#why did I write a song about the Benedict twins?

[myfairkatiecat]

TMBS FANDOM I DID A THING

still don’t know how I feel about it but I Did It

so I was like

I was having Benedict twin feelings

and I

I wrote a song???

I usually just write songs about stuff that happens in my life and then I shut them up in a book and forget them but I wrote A SONG ABOUT TMBS???

….all this tmbs musical writing is getting in my head.

ANYWAY. I don’t have a recording studio or anything and my voice definitely isn’t the *greatest* thing in the world but BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS, I used my phone’s microphone to try to record SOMETHING like what it sounded like, so here you guys go!

have a Benedict twin inspired song!

(If you’re not interested in hearing my phone attempt to be a recording device and fail miserably, just scroll for lyrics :)

Lyrics under the cut:

once there were two boys

who shared the same life

same parents, same orphanage

same hair and eyes

two halves of an

imperfect whole

safe in the illusion

they were inseparable

one of them silently

tired of a life

in the shadow of a boy

who was his same height

the other was constantly

after respect

for himself and his brother

he wanted to protect

they were not the same

in more than just their name

you’d never know it

from pictures of them

you would never take

them for each other by mistake

not your average

identical twins

one day the life they shared

was split in two

and each of their hearts

had to learn to make do

with half of the whole

that they had once had

what made it imperfect was

it wasn’t built to last

they were not the same

in more than just their name

you’d never know it

from pictures of them

you would never take

them for each other by mistake

not your average

identical twins

one of them grew up

and grew a hard heart

a stone cold exterior

to protect from more harm

and one of them learned

to find a family of his own

he wasn’t complete

but he wasn’t alone

#here have a thing I did #why did I write a song about the Benedict twins? #shhh don’t ask that question that’s the wrong question #(because I don’t know the answer—) #the mysterious benedict society #tmbs #nathaniel benedict #nicholas benedict #the benedict twins #original music #Katie recording things

[khoicesbyk]

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,680 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Song And Story Inspiration: In The Still Of The Nite-Boyz II Men | Give Me One Reason-Tracy Chapman | Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here-Deborah Cox

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TW: kidnapping. Read at your own discretion.

Chapter 5.) In The Still Of The Night.

In the still of the night.

I held you.

Held you tight.

'Cause I love.

Love you so.

Promise I'll never.

Let you go.

In the still of the night.

As she slept peacefully in her new bed, Naia dreamed that she was running through the forest. She felt strong. She felt invincible. She could feel the wind on her face as she ran. It was exhilarating. She felt free. When she came out of the woods, she was a wolf. And when she looked up, she saw him. It was the wolf she had seen in her dreams before. It was him. When he howled she did the same.

That’s when she woke up. She sat up in bed, panting with her heart thundering in her chest. She looked around her room in order to get her bearings. That’s when something compelled her to look out her bedroom window. And when she looked out the window she saw a wolf staring up at her. When she shook her head, the wolf was gone. The image of the wolf was still in her head when she went back to sleep.

After waking up later that morning and taking a good hot shower, Naia couldn’t get Roman out of her head. She wanted to feel his arms wrapped her again. He was seductive and mysterious and she wanted more. She could still feel his warm breath on her neck and the closeness of his body to hers. She thought it was insane but never actually questioned why she thought that way.

When she went to the kitchen for breakfast, she noticed a note on the counter. It was from her uncle.

“Good morning. Gone fishing. Be back later. Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. Uncle Z.”

When she opened the fridge, she grimaced because there wasn’t much in there to begin with. When her stomach rumbled she knew she had to change that.

“Okay well since a home cooked breakfast is out of the question. I think I’ll try the breakfast place I saw when I drove into town. Also I’ll do some grocery shopping while I’m at it. Because this right here ain’t hitting on nothing.” She thought to herself.

With keys and wallet in hand Naia set off for town. After shopping at Banner’s Family Market, she was just about starved and stopped by Tucker’s diner.

After getting a table she sat down and looked over the menu. As she looked over the menu, someone was watching her. Or so it looked that way.

I remember.

That night in May.

The stars were bright above.

I'll hope and I'll pray.

To keep.

Your precious love.

At another table, Trent was eating breakfast with a few members of his team when Naia walked in. He felt a pull towards where she was sitting.

“Yo T! What is it?” Jenkins, one of his team members asked.

“I don’t know. Something weird just happened. Like she just walked in.” He replies shaking his head.

“Man! Please tell me that you’re not talking about that so-called dream girl again!” Sergei said to him.

“If you must know, yes I am.”

His crew collectively groaned.

“Dude it’s been almost a whole 2 months! Let it go already!” Hugo told him.

“As I’ve told you idiots before: I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t? Which one is it T?” Jenkins asked him.

Trent never answered. He just sipped his coffee. Even though he’s blind he could feel her presence. After going over the menu for a solid 20 minutes, Naia decided on the Lobster Eggs Benedict and a sweet tea. Just as she was about to put her order in, Layla walked in.

“Layla! Over here!” She called out to her new friend.

Trent nearly dropped his cup of coffee. Hearing her voice in real time both scared and excited him.

“You almost dropped your cup. You okay man?” Jenkins asked him.

