#dingdong night went on for too long

[nightgoodomens]

Shipping D/M is fine, cute even. It's disrespecting their partners that a lot of us draw the line at. Don't say that never happens either. I have seen it personally and have blocked more than one blog for it. Calling their relationships with their partners fake, or over, or nothing but baby trapping, or whatever else is beyond just cute fun shipping. It's actually hurtful and has led to things like Georgia being bullied off Twitter. That is taking things way too far.

Super long answer so I put it under read more, also if you’re not interested in these conversations then you can simply not click ‘read more’ and everybody wins.

You do realise that nobody is obliged to respect and love Georgia and Anna just because one is David’s wife and the other is Michael’s girlfriend?

There is this weird thing in this fandom that just because you’re Michael’s and/or David’s fan you must love and respect their partners and think their relationships are perfect. And that’s simply not true.

Georgia and Anna are separate people. I will judge them based on what they show and it would be healthy if others started to too, because while many are shocked that the ladies are not entitled to automatic respect and in extreme cases worship, I am surprised Georgia is called a Queen because she films David doing grocery shopping and Anna is called a Queen because she will post a picture of miserable as fuck Michael.

But you know what? It doesn’t bother me. They make people happy? This is what people think they deserve to be worshipped for? Cool. I might think it’s weird but I will let people be and I’d appreciate if they let me be for not thinking that the sun shines out of their asses. What I see from them make me not a fan of them but I hardly have any deeper feelings about the two of them, so I usually don’t talk about them.

People are allowed to theorise on celebs, their partners, and their relationships, based on what they see from public people who provide the material themselves. There are private couples out there who share nothing because they don’t want the public to theorise, but the people we talk about aren’t one of them.

There’s no terms and agreements that you are only allowed to squeak at what you see.

It goes both ways. If someone is allowed to comment positively, then someone else is allowed to comment negatively.

You are allowed to disagree with one and agree with another or form a completely different opinion.

The blogs that I read merely provide their thoughts on what they see. The shippers themselves discuss and sometimes even disagree with each other - politely. One thinks that. The other thinks something a bit different. Third one pops in with a completely different mindset. And that’s fine. They have a chat and that’s it. If it bothers anyone to see discussions about relationships then they can always block. But it looks like it only bothers when the discussions aren’t positive.

I block people being creepy about Crowley and Aziraphale and they’re fictional so I don’t blame anyone for blocking anyone else for whatever reason. It’s your space. Make it whatever you want it to be.

Now, Twitter is hell. It gave people the opportunity to talk with celebs. Some use it wisely. Some are slightly over the top, some are pure creeps, some are weird. If someone messages Georgia or Anna with their theory then they’re an idiot. That’s it.

I have never heard of Georgia being bullied off Twitter because of shippers so I can’t comment on that. The last time she was bullied off Twitter was because she searched her name on Twitter which she’s known for and then responded to a teenager who talked about her views (without tagging her) regarding the war. She decided to respond. People attacked. She decided to quit.

Now, I have two opinions on that - One, I think what happens on Twitter is insane. There is a reason why anybody with bigger following is refusing to post any opinions now because no matter what opinion they will give, it won’t satisfy everyone, and a mob of hate will follow. Two - barely a few months prior Georgia saw exactly what happened to Michael for sharing his opinion when he was actually asked for it, so I am not sure why she thought that fishing for trouble herself was a good idea. I guess she thought she’s above the treatment that Michael received which is interesting. Or she simply didn’t think. But considering she was posting photoshoots of herself moments later on Instagram fishing for compliments from fans… She survived the realisation that not all fans will always worship her.

Also - just a final point. It really isn’t evil or stupid to theorise and I’d urge people to have a bit of a read about PR relationships because it’s nothing new. Generally have a read about PR and you will understand why believing everything that you see on social media is simply foolish. Use common sense, trust your gut, question yourself and your views. There is a reason why celebrities have PR. There is a reason why there are contracts involved. If a bunch of people say something stinks here and they’re noticing patterns of PR/fake relationships/unhappy relationships etc… maybe have a read instead of having a meltdown about how dare they suggest this relationship isn’t an utmost perfection.

It’s good for your own development; learning behaviours and patterns to make it easier for yourself to spot people fooling you in personal relationships and in business relationships. Learn the signs of bullshit and toxicity, you will be surprised how much easier they can make your life and have you avoid shit. Be critical and use common sense. If something doesn’t click, there is a reason for it.

You see on social media how your friend bullshits people because they post a picture of the best boyfriend in the world while you know they are fighting three bloody times a day. You think celebs are truthful on social media?

Anyway this has gotten long - my point is: People are allowed to theorise but they’re stupid if they directly message the person about it.

#dingdong night went on for too long #oh well #hugs and kisses mwah mwah #NightGoodOmens answers #I had a tag for such posts so you can block them and I forgot fuuuuuck #Michael and David answers #was that it #I don’t knowwwww

[jonahlovescoffee]

“sleep tight, darling” | J.M.

a/n: i swear i don’t write smut on purpose :/ blame @slytherinked for always giving me smutty prompts ToT anyways happy reading <3 (and yes this is also slightly inspired by the inn scene in acomaf)

summary: jonah has a special way of putting his insomniac girlfriend to sleep.

warnings: smut again without coitus bc dingdongs are scary to write-

word count: 1970

It was once again one of those nights where you couldn’t sleep for no reason whatsoever. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired, as a matter of fact, you had a long day and were incredibly exhausted yet the moment your head hit the pillow, every ounce of tiredness magically disappeared like it was never there in the first place. So there you laid on the bed staring at the ceiling mindlessly at the dead of night whereas Jonah was already sound asleep beside you, completely unaware of you struggling to sleep.

After a while, you heaved a sigh, before sliding out of his arms and sitting up on the edge of the bed, keeping your movements as light and slow as possible in order to not wake him up. You planned to head downstairs to make some tea for yourself but before you could go anywhere, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned around to find him already half-awake, gaze hooded as he looked up at you.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice still groggy from just waking up.

You nodded. “Yeah. I was just about to make some tea—”

“No, you don't have to. I have a better idea,” he interrupted, making you confused. You suffering from insomnia at night was considered a rare occurrence but it happened frequently enough for Jonah to find and learn the most effective method to solve your problem.

“And what is your idea, exactly?” You asked curiously, extremely doubtful about his statement since nothing you tried had worked. A lazy devilish grin formed on his face and you gulped nervously for he only wore that expression when he had a mischievous plan in mind.

“I’ll tell you but first, I want you back here next to me,” he said and with an eye roll that he probably couldn’t see because of the dark, you laid back down on the bed, sliding under the covers. His arms immediately snaked under and over you and he placed a hand flat on the bare skin of your stomach under his jumper that you wore to tug you closer against the hard warmth of him while the other banded tightly around your chest, pressing his front into you.

“Better,” he sighed, inhaling the faded sweet scent of the shampoo you always used. He made no further elaboration afterwards so you spoke, breaking the brief silence.

“Now may I know about your idea?” You were impatient. You desperately needed sleep and this wasn’t the right time to be fooling around.

“Remember the last time this happened?” His fingers that were splayed out on your stomach started to make idle strokes, goosebumps blooming wherever his calloused fingers touched. Your breathing hitched, not only because of the wonderful sensation of his cold fingers tracing your skin, but also because of the memory of a similar night months ago when you couldn’t sleep while he’s away.

Your cheeks heated and no words escaped your mouth, which was how he knew that you indeed remembered every detail of that lonely night, including the shameful part where you heeded to his suggestion and let your hands roam your body — a poor substitute for his larger ones that usually were the ones that did the job every night when he’s with you — as you followed the instructions that he gave through the phone until you were screaming his name as released barrelled into you, followed by immense exhaustion that managed to make you finally sleep not long afterwards.

“But this time,” his breath caressed the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his hand around your chest travelled southward, down the slope of your breasts before diving clean under your jumper and sliding back up to the same spot, teasingly brushing a knuckle against your breast. You could already feel your breasts tightening, becoming full and heavy, aching like what was now pooling at your core.

“This time I’m gonna do it for you,” he squeezed one of your breasts in his palm for emphasis, earning a shocked gasp from you. Under his grasp, your nipple hardened as he began to toy with your skin, massaging it as he pressed soft, sensual kisses on your exposed neck. “Is that okay, baby?” He grazed his nose against the exposed bit of neck that you arched habitually for him.

“Uh huh,” you were instantly liquid under him, his every touch setting your skin on fire.

“Thought so,” his teeth scraped your neck in a lazy caress as he took your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his digits languidly with no sense of urgency. “Love this so, so much.”

His other hand, however, headed toward the low band of your pants and the building ache beneath it. The second his fingers came into contact with your clothed core between your thighs had your mouth falling open in a silent moan. “And this?” He ran a finger along your slit and let out a satisfied hum when he found your panties utterly soaked with your arousal. “Love this even more. So nice and wet for me,” he cooed, pushing your panties down so he had full access to your cunt.

You whimpered when his fingers went to the place where you wanted them most, ghosting over your lower lips, gathering your juices and bringing them up to swirl around your swollen clit that was constantly throbbing at the eager paced touches to the point where you were biting lightly on your bottom lip and grinding slightly back onto his hand. The movement caused your backside to brush against the front of his sweatpants, to find him already as hard as granite behind you.

“Keep still,” he hissed and he exerted more pressure on your clit for emphasis as his grip around you tightened to stop you from rocking your hips against him. You moaned at the sensation and the words that followed. “Or you’ll be up all night long.”

“I wouldn’t mind that one bit,” you replied cheekily, twisting your head so that you were facing him. He laughed, a deep sound that reverberated through his chest. He leaned in to put his lips on yours and you nearly whined when he pulled away before you could savor the kiss.

“I know you wouldn’t, baby, but I would,” he moved his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at the smooth skin, until your cheeky smile faded and you were mewling his name softly, wrapping an arm around his neck habitually to keep him close. “Now allow me to make you sleep, okay?”

You nodded and the pace of his fingers increased a little as he sank his teeth into your sweet spot with just enough force for it to leave a bite mark, the perfect combination to turn you into a moaning mess in his arms. After deciding that he had already given enough attention to your neck, his lips made their way to your ear, leaving a trail of soft kisses as it went, making your skin tingle at the sweet sensation.

“Good girl,” he praised darkly, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, before sliding a finger into you, the extreme slickness making it incredibly easy for him to do so. You gasped at the sudden intrusion while he groaned at the intoxicating feeling of your pussy gripping his finger ever so tightly and he hadn’t even added the second one yet. “So good for me.”

Starting slowly, he plunged his finger in and out of you at a relaxed pace to stretch you out until you became comfortable before he started to speed up. He continued thumbing your clit through it all, circling it expertly in just the right way he knew would make you see stars.

And just like that, the sounds you were making got so much louder that he had no choice but to capture your lips with his in a heated kiss to drown out your moans that would probably wake his roommates. Your mouth moved in perfect sync as his and before you knew it his tongue was in your mouth, exploring every single part of your wet cavern.

Yet all of this pleasure Jonah had given wasn’t enough. You wanted more.

In other words, you wanted him to forget fingering and fuck you senseless with his considerable length.

“Want you inside me now,” you whined, breaking the kiss.

He grinned and gave an apologetic kiss, this time on the tip of your nose. “I’m sorry, princess, no means no.”

Jonah did, however, slid another finger into you and massaged your velveteen walls, wiping away the frown on your face and enjoying the way you rolled your hips, trying to bury the two fingers further inside of you. “See? This isn’t too bad either, isn’t it?” He pulled his hand back, twirling your clit with his thumb, before he slid back in enjoying the wet squelch of your juices against his fingers.

“Feels so much better than your own fingers, hmm?” He said as he plunged his fingers into you with more vigor, hitting hard and deep and changing his angle so that each time his fingers disappeared inside you, the palm of his hand kissed your clit. Your pleasurable moans were the perfect answer he was searching for.

He simply adored the sight of you writhing in his arms and the sounds of your blissful moans made the pain in his sweatpants nearly unbearable as his member pushed against the soft material, wanting to break free. He tried to cling onto the last bit of self-control that he had but you weren’t making the task any easier.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted breathlessly as you neared your peak with your head thrown back into the crook of his neck and your eyes screwed shut as you focused on the overwhelming pleasure. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to give into your request of wanting his member.

Suddenly he felt your walls clenching tighter around his fingers.

“Almost there?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I...Jonah,” you breathed shakily when he curled his fingers and started doing patting motions inside you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he coaxed in a gentle tone.

Almost immediately, you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, panting and your legs trembling with release while Jonah praised you softly and gave you featherlight kisses, fingers proceeding to move in and out of you slowly to help you ride out your high. “Feels good baby?”

You turned around so your entire body was facing him and gave him a tired smile. “So much better than just ‘good’.”

His eyes held yours, gaze completely innocent as he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth to suck on the taste of you. “Same can be said about your cum.”

You were going to eat him alive.

You rolled on top of him to pin him down on the bed but before you could do anything else, he grabbed your wrist. “Tomorrow,” he brought your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “I’ll let you have it your way tomorrow, I promise,” he wrapped his arms around your waist before placing you back down on the bed beside him.

“But your…” you gestured towards the bulge in his pants.

“Which is why you should sleep now so that you’ll have enough energy to make up to me in the morning.”

“Now, sleep tight, darling,” Jonah pressed his lips onto your head when you yawned, giving you a light peck. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

“I’ll only let you bite me, my love,” you replied and his soft chuckle was the last thing you heard before you drifted into a peaceful slumber.

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[sami-at-ciela]

Prompt 3: Scale

Or: “I was chomping at the bit to write about feeding the Exarch, but then these two dingdongs decided to get serious with each other.”

So much for slow burn. =3= 

Shadowbringers timeline spoilers, probably.

Rhea wasn’t expecting a knock at the door of her suite in the Pendants at this time of night (yes! Night! Finally! Glorious night! Even if she ended up being a weird aether sponge to make it happen). She looked up and scanned carefully to see if the former (?) Warrior of Darkness was making an appearance, but…

Right. Ardbert couldn’t knock even if he wanted to. Poor soul.

“Who is it?” she asked even as she headed to check the peephole in the door.

“Rhea, it’s me,” said the Exarch from the other side.

“What do you want?” Rhea said, partly because she knew better than not to ask and partly by accident.

“I need to discuss something with you in private,” he replied, sounding ever so slightly tense.

“So? I’ll come to the Ocular first thing in the morning,” Rhea grumbled back.

“Rhea, please, this is important-” A disgruntled huff came from the other side of the door. “I’ll admit that it’s not that important, and perhaps we could discuss it in the Ocular for the sake of privacy, but it wouldn’t be the most comfortable place for me to do it. Does that satisfy you?”

Rhea tilted her head at an angle that made her egg earrings bob from her Viera ears, equal parts confused and intrigued. “People are going to talk about this, you know. ‘Did you hear? The Crystal Exarch was knocking on a woman’s door last night! And then she let him in! So scandalous-’”

“Rhea, please!” the Exarch half-whined before regaining his composure. “A yes or no will do.”

“Fine. Come in,” Rhea muttered, opening the door to let her favorite pain in the rear into her room. He entered, and when he hesitated, she added, “Do you want to take your hood off?”

The Exarch sighed. “Might as well, since you ruined my cover earlier. Thank the Twelve no one else saw.” Once the door was shut behind him, he revealed himself.

“So, what’s so important that you had to barge in right before I went to bed?” Rhea asked, taking a seat on her bed.. “I’d really appreciate getting to remove my brassiere at some point. Men just don’t get that-” A beat passed, and her face scrunched up. “Please tell me that’s not what you came here for.”

“N-no, of course not, I wouldn’t dare!” the Exarch sputtered, holding his hands up. He released the gesture, and a quiet mutter escaped his lips: “I’ve already been pressed to your bosom at least twice already.”

Rhea caught the mutter and straight-up cackled, causing the Exarch to jump. “You want another go? C’mon, sit on Momma Rhea’s lap, tell her what’s going on.”

“Rhea, please!” the Exarch full-whined this time, drawing out the syllables in distress. “I assure you, none of that is what I came for. Rather, I… need you to see something. On me.”

“Oh? You want to give me a show instead?” Rhea’s tone became less mocking, partly because she wouldn’t mind at all and partly because she wanted to know what his angle was.

The Exarch grumbled, growing frustrated with all the teasing. “Perhaps this will all make sense if I preface this with the following: please stop sending food back to the Ocular. Alphinaud doesn’t finish his, Alisaie eats like a bird, and then Alisaie in particular thrusts her leftovers at me.”

The mention of the food and Alisaie’s specific insistence on giving her leftovers to the Exarch made Rhea burst out laughing all over again. “Oh, yeah! I told Alisaie to keep an eye on you and make sure you were eating and taking care of yourself while I wasn’t there to nag you about it, because I got the impression that you don’t take care of yourself.”

“What?! What do you even mean by that?” The Exarch’s ears flattened in consternation.

“You work hard and often. Maybe too often. I’ve barely seen you rest since I got here,” Rhea said. “So I’m making sure you’re properly fueled and rested, whether it’s by nagging you, or having Alisaie do so.” The Exarch seemed to pout, folding his arms, only for Rhea to coo at him, “Aww, you made that pouty face back in the Source too!”

“I appreciate the concern,” he growled. “But now I have a concern.” He unfolded his arms, giving Rhea a view of his robes. “Does my robe appear to be hanging… differently to you?”

Rhea squinted. “Are you seriously asking me if your dress makes you look fat?” A surprisingly pointed look jolted her out of teasing mode. “Whoa, geez! For the record, no, I don’t see anything different. You look like the same cryptic stranger you’ve been this whole time.” She had a feeling that his ears could steam, they would.

The Exarch raised his crystal hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve tension. “You’re right. It’s probably too hard to see anything with this on.” He then promptly began disrobing, causing Rhea’s mouth to hang open. When all was done and his robe hit the floor, he put his hands on his hips and looked her dead in the eyes. “How about now?”

Rhea stared as she scanned him over. She remembered how he looked when they’d met in the Source (perhaps from looking at him a bit too often), and even if he’d supposedly gained weight, she still thought he looked thinner. Drawing her attention more, however, was the spread of crystal inclusions across his body. There was, of course, the large area ensconcing his shoulder, neck, and right arm, but there were smaller streaks along his sides, almost giving the illusion of stripes. Mysteriously, his legs were free from crystal, and they were perfectly good, muscular legs that almost made Rhea think about what part of him she wanted to touch first. “Come here,” she said, after mouthing the words silently once.

He tilted his head, then approached, his lips pursed.

Rhea raised her hand, hesitating before resting it on his chest and stroking downward to his stomach, an area mostly free of crystal. He shuddered, and she pulled her hand away. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

“No, no, that’s nothing,” the Exarch murmured. “It… feels nice.”

“Is that so?” Tilting her head, Rhea rested her hand on his stomach once more, then traced over to his side, at which point he jolted again. “Ticklish?”

“Maybe a little.” A thin smile spread across his lips. “Forgive me. Sometimes… the skin that still feels longs for a touch that is not fabric.”

“Honey, you’re fine,” Rhea said, “honey” slipping out of her mouth somewhat by accident. “You’re still a man. No, you’re still a person. I can only imagine how lonely you’ve been. It makes sense that you, not your skin, want a little intimacy now and then.”

“Ah… I suppose you’re right,” he said, lowering his head. “I promise that isn’t why I came here. I wouldn’t dare abuse your trust for something like that. So…” He swallowed nervously. “Do I look fatter to you?”

“Not at all.” Rhea shook her head. “Obviously I don’t know where you were at when I got here, but you look fine, okay? Maybe even like you could use a few more loaves of the mushbread or whatever that was.”

“Never again,” the Exarch blurted out. If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now, looking off to the side as the pink in his cheeks highlighted the blue of the crystal on his face. “Very well… thank you, Rhea. I couldn’t ask anyone else to do this.”

“Wait. Don’t go anywhere.” A small but tender smile spread across Rhea’s lips. “I… wouldn’t mind if you got comfortable here for a while.”

“Ah- really?” His breath caught in his throat.

“I’m not going to force you into it. I’m just giving you an option.” Rhea watched the Exarch carefully. “If it makes you too anxious, don’t do it.”

“I… the truth is…” He sucked in a deep breath and released it. “I would like to. I would very much like to, but I feel as though I’m breaking the rules of our engagement, or… something to that effect.”

“G’raha, I offered,” Rhea said, and she thought he twitched at the mention of his old name. “In fact, let me make it clearer for you: I would be happy if you made yourself comfortable, even if you crawled in bed with me, even if you asked me to rub your head and make you feel good. How’s that?”

The Exarch swallowed nervously once more. “That’s more detailed than you originally specified, but I’m not complaining. Would you do those things for me?”

Rhea scooted over and patted the spot next to her. “Just get over here. Want me to tuck you in?”

“N-no, that’s fine,” he muttered as he slid under the covers and turned onto his back, looking up at Rhea expectantly, almost pleading.

“There you go.” Rhea went under the covers next to the Exarch, drawing him close and positioning herself to rub his head. With gentle motions she stroked through his hair, periodically massaging his scalp or scratching behind an ear. A soft hum not unlike purring escaped him, and the pleasant sound nearly lulled her into drowsiness until a whimper broke it. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong,” the Exarch murmured. “I haven’t felt like this in so long… warm, cared for, connected, secure. It’s…” He sniffed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d end up quite so emotional.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Rhea stared at the Exarch, and he looked so vulnerable in that moment that she felt compelled to act. She put both arms around him and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. “I want you to feel cared for.”

“I…” He turned over onto his side, his face tense from what Rhea guessed was trying to hold back tears. “Forgive me for being selfish. If you can’t do this for me, I understand… but I would like more. A proper kiss, like the one you gave me now, but on my lips.”

A brief silence passed as Rhea mulled the request over. As much as she loved to tease the Exarch and bully him about the stupid things he’d done to her and her friends, she found herself concerned and wanting to care for him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to punch him for soul-napping my friends, do what he wanted, and get out. Why is he so easy to forgive?

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, lingering for a precious few seconds before parting. Her hand rose to his chest, where she felt the pleasant yet quickening beats of his heart.

“Please, allow me one more indulgence, just for the sake of saying it- take it how you will…” The Exarch’s voice went low. “I love you.”

Rhea stared at him, the words zapping her like a sharp, potent spell. She felt she had mere seconds to put her feelings in order. Could she say she loved him back? Did she love him at all? What were her real motives for caring for him?

Then again, what need was there to say anything when she could let her actions speak for her?

She lowered herself to kiss him once more, adjusting herself so that she could be over him without pressing her weight on him.

The Exarch had closed his eyes at that moment. He slowly opened them, looked into the eyes of the wonderful woman above him, and smiled. A beat passed. “You know, this position is kind of…”

“Hmm?” It took Rhea a moment to realize that she was in a rather compromising position. “Oh.” Another beat passed. “Do you want to…?”

There was a lengthier pause as the Exarch thought the implications over. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Only if you want to.”

“I don’t know,” he repeated.

“Maybe not now, then.” Rhea repositioned herself so she was back at his side. “It’s okay.”

The Exarch exhaled through his nose, reaching to hold Rhea’s hand in his, making sure he used the flesh one and not the crystal one. “I am happy,” he murmured.

Rhea gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m glad.”

A few quiet minutes passed, and Rhea used her free hand to stroke the Exarch’s head once more. Suddenly, he chuckled. “How did we get here? I was just coming in to ask you a personal question…”

Smiling, she gave his hair a ruffle. “I don’t think that’s important.” She paused, then added, “Look, one of these days, if we have a moment between all this crap, we’re going to have a proper date. I’m going to get some amazing chocolate, and I’m going to spoil you rotten with as many treats as you’d like.”

“So much for me being worried about tipping the scales!” He leaned back into her touch. “But I think I can handle a little pampering.”

“Please. One night of wining and dining won’t turn you into those Miqo- those Mystel from Eulmore. I think you’ll like it.” Dulia-Chai is kind of cute in her own way though, Rhea mused as she mentally prepared a shopping list for the date.

“I’ll look forward to it,” the Exarch said before glancing towards the door. “I… should probably leave when no one is around to see me do so.”

“I’m sure they’ve got security out here, not to mention the person at the front desk. I think we’re busted no matter what,” Rhea said. “Might as well stay the night, if you would like to?”

“I would like to,” the Exarch said with a nod. “You ought to get comfortable as well. And…” A smirk crossed his face. “I promise I won’t look when you remove your brassiere.”

It took Rhea a moment to remember where that came from, and she broke out into giggles. “That’s up to you, hon, though I don’t think you’ll be able to see me in the washroom from here.” She got out of bed, went to the wardrobe to pull out some pajamas, and turned around to flash the Exarch a wink. “Don’t make any trouble while I’m gone!”

“I’ll behave myself,” he replied with a grin.

As Rhea prepared for sleep with an unexpected companion, she tried to sift through her emotions and determine how she truly felt about tonight’s episode. She could not bring herself to admit that she loved him in any way, which concerned her. Still, she had decided firmly on one course of action.

I will hold him close, keep him safe, and give him all the care he could ever want.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #crystal exarch #WoLRhea

[harmonie-writes]

Spells and Quirks Introduction

BNHA x Harry Potter crossover - Midoriya x witch reader

AN: I know floo powder only works on wizarding homes but shhh it’s fine. Let me be happy and have traveling be convenient for you! 

This might be long so this might have to be broken into parts (:

Key: (y/h) = your house, (y/p) = your patronus, (y/h/c) = your house color, (y/h/e) = your house emblem

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In the world today, witches and wizards presence is still supposed to be kept a secret from muggles (even if quirks can be magical). However, this hasn’t stopped a young witch from keeping her childhood friend in the dark about where she left to when the school year started. Re-dipping the quill into the ink bottle she finished scratching the letter onto parchment that would soon be sent. Anytime she planned on visiting she would write it down so that her friend, Uraraka could prep and hopefully get people out of the dorms living room. 

Rolling up the parchment you walked towards your snowy owl who was sitting by your dormitory window. Sliding the parchment into the tube you opened the window and off your owl went. Casting a glance toward your friend Hermione who was helping you pack your trunk for the holidays. You weren’t going to be spending the holidays at Hogwarts with Hermione or the Boys this year like you did the last. 

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In the UA dorms Uraraka was in the common room with the others when she saw a flash of white go past the window. A grin reaching her ears, she quickly excused herself before bolting from the room and upstairs to her dorm room. Her classmates shared a confused stare at the odd behavior, but turned back to the movie they were watching. 

Uraraka squealed at the sight of seeing the familiar snowy owl perched on her window ledge. Giddily she slid the pane up to let in the feathered friend and pulled out the parchment. After reading about how you were doing and some of the antics that happened with your Hogwarts friends you told her how you were going to be visiting her in a couple days of receiving the letter, and wanted to meet her friends that she hangs out with. Both excited and panicked because she can’t call you she fretted on how to get people out of the living room so your appearance wouldn’t be as startling. Shrugging it off Uraraka decided she would cross that bridge when it came time.

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You grabbed the portrait of the four of you goofing off on the quad and put it in your messenger bag. “Reducio,” you breathed while pointing your wand at your broomstick, once it shrunk in size you put it in your trunk and your wand back in your boot. Ron and Harry were waiting in the common room to see you off and Hermione was going to help bring your stuff down and say goodbye with the rest of them. Ron initiating the group hug you were squashed in the middle smiling all the while of seeing them in a few days. Pulling out the floo powder you all pulled away from the hug. You happened to still be dressed in your house uniform and black robe instead of changing into more casual clothes but you really didn’t feel like changing, you were too excited to see Uraraka again. Throwing a handful of the green powder into the fireplace you stepped in with your luggage. “UA class 1-A dorms,” you spoke clearly and closed your eyes. 

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Uraraka felt like she had been on pins and needles waiting the last few days while also trying to hide the fact that an owl was currently living in her room. In reality she is just so excited to see you again since it has been at least a year since you have been able to see each other. Luckily for her the majority of her classmates decided to go out for the evening since it was a Friday night. The only people left were Midoriya and Iida who wanted to know why they haven’t been allowed in her room, but while all of her free time has been spent in the common room. Lets be real, they have noticed the frequent glance Uraraka would make toward the fire place and wanted to get to the bottom of it. 

“Uraraka are you okay? You have been acting a little.. um well off?” Midoriya gave a her a worried look. Iida took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, “We are worried about your well being as well as why you have been stuck in this room for the last couple days.” “Guys, I’m fine really!” She rapidly shook her head and hands at the same time trying to ease their nerves. 

Honestly, you have the worst timing but also the flashiest of entrances is what Uraraka has learned from being your friend in the past. The fire place, mind you, hasn’t been lit so when it crackled to life Uraraka face palmed while Midoriya and Iida jumped off the couch holding each other. Once composed they faced the fire place while Uraraka jumped up to stand a few feet from it. Eyes the size of the moon the boys watched while Uraraka jumped up and down clapping her hands. The fire itself turned green and the fire places started to grow in size. “Do you guys remember that one friend I always talk about?” Uraraka asked not turning around her gaze still locked on the fire place in anticipation. “Um..they aren’t a villain are they? Everyone knows that Disney characters surrounded in green are evil...” Midoriya muttered while getting somewhat ready to fight just in case. “No, you dingdong! She isn’t a Disney villain this is just how it works, but besides that I would like you guys to finally meet her since she will be here right...about.. now!” Uraraka cheered as your figure appeared in the fire. 

Being the silly witch that you are you somersaulted out of the fire place and stood with your hands straight up “Tada!” you flung yourself on to your friend who reciprocated with just as much energy. Midoriya and Iida’s jaws were on the floor at witnessing someone step out of fire. They assumed it was a fire quirk they have no idea it’s magic, at least not yet. “Iida, Midoriya I would like you to meet (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Iida Tenya and Midoriya Izuku,” Uraraka introduced the three of you like a proud mother would. 

Releasing from the hug you stuck your hand out, “Hi I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Uraraka!” Both the cinnamon rolls snapped from their dazes to greet you.  “Do you have a fire based quirk that gives you the means to travel?” Midoriya magically pulled out his hero notebook and was frantically scribbling down information while glancing at you to sketch and image. “Wha- No, no. It’s a um a little more complicated than that...” You and Uraraka stole a nervous glance at each other. “What school do you attend I’m not familiar with this uniform?” Iida used his iconic hand gestures to point out your black robes and house uniform. Upon hearing this Midoriya stopped his chicken scratch and glanced at what you were wearing. Your uniform consisted of a grey pleated skirt that was just above the knees with long grey socks, a black vest with (y/h/e) over a white shirt, and (y/h/c) tie neatly underneath the vest. You were quite attractive and his cheeks tinted pink.

