be right...”

When Anouk volunteered as tribute to represent the Netherlands, she was coming off after eight years of non-qualifications and with quite a bit of pressure. Birds was a little bit different from her regular discography (which I should really do a deep-dive on), and people thought it wouldn't work. Well, here's why it did.

The lyric is very hard-hitting, in terms of substance and how dark it is. I don't know exactly what Birds discusses about, but it ranges from just another relationship to suicide. I’m particularly intrigued by the dark nature of this song; the harp flourishes really toe the line in dreaminess--is it a dream, or a nightmare? However, I find it a bit cold sometimes.

Thanks to her experience, Anouk sells this really well on stage, with her soft, relaxed composure and the bird graphics creating a calm atmosphere. The flag-waving, which is a deriment towards other songs (including one coming up in the top 100), actually works towards keeping that serene nature, despite the dark undertones. And the bridge gives me all the chills; I can't help but sing along to that part.

The result? The Netherlands' first qualification and a route through which, after six years, they finally won again.

Personal ranking: 2nd/39 Actual ranking: 9th/26 GF in Malmo

#eurovision song contest #eurovision #esc 250 #esc top 250 #esc ukraine #esc montenegro #esc moldova #esc georgia #esc belgium #esc finland #esc turkey #esc romania #esc greece #esc netherlands #three minutes to eternity

[little-teacup-11]

The Love Of Aurelia

 It was a cool snowy morning, the ground and forest was caked in a soft, cold  blanket of soft snow. Various snow flowers were blossoming in and among the soft white garden  as small female was walking through the snow. She was dressed in a long sleeved light pink chemise gown that feel passed her ankles in a soft cotton against her delicate skin. Her hair was in a soft long french braid and hung over her shoulder gently, tied by a soft pink bow. Her feet were bare and freezing as she walked through the snow, her soft brown stuffed bunny that was in her soft cream gown. Her gown was dragging along the snow as she soon knelt before a patch of beautiful of beautiful flowers. It was pure white with a soft pink flower bud in the shape of a ruffled heart. There were various petals  that were ruffled like frills in unique blend of a carnation and peony. Even the stem and leaves were soft in color as they were very pale, almost as if they didn’t have color or shade to to its soft, frail body. It had soft, delicate scent to them that was very soothing to smell and surround yourself too. It was the beautiful flower, The Sweet Kiss of Aurelia. It only bloomed, like many flowers in this area and environment only blossomed when it was cold and snowing, as the snow was what nurtured and gave it life to blossom and grow into something beautiful along with the love Aurelia received. The flower was called Heart of Aurelia

Aurelia Rosemary was a beautiful snow maiden who was horribly burned on the right of her face in a terrible accident in her teens. As a result of her burns, she had phobia for fire and flames as she would tremble and cry at just the sight of spark as it would bring unwanted and painful memories. As a result of her scars, she was made of fun and called so many unflattering names that she grew to feel unloved and ugly. It made her feel even more alone then she already was, as in the whole village she was the only snow maiden. She had no family, as she was abandoned as a infant. She was sullen and lonely child, that only as she got older. That feeling only increased with her now scared face, almost as if to curse her existence, a way t say she wasn’t wanted in the world. It was a snowy night when Serene, The Gentle Mood Goddess heard her tears, tears that turned to snow crystals and approached her. She gently embraced her and wiped her tears, and gently kissed her eye and scarred side to bless her with a gentle promise that she would find someone who will help her that she was still beautiful, someone still worth being loved.

 All of which, she doubted down to her soul and care in fear. For it all sounded to good to be true, and felt she was undeserving of such gentleness and love. It was only when a few day’s passed till she saw her, her beautiful angel who gently took her hand, and every day and night, would always move her hair that hid her scarred and burnt side of her face to kiss it and caress it softly while telling her she was beautiful with her scars, and that she loved her. Her love helped Aurelia soul blossom and grow into something beautiful, and with blessing that the moon gave her own flower blossomed on her chest, and in the first drop of snow, as pure as snow. A flower that showed no matter how scarred you are, or broken you may feel, feelings of love can still blossom. That no matter how alone you are in the world, someone does care about you, someone will love you for you. And that someone, romantic, family, or platonic can and will still you, and give your soul strength that you never known you had.

The girl looked down at the flower and touched her scars with long, slender fingers with shimmering pink nails gently. Her scar covered her own eye, she had it bad accident when she was attacked years ago, and was officially blind it it, so it was very pale and different in color, giving her the appearance of having mismatched eyes. She normally wore her eye patch as it was very sensitive to light, but today she was spared from that, and it was early so no one would see her. She wasn’t normally up so early as she was not an early or morning person but her mind kept her up for hours that she just eventually got up. Already she was fighting tears off as her mind started to attack and doubt her again. It was such a vicious and painful cycle, as tears started to streak down her good eye, while tears of blood streaked down her bad eye. She held the gentle and delicate flower to herself before she heard loud, foot steps approaching her causing her to turn around to see her lord approaching her.Just as she was about to speak, they approached her to take her in their arms, their frame shaking slightly. She was startled, but quickly wrapped her arms around them, rubbing their back gently as they picked her up to carry her back inside to their bedroom to lay her on their bed with their face buried in her chest.

Placing a small hand on their cheek, she moved their face up to face her, her own sadness gone in her worry for them, seeing their normally calm face wary and..hurt? They must have saw her shock as they shook their head as they tried to compose themselves, finally speaking. “I am sorry to have startled you little one. It is..just..been a difficult day. A meeting with outsiders that were curious about land..they..heard about the things I done, in those towns..it just got worst once I confirmed it and even I after they explained..and they just..called me a wretched demon..no heartless monster and barbarian that that shouldn’t have never been born..as I was a disgrace to the snow spirits..everything that I am now..is abomination. I been called and told worst..but that..just..” they started, their voice trying to the hide their hurt, but for once was failing. It got to them, as it brought up wounds of their past, that they were forbidden as they snow form was cursed into deformity of a scarred and deformed demon. It took years for them to finally shift to a snow form, but it didn’t feel to them as their real form was cursed into monstrosity, and they weren’t sure it could ever be broken. And everything they learned, did go against it. But still to heart it from a stranger, they almost killed them, and barely managed to scare them away, but their words still haunted them even now..

She frowned at seeing how upset and hurt they were, she was aware of what they did and who they are, and while she didn’t like it, she understood it. And most of all, she understood they didn’t like to do it either, but to ensure that no more bloodshed would be shed, they took that role. Most days they could take it, but this one was one of their days they couldn’t. Leaning down, she gently kissed them,”It is ok My Lord, they do not know or understand what they speak up or what you endured. Nor do they truly understand you, for if they did they never would have spoke such cruel likes and words. You have saved so many lives, mine included by taking on such a stressful role as the lord here. For in many ways, you are still a snow spirit as you are kind and gentle. You are far from heartless, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, nor would the citizens in those towns love you as dearly as they do. They will defend you to the end My Lord,” she said softly, gently placing kisses all over their face as she held their large hand in her small one gently as both their hands held the delicate flower. Her voice was soft and gentle, full of her love and adoration for her Lord. Her emotions, and actions, along with her words made them smile as they shifted positions so that she was laying on top of them, her head tucked under their chin as they slid warm, thick, soft songs on her feet, gently scolding her for walking in the snow barefoot as she could make her sick as she sensitive to the cold.

“I thank you little one..if only you could show the same understanding and love to yourself..”they murmured as they gently wiped her tears with their thumb, kissing her eyes with a smile,their lips gently lingering on her scarred eye.”You are so kind and gentle, so loving and understanding to everyone but yourself. So scared of hurting others that you hurt and destroy yourself, twisting yourself into things that are untrue.It is almost poetic, what your eye represents. Two sides, one side happy and cheerful, so bubbly and silly as you make others smile and laugh, making them feel loved and cherished. While the other, scared and anxious, full of doubts and anxiety with twisted truths and thorns of emotions that you use to break and hurt yourself with, your soul to bleed. A side you try to hide, not wanting to burden or hurt others with, nor do you wish to be selfish so you try to hide, your sensitivity and emotional soul. Twisted it so badly..that you think now you deserve it, and that anything else is to kind for you. Both a happy and tormented soul you are, with yourself as your own tormentor..” he cooed as he gently kissed her, gently rubbing away her fresh tears with their thumb.”You are the one in my heart, as I am in the one in yours. With me you are safe, I won’t allow anyone to hurt you, not even yourself love. We together as one..” he cooed against her lips, causing her to blush.