“Huh? Yeah! I’m…I’m good.” Trent replied, while trying to hide the crack in his voice. With his hearing being better than most, he tuned into her conversation

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Layla asked Naia as she sat down across from her.

“Since my uncle has gone fishing, I decided to do some grocery shopping and I was starving so here I am. What are you and the little one up to?” Naia replies.

“The same thing as you. Have you ordered yet?” Layla asks.

“Just about to. What about you?” Naia replies.

“Oh girl! They already know what I want. A pitcher each of cranberry juice and ice water, their triple berry cheesecake parfait, double blueberry pancakes and a ham, spinach and swiss omelette.” Layla replied.

Naia’s eyes went wide.

“You’re actually gonna eat all of that?!” She asked.

“I mean…I am eating for two, ya know?” Layla replied, rubbing her belly. The two shared a laugh as they continued their conversation.

Trent turned his attention back to his team just as the twins came strolling in. His boss Bernard Sayre is a blowhard who only cares about 3 things. Making money, being powerfully unstoppable and his twins Dylan and Tyler. The twin terrors as they’re known around town, just love getting their way no matter what they do or say. And although it annoyed Trent, he was powerless to stop them.

“Heyyyyy boys!” Dylan called out to Trent and his team. Her voice sounded like banshee screech.

“And here comes daddy’s two brats…” Jenkins groaned as the twins approached.

“So what are you guys up to?” Tyler asked.

“We’re eating. Why?” Trent asks.

“Because we were hoping that you’d join us at Buck’s for the Friday night sing a long and pool.” Tyler replies.

“You’d have to ask Layla if we’re allowed back in. Especially after what happened the last time.”

The twins groaned.

“Well she’s sitting at a table with some girl. So I guess it’s worth a shot.” Dylan said with a sigh.

Naia watched in amusement and shock, as she watched Layla polish off everything she ordered with ease.

“I can not believe that you ate EVERYTHING!”

“Told you!” Layla replied as she swiped her finger on the inside of her parfait cup.

“Uhhhhh Layla…”

“Huh?” She asked.

“It’s all gone! Put the cup down!” Naia replies.

The two laughed as the twins approached.

“Hiiiiiiiiiii Layla!” They say in unison causing Layla to groan.

“Ohhh and hi Layla’s friend!”

“What do you two want?” She asked the twins.

“Weeeeeellllllllllll…we were hoping you’d let us have Friday sing a long and pool.” Tyler said in a cloyingly sweet voice.

“After the shit you pulled the last time? NO!” Layla hissed at them.

“Come on Layla! Our dad paid for the damage!” Tyler whined.

“Yeah he did…after I threatened to sue his sorry ass!”

“Please!” The twins begged.

Layla rolled her eyes then replied, “fine! You can come tonight.”

“Thank you!” The twins squealed.

“Whatever. Go away!”

“You don’t have to be rude!” Dylan said.

“Which would you rather: me be rude or me ban you two from ever stepping foot into MY bar?” She asked them.

The twins stood stuck.

“I thought so. Now again: go away!”

The twins turned on their heels and stomped away. When they were far enough away for her pleasure, Layla turned her attention back to Naia.

“Sorry about that.”

“Who are they?” Naia asks.

“Tyler and Dylan Sayre. Their dad Bernard owns Sayre Energy and Power. They’re a public nuisance.” Layla replies.

“They look harmless to me.”

“That’s because you haven’t been around them when they’re drunk.”

“Touché.”

“I guess since they’re having Friday sing a long and pool, you should come too.”

“Me?” Naia asks.

“Yes you! It’ll be fun as long as those two aren’t drinking.” Layla replies.

��I don’t know about all of that.”

“Also there’s normally a $1,000.00 cash prize for first place.”

“Why didn't you lead with that?!” Naia asks.

“Because Dylan normally wins because no one wants to challenge her.” Layla replies.

“Well as someone who’s still paying off student loans: Count me in!”

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still of the night.

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still…of the night.

That night at Buck’s the party was in full swing. People were dancing, drinking, playing pool and mingling amongst themselves. Naia stuck close to the bar and Layla as they watched the crowd. And like clockwork, Dylan was drunk and ready to sing her heart out.

“Alright you party animals! Let’s get this sing a long on the road! Now all of you know the rules. First place gets $1,000.00! And since that first place is always me I have nothing to worry about! So hit the music!”

“Ohhh God…” Layla groaned.

“What?!” Naia asks.

“Little Miss Banshee is about to assault our ears and sing Deborah Cox Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here.” Layla replies.

“It can’t be THAT bad, Layla.”

“Wanna bet?” She asks just as Dylan grabbed a mic.

After clearing her throat, Dylan began to sing. Sorta.

How did you get here?

Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

I've spent all my life on a search to find. The love who'll stay for eternity. The heaven sent to fulfill my needs. But when I turn around, again, love has knocked me down. My heart got broken, oh it hurts so bad. I'm sad to say love wins again.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

This time I swear I'm through. But, if only you knew how many times I've said those words. Then fall again, when will I ever learn? Knowing these tears I cry, this lovely black butterfly. Must take a chance, and spread my wings. Love can make you do some crazy things.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

Standing here…

When Dylan got to the bridge, Naia thought her ears would bleed out.

