#pico.... good swimmer...

[mechidraws]

Swimmin’ baby!!! Letss goooooooo!!

#my art #artists on tumblr #illustration #fanart #fnf #friday night funkin #fnf pico #spooky month pump #spooky month skid #spooky month #pico.... good swimmer...

[minusgangtime]

*Minus Cheesecake stared for a moment before giggling*

Oh really?~ Well then~...

*he teased as he then looked at the boys, put his band under his chin, and smirked*

Ara, Ara~ 💙

*he then blew a kiss at them with a wink, and giggled to himself*

Hehe~

"BEEEEEP!!!"

Transformation: Merman - (20/20) M!A DONE!

"Oh! I got my legs back!"

Since the M!A over, Pico's legs were back normal and he was still seen swimming in the tank. His voice can be heard underwater.

"Oh, Pico! Are you okay in there?!"

He gave a thumbs up. "I'm cool, GF! Don't worry!"

Don't forget that Pico's a good swimmer!~

#fnf #fnf ask #ask #m!a time!

[beecherdrysdale]

Yeessss get ready to meet some crazy athletes lol.

we will absolutely be swearing lol nobody can stop us. We are very emotional hehe. The posters wouldn’t be to good but the boys are weirdly good at art, like Braden, Dawson. We are still bringing signs anways because we are differenttttttt. Hehe we’d be nervous, but I would probably be the most because I get nervous a lot lol. So someone needs to be the person to hold my hand and it’s quinner. Aw I want him to hold me lol.

Hehe yes Jamie and dylan don’t want to make you mad, they want you to do the best, and would hype you up!! I can just see it, like them just saying motivation shit and shaking you lol. They would do anything for you, chipotle got it, sweater got it, hug got it, kiss got it. Omg a GOOD LUCK KISS!! ADORABLE.

Oo that’s a good bowl mines kinda similar- brown rice, black beans, grilled chicken, tomatoes, pico, corn, and lettuce- sometimes I ask for pineapple :)

Yayy team celebration!! It would so fun! Everybody is back on their diets hehe. And then after u get rewarded 😏😏😏😏😏

Tennis matches are basically like swim meets, like people are in the stands, and cheering after points are played:) so you can go chaotic in the stands between points and set breaks. Aw quinner.

It’s annoying that sports equipment is that expensive!!

Yay we can have a running hug where we run to each other. I don’t mind getting wet and then when everybody leaves everybody jumps in the pool!

hehe yes all of you swearing and screaming and the parents are giving you guys death glares but you’re all just ignoring them lmao. you’re just so excited when i actually swim bc you had to sit there through so many other races so you’re all screaming lol. haha you guys bringing posters just so you could be different. and then i feel like bc some of them are weirdly good at art a couple of them would actually be good, and then you could tell who made which signs lol. hehe you getting nervous and squeezing quinner’s hand but then he just has to hold you and calm you down

hehe yes jamie and dyl actually not fighting for once and hyping me up together. actually no they don’t try to hype me up, they try to distract me, bc i usually do bad when i overanalyze my races before. i kind of have to just go into it not thinking about it. and they would probably be making fun of me while i get ready tbh. bc i like jump around and do arm circles and stuff to get ready, and i also do this weird thing swimmers do where we like slap/punch ourselves to get the blood circulating better lol. but yes they better be bringing me my chipotle and applesauce lol bc meet traditions. i think that’s why i did bad on friday lmao, bc i didn’t have chipotle. omg good luck hugs or kisses 🥺 we love that

ooooh you have a good bowl too, but where tf are you getting pineapple on your chipotle, bc i’ve never seen it lol

hehe yes we have to go to a team celebration after. oooh maybe we could get portillo’s. or culver’s. either way everyone’s breaking their diet for a day to celebrate. and then i get rewarded after too 😏😏

ok so we would just be going crazy in the stands like every time you score we just start screaming. and then i’d be swearing sooo much bc that’s what i do when i watch sports lmao. and quinner is just freaking out bc he’s so nervous for you but then he’s so happy every time you get a point 🥺

hehe yes i will literally run to you and do one of those jumping hugs if i get senior champs, or even better speedo sectionals. haha you’d get so wet, esp bc the tech suits repel water so the water just beads up on the outside instead of getting absorbed lol. lmaooo all of you guys would get yelled at if you tried to jump in, bc the officials and the people who run the timing system always have to stay for a while after at the end so they would still be there

#ask answered #anon answered #skating anon

[kapampangan-traveller]

Looking for a one-day road trip and activity? Go for Tanay, Rizal. Being near from NCR, this high altitude town offers breathtaking destinations and activities that would surely feed your adventurous souls. Winding mountain roads and pine trees are my favorite sceneries as we traverse the roads leading to different destinations. My heartfelt thanks to Sir Jeff Pino of Tanay Tourism Office for organizing this familiarization tour. Despite the Southwest Monsoon, we are blessed to have a fine weather on the day itself.

How to commute to Tanay? 

There are jeepneys and FX from Cubao and Starmall going to Tanay. From there, you can charter a tricycle to bring you to your destination of choice.

  What to explore in Tanay in a day?

San Ildefonso de Toledo Parish Church – one of the oldest churches in the Philippines and its beautiful facade is picture-perfect.  It also has one of the intricate retablo I have seen in my travel history.

Beautiful retablo

Declared last 2001 as a National Cultural Treasure Church by the  National Commission for Culture and the Arts, it is one of the sites to see in Tanay. Other pilgrimage sites to see in Tanay is the Regina Rica, one of the crowd drawer site in Tanay.

  Daranak Falls – this iconic waterfalls of Tanay is one of the picture-perfect destinations of the town. It is a developed nature park that can cater from youngsters to our senior tourists who want to experience Mother Nature’s beauty. From developed road networks, erected huts, available stores, and multilevel function halls, this spot would engage your entire barkada or family. The main cascade of the waterfalls is a sheer drop of 14 meters to a deep icy cold catchbasin for bathing. If not swimmer, best to don lifevest. There are footbridges that connect both sides of the park.

Food stall inside the park

How to go to Daranak Falls?

From Cubao: take Cogeo bound jeep or van. Take another Sampaloc bound jeep. Once on Sampaloc Market, charter PATODA tricycle to Daranak Falls. Php200 with maximum of 4 passengers.

From Starmall: Take jeepney or FX to Tanay. Once in Tanay market, charter PATODA tricycle to Daranak Falls.

Calinawan Cave –  a historic cave with a developed surrounding ready for the influx of visitors. Prior to actual spelunking, visitors must register on the adjacent hall and attend a short briefing about rules and regulations for safety. Also, pay the registration fee and choose a snug-fitting helmet.

Its main cave entrance is situated a few steps from the road and features a descending footpath. The cave system has seven explorable levels. However, during rainy season, the lowest 3 levels could be inundated and unsafe for spelunking. We were given the opportunity to experience the first two levels.

Can you see the human face?

The first level has some illumination from a naturally occurring orifice. There are natural rock formations depicting a human face and a knelt person.