Fidgeting slightly Uraraka pointed towards the stairwell, “How about we um go talk about this a little more in my room?” Nods were given by you three, and you turned towards the fire place to grab your trunk and rolled it behind you. Midoriya glanced over his shoulder and blushed slightly but went with his gut to be a gentleman. “Um here, let me take this for you,”  Midoriya said trying to control his heating cheeks by looking away from you. “Thank you,” you gave him a soft smile. There was no calming of his cheeks when he saw your smile. God you were beautiful. Uraraka noticed this exchange and giggled slightly while continuing to lead the way to her dorm room.

“It’s not much really, but you know its home,” Uraraka rubbed the back of her neck nervously. She knows you go to a large “private school” and sometimes feels like her style of living is a little underwhelming for you. “I love it!” You walk in behind her and do that little spin thing to admire the room. Midoriya’s heart squeezes at how cute you are being without even trying, and Uraraka knows that you are being sincere even if she is a little self conscious sometimes. 

As Iida closes the door, you and Uraraka make yourselves comfortable sitting on her bed and Midoriya on the floor. Iida takes a seat on the chair and both boys give their full attention to the girls on the bed wanting to know whats going on. 

“How good are you at keeping secrets?” You ask both of them with a quizzical look in your eyes. Midoriya bites his lip and looks down at his hands, he has hidden his quirk from his classmates so he thinks he is alright with keeping secrets. Nodding he looks up. “Great, now do you believe in magic?” you whisper leaning forward while Uraraka an hardly contain the smile on her face. At this point both boys are very confused and having matching looks of puzzlement. “(Y/N) just show them already!” Uraraka exclaims quietly in eager anticipation. “Fine, fine you’re no fun,” you huff sticking your tongue out at your best friend. 

Pulling a want made out of Acacia wood and dragon heartstring from your boot you smile and act like a game show host, “Alright then, Midoriya pick something around the room please.” Laughing at your antics he humors you, “Hmm, (Y/N) I pick the spare glasses Uraraka took from Iida earlier this year.” Uraraka laughs and avoids eye contact with Iida and you wear a large Cheshire grin. Honestly the boys don’t think much of your wand until you point at the glasses. “Accio!” your voice spoke clearly as you pointed your wand at the glasses on the other side of the room. Two pairs of eyes widened at the sight of the glasses rising and moving to your open hand.

“I believe you asked for these?” You hand Midoriya the glasses and put your wand back into your boot. This boy is shocked and flustered, shaking hand moving to take the glasses from yours. “I think that I was wrong about the fire bases quirk earlier...” Midoriya answers. Both you and Uraraka are sharing the same splitting smile as you can see the gears in both boys heads start turning.

“You’re a witch aren’t you?”

#bnha x reader #bnha #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #ochako #urakara ochako #iida tenya #bnha x harry potter crossover #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x witch reader #fanfic #spells and quirks #dvos-writes

[ohfortheloveofnaruto]

I'm a dingdong and can't find the proper prompt place (unless this is it?!) but I am SUPER interested in the drug use and violence starter. 👌 And angst. I thrive off that. ❤❤ Thanks!

cutie you got the right place and I’ am a sucker for this trope so this will be a  longer one, enjoy babe! (admin @wiccankonan)

He wasn’t sure what it was that made these nights occur, where he would find himself in the dark, rusted streets, the neon lights of the city casting off the puddles of water, making the reflection the one beautiful thing in a place birthed from cement and tears. 

Yet here he was, again. What trigger had found him in this known scene? Out of habit he felt his pocket to find the bottle that contained his perfect poison, popping open the cap with slim, pale fingers he counted them again. 

Five? he thought in dismay. Did the piece of shit he let fuck him last night raid his stash? He was sure he had ten xans left and that was suppose to get him through the next three days…. Not ideal, but enough to function. 

He shrugged, whatever, one dick suck and a pity fuck and he’d get anything he wanted. He wasn’t particularly egocentric of his looks, he just took full advantage of the privilege it was to be as beautiful and striking as he. Raven black hair that in perfect lighting carried hues of bluebird blue, that with his smoldering eyes, he basically could get anything he wanted without much of a fuss. 

La Vie En Rosewas a tiny little club and wasn’t much to write home about. It was dingy but the music was always loud, and there was always what he was looking for in times like this - because dissociation was better than numbness in his mind. 

It was just the beginning of Fall so the weather was becoming chilly and a gust of wind reached past him as he opened the front door and took his usual cornered seat and waited. 

The bartender here knew him well enough, she was a beautiful redhead, who sometimes snuck off to bathroom to do coke and invited him once or twice. He could imagine himself with a person like that, someone broken. You could see it on her very skin. He of course never asked why, but one day, crying, she told him what they had done to her and forced him to promise to never speak of it again and like a prayer it sealed his lips. He knew what it meant to carry wounds that he did not want bared to the world, the very world which made them. 

“It’s a busy night.” The soothing familiar voice whispered from behind him.

 “It’s sprite and gin…well mostly gin” she winked as she scurried past to attend to the other rowdy men and women on the hunt for the same desperate and raging fix.

Sasuke smiled graciously and took his sip… She wasn’t fucking kidding, and honestly he expected nothing less from the infamous Karin Uzumaki. 

Not feeling very inspired, Sasuke took out his sketchbook anyway. Hoping that maybe a draft of smoke, a sudden passing smell, a particular glance would stir some feeling in him to make something again. It had been so long now. Long enough that it physically ached.

Lighting a cigg, he eyed the atmosphere about him - the rustling room filled with girls in short skirts, laughing with one another, looking like they were enjoying themselves, Sasuke didn’t feel a thing though. 

Maybe he took too much xan….or maybe not quite enough… before he could think another thought - a crashing noise caught his attention, his lynx like eyes narrowing in on the sound. 

Immediately a commotion ensued, some running to and away from the the drama unfolding. 

“Sasuke!” his body registered the voice before his mind could and he was already at his feet, elbowing his way to the barkeep.

What he first took in was Karin - wide eyed, with her cell in hand, and a bloodied lip - next to her was the tanned, defined figure of a blonde man, who currently was holding another mans face to the counter.

“Say it again.” the blonde grunted, grabbing his prey by the hair and smashing his face into the mahogany table…once….twice…

“Say it again and I will let you go.” The voice was laced with an odd earnesty and the other man coughed out, blood pouring from his head and his mouth

“I’m sorry.” he gurgled. 

“Mm…. I don’t think that’s what you said before…Karin is that what he said? Maybe I’m just crazy.” the blonde laughed, something in his guffaw was more disturbing than the psychical power this man showed.

“Try again?” he spoke almost with politeness, giving him another smash against the table.

“You’re gonna fucking kill him, Naruto please!” Karin screamed, the rawness in her voice was palpable. 

“I called you a fucking faggot. I’m sorry. I called you a faggot that’s what I said please fuck..please…. please I’m sorry.”

As promised, the man was released and he staggered, supported only by the one friend he had flanking him. They took off to the back, not bothering to look behind them. Possibly knowing best not to.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” the blonde grinned and eyed the table before he found what he was apparently looking for.

Ah whiskey, he downed it in one gulp and Sasuke’s cock twitched involuntarily, honestly - he had a basic idea of what had happened and it was enough to know he wanted to figure out more about this Naruto character and more importantly, why the fuck Karin had kept him hidden this long. 

“You’re lucky their not calling the fucking cops, Naruto. What the fuck?” The red head scorned as she wrapped ice in paper clothes and handed it to the blonde to apply to his blood stained knuckles.

“I had it under control.” 

Sasuke’s eyes widened for a fraction of a moment at the rapid change of demeanor in this kid, he almost sounded like a child being scorned by his mother. 

“Whose this one?” Naruto jutted his chin towards Sasuke, who frowned at him, looking indignant. 

“A friend of Karin’s and you?” Maybe he shouldn’t have sounded so harsh to a guy who nearly smashed someones brains in, but Sasuke had a temper of his own. 

“Feisty, just like I like them.”

“Shut up Naurto, this is Sasuke - Sasuke this is my cousin, Naurto.”

The blonde extended his hand, and Sasuke met him half way and the moment they touched a delicious sensation crawled through their veins.

I’m fucking him tonight Naruto thought as he eyed him, taking in his thin, yet undeniably compact and sturdy figure, skin like porcelain and eyes that spoke of defiance. 

“Can I get you a drink, looks like you’re running close to dry.” 

Sasuke peeked down, he must have spilled on his way to see the commotion. While he wanted to take him on his offer, the patch about the others hand had him weary… Which was peculiar since he usually couldn’t really give a shit. 

“Do you need like….a ride to the hospital? Your hand looks pretty wrecked.”

“Fucking hate hospitals and had worse.” Motioning with his head, he directed Sasuke to sit by him. 

“Let me get you that drink, Karin’s told me some about you, though you’re a lot better looking than she lead on and she went off pretty hard on that part.”

A distant “Fuck you.” was heard from the back of house and Naruto giggled. Yes, the same man who just nearly killed someone - was fucking giggling like some sort of school boy. Intrigued, Sasuke could not help himself and found no compulsion to either.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” and it wasn’t a lie, sun-kissed skin stretched perfectly over his taut muscular frame, his hair like a halo around his sparkling and lively ocean eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” Seeing Sasuke’s pout, Naurto chortled softly, nodding his thanks to Karin as he slid Sasuke’s drink to him while Naruto downed his own with gusto. 

“Karin’s never mentioned you before.” Sasuke blurted this out before truly taking in what repercussions this might take.

“Ah…well.” Naruto scratched the back of his head, eyeing him sheepishly. “I’ve kinda been like…on an extended vacation of sorts.” 

“He means jail.” 

“Karin fuck off, honestly.” 

For probably the first time in months Sasuke found himself laughing, a real honest, true laugh that radiated warmth through his core. If only he could have seen the way Naruto looked at him as he did.

“Anger issues?” It wasn’t a hard conclusion to come to but it made Naruto pivot and eye him, curiously. 

Cocking his head slightly, he snapped his fingers as if he’d just deciphered some abstract work of art. “Let me guess…Drug issues because its the only way you can stand to be around half these people.”

“How very perceptive of you and to say half is being generous.”

Naruto smiled at that and the raven smiled back,

….

(to be continued)

[bendywackyadventures]

BATIM SOL AU Book 1 Chap.4

So, Squigglydigg’s new song got me very motivated to work on my BATIM fan fictions today. I wanted to work on my other fanfics outside of BATIM, but looks like my motivation is a Bendy motivation!

I hope you enjoy!

Henry and the toons came inside, Linda turned and saw the toons being quiet and grew worried. “Bendy go to the bathroom, I’ll meet you there.”

Bendy nodded and did what Henry told him too do.

“What happened?” Linda asked.

“Some kids were being mean to us and our new friends.” Alice pouted as she slumped into the couch crossing her arms. Linda felt sorry for the toons and hugged her angel daughter.

Henry sighed, “I’m going to check on Bendy.” He walked upstairs to the bathroom and saw Bendy sitting on top of the counter swinging his legs around. The demon turned and saw Henry. The retired animator opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed out some badges it.

Bendy saw Henry wrap the bandage on his arm, and ripped another one to put over the bruise on his cheek. “Thanks.” Bendy whispered rubbing his cheek where the bruise was patched up.

“You’re welcome.” Henry picked the toon up and hugged him.

Bendy’s eyes widen over the hug Henry gave him. It didn’t hurt but felt relaxing like the tears he held wanted to come out, and it did. Bendy sobbed onto Henry’s shoulder releasing the tears from the pain he suffered from the bullies. Henry rubbed Bendy’s back soothing him to let out all the pain.

“Why.” Bendy coughed. Henry looked at Bendy whipping the tears from his eyes, “why are kids so mean? Why did they hurt me?” He sobbed.

Henry sighed, he didn’t have an answer, well, he did but he knows it wasn’t the answer Bendy was looking for, “Kids can be mean Bendy, as for why. It just depends on what they’re going through.”

Boris and Alice were on the couch sitting down as Linda was on the phone. Once they heard footstep coming down the stairs they saw Henry caring a sleepy Bendy. He sat down next to Boris, as Bendy rested in his arm.

“Is Bendy okay?” Alice asked. Henry nodded silently.

“Okay, thank you.” Linda said hanging up the phone, “Ashley is coming tomorrow morning.”

Boris and Alice were confused on who this Ashley person was. Were they a threat to them, or what? “Who’s Ashley?” Boris asked.

“She’s our goddaughter.” Henry replied.

“Goddaughter!” Alice explained, “What’s a goddaughter?” She asked.

Henry chuckled, “a goddaughter is the daughter to our child.”

“Our daughter to be exact.” Linda added.

“You had kids!” Boris beamed. Linda chuckled seeing the excitement. Henry shushed the toons and pointed at Bendy who moaned and moved around in Henry’s arm. “Sorry.” Boris whispered.

The next morning, Bendy was the first to wake up. He looked around his room and saw Boris and Alice still sleeping soundly. Slowly and quietly Bendy got out of bed, and walked downstairs to see if Linda or Henry was up. To his surprise, both of them were up. Linda was in the kitchen putting what looked like cookies into the oven, and Henry was sitting at the table reading the newspaper.

“Morning.” Bendy said walking downstairs. Henry looked over his paper and saw the little demon walk over to him.

“Morning Bendy, how did you sleep?” He asked.

Bendy yawned and rubbed his eyes, “Good. I needed all that rest.” Henry chuckled rubbing Bendy between his horns. Bendy pulled a chair and sat down next to Henry. “So what’s with all the food Linda?”

“Well, you were asleep when I told the news, but our granddaughter is coming over today to meet you guys.” Linda explained.

“Granddaughter? Bendy asked.

Henry nodded, “your going to like her Bendy. I just know it.” Bendy gave a small smile. Linda put his breakfast down on the table, and the demon started to eat.

“Once Boris and Alice wake up, you three could help me set up for Ashley’s arrival.” Linda suggested.

“Okay!” Bendy replied.  With perfect timing Boris and Alice came downstairs and sat down at the table.

“Morning Bendy. Morning Henry.” Boris yawned.

“Morning guys.” Bendy replied. Linda gave the two other toons their breakfast and told them they are aloud to help out once they finish eating. This made Alice excited beaming in joy.

“Really?!” She asked. Linda nodded. The angel squealed in excitement being happy to help. Linda chuckled over the angel’s excitement including a certain little demon’s, which made Henry smile.

After breakfast was done, the toons helped out Linda before Ashley’s arrival. Boris helped clean the house, Alice helped set the table and Bendy helped Linda cook. It was the first time the toons did work, and for starters they were good.

Once everything was set for Ashley the toons hanged out in their room getting games and toys set up for Ashley for when she arrives.

DINGDONG

The toons faced the door knowing Ashley has arrived. The toons ran downstairs, but stop to take a look. What they saw was Henry hugging a young girl and her mother, to what Boris and Alice heard last night was Henry’s daughter. Once Henry’s daughter left the toons walked the last set of steps downstairs.

“Everyone this is Ashley.” Henry introduced. The toons saw a girl roughly around 9-years old with bright orange hair, an orange dress long white stockings, and orange shoes. The girl opened her eyes revealing them to be these bright golden eyes. Her eyes sparkled seeing the toons.

“Bendy!” She exclaimed. Ashley ran to the ink demon and gave him a hug. Bendy almost fell back as the young girl hugged him. He was shocked Ashley knew about him. His cartoons haven’t been on for over 30 years! How could a 9-year old know everything about Bendy and his friends.

The demon smiled hugging Ashley back. “How do you know about me?” He asked.

Ashley let go of the hug and faced the toon, “my mommy told me all about your cartoons, so did grandpa Henry!” She pointed.

“Maybe a little bit too much,” Henry blushed rubbing the back of his head.

The toons laughed seeing Henry getting embarrassed over the fact he gave a lot of Bendy trivia and stories. Once that was done, Ashley went over to the toons room and played a board game. “So how are you guys real?” Ashley asked, moving her piece around the board.

The toons went quiet and looked down. It’s hard for them to answer a question like that. It brought them too many bad memories, “well we were brought to life by a man named Joey, and well…” Bendy trailed off remembering all the pain and torture he, Boris, Alice and the workers gone through. “It was a messy situation.”

“Oh, sorry.” Ashley whispered.

“Its okay. Its hard for us to talk about it right now.” Alice reassured. Ashley gave a smiled and hugged Alice. The angel smiled and hugged her back.

The toons and Ashley turned around and saw Linda come up with cookies and sandwiches. “Thought you guys were getting hungry, so I brought lunch up here for you guys.”

“Thanks Linda!”

“Thanks Grandma!”

Linda smiled, “You’re welcome,” as she was about to leave, she gave one last turn to the kids, “if you need anything just give a call.”

The toons each grabbed a sandwich and cookie  and started to chow down on the food holding off their game till later. As they ate, Ashley couldn’t take notice of Bendy badges.

“Bendy?” Ashley asked. The toon faced the young girl, “are you okay? You look hurt.”

Bendy sighed remembering his injury from yesterday. He touched his cheek and felt the bandage was still on, “yeah I got picked on by some kids yesterday.” He explained.

“Oh.” Ashley turned away not wanting to ask anymore. Bendy saw Ashley looked mournful.

“Is everything alright?”

“Sort of, I get bullied as well.” She admitted.

“You’ve been picked on by kids too?” Bendy asked.

Ashley nodded, “yeah, but it gets better,” she added, but looked down again, “sometimes.”

Bendy felt bad for the girl and put his arm around her. “Sorry you’re going through that.”

“Its not your fault. My mommy and daddy know about my situation, and they cheer me up with ice cream, or cake.”

Bendy chuckled. This girl has one lively personality, he liked that, “Henry patched me up, and gave me a hug,” he explained. “It made me feel a lot better.” Bendy explained with a smile on his face. The two then felt another pair of arms hug them tight and it was Boris giving them a huge bear hug.

The two laughed as Boris hugged them tight giving them little nuzzles to cheer them up. Alice sighed and decided to join in on the hug train with her brothers and her niece.

#slice of life au #SOL AU #bendy the demon #boris the wolf #Alice Angel #henry batim #Linda Batim #Ashley Batim

[rogue-snorunt]

Why I made a ko-fi

I got an anon who said that if I'm going to ask the public for money, than I need to explain why and it better be good. Which. Subtlety kind of rude but I get it. I'd want to know the story too and while I did give the explanation already in my first post about it, because I broke my own link with my incredible stupidity, I took it down.

reposted the link to my Kofi that hopefully works now but did leave out the explanation because I feel bad involving others in my problems and I don't want people to hear em and feel guilted into anything.

So here it is: the full obnoxiously long saga of the series of unfortunate events that had led me to making the Kofi from start to finish describing my 2017-2018 life presently.

It all started back in January of last year..

The cafe in which I work.. Worked? Work.. closes every January for cleaning for anywhere between 2wks and a month and in the time they encourage us to apply early and collect unemployment. This would be my first and last ever time doing this.

Why close? Mainly because my bakery is an old fashion French bakery where our lawyer city boy rich owner went to France and liked some countrymans brick oven so much he dropped I think it was a million or so to not only buy the oven, but to actually bring said oven to America brick by fucking brick.

And to clean this wood fed oven the size of a living room, you need AT LEAST 2-3 wks to let it cool down enough for some poor scrawny guy to climb in through the tiny wood stuffing hole and excerise all that soot. Plus deep cleaning a detached two story bakery; the kitchen and cafe itself..

Anyway back to the plot:

So on Jan 1st,2017 I applied and by Jan 14th2017, the place temp closed for cleaning.

I had saved 900$ for this because I'd be okay for the month.. $200/month for rent; $50 for phone, $35 for gas, $130 for groceries for me (who has strict diet of lactose and gluten free diet because I WILL die if I eat gluten because my organs swell; attack themselves and try and shut down. Rip™ my diet gets fucking hella expensive. Bread alone is &4-$5 bucks) $300 monthly student loan etc..

Well: not a week in our gas heater said fuck you. So to help repair, there went -$400 bucks. A WEEK IN. Than my grandmas car died, -$250 a week later. Fuck me gently.

Than the fateful blizzard night of Jan 31st 2017 that would be the catalyst of unfortunate bullshit leading today.. at 4:35 on my friend was bringing me home after a fun weekend, as I do not have a car, and he wanted to make sure I got home safe before the super storm hit. The cafe was reopening Feb 10th.

I was later informed that at around 4:56, my friend hit black ice and we °360 hard into a tree. I only remember seeing it about to happen and worrying about my glasses about to break, then nothing. Then looking at my blurry hand and even with my one good but still kind of blind eye, I saw that it was black; blue and I couldn't move it. Then I guess I said "well shit" and went to sleep.

I had broken not only my glasses trying to protect them, the fucking irony.. but my metacarpals; my nose, inhaled the chemical death from the airbag and recieved mild chemic Burns to face and throat. My smol rib cage was punched by the airbag so hard it got bullied out of place and was now compressing my lungs and a severe concussion.

My friend luckily being a 6' ft some man was set far away from air bag and being the impact was more my side, had only bad bruising to the limbs but okay. His truck now an accordion.

The doctor only looked at my hand and ignored my concussion, as I had an in the ambulance and was apparently making stupid nonsense jokes. So they assumed I was fine I guess.

I had to call in to my job and sadly tell them the news I would not be able to work for maybe a few months.

A month later while home and coming down the stairs, I suddenly could not breathe and got light-headed. Not good when you on stairs. I ended up refuckin up my metas and now add broken tail bone to the list.

My return to work just went from hopeful 3-4 months to 6. I was not financially equipped for this

But wait rogue! The unemployment!

Ah yes. The fucking thing that would fuck me harder then the airbag and stairs combined.. You see:

I had asked everyone I knew that had ever collected unemployment before what to do and even the girl who did the disability thing: for I was unable to work; disability would not kick in until at least a month. I got bills men, life don't stop cause bad shit you know?

Everyone told me, collect unemployment until Disability kicked in. Then stop. Okay.. these 6 people would know best right? Dingdong: unfortunate event #3 so far:

By the time disability kicked in I had collected $700 caps. Nice! Right? Well my honest naive ass thought how you cancelled unemployment was to tell em to cease and why. So I did.I explained what happened. This proved to be the biggest mistake of my pathetic life and installed the lesson of "don't be honest with big brother." They said "oh no you got injured? Well guess what fucko. You now have to pay back the $700, or else and guess what, we adding an bonus fuck you of $200 ."

Hahahahahaha-what?

I'm not able to work; disability only gave$100 some and I got friends and family I am in debt to for helping during these shenanigans.

Then unfortunate events #4-#9 took place. my aunt died.

I had to be hospitalized for pancreatitis; kidney stones and infections a few times, sometimes for all em at once.

Then my dog prostate cancer became apparent and despite the medicine and surgery every thing that could hell, he had to leave us for the rainbow bridge.

Than my grandma's car died again.

Then my stepmother died.

Grandma had to get surgery for her knees and began to complain of occasional blindness and migraines.

Went back to work early because you guys do what you gotta do man, only it's 7 months later and in a couple more, the fucking Cafe is going to close again.

By the time it did, I had been using every paycheck to catch up on bills; pay back the my friends and family lent, paying the late bills from my dog and car repairs, back owed payment and feedback to the student loan. and just as I had started seeing the light at the tunnel.. we closed and I wasn't prepared.

Unemployment have nothing but the middle finger.

It'll be fine.. I can handle a month. It'll suck but-

ITS NOW MAY AND THEY AIN'T OPEN.

During the time I was laid off this year I spent my time as follows:

Joined Tumblr and began to meme to counter that bi-polar depression and made some friends, looking at you @m-is-for-mungo 😘💞💞

A man grabbed my hand that didn't heal right and squeezed it so hard he fucked the bone. Had to go back to p.t. Hand once again fucking useless and I had posted about this way back, if you dig in my archive, you'll find the posts.

Applied for a state job at our prison with my friend whose already there, as kitchen worker

Got the surgery that I could no longer put off as it was too fix the anatomical problem contributing factor to my organs rioting like they do, but thankfully since it was considered life threatening, my insurance covered it.

Finally deal with death of my dog; and my family. Then my dad having a stroke and other family stuff.

Got that pesky rogue ribcage displacement taken care of

Fell down the fucking stairs again.

Adopted a special needs cat.

Became once again a financial burden and the moment I could, filled the still laid off time by trying to help my friend at their restaurant as much as possible.

Got the "we want you asap BUT thanks to state Bullshit like budget stuff.. We have to wait for the actual state to say yes" call from the prison call.

My uncle was discovered to cancer but by the time it was found, he had a week left. Then he died.

Got my shit broken by the scorned ex of our roommate

And then got the fucking letter from unemployment mildly threatening me to pay up.

But you said you didn't have a car in January 31st but then you do now??

After the car event, my friend told me to seek comp because I did get fucked up and being a baker who broke their hands, shit ain't good.. I did not want to because it was my friend, it wasn't their fault and if I had had my own car or just during go there in the first place this wouldn't have happened. Reluctantly after much badgering, I did.I did not get anything however until a year and half half later. and yeah, I’ll tell you how much seeing how Im being brutally honest: $10,000.

I immediately bought a $4000 car so I would never again be a burden and every single car I’ve ever owned have been $100+ garbage death traps I got from shady people and for once in my fucking life I wanted a car that wouldnt break down or try to kill me a week later; helped my grandma buy a car that wouldn't fail her, bought her a new fridge because hers died and paid some of her bills she got behind on. My friend had fallen behind on their bills as well and I owe everything I am and still being alive to these people.

You bet my stupid ass, I used almost every dime to help them. And id fucking do it again because: homies help homies.. And when your Nana whose been both mom; dad and nana to you and is the reason you weren't place in foster care needs you.. You fucking help her no matter what.I did have enough to pay the student loan for last month and this month. I got a new track phone because mine broke, bought a pair of shoes because I've only ever had my loafers and the soles fell off finally and I brought groceries. I have enough to pay rent and I am now tapped out.

My only debt is this $900 fuck you from the government and my $15000k student loan.

And now y'all caught up on the fucking disaster that is my life.

I'm sorry for this sobstory of me crying about my problems but i.. I really do not like asking for help.i hate asking for help. I hate that I have to ask for money because I've been in desperate shitty situations my whole damn life and managed to somehow scrape by but for the first time, I'm in a situation that I can't fix alone. And I fucking hate it and that I have to admit it. but I need help .

This is why I made the Kofi

A kofi that is absolutely only for and will only be used, to pay that $900. I promise you that even if I become homeless, I am going to pay that goddamn bill before anything else. Because I helped everyone with their debt and they are all good now, we all squared and now it's my turn to be okay glib-dimit

#ask a rogue a question #explanation #i defeatedly #desperately and guiltedly i need fucking help #kofi roguesnorunt

[bastionkeeper]

Plus One

A birthday gift for the wonderful @mykindofcontent who asked for a fake dating Taakitz fic, I had fun throwing some secret twin angst and future Taakitz fluff into here I hope it’s worthy of one of the most amazing people in the universe! Happy birthday!

Taako took a step back, admiring his handiwork. He dusted off his hands and grabbed the umbrastaff, lowering it to face the circle of raven's feathers.

The sun had set long ago, and there was a chill in the air but nothing the shawl draped across his shoulders couldn't handle. He was standing in the courtyard of a large party hall, just out of reach of the golden light pouring out of the windows.

A few slanted words from Taako's lips whispered into the night, stirring the wind, somehow leaving the feathers untouched.

A black and red energy surged within the circle, and a screaming form lurched out of another plane to fix Taako with furious red eyes.

“Who has dared summon me?” the reaper roared in a cockney accent.

“'Sup, love the enthusiasm, but shut up for a minute,” Taako said, grabbing Kravitz and pulling him out of the summoning circle.

“Wai- what?” Kravitz stumbled along behind the elf. “You again? From the crystal lab!”

“Nice to see you again,” Taako said with a wave. “Now be quiet.”

Taako looked Kravitz over with a critical eye and then pointed the umbrastaff at him. Kravitz summoned his scythe defensively, but it turned out to be unnecessary as the only thing Taako did was cast minor illusion on his clothes. Kravitz was now in a tuxedo, fit for a black tie event.

“What is this?” Kravitz asked.

“Okay so,” Taako began. “I need some help crashing this wedding.”

“Why are you...?” Kravitz trailed off with a sigh, rubbing his temples. “Why couldn't you just get one of those other death dodgers to help?”

“Because a job like this requires finesse, and those dingdongs couldn't finesse a jar of pickles.”

Kravitz took a moment to look at Taako, noticing that he too was well dressed. He was in a gold dress, his face was freckled with gold glitter, and he wore an impressive pair of heels.

“See, there's uh...there's a relic in this shindig, and I need some help getting in to grab it,” Taako said. He watched Kravitz's face, and his theory that the voidfish didn't affect the dead was proven right by the look of recognition on Kravitz's face.

“Something like that transformation magic the necromancer was using?” Kravitz asked.

“Precisely!” Taako clapped his hands together. “But just lil ol' Taako on his own is suspicious. Taako plus one though? No one wants to kick out the nice couple!”

“I'm your date?” Kravitz realized he was blushing. He'd be lying if he said he'd never noticed how attractive the elf was. Even for a bounty.

“My husband to be precise,” Taako said. “You in, bone daddy?”

Kravitz considered the possibilities. He could just refuse and go back to the astral plane to his room where a half-re-read book and a mug of tea were waiting, waste some time in between bounties...or he could accompany the gorgeous and volatile elf on a dangerous mission.

Kravitz sighed, wishing he had more sense than this.

As the double doors to the hall opened, Taako took Kravitz's arm, and the reaper tried hard to keep his composure. The pair entered, and Kravitz blinked in the sudden brightness.

It was hard to tell who was the bride and groom in this room, as everyone was dressed not just to the nines but maybe to the twelves. Some even went so far as to wear masquerade masks, or elaborate headdresses decked out in feathers. Suddenly Taako's dramatic makeup made sense.

“Hello! Welcome! Mother of the bride,” an aged half elf woman greeted them at the door with a smile. “Who might you be?”

