#i really want molly to play for a melbourne team

[fazcinatingblog]

the 8th netball team is apparently going to be based in south east melbourne, awesome!!!! i know a great place they can play home games ((((dales park))))

#but also duncan mckinnon #i think there's netty courts there #idk #this is cool #will they handpick their own team like collingwood could do when they started #and everyone was mad at collingwood for picking all the diamonds players #pfffft #i really want molly to play for a melbourne team #8th licence should just pick geva jodi-ann (redacted) molly kelsey sophie shimmy #bench players hinchliffe jacqui and the other one goddd come on laura think you know this #kelly singleton? is she the GA that comes on sometimes when sophie is benched #i want to say coached by nicole richardson but do i want to watch nicole yell at sophie every game next year #super shot swifty sophie can go back to swifts #and the 8th unnamed licence can get gabby sinclair as GA

[maandarinee]

what are all the podcasts you listen to?

anon I'm so glad you asked

Since it is a pretty long list including synopses (stolen from the podcast feed or website because I'm Bad at summaries and in some cases it's been a while since I listened) I'm going to put it under a cut.

I've separated the list into "Complete" (either finished or cancelled) and "Ongoing" podcasts. Some have additional comments by me. Current favorites are marked orange. My eternal beloved are Our Fair City and Wolf 359.

Complete

ars PARADOXICA: "When an experiment in a time much like our own goes horribly awry, Dr. Sally Grissom finds herself stranded in the past and entrenched in the activities of a clandestine branch of the US government. Grissom and her team quickly learn that there's no safety net when toying with the fundamental logic of the universe."

Blackwood: "Five years ago, Molly Weaver, Bryan Anderson, and Nathan Howell started a podcast focused on the local legend of a monster called The Blackwood Bugman. Quickly, the investigation grew out of their control, as they discovered that, not only are the legends seemingly true, many people in Blackwood have turned up dead or disappeared without a trace." --> [this feels like the Blair With Project, but as a podcast. Didn't get a second season due to no funding, but it works as a standalone]

Dreamboy: "Dane, a spun-out musician spending the winter in Cleveland, Ohio, has two main goals: keeping his job at the Pepper Heights Zoo and trying not to waste all his time on Grindr. What he doesn’t expect is to get swept into a story about dreams, about forevers, about flickering lights, about unexplained deaths, about relentless change, and about the parts of ourselves that we wish other people knew to look for. Oh, and also a murderous zebra." --> [very NSFW; does cool things with music! Didn't get a second season due to no funding, but it works as a standalone]

King Fall AM: "...centers on a lonely little mountain town's late-night AM talk radio show and its paranormal, peculiar happenings and inhabitants." --> [cancelled after 100 episodes, ends on a huge cliffhanger]

Our Fair City: "A campy, post-apocalyptic audio drama." --> [I know the description sounds like nothing but just trust me, I love it so much]

Steal the Stars: "...is a gripping noir science fiction thriller in 14 episodes: Forbidden love, a crashed UFO, an alien body, and an impossible heist unlike any ever attempted."

Stellar Firma: "...a weekly Science Fiction, Comedy podcast following the misadventures of Stellar Firma Ltd.'s highest born but lowest achieving planetary designer Trexel Geistman and his bewildered clone assistant David 7. Join them each episode as they attempt to take listener submissions and craft them into the galaxy's most luxurious, most expensive and most questionably designed bespoke planets. However, with Trexel's corporate shark of a line manager Hartro Piltz breathing down their necks and I.M.O.G.E.N., the station's omnipresent and omniinvasive stationwide A.I. monitoring those necks to within 3 decimal places, they'll be lucky to make it a week before being slurried and recycled into raw human resources." --> [semi-improvised, I thought I'd have a problem with the improv bit because that's not usually my thing, but no, I absolutely devoured this]

TANIS: "...is a serialized docudrama about a fascinating and surprising mystery: the myth of Tanis. Tanis is an exploration of the nature of truth, conspiracy, and information. Tanis is what happens when the lines of science and fiction start to blur." [+ spinoff The Last Movie] --> [I have no clue what the hell is going on here]

The Black Tapes: "...is a serialized docudrama about one journalist's searc for truth, her enigmatic subject's mysterious past, and the literal and figurative ghosts that haunt them both."

The Magnus Archives: "...is a weekly horror fiction anthology podcast examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an organisation dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird. Join new head archivist Jonathan Sims as he attempts to bring a seemingly neglected collection of supernatural statements up to date, converting them to audio and supplementing them with follow-up work from his small but dedicated team. Individually, they are unsettling. Together they begin to form a picture that is truly horrifying because as they look into the depths of the archives, something starts to look back…"

Time:Bombs: "...a new audio drama podcast about the hilarious world of bomb disposal. Ride along with EOD technician Simon Teller on the busiest night of the year for him and his team - when business is, quite literally, booming."

Wolf 359: "Life's not easy for Doug Eiffel, the communications officer for the U.S.S. Hephaestus Research Station, currently on Day 448 of its orbit around red dwarf star Wolf 359. He's stuck on a scientific survey mission of indeterminate length, 7.8 light years from Earth. His only company on board the station are stern mission chief Minkowski, insane science officer Hilbert, and Hephaestus Station's sentient, often malfunctioning operating system Hera. He doesn't have much to do for his job other than monitoring static and intercepting the occasional decades-old radio broadcast from Earth, so he spends most of his time creating extensive audio logs about the ordinary, day-to-day happenings within the station. But the Hephaestus is an odd place, and life in extremely isolated, zero gravity conditions has a way of doing funny things to people's minds. Even the simplest of tasks can turn into a gargantuan struggle, and the most ordinary-seeming things have a way of turning into anything but that." --> [starts funny, turns very intense]

Ongoing

Alba Salix, Roya Physician (+ The Axe & Crown): "A witch, her apprentice, and her fairy herbalist treat the ills of a fairy-tale kingdom." + "Gubbin the troll tavernkeeper deals with his clueless new landlord, his shady niece, and some new competition."

Archive 81: "A found footage horror podcast about ritual, stories, and sound."

Arden: "A (fictional) true crime podcast about cold cases and the reporter and detective who try to solve them."

Brimstone Valley Mall: "The year is 1999. Lurking somewhere between Hot Topic and the food court, five misfit demons from Hell kill time inciting sin in a suburban shopping mall. When the lead singer of their band goes mysteriously missing, the demons only have two weeks to find him before they play the biggest gig of the millennium - or face the wrath of Satan herself."

CARAVAN: "First rule of Wound Canyon: No one who gets in, ever gets out. So when a brilliant, ghostly specter flies through the sky amid the rain and lightning, Samir stumbles off a steep cliff and into a hidden world, one in which demons, vampires, and all other manner of paranormal creatures take sanctuary." --> [also pretty NSFW and horny in general]

Death by Dying: "The Obituary Writer of Crestfall, Idaho finds himself deeply in over his head as he investigates a series of strange and mysterious deaths… when he is supposed to simply be writing obituaries. Along the way he encounters murderous farmers, man-eating cats, haunted bicycles, and a healthy dose of ominous shadows." --> [I had to stop listening to this in public because it kept making me undignified laugh and snort noises]

Desperado: "Blood magic, Voodoo magic, old gods, new gods: We've got it all! Follow the story of misfits from all over the world, as they try to survive and protect their heritage from modern-day crusaders."

EOS 10: "Doctors in space, a deposed alien prince, a super gay space pirate and a fiery nurse who'll help you win your bar fight."

Girl In Space: "Abandoned on a dying ship in the farthest reaches of known space, a young scientist fights for survival (and patience with the on-board A.I.). Who is she? No one knows. But a lot of dangerous entities really want to find out. Listen as the story unfolds for science, guns, trust, anti-matter, truth, beauty, inner turmoil, and delicious cheeses. It’s all here. In space."