Ms. Katherine Cortes of Taraletsanywhere blog

At the second level, the trail leads to a low ceiling chamber requiring explorers to kneel or duck walk to another end. There is also a phallic rock formation at this level. The exit trail features an ascending rocky and slippery trail leading to a high ceiling exit. This where explorers usually take a good photo thanks to beautiful natural diffused natural lighting. From the cave exit, it takes less than 5 minute walk back to the registration area.

The historical significance of the Calinawan Cave dates back from during World War 2, when the Japanese forces used the cave as a camp for two months before their actual surrender. The cave was discovered last 1572 without an identifiable person in record. However, the year 1901 when Mr. Felipe Matalino rediscovered the cave system. It is said that the seven-level or layer ends up in Wawa Dam in Montalban. However, this exit is bombed, apparently for protection. The etymology of “Calinawan” was derived from “an agreement of Filipino and American forces made clear to fight the Spaniards”.

  Nagpatong Rock – located in Barangay Cuyambay, Nagpatong Rock is actually a side trip to Mt. Masungki. It features two towers of colossal rocks seemingly and perfectly stacked on top of each other, thanks to its naturally occurring horizontal dents lining the main rock tower. From the jump-off point, the average trekking time is about two to three hours, depending on personal pace. The trail starts with a dirt road under a canopy of trees. From there, you will pass by rice plantations and through a thick forest. There are portions of the trail that are concreted. The ascending part of the trail features an established rocky footpath with steep inclines.

Where to Eat in Tanay?

  Rambulls Fastfood and Restaurant – a “bakahan” restaurant that is conveniently located beside the main road. I have eaten already here before and loved its bulalo! Another feature of this restaurant is a saddle placed in the middle of dining where you can take a photograph.

Main Dishes

Sweet choices

For inquiries, please contact the restaurant through mobile number [phone]

    Pico de Pino Restaurant – this is where we have light snacks after our Nagpatong rock adventure. It is conveniently located along Marikina-Infanta highway and has local products for pasalubong. Their menu ranges from breakfast meals, main meat dishes to snacks. Price ranges from a hundred til Php500.00.

Fresh Lumpia

Tasty Pancit!

For inquiries and reservation, you can contact Pico de Pino Cafe and Restaurant through mobile number [phone]

Souvenir Items

Sauce in bottles

Sweets

  My heartfelt thanks to Sir Jeff Pino, Tourism Officer for organizing this familiarization tour.

Thank you Sir Jeff! 

  More photographs during the familiarization tour.

Group shot inside Calinawan Cave

Post spelunking mode

Cuyambay Barangay Hall

Group Lunch before ascening Nagpatong Rock

Take that pose in Rambulls

Before going to Daranak Falls

The spacious area in Calinawan Cave

One of the rock formations in Calinawan Cave

  TANAY: Must do activities in a day Looking for a one-day road trip and activity? Go for Tanay, Rizal. Being near from NCR, this high altitude town offers breathtaking destinations and activities that would surely feed your adventurous souls.

#cave spelunking #Chasing Waterfalls

[toldnews-blog]

New Post has been published on https://toldnews.com/world/africa/tacos-tequila-telenovelas-nairobi-embraces-its-mexican-soul/

Tacos. Tequila. Telenovelas. Nairobi Embraces Its Mexican Soul.

On New Year’s Eve, as people around the world celebrated with a kiss or a glass of champagne, some partygoers in Nairobi celebrated a different way: with 12 grapes, one for each month of the year, as the clock ticked down to midnight. This Mexican tradition, which dates back to the Spanish colonial period and is said to bring good luck, arrived in Nairobi on the crest of a cultural wave that is taking over Kenya’s trendiest corners. Mexican culture is everywhere: on restaurant menus, in dance clubs, on television.

Although the number of actual Mexicans in Nairobi is small — about 200 people, according to embassy estimates — and they don’t have a defined neighborhood, their influence on the city’s cultural life is hard to miss (and that’s not even including Lupita Nyong’o, the daughter of Kenyans who was born in Mexico City). Nairobians can drink tequila and dance to Mexican-Kenyan fusion music at Blend Lounge on a Saturday night, then worship with Mexican Catholic priests at Our Lady of Guadalupe Parish the next morning. Decent Mexican food is notoriously hard to find throughout Africa, but in Nairobi, hungry travelers don’t even have to leave the airport: at Java House, East Africa’s answer to Starbucks, they can feast on quesadillas, guacamole, and even huevos rancheros.

The first Mexicans came to Kenya in the late 40s, as Catholic missionaries. Here’s how their influence spread.

From TV

The fusion of Mexican and Kenyan cultures began in the 1980s, as Latin American telenovelas, mostly from Mexico, took over Kenyan airwaves. The rights for these soap operas were cheaper to buy than those for United States shows, so networks snatched them up. Today, business is still booming: Caroline Mbindyo-Koroso, a CEO and executive producer of African Voices Dubbing Company, says the company started out in early 2015 with two employees dubbing soap operas. Now it’s the biggest dubbing company in East Africa, with 15 recording booths and four dedicated mixing stations.

Ms. Mbindyo-Koroso says soap operas are so popular because they’re aspirational: a pretty, downtrodden hero or heroine overcomes daunting odds — an evil stepmother, a bespectacled business tycoon — to achieve greatness. Most Mexican telenovelas in Kenya currently air in English, but Ms. Mbindyo-Koroso thinks there would be even more potential if they were dubbed into local languages. There are more than 120 million Swahili speakers in Africa, she notes.

To the radio

Born in Veracruz, Mexico, Edgar Manuel Vargas Gallegos, 28, had always idolized the Mexicans who had worked in Kenya as missionaries. After seminary school, but before his ordination, Mr. Gallegos followed their footsteps, intending to spread the Gospel.

Instead Mr. Gallegos fell in love with genge, Nairobi’s home-grown genre that combines traditional hip-hop beats with rap lyrics in Kiswahili and Sheng. With telenovelas popular, he reasoned: why couldn’t Mexican-Kenyan fusion be the next big thing in music, too? Mr. Gallegos ditched the priesthood and adopted the stage name “Romantico” to pursue a life in rap.

His collaborations with Kenyan artists, including Samaki Mkuu (the Kenyan Olympic swimmer Jason Dunford), and the so-called father of genge, Jua Cali, are addictive mash-ups: in the video for his 2018 single, Mkora (which means “scoundrel”), Romantico raps in Spanish and Swahili while wearing a bright-blue Mexican wrestler mask. In a forthcoming song, he reimagines the Veracruz classic “La Bamba” with genge soul.

“We are starting a new movement here in East Africa: a fusion of Spanish and Swahili music,” said Romantico, sitting outside a Nairobi taqueria where Kenyan employees clamored to take selfies with him. “The people can feel that it belongs to us. When we are singing, we are not singing for ourselves. We are singing for the people.” And the people love it: already, Romantico has performed on two of Kenya’s most popular TV shows, Ten Over Ten and The Churchill Show.

The hype has spilled over into classical music genres, too. The Kenyan classical guitarist Kevin Munyi, who specializes in private performances and corporate events, said there is suddenly more demand for mariachi music than ever before.

To the restaurant kitchen

“Mexican food has a checkered history in Kenya,” said Salisha Chandra, one of the co-owners of Fonda NBO, which became Nairobi’s first authentic Mexican restaurant when it opened in October 2017. (NBO is the airport code for the city’s international airport and has become shorthand for the city.) “It was only Tex-Mex, and those restaurants opened and closed very quickly.”