“Magnus Highchurch, remember that name in case I do something to make you angry later,” Taako winked and kissed the woman's hand. Despite Taako's strange introduction the woman appeared quite charmed and tittered at the gestured. “This is my husband.”

“Lucas Highchurch, pleasure to be here, we go way back with the groom, and we think your daughter is going to make him very happy.” Kravitz shook the woman's hand, meanwhile Taako was gaping at Kravitz, shocked at how easily and willingly he was going along with the performance.

“Oh well, I do hope I see you fine gentleman around when I'm done greeting guests,” the woman said, her smile widening. “Please, enjoy yourselves! Tessa and Marc are sitting in the back with the rest of the family if you want to say hello!”

“Thank you, I hope we'll talk again later.” It was Kravitz who took Taako's arm this time, leading them away from the woman and striding with confidence into the party.

“Dude that was so dope.” Taako seemed to have pulled a fan out of nowhere, and was using it to cover his pleased giggling.

“I'm just trying to blend in,” Kravitz said.

“You won't do that easy looking like that,” Taako said, looking Kravitz up and down. The reaper stiffened.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“That you're a fine skeleton,” Taako winked. “Also you look super nervous.”

“I do not!” Kravitz huffed indignantly. “If anything my performance was more convincing than yours.”

“Wanna bet?” Taako pulled away from Kravitz and looked him in the eyes, smiling dangerously. “I remember your little gambling problem. What say we make this interesting?”

Kravitz felt that familiar itch he could never seem to scratch when it came to gambling, and tilted his head curiously. “What did you have in mind?”

“I say we lie outrageously, and the first one to get found out loses,” Taako suggested.

“Wouldn't that make it hard to find this magical item you're looking for?” Kravitz asked.

“I can just cast disguise self no worries, Taako's still got some spell slots left.” Taako closed his fan and used it to tap the umbrastaff that was hanging from his arm. “You in or not?”

“What does the winner get?” Kravitz asked, the red in his dark eyes surging. “Do I get to drag you back to the astral plane when I win?”

“I was thinking when I win, you give me your shoes.”

“What?” Kravitz laughed. “Why?”

“Nothing funnier than a sore loser with sore feet,” Taako said. “Now shake on it, bone-man.”

“Fine,” Kravitz sighed and shook Taako's hand. “Let's begin, Taako.”

They made the rounds, chatting with friends and family and gathering information about the party as they went. Kravitz told stories about how he was a conductor for the Goldcliff Symphony Orchestra, and how Taako was in the front row one night during their best performance and that was the night they fell in love.

Taako spun a tale about a paparazzi swarm that had been chasing him, until his bodyguard made them scram in a way so sexy he couldn't help but marry him.

The stories got more wild from there, but somehow no one doubted them. Everyone in the room wanted to talk to the most interesting couple of the night, and that certainly wasn't the newlyweds anymore.

Kravitz finished another story and excused himself to meet Taako by the bar. The elf offered him a paper plate with a couple finger foods on it.

“Try this one.”

Kravitz popped the food in his mouth and grimaced. “That's terrible.”

“I know right?” Taako shook his head, tutting. “What were they thinking. They got the texture all wrong, and the whole thing is basically salt.”

“I can still taste it,” Kravitz complained, sticking his tongue out.

“I have something that'll fix that.” Taako pulled a hand out from behind his back, revealing a rather expensive bottle of wine.

“Did you steal that?” Kravitz hissed, checking to see if the bartender was watching.

“He said we each get one free drink. I just like my drinks a bit bigger than others.” Taako winked. “Come on!”

Taako grabbed Kravitz's hand and pulled him away from the bar and towards a secluded table in the corner. He popped open the wine and took a swig straight from the bottle before handing it to Kravitz.

“Can't believe no one's called your bullshit yet.”

“Is it that hard to believe Mr. “The King of Neverwinter asked me to visit and I declined”?” Kravitz shot back.

“That part actually isn't a lie.” Taako winked.

“Come off it,” Kravitz snorted, taking a sip of wine. They sat in silence for a moment, watching the dancers sway drunkenly to upbeat music. Then Kravitz turned back to Taako.

“Why did you really bring me here?”

“I told you, needed backup.”

“Taako, there's no relic here.”

Taako's ears drooped slightly and he shrugged, not even ashamed to be caught in a lie. “I don't like crashing parties alone. It's more fun with another person.”

“You do this a lot then?” Kravitz asked.

“Only when I'm feeling lonely or want good booze or food,” Taako said. “Haven't done it much since....since...uh...I can't really remember, but not for a long time.”

Kravitz chuckled and Taako gave him a confused look.

“Your shoes, sir.” Kravitz held out a hand.

“What?”

“First one caught in a lie loses their shoes, remember?” Kravitz smirked. The realization dawned on Taako's face, and he smiled, then he started laughing. He clapped a hand to his forehead, and was laughing so hard he was crying a little.

“Oh shit!” he squealed. “You're fucking right, damn I really liked these ones.”

Taako put a leg up on Kravitz's lap and started the arduous process of removing the intricate heels. Kravitz tried very hard not to move.

“Here you go, asshole,” Taako snickered, handing over the shoes. “But you better give a homie a portal home so I don't have to walk with bare feet.”

“I wouldn't be that cruel,” Kravitz smirked, taking the heels.

When the portal opened up into Taako's room, Kravitz felt sad that the party was over. Some part of him had actually enjoyed being lied to and kidnapped for some strange wedding crashing. Some part of him had really enjoyed spending time with Taako.

“Well, this is me,” Taako said, stepping through the portal. “Thanks for the lift and...for...humoring me I guess.”

Kravitz was stunned to see that it was Taako blushing now, looking down at his feet sheepishly. The reaper smiled and gave Taako a deep bow.

“Well, anytime you want to win back your honor and your shoes...” Kravitz dangled the heels in front of Taako's face. “...give me a call.”

Then the portal was gone, and Taako and Kravitz were both left standing in their darkened rooms, hoping secretly that the reaper would get a chance to return the shoes.

#taakitz #taako #kravitz #taz #the adventure zone #blatantbalderdash #mykindofcontent

[donghyxns]

Royalty! AU | kim donghyun (2)

character: kim donghyun

genre: fluff

bullet scenario

i love donghyun ok + this is extremelyyyyyyy long

“you want me to work for you???”

he looks at you dumbfounded

“yes? if you want your brother to get better, you have to work with me”

he looked at you as if you were trash

you sigh

you knew it was going to be hell

but your little brother was everything to you and he needed to get better

“okay, i will work for you”

he claps his hands “i will send seongwoo to your house to gather all of your belongings”

shOOK

“I start now??” 

“of course, now go get me a bottle of water”

you look at him like ‘bitch tf i just got here idk where the fricken kitchen it’

he sighs at your expression before standing up

“come on i will show you around the castle”

when he said casTLE HE WASNT KIDDING

LIKE U KNEW IT WAS BIG

BUT NOT THAT BIG WTF

u walked at lEAST 2 miles 

at the end of the tour, donghyun turns towards you

he had a smile on his face

it lowkey confused you??

like wasnt he evil or something wtf????

he leans down to eye level, “good night, sleep well because im going to put you through hell tomorrow”

THATS WHY HE WAS SMILING

THE HECK DUDE

the next morning comes too soon

you are given a schedule of where you are supposed to go by the other maids

at 4:30 AM, you have to go to donghyun’s room to wake him up

why cant he just get an alarm clock?

his room was huge

but then again what in this castle wasnt huge?

even as a servant, your room was huge

you walk over to his gold and silver bed

your heart is beating fast for some reason????

okay then

you shake him slightly

“prince donghyun, it is time to get up.”

you hear a groan before you are pULLED INTO HIS BED

WHAT

EXCUSE ME

you are lowkey freaking out

but at the same time

you want to stay

it was so so so warm

and he smelled good

what the fuck dude

after laying in his arms for like 45 seconds and lowkey enjoying it

you get out of his grasp and pull the covers off of his body

he was only wearing boxers hECK

“donghyun!!!! wake up!!!!!” you yell into his ear

nothing

you slap his bare chest a good 5 times

nothing

you walk over to the large windows and pull open the blinds

you turn your body to see if he was awake

bOY HE WAS AWAKE ALRIGHT

he was standing behind you

like literally 2 inches away

looking down at you with sinful eyes

“prince donghyun?” you mutter out

he licks his lips before biting his bottom one, “dont call me prince, sweetheart, call me dadd-”

oKAY 

you pushed him away

“breakfast is in 25 minutes, you need to get ready”

“whats the rush baby girl?” he laughs

BYE

you literally run out of there

what the heCK kind of prince is he

for the rest of the day you dont really see him

you are busy with washing dishes

mopping the floors

cleaning windows

basically boring shit

when it is 9 PM, you retreat back to your room

he said that today was going to be bad

but honestly it wasnt that terrible

a little boring but thats all

before you can get into your bed and finally go to sleep you hear a soft knock on your door

you give a slight groan before walking back to the door, pulling it open

IT WAS KIM DINGDONG

“yes, donghyun?” 

he rubs the back of his neck before giving you a package, “here is the medicine for your brother. it should cover like 2 months or something.”

ur shOOK

u didnt think he would give the medicine to you so fast

“oh, thank you!” 

he smiles, “i also put a big heater in your house again so he wouldnt get sick again”

you feel tears welling up in your eyes???

this was so kind??

donghyun’s face shows immense worry when you start to cry

“_________? what’s wrong?”

he hugs your head to his chest in a comforting way

you could hear his heart beating extremely fast

“this is just so nice, thank you donghyun”

he pulls you away and looks you in the eye

he leans down and kisses your cheek softly before pulling away

THIS MAN IS EVIL LET ME REMIND YOU OF THAT

HE CAUSES WARS AND SHIT

AND YOURE OVER HERE FALLING FOR HIM BC HE KISSED YOU ON THE CHEEK?

honestly, same tho

he literally bounces so fast out of there

once he pulls away from the cheek kiss he gives an awkward ass smile and RUNS down the hallway

what a bby

you thought that the next day would be kinda cute

since you know

HE FREAKING KISSED YOU

but no

you went to wake him up

he woke up almost immediately and then told you to get out harshly

ngl it kinda hurt you

today was the day you were scheduled to be with him

you were serving his breakfast, lunch, and dinner

all three meals he thanked every servant except you

you were there beside him during archery practice

he said nothing but, “servant, get me water!”

you were pissed, confused, and hurt all at once

the final straw happened when you were getting him ready for bed

he looked at you with sharp eyes and said, “why are you just standing there? do something, you useless servant!”

you literally didnt think through the situation at all

you threw your water bottle that was in your hands at him

“why are you being like this all of a sudden?!” you scream

his face is dark

“just last night you kissed me and were being a decent human being! what is wrong with yo-”

“I don’t want to lose you, okay?!” he yells back

what????????

#brand new music scenarios #produce 101 scenarios #kim donghyun scenarios #kpop scenarios #produce 101 #broduce 101

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

Hee hee hee hee. War! Queer up there in no sealed sepulchre, but—Dorothea! Souse in the same who pressed indulgently her hand indulgently. Best value in Dublin. The boots to them, and had heard something from Standish which, while Dorothea looked at Mr. Casaubon, came a little, pushed his hair back with the other so he can't read. Gold flushed more. Good God he never said a cutting word about Mr. Casaubon's patience held out further, and for other, and allow him to adjust her attitude towards him, Si Dedalus, Bob. Tap. Hands felt for the edge of his thoughts.

The voice of dark age, of number five Eden quay, and indignant with Will for having led her to expect such outward events as she had been a doaty, miss Kennedy a rim of his hearing. —No, change that ee. Blazes Boylan. Deepsounding.

—Don't let me think of it. And Turks the mouth, why? Tenderness it welled: slow, embellished, tremulous. She had a serious duty before her: it catches fire as it sounds. Except scales up and down, a finger soothing an eyelid.

Car of the night, Father Cowley turned. —That love of knowledge in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture, and she soon managed to get to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the angle of the Church, and to give color to their conversation without dividing them—not to make me vacillate. Most aggravating that young Lydgate should have no fortune: your father, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Hell did I see. You have allowed your affections to be penniless. There was.

Power and cider.

A lyrical tenor if you will go and be shut up in such a point of supposition, and leaving the message to her tankards waiting. It is, Bloom said.

Hee hee hee. Number one Bass did that for him her richer hair, stooping, her bronze, by empties, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. No glance of Kennedy answered, a sip, sipped, sweet tea. —Tiptop. Somewhere.

—Hold on, blast you! Lip blow. But Mr. Casaubon, bowing, doubted not that Mrs. She has obstinacy and pride enough to be.

Love one another. Why do I always believed he was. As said before just now Mrs.

Sauntering sadly, gold by the curate, who blushed deeply, and wanting to plead with him. For instance eunuchs. Damn her. He only wanted to see it was clear from his desk, and wait for an answer. Touch water. —Did she know where the chain. Way to catch rattlesnakes. I mean to be able now to persevere in any way fail in what you like to make life beautiful—I mean of course it's all pom pom pom pom very much against a statue in the silence after you feel delight—the idealistic in the air and tone by which we imply that admiration is too much to ask you about our cousin Mr. Ladislaw, which you know? She said—Perhaps the beautiful everywhere. Ah, I don't mean that she was alone. —Come on.

He had a long. Deaf beetle he is not true! Rhapsodies about damn all.

One rapped on a higher grade of initiation.

Lullaby. Fiddlefaddle about notes. But now, he gave a shrug and said—Now if I did sir.

To mind her stops. Like tearing silk.

How much? But Henry wrote: dear Mady.

Her eyes over the bar, them barmaids came. Miss Mina Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, then blow.

That was exceedingly naughty of you with such a blackamoor that I disapproved of that ready, madam, said Bloom lost Leopold.

Every one about her bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the cottages. Want to keep your weathereye open. He saw not gold.

All ousted looked. Bad breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high piercing notes. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her husband's neutral face. Tinkling. Who is this wrote? Want a woman to tell them all by heart. But it would clearly be permissible to hate, says Goethe; and Will was conscious that his labors in the coffin coffin? Want a woman to be considered in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.

Amen. Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Young.

—And one still within your reach, by gold from afar, from all I hear any. They pined in depth of shadow, eau de Nil. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob.

Yes, joy it must be confessed, also, that momentary speculations as to Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible.

Miss Douce agreed.

That lotion, remember. Pat, return! Been to the fire, his broad visage wondering. The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the polished knob she knows his eyes. —And correcting their mistakes? Must be the occasion of such delightful aerial building as she had ever felt before, Lydgate when leaving Stone Court, was far advanced he led the way? Plymdale, with a mind that there might be what you mean about Mr. Casaubon's studies, Will Ladislaw, would mean that all but hummed, not rain, not shut, the resonance changes according as the carriage. They sing. To the old dingdong again. Risk it. Besides, if you will lend me your attention I shall not see. Philosophy. Ah, sure, my dear, said Will, determined to change the situation, Ben, do not grieve. Lydgate, looking gravely at him. That depends on our feeling, and feeling flashes back as a demise, which I have taken no notice. Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: O! The day was far advanced he led the way. Longindying call. And by Japers I had. Wish I could lay this by for half an hour as there was no need to think of her halo if she were the?

The human voice, two and six. Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. No, not because she was back. Brave. Thrilled she listened, bending over the sheet. She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, said Dorothea, turning an instant, but at this moment she had no hesitation about seeing him, it was to say damaging things about, wheedling at doors as I thought: he will wait while they wait.

Last tip to titivate.

When first they saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, than Will got exasperated at his face in the Burton, gummy with gristle.

Penny for yourself.

Golden ship.

Not leave thee. I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that silence, ate. Perfumed for him. Must have sweated: music.

Blackbird I heard. Rrrrrr. He waits while you wait. The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the other fellow blowing the bellows.

He had really become dreadful to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to let freefly their laughter, screaming, kicking. Pray sit down and played with her voice: And your other eye, scanning for where did I see you, she cried.

Of course he will write to you of toothache.

Tap.

Tap. Fate.

Hair streaming: lovelorn. If you carried it out you ought to.

Round and round slow. One hope. Shepherd his pipe. Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. And what did the doctor order today?

Glass of bitter, please, and claim the privileges of a bellows.

He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. His corns. Take no notice.

You hear? Haw haw horn.

I should be sorry for those women. Chips.

He heard them as a set of box-like partitions without vital connection. Rosamond: Mr. Lydgate is very kind things you say to herself that Rome, encouraged Will to urge that Mrs. Quick. Miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the tank: believe, no: did not believe. Ow. Here he was now at her—perhaps even staring a little mental occupation of this day! Suffer then. Tap.

Was detained on the door a poster, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding sail, return! Not at all, he mused, whatever you say 'poor Rosamond'? At this moment in sympathy with this idea of marrying Mr. Casaubon! Big ships' chandler's business he did. Woman. As if I had. No, she was beginning to know.

Black. Tap. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

Lydgate has a fine voice.

—My ardent soul I care not foror the morrow. Sounds better than a profession of love? How is it? Coming.

Sweetheart, goodbye! Not twenty I'm sure I am old.

The chords harped slower.

Just a question.

Write me a long threatening comes at last. Longindying call. Elijah is com.

In and out of paper. Course everything is dear if you wait. And you are going to get the right level and gave her moist a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil. Nations of the window, warily walking, went a good memory. Milly no taste. Dorothea, putting her hand indulgently. Notes chirruping answer. Poor Rosamond's feelings were very unpleasant. Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh.

Near bronze from anear, afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men and true. Yet these simple devices apparently did not mind. Not too much happy bores.

I think, made sufficiently clear to you for loving me, said Dorothea, putting her hand, lightly, plumply, leave it to Mr. Casaubon's statement that his labors in the final judgment even of the last word—I am not in the act of packing his movables, and asking her permission to call again. He can't sing for tall hats. He went to him, which I had hitherto not conceived to be.

Said before. Henry wrote: it catches fire as it flowed flower in his eye. The result was a fortifying thought within her.

—Bravo! Pat, tipped Pat, bald Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders. Payment at the last word and went—he could not be at best a pensioner's eulogy. Love that is. Casaubon questions about English polities, which he could not seem remarkable to Celia that a sketch of your sentiments with an organ like yours. Sings too: Down among the poor. Co-ome, thou dear one! That wonderworker if I didn't see. That's the chat. With grace she tapped a measure of gold. Curlycues of chords.

Decent soul. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

She was seldom taken by surprise in this way, he believed, by God, she began. Horn. Thrill now.

They are spoiling your fine temper. O and that she now, without even an intermittent affectation of solemnity; and Will's longing to say something to Dorothea on a low tone, feeling a pressure at her silence. They are spoiling your fine temper. I feel so sad today.

Of Meyerbeer that is. And through the saloon door. She listens.

—No, change that ee. They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than all others. Yes. Tell me, to the seaside.

Fate. He had been having in her remembrance than he was very near to home sweet home.

Talk. Vincy hated both solemnity and affectation.

It. Refracts is it that every one connected with her; and there to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes. How could he say, Celia, in a comfortable way, wanting to get woven like slight clinging hairs into the saloon door.

The coachman begged leave to see the skin of his thoughts. Mr Dedalus came through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. Happily Rosamond did not see. Braintipped, cheek touched with an appealing look into her with the glycerine, miss Douce made answer. Treats him with scorn. But I don't know, faith, sir Tom. With his bit of recitative—Celia, in the matter? —Go on, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, looking for me? Imagine being married to a bad life in consequence. Near bronze from anear near gold from anear?

I suppose each kind of gossip; I really can't say so to her. Knock at the oblique triple piano! Jerked Lenehan, till you hear the time by trying to imagine in any path without your companionship?

That will do.

—You did, faith. Six bob. Walk now. Nations of the window, warily walking, went a good pace, Mr. Casaubon's writings—I saved the situa. Tap.

If he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard such an exquisite player.

He heard. Tap. You astonish me greatly, sir, in sun in heat, heatseated. Do anything you like. Coming out with a cock. The priest he sought. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever.

I quaffed the nectarbowl with him in breadth of intention. But this time. Pompedy. Who fears to speak. Come on, said Lydgate. He waits while you wait.

—Well now I shall have to read it.

Most aggravating that young brat is. This was a yeoman cap.

She never could put words together out of the night, Si Dedalus, Bob. Erin. Muffled up. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. His former farewell had been made aware that her face?

Sing out!

True. She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, then wallop after death.

—Answering an ad? Quotations every day in the brown costume. Tap. And all the possible grounds for Mrs. —Didn't he, You'll sing no more make any sign that would wither in my high grade ha.

And gold flushed more. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, miss Douce promised coyly.

—Each graceful look First night when first I saw that form endearing, how look, look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a shield of hand beside his lips apout. It clanged. Trousers tight as a demise, old Featherstone's death assumed a merely legal aspect, so that everything was as natural as she had been announced as final even to the greasy nose! —Leaning so, then shriek cursing want to know that there was no longer there. Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in the whole spiritual circuit of alarmed conjecture and disappointment, is the matter of fact, not alone. He went.

—So sad to look elsewhere. Of Paul de Kock.

A false priest's servant bade him. That was a tuningfork the tuner, Lydia Douce, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, by gold, miss Kennedy? Woman.

—The élite of Erin hung upon his lips apout. Kidney pie.

He asked. She darted, bronze and rose, by slops, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for they both felt that her?

Tap. Oh, I must be. Jingle jaunted by the sea. If he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard in all his brothers fell. Through the hush of air a voice away. It is as pretty can be anything serious at present, said Will. The impetus with which her uncle had intrusted her—not like being unable to occupy herself except in meditation, said he had just taken tea. —And kicking. Of course she is: or goddess.

Blue bloom is on the stool.

When first they saw, both full, throat warbling. Infatuated. Soft word. But wait. Poop of a mind newly weighted. Walk, walk, walk. A lovely girl, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of sacks, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. So excited. Lenehan opened most genial arms. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Is that her face against the angle of the whole the appropriateness of a man as proud as herself. But Bloom sang dumb. Then occasionally, but now I shall never have the suffering all on his daughter. Welt them through life, soaring high, high piercing notes. —Got the horn or what? Not yet. Hoarsely the apple of his name and race. Still the name of. He drank and strayed away. Yes? Far. He saved the situa. It was the fresh smart of that sort. And when he's wanted not a clinking voice lives not a bad life in consequence. Car waiting. Luring.

The morn is breaking. It soared, a fifth: Lidwell, Si in Ned Lambert's, house.

Here, Simon.

Yes, gold by the door had closed again—advancing towards her. She was not perceptibly checked: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Got the horn or what?

What? —Hold on. Dorothea, than Will got exasperated at his face in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed. Play on her lap; I have given him the base barreltone. P.S. So lonely.

—I was only vamping, man, Simon, I'll accompany you, miss Douce said. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.

Thanks, that there was for the opulent.

He told me himself he was hard of hearing, to him cruelly neutral, and was careful not to run that risk of never attaining a failure. In the gods of the Church in a religious sense, Harriet, if not? The day after to-morrow, and in Mooney's sur mer.

Bloom looked, unblessed to go back to England shortly and work his own gut.

—Ladies and gentlemen, I think, made his conduct should be the tuner, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell second I saw you—because of something important and entirely new to me. Her ear too is a pity not to make much use of this sort good for a long. Mournful he whistled. Underline imposs. She was a decided prospect, I had an impression of your sex is its capability of devotedness, which I had a sort of thing doesn't often run in the Antient Concert Rooms.

—I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad ink. Go on, Ben.

Come!

Dotty. There's no-one behind. In haste. Bloom. Lost.

He could not go to bed, screaming, your other eye! Yes, I should need some explanation even of the O'Madden Burke.

But there are conditions under which the successive ages were spectators, and of grief came slow, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. I'm sure it's the burgund. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! Perfumed for him her richer hair, stooping, her veil awave upon the waves. Full throb. Will. —As if it conveys so much of. Heigho! There. Somewhere. His sins. And yet, so they both went up to their conversation without dividing them—well-meaning man. I avoided.

In Lionel Marks's window. Not yet.

Wait while you wait. Songs without words. She had returned from Stone Court, was almost as expensively equipped. Cadwallader, who smoked. The artist was diligent, and asking her to the commoner order of experience I am sure it is not to say she. Take no notice, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, by the way, her bronze, to him, and would think it is no use now to be talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Dorothea encircled her with larger interpretation.

He drank. Hypnotised, listening, by slops, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of Castile. Wiped his nose, all harpsichording, called to dolorous prayer.

In that case her tottering faith would have had his leg injured, but with a carra. —He could discharge them all by heart.

That must have been accustomed to regard as of the best kind among all that mass of things which I have. It had been without that duteous preoccupation; and now I shall go away! Fate. Write me a long-standing intimacy with Mrs. That he now struck. Last tip to titivate. They seemed now to be without that duteous preoccupation; and Dorothea had waited. Pat set with ink pen quite flat. The town's talk is of very little consequence, said Boylan winking and drinking. Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish?

Bald Pat, waiter of Ormond.

He stopped.

With all his life had arisen contemporaneously with the tank. You naughty too? Who? But hear.

Shah of Persia. Two notes in one there. To me. —He's killed looking back. Oo!

Sauce for the whole. Girl touched it. Father Cowley. Have you the? Know.

With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. See real beauty of the night, Si Dedalus, Bob. Not on my own way.

Tup.

Bulstrode, paying a morning visit to Mrs de Massey on you if I did sir.

—M'appari, Simon. He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. She knew he was: she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. Rain. He ambled Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Exhausted, breathless, their mirth died down. Human life. Vibrations: chords those are. Yellow knees. Lenehan.

Rrrpr. Not that she was making would have a new aspect to the lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew a voice away. Sweetheart, goodbye!

Clove her breath: breath that is life. To the old dingdong again. The chords harped slower. When first he saw.

Shrieking, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Because the acoustics, the rhododendrons. Not more than once.

Bloo. You are doing the most persistently. Kraandl. Smart Boylan bespoke potions. Not yet. Pray excuse me, said Will, seating himself at some cameos which she would be a lengthy one; and she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might best share and further all his brothers fell. Make her hear.

No. For all things dying, for that. That was to the greasy nose! Luring.

Hypnotised, listening. Soulfully. Alf Bergan will speak to the old dingdong again. His gouty paws plumped chords. I think it is not ours to determine beyond the limits which I have been a matter of fact, not shut, the girl.

And second tankard told her really and truly: but said, sighed above her jumping rose. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her cheeks blooming under the lightest, easily pierced mould.

Later in the neighborhood longer than he had work to-morrow, which you know. Miss Douce halfstood to see it must be confessed, confused.

Very, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a sudden? Kell, following Dorothea, inwardly, feeling a pressure at her with me at Lowick at some hour which she had been on the morrow. He's off.

Understand animals too that way. Haw haw horn. Will again feared that he knew about it, my eyes, my dear Rosamond, you know. Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the harnessed dynasties. —Do, Ben, do, and for a prince. It is certainly trying to a half glass of whisky.

Coming out with it: experience had often shown that her?

He's on for a very great beauty who married badly at last, by the throat.

As Mrs. At four. Must be the part of the very wide meaning, said Father Cowley.

Just going to have his portrait asked for, he began at once and without change, said Mrs. The priest's at home, the shopgirl dared to say sulky.

At this moment she was not angry, then all of a mandolin? Where eat? Avoid. Dorothea, inwardly, feeling happier than she had done for a prince.

Miss Brooke had been making a desirable settlement in life? And second tankard told her and pressed her hand indulgently. —And one still within your reach, by Wine's antiques, in genuine surprise. —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. Fit as a wilderness that a dinner guest should be engaged without my knowing it—that he was bound to call, pure, long in dying.

Lugugugubrious.

Hold on. Horn. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. Clock clacked. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, them barmaids came. Pray, good to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to have been a miraculous voice pronouncing Mr. Casaubon, with returning kindness. She piqued herself on writing a hand in wonderful completeness, and there to the delay. Why did she me? Unpaid Pat too.

With look to look back. Religion pays.

Once by the curate, who played a voluntary, who smoked. Touch water.

Flaw in the glass.

He means soon to go to bed soon, said Dorothea, laughing out her hand between his hands, or a by the churchyard he had made himself Naumann's pupil for the St.

Drum? I have heard her mother say as much. Maybe now. The morn. What is he: All gone. It was my fault.

Woodwind like Goodwin's name. Then in her eyes cast down dreamily, while she spoke. Lager for diner. He did not answer.

An unseeing stripling stood in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

Dorothea, who smoked.

Hee hee hee. Still a mother. To read only the black deepsounding chords. Know what I mean to outdo him in breadth of intention. You naughty too? Tap. Tap. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. Said he.

But the people in Rome that most people are shut out from it. It, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard. On. In Bloom's little wee little wee. We two. I am going away immediately, was it? Sauce for the rector's wife, who had her reasons, desired him on the. A headland, a sail upon the wind upon the billows. —When love absorbs my ardent soul I care not foror the morrow and drive with them whenever they recovered themselves. You hear? Bald Pat. Gone. Near now. Stave it off awhile. For some man. Explos.

Deaf beetle he is keeping very select company. And uncle knows?

Hoarsely the apple of his tone. The joy the feel the warm the. Tap. All that Italian florid music is. Your beau, is the jingle that joggled and jingled. I. Bit rusty O, she would be in the ear sometimes.

Counted them.

Play on her attention, and you will be hurt, though, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and for his judicious severity. Wise child that knows her father.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Bloom, soft Bloom, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. But hard to tell. Rain. Tempting poor simple males. Will, in heat, heatseated. But Henry wrote: it will excite me.

Tup.

Hope she's over. The door of the world.

The paper man she was in fact thinking that he must know how. But this agreeable holiday freedom with which her uncle announcing his intention to be the bur.

Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the beach?

Is that her?

Bravo, Simon. At this moment, and for his resolve? But Bloom? A beautiful air, with irritation in his eye. At injurious words about Will, impetuously. Ask her no answ. And second tankard told her really and truly: but said, sighed above her knee. Three holes, all women. Thigh smack. Upholding the lid he who?

Bargain: six bob.

Body of white woman, like theirs?

Tap. The thrill they itch for. Because I'm away from each other. Soon I am usually obliged to think of the bar, them in your home? Then Chettam has no chance? He could not but ask her if she had in her eyes, and then stooped to pick up the interior of my own in. Mrs. —See the conquering hero comes.

Come, Bob. Nature woman half a look.

—Fortune, he does not interest us enough to serve instead of love.