No, nobody, no, no, no, no, no, no, ooh!

No, no, nooooooooo...

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

When she was done, Naia was ready to run out the door screaming.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! That was fucking horrible!”

“Told you.” Layla deadpanned.

“She has to be stopped! What other songs are on that karaoke machine?” Naia asks.

“Hundreds! So if you’re gonna sing, pick one and make it good! That way ears will stop ringing.” Layla replies.

Naia left her seat at the bar and walked over to where the karaoke machine was and went through the list of songs. Doing so, caught the ire of a very drunk Dylan.

“Ummmmmm what do you think you’re doing?!” She asks.

“Picking a song obviously.” She replies over her shoulder.

Dylan huffed.

“You actually think you can beat my melodious voice?” She asks.

“A dead horse can beat your voice. And just like that I found my song.” Naia replies.

“Good luck beating me!” Dylan sneered.

“Watch and learn young grasshopper.”

Naia took the mic and began to sing Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby I got your number. Oh and I know that you got mine. You know that I called you. I called you many times. You can call me baby. You can call me anytime, you got to call me.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I just want someone to hold me. Oh and rock me through the night.

People started to gather around Naia as she sang. When she looked towards the bar, she winked at Layla. Layla mouthed the words “next drink is on the house.”

This youthful heart can love you. Yes and give you what you need. I said this youthful heart can love you. Oh and give you what you need. But I'm too old to go chasin' you around. Wastin' my precious energy.

Give me one reason to stay here. Yes and I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. Oh I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why. Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why I should stay. Said I told you that I loved you. And there ain't no more to say.

When she finished the applause was thunderous. She had everyone on their feet. When she looked out on the crowd, she saw a visibly angry Dylan. Naia smirked and winked at her, which further infuriated her.

When Naia walked back to the bar, she got the feeling someone was watching her but she didn’t know who that someone was.

“Soooooo…how was that?” Naia asked Layla as she reached the bar.

“AMAZING! Now if you can beat her brother at pool, the bar is on the house.” Layla replied.

“Sold!”

“Well get to it girlie! Because you’ve been eyeing that bottle of tequila over my shoulder since you got here.”

Naia snickered then took off towards the crowd gathered around Tyler. As she went to WB w the crowd was she got the same feeling that she was being watched. And she was indeed being watched. Trent was tuned into her movements even through his blindness.

“Well this looks like fun!” Naia says as she reaches the pool table.

“Go away! Nobody wants you here!” Dylan hissed.

“What’s the matter princess? Scared I’ll beat your brother like I beat you?” Naia teased.

“You can’t beat me!” Tyler huffed.

“Wanna bet?” She asked him.

“Sure. How much are you willing to lose?”

“Since I beat your sister:  $1,000.00.” She replies. She didn’t think he’d take her seriously.

“You’re on! Best 2 out of 3?” He asks.

“Then you’ve got yourself a game.” She replies.

Once the balls were lined up and it was up to her to break. She got stripes while he got solid.

“Let’s go!” She tells him.

The two were evenly matched with the first game going to her and the second going to him. And it all came down to the last game. Naia had an impossible split. Or so that’s what Tyler and the crowd that was gathered around them thought.

“I’ll make you a deal new girl. If you bank this shot, I’ll up the bet from $1,000.00 to $3,000.00.” He said to her.

“Deal!” Naia replies.

Naia tucked a hair that out of place behind her ear, lined up her shot and sank both balls. Beating a very stunned Tyler.

“TAKE! THAT!” She squealed.

“But! But! I…we…” Tyler stammers as he goes pale.

“You lost just like your sister? Yeah I know. Now pay up!” She told him.

That’s when Dylan jumped into Naia’s face.

“You cheated!” She screeched.

“No, your brother ran his mouth and lost. And now he has to pay up. So give me my money!” Naia yelled back.

When Dylan reared back to slap Naia, Trent caught her hand.

“Hey! Let go T!” Dylan yelled.

“We’re not doing this again. Now Tyler pay the lady her money. You know you have it.” Trent said in a stern voice.

There was something about him that caught Naia’s eye.

“My dad will kill me if I pay her!” Tyler whined.

The twins looked at Trent with puppy dog eyes. But he didn’t budge.

“You’re no fun, T!” Tyler whined.

“Don’t care. Now pay her!”

Tyler groaned as he pulled money out of his pocket then handed it to Trent.

“Here!” Tyler pouted.

Trent took the money and handed it to Naia. When their hands touched, it set off a spark inside her. The same kind of spark she felt with Roman.

“Sorry about those two. They don’t know how to lose gracefully.” He said to her.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for getting my money.” She replied.

Trent turned to the twins then said, “beat it you two! We don’t need anymore trouble.”

The crowd dispersed after the twins huffed then walked out. And Naia found herself back at the bar gushing with Layla.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! Look at this! I just won $3,000.00!”

“I can't believe you did that! No one has ever beaten the twins. Their dad will be so pissed that they lost that kind of money.”

“In the words of T.I. ‘it ain’t tricking if you got it!’”

They two laughed.

“Okay but in all seriousness, thank you! It’s about time that someone brought those two out of the clouds. So here’s your brand new shiny bottle of tequila!” Layla said as she gave Naia the bottle.