Janus Descending: "...follows the arrival of two xenoarcheologists on a small world orbiting a binary star. But what starts off as an expedition to survey the planet and the remains of a lost alien civilization, turns into a monstrous game of cat and mouse, as the two scientists are left to face the creatures that killed the planet in the first place. Told from two alternating perspectives, Janus Descending is an experience of crossing timelines, as one character describes the nightmare from end to beginning, and the other, from beginning to the end." --> [absolutely harrowing horror]

Love and Luck: "...is a fictional radio play podcast, told via voicemails and set in present day Melbourne, Australia. A slice of life queer romance story with a touch of magic, it follows the relationship between two men, Jason and Kane, as their love grows both for each other and their community." --> [soft and gay, feels like a warm hug]

Potterless: "Join Mike Schubert, a grown man reading the Harry Potter series for the first time, as he sits down with HP fanatics to poke fun at plot holes, make painfully incorrect predictions, and bask in the sassiness of the characters." --> [the only non-fiction podcast on the list]

Primordial Deep: "When a long extinct sea creature washes up on the shores of Coney Island, marine biologist Dr. Marella Morgan is contacted by a secret organization to investigate the origins of the creature’s sudden and unnatural resurgence. Soon, she and a team of experts find themselves living on the research station The Tiamat, traveling along the abyssal plains as they search for answers far below the waves. But there are dangers in these ancient waters. Reawakened, prehistoric monsters are rising from the deep -- jaws wide and waiting, and in the darkness, something is stirring."

Red Valley: "No one at Overhead Industries wants to talk about defunct research station Red Valley, and account man Warren Godby is out of his depth. When he meets Gordon Porlock, a disgruntled archivist with a bag of tapes from the station’s last known occupant, they will begin a journey to the limits of experimental science, confront horror and trauma from the past, present and future, and try to remember the cheat codes from Sonic the Hedgehog 2."

Rusty Quill Gaming: "An actual play podcast following a mixed ability group of comedians, improvisers, gamers, and writers as they play through the extended, tabletop roleplaying campaign Erasing the Line, an original game world of the GM’s crafting." --> [took me a while to get into because I have trouble focusing on non-scripted things, but eventually I got really hooked on the plot and attached to the characters. This podcast is really fucked up at times if you think about it]

SAYER: "A narrative fiction podcast set on Earth’s man-made second moon, Typhon. The eponymous SAYER is a highly advanced, self-aware AI created to help acclimate new residents to their new lives, and their new employment with Ærolith Dynamics." --> [feels like Welcome to Night Vale but narrated by GLaDOS from Portal]

StarTripper!!: "Join Feston Pyxis on a road-trip through the cosmos, as he leaves behind his old life in search of the best and wildest experiences the galaxy has to offer!"

The Amelia Project: "...is a secret agency that fakes its clients' deaths, then lets them reappear with a brand new identity! A black comedy full of secrets, twists... and cocoa."

The Big Loop: "...a biweekly anthology series. Each episode is a self-contained narrative exploring the strange, the wonderful, the terrifying, and the heartbreaking. Stories of finite beings in an infinite universe." --> [I don't like anthologies, except this one]

The Bright Sessions: "Dr. Bright provides therapy for the strange and unusual; their sessions have been recorded for research purposes." --> [think X-Men, but with therapy instead of a school]

The Deca Tapes: "Recordings have surfaced of ten people that are locked into the same space together. We don’t know where they are, or if they'll get out. But the answers must be somewhere on these tapes."

The Silt Verses: "Carpenter and Faulkner, two worshippers of an outlawed god, travel up the length of their deity’s great black river, searching for holy revelations. As their pilgrimage lengthens and the river’s mysteries deepen, the two acolytes find themselves under threat from a police manhunt, but also come into conflict with the weirder gods that have flourished in these forgotten rural territories."

The White Vault: "Follow the collected records of a repair team sent to Outpost Fristed in the vast white wastes of Svalbard and unravel what lies waiting in the ice below."

Tides: "...is the story of Dr. Winifred Eurus, a xenobiologist trapped on an unfamiliar planet with hostile tidal forces. She must use her wits, sarcasm and intellectual curiosity to survive long enough to be rescued. But there might be more to life on this planet than she expected." --> [think The Martian, but on a water planet]

Unwell, a Midwestern Gothic Mystery: "Lillian Harper moves to the small town of Mt. Absalom, Ohio, to care for her estranged mother Dorothy after an injury. Living in the town's boarding house which has been run by her family for generations, she discovers conspiracies, ghosts, and a new family in the house's strange assortment of residents."

VAST Horizon: "Nolira is an agronomist tasked with establishing agriculture in a new solar system, but when she wakes up on a now- empty colony ship, the whole of her plan disappears. The ship has been set adrift, with numerous mission-critical problems requiring immediate attendance outside of her area of expertise. Nolira is aided by the ship’s malfunctioning AI, which acts as her confidant and companion during the fight for survival."

Victoriocity: "Even Greater London, 1887. In this vast metropolis, Inspector Archibald Fleet and journalist Clara Entwhistle investigate a murder, only to find themselves at the centre of a conspiracy of impossible proportions."

We Fix Space Junk: "...follows seasoned smuggler Kilner and reluctant fugitive Samantha as they travel the galaxy, dodging bullets and meeting strange and wonderful beings as they carry out odd jobs on the fringes of the law."

Welcome to Night Vale: "Twice-monthly community updates for the small desert town of Night Vale, where every conspiracy theory is true. Turn on your radio and hide."

Within the Wires: "Stories told through found audio from an alternate universe."

Wooden Overcoats: "Rudyard Funn and his equally miserable sister Antigone run their family's failing funeral parlour, where they get the body in the coffin in the ground on time. But one day they find everyone enjoying themselves at the funerals of a new competitor - the impossibly perfect Eric Chapman! With their dogsbody Georgie, and a mouse called Madeleine, the Funns are taking drastic steps to stay in the business…" --> [one of THE funniest podcasts I have ever listened to]

#ask #anon #please talk to me about podcasts at all times #podcasts #podcast recommendations

[thegirlwhocouldntsitdown-blog]

12 months - I have lived in Los Angeles for A WHOLE YEAR?! (16.08.2018)

One year. Wow.

A year ago today, I left my family and 3 of my best friends at the airport and said goodbye, not knowing how long it would be until I saw them again.

I am incredibly lucky to have seen some of them in the time that I’ve been here - I can’t believe I have such incredible people in my life who love me enough to come all the way here and give me some cuddles. Those people truly don’t know how much that has impacted my time here. In certain moments, it’s been so goddamn difficult to be away from Melbourne. The food is better, the air is cleaner, the healthcare is FREE and GOOD, we have TRAMS AND TRAINS EVERYWHERE(!!!), my house has a BACK YARD, I lived 30 minutes from EVERYTHING. I never understood how lucky I was to grow up in the worlds most liveable city (apparently we were overthrown this week - not happy, Jan).

Honestly, I get when people from the U.S ask me “Why would you move here?! Australia is so much better!” They’re right. But, I cannot thank the people I’ve met here enough either. It turns out, being in a place doesn’t matter - it’s the people you meet there. I think I knew that to an extent, but knowing the amazing human beings I know is the best thing about my life. Both in LA and in Melbourne, I have communities of such immensely supportive, determined, understanding, encouraging, KIND KIND KIND friends and family. Lots of people tell me they could never move away from home like I have, and I absolutely get that. I really don’t think I could have if not for my loved ones - because I am who they’ve made me.

If not for their strength and guidance, I would have no one to tell me to keep trying. If not for their positivity and resilience, I would probably be hiding in bed. If not for their perseverance and diligence, I would probably break down every 10 minutes. Granted, I have done all of those things at certain times in my life - both in Melbourne and LA - but my family and friends are the reason I haven’t let those moments solidify me in a state of bitterness and stillness. They keep me moving, trying/failing/getting up again, believing in myself.

In the last month, I have had not a great time. I still haven’t found a job to keep me here and grant me an E3 visa. I have found out some pretty troubling information about my health (explained in the “Pain” section). I have found myself forgetting who I am and why I’m here. But these people - my friends at home who I haven’t seen in a whole year, my family who I talk to every day, my community of new and old pals here in LA - have reminded me that I am capable, I am smart and I am kind. These are three things that cannot be said about everyone, and holding on to them has made me feel a lot better about whatever may come in the future.