Ms. Chandra and her husband, Yash Krishna, lived in the United States for several years, including in California, before finally returning home to Nairobi. They missed the food they had fallen in love with abroad.

“We couldn’t figure out why there wasn’t any really good, authentic Mexican food here,” said Ms. Chandra. “It’s really similar to Kenyan food, in terms of ingredients: corn, avocados, beans. We said, ‘it should work really well with the Kenyan palate.’”

Indeed, ugali (the stiff cornmeal porridge that is ubiquitous in East African cuisine) is reminiscent of Mexican corn masa, and kachumbari, a Kenyan fresh tomato and onion salad, is a dead ringer for pico de gallo.

Ms. Chandra and the other co-owners traveled to Mexico, where they ate their way around the country, then flew the acclaimed Mexican chef Juan Cabrera Barrón to Nairobi for 10 days to help develop the menu. Authenticity was key: when certain ingredients, such as guajillo chilies and epazote herbs, weren’t available in Kenya, Fonda NBO partnered with an organic farm to grow them. And after more than a dozen misfires, they finally found a local Kenyan cheesemaker to make perfect queso fresco and queso Oaxaca from scratch.

Spira Cornel, the head chef at Fonda NBO, honed his skills with many different global cuisines but had never even tasted Mexican food before. “From day one, it was a blast for us as chefs. Mexican and Kenyan recipes use the same ingredients, but it’s a very different platform and techniques.”

Since Fonda NBO opened, Nairobi’s Mexican food scene has boomed: At Mercado, in Westlands, the head chef and bartender are both from Mexico, and at Alchemist, a cultural marketplace of pop-up bars, music venues, and food trucks, hipsters can wash down nachos with Mexican-inspired tequila cocktails.

Jay Muchai, a Kenyan chef and manager at Fonda NBO, has never traveled to Mexico but still feels a strong connection to the country. “Every time I serve the locals, I pretend to be more Mexican than Kenyan,” he said. “They say Mexican food feels like home food. It has the same soul.”

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[coconutseaways]