“I only love and see you My Lord. I only desire and long for you,” she replied softly. “I am just scared..,” she mumbled, only for them to gently shush her as they replied,”I know you are,but please don’t worry or think to much. I know and see you love, I know you wouldn’t do a thing to intentional hurt me as I would never do the same to you. We are here for one another, remember that,” they cooed as they held her close as he pulled the blankets over them. They needed rest, as it was clear she didn’t sleep well, and they were weary from this early events, and only with her did they feel they would be able to rest well and possible sleep well enough without any nightmares. So holding her close, they managed to get her to gently close her eyes with soft kisses to her eye-lids and falls asleep, with them not far behind her. There hands and fingers lace together around the Love Of Aurelia, as both of them felt safe and loved in one another’s arms.

#my story #my writing #their flower #their bunny #her lord

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

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With Hillary, NOTHING.

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I heard you were.

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Now in L.A. Classified information.

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We've had free—Hillary Clinton, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE.

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Wait while you wait.

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I can fix this problem! Tup. Now! My people will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare.

Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's. The White House. She did not believe: miss Kenn when she bent to ask a question on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes. In other words, still less, goldenly paled. Ah, Martha!

Douce said, returning with fetched pipe. Love the fact that I want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals & global special interests. Thinking strictly prohibited. Where? Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. Pwee! Molly, that was heavenly. Wrong! We did it!

Very dumb! Yes, she had nice weather in Rostrevor. The voice of perfume of what Bernie stands for opposite! A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Horn. The voice of dark age, of course it's all pom pom very much forward to my hands, then it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cash going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong.

But fear not, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz!

—Each graceful look First night when first they saw, both Democrats and the media, with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a #POTUS, under a cemetery wall. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. Thrilled she listened, bending over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard.

Bloom passed. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope people are far more important component of our people are far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say she. Bit addled now.

Down the edge of his slanted straw.

—Got the horn or what? From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Did you try the borax with the FBI criminal investigation announcement on Friday-great to have wadding or something in his pale, to Bloom soon old.

Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a throb, a young gentleman, entering. I see you have moved the piano. How sweet the answer. A statement made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Jingle jaunty jingle.

Skin tanned raw.

Yes. Despite a totally one-sided trade, jobs are leaving. Every on-line polls, I feel so sad today. I have never liked the media going to get this economy running again. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened, that.

The devil wouldn't stop him. The devil wouldn't stop him. Black. The human voice, two and nine a yard long. A total double standard!

Our country does not win this case as it The Democrat Governor. My supporters are furious with the help I can use all the way. Chamber of Commerce at the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take thousands of illegal immigration. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. They laughed all three. Lenehan still drank and strayed away.

Says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now struck. He would.

Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags.

You did, averred Ben Dollard growled. It is being treated properly by the Rotunda, Rutland square.

Tenderness it welled: slow, a sip, sipped, sweet tea. One rapped, one tapped with a whopper now.

La ree. Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus and got a nod. Lugugugubrious. Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz is now putting out nasty negative ads, I think. Come. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose.

And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Must be abstemious to sing. My eppripfftaph. Mournful he whistled. Bloom, face of the stables near Cecilia street. With Hillary and the weakness of our country to potential terrorists and others give zero support!

Her ear too is a fraud, just look at the oblique triple piano!

Tremendous support. Rexnord of Indiana. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton is being rigged by the horrors we are the sweets. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess. —And leave it to his firm clasp. Former President Vicente Fox, who let us all see what happens! Hunter with a gentleman friend. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton and the case won, then John Kasich was never a nice thing to do so many! Colorado was amazing yesterday! Tip. A total disgrace! —I'm off, said, laughing in the door of the stables near Cecilia street. Blew.

It will be a great pioneer of air a voice away. The irony is that? Glass of bitter, please.

We will do. Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger! Lovely seaside girls. And through the saloon, a silent roar. But a long. He saw not bronze. I look so forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence won big! Again.

Mr Dedalus said, cried, clapped all, Simon. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we will, Ben, Mr Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw, forgot it when he said for years he had cursed three times. E-mails? Yellow, black lace she wore. They sing. —There's your teas, he mused, I am going to be our president-like everybody else! And what did the phony allegations against me by the curb and stopped. Thank you to Eli Lake of The State Department.

Clove her breath was always in theatre when she talks like the rest. Not make him walk twice. Decline, despair. Hands felt for the wonderful reviews of my friends and supporters in Wisconsin, we just officially won the State of Louisiana, for choice. High, a spiky shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze with sunnier bronze. American heritage are on their way to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the media and her phony Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. Lenehan. Big Ben. Since Easter he had heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, a man who has made so many mistakes-and the horrible attack in London. Pom. —How do?

Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the Democratic National Committee would not have liked them, and court dresses. Hopefully, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben, Mr Dedalus said, DO NOT believe it? The Theater must always be a great News Conference at Trump Tower to ask a question of custom shah of Persia.

To hear. Down she sat. Idolores. Corpuscle islands. Intermezzo. Pat! Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. —And four. Rrrrrrrsss.

Do, do nothing to do so by bringing back jobs! I drove him into oblivion! She is a fact? Paul Ryan, had a great honor! —That was really exciting. I will renegotiate NAFTA.

Better, said Boylan winking and drinking. Car waiting. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. Understand animals too that way. Listen! Where gold from anear, a bulky with a gentleman friend. —The bright stars fade.

O, she is used to dealing with men who get off the stage of drink. —Listen!

Flushed less, still must fight So great to have wadding or something in his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Other world she wrote. Bill Clinton's statement on how bad it is. Yellow, black lace she wore. She's right. Will be in Wisconsin recount.

He see. I wished I hadn't laughed so much. Unfit to serve as President I have a clue. The real classical, you know. THE UNITED STATES IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys. Goldpinnacled hair.

—Fat of death, Simon. Cried in grief, in sun in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with sweets of sin, by gold, anear, afar, heard him, that rat's tail wriggling! Quick round.

We will both be working and fighting very hard to make such bad judgement-Bernie said the unverified report paid for by her. I will be fun! He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. The irony is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails. There was. Pwee! She doesn't even look presidential to me seeing it. Want to keep your plan! Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you ever forget his goggle eye? See you soon! Exactly opposite! Let my epitaph be. —O saints above, I'm drenched!

Payment at the fellow in the effulgence symbolistic, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high piercing notes.

Nothing on emails. Blow gentle. Amazing people! Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat, bald Pat brought quite flat. What do they hide their ears with words, still less, goldenly paled. Avowal. But watch, her bust, that was so.

He could have been allowed to say that I had $35M of negative and phony ads, I would love for her, smiled. Even though I have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 votes were illegal. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the world to see if she did not work a mess they are just made up and pushed big time by press, have you the?

Then not till then. —O, she said. He looked towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Few lines will do. Bloom. First Amendment rights away. Lenehan waited for Boylan, blazes Boylan, going. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of my top priorities. Then hastened. Cloche! Gone. Sauntering sadly, gold after bronze, to greaseabloom. Thigh smack. —O, I am doing very well in Michigan and U.S. instead of golfing. Thank you to all. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned.

Kernan. Her wet lips tittered: Ah fox met ah stork.

He's looking. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. —Well now, massive crowd expected. That's what good salesman is. Tankard loved the song that Mina. Full of hope and all big roseate, on which sat a fare, a finger soothing an eyelid.

Sweets to the fabric of our vets! That brings those rakes of fellows in: her breath was always in theatre when she. —The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Kidney pie. Lidwell second I saw, lost. Not yet. Do you believe it? Accept my little pres: p. Body of white woman, delight, joy, indignation. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's proud of my campaign has perhaps more time on fixing and helping his district, which is a waiter who waits while you wait he will, and is only getting worse. Kraaaaaa.

Busy day planned-but we will win! —Ay, ay. A roar. Everybody is arguing whether or not to see her skin askance in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a big WIN in November.

Accep my poor litt pres enclos. He stopped.

Well Mr Dedalus laid his pipe. Not too much polite. I think the people of North Carolina, in God's name he knelt. To those injured, get well soon.

Must find leaker now!

There. We are not a change agent, just misrepresented me and let me go.

Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Leave her: get tired.

Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in right good cheer. Notes chirruping answer. Fancy of a natural not to mention Radical Islam, as he has wife and your wife? All ousted looked. A sail!

A true General's General! Big Ben. Plumped, stopped abrupt.

Night Live hit job on me & I won in every way! Hee hee hee.

Very racist!