“Thank youuuuuu!” Naia squealed.

Just then Trent called out.

“Layla! Another round?”

Layla groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Who is that?” Naia asked.

“That’s Trent. He works for the twins dad.” Layla replied.

“Is he their bodyguard or something?” Naia asked.

“No but he’s always around when those two cause trouble. Let me go fill their orders.” Layla replies.

“Okay. I’ll be here with my brand new bottle.”

Layla shook her head and headed off towards Trent and his crew. Naia couldn’t help but look the same way. Her eyes instantly went to Trent. He was beautiful and there was something about him that stuck with her.

He enchanted her and what she didn’t know was she did the same for him. After the bar closed, Naia began walking back to her uncle’s house. She got halfway down the street when Trent caught up with her.

“Hey!” He said to her.

“Hi! How are you?” She replied.

“I’m good. You must be new in town. I’m Trent.”

“I know. Layla told me your name. I’m Naia.”

“It’s nice to meet you Naia.”

“Likewise. It’s nice to meet another friendly face outside of Layla and my uncle.“

“It’s dark out here. Mind if I walk you home?” He asked.

“Sure. Especially when I’m not sure which way to go.” She replied.

“Where does your uncle live?” He asked.

“Just outside of town. His house backs up to the woods.” She replied.

Even though it was nighttime, he flashed a smile at her that made her heart leap. As they walked they talked about what their lives were like growing up, what college life was like and past loves. She had just met him but she felt she knew him her whole life. When they got to her uncle’s front door, they weren’t ready to say goodbye.

“So this is me…”

“So it would seem. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“No thank you. Because I probably would’ve gotten lost and would’ve wandered around the woods for days.”

“I think you would’ve found your way home.”

There was a magnetic pull between them that neither could deny. Before either knew what they were doing, they kissed. It was a slow, sensual and deep  kiss. And when it ended both were desperate for more.

“Wow!”

“What you said.”

“I better get inside.”

“Will I see you again?” He asked.

“Of course. I’ll be here for a while.” She replies.

“Good. Have a good night Naia.”

“Goodnight Trent.”

When she went inside her heart was racing. And she wanted more. She wanted him. This was the exact same way she felt when she kissed Roman.

The next morning after showering, she was in the kitchen fixing herself breakfast. 

Her uncle still hadn’t returned from fishing. She had just sat down to eat her breakfast when the front door swung open. It was a man and a woman. They were two of the people she’d seen with Roman.

“Come! The ceremony awaits you!” He commanded.

“1.) no. 2.) WHAT THE HELL?!” Naia replies.

“We’re wasting time! Come now!” The woman demanded.

“What the hell? Get out!” Naia screamed.

When the woman went to grab Naia, she danced out the way. That’s when the man grabbed Naia and threw her over his shoulder. He dragged her out of the house, with her kicking and screaming.

“Let me go!” She screamed.

She struggled to get free but he was way too strong. She was thrown in the back of a van and a hood was placed over her head. Naia had no idea where they were taking her. And she was terrified of finding out.

#choices #pixelberry #choices stories you play #khoicesbyk #choices fanfiction #fanfic #wolf bride

[twistednuns]

September 2018

I spent the first week of September in Bali. I got my advanced diver's license and did my navigation dive with David in PadangBai. For the night and wreck dive I went up to Tulamben (and had the driver teach me how to open my chakras and read someone's aura - he even made me connect with my mother who wrote me an e-mail a few hours later asking if something was wrong because she had felt me very strongly) where I ate the very best tempeh satay skewers and fried eggplant at Warung Rusti (with a 90s playlist in the background - "Shalalalala!").

That night dive deserves it's own bullet point: It was the first time for me, I had never been under water at night before. After saying that I met real-life Gary (Spongebob's pet snail) I'll just include the message I wrote to a friend that night: Das war gerade so bombastisch. Mein erster Nachttauchgang, ich wusste überhaupt nicht was mich erwartet, und dann war das gleichzeitig noch ein Wracktauchgang - ich hatte das Wrack vorher noch nicht gesehen. Wow. Du steigst einfach nach Einbruch der Dunkelheit direkt am Strand ins Wasser und tauchst ab. Nach ein paar Minuten taucht plötzlich ein riesiger Schatten vor dir auf - die USAT Liberty. Könnte auf den ersten Blick allerdings auch ein Blauwal sein... Ich kann's gar nicht beschreiben. Du hast nur eine Taschenlampe dabei, auf einer Seite siehst du vage Schemen vom Boot das von hinten manchmal von anderen Tauchern angeleuchtet wird, auf der anderen Seite nur Dunkelheit, schwarze Tiefe. Das Allerbeste ist allerdings, die Taschenlampe auszumachen. Wenn man im stockfinsteren Wasser mit den Armen wirbelt, erzeugt man hunderte kleine Luftbläschen, die wie leuchtende Funken aussehen. Magisch! Hat das was mit Biolumineszenz zu tun? Muss recherchieren. Das ist so ein geiles Gefühl. Mitten im Nichts, in der Dunkelheit, um dich rum nur Wasser. Ständig am Überlegen, ob man nicht doch noch spontan Panik kriegen soll. Beim Auftauchen siehst du die Sterne über dir, den Mars, die Milchstraße. Vom Ufer siehst du das Meer an manchen Stellen milchig türkis aufblitzen - wo die Taucher tief unter der Wasseroberfläche das Wrack anleuchten.