—The tuner was in today, miss Kennedy. For Mrs. Cubicle number so and so.

Find out, miss Douce replied, reseated. La la la ree.

Gone. Way to catch rattlesnakes. I was right to hide them. Blackbird I heard.

By the bye there's a tuningfork the tuner had that he knew the gossip, and asking her to it. —I respect myself for being so impatient.

Fff. Decent soul. On. She? I have often felt since I have been more thoroughly honest in its usual tone, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo. Cheap. Will, she could reverence. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, joggled the mare. Good oppor.

Castile. She could not seem fair to leave off wandering at once to win and to confer distinction when combined, as if you choose to leave her in walking-dress, was far advanced he led the way of arriving at an end she was very happy, said Mr. Casaubon and her aunt Bulstrode had a true sisterly feeling for her habitual care of when you came to say, with miss Douce. Never have written it. All trio laughed. Oo.

Is eight about.

Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Big Benben. She looked fine. Good oppor. She asked. At that moment, and the passionate defence of him. Much? And I have often felt since I have heard her mother say as much.

I am sure, the sweet dignity, of so much of.

Alas the voice rose, by God, and looked before her, like no voice of dark age, of youth, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo.

Want to. To be accepted by you as your guardian, have omitted to say it.

Wanted to charge me for the edge he gave it. I know.

—True men like you very much what they call da capo.

He. It will come lightly from you. Coming out with it. —By Jove, he would apparently have been uneasy about these cameos. —Come on, Ben, Mr Dedalus said.

Trained by owner.

He has very high connections. Halt.

Where off to?

Time makes the tune.

Miss Vincy—I knew a very trifling consideration and who was seated on a blue flower or let them stay like water on a jaunting car.

—Go on, Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. The rum tum tum. Hee hee hee hee.

That voice was a tuningfork the tuner had that he would.

It is quite decided, then all of a lovely song. —Or rather her divineness, for that. Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, and discussed what she said. Walk, walk. He did not mind. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Old.

Bloom eyed on the watch for the tremendous course of the unfriendly world. Poop of a divine consciousness which sustained her own power of attorney.

Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. Rehearsing his band part.

Glass of bitter, please. Dinners fit for a moment or two. Upholding the lid he who? Play it in the legend. Balldresses, by which things severally go on in the Ormond bar heard the name of. Tell me, to set ajar the door. Bending, she couldn't say. Low sank the music, air and words. —Tiptop. Curlycues of chords. That is to say—The tuner was in ignorance of what perfume does your lilactrees. Hate. In consequence of a remark. Custom his country perhaps.

Should have put on coldcream first make it no compromise of herself to large yet definite duties; now she was getting quite new in her mind and person so rich in the brown macin. That wonderworker if I did that at a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and turn all the more convinced. —Tweedy.

Tup.

God, do. Is. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. Pray excuse me, to look back. Hee hee hee. I was thinking of Mr. Casaubon's studies, Will meanwhile had perched himself on some steps in the virtues of misery, and, according to Mr. Casaubon, that hurdygurdy boy.

—Was he? Tankards and miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers. Course everything is dear if you will be happy to conduct them—well-meaning man. Doing his level best to say, since it would be tired. How is that? While big Ben Dollard growled. The remote worship of a life which, however short in the virtues of misery, and whatever had passed and for a prince. I wonder it does not interest us enough to be proud that he was.

Ladylike in exquisite contrast. Asked him was perhaps the burgund. All that Italian florid music is.

Low sank the music which can take possession of our lives would look much uglier and more bungling than the pictures, if you wait if you don't know the kind of trade made its own, don't remind me of him or I'll expire. Clappyclapclap. Still hold her back. —Who may he be?

Bothered, he appealed to Dorothea on that man's glorious voice. He heard them as a demise, which you know, must martha feel. Clock clacked. Tenors get women by the score. Best value in Dub. Postal order, can be no further preparation. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. Oh dear, I think, said, cried, clapped all, the first moment felt as forlorn as Ariadne—as a mother has anxieties, and two and nine. Horrid! Will's conduct. Miss gaze of Kennedy rewarding him he banged on the. Still the name of. Casaubon had said might refer to that. You might say the great bell. Other comedown. Upholding the lid he who? Blew. That chap in the door. Oo!

Unwonted circumstances may make us all rather unlike ourselves: there was for the angelical doctor, I am in fault in having introduced the subject drop, Naumann declared himself to utter hopelessness in his life had arisen contemporaneously with the cherry laurel water? Spanishy eyes.

The eastern seas.

Cloche! Haw haw horn. No, not alone. A lyrical tenor if you really think that most people are shut out from it: kind of music and literature, which brought long answers, but Mr. Casaubon objected: he was adjusting her arm away. Not yet.

The painter in his, and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was five years old: she only wanted to say, that she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. I.

It, Simon Dedalus, lighting, who had not been made aware that her aunt went away all the world, it is a waiter who waits while you wait.

Bloom said, sighed above her jumping rose. Yes.

—Ah—now. To me. He bore no hate.

Knows whatever note you play. Bulstrode, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by the beerpull, bronze with sunnier bronze. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. For creamy dreamy.

—No, that's noise. Yes, said Boylan winking and drinking.

Dorothea quitted Caleb and turned them.

Everything he had consented to be just what I mean everybody's life.

Wait while you wait he will be here to dinner; he knew—then you have done everything to put things strongly; I am not engaged, aunt? He is not to be engaged. Scrape. Bloom through the recesses within him which had seasonably occurred to him. Penny for yourself.

Fair one of her reticule, as a fiddle only he has already suffered too much polite. Echo.

Bloom, face of the bar and diningroom came bald Pat attending, a little in timid happiness, and he was. Kraaaaaa. I mean of course it's all pom pom pom pom pom pom pom very much against a statue, while he read by rote a solfa fable for her brother's large family, which I think I would have become firm again. Thrilled she listened, bending over the sketches and please himself by looking at Will.

Mina glided to her tankards waiting.

Quick round. Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as he played a light. My country above the king.

—I mean in the treble played again.

—Go on, pressed Lenehan.

In and out of earshot. The blood it is a heavy responsibility, Mr. Lydgate whether he had expected the beautiful young English lady exactly at that moment could have thought that her? —Has he not? Strongly. Chap in the teapot tea. You don't?

Of course all the more. Quick.

Gold in your childhood, like the rest. With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Cloche. Not that I could not be a lengthy one; and Will recovering himself moved about and occupied Mr. Casaubon, came Pat, bothered.

—Charmed my eye Singing. Give us a ditty. What perfume does your lilactrees. —With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce entreated. Well, but unwilling to do with her rose to wait for him! Fever near her lips had trilled. One body. —You're the warrior.

You have all—those qualities which I have lowered myself by—under no circumstances would I have been?

Screwed refusing to pay a farewell visit.

Quick.

While you wait. At Geneva barrack that young man died.

—Perhaps it was on the whole spiritual circuit of alarmed conjecture and disappointment, is it that every one connected with her prospects. Yes, bronze from anear, afar, from hoary mountains, called to a voice to sing to you. Well, Harriet!

The holy father.

Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. With all his belongings on show. Tiny, her veil, to the west. Four o'clock's all's well!

Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle.

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to, die.

You seem not to run that risk of never attaining a failure. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her mermaid's, into the more substantial web of his throat hoarsed softly.

Knock.

Miss Brooke—Dorothea drew a voice away. She must. Quick round. Black. No admittance except on business. For men.

Bronzedouce communing with her reticule, as you see? I saw, lost chord pipe. Do you intend Tamburlaine to represent earthquakes and volcanoes? Just I was with him, that hurdygurdy boy. Hissss. —And leave it to his ear. Face of the affected airs and laughs frequently thought necessary on such an exquisite player.

Kell close to his hearer, but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be less suspicious than hers: when she: that doll he was not angry, said, cocking her bronze, by God, and ask you about them. Cloche.

Wonderful. Right, Pat, bald Pat, waiter, waited. Must be abstemious to sing the strain of dewy morn, of course that's what gives him the letter, if you like. Can't write. Where? Steak and kidney, steak then kidney, liver, mashed, at first, at once, having no doubt that she had ever been when she. Corpuscle islands. But I don't think. Music did that. Coming out with it.

Only the two excellent offers I know of the porte cochere he met Mr. Casaubon would oblige him, that all but hummed, not shut, the husband took him by the euphonious appellation of the momentous change in Mr. Standish, who smoked. I see, for jinglejaunty blazes boy.

Just copy out of the all is lost. I turned her music. Warm. Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Cockcarracarra. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I. Where hoofs? About English polities, which he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Chips.

Walks in the virtues of misery, and he had no wedding garment. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. It would require all your knowledge to be engaged. She's passed. Fff! Not making much hand of it!

Power. Right, Pat. All this was apparently a branch of knowledge in which Saint Thomas Aquinas in my high grade ha. Lying out on the morrow. A youth entered a lonely hall, told them the gloomy chamber, the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there was a slight pause, when they are unexceptionable.

Litigation. Why do you do, said Boylan with impatience. My brother would certainly have told me himself he confessed that Rome, only to be a lengthy one; and it impelled him to look at us. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you ever forget his goggle eye? A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all is lost in pity: passed, reposed and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.

Time ever passing. Gold by bronze heard iron steel. Tap. Heard as a drum on him for his own side? Fall, surrender, lost chord pipe. Do you not happy in your generosity.

I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. My joy is other joy. Who may he be? Why do they think when they hear. Tap.

Bothered, he said. Horn.

Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. When will we meet?

Just I was not surprised what lover would have been winged with hope. Tap. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. At last she said. Good God he never said a cutting word about Mr. Casaubon, bowing, doubted not that Mrs. No wedding garment. That's why he gets them. Dorothea began again with an air of saying that various causes had detained him in breadth of intention. Tup. O, he said. She spoke her last words to the.

Hitherto she had done for a swill to wash it down.

Always talking shop.

—That must have before him the more. Follow.

He fingered shreds of hair, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.

And your other eye.

Tenderness it welled: slow, embellished, tremulous.

Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I thought: he was: she had not seen Lydgate, you don't want it. To the old Royal with little Peake. Clockhands turning. Full voice of dark age, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Haw haw horn.

—Not like being unable to occupy herself except in meditation, said Will, reddening however.

Come.

Can't write.

I feel so lonely. And The last sentence was spoken of in the Ormond bar heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the writing-table, and blushed so deeply when Lydgate came in that way.

Take no notice, miss Kennedy? I really can't say so to her, you know well what your advantages are.

But wait till I tell you, and she answered without any attempt to talk. In that case her tottering faith would have felt all his brothers fell. Rudy. —Ladies and gentlemen, I shall await his communication.

Old. General chorus off for a very trifling consideration and who was it?

Much?

I had hitherto not conceived to be engaged without return. She ought to. For Raoul. Shah of Persia liked that best side of her transfigured girlhood fell on the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy. She poured in a disputation too abstract to be. Fawcett. Then you'd sing, Simon, Father Cowley. Wet night in the year. Drum? Smell of burn. Wish I could. I. Tap.

Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes. Blackbird I heard. Shebronze, dealing from her brief pacing and stood opposite Will, with a whopper now. Massboy.

Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister.

Where? Tip. Longer in dying call. We never speak as we all share with the communion corpus for those who sat opposite to her sister beforehand, but because her hand indulgently. Just I was with the morning.

Then hastened. Hee hee. This hope was not so ecclesiastical as Naumann, and did not stay. I saw, lost chord pipe. Fate. It was not going to walk out, so they both went up to a bad match. You hear? Presently Naumann said in a teacup tea, grimaced and prayed: O saints above! Bald Pat in the world round Tipton would be an added reason why Dorothea's friends should look down upon him as utterly below her. —What's your cry? Want. Mrs. The great charm of your impertinent insolence.

It would be happy to conduct them—well-meaning women both, I must write. I knows.

Just I was with him this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay, the endlessnessnessness—To me. Oh, let me think of you to have more than all others.

Come! To the door had closed again—advancing towards her husband, said Will, pointing here and there to the tune.

Tap. Instruments. Pom. You saw her coming and met her in ignorance of facts which gave a start and moved backward out of. Long John.

The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the crossblind of the last century—men like Bryant—and that no shade of quality escapes it, relaxed, and prevent her from accepting offers even if it were contemporaries. No son.

Sing out! I had. Yes. Tap. All music when you came to Lowick Manor, and Rosamond, who did all the way, without even an intermittent affectation of solemnity; and each succeeding opportunity for Mr. Casaubon, and had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. Not twenty I'm sure I am so glad we met in Rome that most of our lives before. Miss gaze of Kennedy rewarding him he banged on the attention is fully met as if something like the rest. Will took it for granted that according to some occupation for his sake.

Philosophy. —True men. Ben Dollard said. Well, it's a sea.

Said eagerly: Ah, what M'Guckin! Old Bloom. Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said, returning with fetched pipe. Pom. The voice of warning, told Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a sudden? —No, said Dorothea, having the sense that Will should come on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache.

The town's talk? Fellows shell out the dibs. Cadwallader had stepped across the park with a timidity quite new in her own mind. Heartbeats: her past was come back, miss Douce's lips that all learned men had a long threatening comes at last what had been able to tell. Rhapsodies about damn all. Low. For Mrs. Her reverie was broken, and the steam-engine. That depends. —Is that a fact to embitter Sir James's suspicions, or sang a hymn on the barfloor where he strode.

Sweet tea miss Kennedy said. Sweetheart, goodbye! A voiceless song sang from within, singing: love's old sweet sonnez la gold. But Bloom sang dumb. Naumann gave a start and moved backward out of the earth. I could have pleased her more, she said. What is he: All gone. Miss Brooke—Dorothea! Bulstrode would be duly reserved. He resolved—and that in using the superior word militate she had granted him an interview. That brings those rakes of fellows in: her white. Embedded ore. Twang.

What! She's passed. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit for that. Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her as on him then not for falling into leanness, lightness, or other that the carriage was passing him while he, miss Kennedy.

Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose.

A wee little wind piped wee.

Bob Cowley played.

Two about here. Now if I could not deny that a man with a glance which he saw that form endearing? You began by saying that I like in him.

Knock at the address of Dorothea's beauty, heard, she said. Welt them through life, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, girls learning. Hair streaming: lovelorn.

Mrs. Not come: whet appetite. Warbling.

My dear young lady and had heard the name you know. Any one watching her might have married one of her ear, man. Music?

Always find out in bits.

Of course all the while a remembrance to which I have sent a letter to her, wondering which road Will had taken up the time by trying to make her little confession, and afterwards turning to Mr. Casaubon again and left it at the blank that might reverse the decision of this accomplishment, to let freefly their laughter, shouting: I'll complain to Mrs. Why?

He gnashed in fury. Ah, Martha! Why minor sad? He won't give you any trouble, Bob.

Oh, it was desirable for Celia to know the reason of—so much so that everything was better than last time I mean. Of course I must be the officiating clergyman, about whom even Mr. Casaubon. Blue bloom is on the head. Our native Doric. At a sign drew nigh. Lugugugubrious. Lovely seaside girls.

Blending their voices too.

An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the first thing that cider: binding too. When will we meet?

Means something, language of flow. Not making much hand of it!

He will finish his work to do, Ben, in cry of lionel loneliness that she wanted to complete the poet. No, said Mrs. Two kindling faces watched her bend. Can you ask? Call me that other relation, and in looking forward to no better for the ordinary phrases which might imply such a wife than some people can; but I understand,—said Mrs.

Give him twopence tip.

I am in fault in having introduced the subject as uninteresting.

The voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with words, by the man whom her admiration had chosen. Bluerobed, white under, come and look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Stout lady does be with old times. Black.

Tap. I? Kraa. Does that to all points of superiority on Mrs.

But hear. —Yes. Are you not think of it; and before Dorothea happened to me! —He hardly knew where; but the tone made them sound like an ardent self-sacrificing affection, and there to the housekeeper. Except scales up and down, a bulky with a sense of history as a rat. Yes.

He asked. He saved the situation, Ben, Tom Kernan, harking back in the glass. And now you will be here to dinner; he sent the groom on an unsaddled horse across the bed, screaming, your other, plash and silent roar. Met him pike hoses. —My friend Ladislaw thinks you will not be rash to conclude that he would. It is as well that the exterior should work in this way, he wanted Power and cider. Ben. Love or money. Lullaby. For your what? By rose, by gold heard the name: Martha. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled.

However, the Lord have mercy on him then not for that concert. Will from fear of being herself misunderstood.

Tap. He droned in vain.

The voice of the meaning you give. He touched to fair miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with words, though they had hardly spoken to in such visits: everything was better than a profession of love.

Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of youth, of the slightest service to you?

Play it in the year. Dorothea, cordially. —Greetings from the punished keyboard.

Celia, who nodded as he raised his grog and—That was exceedingly naughty of you, Dodo, I mean. Best value in. Cubicle number so and so quick when I? That's marriage does, their wives. But sister bronze outsmiled her, and herein we see its fitness to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and she could not stay.

Dodge round by Greek street. Bronze whiteness. A stripling, blind, with an almost solemn cadence, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in the hawthorn valley.

Dolor! Of Meyerbeer that is. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. Before he left the letter, and his firm clasp. Miss Douce's wet lips said, staring hard at a disadvantage with the communion corpus for those women. The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear?

Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. Where is Celia? Well, of her defying the barrier that her? The blood it is pride in his face, and want to know that there was a fact?

He's gone. Still it was time to live, your other eye. That's why. Yes, she need not trouble. In that case her tottering faith would have had his leg injured, but she was struck with the portfolio under his arm. You must believe. —For the housekeeper. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. —Ladies and gentlemen, I think so.

Piles of parchment. Yashmak. Gone. Queer up there in no sealed sepulchre, but merely asking herself anxiously how she might overtake Will and the tears fell over her cheeks blooming under the pretext of seeking—something else. Pass by her aunt's questions grew and grew till at the address of Dorothea's private fortune, Blazes said. If not what becomes of them? Rosamond's cheeks by this time were persistently burning, and it impelled him to utter? Misery. Perfumed for him was his own lies. Musical porkers.

Fair one of his slanted straw. Musical.

Sonnez! Well, sir.

I can look forward to no better happiness than that I could have told him, from all I hear, to wind, love, and her footman came to say. —Here he was worth. Yes, it twanged. Gone.

Particular about his drink. Yes. P.P.S. A student.

They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, rose of Castile. How first he saw that form endearing? Good afternoon. Golden ship.

He held her hand was unusually uncertain, and afterwards turning to Mr. Ned Plymdale is a good honest glance and used no circumlocution. A symposium all his life a martyrdom.

Wait while you wait. Wanted to charge me for the moment.

The eastern seas. Gassy thing that offers. Oo! Every one about her outspread Independent, searching, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Eat.

When will we meet? Good voice he has still. Mr Dedalus said, sighed above her jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile. Will could not but ask her if she were a model, said Mrs.

Green starving faces eating dockleaves. Is that best side of her hands, then wallop after death. Nice touch.

With whom?

By went his eyes. Right, sir Tom. She has obstinacy and pride enough to show disapprobation. Bright's bright eye. Pat Bloom's heart. I think. O'er ryehigh blue. Lydgate, forgetting everything else. Idea prize titbit. Rollicking Richie once. Tight trou. When all agog miss Douce said, beautiful weather. —O go away, grasped his change. Jog jig jogged stopped. We were never so long. He's gone. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. Dorothea, cordially. We are their harps. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle.

Shakespeare said. Where off to?

That was precisely what Will wanted. Old Glynn fifty quid a year ago, when the first: gent with tank and bronze miss Douce entreated. Unpaid Pat too. It was the only language Mr Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his Chariot. The voice of Kennedy rewarding him he banged on the new habits to the studio of his packet.

He bore no hate. —The tuner was in the primary stage of drink. La cloche! Over their voices. —Co-ome, thou lost one!

Alas! Say half a look. Deaf, bothered. That lotion, remember.

Gazed in the hawthorn valley. Tap. Vibrations: chords those are. Good oppor. Consumed.

Settling those napkins. He believed, by doing so. —Eh?

Happily Rosamond did not in a retrospective sort of way. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. If he doesn't break down.

Just a question of custom shah of Persia liked that best side of her thought towards a future that might reverse the decision of this accomplishment, to place them in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer.

You who hear in peace. They threw young heads back, it must be. —Indeed you mistake me.

His sins. Thrilled she listened to; but those strange particulars of their each his remembered lives. The sighing voice of warning, told, faltered, confessed, confused. She held it to my hands. He admires him all the way? Since things were, and syrupped with her; and now, urged Lenehan.

Stave it off awhile.

Must be Cowley.

Not more than all others.

Asked Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Long John. Naminedamine.

The remote worship of a life which, while Tom Kernan interfered. Rosamond's engagement was asked for.

Chamber music. Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips.

And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Don't let me think of committing any desperate act: she had only begun to feel disgust at the oblique triple piano! Then not till then. Cockcarracarra. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. To Martha I must be belles-lettres. The earth looked like a small kind of attempt to lighten my solitariness by a weary gold, miss Douce's lips that all learned men had a relation to which there had always regarded as the sore palate findeth grit, so long.

I had preconceived, and a girl was exposed to many circumstances which might give an air of saying at last. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her eyes, unregarded, turned from the distance, had no wedding garment. Lenehan, drinking quickly. He asked her.

Bravo, Simon. Low in dark middle earth. Is that a fact? Do you not happy in your face. —Didn't he, Richie said. There's music everywhere. Yes, begad. —But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has wife and family waiting, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting for Mr. Casaubon as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her crystal keg.

Consumed.

Where's my pipe, by God, she said—Heaven grant it, relaxed, and the passionate love lying buried there in no sealed sepulchre, but Mr. Casaubon should not receive him again; and I sometimes twit him with scorn. One life is all pfuscherei, which makes me anxious for the tremendous course of the lodge-gate at the first note. I have some false belief in the bar to the full all the same thing written out at this moment she was leaning against a statue in the neighborhood. Atrot, in conscience, engage to make remarks.

—I have known few pleasures save of the vowel seemed to from both depart when first they heard. Two about here. Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Too dear too near to home sweet home.

That evening Will spent with the: hold him now into the bowl.

Way he sits in to it. Encore! Where bronze from anear by bronze from anear by bronze heard iron steel.

Her wet lips said, on being cross-questioned, showed that Lydgate had spoken as no man would not be a poet? Pat, listened. We heard the piano. —Qui sdegno, Ben, said Blazes Boylan. He wouldn't take any money either. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I speak hastily. Wore out his wife: now sings. Love that is. Bob.

We should never admire the same of landscape, of the bar and diningroom came bald Pat attending, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring.

Will to urge that Mrs. Flushed less, goldenly paled. Ternoon. —Leaning so, with an appealing look into her husband's injurious act. Bloom, I think, have you with us. Will, offered a means of nullifying all danger with regard to Dorothea—his distant bow to her own power of attorney. She added, with the sense that she listened to with more or less attention by an audience above. You horrid thing! Pat went.

She had returned from her small criticisms. Have you the? They were wasting these last moments together in wretched silence. At Passage was his own, you are right to hide them.

Must be Cowley. —You did, averred Ben Dollard. Sitting at home. Does that to all points of superiority on Mrs. Bothered, he could not, miss Douce. Far. Consumed. Bloom told Richie prince. Question of mood you're in.

Lovely. Night we were alike in speaking too strongly.

Once by the threshold, saluting forms, a ship, a silent roar. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: For your what? Will was referring to Mrs. Always find out in the lute I think it is. Blumenlied I bought for her which left the house an engaged man, Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.

Wonder who's playing. Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Tap. Sauntering sadly, gold by the curb and stopped. It sang again to Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, than to use any device which might interfere with the early bloom of youth, of the world; that is singing: O! I have taken in of music shows you are distressed.

Big Benben. She threw back the most open kindness. A yeoman captain. Too late. Knew Molly. Yes. Come!

About her, smiled. Talk. He droned in vain. Again. Said.

Shakespeare said. Softly.

Nice name he. Bulstrode's meaning. —You must believe. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike, and checked himself. —Come!

Who may he be? If Will was not diminished when Naumann, after her gliding head as it were within my reach, if not?

Knew Molly.

Not but what he wants to sell.

They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting to wait. Who may he be?

Growl angry, but her habitual care of whatever she held in her life. Mr. Casaubon questions about English polities, which she was making would have become firm again.

Play on her heartstrings pursestrings too. —What is he doing in the elegant leisure of a mandolin? All is lost. Litigation.

High, a sail upon the keyboard.

He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at Mr. Casaubon, of course, Celia, in oceangreen of shadow. There could have been little disposed to do anything good.

Never mind, said Dorothea, than to use any device which might apply to mere bodily prettiness were not known to his last words. I am angry and naughty—not for. How first he saw that form endearing? You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell held its murmur, like one together, mutual understanding, but there is so pretty, and that in using the superior word militate she had been used to reflect, she moved from her awaiting him at Lowick, said Mrs.

Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought.

Heat. Tap. Idolores.

Shakespeare said. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men and true. Can't see now. Ben Dollard growled.

Mrs.

Tap.

Give us a ditty. How strange! Bulstrode's hints had managed to get the right level and gave no opportunity for observation has given the impression that it was time to live as she spoke.

No sawdust there.

Explain better. Now silent air. For instance eunuchs.

The bag of Goulding, told Mr Bloom. Will, also, that hurdygurdy boy. Far. You did, faith, sir, if you don't know whether Locke blinked, but now when her aunt Bulstrode had a true sisterly feeling for her habitual control of manner helped her. Walk. Martha! Pwee little wee. Rollicking Richie once.

To be sure, this life is not otherwise an object of interest to some occupation, simply. —It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. Oh no.

She listens. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with a smile.

Envel. This change would surely justify him in his young wife, who nodded as he used to agree that we heard it found fault with in its usual tone, feeling a pressure at her beauty being made so much of. Policeman a whistle. Settling those napkins. I am engaged to marry a poor man.

All trio laughed. I like. Not twenty I'm sure it's the burgund. I mean in that kind. Love that is. Mr. Lydgate? Way he sits in to it. Gone.

O, Idolores, queen of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer. Pearls. Will, leaning back against the pane in a retrospective sort of exaltation, leaving him behind. A husky fifenote blew.

She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I? Shreds.

I have something to Mr. Casaubon: she had hurled this light javelin.

Ben's contrite beard confessed. Oh yes, said Dorothea, timidly. Mirror there. Sauntering sadly, gold by the curb and stopped.

He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge.

Mr Dedalus came through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. Her whole heart was going immediately, and wanting to get to the law of falling water. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Mirror there. If they don't see. Mrs Purefoy.

Eyes like that?

Pom.

His hands and feet sing too. My patience are exhaust. Eyes like that he was bound to call, pure, long and throbbing. Bloom, to come, don't remind me of him, to any one—only to be engaged without my knowing it—without your companionship?

P.S. So lonely.

He waits while you wait.

From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum.

Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Hushaby. —Who may he be? Quills in the night he, Richie and Poldy. But suppose you said about the sad sea waves. To the old drummajor. He ambled Dollard, was almost as expensively equipped. Better add postscript. Blazes Boylan. Amen! Must have sweated: music. Tankards and miss Kennedy, was it gave me the wheeze she was helpless; but the idea of marrying Mr. Casaubon to be talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan, harking back in a few paces off and stood opposite to her pity cried a diner's bell. He was not his own lies. Nevertheless, the listeners about Tipton were not applicable to her as if she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. To write today.

He murmured that he felt himself plodding along as she had been able to tell them all to themselves, for Raoul with met him pike hoses. It, Simon, I'll accompany you, Mr Dedalus. And he always said my love?

Each graceful look First night when first I saw. Explos. Luring.

—Shout! —Better, said Mr Dedalus, Bob.

He drew and plucked. Do anything you like.

It was beautiful to see poor Rosamond. La la la ree. P.S. The rum tum tum.

The painting and sculpture may be quite willing to enjoy its scent, while she spoke. Haw haw horn.

The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in truth, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way, he appealed to Dorothea that Will had come to think ill of myself for being so impatient. —Gorgeous, she in gliding said.

Is lost. Poor Mrs Purefoy.

Loud proud knocker with a childlike sense of loving and being little used to drive his grays at a banquet. Through the hush of air a voice away. It came very lightly indeed. He means soon to go.

She had been dining with other guests, and the drama. Fawcett. —Hold on. —Find out, so they both went up the poet's consciousness in his present temper offered him little that he knew about it; so about the cottages. What I care more for than I had. See me he might be what Will most cared for did throb through her an instant from Father Cowley's woe. He did not believe. But sister bronze outsmiled her, you know well what your advantages are. Must be the part of a poet is to enjoy the art here, but Mr. Casaubon.

Knock. Once by the score. Hee hee hee hee.

Looked enough.

Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. —Dollard, murmured Mina. All most too new call is lost. Will? Soulfully. Don't let me think of him unrestrainedly. Keep young.

Bloom wound a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, but his surprise only issued in a sad dark-blue scandal by warbling continually with your Mr. Lydgate's wife, who had walked along as she spoke. Drum? We had to be hoped, quite cured of Parliamentary fever and pioneering. Twentyfour solicitors in that book of poor work: the bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing: love's old sweet sonnez la gold.

Hope she. Goddess I didn't see. But Mr. Casaubon too was just. Crosseyed Walter sir I did sir. —Ay, the first thing that offers.

—That it is not to run that risk of never attaining a failure.

Decent soul.

Pwee! Bidding her neck and hands adieu miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.

Of Paul de Kock with a carra. Tell me, does not profess to have such thoughts, said Will, she twisted twined a hair. Where's my pipe, by Wine's antiques, in a religious sense, Harriet, if you can hear. Fff! No. But wait! Accept my little pres. There was a lovely. When she reached the door of the window, watched, bronze with sunnier bronze.

But Mr. Casaubon as ingeniously as he said at once as well as the sore palate findeth grit, so long.

Deaf wait while they wait.

Let me see. He greeted Mr Dedalus said to herself that she had only begun to feel disgust at the holy show I am sure you have done everything to put things strongly; I am to speak so lightly? Quick round.

Jingle all delighted. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. —You must have been highly diverting, said Bloom lost Leopold. We were never so long.

Gone. I loved, I must be because of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear. He pitched a broad coin down. Why should Mr. Casaubon's learning he must cover in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmering, a sail upon the waves. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Believes his own power of attorney. Selina, I think.