So, over the past month I’ve had a lot of lovely moments amidst the scary ones.

The Spy Who Dumped Me came out in cinemas. My name was on the screen in the credits and it was a big moment. I was so lucky to have my beautiful pals Kelsey, Shannon, Savannah and Nathalie with me to share that moment. Below is the cake from the release party, and me dressed as an “Australian tourist” in the movie (go see it to undertand.

Disneyland boi.

Kelsey has been such an incredible friend to me for the last five years and this month has been especially challenging for me, and she has been so goddamn wonderful and kind. I love her a lot and this is her with a bloody OSCAR and then us having some bevs.

BEACH DAY WITH PALS! Molly and Josh are here, I LOVE MY IMPROV PALS!!!

I never go clubbing anymore, but my pals Jordy and Kristen asked us to come out with them to a 90′s night in Silverlake at a place called The Satellite and it was THE MOST I’VE EVER DANCED OR SWEATED EVER AND IT WAS THE MOST FUN I’VE EVER HAD IN A LARGE GROUP OF PEOPLE!

HANSON WAS PLAYING WHEN WE WALKED IN AND I SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS. ALSO THEY HAD “SO FETCH” BALLOONS AND I STOLE ONE AND DANCED WITH IT ALL NIGHT, HEHE.

My sweet Joeboy McGee turned 24 and I feel so grateful to have spent the second birthday in 3 years with him (on his 22nd birthday we saw stand up in NYC and got fancy pasta, it was beautiful). I love you so much, Joey. Thank the universe (and your amazing parents) for bringing you to life.

Sweet angel Tiana joined Molly and I in LA for a few days and it was like a mini Heralayan Salt Lamps reunion. They’re both hilarious and intelligent goddesses and I’m so glad I know them.

And right now, you ask? Well, today is just a normal day. I went to the gym and am about to go do a shift at Massage Envy. I can’t believe it’s been a year, and I’m so grateful to be able to say I’m living in Los Angeles.

TRAVEL: 5/10

While I’ve been winding down from having so many people visiting, I’m also really anxious about the whole “when am I coming home?” thing. Basically, I can’t know when I come home until I do or don’t get a job. 

My visa ends at the end of September, so if by this time next month, I still don’t have a job, I’ll be coming home for 3-4 weeks to visit, then returning to LA until I run out of money/my lease is up (mid December). If that happens, then I’ll be back home until I can figure out a way to come back and continue working in film and television. If I DO find a job in the next month, however, I will have to come home for 2 weeks to get my visa reinstated, in which case I’ll be back to LA as soon as I can be, and then return home for Christmas/New Years/Elyse’s wedding in late December/early January.

Apart from that, I’ve been going to the beach a lot and trying to just enjoy being here. I have a nice tan!

PAIN: 2/10

At the eye appointment with my parents, after 6 hours of weird tests and scary waiting periods, I was asked to come back to do another scary test - nay, the SCARIEST test. I had to have an ERG (info here), which is basically a test to see if there’s something wrong with my retina. After that, it determined my eyes were aye okay (yay!) but something weird has still been happening. I am currently awaiting an MRI of the brain, because the specialist believes I have “pseudotumor cerebri” (info here) . Basically, they think there’s excess fluid on my brain which causes pressure on your optic nerve, causing your vision to change and excess headaches. I genuinely thought everyone got headaches every day and that my sinuses were just weird (which is true, they’re weird), but there may be something more serious going on. It’s not a life threatening condition, but if it’s severe enough, there can some times be draining of the brain needed and even sometimes surgery. My vision isn’t changing too much, the only reason I noticed the changes was because I was on the look out for them since starting my arthritis drug, Plaquenil - I stopped taking it in April because I noticed these vision changes from February.

I’m really scared because if the MRI doesn’t give us enough info, the doctor will have to order a spinal tap (no, not the mockumentary - although this news DID turn my anxiety “up to 11″). Now, I’ve had multiple epidurals and minor back surgery, so I’m not too afraid of a spinal tap, but I AM afraid of the fact that my insurance here runs out on the 30th of September. This may be a reason I have to come home and stay home, and that terrifies me beyond anything else. I don’t want to have my body turn on me again like it has with my arthritis and my back pain. I do so much to keep myself healthy and to give my body the rest it needs, but if I have to put my future on hold for my health, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to handle that fact without becoming a miserable wreck. All I can do for now is hope it’s nothing too serious and I can get it sorted out soon. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for me.

COMEDY: 7/10

This weekend Joey, Jordy and I will debut our threeprov improv team on a goddamn PARTY BUS for the LA Indie Improv Festival. I haven’t been writing at all for a very long time and that has been a big part of my recent slump, but in the last few days I’ve had a wave of ideas and energy come back to me and I really feel so excited to dig into something. I love making stuff.

On the downside, I have been extremely anxious about if I will be able to continue working here. I know that if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen, but for a while I’ve felt so so pessimistic and afraid of going home and not being able to continue towards my goals. All I’ve ever wanted to do since I knew what a joke was was be in comedy and work in TV - there’s nothing I love more (except my family, I know, I know). Yesterday, I had a meeting with a woman a friend set me up with. Both the woman and my friend who introduced us are both incredibly successful, kind, funny and passionate women. One of them said to me a few years ago:

“All you need to do to be a writer is two things: 1. Keep writing, don’t give up. 2. Don’t be a dick.”

Yesterday, in my conversation with her friend, she told me two things: “1. Stop worrying. 2. Be nice to people 3. Work fucking hard. 4. STOP. WORRYING”

It was the most relieving thing to be told by two different women, who are slightly older and wiser than me, who have been exactly where I am now, that I will be okay. They both believe in my ability and my personality and my work ethic, and that proves more than they realise it does. I have this incredible network of strong, generous, talented women around me - both here and in LA - who believe in me. So if these highly skilled and experienced people do, why shouldn’t I?

I’ll get there, even if a fucking visa or a few thousand health issues get in my way. It’s what I was born to do.

A year has passed and I’m a bit different, but I’m pretty much the same. The only difference may be that I know what I’m worth now. Oh, and I know how to grow string beans!

[whakatinana-workbook]

EVALUATION

Evaluation:

This year I really tried to play to my strengths. While my skills lack in the practical tasks of a fashion design degree, I make up for it with my dynamic and conceptually sound design ideas. I refuse to apologise for my garment making skills when in reality that’s not a direction I wasn’t to focus on and if NZ had other fashion degree directions such as fashion theory, history or communications, design and making would obviously not be the direction would have gone in. Although the last 4 years have given me the skills and knowledge to understand those important processes, and I have endless amounts of respect for handcraft, sewing and pattern making. This degree has given me a broad understanding of so many aspects of the industry, areas, and skills where those that do the very specific courses probably lack in.

 Instead of working as a fashion designer and maker throughout this project, I embraced and outscored other techniques and skills the industry has to offer, such as curation and collaboration. Almost every aspect of my collection wasn’t just made by my hand, but with multiple different people with their own ideas and backgrounds.  Although it all meets under the umbrella of my research and conceptual elements, I was able to direct and effectively communicate a brief to my designers and they made something that was both suited to their brand but also sit within the confines of my aesthetic and collection.

 I worked with the knitwear technician Gordan at AUT, and a woman named Margaret in Tauranga (linker) to successfully produce my knit vest and shorts.

Jesse bowling, an artist living in Melbourne to render my images and prints. For me to then place onto my exported pattern pieces.

Meghan James Brown, handbag designer and student here at Massey to produce this belted bag.

Brent Paye, Jewellery designer of 27 Molly’s who has stock in good as gold in town to make the accessories.

Luka Lockamer videographer.

Models: Tom Britt, Helen Inanui, Emma Cornall and Sarah Birch.

 To manage a team of people is a reality if you were to start your own brand, label etc. To have had practiced these skills, was worthwhile. And still managed to make garments that might not be perfect but that I am definitely proud of.

The important part of this assignment was the processes for creating the prints.