Climbing a fucking volcano in the middle of the night. Seriously, climbing Mount Batur must be one of the most challenging things I've ever done. I wasn't ready for this. Getting up at 1am, only a weak flashlight against the darkness, shorts and a thin jacket against the cold. I got scratches, killed my knees, my lungs were angry as well. I fell. And I still don't know how but somehow I made it to the top. So I sat there, shivering, wet, in the thin air surrounded by clouds. Listening to Krishna Das because that's what I kept doing in quiet moments during my trip. So I witnessed the moon and the stars vanishing, the night growing fainter, the sunrise behind Mount Agung. Walking downhill wasn't any easier (I'll never be able to get the black earth stains out of my jeans) but I managed. My reward: an organic tomato for breakfast, straight from the field. And soaking in hot spring water at Toya Devasya. They had an infinity pool right in front of Lake Batur, just what I needed - even though I only started to notice how many of my muscles were mad at me.

Later, I went to Ubud where I took part in a cleansing/blessing ceremony at the Holy Spring Water Temple, Pura Tirta Empul. We got green bathing sarongs and made an offering before we got cleansed and "talked" to the spirits in the pool. In the afternoon we met a Balinese healer who basically only confirmed what I already knew. I must be on the right track, I suppose. Later I talked to Alex from the UK on the backseat of our car while the others had coffee. We were born one day apart and felt that there were a lot of similarities in our biographies. He asked me for advice on his panic attacks and what he could do about the mask he keeps wearing so that nobody gets to know the real Alex. It felt like a therapy session but I loved how open you can be around a total stranger.

Ubud treats: daily massages, affordable lash extensions, health food everywhere (Smoothie bowls! Veggie wraps! Goddess bowls! Oh, and Gelato Secrets, not healthy at all but delicious), a successful ring quest (good luck trying to find gold jewellery in Bali... but in the end I managed to find a gorgeous ring with a bluish green stone) and a whole day in a batik workshop where I learned the traditional technique from locals. Worth mentioning: the little girls dancing for us at the healer's place - especially the goofy, chubby one with her puppy and the girl in pink who would exaggerate the traditional eye movements and made me laugh / Riding a scooter - this time as a passenger on the back. The gorgeous view of the countryside north of Ubud. / Talking to the Canadian newlyweds about the NHL while having lunch with a view over the rice terraces. /

Magic for Humans

The stories Richard and Star Wars in Benedict Wells' new short story collection Die Wahrheit über das Lügen.

Silence. Thank you, ear plugs. I don't leave the house without Ohropax and a good book.

Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky. More or less the first science fiction book I've ever read but MAN that one is SMART. It's a take on human culture, mirrored by a tribe of very unexpected sentient animals. Worth mentioning: my new Kobo e-reader and OnLeihe (where you can get e-books from the library).

So I'm officially an adult now. Every single thing on this list is true for me. I don't really know why I'm putting this on my Things I Love list since it is pretty scary but at the same time I feel weirdly good about it.

Seeberger's trail mix salty/fruity with rhubarb, banana chips, almonds, peanuts, cranberries and physalis.

Celebrating autumn - even though I had a beautiful summer I'm kinda looking forward to sweater weather, crinkly leaves, gothic novels and pumpkin soup.

George Harrison with a beard and long hair was such a gorgeous human being. Listening to his songs on repeat at the moment.

Spending a day at the Isar with my students. We made a fire, they tought me how to skip stones (no talent) and after a while we couldn't bear the sun anymore so we just hopped into the river in our underwear. We walked along the gravel bank and allowed the water to carry us back to the others. I had such a good time.

What a musical conductor actually does on stage - such an interesting video, especially after many seasons of Mozart in the Jungle.

I know I've probably already said it but this recipe is absolutely delicious. Perfect for autumn. Not bad either: spelt crepes with a creamy chanterelle/champignon filling.

Finally finding a way to do a shoulder stand in yoga class even though my stomach muscles aren't strong enough.

Spending the evening with Manu. Who thinks I'm prettier without make-up. Who played with my hair. Who cooked for me. Who looked gorgeous that night. I mean, come on, open denim shirt over a hairy chest, wavy hair in a man bun with loose strands - that's just unfair. He played the guitar and we sang together. Trying to find a good duet to perform on Thursday (karaoke night!), ending up singing along to every weird song we could think of.

Nursing a yellow bell pepper plant back to health.

Sitting under a blanket outside, a captivating book on my lap, Dunkelgrün fast schwarz, watching the clouds being blown away by the warm autumn winds, flying leaves, deep in thoughts. The smell of family dinner in the air, the light fading away. A sense of longing in combination with melancholia and thoughts occuring on a meta-level, probably the result of too much writing, reading, dreaming, spending time alone.

A matte top coat turns Essie's Bahama Mama nail polish into pure velvet. I love the look and feel of it. So much more elegant and understated than shiny polish.