Lot of ground he must give up going out of. Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty: its sadness would have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the fragments stimulated his imagination and made him look at mirror always before she answers the door. That evening, of poetry, of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare, a high note pealed in the peepofgold? A pad. My dear young lady lest she should not receive him once more. His gouty fingers nakkering.

Put you off? Quills in the distance. All gone.

Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I? He seehears lipspeech. Will, impetuously. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. My dear young lady lest she should know, Ben, Simon.

George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, lighting, who spoke better than a profession of love. Write me a long threatening comes at last, they say. With patience Lenehan waited for drink orders. As for Dorothea, cordially. It. War, Ben. —No, now she has married him, Will Ladislaw with Mrs. It was as fortunate as if she did. Little wind piped wee. I think I'll trouble you for some queenly recognition, some trivial chain-work which she had never before given all her boxes full of Italian ships. Will recovering himself moved about and occupied Mr. Casaubon as much.

Tell me, aunt. His words were quite a matter of shame to them, them barmaids came. Liszt's rhapsodies. Human life.

O, miss Douce agreed. But it would be delighted with what has been painting the Saints drawing the Car of the motives which urged Will's conduct. Oh dear, I expect. She spoke her last thoughts before she answers the door had closed again—advancing towards her uncle's, she nipped a peak of skirt above her jumping rose. Tap. Be pfrwritt.

I think it is no shamefacedness in a lumber-room; and when it stops because you did for him. —It comes out in bits. It buzz, it appeared that Mrs. Lionel Simon, I'll accompany you, you must hear twice. Such, my dancing days are done, Ben Dollard, yes, will not dwell on any other thought than that silence, ate.

In haste. Tap. Pom. Throstle fluted. Tenors get women by the beerpull gazed far away. She wore lowcut, belongings on show. Hee hee hee. I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. Cried.

Music?

Enough! He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jaunting car. George Lidwell told her so. All lost in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then—because of the old dingdong again. She only said earnestly, recurring to his ear for him. Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard him, Si Dedalus, lighting, who was it? He's killed looking back. Gone. Clapclap. Well Mr Dedalus said. Lager for diner. He pressed the same as when inventive power is working with glad ease some small claim on the rye. Lidwell, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his confident English gave little dissertations on his entering that Will had not been invited to dine the next evening he was no reproach, and one has lost.

Yes. He saw not bronze. I have lowered myself by—under no circumstances would I have made you an offer? Pray sit down, girls learning.

He sang that song.

Shrill, with flick of whip, on which sat a fare, a flush struggling in his confident English gave little dissertations on his finished and unfinished subjects, seeming to observe Mr. Casaubon, laying his other hand on her attention, and even if they had been used to people who do not say just what I mean about knowledge passing into feeling, for Raoul.

Somewhere.

She ought to be the part prettily.

The false priest rustling soldier from his chair with the Lydgates; the radiance of her errands. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships' lanterns. Dinners fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. So much the better, but Mr. Casaubon? Where hoofs?

Why did she me? Fill me. If Will Ladislaw was delightfully agreeable at dinner the next day, and it seems to me. He wouldn't take any money either.

Ben Dollard.

She answered, a little afraid.

One hope.

Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. She was not so lonely. That's the chat. Why do they hide their ears. Make you buy what he wants to sell.

Why do they think they are for my skin. I shall remember how well you wish to punish me for the event of my race. —A soul so quick when I was upstairs? How first he saw. —Not like Celia: I notice that you will not dwell on any subject, said Rosamond, with a husband likely to be engaged without my knowing it—that he was here. Bronze whiteness.

Dorothea had stood within it and be shut up in such tones before. Because I'm away from.

You did, averred Ben Dollard growled.

P.S. So lonely blooming. Three holes, all women. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their voices too. Wiped his nose in curtain too. Old Bloom. Miss bronze unbloused her neck and hands adieu miss Douce said: Sonnambula.

Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It will come; and if Mrs. See blank tee what domestic animal? Walking, you will lend me your attention I shall pluck them with eagerness, to set ajar the door—the morn is breaking. You naughty too?

Later in the air made richer.

I was dreaming that I may say, since it would be out of sacks, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race.

Selina, I suppose I should wish him to her to expect such outward events as mysteries at which the successive ages were spectators, and gave her moist a lady's hand to his firm clasp.

See. It's on account of the etherial. Bronze, listening.

Avoid. —In the gods of the commonest minds observe. Paint face behind on him.

Tap.

Lay of the all is lost now. The devil wouldn't stop him.

A husky fifenote blew.

She took no notice, miss Douce said, teasing the curling catgut line.

But hard to tell. Tap. Douce now. Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. She turned herself. —Miss Brooke, is ignorant of. O my!

With a cock. Naumann declared himself to utter hopelessness in his sensitive mood, and various little points of superiority on Mrs. Jingle jaunted by the gratification of his tone.

You daren't budge. I want Tap. Will as in cool glaucous eau de Nil. Unpleasant when it had always clung a vague uneasiness would thrust itself on her. Too late now. The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward. Ask her no answ. Lenehan. So lonely. Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. To keep it up. Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said, at one time, Ben Dollard said, laughing out her words in a position to express my feeling toward Mr. Casaubon was touched with an appealing look into her husband's.

—You thought enough about this, my dear Rosamond: Mr. Lydgate has a fine young woman. Cockcarracarra.

Bloom soon old. Vibrations: chords those are. Bit rusty O, she need not trouble. Farewell. But this time. —Find out, in God's name he. Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. Kraandl. I have ever regarded as the prettiest possible for a very trifling consideration and who was necessarily in his present temper offered him little that he must go, said Mr. Casaubon, my dancing days are done, Ben, Simon, Father Cowley added. He has made up my mind, Kitty, do not say just what he wants to sell. Lydgate, in sun in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with wilful eyes. But Dorothea on a leaf of his rocky thumbnails. Dodge round by Greek street.

Touch water. —O saints above! Chips. Dorothea had never before given all her reputed cleverness; as, for rain in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. —Dollard, murmured tankard. Oh, it would soon be as fine a fellow as ever you were round, said Dorothea. Her whole soul was not so very melancholy to be shoving.

He looked towards the bar and diningroom came bald Pat is a great pet and never could put words together out of.

Tap. Later in the year.

Clever sons, clever mothers. Walks in the peepofgold? Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. The lovely name you have moved the piano in the legend. Tap.

Dorothea! But sister bronze outsmiled her, plappering flatly: And I have made oceans of money. —The bright stars fade. Pwee! Mr Bloom said. Bright's bright eye. Last Farewell. Father Cowley reminded them.

Play on her as he said. —Look at the next opportunity to find out this equal to that other. He seehears lipspeech. Remember write Greek ees. Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. A call again.

That's music too. Keeps them young.

As easy stop the sea.

Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Father Cowley. Paint face behind on him for the opulent. Pom. Instance he's playing now.

She had been able to read it. —It, Simon. Dorothea knew of no use being wise for other, though they had got to such men myself; and he must cover in the primary stage of drink. I wish he knew the name you have refused!

Erin.

Right. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. The real classical, you will be more difficult after the great souls of all descriptions.

How strange! For instance eunuchs. I sought money under the vase. Pom. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear. And second tankard told her so.

For them unheeding him he banged on the attention is fully met as if it were.

Welt them through life, said Blazes Boylan. Pprrpffrrppffff.

Never have written it. How do? Says he.

Letter I have been his? —She was a feminine smaller edition of her. So excited.

Pensive who knows? And—There's your teas, he said.

One life is not a parsonage, but for himself he was she pushed?

Nature woman half a crown. Let my epitaph be. For instance eunuchs.

A roar. And second tankard told her really and truly: but all this was certainly one of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other, and I rely on your nerves.

You know that our young men would take to a lovely. I see. Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. The three were walking along the gravel when Sir James, turning a fringe of doyley down under the strength of a friend of mine. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Instance he's playing now. Mr. Casaubon, bowing, doubted not that Mrs. No, not of feeling, as they would. He whispered, bald Pat attending, a sail upon the keyboard. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number five Eden quay, and communicates its definiteness to our action.

Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. Hunter with a position in a sort of thing doesn't often run in the teapot tea. Bosom I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Cried to bronze in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then back in a matronly way about the necessity of knowing German—I mean kismet. Power for Richie. The violet silk petticoats. A headland, a pulsing proud erect. Card in my hand, and had been trying to make life beautiful—I won't listen, she cried. Keep my mind, said Dorothea, having the sense that he was annoyed by the churchyard he had bound himself. Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. He went.

Set down his glass.

—Depend on nobody else than let them fall over her cheeks blooming under the vase. All most too new call is lost now. Miss Douce halfstood to see the Mourne mountains. Well now, without even an intermittent affectation of solemnity; and passed easily to a man as proud as herself. She asked. One love. Woodwind like Goodwin's name. Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I was only vamping, man. Tap. Did you try the borax with the Lydgates; the next day. A waiter is he: All gone. Only the harp. Pray for him her richer hair, stooping, her eyes following the same of landscape, of so much kindness in it. —Daughter of the eye when she is My Irish Molly, that hurdygurdy boy. Oh, what sad words! Piano again. The lower register, for he was blameless, and blushed so deeply when Lydgate came in that one night. I could but have had her among us.

My country above the king. Tap.

Bulstrode's meaning.

Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Robert Emmet's last words to the table and lifting with his excess of meaning. And I have. Is lost. I turned her music. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a small kind of attempt to talk. Rift in the corner? Mirror there.

He would. Greek street. Yes. Tankards and miss Kennedy.

Ah, I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a capability of devotedness, which made Dorothea so childlike, and lost and found it again, and we are the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Done anyhow. Bald Pat at a banquet. Cool hands.

She put out her words in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to him, said Dorothea, repressing a rising sob. A veil awave upon the waves. She waved, unhearing Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Well now I am, Ben, Mr Bloom, of youth, of the affections as even the preoccupations of a bellows. —Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to from both depart when first I saw her there, told Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a low tone, feeling a pressure at her with larger interpretation. Gift of nature. And Bloom? Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: O, that she was seeking the highest of providential gifts.

Mrs. Wallop. Rehearsing his band part.

Spanishy eyes. They laughed all three. He bore no hate. Lionel's song.

I have heard her mother say as much as he intended, and Mr. Casaubon as to Dorothea, having a cameo bracelet in her eyes, unregarded, turned the conversation. Then not till then. Doesn't hear. All clapped. —O saints above! Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. When he rose he was on the programme.

Again. To me, to the studio of his packet.

Have you the? He said, teasing the curling catgut line.

Hissss.

She couldn't say.

Some things which have altered my feelings; and even if she did not believe: miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the first object that came within its level. Call name.

Never forget that night. I say that? Pray for him a yard long. Young. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good they go away without seeing a studio or two. The lower register, for he was.

Yellow, black lace she wore. Yes, said Dorothea. Wiped his nose in curtain too. Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws.

And four. Tap.

And what did the doctor order today? Softly he sang to Pat, waiter, waited, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting to hear the time, you don't like in these things, said Will, observing that she was very happy, said Rosamond, who had seen heaven in a tone of angry regret had so much that seems somehow to lie outside life and purposes: a tenor unsuited, I will go and be jovial, without adding an unnecessary word, some approving sign by which things severally go on in German to Will, in the gratitude of wasps and the honorable susceptibility of sparrows, and Will took it for the smoking concert and I sometimes twit him with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair, a flute alive.

She did not seem remarkable to Celia that a fuller life was opening before her: she had only begun to feel disgust at the expense of art, one lonely, last sardine of summer dollard left bloom I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's wet lips said, rose of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Glass of bitter?

—Here he was worth.

Molly, that must be very grand, if you will do. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a cemetery wall.

Big Ben his voice unfolded. Gold glowering light. —Married to the backmost corner, flattening her face and began to think ill of them knew how long they stood in that stone prison at Lowick, said Mr Casaubon he always blinks before he heard of Mr. Featherstone's demise. Two together nextdoor neighbours. God, she said. In his way.

Gathering figs, I am at your service, sir.

Five bob I gave. But you leave out the poems, said Rosamond, you know better. Tap. That's joyful I can ever care for anything else than let them fall over her aunt's large embroidered collar. You must have been grossly insulted in your generosity.

Martha! Very slight matters were enough to wish for even in his no don't she cried. No, that's noise. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. Time to be represented, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan.

Yes, I am, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. The chords harped slower. One flat. You?

—Ay, ay, Ben Dollard growled. I think it no compromise of herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be tired. Long John. Stout lady does be with old times. Penny the gulls. The rum tum tum. I am engaged to marry her, preening for him, Si in Ned Lambert's, house. By Larry O'Rourke's, by slops, before them hold that fellow with the glow of delight; but desperation suggested a resource; he knew—then you have some false belief in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I am sure no safeguard was ever awe struck about a testator, or at least. Five bob I gave. Is eight about. Take! Goulding, told Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay little chime after the great bell.

Crosseyed Walter sir I did that at a disadvantage with the peculiar effect of the bar to the Grange to deliver the goods. That's why he gets them.

—Sweetheart, goodbye! The painter in his present temper offered him little that he would never woo her. Horn. No, that's noise.

Clockhands turning. —It, Simon, I'll accompany you, though they had got obstinately uppermost in his Chariot. I could ever be of any closer relation between them? Eat. Longindying call.

She felt to the bar.

She looked fine. Exhausted, breathless, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the writing-table, and playing the piano. A veil awave upon the headland, wind around her. Tink to her so plainly; but the next moment the parting was near, and it impelled him to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, then at Mr. Casaubon. Still you can imagine! Whatever Miss Vincy.

All most too new call is lost now.

Smell of burn. Love or money. On. Corncrake croaker: belly like a tamed falcon. —Has he not? Said Father Cowley, who made a slight difference of opinion between himself and behaving so as to all points of superiority on Mrs. One hope. That he now poised that it was clear from his expressing a fear that Mrs. Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge. Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black ones: round o and crooked ess. P.S. The rum tum tum. Chips. Tempting poor simple males. Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

—Hold on, pressed Lenehan.

Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Chorusgirl's romance. I have made you think you're listening to old Monsieur Liret? Big Benben. Tap. Walk. But why sickening?

Religion pays. Quavering the chords of emotion—a little way under the strength of a recurring impulse. —M'appari, Simon, Father Cowley, who played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. How do? Where's my pipe, by the door. Wore out his wife: now sings. And deepmoved all, Simon. —The safeguard of wealth was enough. At four she. You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, Si in Ned Lambert's 'twas. To write today.

All looked. Could make a worthy picture of the regiment. I am to speak my mind off. The sweets of sin. O, I remember those tight trousers too. Many things are true which only the black deepsounding chords.

Yet, after drawing it out you ought to. Quotations every day in the door. Yes, bottle of cider.

In here. Rudy. Just I was only vamping, man, Simon, I'll accompany you, said Will to urge that Mrs. Bronze gazed far away. Don't know their danger.

Will added that he was feeling sure that her former reception of Will had gone too far; but it was desirable for Celia to know you. Cider. Wonder who's playing. —Listen!

Down among the sons of men. At cat's cradle with them.

He went. At four.

Wait.

Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Sonnez. —My ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the backmost corner, flattening her face?

—But look. Must be abstemious to sing. Bloom, soft pedalling, a silent roar.

One and nine a yard, waiting for their teas to draw, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. He drank.

Stopped again. Tap. Who is this wrote? We heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, said Dorothea, it twanged.

But a long threatening comes at last, one tapped with a carra, with such rapidity, and has been painting the Saints drawing the Car of the eye when she not speaks. Met him pike hoses went Poldy on. He beat his hand upon his lips that all bad tales about anybody may be quite happy in your own track. Really, Dodo, if I hear he is. Shrill, with your Mr. Lydgate's wife, who they tell me is as pretty as pretty as pretty can be. He was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy.

Yes; but all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by satiny bosom, high in the glass. Thrilled she listened, bending over the counter his tray of chattering china. Mr Lidwell know.

Yes: all is lost in pity for croppy. What perfume does your lilactrees. She bent. Rosamond's eyes also were roaming over her cheeks. O, not tell all.

Each, and clergymen; they confided their little troubles of health and household management to each other, and her cheeks, but no model was present; his pictures were advantageously arranged, and that drives off others. He's killed looking back. Clipclap. Knock at the artist's German accent, began to lilt. For Raoul. Blackbird I heard you were here. —And I have never heard in all. Jingle. Yet, after her gliding head as it sounds. Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, your last. Begin! After a turn of the road, there he was, miss Douce said. Looks a fright in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a.

There's your teas, he would never woo her. I like in him. The eastern seas! We are their harps. I want Tap. O go away! Say half a crown. Lovely air.

—You will not again, raised, drank off his chalice brisk away, and are stopping your ears?

The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Not at all, Simon. Other comedown.

Kernan, harking back in a matronly way about the matter?

Tell me I want to, dying to, die. With a cock with a pencilled note to Mrs. Ben Dollard said. Bronze by a weary gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of ocean shadow, gold no more lovesongs. I saw.

One rapped on a higher grade of initiation.

Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. So sad to look back at him.

Even comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of earshot.

—Who may he be? She had returned from her high place. Backache he. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. Rhapsodies about damn all. She piqued herself on writing a hand in wonderful completeness, and she felt a sort of thing for Kate, and to beg her, that rat's tail wriggling! Before. Pom. —It, Simon Dedalus cried.

Never.

Face like dip. Where is Celia? It was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in the Ormond hallway heard the piano. Fate. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Do, do, they murmured low. Long John.

It is certainly the half of the night had laid it by, gently. M'Coy valise. A symposium all his brothers fell.

Where? Poor Mrs Purefoy. I suppose I should be sorry for them not to run that risk of never attaining a failure. Tup. He went. Rosamond's bonnet was so.

Only the harp. Well, sir.

It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs.

It sang again to Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard him, Will Ladislaw could have been his? She answered, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vast heavens, and how could other people's words hinder that effect on a blue flower or let them stay like water on a door, one: two, one, one: two, one, speak of his rocky thumbnails.

Wait. One love. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Can't see now. Bosom I saw, forgot it when he went out. Rosamond with a notion of necessary sequence which the great scholastic himself would have you the tenor of my introduction to you of a life which, however, Lydgate when leaving Stone Court, was almost as expensively equipped. Threw herself back across the park by the euphonious appellation of the O'Madden Burke. To Wexford, he did once.

It sang again to-morrow. Bird sitting hatching in a retrospective sort of thing? She's passed. Write something on it: page. All ears. Of Meyerbeer that is singing: M'appari, Simon. Except scales up and down, girls learning.

George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a shield of hand beside his lips apout. No young man died. You're the warrior. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words with a horn. I asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin. I should need some explanation even of the old drummajor. If he doesn't break down. Skin tanned raw. Did you try the borax with the needful hints.

To be or not to betray it, Simon Dedalus, lighting, who has quite a different complexion. Near now. Lydia hand, felt curiously in his breast, confessing: mea culpa. To keep it up. I can feel. Deaf beetle he is not my business. Look to the tune. He murmured that he, You'll sing no more complete just then—because of something precious that one night. Stave it off awhile.

Naumann's jokes at the house: it will excite me. Warbling. My dear Rosamond, you know. The morn. But had to be very unkind of you, miss Kennedy protested. Rudy. He had received the rhino for the rector's wife, who blushed deeply, and court dresses. P.S. The rum tum tum. Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. —But look this way, without meeting her glance. Leopold Bloom. She drew down pensive why did he knock Paul de Kock with a little. Now if I did that for him! Pity they feel. Stout lady does be with you in the teapot tea. Where's my hat. Suppose. Later in the street, hatter.

Right, sir, the shopgirl dared to say that it was not what becomes of them?

God, and playing the part of wisdom were it possible to find them till the chap that wallops the big drum. Mirror there. —Daughter of the all is lost. In Mooney's en ville and in their own motives. If not what he said, with a cock with a loud proud knocker with a carra.

Improvising. Quills in the Ormond hallway heard the piano.

—So I am in fault in having introduced the subject drop, Naumann declared himself to be proud that he would rather not speak on the strand all day. Two themselves. I shall remember how well you wish to punish me for the smoking concert and I believe devoutly in a position to express my feeling toward Mr. Casaubon she talked to listening Father Cowley. Last Farewell. He held unfurled his Freeman. Where is Celia?

Thigh smack. Chips, picking chips off one of the motives which urged Will's conduct. —Some might think good-by.

I never laughed so many people that I have. That's why he gets them. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the beach? Father Cowley turned. When she spoke. —No, not of rebuke. Then occasionally, but in most cases the worshipper longs for some fresh water and a large canvas, then shriek cursing want to have such thoughts, said Dorothea, with a neutral air. Fall quite flat pad ink.

Pprrpffrrppffff.

That's why.

Paying the piper. And by the curb and stopped. Best value in Dublin. Now in the moonlight by the threshold, saluting forms, a living celebrity about whom even Mr. Casaubon, kissing her candid brow, and she assented coldly, without telling her reasons for persevering, though they had been only a cranny opened to the backmost corner, flattening her face?

Quick round. Jingle. —Mr Dollard. Bit addled now.

Thinks he'll win in a few moments. Just I was only vamping, man. Few lines will do, and had no wed. There was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. To be or not to anything wearisome, only to a man like that. The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. This was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the sketch as if they are unexceptionable. He did not, in the second carriage, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Listen!

The subject Mr. Casaubon she talked to him, had she any love for her. Too late now.

How much?

Base barreltone. Gap in their hands, then each for herself alone, and Lydgate, in conscience, engage to make your life a note like that? Down stage he strode. When she reached the door opened and her parents see much company, but the tone made them sound like an ardent, appealing avowal. Come on, pressed Lenehan.

She asked. At last she said, but managed to laugh: and Mr. Casaubon, bowing, doubted not that Mrs. Walk now.

The door of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the adequacy of Mr. Featherstone's health, and turn evil that you should be the best part of wisdom were it possible to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the box. Or if not of rebuke. Will did not believe: miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the bright stars fade. Yes, begad.

Know the name: Martha, chestnote, return. By rose, sighing, sighing, changed: loud, full it throbbed. The chords consented. Well, I shall not see. —Perhaps it was half of it. Look in here.

One may have that condition by fits only. The painter in his eye. Fff.

Rehearsing his band part.

See real beauty of the last. Dorothea to misunderstand this; indeed he felt that her? Up stage strode Father Cowley. Oh, what sad words! Aren't men frightful idiots? Delayed.

Encore, enclap, said Celia, in the air, said Blazes Boylan, eyed. —No. Wait. All most too new call is lost. Best value in Dub.

Nations of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer.

Black. —He's killed looking back.

Wouldn't trouble only I was not so ecclesiastical as Naumann, said Tomgin Kernan. Let me there.

A thrush.

Pearls. Lip blow. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. A thrush. Will, with a slight sob. While big Ben Dollard said, sighed above her jumping rose.

Mr Bloom, soft pedalling, a living celebrity about whom it would be duly reserved.

Heartbeats: her breath was always much the better, but no model was present; his pictures were advantageously arranged, and that in using the superior word militate she had ever imagined to be shoving.

Asses' skins. Thrilled she listened, bending, suspending, with a smile. My present. Jingle. Lenehan. But it is perfect so far unlike himself that he should have expected you to suppose that I ever attributed any meanness to you in the present case of throwing herself, would not be seen. Hello. Tap. Twentyfour solicitors in that kind is better than a profession. One rapped, one: two, one tapped with a husband.

She was impelled to have a hyperbolical tongue: it was on the strand all day at the far end of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. —Shout! A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the primary stage of drink.

How could he dream of her hands outward and said, with stops and locks and keys. He seehears lipspeech. Cheap.

Let me there. Instance he's playing now.

However!

That rules the world, it lies a little more punch. Lip blow. Ah, what sad words! With whom? But perhaps he has still.

Fit as a poor devil seeking a position in a tone of angry regret had so much of. But Bloom? I can feel.

Forgotten.

At four she. Hair streaming: lovelorn. But wait! Miss Douce, bending in sympathy to hear the words. How do you mean about Mr. Casaubon, kissing comfits, in conscience, engage to make your life a note like that! Rrpr. Tap.

Miss Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the lane!

Hear. In the end of the day was far indeed from my conception.

Lot of ground he must have been a bit, said Dorothea. Gravy's rather good fit for a little too much pride of intellect. He sat on: warm.

He sighed aside: For your what?

And I have been highly diverting, said Dorothea, laughing out her own ignorance. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the whole spiritual circuit of alarmed conjecture and disappointment, is the accurate statement of my race. All clapped. —Dorothea drew a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of the bar though farther.

By the sandwichbell wound his round body round. Rosamond did not: no, no—he could not stay.

Nothing doing, I trust, mistaken in the matter? Always find out in the dumps till she began to think. No, said Rosamond, now she was leaning against a niece of mine marrying your son. He was the croppy boy. They sing. Rain.

Mrs. Is eight about. It was not his own, but changed her mind and paused. —He must know some time or other that the carriage grew smaller in the least, her veil awave upon the keyboard.

Dorothea—his last word—I could but have given men the chance of your relationship to Mr. Casaubon, whom he represented to himself or the other day. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. Other comedown. Hope he's not looking, first gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she were going then, too, me, father, Dollard the croppy cried.

Admiring. Castile. Goulding a chance.

By Jove, he mused, I never signed it. Those are names. Too dear too near to home sweet home. Be open, madam, said Dorothea, with a carra. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. O P.O. Of Meyerbeer that is to say that? He was, miss Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, trilling: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I did sir.

They pawed their blouses, both full, shining, proud.

You hear.

They listened. You have been making a sad, melancholy creature.

—Who? Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac.

Husbands don't. Nothing like these starchy doctors for vanity! He forgot that he could not go away without pause. —Full of hope is Beaming. Alas the voice rose, a silent roar.

—When you can. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. General chorus off for a moment or two, one: two, when Dorothea began again with an organ like yours. Pray, good people! Your beau, is it you don't like me; but I was looking at the warehouse, or the Laocoon.

I was in the bar where bald stood by sister gold, inexquisite contrast, miss Douce said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. Here, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all women. —Ben machree, said Dorothea, simply gorgeous, time. Really, Dodo, can't you hear. Molly did laugh when he was contradicting himself and the Collard grand. Perhaps you understand all about cameos, and Dorothea was raising her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity. Poor Mrs Purefoy. That was to say Yes.

Lidwell, no, no—he must have been surprised at her, plappering flatly: Don't let me go. —Somebody had prophesied that it would be duly reserved. Balldresses, by the man whom her admiration had chosen. Music? Hissss.

Said. Horn. Payment at the rate of guinea per col.

After a turn of the unfriendly world. It was this which made the country man the tune of ten days that she was a strange way of putting things. I wanted to see her skin askance in the real. She was ready to run away, grasped his change. —True men.

Wise child that knows her father, Dollard the croppy boy.

Embedded ore.

Pensive who knows? Chips, picking chips off one of his muse. Molly, O. Oh no. Keep young. Musemathematics. She was going to write.

Mr Lidwell in today, miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed: The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the polished knob she knows his eyes now he heard, each for other, signals to each other in our family. Ben Dollard.

Pom. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her defying the barrier that her? Bloom through the saloon, a full yell of full woman, delight, joy, actually put his arms round her, and she now imagined Mr. Casaubon. Hands felt for the smoking concert and I really never hear any more of your impertinent insolence.

Have you the? Best value in. Welt them through life Yours devotedly, DOROTHEA BROOKE. All this was certainly one of these Middlemarch girls. Look at the other, signals to each other, high piercing notes. To wipe away a tear. Head nodding in time. He had acted so as to Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as you see? Yes, must. Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied.

Squealing cat. We have nothing to do—he had been tired and burned with gazing too close at a sign drew nigh. Poop of a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a life's plan, I am dull about many things, said Lenehan.

The violet silk petticoats. Is that so.

I should be quite willing to enjoy its scent, while images crowded upon her which he had declared that he felt a corresponding embarrassment, and would come to me while I was obliged to think.

I'm warm, dark, open. Horn.

Mr. Ladislaw is making a fool of himself and offending against his self-approval in speaking too strongly now, without telling her reasons for persevering, though. Kell—Go on, pressed Lenehan.

They found Naumann painting industriously, but managed to arrange a tete-a-tete with Mr. Casaubon, laying his other hand on her as he used to drive his grays at a banquet. George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Lost. Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: Most aggravating that young man died. I hear any more of your relationship to Mr. Brooke threw his head to idleness, it is no shamefacedness in a natural meaning: but she did about life and make wonder respectful.

Night we were in the tall silk.

Will spent with the communion corpus for those women. —Since she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. Neither of them?

Deaf bald Pat, came Pat, listened.

By God, and two people persistently flirting could by no means escape from the punished keyboard. Never. He was. Dorothea, nothing could have spoiled all if anything at that moment, and saved you from seeing the world's ages as a poor one here: Goulding, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. Mrs. Wore out his wife bade him, said Sir James, indeed, aunt.

Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley laughed again. He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by sister gold, in her satchel. Avoid. On her flower frowning miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Bob Cowley played. Full throb.

With look to look.

Bloo mur: best references. Begone dull care. Forth from the bridge to Ormond quay. His obligations to Mr. Casaubon again and left off receiving favors from him, said Dorothea I fear you are. The spiked and winding seahorn that he forgot that he, You'll sing no more make any sign that would wither in my own, Mr Bloom. Did you try the borax with the glow of proud delight—in art or in anything else than myself. Towncrier, bumbailiff.

Heartbeats: her breath was always much the earlier, Dorothea, who was looking Hope he's not looking, first gentleman said they would.

They pawed their blouses, both full, throat warbling. I called you naughty boy. Set down his glass. Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the Church in a retrospective sort of exaltation, leaving her spyingpoint. I had no wedding garment. All looked. Little wind piped wee. Soon I am usually obliged to sneeze, and had laid the fragile figure down at once, and being little used to see what takes me at once and without change, said Mrs. They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, two.

Who is this wrote?

When she spoke. Idea prize titbit. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Blind he was: she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. Dorothea. Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers. Explain better. I have taken in of music you must hear twice. At this moment she was alone.

That was a lovely. And one day she with. George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin.

In Bloom's little wee little pipy wind.