July 1, 2017 - our first Airbnb

It's June 30, 8 o'clock in the evening. We decided to leave the harbour and their €6.20 a day rate to find an anchorage more beautiful, less noisy and even better, free. A couple days ago we were able to finally chill and do our own exploring since our first Airbnb booking was done. It was amazing! Everything went so well. I will tell you more. But when we were walking we found the sandy beach which is in a basin/crater on the south western corner of Faial, in the centre of old town Horta. It looks out to the ocean and is an absolute sight to see, so we brought the boat over and are now anchored in that beautiful basin, with a small waterfall beside us. A restaurant along the wall playing some awesome music and a great snorkelling area. We went for a dive already and found some beautiful fish. A black one with fluorescent blue spots that glitter in the light. Also the yellow and blue ones that I posted a video of. They are so pretty to look at. We also found a large red star fish. One of those ones with the long arms that are all bendy. It doesn't look like a perfect star and it's dark red. Such a cool thing to see since when we went to BC last year, we didn't see any because of the die off. Look up the starfish disease...it's so sad. We need to save the starfish!! Anyways. We are doing some serious relaxing now. Our next booking is on July 5 so we have a few more days to chill out. So...the Airbnb booking: I found the group (4 guys 1 girl) at Peters Cafe Sport after finally getting some wifi and getting a couple messages with the "leader" of the group. I walked up and couldn't even remember what the guy looked like, but a young tanned guy looked at me as he was walking by and paused. I said "Marius? I'm Courtney". It was an instant hiii how are you. He introduced me to the group: Warren- Australian. Martin - German. Lucrezia - Italian. Abdullah (Abi) - Saudi Arabian and Marius - German. Originally this booking was only 3 and as time got closer Marius messaged me and asked if one of his friends could join. I said ya of course and before he changed the reservation, he had another friend wanting to come. I clearly explained the bed sizes, two twins, a single and a double for me and mike. I also said that they would be sleeping 2, 2 and 1 on twin beds. It would be a "cozy" sleep but Mike and I were totally cool with it. So we added them to the booking and would have 7 people aboard our 38 footer for 4 nights and 5 days. What a great time!!!! First we still had to overhaul the boat. So we took all their luggage and asked them to go grocery shopping and kill some time. They gave us 2 hours where mike and I went into overdrive and cleaned up, packed away and tried to make this boat guest suitable. We had a long 12 day sail where almost all my clothes got salty wet and we pretty much just started putting stuff anywhere where it wouldn't rock around. So by the end we had some serious organizing to do. It all worked out because we finished the last bit and they arrived with bags of fresh groceries. They wanted to leave that evening instead of staying in the harbour for the night so I went with all the passports and checked us out of Horta. It is such an ordeal to check in and out of ports but all went well and I had a crew manifest of 5 extra. We set out motoring that evening and anchored on the eastern corner of Faial island with a great view of the other two islands: Pico and Sao Jorge. Pico island has the highest peak in Portugal - mt Pico. We found a great little spot that was tucked in from the waves. Warren cooked us an amazing pasta dinner with the most delicious garlic bread. It was some fancy bread, stuffed with garlic, parsley and tomato and then toasted in the oven. To die for. While we were sitting on the boat, we saw a small shark come up towards the boat. He stayed for a minute and then left. Marius wanted to jump in so bad. He didn't though. We had a great first night. I pulled all the beds out and made them up once it was getting late. Everyone called a bunk and it was a peaceful sleep except for a little snoring haha. The next morning Mike got up at sunrise to make coffee and as soon as he started moving 4/5 of the guests were up and on deck. The next thing I hear is a big splash. And then another and another. I come out and all 4 of them are in the water...naked! Haha it was hilarious! They really made the most of their trip and I'm so glad we got to be a big part of it. Mike, Martin and I went for a snorkel closer to shore and saw some cool fish. The crackling under the water is so loud from all the crustaceans. It is the coolest sound. You wouldn't believe how blue the water is. You can see everything so clearly it blows my mind. The rocks are huge and full of life with so many little crevices. It freaks me out a tiny bit once in a while, wondering what could be coming out of a dark crack in the rocks. But then I chill and think it will be fine. I will be fine. I can't miss everything else because of that possibility. I made a breakfast scramble for us and then we lifted anchor and set our for Velas, Sao Jorge. On our way across, we came across a dolphin pod who kept crossing our path but were not keen on hanging out with us. Marius and Warren jumped in the water and we dragged him by a rope off the back and tried to get him closer to the pod. They weren't having it and after a few attempts we pulled the guys back onboard. A little while later we came up on a turtle floating on the surface catching some rays. Martin got in and swam up to the turtle. He got pretty close before it swam away. He tried to follow but they are fast swimmers. They all have some barnacle growth in their back or tail. But they are so cute. I love turtles. We finally made it to our destination of Velas Harbour. We were going to go into the marina but it's a small one and the only room they had was alongside another boat. We pulled a u turn and anchored in the harbour but outside the marina. I went ashore and checked in. Free to anchor (awesome!) free water fill up. They had amazing showers at €2 each which isn't terrible. That was my first real shower since June 8 or 9. We had salt water wash, fresh water rinse showers during the voyage and the solar shower gets really warm in the sun. But a really shower with awesome pressure. Me and 4 of the group found a cafe on land and ordered some food. Got in wifi and got to call my mom for the first time. It was good to hear her voice. I do miss her and my sister. Missing family and friends definitely making me feel a little homesick. I wish it was a close trip to come home and visit. But from here it would be a long and expensive flight home and back. It's so amazing here. It is so surreal to be on these islands. Just bouncing one to the other. Velas was a gorgeous little city. Quiet. We happened upon a festival where a band played down the street and they shot fireworks into the sky and there was a long table of bread, wine and cheese maybe. A priest said a prayer and then splashed holy water at the food, blessing it. And then people came up with bags and was given one of each thing. It was so lucky for us to happen upon while we were looking for the grocery store and gas station since the marina didn't have any gasoline, only diesel. We eventually found the grocery store, and found out the gas station was 5 miles up the hill. We ditched the idea of getting gas and stocked up on food for supper. Martin cooked us steaks and we had another awesome meal. We all slept like logs that night and the next day we all went for a snorkel and got some great footage underwater. This was my first wetsuit snorkel which felt so nice. The water is refreshing but it cools you down quite quickly. After we all chilled out and half of us napped we motored in to the marina to fill up on water. We ended up cross blocking between two docks because it was such a small area to maneuver around. We filled up on water, had our showers and took off for Pico island. We made it to a great little curve not far from Sao Roque do Pico but the waves at night had the boat rocking side to side so bad. I kept nudging mike that we should move as he slept soundly. Maybe an hour or two before sunrise he lifted anchor and moved after I had bugged him enough. Sure enough 4/5 of the group had not had a good sleep due to the rocking. Abi slept like a rock and didn't even know we had started the engine and motored to the harbour of Sao Roque. The next morning he was like "what the? This isn't where we went to sleep?" Haha it was pretty funny. I got a few hours of shut eye and the next day we went onshore and had some fabulous pizza at the yacht club of Sao Roque. We had a great little anchorage for the day and went for a great walk along the coast of Pico. We walked to a beautiful windmill with the prettiest blue water coast full of little rocks and tidal pools. After a long walk our guests took a cab up the mountain to get some pictures while mike and I went back to the boat for a serious siesta. We passed out for a while and then I heard "courtney, mike were back". They were yelling from shore for only a minute before I popped my head up and gave them a wave. I rowed the dinghy over and picked them up and we were back on the boat. Supper was a simple sausage, cheese, bread meal with beans and celery, which hit the spot. We had hot chocolate that evening to top it all off. I also ended up pulling out my guitar finally and playing a few songs. It was a great time! The next morning we headed back to Horta so they could get their rental car and explore Faial island for a couple more days in another Airbnb. They had 2 more days and wanted to go diving and up the volcano. We dropped them off around 3 in the afternoon and it was sad goodbyes from all. The next morning we saw Warren, Marius and Martin go by in the diving boat. They were off to do their scuba dive. Marius messaged me and asked if we wanted to do lunch together which we were definitely for doing. We did laundry at the marina (so expensive!!!) that morning and after the dive we met up and went to a great place that served wood fire cooked meals. I got the pork chops and the guys got tuna, wreck fish and mike got some other fish I can't remember. The wreck fish was definitely the best tasting. So juicy and great flavour. Mike's was good but had a very subtle flavour. And the tuna was good too, a little too fishy for me. My porkchops were freaking amazing. Cooked to perfection. We got a few desserts to share, a chocolate mousse, a coconut pudding cake and another cake that tasted like tiramisu. After lots of laughs the restaurant was closing up at 3pm (they reopen at 7pm for dinner) we went to pay and these awesome guys paid for mike and I as a last goodbye. They also stocked me up on some dark chocolate because mike gave away the last few pieces of a bar I had. Oh they were honestly just the best people to have! That was our final goodbye. Mike and I made our way to the beach and they made their way to their rental car to explore the island a little bit more and then fly home the next morning. As I'm typing this up, I hear a loud screech call. I look up and around, don't see anything. Continue typing. Then I hear it again and I look behind me and there's a man flashing a light at us and using this siren call. It's the police. Oh man. They yell we have to go. So mike rows over to them and has a polite conversation where they inform us that it is illegal for us to anchor in our beautiful little spot. Only one boat is allowed to anchor there and we can move 300 m up the coast and anchor there. Haha. So we moved, and now we will have a little bit more of a rocky sleep. We are in some wave action but hopefully it won't be too bad. Tomorrow we will head towards Pico and find a place there. All part of the exploring aspect I guess. Anyways. Airbnb went great! We had an amazing time, they had an amazing time and it just worked out so well. Now Mike and I are taking it all in and relaxing. A few more days until our next booking and we just keep going on and on. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story and keep reading the ones to come! Lots of love to all! Don't forget to follow us on Instagram (Coconut_seaways) and Facebook at Coconut Seaways for awesome pics and videos. Below is our Airbnb link. I highly recommend you come stay with us! It will be an experience you'll never forget! https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/17172254?location=Horta%2C%20Portugal&s=gMqRO9XB

[ulyssesredux]

Proteus

Yes, father: the ruffian and his brother, nosing closer, went to the Kish lightship, am I bringing her beyond the veil? We enjoyed ourselves immensely. —Call me Richie. The aunt thinks you killed your mother. Who? I used to carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for the eyes of master Goff and master mariners. The man that was the very life—as Aquinas, you know.

You find my words dark. Turn back. With mother's money order, eight shillings, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their own house. Said the old man died, and adding that Sir James had been a Harpagon whose passions had all been devoured by the hand. His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her seat by the law Harry I'll knock you down. It's Stephen, sir. I have never expressed myself in that chap, will be gone soon, now I've thought of his knees a sturdy forearm. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Somewhere to someone else, rather coldly. I will not sleep there when this night comes. The old man, propped up on the money lying on the crosstrees, homing, upstream, silently moving, a winedark sea. Red carpet spread.

The clergyman who met the procession was Mr. Cadwallader had slipped again into the army. Yes, used to the bell and rang it energetically. To-night he died, when every one is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone from under his peep of day boy's hat. Stephen in. I not take it.

The man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. Vincy, for, I will see if I can see.

Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand?

White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. Better buy one. That was the rule, said Caleb, in spite of warnings and prescriptions, and I can to comfort you; but under that quietude was hidden an intense effect: she is fond of having done her own. Will and Testament—big printed. The Bruce's brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's false scion, in the closet there. Turning, he spent his evenings at the side of Mr. Casaubon's, said Mary, quietly, and the money. Put up your mind on, Caleb. What about that, eh? I can see he is going away, walking warily. Staunch friend, a lifebuoy.

Full fathom five thy father lies. Schluss. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where the money's put out, waves and waves.

That's why she won't. Yes, used to the wood of madness, his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from farther out, waves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their life. Bet she wears those curse of God, the dog. When I hurt part of his sticking there and vexing everybody as well as Dorothea did; he supposes you will see if I can do as I tell you. Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a zebra skirt, frisky as a Jew. He stood suddenly, his bat sails bloodying the sea and wet sand slapped his boots. The letters had come imperatively and excluded all question in the closet there. To evening lands. He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant.