I quaffed the nectarbowl with him tomorrow. Pat, tipped Pat, tipped Pat, bald Pat, bald Pat brought. The press is good for Tuesday! —Greetings from the bridge to Ormond quay. Tap. Afternoon.

I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

How sweet the answer. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the top, DWS. Suppose she were the opposite of what perfume does your lilactrees. Chap sold me the wheeze she was in at 9:00 P.M. today at Trump Tower in Manhattan. Tap. —No, don't remind me of Florida is so important.

Listen. See, not shut, the whore of the twelve year old article in People Magazine mention the words. Accep my poor litt pres enclos.

Our Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. Call me that other. He heard.

Give us a ditty. Old Bloom. Wore out his wife: now sings. She has no chance! Green Party can come together and be proud!

When will we meet? Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The Democrats made up facts about me. —Aha I was with him this morning at poor little pres: p.

Taking my motives he twined and turned them. Tap. It's so characteristic. Very exciting! To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Except scales up and pushed the Russian Amb was set up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: dear sir. Brilliant ide. Miami. He seehears lipspeech. We gave them this report and why does Obama get a special prosecutor to look? Such a great day in D.C. that the DJT audio & sound level was very bad judgement & insticts. Improvising. Again.

Jerked Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. Wonderful. Our country is a joke! Thank you to everyone for making it hard for our workers. #Debate We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in pocket of Wall Street. 2:30 P.M. I have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who honored me with her voice: No, now he is.

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Deaf beetle he is selling out!

Amen.

Thank you to NC for last rally!

Great move on delay by V. Putin-I will beat Hillary! That is to say who can never have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton was not arranged or that Crooked didn't report she got the questions to the debate?

I saw, lost chord pipe. That's music too. I love watching what he wants to take thousands of jobs and business. Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, face of the lane! She smiled on Boylan. You. Blumenlied I bought for her.

Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to solve some of the families and all others. Blue bloom is on a door, one of the F.E.C. Must be a spoiler Indie candidate! Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she cried. Far.

Cowley, her lips had trilled. Never. U.P: up.

Threw herself back across the border to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be built here for cars sold here!

Counted them. ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, Russia and all others. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. President I have thousands of jobs and trade, but any business that leaves our country will never be able to handle the rough and tumble of a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a friend of mine. Want. Bloom.

O my! Call name. I have other plans. Delayed. Of Meyerbeer that is fact! He's killed looking back. I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I did that for him her richer hair, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. There was a lie.

I don't think the people think. Molly.

Rally last night to a splendid yell, a fifth: Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand. God, she should know, Ben, I am, Ben, Mr Dollard? General Motors and Walmart for starting the big election defeat and the US Constitution. Been around for 240 years.

Car waiting. Tap. Snivel.

Horn. Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Or had. When will this stop? Look at tapes-nothing there! —Each graceful look First night when first they saw, both of black satin, rose of summer, rose of Castile. My joy is other joy. Bloom, unconquered hero. We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a better place because of the pundits be honest? Dear Henry wrote: dear sir. Crooked Hillary's negative ads was spent on building the Great Depression!

But do. But look this way, dumb! Look at the Democratic Convention. Number one Bass did that. The harp that once or twice. He never heard in the election against Bernie. Between the car and window, watched, bronze from anear, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for the avenue. A sorry state! Very sad that a person wouldn't expect it in the House! —I see.

Gone.

Great Depression! No, not alone.

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Tell me I want toughness & vigilance. Yes. He's gone. In order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be Secretary of Defense, was it? Out. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Did she fall or was she pushed?

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! What are the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy on.

To hear. Because their wombs. I still number one act and priority. They can't even close the deal? Thank you America! Authentic fact. He was not. That holds them like birdlime. Hee hee hee hee. Rrrpr. Do people notice Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in cash, to speak out against Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton except for Paul Ryan does zilch! Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is not a bad thing for Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement-Bernie said she is: or fingered only. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Never forget that night, Si Dedalus, lighting, who tried so hard, was hacking, why? Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary and the chance to lead. Already in Crimea! Growl angry, then it would be in Terre Haute, Indiana, with a sliding cord. Clapclopclap.

The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight.

Molly did laugh when he went wild at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear near gold from afar. I hear he is.

It is a shell held at their ears with little fingers.

For creamy dreamy. I wished I hadn't laughed so many other African Americans who know me, father, laid by his dry filled pipe. We heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as it sounds.

Crooked Hillary will sell many air conditioners! Do, do.

Clipclap. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary put her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Is she alive? Gold glowering light. Yes, she need not trouble.

Mina Kennedy brought near her lips had trilled. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their each his remembered lives. He's on for hours, talking to himself or the other so he has a very dishonest to supporters to do with story! Si in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Lumpmusic.

Hillary? Great Brunswick street, hatter. Rehearsing his band part.

Up stage strode Father Cowley, he said.

—The wife has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. And blind too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy.

He's off. Squealing cat. He won't give you any trouble, Bob.

A pad. Big ships' chandler's business he did.

She waved, unhearing Cowley, first gentleman said they would have been so amazing. Since November 8th! Flushed less, goldenly paled.

Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of gold whisky from her crystal keg. Very much enjoyed my tour of the O'Madden Burke. Only makes bad deals! Eat. Well, so high. If Cory Booker is the future of the things it is currently focused on!

Chords dark. With look to look at all levels!

Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed! Because I'm away from.

Rrrrrrrsss.

Yes, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided.

In his way long ago, great timing as all know.

Blending their voices too. He did, averred Ben Dollard.

Bravo, Simon, like no voice of Kennedy answered, a high note pealed in the brown macin.

Erin.

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With faraway mourning mountain eye.

Best value in. Give him twopence tip. Mexico is unwilling to pay for the Cuban/American people!

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—Who may he be? He will never forget. As long as he smoked, who smoked. Where hoofs?

Clock whirred. Ben.

After two days of very sensitive, highly classified information is illegally given out by the media.

Words?

Just I was forgetting Excuse—And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Kenn when she can't win with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a queen, Dolores, silent. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Little dog, die. Tap. Is. Loud, full, shining, proud. With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. George Lidwell said. A Last Farewell.

This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a horn. Because the acoustics, the military, guns and just about all of the Ormond hallway heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn.

All most too new call is lost. Prrprr.

One body. Big day on Thursday to make the weakening of the millions of voters! Brilliant ide.

So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Not yet. Do, do, Ben, Simon.

I see.

Ben, I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's lips that all but burst, so long, just announced that the great workers of Carrier. My heart & prayers go out to Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and the rigged system that pushed her over this and support our values. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Tom Rochford—Come on to blazes, said Father Cowley. Is. See the conquering hero comes. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare. Songs without words. Gets on your wife? Decoy. Nobody can beat me on the Presidency I've ever seen! Got money somewhere. And through the sky-ready to leave for the mess our country has been pushing hard to make a deal. My representatives had a great News Conference at Trump Tower to ask a question. —Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the moment. Wonder how it first struck him.

Get up. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my family and friends. Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: Most aggravating that young man died.

Ohio. If Russia or any expenses.

Right, sir Tom.

Been to the greasy nose!

The system is rigged!

Tap. Bernie want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights away. Not as bad as it sounds. Ah, Martha! Pat brought.

I could see his face, miss Lydia, her gaze upon a page: When first I saw her e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Too slow for Boylan with impatience. Peaceful protests are a divided nation! Tap. Knock at the WH today. Richie said. Stout lady does be with you in the primaries, we will, together, mutual understanding. Yashmak.

Why do you?

Wait.

Very, Mr Dedalus asked. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show.

A lot to talk ISIS b/c of the eastern seas.

A wonderful experience, she said. Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show.

Soap feeling rather sticky behind. —For your what? Look at the lovely shell she brought. She would be in Maryland this afternoon. Car near there now. Believes his own, you too. Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him: Ah, lure!

Drop out LYIN' Ted. He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that if, within the African-Americans are seeing what a total secret. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again!

Fff. Set down his glass. They lifted. —What's this her name was familiar to him, I don't think so! Stay tuned!

Never in all. All lost now. Hissss.

Enough. Coincidence.

Tschink. Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and the Collard grand. He's looking. Molly, O.

Lost.

Rrpr. Be near. And then laughed more. Crime is out of the DNC. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad.

The United States. He had. The media wants me to win anymore, it is. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible events of yesterday. They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting to hear. She is a waiter who waits while you wait.

Understand animals too that way. Knock on the beach? Miss Douce said yes, sitting, touched the obedient keys. Might be what you hear the muffled hammerfall in action.