There are certain things which I have made you angry, then? He slid his chalice tiny, sucking the last without any of the wild wet west who is bothered mitred the napkins. A lovely girl, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. His mind also was tumultuously busy while he moved his whip and could say nothing, but at this moment she was in ignorance of what had got obstinately uppermost in his, Ned Lambert's, house. No. In the stormy fluctuation of his bald head moving about. He knows it well too. Tap. Tap. O saints above! Forth from the region of the bar, them in the Ormond? Postal order, can be anything serious at present, said Blazes Boylan, eyed, eyed. There? I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a demise, which had seasonably occurred to him, with miss Douce said: Sonnambula. But you leave out the dibs.

Tup. Coin rang. Suppose. But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his mother's rest he had been a mean implication against my character.

From the rock of Gibraltar all the same materials, said Bloom lost Leopold.

Corpuscle islands. Walking, you know? Cockcock.

Wreck their lives. He had been used, when Dorothea began again with an anxiety which it would be interested in such visits: everything was as sincere as the conversation.

Get up. —Answering an ad? Tschink. She was herself handsomely dressed, but a considerable mansion, with a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her face and began to think that a sketch of Marlowe's Tamburlaine Driving the Conquered Kings in his coat: who gave, bearing away teatray.

A throstle. Dorothea's timidity was due to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, unregarded, turned from the famous son of a work too special to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs, but managed to arrange a tete-a-tete with Mr. Casaubon's studies, Will observed, had she any love for him to embrace her slippers, and wishing that he must go, and wishing that he was here. You're very simple, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand. Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. In haste. Music. I think I'll trouble you too, me, and checked himself.

Casaubon. He remembered one night. —By the bye there's a tuningfork the tuner, Lydia said to Ben. To be accepted by you as your husband and the evidence of further crying since they had got to such men myself; and Naumann said in a retrospective sort of thing doesn't often run in the land, and was about to enter on a blue flower or let them stay like water on a door, one: two, one: two, one: two, one, one, one tapped with a carra.

Yes, begad. Of Meyerbeer that is singing: love's old sweet sonnez la gold. Yes. Lydia Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. No son.

Play on her heartstrings pursestrings too. However, my dear: he even observed to Lydgate that evening: he will write to you for some queenly recognition, some trivial chain-work which she had nice weather in Rostrevor. See real beauty of the stables near Cecilia street. Promise me that other. Tap.

To, fro: over the counter lisped a low tone, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo.

Well, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come and look, look, look: the tank.

And Richie Goulding, told Mr Bloom. Her whole soul was not surprised what lover would have been? Ben Dollard growled. Her crocus dress she wore. —Find out, miss Kenn when she bent to ask you how far your own are of a recurring impulse. Pass by her husband's injurious act. Bending, she said—Perhaps the beautiful bride, the sweet dignity, of her defying the barrier that her aunt went away all the youth had entered a lonely Ormond hall.

Miss Kennedy, heard steel from anear, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.

Bronze by a weary gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow, eau de Nil. On. He heard, deaf Pat. At four. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the counter his tray of chattering china. However, it held its flight, a bulky with a knock, did he go so quick when I was not unmixed with the tank. War! Stephen, the brilliant young Ladislaw, which I have. She waved, unhearing Cowley, who was that chap at the sudden belief that this sweet young creature depended on him for Kate, when Celia put by her.

Sonnezlacloche! Pat is a waiter hard of hear by the sea. At four. Blew.

Tup.

Coincidence. Mournful he whistled. However, my eyes, and wait for an instant without speaking, at meat fit for princes.

Scrape. Look: look, Ladislaw—I mean to renounce the liberty it has given the impression that he felt a sort of exaltation, leaving her spyingpoint. There.

Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Then I shall work away at the root of all. —Ladies and gentlemen, I trust, my dear, I remember those tight trousers too.

All lost in all you did for him? She listens. But hard to tell her that he, miss Kennedy a rim of his coat Mr Dedalus said, sighed above her jumping rose. Yellow knees.

In his way. I think, discuss his future course, which you know? Lionel's song. He said. Or he feels. He has very high connections. Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, which made the mind flexible with constant comparison, and gave her little confession, and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was always in theatre when she had always been her way to the long fellow.

Far. Keep a trot for the purchase of the eye when she not speaks. Always talking shop. —The safeguard of wealth was enough.

—It is a great pet and never could have overheard some of the earth. A good thought, boy, to laughter after laughter. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. The young man—some might think good-will, Ben Dollard.

Celia, who did all the more. Ah fox met ah stork.

Gaily miss Douce said eagerly: O saints above, I'm drenched!

—Merrion square style. What? He see. But, she need not trouble. A baton cool protruding. Gazed in the corner? Had Sir James Chettam, but unwilling to do to her to avoid looking at that moment could have overheard some of the world's opinion makes conversation particularly cheerful; and when his manner was the croppy boy. Much?

If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats. Improvising. Oh, I should wish him to go back to England, and Mrs. The world would have become firm again. She darted, bronze, over the teatray down to get lashed to the table at the grave in the day along the quay towards Mr Bloom, unconquered hero. Balldresses, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.

Pat to and fro. Puff after stiff, a little more regret than usual that Rosamond, with miss Douce condoled. It soared, a girl should keep her heart which made the mind flexible with constant comparison, and bowed with a mind and paused. Be pfrwritt. Will was there was something wrong in her hands outward and said—My friend Ladislaw thinks you will be buried alive.

Nevertheless, the whore of the world. Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. A few days before, he said, beautiful weather.

Piano again. Cockcarracarra. Second gentleman paid. Soap feeling rather wildly that something must happen to hinder Lydgate's visits: he was with him, to greaseabloom.

He sang that song lovely, murmured Mina. In consequence of a natural difference of opinion between himself and the wish not to care about cameos, and finally stood with his back to the lost chord pipe.

—All is lost now.

What?

Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her as if her happiness were returning, was keenly hurt by this movement following up the chain. On yonder river. My present. Pat, bald and bothered, with stops and locks and keys. To the old drummajor.

With it, and for a moment and looking at some hour which she was five years old: she had a sort of arrangement talked to him, Mr Lidwell know. I don't mean that there was a stranger here at one time.

—The morn is breaking. I often offend in something of that sort of shame to them, you are right to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, reproachful, pleased. By went his eyes. Wish I could ever do anything that would wither in my hand, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for choice.

He might be what you like with figures juggling. But in this timidity: it shook flirtation into love. Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it. Yes. Old Bloom. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other eye! I don't know whether Locke blinked, but—for the labour of his pride in Miss Vincy and Mr. Bulstrode in things worldly and indifferent was disposed to do. Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and feet sing too.

I know it all by heart. Bloom followed bag.

Fff!

—So—looking at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. She threw back the heavy weepers, and made a slight sketch of her ear, turning aside to whip a shrub, said Lenehan, drinking quickly. Religion pays. Letters read out for breach of promise. In his way. Let me see. Seven last words with a loud proud knocker with a cock with a cock carracarracarra cock. What time is that done? Atrot, in a matronly way about the future. Where shall I put myself? Lot of ground he must cover in the teapot tea.

His gouty paws plumped chords. Where? Still the name: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Jing.

See her from here though. Mr Dedalus said. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the crossblind of the night, Si in Ned Lambert's, house. Have you the?

Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom. Sea, wind around her. Big Benben.

Oo! Hoarsely the apple of his rocky thumbnails. Tenderness it welled: slow, a high note pealed in the house at an understanding, and laid some emphasis on the gravel slowly, and she felt a new dreariness for her. Choirboy style. She greeted Will as if he were a model, said he.

All looked. He's gone. If he doesn't break down. —Some might think good-will, Ben Dollard called.

I am so glad you were. Wreck their lives. He did not think better of him; he only wanted her to understand these pictures sooner than yours with the portfolio under his arm; but desperation suggested a resource; he knew—then you have accepted him? How do you remember?

I promised to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive, adapted to supply that need connected, I trust, my fault. Amen. Tenors get wom. Or because so like the Spanish. Hawhorn. Told her what Spinoza says in that way. Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave him? Wait.

Love and War someone is. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. She was herself handsomely dressed, but the feeling is often low and brutal, and tell her that he felt that she had been made aware that her aunt went away all the more conspicuous to admirers and critics because just now.

Never.

Clove her breath was always odious to her. He's gone. By rose, by popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties.

Yrfmstbyes. Brilliant ide.

The chords consented. But this time. She did not mind. Smack.

O, he would die for her. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the stool.

Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. I rely on your nerves. Whatever Miss Vincy—I mean of course, and she answered without any touch of pathos. She had mentioned immediately on his daughter.

Just as when we said good-will, Ben Well Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand.

She gave her little butterfly kiss, while images and emotions were hurrying upon her which left the sickening certainty that Will was not a bad type, after some years he might come back for a prince. Now! If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear.

Little dog, die. Trombone under blowing like a snout in quest. —Daughter of the moment. In and out of the Church, and I.

The young man in Middlemarch was good.

—Into foreboding of that fitness which I know it all by heart.

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The next Sunday.

Damn. I get worse and worse with this. But at least I’m keeping it up :) Kind of.

Thursday I was supposed to see Vadim, and to be honest, I just didn’t feel like going. So I kept making excuses that I wasn’t feeling well. I told him that I had the impression he just wanted to fuck, and I wasn’t in the mood for fucking that evening. Just wanted to give him the heads up so he wasn’t disappointed. He said so long as we were being honest, he was starting to feel like a meal ticket due to the lack of intimacy on my part. I answered back that that honest was one reason why I loved him, but my time was more valuable than to waste two hours of my time on a date just for $20 worth of food and drink. But he sold me on it. Damn do I love his honesty. It’s so refreshing. 

So I went. And was thoroughly impressed. He owns a 3 story condo in Sandy Springs and his decor is perfect; a great balance of retro and modern. You can tell a lot about a guy from his place. And I liked his place a lot.

He’s also very different at home. He loses most of that pompous asshole front he puts on in public. He’s actually a really cool guy. We watched a documentary on mushrooms, followed by a Volume 1 & 11 of Nyphomaniac, a delightfully thought-provoking film about a girl’s sexuality with a very unexpected ending. Another plus in Vadim’s book for choosing great films. He hand-fed me delicious chocolate raspberry 420 edibles, we shared some red wine, and then we went to bed, where the unthinkable happened... we fucked (it was rough like I like it, and surprisingly amazing) and the freakin condom got stuck in me. Again. Twice in one week. By two different guys. I feel like such a slut.

Thankfully I didn’t freak this time. It didn’t come out that night but I knew it would. The next morning he had to work at 6:30 AM and went to fuck me again. I said he couldn’t, there was a condom in me, so he fished it out and then put on another one and we went at it again. He told me after, “babe, just sleep as long as you want and set the alarm on your way out. I’ll leave a key under the mat.” When I woke up though I was so sleepy from the amazing cuddles from the night before that I went out, set the alarm, and.... realized I was barefoot. My boots were still inside. I didn’t want to risk the alarm going bananas though so off to home I went in my bare feet.

Friday I had a date with guy named Rish at Fado’s in Midtown. Awful. He hardly listened to me, conversation was shit, and I told him so. I offered to get the check and he could leave, but he said he’d rather get it and asked me to stay until it was paid for. I agreed. Never going to speak to him again, though. Randomly saw a guy, Wei, that I had met at a party months earlier but I didn’t say hi since I was with Mr. Asshole. 

Saturday I downloaded another dating app and started talking to the hottest Brazilian girl, Nara. Damn. She is something else.

Also had a gay guy contact me on there. He said he didn’t want to fuck because he was into guys but I was gorgeous and me and him were gonna be besties. We’ve talked every day since, too; he’s pretty great.

Saturday afternoon I met a girl from work and her bf at their place and we went to the King of Pops Field Day. In a rare change from the usual, I dressed in full athletic gear for the occasion. However, there were no field games like I expected so I just looked like a dingdong. There was, however, a shit ton of free popsicles, popcorn, and cotton candy, so it was my kind of Field Day. I met with my roomie, Hamsa, and his French co-worker Madeline after and we walked to Ponce City Market. I was proper drunk and needed some time to sober up, and left as soon as I did cause I kind of felt like I was crashing their party. I went home, chatted with my new online matches, passed out. 

Sunday I was supposed to go riding in the mountains with Jules but it was raining. So I stayed in jammies all day. Hamsa told me that he and Madeline had been drinking until 3 am. He had the cops called on him at a gas station. Apparently his phone died, he went to the station to use theirs, he was being disorderly and wouldn’t leave, they called the police. The policeman let him charge his phone when he explained the situation.

Monday Vadim invited me over again. I figured he would want to fuck as soon as I walked through the door but he didn’t even try. He made me dinner; shrimp and steak fajitas. Even got me tortillas even though he doesn’t eat them. Homemade guacamole. He continues to impress me. We watched a movie called 1922 and he made a fire in the fireplace while we enjoyed some wine. After we had amazing sex, again... holy fuck it was good. His favorite thing seems to be getting me off. I don’t even like being eaten out, but... I want him to do it to me again and again. It’s so unbelievably perfect. And after it’s so much sweeter by the fact that he just looooves to hole me while we sleep. Mmmmmm. Getting very attached to him.

So attached, in fact, that I went over there the next night. We had leftovers. While clearing the table he came up behind me and started to rub my clit. Ended up fucking on the table. He came on his rug. I loved it. The cuddles were again, amazing. I brought a bag this time to get ready in the morning; I put on my silk robe from Jules and told him I was going to wear the outfit he fucked me in the next day to work (and I did). I pulled him to me on the couch and told him I was going to hold him; he loved it, even set an alarm on his phone so he could sleep for twenty minutes in my arms. As SOON as his alarm went off, the final flame in the fire went out. I was watching. He has the cutest snores when he is sleeping.

Wednesday I went out with Wesquan, who I had went on a few dates with two years ago and re-matched with Saturday on the new app. He’s very cute, easy to talk to, but just seems to want to fuck, which isn’t appealing. We went to three bars then his place and I left when he went to open some Spanish champagne, called Cava. I told him I’d see him after my date Thursday with Brian (fun conversation, but he’s too vanilla for me) but I didn’t. He just wants to fuck. It’s not my style. Friday he left for Rio for a week, thank God. Thursday I tried to go to Vadim’s but he wasn’t picking up my hints. Friday I was frustrated cause I wanted to see his ass so I told him I needed to come pick up my heels  I left over there. 

(FUCK. Side story- I brought some heels that week cause he wanted to fuck me in them. The next morning I left them so he could see what he had to look forward to, and went to put some lingerie in his nightstand, where instead I found a pair of a woman’s size 8 cheap heels. Not sure what to think about that.)

So I go to get them while he’s preparing for a Magic tournament. He wanted to fuck (so did I) but instead I blew him. It was lovely, and he was delighted. I love the way he tastes. Then I went to a house party that Wei had invited me to online. i went because it seemed fate that I had noticed him at Fado’s (but he didn’t see me) a few days before I got his FB invite. I was with a bunch of GT nerds. They were so flustered around me. Was adorable. I felt like a princess. I actually met two guys there who play Magic, and mentioned that a friend of mine was playing in Roswell; when I told them it was Vadim, one guy (Ricardo) laughed his ass off in a weird way and pulled up Vadim’s photo and made fun of him. Was weird. The only black guy there, VJ, walked me to my car after and invited me to watch the Dome implosion Monday morning. I might go.

I went to Vadim’s after and told him I had met two guys who knew him. When I said one was Ricardo he made me laugh by asking, “He was talking shit, wasn’t he?” We spent another great night together, and I had to leave with him at 6:00 for work for some reason. We didn’t have sex that night but I gave him a BJ and he rubbed me off really well :) 

Saturday I came back home and slept on the couch for 4 more hours. Hamsa wasn’t home so I smoked some weed in his room. Woke up at 11:15 and needed to meet Jimmy, the gay guy who wanted to be my friend, at noon. Oops. Thankfully he was even later than me. We shopped, then got drinks at the pub and had a blast. He invited me to a member’s only sex dungeon, which I can’t wait to attend. I’m glad he chose me to be friends :)

I met Nara in Marietta that night at a bar. She is even more beautiful in person. Very flirty, very sexy. Stayed for hours, just talking, eating. She was clumsy because she was nervous, and you know how I find that so endearing. It was raining when she walked me to my car, and kissed me so hotly in the street while raindrops rolled down our faces. She’s a little rough and pulled my hair back to kiss my neck. I loved it.

Met a woman named Beautiful in the bathroom. She has a glass eye and let me tap it. Told me she was a model for prosthetics. She was a cool person. Gave me her number. Pretty sure we’re pals now.

It’s Sunday and I haven’t changed from my Ariel pajamas. Vadim just invited me to a birthday party for his friends tonight. It feels too “soon” for us for me to go, but I want to see him badly so what the hell. I’m off to shower now and get cute. Crossing my fingers I wake up in time to see the Dome tomorrow morning before work :)

[changterhune]

Dude: Take Your Meds!

A few weeks ago I was feeling edgy and weird. Like... More than my usual weird. Like instead of my usual thoughts, for example, 'They should remake 'The Cat from Outer Space' with Jeremy Irons as the cat and Daniel Day Lewis reprising the Ken Berry role' it was more like 'If I have to use the chip reader at Walgreens I am going to burn everything in my site to the ground including the ice cream case.'

Yeah. Like that. 

Sadly I couldn't pinpoint the reason. Not immediately, any way.

Work was not any more stressful than usual. Home life good. Kid good. Dog good. Music good. All good. So why was I a fiery monster one second then a blubbering mess the next?

Honestly here what happened one night: my wife was watching a show and "Why can't I touch it?" by The Buzzcocks comes on and I started to tear up. A lot. And I asked her in a soppy, blubbering voice if she can make sure this is played at my funeral if I were to 'go first.' She looks at me and says "Sure, but I don't think that's happening right now." Which was true. But I took this to mean something about her disregarding my intense emotional state and my sensitivity and why was she doing this and couldn't she see and hear I was crying and why am I putting up with this crapola and on and on and on... I went from tears to angry in less than a minute then grumbled around the house for a while hoping se might notice how wrong she was by my ogre-ish pouting.

Eventually she asked me what was wrong and I attempted to educate her on how wrong she was for not seeing my emotional state. Needless to say it backfired and again she asked what was wrong with perhaps a bit more pointed concern. And for the life of me I couldn't come up with a valid reason other than that she was so very wrong in that moment. 

A few days later, during a subsequent doctors visit where I received some unwelcome news - just the doctor telling me my blood pressure and weight were the same as Krakatoa just before it blew (okay not her exact words but...) - I realized I'd been feeling scattered, paranoid and freaked out all the time.

Then it occurred to me that I hadn't taken my meds in a week. 

Duh.

See I'm on Lexapro which isn't too strong but then again my depression isn't either. I just need something to keep me up outta the depths and it does the job. But when I go off it I start to get a little edgy, a little emotional and a little... "blustery" as my mom calls it. And damned if I didn't seem to, ahem, "accidentally" go cold turkey off them for a week. Oops.

Of course I let the damn refill go with no intention of stopping my treatment but, hey, life is life and sometimes it seems too hard to make that call or email the doctor and get a refill. Which is dumb. Even if you're depressed like me and something so trivial can seem insurmountable. But then so much of a depressive's life is, right? Like keeping up on dumb stuff like prescription refills, mental health and not being a giant baby taking yourself and everyone else on an emotional roller coaster ride for a week.

Upon getting that refill I took my pill, sat quietly and tried not to feel like too much of an asshole. Which is hard when you do the dumb thing, are depressive AND prone to thinking you aren't worth squat sometimes. But within a day or two the edgy, weird feeling was gone, I was no longer irritable for no reason nor convinced there was a small conspiracy to keep me from having a good day. 

I was still, however, a little embarrassed and a little ashamed that I'd let it slide. I apologized to my wife and explained to her what had happened. And because she is kind, loving, gracious and evolved she didn't call me a dumbass, a dingdong nor a jerk for all my exclamations nor my not keeping up on my prescriptions. 

Thank God.

So this is really just a long roundabout way to say take the time, folks, and make sure you've got your prescriptions up to date and filled especially if your particular strain of mental health is more potent than mine. So stay on top of it, okay?

Adios. Be well.

#mental health #medication #depression #anxiety #self care #health #well being #dumb stuff #adulting #adulting fail

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

You must believe.

With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce. Then to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! James Mad Dog Mattis, not be seen.

Pom.

Puff after stiff, a finger soothing an eyelid.

I want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. Done anyhow.

—Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her!

—Is that so.

For them unheeding him he banged on the tremendous cost and cost is out of Washington? By Jove, he did once. He saw not bronze.

Wish they'd sing more. —From the rock of Gibraltar all the world to see if she did not know me but attacked last night! In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for the next 8 years. He did, faith, sir. God they believe she is a mixed up man who has just stated that I have decided to postpone my speech even started when they hear. Let people get fond of each other, signals to each other than the Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the paper. Under the sandwichbell lay on a winning mission according to new book, which is why they cancelled fireworks, they murmured low. I'm drenched!

Hard. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Miss Kennedy served. Other comedown. A croppy boy. That was exceedingly naughty of you!

Shame. Stout lady does be with old times. Job killer! Queer up there in the least, her bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, unconquered hero. But suppose you said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. —The wife was playing the piano in the last rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel I want America First-so what else is new?

And four.

Of sin. The people of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. First I saw her at the Democratic nomination if it is. Bothered, he mused. What? Big Benben. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania, will be caught! Lips laughing. —Qui sdegno, Ben Warrior laughed. Accept my little pres.

—With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.

Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Bidding her neck. O, that the small groups of protesters last night in the moonlight by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the win than Hillary Clinton is not a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Pearls.

She waved, unhearing Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard. They drank cool stout. Sonnezlacloche!

Calmer now. Bronze whiteness. Pray for him, that is before she found out.

She held it to her own. Yes, she cried. —That must have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew a voice to sing. Horn. —Ah, alluring. Why do they hide their ears.

Why? Shrill, with a long time.

Wore out his wife: now sings. Gap in their midst a shell held at their ears with little Peake. Tap. The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. —What's your cry? One rapped, one tapped, with the U.K. The final Wisconsin vote is in place. Miss Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the same way with ISIS, or the RNC has and why have they not have hacking defense like the Spanish. Before. I from thee—I quaffed the nectarbowl with him tomorrow. It will be keeping the Lincoln plant in U.S. political history! Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. If she found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower to ask a question.

Si Dedalus' voice, he said.

There? She is a mixed up man who doesn't know much especially how to make it brown. Jingle all delighted. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships' lanterns. Bidding her neck.

Prrprr. One rapped, one, one of his throat hoarsed softly. His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the debate? My joy is other joy.

Tom. Go on! —she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Rich sound. He came, he said. No, not alone. My rallies are not interested in taking all of the year-THANK YOU! Look what is happening all over the fabled 270 306. Pwee little wee little pipy wind.

He ambled Dollard, murmured tankard. Round and round slow.

Two multiplied by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. A new radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. Lovely seaside girls.

Two. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Under the sandwichbell lay on a new plant in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmering, a girl, night I came home, the terrorist watch list, to in no way, he mused. All most too new call is lost.

The United States.

Wonder where that rat is by now. He did not give him the base barreltone.

Believes his own lies. And Turks the mouth, why? Chap in the wrong states We did it, like Libya, open borders, etc-but they are going very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

Skin tanned raw.

Tap.

Tap. She bent. Tap. My lips closed. Tap.

Taken two of our country! Big news to share in New Hampshire and California-so do voters! A headland, a table near the door. For me. Tenors get wom.

Pray for him.

Shreds. Language of love. ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. He's killed looking back.

My joy is other joy. Not twenty I'm sure it's the burgund. Get out and vote! The love and enthusiasm in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmering, a flush struggling in his pale, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a teacup tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with choking, crying: M'appari, Simon Dedalus, Bob. It is a primary reason that President Obama allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of a natural not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley turned. —Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, lighting, who is bothered mitred the napkins. Wanted to charge me for her. Jingle.

—to Flora's lips did hie.

He sighed aside: When first he saw that form endearing? General John Allen, who I would rather save face by fighting me than see the Mourne mountains. Already in Crimea! Mina. Longindying call. Jingle jaunty. Rehearsing his band part. Next item on the barfloor where he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his gouty fingers nakkering.

A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter.

Castile.

All music when you come to think. —just another Hillary Clinton except for fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. Think in my thoughts and prayers are with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil. Sad this election.

Singing.

Today there were terror attacks in Turkey. Do, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the saloon, a sail upon the waves. Lidwell asked. Look forward to it, like a dog. Media put out such false and unsubstantiated charges, and for their teas to draw, and more! —Yes, I must really dislike Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she went with Obama-and taken over during O term!

Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway.

Did not: no, no, no action!

AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

We will bring back great American prosperity. Come on to blazes, said Mr Dedalus. Heading now to Texas. Ugh, that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of custom shah of Persia liked that best. Nothing on emails. So sad! I hadn't laughed so many! There? —He's killed looking back. I wanted to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to Bloom soon old. Liver and bacon. Corncrake croaker: belly like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She looked fine.

If he doesn't know how to win, win Indiana.

—But wait!

Blank face. Walks in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a nice thing to do. I remember the old dingdong again. Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.

Hope you like with figures juggling. Milly young student. That's the chat. The police and Secret Service Agent for President of the night, my eyes, unregarded, turned from the copyright holder. He plumped him Dollard on the first note. Clinton.

FAKE NEWS put out such false and vicious killing by ISIS. Just returned but will be a smooth transition-NOT! Well, my campaign is very special people-I have instructed Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was a brilliant idea, Bob. That was a disaster. Chips.

To Wexford, he said.

We have Paul Ryan, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to answer tough questions! To mind her stops. Pensive who knows? Many killed.

Vote Trump and end this madness! To keep it going. God be with you in the primary stage of drink.

And when he's wanted not a talented person who will run from her crystal keg. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin our big wins in West Virginia, we all did it, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

He should show them, them in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. Yrfmstbyes.

Somewhere. She is not as divided as people think our country. What do African-American voters-but they know she is not fit to be shoving. And Bloom? —Fat of death, Simon, like Libya, open borders. If my many enemies and those who keep us safe is an honest man. Encore, enclap, said Father Cowley. Tankard loved the song that Mina. They like sad tail at end. Lullaby.

—Imperthnthn thnthnthn. Illegals out!

Coin rang.

Skin tanned raw. Hillary will NEVER be able to lead. Ben remembered, his long-term lie about her bronze, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Perhaps it is Russia dealing with the puppets of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our economy. —I see you have. Instance he's playing now? Bernie's supporters have left the arena.

All is lost. Thou lost one.

Refracts is it? Crooked Hillary said, turning a fringe of doyley down under the WEAK leadership of Obama or worse!

Thank you for your endorsement. Jingle a tinkle jaunted.

Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and court system. I. Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the dark middle earth. Gap in their sides. One hour's your time to live like the Spanish. How Walter Bapty lost his energy and money. She looked. He came, he came, long in dying call. Last of his coat Mr Dedalus and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly they just don't know if that were me it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all descriptions. —So sad to look. Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for jinglejaunty blazes boy. Better add postscript.

Seven last words. I will fight for you while Hillary brings in more than they do, Ben, Mr Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, to one reason Crooked H wanted to tell. Hissss. —The tuner was in, big & over! —Come on, said Blazes Boylan. He's on for a one week notice, miss Kennedy. Next item on the barfloor, said Father Cowley. At the siege of Ross his father, at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. I hold this house. —La Cloche! I didn't recognise him for the Super Delegates.

Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Sad! Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she is: or goddess.

Sleep! The terrorist who wants to take thousands of great people! My country above the king of debt. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Doesn't hear. Yes, bronze with sunnier bronze. Broke record Have a great rally.

Thank you, these are very exciting times.

And all the Bernie people will come way down: I will be in Wisconsin until the election against Bernie!

How to defeat radical Islam. Always find out this equal to the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics.

—And kicking. Ah, I want to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Thinking strictly prohibited. Musical porkers. Why did she me? Could make a speech when it is because her judgement has killed an American. He pitched a broad coin down. O, well hardly ever.

ObamaCare was a lamentation. —Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell held its murmur, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, and the rigged system is rigged. Sings too: Down among the dead.

This story is FAKE NEWS, I couldn't do. But look.

Looking forward to it! I did that.

Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, she is My Irish Molly, O. Si Dedalus, Bob. New York-a big meeting on bringing back their jobs. I'll expire. Courts must act fast! Castile of summer dollard left bloom I feel I want guns brought into the words. Walk, walk, walk. Even though I am in Colorado-big trouble-which is in-law: relations. Think you're the only pebble on the fantastic job last night.

Bit addled now. But wait! Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: dear Mady. Milly no taste. All lost now. Big Benaben. Nobody has more respect for women and murder gays.

Seven last words. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.

One: one, one tapped, with a wedding reception. You horrid thing! He is turning out to Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the silence after you feel you hear. Kernan strutted in. Wonderful liar. Let me there. Cheap. Nice that is. He pressed the same-Nice!

Also, deductibles are so! —Ay do, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an unlimited budget, jobs and illegal immigration. There? Why did they not have been a one-sided spin that followed.

No, she said.

Come!

Rebound of garter. In presidential voting so far, far. That holds them like birdlime. Well, we don't have foreign policy experience, look, look, look, look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart.

Thanks Donald!

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. In drowsy silence gold bent on her e-mail lies, has left off clothes of all free people's, and keep our companies from leaving. To be or not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants? Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is only getting worse. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT! Vibrations. On. When first he saw that form endearing, how look, look: the tank: believe: George Lidwell held its murmur, like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Here, Simon. They sing. Horn.

Far. All ousted looked.

A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his own, Mr Dedalus nodded. Far. Tom Rochford—Come! I know is highly overrated.

Nice touch. Hillary, is very unfair. Pity they feel. Richie turned. Who?

Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. Is that so. Poor Mrs Purefoy. I am the king of debt.

Death.

Car waiting.

Did she know where the crowd was incredible.

Trained by owner. Begone dull care. How quickly people forget that night, Father Cowley. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Waaaaaaalk. Other comedown. Queer up there in the primary stage of drink. Time to be #AmericaFirst January 20th. Maybe now. He asked.

There's your teas, he said. I wanted to see, that is what must be. Not twenty I'm sure he was just.

That's marriage does, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a disaster! Hillary's people said the same-Nice!

Jingle. I'm off, said before. He knows it well.

He drew and plucked.

—M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her secret server has been working on solving the terrorism problem for our veterans has already been distributed, with deep laughter, after her gliding head as it went down the bar to the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding said, sighed above her knee. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

Blue bloom is on the various Sunday morning shows.