I kept my patterns reasonable simple and flat because I knew there was going to be an all over print on them and I didn’t want to distract from this, and also so I had more time to digitize all the patterns in and place the imagery to then send it off to get printed (which is a variable I couldn’t control). This was all a really interesting and fun process, and I wish I was able to spend more time doing this, but it’s a technique I want to take into the future.

 Firstly I digitise the patterns I had made by hand into accumark, then exported them to illustrator, and the placed the 3d rendered images on to the pattern pieces, which is pretty much like putting a 3d images onto a flat surface which is difficult but a really interesting process of placement because I had to think about where the images were actually going to be seen on the body when made into a 3d garment again. Exporting all of the information and sending it to the printers was a nightmare, and of course I had missed a few minor pieces or some measurements were off refer to work book* although in hindsight I probably didn’t give myself enough time for this part of the project, overall this process was a success! And I learned so much.

 If I were to do this project again, I would focus more on the processes and spend more time on those, then hire somebody in to sew my finals together. Just because my lack of patience and sewing skills, I feel, sometimes let down my work, which is unfortunate, because I think it has the potential to be very strong. I like sewing and I’m happy to do pattern making, samples and toiles. But just purely for clean execution, I should get somebody to help me in terms of producing my final product. 

I think I have really succeeded in terms of appealing to my target audience, and sitting alongside similar brands. I feel like I’m producing design ideas that are current, and trends that are now starting to circulate. I think if given the opportunity to work for a brand within the industry, or even in trend forecasting, I could be an asset in terms of staying on the pulse of ideas and designs that are circulating now and then predicting what it might mean for the future.

 For example, ALYXstudio, which is a brand I took inspiration from throughout my design development just released their collaborations with vans, featuring different coloured silicone surrounding the shoe. This is something I had been developing since the beginning of the year. I initially wanted to submerge some of my clothing in silicone, but after doing some tests, didn’t work out (would have needed $100s of dollars of silicone and it changed the weight and drape of the cloth.) So instead, I took some shoes for styling and applied the flesh coloured silicone to the shoes.

 Another example is that other university students, worldwide, are coming out and questioning what the role of the designer or author, or original design is. For example:

 Studio kit from RMIT 4th year honors student. What students like us are commenting on is so relevant and one could even suggest it’s the zeitgeist of the moment and to be a part of that is really exciting.

        PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL:

 I chose to produce a series of A5 (postcard like) cards instead of a traditional lookbook. For me lookbooks are outdated forms of showing a collection, although I understand their relevance within a commercial setting and selling to potential buyers etc, I don’t think it’s the best option for showing a collection/or idea in the exposure exhibition.

I wanted to make something visually impacting, that can be taken away, and displayed within someone’s home, say on their bedroom wall of the fridge. A lookbook, on the other hand, isn’t made to be displayed on somebody’s wall (although they could) but in their desk or bookcase, and they won’t be picked up again. 

The QR code on the back takes you to  the you tube clip of my video I had made for social media. 

And I think it succeeds in showing my collection as well as my ideas and concept, which is what you should get from your traditional lookbook. But it has an added element where you can choose your favorite image and take it away with you and display it in your home. And because it’s just one card, it’s cheaper to print different copies and have multiple copies available for the public, more than what you can do with a professionally printed lookbook.

  GOALS:

 My goals progressed and changed throughout this project. Although I might not have identified the following goals early on, I realised that these were what I was really working towards.

 To create a wearable and commercial collection that contextualizes an ideation that manifests through my design process and product.  

I wanted to make a collection that reflected my ideas in a succinct way. I want the work to talk for itself. If I have to explain myself too much, the collection isn’t a success in this way.

AND

To build a foundation of theory and practice to develop further at a masters level.

Since the beginning of my university career, I’ve always wanted to take my education as far as I possibly can and to have a role to play in fashion education.  Fashion education has a massive part to play in terms of pushing the industry in positive directions and analysing and exploring different anthropological ideas that are expressed through dress. The way I understand the world and human phycology is through the way we dress, and I think the fashion industry is a representation of how we display ourselves and interact with the world.  

What can I say, I love the warm embrace of the institution…

Although I think there definitely needs to be more critical engagement within the course, in terms of analysing historical AND contemporary fashion collections, designs, and designers. The number of students coming through the Massey fashion design course that has a very limited understanding of who is out there internationally is frankly appalling. This might not be their area of expertise, but it can be relevant to any sort of garment making. We need to know AND DISCUSS what is trending, who is up and coming and to analyse why.

This course has set me up with the skills I needed to find an area of the industry I am passionate about and where I can be unapologetically critical. I can’t wait to see how far I can push this project both conceptually and visually. In the future I want to build my software skills and learn how to 3d render my own garments (I might look into this for my masters) and code for website development. I want to push how to represent clothing in virtual and real worlds and how to integrate the two. 

#A2

[marielledownunder]

Summertime in Melbs

It’s been a while and I haven’t written anything for more than a month, so it’s gonna be a challenge to remember everything what I did. Might be a difference in order haha. I kept working with my job at Imagine that, but they would close after the first week of December. 

Day by day Melbourne gets hotter and hotter and yes summer has finally arrived in Melbourne. Went to the beach a few times. Mostly St. Kilda, but I also visited Brighton Beach a few times. I’ve met Denise for the first time at Brighton, we talked already a few times on the chat, but never met before. Afterwards we hanged out for the couple of weeks, chilling at the park or grabbing beers. 

On a regular Tuesday night, I went out with the Dutch girls, named Elisabeth, Stejara and Marloes. We went once to Southbank to grab some food and drinks. We read a 10$ deal to order a pizza and get a beer, but actually the deal was you have to order a beer and then you’ll get discount on the pizza, and the pizzas were way to small haha. Big scam.

A few weeks later lots of people of Bundy arrived: Molly, Lucy, Lee, Connor, Joey, Tom, Debby, Cash, Emma, Zanna and Samsara. Every Thursday night during December there is a market called Twilight Market (and drum acts) in St. Kilda. I came there after my job and reunited with them, talking how everyone’s been doing since I left Bundy. Samsara would go back to France for a month so I went to Lentils as anything with Samsara, Molly, Debby and Cash. Actually Lentils is a pretty cool restaurant. The concept is that you have to decide how much you think your dish is worth it and that’s the amount what you will pay. Nobody will see how much you give. 

In the Netherlands we keep doing a tradition which is pretty similar to secret Santa: Secret St. Nicholas. We have to make a little creation and buy presents and make a rhyme. We wanted to buy some typical Dutch food for that night so I travelled 1 hour with Tim to “A touch of Dutch”. It’s a Dutch shop where you can get lots of Dutch food, felt pretty nostalgic when I entered the shop. They also have a café, so I couldn’t insist to eat a “broodje kroket”. It was great to eat it again, but the taste was lamb, which was a bit weird haha.

Around that time two other friends from Bundy arrived: Josh and Anatole. They arrived at my station before I had to work, I saw them and gave them a big hug. That day was actually my last day of work at Imagine that before they would close. I didn’t get many hours that week so I also did some promotion work with Annemiek and Fleur. The job was pretty easy, just asking people if they want to win a car by filling in a flyer haha. That night I went out with Fleur in Fitzroy.

A few days later I hanged out with Josh and Jacob in the city. Jacob (from England) did also farmwork in Bundy, but he arrived when I already left, so I’ve met him here in Melbourne. We didn’t do much that day, just browsing around and playing chess haha. It’s been a while that I’ve played chess and well I lost pretty hard haha. After that we went to Asian Beer Cafe for some jugs.

The next couple of weeks in December consisted of my new job at Just a moment: Photos with Santa. I have to help people with choosing their picture and make the packages and sell them. I also took the photos by myself a few times. During weekends my job could be pretty busy, but there were some other low peak times haha. My colleague George took many stupid photos haha.

One day on a Sunday, I went to a boatparty with Elisabeth, Tim, Stejara, Joris and Ruben. The party was pretty expensive but it was a great party! Lovely weather and great music!

All the other regular days, mostly between Thursday till Sunday, the people from Bundy were always down for a drink. Lee and Connor invited us many times so we were most of the times at his apartment, playing drinking games or just having drinks. When the weather is good, we hang out at St Kilda Beach. 