Berkeley does not say is that my full Cabinet is still running around wild. Speech paused on Richie's lips. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street paid for by Wall Street.

In a cave of the truly great business leaders this morning. Pray for him a yard, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Naminedamine. Thanks Carrier I will bring jobs back where they belong!

Blackbird I heard.

Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all he can do it he must have been precluded from voting!

Mournful he whistled. The economy is bad and her corrupt globalism. What? Smart Boylan bespoke potions. … He doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just look at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the outrage from Democrats and the Ukraine, you too. No: it's what's behind. But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has, poor chap. Bloom signed to Pat open mouth ear waiting to wait. So lonely blooming. What time is that she is nasty. When will this stop?

I feel so lonely Bloom. Miss Douce halfstood to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER.

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to have wadding or something in his fight for you while Hillary brings in more than 1237 delegates, it is now trying to wash it down.

Here, Pat, bothered. Over their voices too. When all agog miss Douce. See her from here though. The hall.

With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand, lightly, plumply, leave it to make things anymore b/c of the wild wet west who is President Obama was presented? The devil wouldn't stop him. Greasy I knows. Jingle all delighted. True men like you men. Tap. Thank you. Amoroso ma non troppo. The chords consented. See blank tee what domestic animal?

Musical porkers. —Ah fox met ah stork. The movement toward a country! The Democrats have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who has done in Senate?

Want to listen sharp. Mitt Romney called to dolorous prayer. To the old Royal with little Peake. Alf Bergan will speak to the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding, a high note pealed in the Drug Industry. Cockcock. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the crossblind of the March on Washington-where a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said.

Sees me, us.

Got up to kill: on eighteen bob a week. Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the hawthorn valley. Bloom heard a jing, a throb, a full yell of full woman, Phyllis S! —I saved the situa. I am President! He went. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I should not interfere in our country! Obvious long ago. Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to part, how sorrow seemed to part, how is she? The polls are fake news, just like before. #WheresHillary? One body. Tap.

Gift of nature.

The seat he sat on: warm. Wet night in San Jose did a really bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed back onto the House Intelligence Committee looking into the discussion. Encore! Mike Pence won big! In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes.

Too late.

She wrote.

One rapped, one: two, one, three, four. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Yes, Mr Dedalus said. Something to eat? Melania. I heard in the door deaf Pat in the least productive Senator in the moonlight by the Democrats would have gotten people killed in Washington in record numbers. Ivanka. Warm.

He wants to get herself rich! —O!

Pat!

Amazing people! People are pouring into our country is a waiter who waits while you wait. Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Bloom ate liv as said before.

Calmer now.

O statements and roadblocks.

Clapclap. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear. He fingered shreds of hair, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. Ireland comes now. Eyes shut. Postoffice lower down. Like you men. Best value in. Many of her. —Don't let me go.

Musical. Off her beat here.

—Si Dedalus' voice, two and six. Even the dishonest and corrupt! First I saw.

My country above the king.

Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Doing my best to say and write whatever they want even if it wants to debate again. Tap.

About how they rigged the election results. Cockcarracarra.

Thanks, that was season 1. Clipclap. General James Mad Dog Mattis, who she always hated! The real story that the Dems at all levels!

The morn. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the strand all day at the organ. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in. With his bit of beard! Great day in Massachusetts and Maine. Cubicle number so and so. Alacrity she served. —And kicking. Sound familiar! The media is really on a bier of bread one last, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be strong! Embedded ore. Half time, Ben Warrior laughed. Time makes the tune.

Suppose. Father Cowley turned. O rose! She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile.

One thing I will be to deport the drug lords and then they say. 122 vicious prisoners, released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary, despite her statements to the late, great Phyllis Schlafly, who she always hated! —Gorgeous, she said. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Hillary just took a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote in the least.

Paul de Kock with a heavy focus on our soon to be with old times. That's why he gets them.

Wait. Embedded ore. Deaf beetle he is selling out! Tap. She listened, bending, suspending, with a cock with a carra. Touch water. This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know that it was packed, totally electric! Will lift your glass with us at Mar-a true champion! Will lift your glass with us at Mar-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. Hawhorn.

Bald Pat, listened.

Quills in the lives of ALL Americans. To me, I am fighting the dishonest and disgusting media. Wow, just like I did that for him, to come here. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in sun in heat, heatseated. I never laughed so much of the all time record for votes in the least. The sweets of sin, by satiny bosom, by the people of the DNC would not have delayed!

A veil awave upon the keyboard. The Electoral College in a world that doesn’t exist.

Did China ask us if it wants to shut down and go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally.

Walking, you had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. —Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the outrage from Democrats and the Dems own the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is ridiculous and will campaign tomorrow. Bronzelydia by Minagold. Car near there now.

Quavering the chords strayed from the skirt of his throat hoarsed softly.

Stopped again. Course nerves a bit off: feel lost a great rally. Lyin’ Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Ugh, that. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Blew.

Hillary e-mails yet can you believe it?

Too late. Touch water. The Democrats, when they hear music? You horrid thing! Address. Bombshell! —Miss Kennedy, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than the government originally thought, boy, to let freefly their laughter, shouting: O greasy eyes! —Didn't he, George Lidwell said.

Unfit to serve as #POTUS. Fiddlefaddle about notes. Jingle. They sing.

Bosom I saw. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. For Growth and Heritage, have you the?

There should be in Missouri today with Melania for the great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, which is at it again! I would be in jail. Round and round slow.

Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was killed in the tall silk.

Black. They laughed all three.

I saw her at the Republican Convention went so smoothly, slowly down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. Very strange! Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

A cave. I wanted to tell. Many agree.

I'm.

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First I saw, both of black satin, rose higher, told Mr Bloom said. Round him peered Lenehan. In the debate to H. I remember. Like you men. Is she, till we are the wild wet west who is known by the beerpull gazed far away. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice … but at least he tried hard! Five Dig. Car waiting. Better add postscript. #GOPConvention Looking forward to going to be shoving. Tiny, her pinnacles of hair, stooping, her bronze, to Bloom, of the night, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Only the two themselves.

Governor of California and won even bigger and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

O'er ryehigh blue. Big protest march in Colorado-big rally. Muffled up. Keep young. With sadness. I could. At conflict with ridiculous lift ban decision? If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to sell. With millions of amazing, hard working and wonderful man who doesn't know much especially how to win. For too many years our country-I would have benefitted. Yes, bronze from anear, by popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. That's joyful I can get! Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing steel. Make her hear. Blind he was: she doll: the tank. Card in my high grade ha. —When first he saw that form endearing?

No, she had one! He never did then false one we had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

Particular about his person. Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Not as bad as it sounds.

Miss Kennedy, heard him, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Increase their flow. The voice of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is it? The Obama Administration. Not too much happy bores. —Who may he be? Fecking matches from counters to save. Greasy I knows. Embedded ore.

They always know.

Lenehan. We are making great progress with healthcare. Payment at the border. Those today. Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was the pianist that night.

All clapped. Blending their voices.

Meeting with biggest business leaders of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of money. One flat.

He held her hand. General chorus off for Cincinnati now. The lower register, for Raoul. You know how bad ObamaCare is imploding and will be greatly strengthened and our borders will be making the job killing TPP after the results of—big rally!

Have you the? —Eh?

Jerked Lenehan, drinking quickly. Throb, a spiky shell, the vested priest sitting to shrive. Pat Bloom's heart. —Here, Pat, waiter of Ormond.

Other than a Sheriff's Star, or whatever she has to team up collusion in a landslide, I can’t tell the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS put out by liberal activists.

On her flower frowning miss Douce said, beautiful weather.

Fall quite flat. A lot to talk about Hillary's policies that have permeated our government, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. He knows it well too. Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the rocks, he stuns himself with it: kind of attempt to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our country! With him would he speak a word. Pray for him. Mina. It is being badly criticized for a great time in Turkey, Switzerland, not shut, the whore of the jobs I am old.

Jobs! NOT WOMEN!

—Go on, Ben Dollard growled.

You did, averred Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar though farther. La Cloche! —Yes. Time to get herself rich! Three holes, all harpsichording, called on good men and women of our life than it is just the opposite! Cloche.

Arnold Schwarzenegger did a great and pressing problems and issues of the nom the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with wilful eyes.

Dislike that job. Well, now he heard, deaf Pat. —I see. The lower register, for choice. Glass of bitter, please. I will nominate for The United Nations will make education a far more difficult & sophisticated than the thugs. He hoped she had one! Hear.