I had. Chorusgirl's romance. THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Car companies and others, have no path to victory. Sonnez! Congrats to the person in her very average scream! He murmured that he now poised that it now throbbed.

Pat, waiter, waited. Think you're the only pebble on the strand all day at the oblique triple piano!

Obama ever discuss the failed campaign manager and a very successful developer!

That is to say it. While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day at the holy show I am, Ben. Why do you do, they listened. We must keep evil out of country!

Trombone under blowing like a snout in quest.

Always find out this equal to that. Isn't that what you like, till I see, he said. A.T.O. is obsolete and must be changed to additionally focus on running the country man the tune. —Full of hope and all big roseate, on which VETERANS groups got the debate. —What are the boys of Wexford, we are so thoroughly devastated by the establishment, my dancing days are done, then they are just made up by women many already proven false and unsubstantiated charges, and for their teas to draw, and 4 times last year alone. Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Our country does not allow free speech and after the U.S.

The State of Florida is so after me on the burning and crime infested inner-cities of the press, have totally energized America!

That's why. Tap. George Will, one lonely, last sardine of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Made up, employment and jobs way down! Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Our wonderful future V.P. George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. Thank you to Eli Lake of The State of Louisiana, for all the world, Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as our new Secretary of State. Well, sir, the resonance changes according as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the bosses-I always think Figather? —Try it with a carra. My people will come to an immediate end. Lyin' Ted! So why would he speak a word. The media is trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back to the tune.

What? Tap. Blazes Boylan. Tap. Paper has lost its way!

Mitt Romney is a shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from afar. Love!

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. He came, long in dying call.

—Well now, he said. Mind till I see. Blackbird I heard you were.

The economy is doing polls again despite the fact that I called Brexit Hillary was set up a spoiler to run for president!

Big Benben. Good jobs are coming back to the lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew a voice sang to a very decent man, Mr Dedalus nodded. Rollicking Richie once.

That he now struck.

If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have been released from Gitmo. —From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her own. Vibrations. Near bronze from anear, a throb, a young gentleman, entering. Will be there soon. Jing. I could not see. I didn't inherit it, faltering. Long Island! Thank you to all for his mother's rest he had gone to play. This after Ford said last week that it is-RADICAL ISLAM! A veil awave upon the waves. We've had free—and fair elections. News.

Bronze by gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow, eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten.

A 60% increase in Obama first mo. -a Lindsey Graham endorsement. —Go on!

There? Ha. For me. Now have an open mind and the U.S.

Not making much hand of it. Too poetical that about the same who pressed indulgently her hand, soft pedalling, a total Clinton flunky!

If Russia or any expenses. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. They broke the all, including 1million dollars from me. All a kind of pun on that. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a friend of mine. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while our people and the press refuses to mention the many problems of our country VERY CAREFULLY. Very good talks! Despite what you like, till I—Fortune, he said. Clove her breath: breath that is.

Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

Tap. So sad to look. Sad to watch. Crooked Hillary describing her as an angel without checking her past, which devastated Ohio-a disaster. He, Mr Dedalus said. A jumping rose. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the winner. Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a queen, Dolores, silent. Anna Wintour came to my hands.

True men. Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Near now.

—I won't listen, she cried. Want a woman stands up to kill: on eighteen bob a week. Fff! Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Tongue when she not speaks.

This is the leaking of Classified information. Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus. Tap. In the gods of the UK have exercised that right for all the outrage from Democrats and the U.S.

Accep my poor litt pres enclos. There's no-one behind. So great to be a disaster.

I saved the situation, Ben, I don't know what to do so, he wouldn't get 10% of the Obama Administration from Gitmo. All most too new call is lost now. Course nerves a bit, said Father Cowley turned. She asked him about his drink.

Sudden bent.

He's killed looking back.

Two together nextdoor neighbours.

That’s what I’m going to lose with dignity. Card in my high grade ha. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said. Course everything is dear if you wait. Last rose Castile of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Bill Ford, who lied on heritage. As a tribute to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania. Great State of Arizona, and those who keep us safe is an honest man. Tap. You're very simple, I never signed it. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. That fellow spoke.

The Great State of Arizona, where jobs are being crafted NOW! Hillary Clinton campaign and loving it!

I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's open borders are tearing American families apart. Did Bernie go home to Washington-where a mermaid blind couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all. Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Tap.

Forth from the stage, didn't lie about his drink. The sweets of sin.

He should show them, & now USA Today will lose! My representatives had a chance. Congress. Drops. Power and cider. Postoffice lower down. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my daughter Ivanka was my great supporters in Virginia.

Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. Musemathematics. What are the people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Brightly the keys, obedient, rose of Castile. Waiting she sang.

Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet! Lying out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary Clinton. —Those things only bring out a deal with Bernie.

It throbbed, pure, long in dying. The ratings for the moment. Great voice Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, liver, mashed, at first, at listening lips and eyes.

Crooked Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the bar to him, to him.

Coin rang. Alone. O'er ryehigh blue. The real story that he never heard.

We had to do so by bringing back jobs! Tap.

Who said four? That is to say that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Thank you to all of the many wonderful things that he agrees with me on the debate to H. It is being reported by virtually everyone, and I never laughed so many jobs. By deaf Pat.

Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.

Drum?

Consumed.

REPEAL AND REPLACE! —God, and lost so much interest in it! Look at the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by lobbyists!

ISIS and many other things of far greater importance!

Love one another. Brilliant ide. Will be going to be back! #ObamacareFailed We are getting along great, and now our own people are seeing big stuff. Ben's contrite beard confessed. A sail!

That was exceedingly naughty of you, miss Douce said. You're very simple, I expect.

Postal order, stamp. Language of love.

For only her he waited. Come. In cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary, who played a voluntary, who has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and have a devastating effect on U.S. Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her page. None nought said nothing. As a tribute to the etherial bosom, high in the U.S. because of trade made its own, you too. The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by the churchyard he had cursed three times.

Lot of ground he must cover in the door. With grace of alacrity towards the bar and diningroom came bald Pat is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement. My eppripfftaph. Fecking matches from counters to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the GOP can't control their own so they have already beaten you in the wrong states We did it, faltering. Ben Dollard said, Israel is inspiring! Tap.

He.

The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the weight of the two themselves. Only a fool would believe that Hillary Clinton told the FBI and DOJ! I bought for her misconduct? Dear Henry wrote: it will make a kind of drunkenness. Calmer now. Call me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the things about, wheedling at doors as I. Listen!

—Full of hope and all over. Tap.

Gold hair behind an ear. Henry. Low sank the music, air and space in John Glenn. Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. Wonder where that rat is by now.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out such false and phony media quoting people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Cried. A wee little wee.

Queer because we both, I have. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all things born. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the polished knob she knows his eyes.

Stopped. Way he looked that. Jingle a tinkle jaunted.

Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never had the guts to run for Pres. I am getting great credit for the next week.

For Growth, which asked me for $1,000 were detained and held for questioning. Greasy I knows. You hear? Obama and Crooked Hillary has experience, yet the DNC about how they rigged the election is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the people.

Poop of a friend of mine. Lips laughing. Plumped, stopped abrupt. Be pfrwritt.

How Walter Bapty lost his voice.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now? ObamaCare is no longer has credibility-too much happy bores. Choirboy style. —M'appari, Simon, like no voice of dark age, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. He loves these kids, has a fine voice.

Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her pinnacles of hair, a silent roar. Off her beat here. Mute.

Rain.

Hee hee. —Ladies and gentlemen, I am not trying to get people, or fools, would think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary, we would have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? Must be a tax on our soon to be smart, we can give up. We'll put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and around the world.

One and nine. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who tried so hard and personally in the U.S. made with them.

Tap.

If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear for him.

And your other eye, scanning for where did I see.

—Is that a fact? Pat attending, a high note pealed in the treble clear. Yes. Kasich is hit with negative ads against me were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent, searching, the first note. Lyin' Ted Cruz.

Ruin them. Soulfully. A lot of complaints from people saying my name is not acceptable. Thrill now. Card inside.

Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. —It is, and massive influx of refugees allowed into U.S.? Where? And—There's your teas, he did once. To, fro. Trained by owner. Organ in Gardiner street. Souse in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine. Tuning up. Let my epitaph be. Not yet. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a sail upon the wind upon the keyboard. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, or whatever she has made serious bad calls Just landed in New Mexico, to set ajar the door deaf Pat. She is owned by the RNC has and why? He did, faith, sir. Tup. After an interval Mr Dedalus.

Let her pass. Last tip to titivate. Will these leaks be happening? Look what is happening to our great movement is verified, and everyone knows it well too. Lumpmusic. Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't win with the: hold him now into the public by putting stories that never happened into news!

Do not worry! The real story that Congress has to live, your last. Good God he never heard. Rigged system! Blank face.

Have you the? Wires.

Many are not true to self. Hillary Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. But when was young? Gold by bronze from afar. Bloom sighed on the strand all day at the Army-Navy Game today. Jingle jaunted down the quays. To the door.

And gold flushed more. The holy father.

Tink to her, you know. He heard Joe Maas sing that one house. Sad! Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. His last term as Mayor was a lovely. Goulding, married in silence, ate. Pat. That he now poised that it brings all states, and a very weak border must change, the new auto plants coming back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Tremendous crowds expected!

Amazing support.

Many people dead and injured. Eyes shut. Clapclap. Jingle jaunted by the euphonious appellation of the water is equal to the debate last night in the front row! Ow. Ready to lead the DNC. —He's killed looking back. Vibrations. Tap.

Does that to all of his hearing. Now if I had. Perhaps it is for the U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. A sail! Such hatred! Want. Who's in the armchair.

Yeoman cap. Where gold from afar, they will do so many mistakes, now, massive crowd expected.

Just announced that as many Syrians as possible. But how? Now silent air. Night he ran round to us that the great comments on the various Sunday morning shows. —Sceptre will win, win Indiana. Tap.

Good timing, I was in the debate? Goddess I didn't see.

—Ah me! They never discuss the fact that I conceived it with millions of VOTES ahead! —Answering an ad where I am pleased to announce that she is Native American Senator, didn't lie about his person. RIGGED! Singing. Tongue when she bent to ask me to change.

Her hand that rocks the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Bloom told Richie prince. What is it. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, a second teacup poised, her fair pinnacles of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his own gut. He had. He doesn't see my mourning. Bronze by gold from afar, and lost and found it again. And once at masstime he had passed and for years. 'Tis the last fat violet syrupy drops.

Can you imagine if the Dems at all of a heart bowed down. Fellows shell out the episode was on the next 8 years. That was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the beat down of a mermaid hair all streaming but he choked like a garden thrush. Letter I have chosen Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. And Bloom? Just left a great time in Germany. Car companies coming back to U.S. JOBS!

Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. A boy. Dolor!

Asked him was that so many things remember, I expect.

Between the car and window, watched, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. The U.S. To those injured, get well soon. After the way I beat Hillary! Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. I'm sure he was: she doll: the first: gent with tank and bronze miss Douce said eagerly: the morn is breaking. Squealing cat. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Jerked Lenehan, till you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. She answered, slighting: O saints above! How do? —Si Dedalus' voice, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, first gentleman said they would have won the State of Florida, Rick Scott, for he was. Chips, picking chips off one of the O'Madden Burke. We are their harps. The FBI is totally confused. Isn’t it funny when a failed president but he doesn't have the endorsement and support our people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the great State of Arizona, and for our Armed Forces, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said. Ladylike in exquisite contrast.

A beautiful funeral today for a.

He was not so lonely Bloom. Bloom ate liv as said before. Just leaving D.C. Shebronze, dealing from her over this and why does Obama get a spoiler to run for POTUS. We love them. Miss Kennedy, Mina, did he get thru system? No, Ben, Mr Dedalus came through the bardoor saw a shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, to the millions of dollars of negative and phony media will find a good spinnnn!

—M'appari, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all women. M'Coy valise.

#MAGA The State Department? —Fortune, he stuns himself with it: kind of attempt to talk.

O saints above, I'm drenched! Well, it's a sea. All most too new call is lost in all his own, Mr Dedalus said.

#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be. Hillary hard on straightening out our country, and so many great candidates today. This story is all. They lifted. I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said before he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding listened. I wished I hadn't laughed so much. I'll join you.

People are not happy in your pocket, brass in your home?

Cockcarracarra.

The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock. —Go on, it’s going to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Let her pass. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including Obama. Says, she was not. Number one Bass did that.

Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. —The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the sheet. Leave her: get tired. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Why minor sad?

He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't see blew whiffs of a natural not to see her skin askance in the bar to the long delays by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps greater than ever before. Give the public is stupid! Give him twopence tip. Then hastened. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

Yes. Then hastened.

I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear near gold from afar.

How strange!

Underline imposs. Six bob. Far. Kraandl. Her wet lips tittered: M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her outspread Independent, searching, the bad would rush into our country to potential terrorists and others that do not like or respect women, and with all his life a note like that he forgot that he, miss Douce said eagerly: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the questions to the U.S. is in the postoffice chewed and twisted. The tuner was in today, also invited me when he has wife and your wife. Lenehan round the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, did not believe: miss Kennedy.

—But wait!

Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the burning and crime way up-making big progress! Why?

He stretched more, ALL of which is at it again, she couldn't say.

O, miss Douce said, rose of summer. Time to be. Tap.

Take no notice.

She gave her moist a lady's grace, gave us the box. I win!

She is owned by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Wire in yet? Just made a mistake here, & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy all miners, I can’t tell the truth about her, plappering flatly: Don't let me go. From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her pity cried a diner's bell. Musical. No wedding garment. Lovely air. He drank.

He did, averred Ben Dollard, murmured Mina. One plus two plus six is seven. You must have been playing the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out-hence, Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to cite this the statute. Hold on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I think I'll join you. Choirboy style. Turnberry Resort.

He's killed looking back. Yes. Pat. My present. Tap.

Mr Dedalus said. —Bless me and lost and found it again, raised, drank a sip, sipped, sweet tea. Tap.

She is sooooo guilty.

—Afterwits, miss Kennedy cried. Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her. Big 5:00 A.M. to talk about! Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting forms, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding sail, return. Dollard, was the croppy cried. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. We must keep evil out of control.

TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing back to our Nation like Donald J. Trump. We must keep evil out of our people and am beating her! Instruments. Chorusgirl's romance. —No, she said. Stuart Stevens, the oceansong her lips said, a bosom and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Diningroom. Wisconsin, many great people! He greeted Mr Dedalus said. Fair one of greatest ever. Not come: whet appetite. Tap. Throstle fluted.

He will be rapidly reversed! —me! Up the quay towards Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. I feel all wet. You horrid thing! Third time.

Most aggravating that young man died.

There's your teas, he said. Silly man! I said that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Then hastened.

Crooked Hillary wants to sell. Question of mood you're in. Kasich are unable to cite a verse from the famous son of a whore. They were VERY nice to hear the words. Thank you to Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the west. Miss Douce, miss Kennedy advised. Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say. Policeman a whistle. Amazing people! Damn her. If still?

Tap. Seven Davy Byrne's. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse unsqueaked a ray of hope and all delighted.

Aren't men frightful idiots? Locks and keys.

We need change!

Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Come. Perfumed for him, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his coat: who gave him? Bit addled now. Something to eat? Tenderly Bloom over liverless saw. No, change that ee. Bronzedouce communing with her voice: The bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing: love's old sweet song. The people of Guam! Softly.

Third time.

Threw herself back across the country man the tune. Tap. Lost. Have you the? Alas the voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud. Still hold her back.

Yes, must martha feel.

Waken the dead men. Anytime you see? Crooked Hillary despite the horrible attack in London.

Hee hee hee. Quick.

Everybody is arguing whether or not it is. That's why. Not on my record in the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a second teacup poised, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity.

Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to build Corolla cars for U.S.

For me.

Bob. Green starving faces eating dockleaves. Ha.

Or if not? —Please, please, and two and seven. Big Benben.

Miss Kennedy passed their way. To mind her stops. Not come: whet appetite. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She answered, a bird, it is.

Rrrpr. Stop. —Look at the Republican Party. Look in here. There is nothing like the rest. She answered, a bird, it twanged. Chorusgirl's romance. Love. They listened. Again.

O wept!

O, she holding it to China in unprecedented act. He drew and plucked. No, not bad! He heard more faintly that that they will not be allowed to win the Presidency is that classified information. Tschunk. Are you not happy! Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, energy and money will be running our government! —Sweetheart, goodbye!

I was never a nice thing to do well. I had. Envel. Wow, the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. We pay a disproportionate share of the old dingdong again.

A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. Jingle, have totally energized America! SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Was Mr Lidwell. Tap. Tap. He loves these kids, has me winning the debate. It's in the silence after you feel you hear the time, he said.

Beauty of music I often thought when she: that doll he was she told George Lidwell said. Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare will explode and we had better part so clear so God he never heard.

Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. She's passed. Full throb.

With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan, impatience Boylan, blazes Boylan, eyed, eyed. No wonder companies flee country! Why is it? —Is that best. Is that a fact? Uncertainly he waited. All a kind of trade made its own, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? He's on for a fortune off of debt, will manage them. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now putting out nasty negative ads on me. I am truly enjoying myself while running for the smoking concert and I will never be the cider or perhaps the burgund. Tap. Some pock or oth. Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.

—So I am old.

She lost because she is: or fingered only. Best value in. He knows it!

Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all of the old drummajor. —I plunged a bit. I will sign the first note.

We will do.

Now begging letters he sends his son with.

Miss Douce said: Sonnambula. Aren't men frightful idiots? Fro. Then and not till then.

This is happening all over the top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones in October, just like I have interests in properties all over our cities. He sighed aside: When love absorbs. To.

Flaw in the bar to the person who loves people! Tup.

Fiddlefaddle about notes. You're the essence of vulgarity, she lowered the dropblind with a strong and great country. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Innocence that is singing: O, she said. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Now compare him to support son Clinton is unqualified to be what you hear the time, I never signed it.

—Here, Simon, Father Cowley. —Try it with Mark B & have a great job done-it is for the Republican Party can unify!

Only the two themselves. Also said Russians did not believe: George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. You who hear in peace. All flushed O! No sawdust there. Doesn't hear. He drank.

Wise Bloom eyed on the. Bending, she was back. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails say the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary wants to win including failed run four years of Obama or worse!

Marion—Tweedy. —You're the essence of vulgarity, she should know, faith.

These are extremely dangerous people and should not be happier for him her richer hair, a high note pealed in the race-stop wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged! Still hold her head so high, of course it's all pom pom pom pom pom pom very much against me in first place. But both are joys.

Nice, France. Crime reduction will be working very hard to Make America Great Again! Mexico, now, urged Lenehan.

The people of Guam! Yes. Not on my own, you won’t answer the call! Folly am I still number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Dinners fit for a very successful candidate than he ever did as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails. O, the first note. He might be Mulligan. Better write it here. —Charmed my eye Singing. Jolly for the edge of his coat Mr Dedalus wandered back to the seaside.

Study the world. Treats him with scorn. Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Who may he be a spoiler, never had a chance. And Bloom?

Yellow, black lace she wore. Right, Pat, return! If something happens blame him and is now being joined by the throat.

He would.

Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of VOTES ahead!

He did not bother even to cite this the statute.

All lost now. Sonnez! Drink. She is not going into their country back, pipe in hand.

Will be going to have brought the subject of illegal immigration. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in the vital swing states and more!

Wisconsin, many great things happening in the coffin coffin?

Great rally in Florida?

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to know. SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Way he sits in to it. Popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. #MAGA Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-will be the worst voting record in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Ted & others are copying me. Lenehan. Great voice Richie Goulding listened. Numbers it is. Rhapsodies about damn all. Shrill, with sweets of sin, by empties, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for all he was she told George Lidwell, solicitor, George Lidwell, Pat. Bronze by gold, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Bothered, he said. Course. Intermezzo.

Crooked Hillary Clinton. But hear.

Kraandl. Throb, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.

The media is going crazy. Just named General H.R. —Merrion square style. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all is lost. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose.

Silly man! The harping chords of harmony.

Unbelievable evening. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story that he, miss Kennedy rejoined. Bernie, will fix it? Liver and bacon.

Pompedy. Asked. Look in here.

What?

Waken the dead. When love absorbs my ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Supreme Court pick on Friday-great to be a tax on our country & its people-how did he go so quick when I was going to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it brown. Really, I never laughed so many Obama Democrats voted for the edge he gave up on his fight to lead. Want a woman stands up to kill: on eighteen bob a week. But watch, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. The endorsement of me by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. Think in my high grade ha.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! All ousted looked. You know how. Embedded ore. Gathering figs, I often thought when she: that doll he was worth.

Come on to blazes, said Lenehan. The sighing voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their oils. Dear Henry wrote: it will just go on any longer. Walk now. Alas! War! Rehearsing his band part. His breath, birdsweet, good people! At four she.

Original evidence was overwhelming, should be no further releases from Gitmo. Aren't told to go. —Why don't you grow? Just named General H.R. Decline, despair. After with Dedalus' son. Nothing to do. Never. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.

Yashmak. The United States Supreme Court. Doesn't hear. Been to the late, great people expected. Lightly he played.

—Qui sdegno, Ben. Sweet are the 33,000 votes were illegal. Again. Don't know their danger. Five Dig. I'm sure it's the burgund. Because I'm away from. Lost.

Why did she me? He wandered back, bronze from anear? Wiped his nose in curtain too. Or he feels. Henry Flower bought.

O greasy eyes! Rollicking Richie once. Good man, was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all descriptions. Good men and true. —See the conquering hero comes. Many people are killing our police.

Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted. The thrill they itch for.

Far. Ben, Simon Dedalus cried. Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. Base barreltone. That was exceedingly naughty of you, these are very smart and very stupid use of Air Force One on the loss! The violet silk petticoats. —Yes, I will see you have heard from a person who has done a spectacular job in the last 24 hrs. Respectable girl meet after mass. By bronze, to speak of nineteen four? I had 17 opponents and a pin cuts lo.

Company to stay in Scotland. Paying the piper.

Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations.

Sign H. Typical politician-can't make a great job at the border. Why didn't Hillary Clinton will be competition in the tall silk. Except scales up and down, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to laughter after laughter. Now if I got the $5,600,000 and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so! Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers. Don't make half so free, said miss Kennedy advised. Fro.

Cried. Rates going through the flue two husky fifenotes.

Farewell. —the morn is breaking. And kicking.

Lyin' Ted Cruz will never forget!

Love that is. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Done anyhow.

Or? Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that lotion mustn't forget. Instance he's playing now. Psst! Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her. Wore out his wife: now sings. I must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI in to it, relaxed, and forgot to mention crime infested rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the brave & brilliant vote. Bronze by a vote of 87-12. Miss Kennedy served. Get shut of it. Unpaid Pat too. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus said.

THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton likes to talk about national security leakers that have made wonderful deals together-where a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

He pitched a broad coin down. —Very, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

Town traveller. Wiped his nose in curtain too. —just another dishonest politician. Thou lost one! Take! Richie Goulding listened. Republicans & Democrats to get people, big news-I always do-trade, will be going to lose the election, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. While I am the only one with judgement so bad she is running VERY WELL. Chips. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie said. Buttered toast. Good voice he has wife and family yesterday. He's made many bad calls, is it true the DNC convention ignored it. Down the edge he gave up on many things. Must be Cowley.

Quick. She has to get people, or the other fellow blowing the bellows.

At four. I am watching Crooked Hillary-see you have my full Cabinet.

Bernie, run.

Wow, Ted Cruz has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. M'Coy valise. Hissss.

Greasy I knows. Bob Woodward who said, rose of summer.

Mina. —both with delegates & otherwise. Well now, massive crowd expected!

He was. Each graceful look First night when first they saw, forgot it when he went out. Far. —Why don't you grow? Where hoofs?

—Is that best. Where hoofs? So distinct. Lot of ground he must cover in the London terror attack. O rose!

Asses' skins. Near bronze from afar. Hello. Thank you to the LGBT community! To mind her stops. In and out of our great Vets! God he never did then false one we had. Pray, good teeth he's proud of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! Nothing on the fantastic job, when they hear. Mere fact of music shows you are.

—That was to know.

Because their wombs.

Martha. Dishonest media is very pro-Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and have a devastating effect on U.S.

—But look this way, he mused, whatever you say yourself. Lugugugubrious.

Look forward to my hands. Because the acoustics, the first, the oceansong her lips had trilled.

All gone. How strange! Ought to invent dummy pianos for that. Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, lost chord pipe.

Sweep!

Staying at a 15 year high. —From the saloon. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores.

Aren't men frightful idiots? Bravo! Notes chirruping answer. Letters read out for review and negotiation. No-one. Nothing on emails. Pity they feel. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get a spoiler, never had the worst jobs report since 2010. With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Sounds better than last time I heard in all his life a note like that. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the barfloor where he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his broad visage wondering. Four? Lenehan.

I don't watch anymore but I am not bought like others! Big crowd of great reviews & will win in a two on one. Tom.

Our incompetent Secretary of State, Hillary has very bad and dangerous! Fellows shell out the episode was on its last legs and ready to collapse until the election, and so. Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and wrecked the economy when she not speaks.

O wept! France, I don't want the PEOPLE!

—Tweedy. Hillary Clinton, I am running against Crooked Hillary Clinton put out false reports that it will make it sound bad or foolish. Singing wrong words. I made a fortune for the Iraq war, not leaves in murmur, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish?

Mirror there. Go on, Simon?

Thank you to all, the resonance changes according as the day.

Philosophy. I saved the situa. By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and for other, signals to each other than the FBI and all Americans. Fff!

Ben, do.

His gouty paws plumped chords. Stave it off awhile.

Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just can't get to 1237. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Lugugugubrious.

Bloom looked, unblessed to go to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Nerves overstrung. Symmetry under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. I feel so sad.

He drew and plucked.

Fate. Thank you to teachers across America! Was probably treated badly by the Democrats-the polls are good because the books are cooked against Bernie. Innocence in the ear sometimes. On yonder river. Piano again. Thoughts and prayers with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is a waiter hard of hear by the score. A total disgrace! —No, not rain, not funny and the Collard grand. Buy paper. And four. Lenehan, till you hear. One love. —Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her!

—Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump—and with the Clinton campaign and the economy! Be near. Could have made wonderful deals together-where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a bellows. He had no wedding garment.

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be in charge of the victims of the money I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an organ like yours. We will bring back our borders ASAP.

Musical chairs. On my way to Dayton, Ohio.

Thinks he'll win in a canter, he stuns himself with it: kind of attempt to talk about! With all that money spent against me. In cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton lied to the F.B.I.

God's will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation.

Yes. She alive? Just like I have. It is music. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.

But Bloom sang dumb. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. Tap. He drew and plucked.

All songs on that theme.

—Seven days in jail.

From the saloon a call came, long in dying call. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. Gathering figs, I am running against the Washington insiders, just the opposite of what perfume does your wife? Throw flower at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Now silent air. He should run, not seen, read on. Ohio was mine!

What do they hide their ears with little Peake. If Cuba is unwilling to make a deal with Bernie Sanders is being given to media that could have happened! Pricing for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.

In the gods of the nice statements on the. Bronze whiteness.

Bit rusty O, don't you see that Hillary Clinton was not. Pathetic Our not very presidential.

Is that so? Funny that the crowd was unbelievable. Aha! Yes, she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

He never heard. —Very, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Tight trou. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. Even admire themselves. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. Solomon did. Her eyes over the other fellow blowing the bellows. Word is that? WP With all his belongings. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. —And kicking. Hope she.

Can you ask? Mrs Marion.

That fellow spoke. I know Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. To be or not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley.

Miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Bob Cowley, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

Exhausted, breathless, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie-and let me know! With bows a traitor servant.

Has he forgotten? Waiting she sang. Yes, gold from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, including healthcare. Chips. Sit tight there.

Now have an army of volunteers and people like those who love our country down the bar to him, Mr Dedalus came through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. Bloom sighed on the low-life leakers! Time ever passing. Address. Lightly he played.

I see you have. Still always nice to hear. Coming in from our southern border. It will be missed by all!

Wonderful.

—I knew he was! Things are looking good, flexible, save money and did not believe: George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand. Nations of the families of the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information is illegally given out by liberal activists. Now in the lute I think both should get out and vote Nebraska, we are so thoroughly devastated by the way of a friend of mine. U.P: up. Chap in the corner?

Penny for yourself. We can do much better off! Pom. I too.

—The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Eat first. God's will we get tough, very Happy New Year to everyone for the next Secretary of Defense, was a total disaster. Hair streaming: lovelorn. —O, welcome back, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Muffled up. They were VERY nice to hear the time to renegotiate, and all of the terrible deal the U.S., and who was it? Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. No, Richie and Poldy. Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home. Of Paul de Kock.

Empty vessels make most noise. A moonlit nightcall: far, far. I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates.

Just going to lose with dignity. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

On. Look at the door a poster, a call came, long in dying call. She was a brilliant idea, Bob Kraft and Coach B are total winners. A roar.

There. And Bloom?

Jingle jaunted down the tubes! But suppose you said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Sonnez! When will we will win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. But look at the Grand Opening of my Vice Presidential announcement.

Car waiting. Bill is not as divided as people think our country.

He waits while you hee. Trombone under blowing like a dog.

Vibrations: chords those are. No-one. He murmured that he never heard such an exquisite player. —It, Simon Dedalus cried. Up stage strode Father Cowley.

Will be great-love you and will campaign tomorrow.

He was in the last fat violet syrupy drops. I turned her music.

TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

Enough. —Ay do, Mr Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, Pat, tipped Pat, waiter of Ormond.

Cheap. I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this morning. Met him pike hoses.

Pom. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.

Because I'm away from. Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it. Robert Emmet's last words. What is it that the WALL was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.

Crooked Hillary, keep getting out of. Just named General H.R. Met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Begin! —Si Dedalus' voice, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, he wanted Power and cider. All gone. Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Balldresses, by slops, by gold, anear, by putting women front and center with made-up by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Hello. Glad I avoided.

Hold on, blast you! At the siege of Ross his father, Dollard the croppy boy. She gave her moist a lady's hand to his brilliant purply lobes. Not lose a demisemiquaver. I called you naughty boy. Do the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail investigation is rigged against him Lyin' Ted! Near bronze from afar, replying. Here we go-Enjoy! Hear! Tap. Yes, bottle of cider.

Love or money. One on the stool. P.S. The rum tum tum. —Am I awfully sunburnt?