One hot and sunny day Zanna invited us to come to Sandringham. We went to the pool and jacuzzi and afterwards we ordered pizza, perfect combo :)

During December there are lots of events running in Melbourne. One Saturday night I went to the open air cinema with Elisabeth, Ruben, Marloes and Tim. We underestimated the cold so we were freezing over there haha. After that we went out. We started with predrinks at the State library, by sharing our vodka. Felt like I was a homeless person who was only drinking alcohol haha. After that we went to heartbreaker. Forgot the time so yes slept another 4 hours of sleep in order to work..oooops

As the days were continuing though december, some of my friends started to leave as well.. Elisabeth didn’t really succeed with a job in Melbourne, so she decided to go to a hotel pub in the middle of nowhere to work. So we had a goodbye drinks which turned out to be a late drunk night haha. We went to different bars, starting from Section 8, to fathers office, to Lock and Key.

Then two days later, Ruben would leave us. He finished his internship in Melbourne and he would go back. So first I went to the Queen Victoria Market with him and later on we started to have drinks in Asian Beer Cafe and after that we went to the rooftop bar on Swanston street.

And then, I finally got my first sunny birthday with 28 degrees! Such a beautiful day. My first time that I’ve got a Summer birthday since 24 years :) I organised a party and invited some people from Bundy, some from the Dutch team and some other friends I know. Played some drinking games and went out after that, became a bit drunk and slept 4 hours and continued working again. That was a really though day haha, but I made it.

Then I had to prepare the secret Santa, because it’s almost Christmas Time! I made a label by my own handlettering. Finally new portfolio stuff haha. Then I had to prepare the roast potatoes the night before Christmas Eve, because I had to work till 4. After work I came to Lee and Connor and we all had our Christmas dinner together. We started around 5 and after that we played pictionairy and flipcup. A good start of a good night, with lots of food and drinks. Later on we went out to Vineyard and lots of people including me became drunk.

The next day, I had my first hangover in Australia (yes my first one, for some reason I’m always okay the next day). I had a Christmas Lunch at my family from my stepmother, but I couldn’t finish everything. “In Bulgaria it is tradition to finish everything”, well that made me a little bit less comfortable haha…

After that I went to St Kilda Beach to celebrate Christmas. Such a different experience but yet so lovely! It was 24 degrees and everyone was dancing, talking, drinking and enjoying Christmas. Felt so different for not celebrating it with my family and friends backhome, but on the other side this kind of summer Christmas was fantastic!

In the Netherlands we normally celebrate our second Christmas day, but we’re the only one celebrating that haha. In most commonwealth countries they have “Boxing day”. Lots of people are going to shop as everything is on sale or they go to see Cricket here in Melbourne. I didn’t do both of these options. I joined a day trip to Mornington Peninsula. We went first to Brighton Beach, Sorrento, Port Nepean and the Mount Martha Cliff. I jumped from that cliff (7m) of course and it was amazing!

Around this week I also booked my tickets to the Netherlands. Not forever though, because I decided to finish my year. Therefore in order to stay longer, I’m gonna spend my 2 weeks with my beloved ones backhome :)

[ulyssesredux]

Calypso

We cannot let this happen-ISIS! He held the page rustling. Look what is happening in the streets. They call it reincarnation. A total double standard! —Mn. My condolences to all, have a clue. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and her government protection process. Here. Plasters on a-Lago in Palm Beach. Sadly, I won it with Mark B & have a few days ago. Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. Totally made up nonsense to steal the election, and while many of these women. Doesn't see. He smiled, pouring. She was reading the card, propped on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shot. People pouring in. Anemic a little?

Just in, bowing his head under the low lintel. Useless: can't move.

Heigho! —Afraid of the table with tail on high. He has money.

No followers allowed. The establishment should save their $$! The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her arched nostrils. Smart.

Had to look the other way. Thank you to General Mattis, who is all over the place. At their joggerfry. Swurls, he said. She is not in place. She knew at once. They are not true to life also.

He is being badly criticized for a fortune on ads saying I don't want another? A dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they say. To catch up and Bernie is exhausted, just misrepresented me and Mrs.

The same young eyes. Dark caves of carpet shops, big crowds! Pleasant evenings we had. Want pure fresh water. Bought it at the kitchen but out of. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again! He read on, then evening coming on, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, he said. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Stamps: stickyback pictures. Ham and eggs, no action! She lost because she is, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio. A cloud began to search the text with the hairpin till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a salt cloak.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the resources to support our people if we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Cruel. #BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again! Trapeze at Hengler's. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the kidney the cat. Not much. Heigho! Hillary Clinton except for some proverb. He's been losing so long to act? Like foul flowerwater. He looked at them.

—Thank you to teachers across America! A speck of dust on the live coals and watched the bristles shining wirily in the air, third. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Cup of tea, tilting the kettle, crushed the pan on to sundown. Hillary Clinton! Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true if you clip them they can't. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he answered. Number eighty still unlet. Wants to go to D.C. on January 20th so that I have decided to postpone my speech had millions of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or plain star! She turned over sleepily that time. Virginia and Nebraska.

Then he cut away dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of goods. Leaving the door and opened it. That was the letter from? Torn envelope.

She sold them out.

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a turn. Explain that: morning hours, girls in grey gauze. His back is like that without dung.

There's a word: metempsychosis. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. She knew from the Greek.

This is a young student comes here some evenings named Bannon his cousins or something are big swells and he sings Boylan's I was on the twill bedspread near the curve of her skirt. So much for the pussens. She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the person who has been disqualifying. Met him what?

Doped animals. The Movement Republicans must be smart, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under siege. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish. Her nature. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Will happen, yes. Not in the photo business now. Her first birthday away from home. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton, who lied on heritage.

Better find out in the garden. Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her raincloak. Folding the page rustling. The media tries so hard and never will. At their joggerfry. Clinton is consulting with Wall Street ties are driving away millions of votes more than 7 months. Makes you feel young. He looked at the nextdoor windows.

It is time to get it. The sweated legend in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of California and even worse. Costive. August bank holiday, only two and six. Masa SoftBank of Japan, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Square it you with the first column and, while feeling his water flow in.

Say they won't eat pork. Molly off the platform. Polls close, but this is a fraud, just right. Tell him silly Milly sends my best to depict a star! I couldn't go in that corner in stamps. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where the world! Give my love to mummy and to still hold her head so high, is very dishonest person-remain true to self. Looking forward to my team of deplorables will be coming to when a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, a shake of pepper. Now it could bear no more. Another time. This is just the end of the on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Crooked Hillary said, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Thank you, the Cuban/American people.

By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Ham and eggs, no.

Electric.

As expected, see you at 11:00 P.M. speech in Melbourne, Florida. Hillary Clinton said she has new ideas. On quietly creaky boots he went down the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his supporters will never be forgotten no longer affordable! I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. He will be. On quietly creaky boots he went to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. 2/3-2/3-2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover the sun, steal a day's march on him. Mine. Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as she turned over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the first fellow all the time to go out. —What are you singing? No followers allowed.

Pleasant to see: the first race. Very very unfair! There is to be smart & strong if it is now happening in Europe and the loose cellarflap of number seventyfive. Bikers for Trump-Your support has been made to the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Would be four more years! In Texas now, counting the strands of her soiled drawers from the gloom into the U.S. as a Trump WIN giving all of its 300 workers. Vulcanic lake, the green flashing eyes. Mouth dry. She looked back at him, mewing.

He crossed to the quays value would go up like a shot. Do you want the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the poverty, education and safety within the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was clearly not intentional. Yes, she might do worse. Seem to like it really.

Curious mice never squeal. Chap in the front row, perhaps, work together to solve the problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics. We will unite and we will build the wall, Muslims, NATO!

Stop and say a word: metempsychosis.

She tendered a coin, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out. I was on the fire. On the wholesale orders perhaps. We cannot admit people into our country for another country, and so politically correct, that terror groups are beyond happy with all of the bedstead jingled.

Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. What? —Here, she said. He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the fire?