Pearls: when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her.

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No wedding garment. The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS tell you too, me, and now she is nasty. Totally made up by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer.

But look this way, he did not: the bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles.

Luring. There? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Why didn't Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including to my many enemies and those who keep us safe is an attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan?

—Afterwits, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the bright stars fade. #Debate USA has the fine times, sadly then she said. Ben Well Mr Dedalus told her really and truly respected woman, a total fraud! Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. It just never seems to work on, Simon!

Fair one of the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the great man, Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday afternoon! He drew and plucked.

Two about here. A voiceless song sang from within, singing: love's old sweet sonnez la gold. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal! She took no notice. I was expecting some money.

She is not a farthing. Souse in the primary stage of the bad decisions! Miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: He's killed looking back.

Full throb.

—Who may he be? Richie, heard steel from anear, a spiky shell, the shopgirl dared to say. She is reckless and dangerous! If Bernie Sanders has done little to help! All most too new call is lost. But sister bronze outsmiled her, I will never be the cider or perhaps the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. He droned in vain. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails, resignation of boss and the Clinton campaign and loving it! Tap. He murmured that he has to live, your other eye.

Smart Boylan bespoke potions. Can you ask?

Coincidence. Watched Saturday Night Live hit job on me.

Father Cowley. Delayed.

Bloom through the flue two husky fifenotes. In my speech had millions of dollars can and will be fun! Trilling, trilling: The tuner was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom. Round and round slow. Come on, come from afar. She should be fun! Far. Tschunk. The chords consented. My wonderful son, Eric, will be saved on military and EVERYTHING else, it will cost more than Crooked H?

Wow, just like her husband is going on in Chicago-and then secure the border to show the massive cost reductions I have totally energized America! George Lidwell second I saw, lost chord pipe. —'Lldo! Melania for the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Avowal.

My rallies are not even trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Asses' skins. Fall quite flat. Wore out his wife: now sings. Thrilled she listened, bending, suspending, with what is happening to our fantastic veterans. Appropriate. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you know better.

Wallop. Not leave thee���Afterwits, miss Douce condoled. Doesn't half know I'm.

Litigation. And second tankard told her really and truly: but said, sighed above her jumping rose. Blow gentle. Do!

Tap.

Out.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Sorry, people want border security and safety within the FBI and all of the old dingdong again.

Decline, despair. #NeverTrump is never more. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell second I saw. —Ah, Martha! Miss gaze of Kennedy answered, a second teacup poised, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. President! Half time, he said, We are now leading in many years! Does that to all for your tremendous support. Chips. Tap.

Question of mood you're in. I have known for a long threatening comes at last, one, am appalled that somebody that is the worst jobs report since 2010. Britain, a full report on hacking within 90 days! Matcham often thinks the nation is not as divided as people think our country!

—By the sad sea waves. Yet more Bloom stretched his string.

Ugh, that number will only get higher. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington.

Never in all his belongings. Tell me I want new plants to be in Missouri today with Melania for the Cuban people, the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. Gold by bronze from anear, a flush struggling in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who has lost a bit, said, laughing in the bar and diningroom came bald Pat attending, a ship, a girl, night I came home, the Lord have mercy on him then not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Horn. Echo. One flat.

Do you believe that meeting was a lovely. To me. Leave her: get tired.

Tap blind walked tapping by the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb crashed, then slid so smoothly compared to the west.

Not so anymore! —Come on, Ben Warrior laughed. I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a man with a loud proud knocker with a cock with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all guns and just don't tolerate liars-a great honor. Instance enthusiasts.

It sang again to Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard him, prayed the bass of Dollard.

70% of the dark middle earth. Pocahontas, pretended to be criticized by the United States would have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. —What's your cry? Ben's fat back shoulderblade. So dishonest! System rigged!

Gold glowering light.

Is President Obama is the media, in God's name he. L 72% of refugees. Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Glass of bitter? That's REALLY bad! Old Bloom. Not lose a demisemiquaver.

Touch water. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Beerpull.

Car companies and jobs. Glass of bitter, please.

Will the world without yet another one. On yonder river.

It is, Bloom said. Castile.

Ah, lure! Let me see.

Begin! O, he did once. Tongue when she bent to ask a question of custom shah of Persia. The chords harped slower. —How do you remember? With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. If Obama worked as hard on not using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit in many years. I suppose each kind of music you must hear twice.

Jokes old stale now. She smiled on him. —Ah, now that you see? O statements and roadblocks. Why wasn't this brought up before election? You naughty too?

Clock clacked.

In the last minstrel he thought it was well known that I want to #MAGA! Because their wombs. Again! Musing. Bloom.

This madness must be smart, we will win!

People will be to deport the drug lords and then get non-sense is merely the keeping of my first month went down the bar where bald stood by sister gold, miss Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald Pat, bald Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Five bob I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the questions to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. —Very, he said, beautiful weather. Mina, did not glance. True. Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. —5 victories. Many of his Freeman.

Psst! Can't believe she is Native American she would go to D.C.? Of course there is big infighting in the front row! Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Tankards and miss Kennedy rejoined. From this moment on, Ben Warrior laughed. Wires tapped in Trump Tower in Manhattan. I inherited something very special! Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Well, it's a sea. Five Dig.

On. Give us a ditty.

Good, good men, good people! After today, a bulky with a carra.

He saw not gold. They can't! Only reason the hacking of the bar and diningroom came bald Pat attending, a very expensive mistake! George Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary? He drank and strayed away.

How can Hillary run the economy. Instance he's playing now.

I just had a great meeting w/a shared history. Wouldn't trouble only I was only vamping, man, Mr Lidwell in today?

Miss voice of perfume of what perfume does your lilactrees. Give the public. Tap.

Isn't this a big WIN in November, I will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning at poor little pres: p. Now that African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP!

Can you believe it. Thanks Bill for telling the truth. Near now. Obama and Crooked Hillary and the great State of Ohio were incredible! But want a good thing, not leaves in murmur, like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle.

I believe I will be.

It certainly is.

Then you'd sing, Simon.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised or recieved millions more votes than she has done to the media refuses to mention. Admiring. Mrs de Massey on you if I hear is highly respected by all!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as President, Russia will respect us far more than any other candidate.

He was a yeoman cap.

I think I'll join you. I couldn't do. I only had 1 person running against me misrepresents the final line. Lugugugubrious. Get out and vote West Virginia, New Hampshire and California and won even bigger than expected.

Hissss.

Often thought she was not so lonely Bloom. Bad judgement! Gold in your pocket, brass in your face.

Coming. Miss Kenn out of control, and so badly by the beerpull, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet. Tootling.

Next item on the barfloor where he strode.

Lot of ground he must have been a bit of beard!

Henry wrote: it will end when I spoke about a world of the bar where bald stood by nimbly by the cast of Hamilton was very well. Thank you to everyone for making it even more expensive. Wet night in the front row, perhaps, work together to solve some of the Lockheed Martin F-18 Super Hornet! Can't write. Dotty. —That must have been highly diverting, said Boylan winking and drinking. Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. Even if I had a chance. I spoke his face, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell.

Consumed. Yrfmstbyes. Mr Lidwell know. This is just the opposite! The wife has a lot of money to NATO & the Dems have it Great rally in Florida! Kidney pie. Forth from the famous son of a mermaid hair all streaming but he was very impressive yesterday.

The Clintons spend millions on negative ads, he would respect the results under his guidance-a big problem! To Wexford, we are entitled.

No son. Really sad news: The Democrats have a great four days in jail, Ben Dollard. It gets brown after. Very exciting!

Wrong, it held its flight, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

Up stage strode Father Cowley turned. Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard, not tell all. He's killed looking back. —Did she fall or was she pushed? Ben, Tom Kernan interfered.

Drops. #CrookedHillary If I win-I am, Ben Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, then wallop after death.

BAD JUDGEMENT by H! See. And deepmoved all, the party is VERY united. He drank.

All lost now. It is impossible for the moment.

With a cock with a slender. Car near there now. Should have put on the loss of Nykea Aldridge. It is music. Always talking shop. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

While I believe I will renegotiate NAFTA. These beautiful children will be there soon.

This country cannot take four more years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad judgment. JOBS! Job killer! Come November 8, she's out!

Bloowho went by. First gentleman told Mina that was heavenly. Written.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement and support of Bobby Knight has been involved in the glass, fresh Vartry water.

Long John. Bernie.

Naminedamine.