Street of harlots. P.C.N., you mug. Am I not going there? Must be two of em. Got up as a clergyman, I am lifting their two bells he is just like a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Across the sands of all things I married into!

Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus. Thus old Featherstone had not knowledge enough, Mary, you mongrel! Your rich Lowick farmers are as curious as any buffaloes or bisons, and that sort, but would probably say one of your wife to write.

For whom?

I have promised in the moon. He now will leave me. At the lacefringe of the manor.

He turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. I say, hurriedly, look here! Hello!

What has she in the darkmans clip and kiss. Ineluctable modality of the alphabet books you were going to write with letters for titles.

No.

He is my cousin. Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, thought through my eyes. He used to say? If I open and am for ever in the fog.

No. That man led me, form of forms. He had come nearer the edge of the past. Licentious men. Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris. Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. Garth, with the cordial. I say. Paff! O, my dear, said Caleb, with disgust. I tell you. If I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the braided jesse of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil? Must be two of em. Would you do what he called queen Victoria? And as you dragged your valise, around a board of abandoned platters. If I had land under my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. The child feels in that light. I can see he is lifting his and all other creditors—disagreeable people who only thought of themselves, did the best sort of thing. O, that's right. I meant, see? Look here, then think distance, near, a winedark sea.

I married into! Books you were going to do wonders, what offence laid fire to their brains? Cadwallader and leaning forward over her, who listened to everything, as if in a past life. Down, up, stogged to its waist, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. He checked his speech and turned back by the boulders of the alphabet books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: girl I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, he said, quietly, and that plan you must accommodate your tastes: I have not made my life pleasant to me the most natural tone: when I was young. He stared at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. I am so much at the three who were listening to him. Spurned and undespairing. He has sense enough and quickness enough; he doesn't know what he called queen Victoria? Lydgate had been forbidden to work; but the background of our own history, and the subdued light. Bath a most private thing. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the spot where the letter, she would show you my likeness one day. O, that's all right. The cold domed room of the cathedral close. Et vidit Deus. I was, faith. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. Dringdring! His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with biting severity—Will this be enough to do anything I could not say any more than the regard of old time lived in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his master and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath. Here. A human being in this aged nation of ours is a certain pride which is proper, Caleb, waving his hand fall, and she has a great deal too choice for that, I am at the three mourning-coaches were filled according to a woman to her mother, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the ineluctable modality of the tower waits. Fang, I am getting on nicely in the beach. Old hag with the letting of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride Street. If I were suddenly naked here as I like. When night hides her body's flaws calling under her rancid rags. —Sit down or by the fire. The Ship, half twelve. Seadeath, mildest of all things I married into! Garth were sitting alone, Caleb said, Tous les messieurs. Natürlich, put there for you. It's pretty nigh two hundred—there's more in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. The flood is following me.

In gay Paree he hides, Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me.

I am not. Moi, je suis socialiste. All kings' sons. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the bath at Upsala. It has happened again and again that I, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his nostril on a ledge of rock and from under the shock of alarm: every one is stirring. I married into! Of all the happier if you would be near, far, flat I see her at the Hall at twelve o'clock on the heap of notes and gold. About three o'clock he said—Yes, sir, I see, I wonder. With mother's money order, eight shillings, the faunal noon. Language no whit worse than his. We enjoyed ourselves immensely. A garland of grey hair on his recovery, and put it, sigh of leaves and waves. Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her with a grief and kickshaws, a winedark sea.

I am not a strong swimmer. I told you! The good bishop of Cloyne took the hilt of his claws, soon ceasing, a winedark sea.

Their blood is in our chippendale chair. Pico della Mirandola like.

—Uncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the dial floor. Il croit? In. I am moving towards is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone out, waves. For the old man hated him, Mrs. Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez ah, oui! Stephen, tell mother. In any case, he caught, as if in a past life. Sir James, looking on the crosstrees, homing, upstream, silently moving, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing behind Mrs.

And the blame? Not this Monsieur, I see, with fervor, putting out his hand lightly with her cheek. She sat to-morrow, if you had an expression of grave surprise, which he beat out with his head preaching to him then about the old man was lying quietly with his aunt Sally? Hat, tie, overcoat, nose. The rotation of crops, said the Vicar, that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. Touch, touch me. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is.

She always kept things decent in the Hannigan famileye. Scenes which make vital changes in her lap; for what was become of him. A garland of grey hair on his broadtoed boots, a lifebuoy. And and and tell us, Stephen. Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. Shut your eyes now. Forget: a father who did such work: a father who did such work: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Hollandais? For that are you pining, the froggreen wormwood, her lips. I was young. I will not be able to marry, which alarmed her a little: old Featherstone's delusive behavior did help to convince him that it is a gate, if you will hear young Ladislaw talk about it. The aunt thinks you killed your mother.

Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the tears were coming. Lap, lapin.

No, agallop: deline the mare. Noon slumbers. Old hag with the surprise, which Letty snatched up like an eager terrier. Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness shining in the orchard with Letty, seriously interested in was set up. O, my dear, said Mrs. Basta! I'm the bloody well boulders, bones for my steppingstones. Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose.

Green eyes, I must say that he would be affected, if I can do as I tell you, I bet. Would you like a good young imbecile. Mary, more still! The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. He was fond of visiting that house, but I don't wonder at Mary's not liking it.

No, they were to her kiss.

Said, Tous les messieurs. Terribilia meditans.

Of all the world, including Alexandria? They waded a little way in the least make clear to himself that his uncle had left written directions about everything and meant to have recovered all their sharpness and said, to the Blessed Virgin that you seem not to push unnecessarily the contradiction which agitated him. Turning, he inevitably mingled his consciousness with that money like a bolt: then you can put your five fingers through it howsomever.

The rejoinder to this side-slip of a widowed see, then think distance, near, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his nostril on a ledge of rock, carefully. Day by day: night by night: lifted, flooded and let fall. The grainy sand had gone from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. A lex eterna stays about Him. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia.

Exactly: and wait.

You seem to have enough to convince him that it was not always warm and sunny, and here is Mr. Brooke. When he left her to go and fetch the lawyer? Can't see! Of what in the house but backache pills. If you mean to resist every wish I express, say so and defy me. To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes our common cause. If any one will here contend that there must have been less like that of Punch triumphant than Caleb's, but she feels, as if in a corner was whispering a dialogue with her. For that are you pining, the cornet player. I've made two wills, and sat playing with her husband enter and seat himself a little on one side. Hide gold there.

Warring his life still to be surprised. Most licentious custom. The drone of his knees a sturdy forearm. Certainly you have a red nose. —We thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. It fell, slipping over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a morning of May that Peter Featherstone was buried. Call me Richie. She lives in Leeson park with a sturdiness which he always called understrappers, he continued, as she looked up immediately at her back. The aunt thinks you killed your mother.

Shake a shake. O, my obelisk valise, porter threepence, across the sweep of sand quickly, shellcocoacoloured? O yes, W. So in the most dismal thing I ever saw. Postprandial. With woman steps she followed: the nacheinander. All'erta! A misbirth with a grimace while she rested her chin on his eyes were bright, and regarded his wife and son, said Mrs. I am here to beach, in the dark. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the other's gamp poked in the army. Found drowned. Here lies poor dogsbody's body. After he woke me last night same dream or was it? Hold hard. After he woke me last night same dream or was it? He threw it.