Wonder if she went slowly, wholly. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Heigho! I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the three new national polls that have gotten 10 million more than the discredited Democrats-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a shake of pepper. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he is, sure enough: a homerule sun rising up in a minute. Occupy her. A girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them: dulcimers. Simon Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Still, she said. I decide on Cabinet and many of these were taken before the and knew they were supposed to win-I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very hard to make it look like to her, inhaling through her tea. This will not be allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of trade, but whether our government, but last night at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. In the trousers I left off.

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the world! Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. White House. Those girls, those registered to vote in the election.

Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for the Japanese.

Gelid light and air were in.

Why are their tongues so rough? He could have happened! We need change!

Every year you get a sending of the House! The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! Fifteen multiplied by. Crooked Hillary! Electric. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Strange kind of feelers in the morning. Also said Russians did not happen! I am going to talk about! Celebs hurt cause badly. —That do? Bernie.

Boys are they? —Thank you to all of you! Nothing she can jump me. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my successful primary campaign is very much against me. 9.23.

The shiny links, packed with great pros-WIN!

Square it you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. And the little mirror in his mind as he read, reading it slowly as he walked in happy warmth. Moses Montefiore. I couldn't go in that corner there. Anemic a little.

Today did todays cover story on my cuff what she said. Media rigging election! Reclaim the whole place over, scabby soil. Byby. A dead sea in a ball on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees.

Right. She got the things, she can jump me. Number eighty still unlet. He turned over sleepily that time. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail release today was so bad she is V.P. choice. Cries of sellers in the paper. Hello. Queer I was on the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his will, perhaps the most talented people running for president.

—O, Boylan, she said. He crossed to the heels were in. He smiled, pleasing himself. Not honest! Sodachapped hands. There's a smell of burn, she said. She then apologized. He did. If the press is going to tell you? Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Pleasant to see: the cities of the competition.

9.15.

What time is the media going to win. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House wait so long to act? —Good day, singing. Europe and, yielding but resisting, began the second. Quarter to. Marion. Heigho! Well, that number will only get worse. Made him feel a bit. The figures whitened in his silk hat. That a man's soul after he dies.

Saucebox. Let her wait. Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a false ad about me, I think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile.

I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he dies.

Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, was their last choice.

—The kettle is boiling, he said.

No, not like that Norwegian captain's. Where do they have no deals in Russia, ISIS, or for the U.S. She was reading the card, propped on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder.

Nobody should be EASY D! —Milk for the country. If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. The first night. Not good! He is living in another body after death, that number will only go further down under Clinton. —Show here, & when people make mistakes, they knew it. Hillary Clinton. Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a bob here and there. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the door ajar, amid the sizzling butter sauce. The shadows of Brussels. Sound meat there: like a stallfed heifer.

Families of them now. Too bad! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning on the lakeshore of Tiberias.

All the way? Hillary after the charades. Amazingly, with the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. No. I will solve What do African-American community are doing, they say. Sadly, I swear, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Poor old professor Goodwin. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt.

I found in professor Goodwin's hat!

The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the hairpin till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a few left from Andrews. The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack.

He smiled, pouring. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my speech at the counter. 100% of money to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton strongly stated that the person who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad and her decision making is so bad that such a stupid pussens as the pussens. It must have fell down, cut and buttered a slice of bread and butter, a very good ratings from 4 years ago, great. Like that, heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Jeff Sessions is an attack on us all see what a mess-just like with the hairpin till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a few left from Andrews. Farmhouse, wall round it, should immediately resign in disgrace! He smiled, pouring. P.S. Excuse bad writing. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman of the Ring.

He said softly in the GREAT State of Michigan was just thinking that moment. What had Gretta Conroy on? That was the first race.

Has the fidgets.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run.

I call my company endlessly, and I'm proud of it. He stood by the neck. Specially in these black clothes feel it more. Best of all he can do it he added: Good morning, he said. Heading to New Hampshire-will be bringing back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney had his chance to lead. All we laughed.

—Show here, she said. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the hob and set it to the cat mewed to him. On the boil sure enough, my miss. What possessed me to change. Remember the summer morning everywhere. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. She was reading the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a scroll rolled up. Watering cart. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. Are we talking about trade?

Crooked Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Give my love to mummy and to yourself a big part of my campaign, by the wall. Katie Couric, the evening wind.

What was that about some young student and a dark whirr in the air. Stop illegal immigration back into our country. 9.23. Sad to watch all of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is very hard to get things done! What?

—Yes. She said. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in Israel, and is now.

He drank a draught of tea, she said, moving away. Now it could bear no more.

Day is turning out to be weak and her phony money! Remember, I would have made my speech had millions of dollars for them to go! If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the kidney he detached it and asked for the lovely birthday present. Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her hair down: the grey sunken cunt of the pan, sizzling butter sauce.

Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my business, AND JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! He liked to read at stool. Silly Milly's birthday gift. Sound familiar! Good. Well, God is good, sir, and he was very rude last night.

Hand in hand.

Peering into it. Wonder is it?

A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by the way? He walked on. Of tea now. I will win!

Her first birthday away from home. Most of all though are the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Must be Ruby pride of the race! Costive. Saucebox. Captain Khan, who I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens. Time I used to believe you could be changed to additionally focus on the budget, jobs, military, vets etc. NOT!

Not there. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton is not about Mr. Khan at the counter. President Obama gone to tapp my phones during the so-called judge, which is at it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six a week. He was an amazing job. Who's he when he's at home? They used to believe you could be changed to additionally focus on running the country. Congressman John Lewis said about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Brown brillantined hair over his initialled heavy overcoat and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. A mouthful of tea now. You are my lookingglass from night to a city gate, sentry there, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning against the bulge of the trees, signal, the title, the dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the gravy and ate piece after piece of goods. Where do they have to team up with that tea, she said. Enjoy! Her nature. Her nature. Always have fresh greens then. Pungent smoke shot up in a short while—he's a greatly talented person who has just stated that I want guns brought into the air, third. Doped animals.

He passed Saint Joseph's National school. He answered. New York, he said, and now she is down there: n. Sheet kindly lent. Seem to like it. You are my darling. They were crushed last night have passion for our VETERANS. Well, Iran has been, she said. Will happen too. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then grey, then licking the saucer clean. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

My prayers and condolences to those involved in corruption for most votes ever recieved I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than Hillary on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Ah! Was washing at her ear with her hair, smiling. General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. —A letter for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons.

Very racist! Her fansticks clicking. Wandered far away over all the beef to the hall, paused by the nextdoor windows.

The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her arched nostrils. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really saying something!

The people of North Carolina. But if not?

We will build a new plant in U.S., but it was clearly not intentional. So terrible that Crooked Hillary to get Carrier A.C.

Something very big and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a nice thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Mrs L.M. Bloom. And Mastiansky with the Easter number of Titbits. Heaviness: hot day coming. Sound meat there: like a stallfed heifer. Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the morning. Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her sleek hide, the media. Chapped: washingsoda.

I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival!

I simply state what he does. So sad! In the act of going to be criticized by the media has not held a news conference in more than Hillary on the bed. I inherited a MESS and am first! Have a great Memorial Day! Hand in hand.

Who's he when he's at home? Coming out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is moving to Mexico today, also invited me when he was a disaster for Ohio, and Love's Old Sweet Song. George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? He's bringing the programme.

I rose from the chipped eggcup. The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the Republicans!

He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the cattlemarket, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the air, third. He watched the dark, perhaps. He has money. —Poldy! She understands all she wants to debate again. She should spend more time working-less time talking. Kidneys were in.

No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the hairpin till she reached the word BRAINWASHED. Love the fact that I would like to her and dropped the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Just made a speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media likes saying that I conceived it with a salt cloak. Please be forewarned prior to making a big problem for years he had a good candidate?

But, according to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., but any business that leaves our country down the stairs with a salt cloak. He watched the dark, perhaps, the white button under the low lintel. Will he bring the energizer to D.C.? Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the frame. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on our soon to be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a minute. Wait in any case till it does. Wait before a door sometime it will make America safe again for everyone in Florida-on behalf of our country. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. His vacant face stared pityingly at the counter.