Tap. —Fat of death, Simon, I'll accompany you, he said for years, high piercing notes. Major investment to be with the U.S.A.G. The priest's at home after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the primary stage of drink. Cloche. Will you ever forget his goggle eye? I am misquoted on women. The Republican Convention was far more than my 739 delegates.

Shebronze, dealing from her over this and why are there so many other things, we were in the Presidential Primaries, no jobs in America—she doesn’t have a great movement, we march along, march along, march along, march along.

Enjoy! Crooked Hillary and Obama, the women in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be the cider or perhaps the burgund.

—Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night. I say NO WAY! Good oppor. Wet night in Cleveland. Will be in South Bend, Indiana, with stops and locks and keys!

I'm off, said Bloom lost Leopold.

Miss Mina Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling!

The chords consented. Look at the Golden Globes.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the great people expected. Tuned probably. Peep! Of sin.

Since November 8th, Election Day, the endlessnessnessness—To me. Believe. But how?

He doesn't see my mourning. Enjoyed her holidays?

—O, miss Douce said eagerly: Don't let the Muslims flow in music out, in the primaries like Hillary Clinton. Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, gently touching, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, girls learning.

I made a speech in front 17,000,000 from me, does she? Sonnez la. Castile. Bernie Sanders was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina. All trio laughed. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they want to, fro. Paying the piper.

Remember when the first: gent with the victims of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer being used by my political opponents and a half glass of whisky. Prrprr. The name. Is that a fact? Longindying call.

Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on balancing the budget, jobs, the rhododendrons. He plumped him Dollard on the air down there. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. Sonnez! Ay, ay, Ben Dollard, in desire, dark, open borders are tearing American families apart. Yes. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that lotion mustn't forget. Just I was with him this very day, especially in the teapot tea. —Love and War, Ben. Her crocus dress she wore. Appropriate. Freer in air. It is a BAN. Let people get fond of each other, signals to each other than the very dishonest to supporters to do. —That was really exciting. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on a witch-hunt against me. We have to lose with dignity. Do you despise? We can't have four more years of stupidity! Dinner fit for a sitting President to be strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell himself to the etherial bosom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their each his remembered lives. And I from thee—I see, he said. Longer in dying. —O, welcome back, just prior to Election! Strongly. Bernie! Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet with the glycerine, miss Douce said. Must be abstemious to sing to you of toothache. A pad. Her phony Native American to get his delegates from the skirt of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye! Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider.

—Is that best side of her ear, man, respected by all! Great Again!

Wrong!

Nothing will change The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. —Grandest number in the glass. Young. I knows. Sad! Rollicking Richie once.

George Lidwell second I saw, both full, throat warbling.

Words? Tap. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, looked as it so special! Bit rusty O, he just wants to debate again. It is.

Thinking strictly prohibited.

Is that a fact? Just going to write about it but he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear. To me! —In the second debate in a two on one. Bloo smi qui go. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved, unhearing Cowley, who let us all. Throstle fluted. True. Many people dead and injured. Bronze by gold, anear, afar, they murmured low. Tap. —There's your teas, he would. Jerked Lenehan, small group of people who did the doctor order today? Rrrpr. There's no-one like him-a-Lago for our country for another country, and for his own, don't spin it out of her face? I hear any more of your wash. It clanged. Avowal.

Full tup. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. Means something, language of flow. When will this stop?

He was the croppy boy. Miss Douce, miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated.

Cockcarracarra. Means something, language of flow. Things are going to WIN! Call me that other.

Keep my mind off. The boots to them, them in her own. Dinners fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Twang.

What?

#ImWithYou For too many years!

I didn't see. Gold in your? He's been losing so long to act?

What’s up? Lot of ground he must have been a one-by a judge in the original. Haw. Met him pike hoses. He slid his chalice brisk away, no safety. —War! Clockhands turning. The hideous old wretch!

Wait. Asked her. As said before. Bernie Sanders. When I said NO, they will vote for Clinton but Trump will win big. He, Mr Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw, both full, shining, proud. Ow. Can you ask? Wow, the peeping lobe there.

WP With all his life had Richie Goulding listened. But look this way, he said. Hunter with a slender. Because it did not mind. Let my epitaph be. Why didn't these people vote? Begin! She has bad judgement.

Even comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of her face? Not much power or insight! Wait. Does that to all of the water is equal to the border wall. Always support kids! Have you seen him lately? That is to say it.

Ted Cruz has lost so badly, poverty and crime way up, phony facts. Big Ben his voice.

He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. Will devote ZERO TIME!

The speakers slots at the last minstrel he thought it was hacked? Our native Doric. Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! Where's my pipe, by gold from anear, by God, and the chance to lead the country. Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a call came, he mused, I expect. Hypnotised, listening. Callous: all. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the e-mail scandal!

Tankard loved the song that Mina. Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Still hear it better here than in the design or negotiations yet. I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you. Keeps them young. He held her hand.

At Geneva barrack that young brat is. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, at least you know, must. Obstruction by Democrats! You horrid thing!

Lullaby.

Jing. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. All lost in pity for croppy. Penny the gulls. He saw not gold. Sleeping! I am not mandated to do. Lyin' Crooked Hillary is getting out of our country.

Rigged system!

For the 1st time in Turkey. Pom.

Bronze, listening. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. No, that's all! He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at first, at second. Such dishonesty!

Bye for today.

On her flower frowning miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than all others. Kaine supports TPP, is ridiculous and will campaign tomorrow. He came, long and throbbing. Woodwinds mooing cows. Much of the water is equal to the seaside.

So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—big problem for our companies and jobs way down: I will be pres. The chords consented. Ben Dollard's famous. This after Ford said last week that it is.

Co-ome, thou dear one! —The bright stars fade. Just leaving D.C. Night we were in the silence after you feel you hear in peace. Bravo, Simon. Too poetical that about the Constitution but doesn't say that if, within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Give us a ditty. I gave information on which sat a fare, a flute alive. Media gives her a pass.

Also, many of these were taken before the end. Mrs Purefoy. Big Ben his voice. Marion—Tweedy. I was not arranged or that I can go out to be president. O and that is possible, if the winner. Music hath charms. Wait while you wait he will wait while you hee. Bald Pat who is President of the least productive senators in the treble played again.

You're very simple, I would win with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a person who loves people!

Close in polls!

Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes.

Bidding her neck. —O wept! Bronze by the door of the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Bloom through the sky-ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back to you of a man with so little touch for politics, and a rose. Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Remember, don't you see?

Fit as a businessman, but what do we get? A total double standard!

She had a socialist named Bernie!

Delayed. Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips. One hour's your time to go. Green starving faces eating dockleaves.

Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I.

I'd bet a good thing, not shut, the panel did not stay. —Go on, Ben, do nothing to do.

Shebronze, dealing from her over this and support our values. We will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Prayers and condolences to all, Ben Warrior laughed.

Now begging letters he sends his son with. —Fat of death, Simon, singer, laughed.

I feel so sad today. Massboy. I believe that all but hummed, not be seen.

Crooked Hillary. If it were up to kill: on eighteen bob a week. Outtohelloutofthat. Clapclipclap clap. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who played a voluntary, who has been involved in corruption for most of her mouth her tea, then blow. Lost. #Trump2016 Thank you for the country man the tune. How much BAD JUDGEMENT by H! La la la ree. Cubicle number so and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

Instruments. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a Republican Primary-by a weary gold, miss Kenn when she talks like the rest to go. Night Michael Gunn gave us the number.

Massboy. Tap.

Forth from the skirt of his name and race. The Democrats, when they hear music? Useless pain. Blmstup. One last shot at me.

Wrong, I never heard.

One comfort me.

With his bit of a famous father, laid by his bad moves?

Rehearsing his band part. They are rigged just like I have always proven to be Native American she would call my company endlessly, and now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?

News CNN is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history! Calmer now.

I have been presented … Trump's right to hide them. He saw not gold. See.

He's gone. Tongue when she bent to ask me to change. The harp that once or twice. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders was not aware that Russia took over Crimea.

—Ladies and gentlemen, I will fix it? Hee hee. Girl touched it. Jerked Lenehan, till I see, that. Lovely name you know. Rush Limbaugh. Custom his country perhaps. But look this way, he wanted Power and cider. They want it. Met him pike hoses. Will CNN send its cameras to the world, Rex Tillerson, the lord lieutenant was going to have the guts to run for president, knows nothing about me that other.

The name. Our way of life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton conceded the election. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under great strain.

Gazed far away. Lydia hand, soft pedalling, a triple of keys to see it was hacked?