Lap, lapin. No-one.

Cousin Stephen, tell mother. Most licentious custom. She could make any amends to the engineering—I've made everything ready to change our place and examine a particular mixture or group at some distance from the bed of death, ghostcandled. Lump of love for him on his comminated head see him. P.C.N., you see.

Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial? Go easy. Have you sense enough to recognize now your incompetence to judge and act for me all at once. Red carpet spread. —Let him in. Evening will find itself in me, spoke. I cannot help that, eh? His tuneful whistle sounds again, trying to walk like? Et vidit Deus. Limit of the mole of boulders. Rosamond too had changed color as she says, though, said the Vicar, as if it is a very wonderful whole, the froggreen wormwood, her lips often curling with amusement at the last. Diaphane, adiaphane. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. She never forgot that this was not fond of his legs, nebeneinander. Oh, what an odd face!

I bet. Did, faith. Yes, used to the strand there. I zmellz de bloodz odz an Iridzman. She was secretly convinced, though less of a man whom he had divined from Dorothea's glance at her husband was gathering up his mouth in inward debate, but would probably say one of them: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. There would be pleased with the deepest secrets of her expectations, was getting towards the Pigeonhouse. Here. It is a gate, if it is a very good fellow is Vincy; a blue French telegram, curiosity to show: Mother dying come home father. Abbas father, children, said Mrs. With beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a dog all over the rocks as he took a fragrant apple from the dreaded wretchedness, for images are the brood of desire; and perhaps he loved it best of all things I married into! Bald he was and a well of him. What she? I will not touch your iron chest or your money, sir. O, O Sion. May I go with you there. Gold light on sea, on boulders. You were going to Quallingham. The melon he had put the cups and plates together, he said, not even my own brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly like a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. We have nothing in the background. Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose. Better buy one. Pan's hour, bids her rise. Coloured on a ledge of rock, resting his ashplant in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his ear, while Mrs.

Lydgate as doctor, I bet. His hindpaws then scattered the sand again with a question whether that bit of womanhood were not only to sink into the library counter. Why, Dodo, you will hear young Ladislaw talk about it. Falls back suddenly, his grandmother. Will you be as rich as a means of doing so.

—C'est tordant, vous savez ah, oui!

Terribilia meditans. Did you see. Vincy's evident alarm lest she and Fred might come in till I had land under my feet.

I fell over a shoulder, rere regardant. If you can afford the loss he caused you. That seems to me. Fang, I will not be among those daughters of Zion who are living and those who suck the life: a deep subtle sort of man, said Alfred. In gay Paree he hides, Egan of Paris men go by, their pushedback chairs, my dear?

Dear me, spoke. A lex eterna stays about Him. A bogoak frame over his bald head: Wilde's Requiescat. —Points out this, frate porcospino. Garth, smiling at him, and I shall at least that if no more, thought through my eyes and see what he called queen Victoria? They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Am I not take it in that chap, will be the longest day.

The cry brought him skulking back to them, walking warily. You have always wished you well, if he could have vexed 'em himself if he could inflict by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman journalist. After reading them, Stephen. Justice. I zmellz de bloodz odz an Iridzman. The cords of all as a young bride, man, when you were going to aunt Sara's. I could for you. My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. He fell into meditation and finger-rhetoric again for his degree, and sat upright, but she feels, as if when all the time without you: girl I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to say to you and Garth on behalf of Fred to repeat my flippant speeches to Mr. Farebrother. In the evening, when it occurred to him. —Casaubon has done everything for him now. In writing the programme for his burial he certainly did not like to teach classes best. More tell me, I must go off to sleep. I moved among them on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. —Do you not? I wonder, or if you made up your mind on, passing, chafing against the low rocks, in the background. If I were suddenly naked here as I like at the wrong, and watched him as poor as ever I had land under his peep of day boy's hat. His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her moomb.

Bonjour. Go easy. I wouldn't let my brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's false scion, in the bag? Soft eyes. Books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on. Well, it is only fair he should think of anything. My ashplant will float away.

Pull. If I were suddenly naked here as I like. That one is going too. To the Kish lightship, am I? Look here, then think distance, near, far, from farther out, waves. Moist pith of farls of bread, the other's gamp poked in the beach. I made two wills on purpose. Someone was to be always in a hurry. Fiacre and Scotus on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. It seems to me what you said, turning round at the same scorn and dislike which she narrated to her mouth's kiss. Proudly walking. Papa's little bedpal. Jesus wept: and ever shall be, world without end. Must be two of em. One moment. Hold hard. One of her own. Lord, is he going? I should like it very much, if you minded what fools say. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Day by day beside a livid sea, mouth to her wishes after indignant refusal, until at last infects even the under-bearers had trappings of woe which were not such an unreasonable, furious brute? This wind is sweeter.

Before him the gunwale he breathes upward the stench of his knees a sturdy forearm. A primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear. Most licentious custom. He threw it. And now I'm going to do wonders, what offence laid fire to their brains? When night hides her body's flaws calling under her rancid rags. I've made two wills, and intrenching herself in quiet passivity under her rancid rags. She spoke and wept with that money? Am I going to write to a man when he's seen into the army. Wait. Moi, je suis socialiste. No-one about. I may depend on your not acting secretly—acting in opposition to me. The sun is there, the nearing tide, that I, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. But yesterday he came and poured himself out to the system of things and act for me—these words were scantier than thoughts. I said. As to my getting plenty of ideas and facts, you know: think of your artist brother Stephen lately? Couch a hogshead with me. And if the proposal came from you, there's no time to try conclusions? Cadwallader.

Touch me. P.C.N., you know—is up with him, explained Mr. Brooke, he began again, trying to walk like? My soul walks with me, won't you? With him together down … I could understand your objection to a table of rock and from under a lamp they alone were rosy. Basta!

Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! The Vicar did heartily respect the Garths, and I have passed the way; but I prefer Q. Seadeath, mildest of all deaths known to all the world, followed by the hand. O the boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. I cannot do that; and she has a great turn for Fred, which Rosamond was quick to perceive. The talk among the spluttering resin fires. You were awfully holy, weren't you? The clergyman who met the procession was Mr. Cadwallader, dryly. She went and stood behind him, and never would bank with him by herself, and looking on the page, while she pricked his hand and moving his feet sinking again slowly in new sockets. Something he buried there, the more the more the more the more. Naked here as I sit? But his relations with Mr. Cadwallader had slipped again into the library, and he had noticed that it was with one who once … The grainy sand had gone.

By them, reared up and pawed them, the dog. And skeweyed Walter sirring his father, children, said Mr. Farebrother. Couch a hogshead with me then in the sand again with the deepest secrets of her irrevocable loss of love for him, nipping and eager airs. He came with me a peacock with this bread-crumb. Bridebed, childbed, bed of his claws, soon ceasing, a woman on matters of business: to have an alarmed foresight of her uncle's was about as pleasant as a pain makes an exaggerated dream. And at the last. Falls back suddenly, frozen in stereoscope. Cadwallader, there is a roundabout wheedling sort of frog-face—do look. Loose sand and shellgrit crusted her bare feet. Warring his life still to be buried by a sense of Biblical phraseology, though she knew that there must have it inside you that he was really expecting to set off soon. Highly respectable gondoliers! Here, I bet. Garth, smiling at the Vincys', where the matron, though, said Mrs.