Give up comfort

My first karaoke night in Munich at Keg with Manu and Bibi. Performing together - my favourite was Because of You by Kelly Clarkson even though we were really bad. The atmosphere was pretty great. There were a lot of Brits around, probably because of the Oktoberfest. Folks were swinging a huge double-ended dildo around, we all danced with each other and I taught everyone German swear words. The good kind. After a few beers I just walked up to Manu (and Bibi!) and we started kissing. I kissed a GIRL and I liked it! Being thirty and somewhat confident is such a blessing. A lot of people kept saying that Manu and I should be a couple. Promising! Especially the girl who sang the Adele songs (and nailed it - voice twins!) was shipping us. Daw.

Dinner at Lena and Obi's wedding location. The waitress showed us around. I feld very grown-up asking questions and acting all responsible and busy.

Going shopping with Lena, trying to find a wedding dress for her. Falling in love with the coats at Zara. Unfortunately I still need to lose some weight in order to buy my clothes there.

Wondering how people actually perceive me. Sometimes I get the feeling that they see me as an angry feminist. But while being a feminist is totally fine with my - I guess I gotta work on my anger issues.

AnderART festival at Odeonsplatz - singing Wonderful Life with Ian, Jens and the GoSingChoir!

Meeting Manu L. at the Alcest concert. I liked talking to him that night. It was only the two of us and I liked how honest he was. And that he gave me a new, less emotional perspective on the whole deal with Frank.

Wearing black jeans, my new checked shirt, dark-rimmed glasses, a huge, soft grey scarf. Doc Martens. A headband.

Treating myself to a 100ml bottle of Byredo's Super Cedar perfume. I smell damn fine now.

On a Friday morning there was a cat downstairs in the subway station. She hung around at a corner and permitted me to pet her. She even jumped a little to meet my hand halfway. Very good start into the day.

#things i love #personal #present perfect #september #2018 #september 2018

[little-inkstone]

Roll in the Hay

Summery:  A young and cheerful spinner Rumplestiltskin is very happy with his life, so happy he drinks a little too much at the local Harvest Festival.

AN:  Thanks to @annythecat for listening to me as I rambled about this fic while writing it.  I hope you all enjoy!

The smell of fresh straw filled the air as Rumplestiltskin began to wake up.  His mouth felt dry as sand from the drink he’d indulged in from the Harvest Festival the night before, and his mind was clouded.  He blinked at a ray of light shone through the roof and he frowned and groaned, when had there been a hole in his thatch?  Rumple squeezed his eyes shut, his head didn’t really hurt, there was only a very slight ache behind his eyes, but the light hadn’t helped.

He shifted and realized belatedly that he was lying on a burlap cloth spread over a large bed of straw naked as the day he was born.  As he moved someone soft and warm shifted beside him, letting out a gentle sigh, their unclothed body pressing closer to him. That explained the weight on his chest, but not why he wasn’t in his own bed.  Resting his head back down he tried to open his eyes again, this time with more success.  As his vision cleared he realized he recognized the barn he was laying in.  It was small and not often used in the winter since it was too far from the town.  He looked down at his chest, noticing the nest of brunette curls tucked against him and he smiled.

Closing his eyes he leaned back and tried to remember what had happened the night before. What had led to him lying in a mound of straw with his wife?

It had been the yearly bonfire to celebrate the town’s rich harvest.  Everyone had been in good spirits and the wine and ale had been flowing freely.  Rumplestiltskin had imbibed in more than a few cups of the sweet drinks.  Soon his head had begun to swim but that had just added to the joy he was feeling.  It had been a good year, five lambs had been born and all of them had survived and were healthy enough to bear the winter.  He’d been married during the height of summer and so far he and Milah had been happy enough; they were even talking of children.  It had been a time for celebrating and he had.  That still didn’t answer the questions making their way through his sluggish mind.  What happened?  Why was he here and not home?

The last thing he really remembered was dancing with Belle.

She and her father had come to town a month before he was set to marry Milah and they had become fast friends.  Belle spent more time at his small stall then she did at her father’s during market day and he had sat enraptured as she told him of the latest book she was reading. Her smile was brighter than the sun and her eyes put the sky to shame.  He couldn’t understand why no one had been able to court her yet.  Belle was still young, a decade or so younger than his thirty summers, but still a few years past the point that was considered expected for her to marry.  Rumple cherished his friendship with Belle and wanted nothing but her happiness.  He knew she would be able to take care of herself without a husband, but he also knew that someone so loving should have a companion to brighten her days and warm her nights.  Just as he had with Milah.

Something had changed after his wedding a month after they met.  Belle had distanced herself from him and it had been the only thing to mar his happiness.  Without Belle’s smile the world felt gray and cold, without her presence during market day the hours dragged by blandly.  When she’d taken his hands to dance around the fire the night before he had thought his face would split from his smile and his heart would beat out of his chest. He’d missed her.  She was as drunk and giddy as he had been; both of them were deep in their cups as they’d spun around each other.

A memory tickled the back of his mind as he lay in the straw.  She’d led him away from the fire into the fields and he had willing followed her.  The rest of the night was a confused blur.  He remembered telling someone with blue eyes and brown curls he loved them, followed by soft kisses and roaming hands.  They’d stumbled along in the dark until they’d found that barn, but why not go home?  Why drag Milah out into the fields?  Rumple raised his free hand and massaged the bridge of his nose in confusion.  When had he and Belle parted ways?  The last time he remembered seeing his wife playing festival games.