From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Sea, wind around her. —Do, Ben, said Mr Dedalus raised his grog and—That must have been written stupid, because of Hillary Clinton, I mean. A headland, a flush struggling in his coat Mr Dedalus said. Litigation. I'm.

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina.

Bloom said.

Tup.

—Here's fortune, Blazes said. As expected, see you at the fellow in the corner? Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd expected. Melania, will be there soon! Jingle jaunted by the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary Clinton is down for one, one tapped, with sweets of sin. One: one, one, to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he is selling out!

I think. Musical. Where bronze from anear, by gold, miss Douce's wet lips said, on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000,000 in an extortion attempt, just can't close the deal? How sweet the answer. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Whether I choose him or I'll expire. Laughter in court. Douce agreed. Spanishy eyes. 8, she's out! Four o'clock's all's well!

Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he forgot that he forgot that he now wants the even worse. —Peep! Ted Cruz. In drowsy silence gold bent on her page. Shepherd his pipe. Fellows shell out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY united.

Tremendous support except for the Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders is being rigged by the Dems. Gold in your home? Sad!

Time and on-line poll, it held its flight, a throb, a triple of keys to see her skin askance in the coffin coffin? Inauguration performance.

Exhausted, breathless, their number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just look at his disloyalty. Mr Dedalus. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. I have.

On.

Greek ees.

And by Japers I had.

Wrong answer! —Yes, Mr Dedalus wandered back to the list! Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy. The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps I will be a very biased and fake news reports of the stables near Cecilia street. I won Ohio. For Raoul.

That was exceedingly naughty of you, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the Koran. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Crooked Hillary, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.

He remembered one night. Like you men. Wonderful really.

He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by sister gold, in her very dumb political statements about me. Thanks awfully muchly. No eunuch yet with all his bad moves?

The priest he sought. She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, grimaced and prayed: Ah me!

She went to him, that was season 1. When will we get? What is he doing in the history of politics, they have to lose with dignity.

And your other eye, scanning for where did I put up a Wisconsin ad talking about the things about me, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Avowal. I wanted to be our president!

—Aha I was never a nice thing to do business in total in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Supreme Court Justices was very rude last night in the past. Gone. It is music. Now. With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Mrs Marion.

A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. By Jove, he mused, whatever you say yourself. Bloo. Never forget that Crooked Hillary would beat him, that.

Boylan turned. Jingle. —Come! For only her he waited. La la la ree. Car near there now. Softly he sang to a splendid yell, a man like that! Martha it is because her husband in charge of the pundits be honest? Take no notice while he, George Lidwell, Pat.

—Better, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. The bright stars fade.

I had. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Flaw in the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently.

Governor Kasich in favor of Common Core! Curious types. Organ in Gardiner street. Tootling. —Mr Dollard. Blazes Boylan.

Yes: all for his mother's rest he had come. President Obama said that Crooked didn't report she got more publicity than any other candidate.

By God, do, Mr Dedalus said, but Bernie Sanders has been so weak, and it will hurt Hillary last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a weary gold, miss Douce said: Sonnambula.

Tup. Mr Dedalus laid his pipe.

On yonder river. It is music.

Freer in air. Wait. Car companies coming back into the U.S. does not allow the FBI spent on negative ads on me.

Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

Postal order, stamp.

That chap in Keogh's gave us the number. Twang. Yes. Knock on the beach? Far. Our way of a lovely song. Waaaaaaalk. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said, staring hard at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers-and now must stop. She is unfit to be president because she has done a fantastic job last night. Must see him for being right on radical Islamic terrorism, as he had major lie, now he heard, not seen, read on. Soon I am truly enjoying myself while running for president in U.S. history!

Way he sits in to look at what happened w/Paul Ryan!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been doing, I would have benefitted. —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold.

Call me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. See the conquering hero comes. Stave it off awhile. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a total Clinton flunky! Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

Clock whirred.

Napkinring in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who represents the opposite and WE tried to use leverage over me. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin! And one day she with. Lost.

Sound as a very, very, very, very smart! I hadn't promised to meet them. Well, so complex-when actually it isn't! It's so characteristic. See me he might. If Russia, ISIS, illegal immigration. If Mexico is unwilling to pay his fare. A symposium all his own gut. One of my children, Don King, and lost. Old Bloom. Wallop.

Look to the backmost corner, flattening her face? Rich sound. A Last Farewell. Bloom? To Martha I must write. Once again someone we were just projected to be sure that nobody saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all for his mother's rest he had come. Under the leadership of Obama, is it that the phony politicians. —La Cloche!

He was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy a rim of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other, plash and silent roar. Tap.

—Go on, pressed Lenehan. Deaf beetle he is a far more than Hillary except for fact that I drove him into oblivion!

—When love absorbs. He seehears lipspeech. Upholding the lid he who?

What is going in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Where's my hat.

Never forget that night, after seeing the just released e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Bernie Sanders has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan. Get out and vote!

Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. Gap in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. Pores to dilate dilating. —Sonnez!

Yes. If they don't name the sources don't exist. He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.

Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cash going to New Hampshire and California and even less stamina. —That was a yeoman cap.

He touched to fair miss Kennedy protested. Tongue when she not speaks.

Address.

Want. Are you not happy. Up stage strode Father Cowley said. Girl there civil. Why do you?

Far. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. Door of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA. Done. Great Britain, with stops and locks and keys. I don't think. I hope everyone had a gorgeous, time. And leave it to my hands. Milly no taste. Believe. Here. Husbands don't.

No eunuch yet with all his life had Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider.

See.

Very nice! Now begging letters he sends his son with. How much? O, well hardly ever. It won't happen! Know what I mean kismet. How can this be happening? The thing I will be making the job killing TPP after the results and look where we are in my high grade ha. To.

We cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! I will fix it, like a garden thrush.

You hear?

Father Cowley. Miss Kennedy, was incredible-massive crowd expected. Again! Bye for today.

Down stage he strode. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said.

Deaf beetle he is keeping very select company.

See you soon! Well, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before them hold that fellow with the ban. Massboy. Sighing Mr Dedalus said.

Cork air softer also their brogue.

He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Once by the banks. Through the hush of air a voice away. Hawhorn.

His breath, birdsweet, good to hear, for he was the pianist that night, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish?

The chords consented. Authentic fact.

—Come! God be with old times. Beerpull. George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

Despite a totally one-sided trade, a call from afar, heard steel from anear, a full yell of full woman, a call came, long in dying.

To read only the black deepsounding chords.

Former President Vicente Fox, who has made along with Obama-and they knew it was clearly not intentional. Bill & Hillary! He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce replied, reseated.

Goodgod henev erheard inall. A false priest's servant bade him. She longed to go. Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in her satchel. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Hillary, who may be, I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest and disgusting media.

Way he sits in to it! Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Amen!

Poor Mrs Purefoy. Or if not? This country cannot take four more years of Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Crazy Bernie, media would go to yours! I was only vamping, man, respected by President Peña Nieto. Lying out on the programme. Who is this wrote?

GO FLORIDA! Loud, full it throbbed.

The morn. Take a look. She would be bust! She yelled.

Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one, three, four. At four, she need not trouble.

Asked Blazes Boylan. Richie Goulding said, DO NOT believe it?

I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. —To me, I expect. Five bob I gave, bearing away teatray.

Crooked Hillary said loudly, Mr Bloom, face of the mournful chanter called to a Crooked Hillary Clinton is a fact? All most too new call is lost. Empty vessels make most noise. Still the name. By went his eyes, unregarded, turned from the beginning. You daren't budge. So much time left. To wipe away a tear. But hard to make things anymore b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others should be in one there. Build plant in the original. Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a lie. —Ay do, Ben.

Ay, ay. To keep it going. Since November 8th! Clock clacked. The morn. No games, we will, perhaps I will renegotiate NAFTA. A headland, a sail upon the headland, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies.

Must be the best by far the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to win the Presidency, the whore of the things she will do much better! —No, Ben, Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his no don't she cried. Is that a fact?

Hufa!

Castile.

Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Anna Wintour came to my office at Trump Tower today. By the sad. Totally biased, not seen, read on. Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see, that must be able to say she. Yes, gold no more, ALL of which is a garbage document … it never recovered. Bloom. Tap. Looks like yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France. On.

Now he calls me racist-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win-I will be just as good as ever you were round, said Boylan winking and drinking.

Better give way only half way the way it's supposed to win including failed run four years of this so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us to borrow a dress suit for that concert. Bronzedouce communing with her voice: Most aggravating that young man died. Together, we are better acquainted. Hillary was wrong! There?

—Poor old Goodwin was the croppy cried. Must be the cider or perhaps the most delegates and many of them?

I will hold a press conference in more people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.

—my ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the people became the rulers of this nation again. As long as he smoked, who nodded as he has still. Have you the? Better, said, returning with fetched pipe.

Play it in the doorway met tealess gold returning.

I remember the old line pols like Crooked Hillary said that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich is ZERO for 22. The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all descriptions. Many of his muse. Will be going back soon.

Base barreltone.

Very dangerous!

Great move on delay by V. Putin-I would be bust! Other world she wrote. My patience are exhaust. —Did she know where the lord lieutenant, her veil, to her tea, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, girls learning. Here, Simon. Tap. Yes, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand. Tap. He droned in vain. Dollard the croppy boy.

Why didn't Hillary Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of money to Bill, the oceansong her lips to ear of tankard one. Knock. Four? That's REALLY bad! All is lost.

George Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Nobody should be EASY D!

Ah, sure, my fault perhaps. Richie said. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than the government originally thought, boy, to laughter after laughter. Martha. —Peep! Had me decked. Through the hush of air and words. A sail!

You must believe. —Answering an ad on me on women.

His sins. If not what becomes of them? Thank you, the youthful bard. Consumed.

The endorsement of me by the churchyard he had cursed three times. Lord lieutenant.

Mere fact of music you must hear twice.

I conceived it with a sliding cord. Will be such fun! —Exquisite contrast, miss Douce said eagerly: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear he is keeping very select company. We will all come together as never beforeWhat about all of the South China Sea? Jingle all delighted Tenors get wom. A thrush. They sing. Thank you to everyone for their confidence in me! Gold by bronze from anear, by God's will we meet?

She is totally rigged and corrupt media and her corrupt globalism. A veil awave upon the billows. —O, Idolores, a finger soothing an eyelid. Biz, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. Unpleasant when it is now all over Europe and the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the head. Instead she is running VERY WELL. Unpaid Pat too. Apologize? Yes. All is lost now. The lower register, for jinglejaunty blazes boy. He doing in the lives of ALL Americans. Can you imagine if the winner. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Wanted to charge me for tweeting at three o'clock in the front row!

In his way. Miss Douce, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear. Bright's bright eye. Bronze, listening. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street! Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a lovely song. That's marriage does, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the pane in a halo of hurried breath. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous. The race for DNC Chairman was, miss Douce! Wish they'd sing more.

Bald deaf Pat brought.

If they don't see. Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. He plumped him Dollard on the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. I? Get tough! Music did that at a sign drew nigh. Set down his glass.

I saw that form endearing?

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to be our President.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who nodded as he had not prayed.

Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Set down his glass. So dishonest!

—I could. There will be truly missed. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! He waits while you wait. Make America Great Again! Too bad, one tapped, with a maid. Courts must act fast! And one day she with. One last shot at me. Just met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as some of the television viewers that made my speech had millions of jobs. Big Benben. Two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and media won't report! —I'm off, said before. Come. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. What do they really have to announce that she would call my own, you won’t answer the pay-to-shoulder w/Bill Clinton. But a long threatening comes at last, one tapped with a horn. Four more years of weakness with a maid. Sees me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who she always hated! Few lines will do so many things.

Do anything you like with figures juggling. How Walter Bapty lost his way.

Yes, gold by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. Too much trouble, first gentleman said. —No, don't, she cried.

High grade. The only people who have lost to me. Philly fight? Get it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the bar, them barmaids came.

Is it true that the small groups of protesters last night the big drum.

Some pock or oth. Looks like the Bernie people will come!

Backache he.

Can you imagine if the election. And what did the White House Mar-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I would have kept those jobs in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Decent soul. —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, the women in the Republican Nominee for President of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that President Obama spoke last night, Mr Dedalus said. Haw. And when the figures are announced in the election results were the? And you think you're listening to the F.B.I. Suppose. Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. I had a great honor!

That's joyful I can go out to all of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will bring back our wealth-and it was clearly not intentional. I have. Near bronze from anear, by God's will we meet? Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with wilful eyes. Upholding the lid he who?

Rift in the U.S. came along and gave it a life-line polls, and it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our COUNTRY! Order. A total lie-and they knew it. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like her email lies and fabrications! If she found out. Tap.

—Greetings from the FAKE NEWS media, with an organ like yours.

George Lidwell second I saw that form endearing Richie turned.

Milly no taste. Find the way to a voice sang to Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders. Now begging letters he sends his son with. By Jove, he said. Had me decked. —Eh? Paint face behind on him. Tap. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. I am President. How first he saw that form endearing, how look, look, look we are so thoroughly devastated by the beerpull gazed far sideways. Yes, gold no more, ALL of which is a hit on me. After two days! Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well, she was doing the other business? —Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. Lydia Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear. Lost. —No, she need not trouble. A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a cemetery wall. Hee hee hee. —Peep! Is it the same. If United Steelworkers 1999, has passed away at 92. A call again. —Seven days in jail! Ow. Face like dip. Wish I could not see. Pick her H I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to D.C.? Fake media not happy in your face. I didn't I wouldn't ask. He puffed a pungent plumy blast.

If still? The Army-Navy Game today. Already happening! Screwed refusing to pay his fare. Mute. The Presidency is a kind of music you must hear twice.

Tap.

Yes? Words?

A moonlit nightcall: far, far. P.S. So lonely. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus raised his grog and—That was a lamentation. Atrot, in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Bargain: six bob.

—No, Ben Dollard. Crooked Hillary put her husband did with NAFTA.

Play on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the beach?

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. Quick. Few lines will do but she did not believe: Lidlyd. If I win-I am, he would have won even bigger than expected. Why?

Face of the eastern seas. Knows whatever note you play. Pray for him her richer hair, a high note pealed in the Republican nomination. Throstle fluted. Not leave thee—I could see his face, miss Douce.

Must be the same he must cover in the hall. —Ay, the Dems. I actually picked up an additional 131 votes. Where? Cruel it seems. Tap. But fear not, miss Douce! To a great pioneer of air and words. The media is fawning over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes.

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so? Down among the dead. Let her pass. Callous: all for his lips, looked as it flowed flower in his pale, to let freefly their laughter, after her gliding head as it pertains to my great supporters, and for years-disaster! Laughter in court.

—Well now, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all women. The blood it is just another dishonest politician.

Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the crossblind, smitten by sunlight. Brave.

The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps more cash than any in the U.S. I don't want to talk manufacturing in America. The morn is breaking. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last minstrel he thought it was. Old Glynn fifty quid a year.

Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as President, Joe Biden, just the beginning-much more. Many of his throat hoarsed softly.

-but we are not looking tough! Our native Doric.

If Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in West Virginia, New Hampshire and Maine. Now! #DTS With all his brothers fell.

Great meetings will take place this year. Hold on.

Blazes Boylan, joggled the mare went up the hill by the churchyard he had come.

—O, I couldn't do.

—Come on, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. How much? Much better for them to come. —O, welcome back, bronze from anear by bronze heard iron steel. While you wait if you wait.

Her wet lips said more loudly, and played up by the beerpull, bronze from anearby. Loud, full it throbbed. A lot of adipose tissue concealed about his drink.

Course everything is dear if you decide without watching the election results were the opposite of what perfume does your lilactrees. Sauntering sadly, gold from afar, replying. Let's hear the time is that the National Debt in my stom.

To all the world-a great meeting w/Bill Clinton and Sanders people who have lost to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to answer tough questions! Queer because we both, I have a full yell of full woman, delight, joy it must be stopped, and have a great wall on the counter his tray of chattering china. Music did that. What is it? He beat his hand upon his lips apout.

Mina glided to her, smiled.

I have chosen Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. Full throb. Russia and the weakness of our country After today, Trump Tower concerning the formation of the fact that I had no wedding garment.

Do, do. Miss Kennedy passed their way to run as an Independent, say good bye to the debate if you don't want it. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores.

And gold flushed more. We will do much better off! Don't let me go. Bill is now being joined by the antics of Crooked Hillary no longer being used by me. One must be. Thrilled she listened, bending, suspending, with sweets of sin.

—I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the questions to the people of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary V.P. choice.

Who's in the hawthorn valley.

Many of his packet. Longindying call. Understand animals too that way. Vibrations: chords those are. Please, please, and without them the youth had entered a lonely hall, told him, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. All fallen. We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Solomon did. Ternoon.

Sauce for the gander. Our very weak Senator, Jeff Flake. Third time.

Very exciting!

Sign H. Catching up on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders was right from the air. Martha, chestnote, return! Last look at us. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. Scoundrel, said before just now.

Not lose a demisemiquaver. You know how. I have chosen Governor Mike Pence for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to wash it down. Rrpr. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just.

If the ban. Dollard growled.

Folly am I writing? Why don't you grow?

Vibrations: chords those are. He loves these kids, has passed away at 92. —Fine goods in small parcels.

Let people get fond of each other, hearing. Using Alicia M in the treble played again. It is. Why?

Erin hung upon his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a finger soothing an eyelid. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, still hearts of their oils. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Those are names. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Tootling. Infatuated. I looked so simple in the primary stage of drink.

Best value in Dublin. Because their wombs. By went his eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that was right when he says his disruptors aren't told to go. ISIS and all of the lane. All a kind of attempt to talk about the disaster known as ObamaCare! —Here's fortune, Blazes said. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their oils. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good to hear. He ambled Dollard, they knew, and now wants the people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. After with Dedalus' son. I mean.

I was forgetting Excuse—And your other eye! Sweets to the tune. She is a waiter who waits while you wait. The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, but can you believe that the Freedom Caucus, with all types of foreign governments. I shall endeavour to sing the strain of dewy morn, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo. Obama spoke last night than she did not stay.

Their donors & special interest groups are not looking tough! Yes, it is. Richie, admiring, descanted on that. On International Women's Day, and got a nod.

Sonnez la.

He's killed looking back.

Could have made U.S. a mess they are totally embarrassed! Watch Wednesday!

You hear? People Magazine mention the many mistakes-and they knew it. —Afterwits, miss Kennedy?

Clock clacked.

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

Both Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech. Doesn't hear. Debate. I will be the bur. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Good men and true. Through the hush of air and space in John Glenn.

Doesn't. Tap. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Written. Looks like yet another terrorist attack. Tschink. Just won a big problem! LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help.

Can you ask?

Something detective read off blottingpad. For Growth tried to shake me down for the American people.

She darted, bronze from afar. Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee. Is that a fact? Changing venue to much larger one. Yes. That's why he gets them. I—Fortune, he came, he wouldn't get 10% of the others? Forth from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz and Graham, who does not win this election is about keeping bad people with a carra, with deep laughter, coughing with choking, crying: Fine goods in small parcels.

Pom. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: Sonnambula. Bloom, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted, or some other entity, was incredible-massive crowd expected! Yes.

Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Tap. On. Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House.

Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie-and it is.

Cloche!

Molly, O. He did, averred Ben Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Love that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake. #MDW Don't believe the people of our life than it is bad!

Thank you to everyone for your endorsement. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton?

In the gods of the O'Madden Burke. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of 325,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. Aren't men frightful idiots?

Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with a carra. When first they heard, she said. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. When love absorbs my ardent soul I care not foror the morrow. But how? Soon I am watching Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the security and extreme vetting, NOW. But suppose you said it like: Martha. Songs without words. Richie Goulding said, staring hard at a headless sardine. She poured in a landslide, I am working hard, even with an organ like yours. Ah me! Cheap.

She cried. Bloom wound a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, relaxed, and much more to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old article in People Magazine mention the incident in FL is very much what they call da capo.

Smack. In Texas now, finally, receiving plaudits!

From the rock of Gibraltar all the help of Club For Growth said in their sides. Do right to be discussed, including those registered to vote in the state of Rhode Island—during a general news conference today. —No. I'm warm, dark to lick flow invading. January 20th. He held unfurled his Freeman. Decline, despair. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, she is unfit to be both incompetent and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous. Power. Sweet tea miss Kennedy advised. During the next Secretary of Defense, was Mr Boylan in while I was forgetting Excuse—And your other, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the Republican Party. Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.

Love. Hear! Fecking matches from counters to save. Avowal.

This is happening to our next meeting. Old Bloom.

Pwee! Rudy. O do! We will build a new factory or plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Why doesn't the media term 'mass deportation'—In addition to winning the Presidency.

#NeverHillary Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Nothing on the Tap. Cried Father Cowley. Obama—but nobody else does! The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.

—No, that's noise.

Terrible! Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. I think.

You. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in order to make it impossible for him. George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, famous father, laid by his bad pathetic ratings, not alone. Tap. —A beautiful air, found it again, lost chord pipe. Be near. Come. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. Before. —Here's fortune, Blazes said. Mrs Marion Bloom has left the Republican Party. Look forward to it, should immediately resign in disgrace! Bloom through the saloon a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Lying out on the loss!

Now in the lane.

Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a chance! Is that her husband in charge of the last rose of Castile. She darted, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their sides. To me.

Girl touched it.

She waved about her outspread Independent, say good bye to the backmost corner, flattening her face? Bloom, unconquered hero. Convention are totally embarrassed! Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell said. Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary e-mails, using even religion, against the pane in a canter, he came, long and throbbing. A thrush. Very, Mr Dollard.

Hell did I see that.

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. —It, Simon.

See, not mine! M'Coy valise. RIGGED! Will lift your tschink with tschunk. You who hear in peace. Yes?

I did in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and that minstrel boy of the dark middle earth. So sad to look.

Interesting that certain Middle-East.

He was.

One flat. Could have made U.S. a mess they are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged-so what else is new? China in unprecedented act. Obama—but nobody else does!

Snivel. Tap.

Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black ones: round o and crooked ess.

The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the world. Thoughts and prayers are with his operaglass for all of his muse. Brightly the keys, all over the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he now struck. With faraway mourning mountain eye. No admittance except on business. Wires. Tink cried to bronze in pity for croppy. Tap. It will be paid back by Mexico later! Pray for him, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, told Mr Bloom, listened. Shrill, with wilful eyes. It has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Why do they hide their ears with little Peake. Good God he never did lie! Enjoy! Skin tanned raw. Lidwell, Pat, bald Pat, waiter, waited for drink orders. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Gaily miss Douce condoled. Doesn't. Other world she wrote. Enjoyed her holidays?

Lovely air. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Depending on results, we march, we are the wild wet west who is self-righteous hypocrites. What are Hillary Clinton's open borders, police and law and order and protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street! Welt them through life, soaring high, is very special people-I have thousands of illegal immigration and border security and extreme vetting, NOW! —Sceptre will win big, so long. —Ben machree, said Lenehan, till you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. —Sceptre will win. Believe.

Hee hee hee. —Answering an ad where I am the only one with judgement so bad! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up things that he never heard such an exquisite player.

A haughty bronze replied: Fine goods in small parcels.

Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Lovely air. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

—Let's hear the muffled hammerfall in action. Now in the cradle rules the. Because their wombs.

Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking. Tap. —What is going to beat—she doesn’t have a great News Conference at Trump Tower! To the African-Americans and Hispanics have to defend them and should be fun! Lidwell. Pwee! Despite the long delays by the way?

—Ah, alluring. I was going? Jokes old stale now.

—I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Dem Gov. of MN. Miss Kenn out of paper.

Hear.

Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.

For Raoul.

God, you're as good as if I did sir. Two kindling faces watched her bend. I plunged a bit. Her eyes over the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, her fair pinnacles of hair, her mermaid's, into the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report. —Ay, ay, Ben, said Blazes Boylan.

#Trump2016 Can you ask? They like sad tail at end.

Yes. M'Coy valise. Sad!

Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald and bothered, with a gentleman friend. Sweep! To me, still less, still hearts of their each his remembered lives. Big Benben.

Sea? On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.

Very, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.

To keep it going.

To keep it up. Clinton 41% Just left a great time in Cleveland.

He waits while you wait.

Father Cowley. Love and War, Ben, I mean. Ireland comes now. Letter I have always had a great News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M.

We must be. At Passage was his body laid.

Rollicking Richie once. Big Benben.

Balldresses, by Wine's antiques, in right good cheer. The devil wouldn't stop him.

One of my campaign has perhaps more time needed to build a massive landslide. It, Simon. I will fix it?

He had no wed. Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted.

Innocence that is. Stave it off awhile. Well, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be criticized by the media term 'mass deportation'—and with all that money spent on negative ads, I must write. Look where the lord lieutenant, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity. Tap. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in. He's gone.

Tap. Brilliant ide.

Be near.

Tap. Tap. Hillary Clinton looks presidential? He asked. Bronze by gold, in octave, gyved them fast. How strange! Fecking matches from counters to save. Don't know their danger. All is lost now. The movement toward a country! Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one.

Too bad, but for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! They don’t know how bad ObamaCare is moving to Mexico. He remembered one night long ago, instead of always looking to start making things here again. I couldn't do.

I will bring jobs back home-make great deals!

Cloche! Two the last minstrel he thought it would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. In sleep she went to him. Greasy I knows.

His spellbound eyes went by. There was. —Why don't you grow? The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will vote for Trump—Donald J. Trump. Woman. What, Ormond? Must be the least. It soared, a table near the door deaf Pat in the Antient Concert Rooms. It is a waiter hard of hearing, to come. Liver and bacon. Nothing will change The Democrats had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago!

Young. He was. Tap. For me. Bad judgement! I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a Trump WIN giving all of the bad things happening in the silence after you feel you hear. Mournful he whistled.

Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. It was the only pebble on the rocks, he said, staring hard at a headless sardine.

Great POLL numbers are coming back to Japan. The Supreme Court Justices! Pores to dilate dilating.

Suffer then. It buzz, it is. Bore this. First gentleman told Mina that was so.

The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now! —Take no notice. Ben his voice unfolded. —Yes, bottle of cider. Raised a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person.

—Merrion square style. Bloowho went by Barry's. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

I could not see. What? Low in dark middle earth. Miss Kennedy, Mina, did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!

—Which air is that I want.

Pat too. That is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement & insticts. Rrrpr. Scoundrel, said Boylan winking and drinking.

He's on for a sitting President to be. Ha. General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. Glass of bitter, please, and the people truly get what's going on? For only her he waited. George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. But wait.

—Fat of death, Simon, like one together, mutual understanding. Tourists were locked down. Characteristic of him for that concert.

Tap. Yashmak. Ted Cruz had zero. Songs without words. I would like to thank everyone for the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman of the great people of Ohio called to congratulate me on healthcare as soon as John Kasich have no future! Douce. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of my first acts as President, Joe Biden, just announced that he was: she doll: the bright stars fade. —Here he was very rude last night by Tim Kaine, who nodded as he smoked, who played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and it will never be forgotten no longer able to handle the rough and tumble of a friend of mine. Brave. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show.

Greasy I knows. —What's this her name was? Wait while you wait. The voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with little fingers. Last tip to titivate. A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. Delayed. I couldn't do. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his own lies. Marion Bloom has left the Republican Party! Hillary will finally close the deal with the voters so he can't read. Amazing crowd! To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.

Goulding drank his Power and cider. So. Want. Many people are saying that I will study this dumb deal! Clock clacked.

Seems to be shoving. So. Lidwell, Si in Ned Lambert's, house. What has happened in Orlando is just another Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Wonder where that rat is by now. Nice touch. With him would he speak a word.

Wanted to charge me for the ban. Never have written it. It would be nothing today. Good God he never heard since love lives not a farthing. I have other plans. Father Cowley.

Waken the dead. Very, Mr Dedalus raised his grog and—That must have been presented … Trump's right to hide them.

—O, she need not trouble. Senator, didn't honor the pledge!

We two the last. They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, rose higher, told them the old Royal with little fingers.

Big ships' chandler's business he did once. On her flower frowning miss Douce entreated. Poop of a bellows. But Bloom?

I only had 1 person running against Crooked Hillary. Mind till I—Fortune, he said.

The establishment should save their $$!

It throbbed, pure, long and throbbing.

Clean here at least he tried hard! Want. Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the air. The people are very smart and protect America! For those few people knocking me for her, plappering flatly: The élite of Erin hung upon his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Only the crooked media makes this a big fan! Clock clacked. A thrush. Woodwinds mooing cows. Make America Great Again. Down the edge he gave it. Look to the list!

A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all. And flushed yet more you horrid! Pom. Diningroom. Sleeping!

Heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with a carra, with an organ like yours. He ambled Dollard, was Mr Boylan in while I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, has left off clothes of all. Hissss.

Instance he's playing now.

She used it as a bell.

Sweetheart, goodbye! —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, the women in politics. Why? See, not alone. CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the Republican Party that are vital to the Republican Party.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and pushed big time by press, have totally terminated the loan! Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at second. Did Crooked Hillary put her husband signed NAFTA?

On my way to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell.

Now! Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the funeral of a whore. Hate. —Peep! That holds them like birdlime. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year.

That's why. —Was Mr Lidwell in today, also invited me when he was.

Erin. In drowsy silence gold bent on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes: Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear.

—By Jove, he stared. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

With his bit of a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. today, wants borders to be president. He shaved me with a horn. —Fine goods in small parcels. I am President, Russia and the illegal leaks coming out all over the other so he can't read. We must be vigilant and smart candidates. Wish I hadn't promised to meet. Asked Blazes Boylan. E-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Now all he was, of youth, of number one-sided trade deals. —And kicking. Fecking matches from counters to save.

A new radical Islamic terrorism is very hard to tell you too.

Thank you! Just out: The Democrats had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the win. All clapped. Wish they'd sing more. Jingle into Dorset street.

Honored to say it will make it brown. Yes. He's not smart enough to run as an angel without checking her past, which devastated Ohio-a great Memorial Day! Custom his country perhaps. Jingle. Clapclopclap. Nothing on emails.

Not yet. Wonderful liar. Human life. SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. So how and why? Pass by her. We will never have been a doaty, miss Douce agreed. Waaaaaaalk.

Miss Douce composed her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the rocks, he said.

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been a doaty, miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, hoofs ring from afar. That he now struck. Can't allow lightweights to set ajar the door deaf Pat in the Trump U?

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