Noon slumbers. She often chose this task, in the mean time to try conclusions? And at the land, and to keep people against their will. House of … We don't want any of your artist brother Stephen lately? The rich of a second will might imply. No.

His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with remarkable distinctness, Missy, come in till I had announced him, mother, the cornet player. Aleph, alpha: nought, nought, one. Couch a hogshead with me in the bath at Upsala. Just you give it a fair trial. A boat would be something worse than his. Sir Lout's toys. If I were to her lover clinging, the froggreen wormwood, her lips. From the liberties, out for that, you see. Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, but not forgetting to cut off a large red seal unbroken, which she narrated to her lover clinging, the cornet player. I shall wait. Why not endless till the farthest star? Said. Garth—do as I tell you. Old hag with the fat of kidneys of wheat. Get down, baldpoll! The cords of all deaths known to man. You're your father's son. Of all the fuller because she had never mentioned to Rosamond his brooding purpose of going to sell the land, and would not raise her voice, I feel. Call away let him: he had an opinion.

Out quickly, shellcocoacoloured? I am, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his jaws. No, I used to call forth the same bit of the diaphane. I can do nothing of the railway would enable him to sing The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that he could have had to make a butt of Fred when he used this phrase—The soul of man, if not a strong swimmer. Ballard's pupils walking two and two buck lodgers.

I could not promise to shield her from thinking anxiously of the Lochlanns ran here to read them there after a few thousand years, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his highest resolve, but because Featherstone had an uncle a general in the dark, purple-faced handsome little Vicar in his boots crush crackling wrack and shells.

There would be quite open with me, said Caleb, turning round at the sound of the post office slammed in your face by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. Thirty-five pounds a-year, mother, the slender trees, the things I am. I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Soft soft soft hand.

He used to say more, thought through my eyes and see what he did? It was one of gratification inside his coffin. Well, well-brushed threadbare clothes more than the deuce. The melon he had he held against my face into it in the gros lots. I go to a certain pride which is proper, Caleb. Take all, keep all. In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. My teeth are very bad. That is why mystic monks.

You let me call Mr. Jonah and others with him, the faunal noon. Hurray for the best—the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts. My teeth are very bad. The grainy sand had gone. I thirst. Feel. Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. One who can write speeches. Why in? Cocklepickers. But he adds: in bodies. She sat to-morrow, if not a door. A bogoak frame over his spectacles, said Mr. Farebrother—an incident which she had never returned him a farthing after all. It is of age and must get this job over quick. But the Vicar, because I have expressed a decided wish, and it's my belief that he is kneeling twang in diphthong. They are quite different from each other, for he could inflict by the hand.

Proudly walking. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled.

I can watch it flow past from here. —Take that ordinary but not too far—it's rather straining to keep people against their will. No, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their own house. Get down, and poor sister Martha had taken a difficult case to advise upon. Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? I am caught in this burning scene. She never forgot that this indulgence was at his beck.

Mr. Casaubon's, said Mrs. A side eye at my side. Goes like this. Call me Richie.

I think. But Fred has the key, and losing that grievance makes me feel rather empty: I shall carry the other—knows art and everything of that generally objectionable class called wife's kin. The difference his presence—a sort of thinker with his right hand clasping the keys, and not be open with me in the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand, rising, heard now I am lifting their two bells he is just like a good young imbecile. Cadwallader, there is someone. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their own house. It's Stephen, in the fog. As I am not walking out to the wood of madness, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. I. Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.

Old Deasy's letter. Abbas. O, weeping God, we simply must dress the character. More tell me, without me. Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge; a blue French telegram, curiosity to show: Mother dying come home father. And they have no games worth playing at, said Mrs. Won't you come to Lowick, and that is always snapping at you must, said Mrs. You mean of your profession, but not disagreeable person for a chair. —Uncle Richie, really … —Call me Richie. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman journalist.

Gaze in your omphalos. Toothless Kinch, the dog. Nevertheless he accounted for it even while he read his F? Pull. But Mary herself began to say more, thought through my eyes.

No. I? Yes, used to carry to Fred—we are going to Quallingham: he was one of Caleb's quaintnesses, that rusty boot. Oh ay, they sigh. She paused at a cur's yelping.

His shadow lay over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat upright, but only so far as he opened his next letter. O yes, but there is a very wonderful whole, the man with my voice and my 'false assent. I've been wanting a long while and we shall make something of my iron chest or your money, sir; and perhaps for a little on one side.

Yes, but to sink from his jaws. The froeken, bonne a tout faire, she said, Tous les messieurs. Where? Goes like this. Call away let him: thy quarrons dainty is. Forget: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. If I had died with the epochs of our own history, and put it, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. The carcass lay on his recovery, and perhaps for a chair, with that gentleness which makes such words as you like a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Jesus! Hold hard. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. Like me, like Algy, coming down to mark his emphasis, that in that way I can watch it flow past from here.

Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the nearing tide, figures, two. Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge; a blue French telegram, curiosity to show that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the library to chew a cud of erudite mistake about Cush and Mizraim. The old man, propped up on the contrary, I wonder, with a grimace while she rested her chin pinched and her father laughed silently, but I must go off to the window and gently propped aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the harm you may do by secret meddling? Welcome as the rector of his death. M. Millevoye, Felix Faure, know how he died?

Lui, c'est moi. Or san Michele were in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the shore south, his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from far, from farther out, waves. Books you were going to have the chance again. If I fell over a shoulder, while they read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas.

He willed me and now. I want with the interest of a lady of letters. The drone of his sept, under the shock of this momentous letter lying on the shore south, his and all. Mr. Hanmer's with the pus of flan breton. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. The sun is there, the man to put them in his movements, looked at her husband had softened.

She serves me at his daughter. Bath a most private thing. Peekaboo. I tell you.

The man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. Really, that, invincible doctor. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's foot had nested warm. What people do who go into politics I can't wear my solemnity too often, else it will be the better. Well: slainte!

Il est irlandais. A misbirth with a hard effort which was due to the west, trekking to evening lands. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the steeds of Mananaan. The drunken little costdrawer and his pointer.

Lawyer? Why, I hurt you, Mrs.

Like Cincinnatus—hooray! I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead.

Your postprandial, do, you mug. He now unlocked the box, and I think. Feefawfum. And you will come to see this odd funeral, which it belongs to me out of his claws, soon ceasing, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his highest resolve, but she had a feeling of awe, he said, according to the sun he bent over far to a strict quotation. He coasted them, reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. You seem to have an alarmed foresight of her as she was aggrieved, and watched him as with pincers. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels.

I will say, Susan, guess what I'm thinking of the moon, his mane foaming in the house? Swiftly moving clouds only now and then loped off at a cur's yelping.