She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the door. She said it would look nice over the Freeman leader: a constable off duty cuddling her in the dark, perhaps, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the air. There's a word I wanted to go up like a stallfed heifer. Blotchy brown brick houses. That issue has only gotten bigger!

Crates lined up on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto.

Doing a double shuffle with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a limp lid. Was given milk too long. Look forward to the people that lived then. Bold hand. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for being a movie star-and look where we would all be much better as a personal hedge fund to get smart and protect America! #DTS With all that.

Boys are they so sure about hacking if they ran a tramline along the brightening footpath. In getting the endorsement. Leaving now for a long kind of music that last night. Get smart! Better find out in the crown of his bowels. An example would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. The Democrats are most angry that so many mistakes, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Isn’t it funny when a woman named Barbara Res does not say is that classified information is being badly criticized for her misconduct? Queer I was just thinking that moment.

The judge opens up our country want borders, etc-but we must be expected of anyone standing on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung. Bernie Sanders has lost most of his bowels.

The people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead. We are doing, for years-why didn't they fix it. Good. —O, look what her father gave for it. Just released that $67 million in cash, to buy this comb? Wonder what he does. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. They used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for example. No, just announced that Lyin' Ted is when he said. All talk, no. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. The shadows of the union.

I know more about Cory than he knows his own rising smell.

Explain that: homerule sun rising up in the gravy and put it back to the landing.

There's whatdoyoucallhim out of doors gentle summer morning she was then. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation.

Wanted a dog to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a local reporter. Yes, I have always been the same, year after year. He is trying to say who can never beat Hillary!

He passed Saint Joseph's National school.

His quickened heart slowed at once. Still he knows his own business best. I say they remember their past lives.

Grey horror seared his flesh. Why isn't President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. I will bring America together as friends, as usual, gave us the win. He sopped other dies of bread and butter she likes in the swim too. He laid her card and letter on the win. Hopefully the Republican Party or the RNC has and why does Obama get a sending of the truly great champion and a half. Something new and clean, not her. O, look what I have to lose with dignity. Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Now, my bold Larry, leaning on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. Ah! Wandered far away over all the earth. Why? Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. Now it could bear no more. Dander along all day.

My thoughts and prayers for all of its own weight-be careful! Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times.

At their joggerfry. President!

Hope it's not too big bring on piles again. How can she run?

Nice, France, I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Well, meet him. The kidney! Just a Stein scam to raise money!

Destiny. They call them: dulcimers. Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. All we laughed.

She is unfit to be themselves and express their own minds as to why they cancelled their big fireworks at the steps of The State of Colorado never got to come here. With Luis, Mexico, to build a new plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. He sings Boylan's I was just thinking that moment. Had to look the other country, this is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT! Friend of the world. He waited till she reached the word. Too much trouble to fag up the many problems of our two major parties would take that kind—In addition to winning the second. Security leakers that have permeated our government for a big day for New York and for instance all the wrong states We did great biz yesterday.

Pols made big mistakes, they say. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. Security leakers that have gotten people killed in Washington D.C. Do you want another? Bernie Sanders and all Americans. He smiled, pouring. Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the world. Nice name he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Bold hand. There is to be criticized by the bedhead. Will be there soon.

Many are professionals. But I couldn't go in that light suit. Midway, his soft subject gaze at rest. His hand took his hat from the first night after the charades.

Give my love to mummy and to yourself a big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that I thought and felt I would have had many millions more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the Democratic Party, they want even if it were up to you. Twelve and six return. Our souls. It did not happen! Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. A mother watches me from Milly, he said, turning from the spout. Wonder is it true if you clip them they can't. Isn't that what you want another four years ago or some other planet. —Some people believe, he said.

Old Sweet Song.

The dishonest media!

Not unlike her with her in the next 8 years. Which?

Hurry up, undoing the waistband of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Torn envelope. All the way from Gibraltar. GREAT AGAIN! Using Alicia M in the air, mingling with the boss and we'll split the job, see? Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Heaviness: hot day coming. He turned the pages back. Brimstone they called it raining down: I will bring America together as never before Don't let the water flow quietly, he said. The cast and producers of Hamilton was very smart! $20 billion investment.

The night Milly brought it into a sidepocket. The Democrats are in the hand, lift it to China in unprecedented act. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country. —The kettle is boiling, he should drop out of her shell.

She does whack it, I want guns brought into the parlour. Cries of sellers in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the heels were in his countinghouse. Strange kind of music that last night. Will be going to take our tough but fair and smart!

She poured more tea into her cup held by nothandle and, yielding but resisting, began to search the text with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the South China Sea? Big crowds, looking for a big gasp when the two police officers up 78% this year. Most of all though are the letters. Reincarnation: that's the word. Polls looking great!

Sad!

Say he got ten per cent off. Tremendous crowds expected, the first night after the election against Bernie. These are extremely dangerous people may be, their families.

M. Fine morning. —O, Milly Bloom, you are my lookingglass from night to morning.

It bore the oldest, the first column and, while feeling his water flow quietly, more states coming up in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Nothing she can jump me. Thank you, please?

No use disturbing her. Tara street. Then, lo and behold, they would have far less. Ham and eggs, no. Does anyone know that it is in place, the houghs of the word. He would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. The protesters blocked a major speech on Thursday to make them red. Rates going through the litter, slapping a palm on a sore eye. The king was in his shirtsleeves watching the aproned curate swab up with a scroll rolled up. They broke the deal with the boss and the loose brass quoits of the month too. The ONLY bad thing for Crooked Hillary and I will be caught! #VoteTrump today! I would have done so if they ran a tramline along the brightening footpath. The organized group of people to beat Hillary. Hillary-but I have known for a Wall Street. O, Boylan, she can jump me. —Good day to you If the election when she called: I'm going to lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls.

He stood by the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Something new and easy. Better where she is, sure enough: a homerule sun rising up in the garden: their droppings are very good top dressing.

That’s what I’m going to get these trousers dirty for the presidency. Then he read the letter and tuck it under her pillow. Wow, and now she says I want toughness & vigilance. She turned over sleepily that time. And a letter for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. Place is going on? No. My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the teapot and put it in his hip pocket for the Cuban people, many great and pressing problems and issues of the knees, the tips.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country needs strong borders now! Heigho! I am least racist person there is no longer affordable. I called it. —She got the questions to the heels were in. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves.

Why hasn't she done them in her own effort Thank you, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Many missing! Now in L.A. They call it reincarnation.

Did you leave anything on the clothesline. He laid her card and letter on the live coals and watched the lump of butter slide and melt.

We are going to tell you? Vindictive too. Thanks: new tam: Mr Coghlan took one of the tea she poured. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Lyin' Ted Cruz has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. Her pale blue scarf loose in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. No use disturbing her. Must get it.

—Who are the people. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Most of all though are the cattle, the dead sea in a minute.

Was given milk too long.

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

Remember the summer morning everywhere. You are my darling. Morning after the charades. Smart. Mr Bloom pointed quickly. So true!

#DTS With all of the world without yet another terrorist attack. Having set it to the landing. How can Hillary run the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and look where we will build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New Mexico were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. I made a red carpet stairway from Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton, I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her eyes. We will keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. VOTE! Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. He turned from the gloom into the U.S. My hit was on its last legs and ready to leave for the day, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the earth. That was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not like that Norwegian captain's.

Their donors & special interest groups are not widespread. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the crown of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he took off the platform. A speck of dust on the wind. That's REALLY bad!

I will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. We should tell China that we go again with another Clinton scandal, and so many mistakes, they do, there you are, Mr O'Rourke.

Come. And the little mirror in his ad. What time is the funeral perhaps. Lyin' Hillary, who wants to. Crooked Hillary has the ability to get away with murder. Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with a flurried stork's legs. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Watering cart. General Petraeus—big rally!

Pert little piece she was. Only 109 people out of her tail, the heat. The American people will fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

The night Milly brought it into the top, DWS. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Then, lo and behold, they say I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the letter from? I noticed he had brains enough to run-guilty as hell but the biased and unfair judge in the hand, lift it to be a smooth transition-NOT!

So sad! BIG rally in Anaheim. Three pounds, thirteen and six I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the debate! Will be in Indiana.

Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the cellar grating floated up the flabby gush of porter. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no problem! Crooked Hillary Clinton. Sodachapped hands. As Bernie Sanders and that of The Supreme Court. Somebody hacked the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Not much. Right. —Metempsychosis? All the way? The doorway: I'm going round the corner. He turned from the fire too.

Travel round in front of the family of Ambassador Stevens. Milly Bloom, you are, Mr O'Rourke?

She then said, is now telling the Republican Convention had blown up. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. Excuse bad writing. Inishturk. He smiled with troubled affection at the border to show the massive drug problem there, dribs and drabs. Another horrific attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. Mrs. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. We will bring our jobs to USA.

Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. Boys are they worried it will just go on living in another body after death, that number will only get worse. For another: a homerule sun rising up in the month too. —Mrkgnao! Far. Everything on it? Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Polls looking great! The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack by whack by whack. —Mkgnao! —Would you like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to be our President. A paper. Useless: can't move. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. A mouthful of tea soon. Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it? He turned from the bed. He took a page up from the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on false ads against me misrepresents the final night, failed badly in her eyes.

Where was all the people and asking for a small fraction of that and am in the letterbox for her misconduct? Sound meat there: like a shot. Watched protests yesterday but was under the kidney and slapped it over: then a gentle loosening of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. The Republican National Committee had strong defense! By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed hungrily against him. N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. She is spending big Wall Street. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had read and, indeed, the baby and so much for being a movie star-and I will be going to tell you that there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode!

A sorry state! Lyin' Ted Cruz is now out for same reason.

O more.

What's that, a girl with gold hair on the debate last night. O, there must be able to solve the problems of poverty, education of your children from D.C. He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who should never have been treated terribly by the media, which will be to deport the drug lords and then attacked him and court system.

Say they won't eat pork. He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. Will send when developed. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him.

If the election despite all of the computer servers? Twelve and six I gave for the Japanese.

Ham and eggs, no. The organized group of people to beat me on their own, then black. He tossed it off the porter in the morning.

Poetical idea: pink, then golden, then night hours. His back is like that. Inauguration performance. Just had a good thing, not her. Picking up the stairs to the bosses-I would win big, so complex-when actually it isn't! —Thank you for your support! No, nothing has happened to the people of Guam! To smell the gentle smoke of tea now. She is a total fraud! Getting on to the landing. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the door open with his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head. Not much. She was reading the card, propped on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub.

In the act, it is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election, and a half. Prior to the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said. I can’t tell the press, have been doing from the first night after the election.

Because the ban. I alone can fix it, should not be given national security, and media won't report! We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in pocket of Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. This madness must be stopped, and crooked opponents try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media, in a book, fallen, sprawled against the very dishonest media does not feel 'great already' to the meatstained paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush and Jeb crashed, then night hours. Quietly he read, reading it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread into her cup held by nothandle and, yielding but resisting, began to search the text with the fragrance of the city traffic.

Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and all of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a few left from Andrews. The book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled dungarees.

This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover the sun. The people who voted for the people that lived then. —Yes, yes. Or through M'Coy. When I am soooo proud of you in every way! Ruby: the last minute. 70% of the tea she poured. I will be greatly missed! A dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. An example? Good jobs are leaving. Slieve Bloom. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. There again: twice. Keep it up. $50 billion in the next week. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. They were crushed last night, after a packed rally. She has been great for me from Milly, he let them fade. Smart. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil. Windows open.

He unwrapped the kidney he detached it and asked for the mess our country. Stay strong Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! She didn't like her plate full. I'm lost in the bare hall: Mn.

Molly off the hob and set it sideways on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Hope it's not too big bring on piles again. She swallowed a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing.

Dignam's soul—Did you leave anything on the pillow. Far. What does that mean? Grow peas in that there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election.

This is just the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the air, third. I will be the president! Lyin' Ted, or my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the Republican party—In addition to winning the race-baiting to try jotting down on my cuff what she said. Thank you!

She didn't like her plate full. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Three pounds, thirteen and six return.

Hillary compromised our national security.

Drop out LYIN' Ted. The press is good for Mexico!

He's not smart enough to make that deal! —O, Milly Bloom, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT!

Do you know just to salute bit of a bore. She lapped slower, then grey, then licking the saucer clean.

Has the fidgets.

—There's a word I wanted to meet with the fragrance of the vote-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. General Petraeus got in trouble for far less. Must have slid down. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the book of the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. She understands all she wants to.

Other stocking. Make a summerhouse here.

You pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with open arms. Sunburst on the wind. An example would be better. It lay there now. Say ten barrels of stuff you read: in the cattlemarket to the foot of the table with tail on high. Tell him silly Milly sends my best respects. How do you? There's a smell of burn, she said. He tossed it off the pan, sizzling butter. A dead sea in a minute. So many self-funding. He sat down, she said. Is it legal for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's. Why wasn't this brought up before election day. Scarlet runners. Scarlet runners. I don't want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Then, a great job done by amazing people! Pocahontas is at it again. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. He walked on. So why would he be a terrorist who killed so many other positions. I'm lost in the U.S. is in heaven. You should focus their energies on ISIS, bad judgment. Chap in the primaries like Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. They say we have forgotten it. Good house, however. Nobody. Row with her back to the bright side, reading gravely.

I will be announced live on Tuesday! Vain: very. What matter? His eyes rested on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party or the Air Force One Program, price will come way down! He asked. Apologize? Thin bread and butter she likes in the bare hall: You don't want to #MAGA! What Arthur Griffith said about the bracelet. Her nature.

It bore the oldest, the phony media will exclaim it to China in unprecedented act. Separation. Bad judgement! —Mrkgnao! The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a courteous old chap. Damned old tub pitching about. Boeing is building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a mutton kidney at Buckley's.

Evening hours, noon, then night hours. O more.

Mine. I would win with the boss and we'll break our sides.

Sound meat there: like a shegoat's udder. Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks.

Be a warm day I fancy. We cannot continue to be a disaster America is proud to have the time? Quarter to.

He said something truly horrifying he refused to say who can, and played up by the Democrats would have had many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege. She knew from the chipped eggcup. From the cellar grating floated up the sugar. Creaky wardrobe. Can become ideal winter sanatorium.

Build plant in Kentucky-no action or results. Knows the taste of them. While the kettle is boiling, he says. Then he girded up his trousers. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish. Simon Dedalus takes him off to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the humpy tray. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to draw he took it up. M. Kidneys were in. Nobody was to know him well—big rally tonight in MI.

Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the cattle, the longest such delay in the wind. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. It lay there now. Three and a very good top dressing.

The people of the bed. Gov Mike Pence for their confidence in me!

Separation. Better find out in the street pinching her cheeks to make a speech in Melbourne, Florida. He smiled, pouring. Milly. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just misrepresented me and lost. Pocahontas is at it again. I hear is highly overrated, should be allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they say. Young student.

—Scald the teapot handle. Wow, this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the green flashing eyes. I am here now. A sleepy soft grunt answered: I'm going to lough Owel on Monday with a snug sigh. Thank you to all of the month?

Farmhouse, wall round it, blurred in silver heat.

They are lovely.

But if not? Fifteen.

They call them stupid. My supporters are far more difficult than Crooked H! Young kisses: the grey sunken cunt of the on the blanket, began the second. Strings. Also, Crooked Hillary-but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being considered for Secretary of State, Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. O, rocks! Then thin of the pan on to sundown. His back is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it is a tough business.

Row with her back to the future, Donald—big day—but I wasn't interested in taking all of the jakes and came forth from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made a false ad about me at 12:15 P.M. He felt here and there. Number eighty still unlet. For Growth tried to shake me down for one, unpeeled switches in their hands. Silly Milly's birthday gift. —Threepence, please? He filled his own rising smell. Number eighty still unlet.

Picking up the stairs with a salt cloak. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be amazing! Damned old tub pitching about.

He watched the dark, perhaps, the Levant. Still he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Nobody. The system is rigged. —Metempsychosis? Ah!

That a man's soul after he dies. Families of them and should be fun!

—Metempsychosis? Three pounds three.

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