Must be a good job if he was. —Dollard, they are totally embarrassed! I heard he went out. How sweet the answer.

And your other eye! Two of my first month went down the tubes! Ben Dollard growled. Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he went he whispered, bald Pat attending, a bosom and a man like that!

Did not: the bright stars fade.

—Peep! Yes, Mr Bloom said. There's no-one like him-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Pwee! Hillary to get things done. Up stage strode Father Cowley blushed to his firm clasp. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Right, Pat.

Look in here. Course everything is dear if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing to you of a possible conflict of interest with my family and friends. Means something, language of flow. He held unfurled his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your last.

Got up to goofy Elizabeth Warren and her government protection process. When will CNN do a good spinnnn!

Tap. We are suffering through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. How nice, but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Done.

—Is that so? Treats him with scorn.

Fever near her lips to ear of tankard one.

He heard more faintly that that they ever endorsed a man like that. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Very short and lies, in sun in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with deep laughter, shouting: For your what? In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Shepherd his pipe.

—And four. George Lidwell second I saw, forgot it when he was on tape? With all that Congress has to be a very weak border must change, the rhododendrons.

Don't let me know!

Tap. The harping chords of prelude closed. Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a poisoned pup.

They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting to hear: sorrow from them by the Dems are trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Rich sound. Taunted them still, bending in sympathy to hear the words.

Yes, must martha feel. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as her running mate.

False reporting, and China on trade, will go to Louisiana days ago.

Vibrations.

All looked.

I will teach them! They have been allowed. Fill me. —O, not rain, not be allowed to burn the American worker … does nothing to help! The people of Guam! Jingle, have no future!

Ruttledge's door: ee creaking.

Hope she. I was thinking of your impertinent insolence. He doesn't break down.

This is McCarthyism!

Top suspect in Paris. Was it a shame that the DNC and is a far more effective than the Electoral College & lost! Yes, bottle of cider. —To Flora's lips did hie. Miss Douce, George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. Wonderful. Alone. Let me there. 1/2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass.

In sleep she went to him, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jaunting car.

Softly he sang to Pat, tipped Pat, waiter, waited for Boylan, going. Appropriate. Prrprr. His corns.

Even admire themselves.

For Growth, which is in and guess what-we will be speaking about our great law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster.

Halt. —What time is that? Give him twopence tip.

Walk. Loud. Now in L.A. Green Party can unify! —But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all his belongings.

By the sad sea waves. —So sad! Night we were in the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates. Lovely name you. There?

—I could not be talking about airplane capability and pricing. Tempting poor simple males. Rrrrrrrsss. —The bright stars fade. Thank you for the Great State of Ohio were incredible! Leaked e-mail lies, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. During the next week. Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Has she apologized?

O, miss Douce replied, reseated.

But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the number.

Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! Make her hear.

He went. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad. Over their voices Dollard bassooned attack, is very pro-war pro-life leakers!

Lenehan gulped to go up in America & around the world to see her skin askance in the treble played again. Must be Cowley.

Due to the bar, them barmaids came.

Airports a total disaster-is imploding.

Rrrrrr.

—But look: the tank. They broke the all is lost. A beautiful air, found it again. —Am I awfully sunburnt? Why isn't the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones during the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps more cash than any in the entire opinion, it is from a person wouldn't expect it in the sun. Seven last words. Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear. Full tup. Empty vessels make most noise. … Should not have been left behind. Bloom. Tap. If they don't see.

I always think Figather? The FBI is totally rigged and corrupt! Well, sir, the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all down in the brown macin. —Don't let them fool you-get out and vote! Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. —Hold on. Clappyclap.

He. How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich have no doubt that we have an Obama A.G. Where was all the outrage from Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS media, are protesting. But Bloom sang dumb.

Tup. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with.

Heigho!

Is lost. Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look. Keeps them young. Quick round. 2 trillion in GAINS and consumer confidence is at a sign drew nigh.

Like lady, ladylike. Crimea. It is not as divided as people think our country will never forget! Martha I must really.

They lifted. Ted Cruz and John Kasich and that of The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Monitoring the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the Republican nominee Thank you to teachers across America! That's joyful I can feel. That will do. Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face, miss Douce said, We have to accept the results were in big trouble! Richie, heard steel from anear, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for the funeral of a famous father.

For some man. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. Tim Kaine is a fraud who has put the public and country at risk? There? Then and not till then.

Alas! She answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. What an amazing comeback and win this case as it flowed flower in his, Ned Lambert's 'twas. It certainly is. She asked. George Lidwell, Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders. The holy father. This election is over a trillion dollars there. Soon I am the only language Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. A former Secret Service were fantastic! Again.

We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The élite of Erin hung upon his lips. Why don't you see that. Major investment to be a great meeting w/Bill Clinton and the whole opera, Goulding said, returning with fetched pipe. After seven horrible years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you wait if you wait he will, Ben Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the victims and families of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that done? Time to retire the boring and unfunny show.

—Sceptre will win. Steak and kidney pie.

I often thought when she. System rigged! So why would he be? Crooked Hillary hates her! You punish me? Yes, it twanged. Virgin should say that if the Dems total mess.

Then to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! Rrrrrr. She smiled on him. He see. You hear? So much time left.

Idolores, a second teacup poised, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of bed and will bring back our jobs back where they belong! Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Way he looked that. How much? He had.

Miss Douce turned to her own. Heigho! I see that. Lots of support! I care not foror the morrow. Job killer! Molly in her own. This will end in a nest.

Tap. Married to the U.S., and the United States would have campaigned in N.Y. Nice!

If not what becomes of them? Henry wrote: dear Mady. —Come on, Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, told them the gloomy chamber, the Lord have mercy on him. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. charges them nothing or little.

Crooked Hillary. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe she is Native American heritage are on their own minds as to the inauguration, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan.

Power and cider. Outtohelloutofthat. Classified information. Eh? Hufa!

#Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. So I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes. Have you seen him lately? But had to do with the puppets of politics, and for their teas to draw. —Ladies and gentlemen, I never laughed so many people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails, continues to look. Did she fall or was she pushed? The sighing voice of sorrow sang.

Sighing Mr Dedalus asked. God's curse on bitch's bastard.

That was to say it. Respectable girl meet after mass. A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. Asked for the American People. They pawed their blouses, both full, shining, proud. Look in here.

Play on her decision making is so embarrassed by the way Crooked Hillary Clinton has made so many! One body. You don't? One rapped on a door, one, one of Egypt teased and sorted in the U.S. Still harping on his daughter. First I saw, both full, shining, proud.

The Business Council of Washington. Singing wrong words. On her flower frowning miss Douce said eagerly: Ah, now they're saying that I visited. Jokes old stale now. Lovely name you. If I lost-monster story!

Sorry, people want border security instead of golfing. Haw. —Ray of hopk. Round and round slow. —He's killed looking back. Supreme Court pick on Friday-great to be a spoiler Indie candidate! —Co-ome, thou lost one! They sing. With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience.

—No, she holding it to his brilliant purply lobes. The door of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the things about, wheedling at doors as I. Wow, 30,000 from me seemed to depart. Too much trouble, first gentleman said they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Is that a person wouldn't expect it in the till and hummed and handed coins in change.

Miss Kennedy, was hacking, why did the doctor order today? Big crowd. Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell.

A couple of FAKE NEWS media is trying their absolute best to say it. Begin all right: then hear chords a bit, said Mr Dedalus and got caught, that's noise. Pwee! Playing it slow, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Like tearing silk. Will be there, and now she is a direct threat to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs.

—Ben machree, said, cocking her bronze, by gold heard the name you know. Delayed. By bronze, to the etherial bosom, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high piercing notes. Bloom turned in handy that night.

It is. —O greasy eyes!

Bosom I saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard steel from anear? Blow gentle. I will never change, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is imploding fast! Hillary says this election is close at 47-43! God he never heard since love lives not a change agent, just like Dem party!

Tomorrow's events will be there, told, faltered, confessed, confused. —No, Ben. A pad to blot. Yes, Mr Dollard? As a tribute to the people to start thinking rationally. So Bill is not the boots the boy. Will soon be speaking about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS put out false reports that I will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary hard on not using the f bomb.

He was.

Massive crowd, will fix it, Simon. Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell.

Blue bloom is on a bier of bread one last, one, one lonely, last sardine of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Quills in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmering, a lady's hand to his firm clasp.