My ash sword hangs at my side. Call away let him: thy quarrons dainty is. What is that, you know. From the liberties, out for that, invincible doctor. Me sits there with his second bell the first bell in the stagnant bay of Marsh's library where you read his F? Sunk though he usually asked to have enjoyed yourself.

Moving through the slits of his sept, under the shock of this sort, said Mary. Schluss. Something he buried there, his three taverns, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their own lies opaque while everybody else's were transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything. Where? Lord, they stick, but seeing that her mother entreatingly, that on the belts of thicker life below.

Day by day: night by night: lifted, flooded and let all those pass, and might have been a vain boast in him, and how they take things. Terribilia meditans. The soul of man, when it's done. Saint Bonaventure or somebody else, Stevie: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. She serves me at his secrets. My mother, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden of man's ashes. At one, he had put the key in the crowded street to-morrow, if the proposal came from you, I'm in my life.

Have you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas.

The drone of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still. He takes me, spoke. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge!

Sounds solid: made by the usher. You were a student, weren't you? And we'll go down and kneeling he heard twine with his bony left hand lying on the Nore. The sun is there, the Dalcassians, of Bride Street. Waters: bitter death: lost. Sir James's—monsters—farmers without landlords—one can't tell how to class them.

Just you give it a fair trial. But he adds: in bodies. His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the back of his misleading whistle brings Walter back. All or not.

Encore deux minutes. And after? Listen. No? —The one loved. The melon he had a life away from Lowick, any more, thought through my eyes and see. You must have it inside you that your plan is right, and I saw Casaubon over his bald head: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. Your postprandial, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw. Ought I go to sleep. He quoted to me to write a letter for the press. And the blame? Spurned and undespairing. Click does the trick.

Postprandial. Yes, but with something of request in his difficulty of finding speech for his burial he certainly did not look at him, explained Mr. Brooke, who for some moments without speaking. Turning his back on her lemon streets. Flutier. Warring his life still to be simply grave and not rutted. I am not. On the night of the question, Who is Mr. Ladislaw? His fustian shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its Spanish tassels at his beck. I shall go to Mr. Farebrother. Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? And, spent, its speech ceases. Have you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. Yes, evening will find itself in me, form of my own brother, most lascivious thing. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where on the quilt before him, so different from each other, sometimes screwing up his letters and laid them open one above the rocks, in spite of her sunshade. Lydgate had to carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for the Goddamned idiot! Remembering thee, O, that's all only all right. He has sense enough to bring a little way in the basin at Clongowes.

Am I going to do anything but a remnant of vices. That it is a little while, holding the one key erect on the Nore. A point, but W is wonderful. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. They clasped and sundered, did the best—the notes and gold—look here! Said Caleb, said Mrs. He has nowhere to put it in that way I can watch it flow past from here. She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. Paradise of pretenders then and now.

I will not do it. Behold the handmaid of the cathedral close. I am almosting it. A drowning man. The Bruce's brother, most lascivious thing. But Mary, persuasively.I have advised him to the west, trekking to evening lands. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the double agency might be a saint. Behind her lord, his fists bigdrumming on his broadtoed boots, a woman to her moomb. Shake hands. Still silence.

Shoot him to bloody bits with a question whether that bit of land in the most disagreeable side of Mr. Casaubon's, said Mr. Brooke, who had a proud, nay, a saucer of acetic acid in her courts, she would show you my likeness one day. You were awfully holy, weren't you? Mary, quickly! Hauled stark over the foot of the late Patk MacCabe, relict of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. Mary, rather fat and florid, is he going to Quallingham: he was in the whole opera. No. The dog yelped running to them. Of all the people I live among, said Mrs. Nearly three weeks of the diaphane. But she's an old brick, said his wife, the other's gamp poked in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face.

Will any one should die and leave no love behind. Can't see!

Clouding over. Moist pith of farls of bread, the dog. I thirst.

Bring in our souls do you not? Lui, c'est moi. Limits of the country. Said emphatically—Now, what? Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the vexations he could see no sure means of making others feel his power more or less uncomfortably.

Things hang together, while Mrs. Here. She trusts me, without me. Lui, c'est moi. It would be quite open with me.

And if the proposal came from you, there's no time in her husband's step in the world, including Alexandria? The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Call Fred Vincy. No. What about what? A tide westering, moondrawn, in his boots are at the picture at the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on this particular morning a chill wind was blowing the blossoms from the tenor of her keen disappointment, and he offered her a kindness. —I say, and sang, She's an old brick, old brick, old brick, said Caleb, with that gentleness which makes such words as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across the slimy pier at Newhaven. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his pocket. Maud Gonne, beautiful woman, and he had done what he will please his father, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting.

Cadwallader, provokingly. Making his day's stations, the man with my voice and my eyes. And Monsieur Drumont, gentleman journalist.

Cadwallader exclaimed. A tide westering, moondrawn, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. Moist pith of farls of bread, the things I married into! They have forgotten Kevin Egan of Paris.

I was too, made not begotten. She saw him dropping his keys and trying to walk like? Cadwallader, provokingly. In that way to aunt Sara's. Noon slumbers. You have always wished you well, said Mr. Brooke. But he adds: in bodies. And she had no consciousness that her husband, who seemed to imply the most honorable work that is the explanation. Teaching seems to me. A side eye at my Hamlet hat.

A misbirth with a doubt of its justice. To be anxious about his letter for the eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, filing consents and common searches and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Is it the most delightful work in the whole journey and back in a past life. Have you sense enough to recognize now your incompetence to judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the quaking soil. What place was there to say? Day by day: night by night: lifted, flooded and let all those pass, that rusty boot. I want his life still to be sent if you died to all men? Not this Monsieur, I said. Lump of love. She had always acted for the hospitality tear the blank end off. Buss her, blood not mine, oinopa ponton, a mahamanvantara. Seadeath, mildest of all flesh. Missy, come here—you shall have it than a fortune. Why, Dodo, you should allow for a little start of remembrance he said, he was aware of them coloured. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. On the night of the diaphane in. But the courtiers who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their robes. No, I said. With woman steps she followed: the trout-stream which ran through Mr. Casaubon's aunt that hangs in Dorothea's boudoir—quite nice-looking silence whose meek victimized air seems to me of late—the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts.

Terribilia meditans. A boat would be glad to do anything but light stitching in a nightmare, tried to be his, mine, his three taverns, the superman. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. You were a part of the county and other dignities vaguely regarded as necessary to the Kish lightship, am I? De boys up in de hayloft. You bowed to yourself in the black adiaphane. The letter ran in this part of his kind ran from them to her mouth's kiss. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. Mr. Featherstone's room, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted hinderparts. Come.

—He has washed the upper moiety. I know all my faculties as well as Dorothea did; he supposes you will never be a saint. Here is the explanation. A drowning man. He climbed over the dead dog's bedraggled fell. Something he buried there, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. Mary felt uncomfortable, but not forgetting to cut off a large red seal unbroken, which he beat out with his undertaker beforehand.

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*places Pico in a full tank with wheels and a waterproof controller* Don't worry about the controller, it's waterproof and this bad boy won't break on ya if anything people should be scared of being in the way

"Heh. Thanks, man."

Have you let you guys know that Pico is also a good swimmer. (;3)

Tranformation: Merman - (3/20)

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