He felt as if he were on the cusp of realizing something very important when the body shifted beside him and let out a yawn.  He opened his eyes and looked down just as she looked up.  They wore twin expressions of surprise as they gazed at each other.

“It wasn’t a dream.” Belle whispered a smile pulling at her lips as she looked at him, hungry to take in every detail.  Her hand reached up to cup his cheek and he was speechless.

As Rumple stared into Belle’s beautiful blue eyes the events of the night before came rushing back in startling clarity.  She’d pulled him into the fields and they’d giggled like fiends as they’d almost tripped and fell more than once.  Belle had ended up in his arms, much like now, and as he’d looked down at her he had let fly a truth he had kept trapped in his chest like caged bird for too long. I love you.  She had smiled and suddenly it was like the sun had come out.  Belle had kissed him then and they had found their way to the barn. They’d begun to undress each other and when he’d stopped to ask if she was sure Belle had told him she wanted him to be her first.  He’d tried to step back at that but she had coaxed him back with sweet touches and even sweeter words.

Shame filled Rumple as he realized he had deflowered his dearest friend.  Even if she hadn’t been a maiden he would still be a cad for sleeping with her when he was bound to someone else.  Belle was finer then a high born lady.  She deserved her first time to be romantic and perfect in a bed made of soft furs with her true love, not a quick roll in a dusty barn on itchy pointy straw.

“I’m sorry, Belle.” He finally said, his voice hoarse.

She shook her head and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.  “Don’t be, I’m not.”

He looked away and then back at her timidly, his cheeks heating from her kiss, so freely given along with the feel of her still naked body pressed to his.  It would be lie to say he hadn’t sometimes dreamed of Belle in his arms, or even let his mind wander to the idea when he was alone in the fields.  Rumple believed he would never act on those thoughts.  He wanted to be loyal to Milah and worthy of Belle’s friendship, but now here he was.

Bile rose to the back of his throat and his eyes began to fill with tears.  He wasn’t better than his father had been, he was worse. His face crumpled and he began to sob. Belle pulled him to her chest and wrapped her arms around him as he clung to her.  Rumple knew he was weak, even now he didn’t fully regret being allowed to hold Belle.  Her touches were branded into his skin and the sounds of her moans burned into his mind. She had given him a gift, a gift he would prize for the rest of his life.  Soothingly she ran her hands though his hair until he was done.  The kisses she peppered along his cheeks were a benediction and a curse as he tried to take deep breathes to calm himself. Finally he calmed down and he took a shuddering breath.  Carefully he rolled away from her so they were no longer touching.

“We need to get back home.”  He told her, breaking the silence that had filled the barn.

The sun coming through the roof showed that it was mid-morning.  No doubt everyone would still be sleeping off all the drinking they’d done but it would still be bad if it was noticed that both he and Belle were missing.  Her smile faltered but she nodded, her hand reaching out and then pulling back at the last moment before she touched him.

“I know.”

Rumple looked away as she slid out of their makeshift bed and pulled her simple blue dress on.  In the meantime he pulled on his shirt and pants.  He looked around for his warm cloak, blushing when he realized it had served as their blanket.  Picking it up he stiffened when he realized it carried the perfume of Belle’s hair and something else he knew was pure sex.  He’d need to wash it before he returned to his cabin if he didn’t want anyone to know what he and Belle had done.  And no one could ever know.  Belle’s reputation would be ruined; his didn’t matter, it was already tarnished, but his heart couldn’t bare it if she had to suffer the scorn he had grown up with. Of course his infidelity would also hurt Milah, he didn’t want that either.

Once they were closer to decent then they had been when they’d woken up, Rumple had trouble looking at her.  He ruined everything he touched and he ruined his friendship with Belle too.  There was no possible way she would ever want to see him again.  The best thing in his life would walk out of that barn door and never look at him again. He felt tears come to his eyes again and he covered his face so he wouldn’t shame himself further in front of Belle.  Instead a warm pair of arms wrapped themselves around him, gently Belle turned him to face her and he fought to keep his chin from wobbling.

“Belle, this shouldn’t have happened, I’m so sorry.”  He murmured as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I know, I know,” She repeated.  “I just want to hold on for a little longer.”

Belle’s embrace was like the song of a siren that sailors warned about at sea.  Rumple knew this would only lead to more self-hatred, and it took everything he had in him to pull away, but it was the right thing to do.

“I can’t, Belle, I’m married.”  He reminded her, gently pushing her away.

She sighed and nodded.  “I know, I’m sorry, you must hate me now.”

Rumple gently cupped her cheek as she looked at him with shining eyes filled with sorrow. “No, Belle, I could never hate you. You’re my most precious friend. Please,”  He begged.  “Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, we never have to speak of it again.”

“Never speak of it again?”  She repeated and he nodded, certainly that would be for the best, Belle couldn’t possibly have wanted to sleep with him if they had been sober.  “Yes, I guess that would be for the best.”