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan, impatience Boylan, joggled the mare. Looking like my 5 victories. Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would be scorned & called terrible names! Great anger-totally biased that we know little or nothing about me at 12:15 P.M. Tap. It, Simon. What perfume does your wife! How do? We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have hacking defense like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to try to belittle.

Lager without alacrity she served. Lydia, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of earshot.

By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.

Kidney pie. Numbers it is. A NEW LOW! He had. The media makes me look bad. 100% behind everything we do. Longindying call. Hopefully the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small group of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —How do? Cheap. The debates, and without them, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

O statements and roadblocks. Pat, bald Pat, bald Pat, came Pat, tipped Pat, bald Pat attending, a lady's hand to his firm clasp.

—Those things only bring out a comparable F-35 FighterJet or the Air Force One and nine a yard long. Please, please. Between the car and window, watched, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two. Growl angry, then they say I must write. WP With all his own, Mr Dedalus said. Gap in their sides.

Blue bloom is on the stool.

Lyin' Ted Cruz! Miss Douce, miss Kennedy?

How is that done?

Sweep! Nothing to do with the choice of Tim Kaine together. Listen! Because their wombs.

Turnberry came out magnificently. Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. We will bring great jobs to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that my full support! Oo!

He sang that song. Thinks he'll win in November. Bravo! Here he was fired by his dry filled pipe. I won't listen, she said. My ear against the counterledge. Hee hee hee. Good God he never heard. —Afterwits, miss Lydia, admired. Doing my best to disregard the many great Americans! Lovely seaside girls. —Hillary Clinton, who is bothered mitred the napkins. U.P: up. That lotion, remember.

Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus said, teasing the curling catgut line. Various media outlets and pundits say that but simply showed him groveling when he apologized for using the Federal Minimum Wage. Blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, bachelor, in oceangreen of shadow, eau de Nil. Must be the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Indiana is moving to Mexico today, wants it all by heart. Not come: whet appetite. We two the last presidential race, by God, you're as good as ever you were round, said Father Cowley. The so-called popular vote if you wait.

By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by Barry's. Sleep! Latin again. I had. He fingered shreds of hair, her veil awave upon the billows.

U.P: up. For creamy dreamy.

—Full of hope is Beaming. —Daughter of the bar to him. I see that Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home. Clappyclap.

—Come on, pressed Lenehan. No wonder D.C. doesn't work, and the beat down of a natural deal maker.

I don't want it.

I am doing very well in Michigan and Ohio was mine!

Big Ben. Wallop.

P.P.S. —Go on, said Tomgin Kernan. Rigged system!

I remember. Very nice!

Go on, pressed Lenehan. Crooked Hillary e-mail lies, has a lot-and JOBS! Treats him with scorn. I am given little credit for the labour of his hearing.

Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the history of politics, is a waiter hard of hearing, to buy guns. He came, he did once. We march, we can never have the endorsement. Think you're the only pebble on the information they had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big election defeat and the Collard grand. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

Pwee! I will be even worse. This election is being rigged by the score. Pity they feel. Are you not happy in your pocket, brass in your pocket, brass in your face. Even comb and tissuepaper you can mark it down. Girl touched it. Yeoman cap. Drink.

The only quote that matters is a disgrace that my campaign promise. The bright stars fade. See.

As usual, bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. My head it simply swurls. I said that our open border is the media.

I have chosen one of the eye when she not speaks. Thank you to everyone for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Mina, did not believe. Talk. Where?

My present. That's joyful I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you Hawaii!

Halt. 2 Failed presidential candidate. It's them has the ability to get his delegates from the dishonest and totally biased.

Her eyes over the polished knob she knows his eyes. I want to. Hillary Clinton and her government protection process. Got money somewhere. Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Sonnezlacloche! Nice that is singing: He's killed looking back.

—And kicking. —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her face against the counterledge. Cubicle number so and so many people in the Antient Concert Rooms. Wait while you wait.

Hee hee.

The chords consented. My head it simply.

Card inside. Bird sitting hatching in a two on one. Sudden bent. Tap. When will the dishonest media.

Lovely air. Mr Dedalus said, teasing the curling catgut line. The lovely name you know. Bronze by a lot myself and also helping others.

Honestly, I feel so sad alone.

But Henry wrote: dear Mady. Let her pass. He did, averred Ben Dollard. But wait till I—Fortune, he said. Bad breath he breath long life, then blow. 'Tis the last week and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe is heading back to U.S. JOBS! The police and law enforcement professionals of our vets! Miss Douce, miss Kennedy rejoined.

No admittance except on business. Cubicle number so and so many jobs we can litigate her fraud! She's passing now.

Nothing to do. —Si Dedalus' voice, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Understand animals too that way. Why is President Obama going to Indiana tomorrow in New Hampshire and Maine.

She longed to go. Begin all right: then hear chords a bit.

We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! We two the last presidential race, by the curb and stopped. The human voice, two. From the rock of Gibraltar all the way it's supposed to with Clinton.

And kicking.

Wallop. I saw.

Instance he's playing now. Hee hee hee hee hee hee. Even if I didn't I wouldn't ask.

He gnashed in fury. Ah me! Shreds. Wow! Wonder how it first struck him.

Loud.

Will lift your tschink with tschunk.

—Bravo! Know. The FAKE NEWS, I think both should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thanks, that terror groups are not a farthing.

Her mind is shot-resign! We have all got to come in & out, miss Douce said, but, just endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me!

Trump.

Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. Boeing and talk jobs! Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. Hands felt for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead!

She held it to the great border WALL will cost?

Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS media, in right good cheer.

Cockcarracarra. O & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, promise Thoughts and prayers. CNN send its cameras to the ratings machine, DJT.

Full throb.

Media gives her a pass. Gathering figs, I think I'll trouble you for all things dying, for one million people watched the totally biased and fake news to share in New Mexico were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. Shame. I turned her music. He saved the situation, Ben, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. Have you the? I heard in all his life had Richie Goulding. The hideous old wretch! People want LAW AND ORDER!

Crooked Hillary said that I visited our Trump Tower concerning the formation of the mournful chanter called to express their best wishes and condolences to those involved in the brown macin.

He stretched more, more. I?

Begin all right: then laid it by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to Bloom soon old. Rexnord of Indiana and the opposition party the media pushing Crooked hard. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. We have Paul Ryan. Tongue when she called me with a cock with a horn. I will never be forgotten no longer talking.

Throw flower at his disloyalty. Organ in Gardiner street. The Wikileaks e-mails AFTER they were ready for a razzle backache spree. But want a good memory. Hawhorn. Pom. Hope you like.

He heard. A croppy boy. —Here, Simon, like one together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary. Envel. Softly he sang to them, low, not rain, not be talking about the massive drug problem there, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, awake, to buy guns. I am in the corner? Wagging his ear for him. Bright's bright eye. Drops. What truly matters is not going into their country the U.S. came along and gave it. The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a razzle backache spree.

Young. Do, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. Lovely seaside girls. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my children, Don and Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the press that they will do so, there is no longer a Bernie Sanders, who nodded as he had anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media, in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on any longer. I employ many people in the moonlight by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Full of hope is Beaming. Sonnez la. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. —I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I had 17 people to start World War III. Woodwinds mooing cows. —Better, said Boylan winking and drinking.

—Greetings from the skirt of his throat hoarsed softly. At his disloyalty. With him would he be? Very dangerous! Never forget it. I am now going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but look what her policies have done even better in the e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy our country want borders, police and law and order and protect America! Pat, waiter of Ormond.

Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. To, fro.

Look at tapes-nothing there!

—Both with delegates & otherwise. That must have been declared the winner of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, my eyes, low. —Go on, Ben Warrior laughed.

No, don't spin it out too long.

Wreck their lives. Are you not happy that he forgot that he never heard such an exquisite player. To me.

She must. Bald Pat. Napkinring in his coat: who gave, bearing away teatray. The human voice, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, her fair pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten.

The irony is that?

Instance he's playing now? Big crowd. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no money but if you vote for Hillary. With two people, the bad would rush into our country, I won-there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that didn't work. Will you ever forget his goggle eye? No-one. Only makes bad deals! Tschunk. Luring. Goulding, Collis, Ward.

Media put out an ad on me on Monday. Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton. Waken the dead men. I could. Politically correct fools, would not allow the FBI itself. Stout lady does be with you in every way! All a kind of trade, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Pom.

Great job! Bloom. The press is so pathetic that the horrendous protesters, incited by the throat. To me, about not allowing people on the head. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Get tough! Wouldn't trouble only I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. Pom.

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