He let out a relieved sigh as she agreed.  Maybe he could salvage their friendship after all.  Certainly Belle would be happy not to speak of this day, and if she knew he was willing to pretend this was all a bad dream then maybe she’d stay his friend. They’d already been strained by his wedding; if he didn’t fix this it could break them totally.  Hopefully he could salvage what little connection he still had with her.  Rumple knew he couldn’t lose her; if he did he’d be nothing but dust.

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #Roll in the Hay #cue the queue

[hannahindie]

85 Statements!

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

I was tagged by the absolutely amazing @ultrafandomcat Thank you so much for tagging me love!

Last

1. Drink - Cherry Coke

2. Phone call - The dude from Ink in a Blink.

3. Text message - not a text technically, but @pinknerdpanda! <3

4. Song you listened to - As The Jurassic World Turns (Jurassic World Soundtrack)

5. Time you cried - Umm...sometime earlier this week. I found pictures my grandmother who just passed away took at my wedding last year.

Ever

6. Dated someone twice? - Not dated, but talked to. Dumb.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it - Oh, yes. Oh my, yes. And Facebook memories just keep popping up the fallout from it. -eye roll-

8. Been cheated on - ...This is weird to answer. No but yes? It’s a weird story. lol

9. Lost someone special - Yes.

10. Been depressed - Yeah

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - Yeeaaaaa. I used to be able to say no to this, and then I got old and my body decided to remind me.

Favourite colours

12. dark purple

13. bright blue

14. dark gray

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends - Yes.

16. Fallen out of love - Nope! Still very much head over heels, thank youuuuu.

17. Laughed until you cried - Yep

18. Found out someone was talking about you - I’m sure people talk about me at work a lot. -shrug- I guess that happens when you get shit done. -flex-

19. Met someone who changed you - Sure have

20. Found out who your friends are - Uhh...I don’t think so?

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - Sure have! -whispers- My husband is my facebook friend.

General

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - I’d like to say most of them, but I had a pretty significant time frame where I made alllllllllll the online friends.

23. Do you have any pets - My kitty!

24. Do you want to change your name - I changed my last name!

25. What did you do for your last birthday - I honestly can’t remember. I’m sure I went with my parents, we had a dinner with friends, I think my husband might have taken just the two of us out.

26. What time did you wake up today - 8 a.m.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night - Watching Grey’s Anatomy because I hate myself.

28. What is something you cant wait for - APRIL. I get to see my water bear and my twin and the boys and and and everyooooooooone!

30. What are you listening to right now - People talking about....something. I don’t know. Not paying much attention.

31. Have you ever talked to a person named tom - One of my first close college friends is named Tom.

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves - Wanting to go home and being trapped here. lol

33. Most visited website - Tumblr, Facebook, BeFunky.

34. Hair colour - dark strawberry blonde I guess. Someone said brown once, but I don’t think that’s accurate.

35. Long or short hair - I miss my long hair.

36. Do you have a crush on someone - Yes. -whispers- It’s my husband. Don’t tell him.

37. What do you like about yourself - I’m pretty hilarious.

38. Want any piercings? - I toyed with the idea of getting my nose pierced.

39. Blood type - I have no idea. I live life on the edge.

40. Nicknames - Han, Hanners

41. Relationship status - Marrrrrrriiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeed

42. Zodiac - Pisces

43. Pronouns - She/her.

44. Favourite TV shows - Supernatural, Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, Psych, The Office, Game of Thrones, Sherlock, Grey’s Anatomy (just recently. it’s my guilty pleasure)

45. Tattoos - One, on my foot. It says Amor motis est.

46. Right or left handed - Right.

47. Ever had surgery - Yup

48. Piercings - Yep: I had three on the bottom, but now I have two on the bottom, and the first hole is gauged, I have a regular cartilage piercing in one ear, and an industrial in the other.

49. Sports - I did roller derby for awhile. I am not an athletic person.

50. Vacation - New Zealand, Ireland, pretty much most places, okay, ,thanks.

51. Trainers - My favorite pair are black converse that are super glittery.

More general

52. Eating - I haven’t had lunch...but I had a McGriddle for breakfast.

53. Drinking - Still sipping on cherry coke.

54. I’m about to watch - Nothing. Because I’m trapped.

55. Waiting for - the contractors to be done with my house so I can move in!

56. Want - to go home, and see my parents, and also mooooooove.

57. Get married - I am! It’s pretty great. I thoroughly enjoy it.

58. Career - If I could make money from writing and cross stitching, and be able to survive...that. OR Moving into the ID department. Or an occupational therapist.

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses - I like both very much.

60. Lips or eyes - Eyes.

61. Shorter or taller - Taller, because I’m already pretty short.

62. Older or younger - Doesn’t really matter...my husband is only like a month older than me. lol

63. Nice arms or stomach - Mmm...arms.

64. Hookup or relationship - Relationship, yo.

65. Troublemaker or hesitant - I can be both.

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger - Uhhh...I don’t think so? hahah

67. Drank hard liquor - Oh, yes.

68. Lost glasses - Yes

69. Turned someone down - Yes

70. Sex on first date - Nope

71. Broken someones heart - Yeaaaa....but not on purpose.

72. Had your heart broken - Yep. Facebook thought it would be cool to remind me.

73. Been arrested - Nope

74. Cried when someone died - Yes.

75. Fallen for a friend - Yeaaaaaa.

Do you believe in

76. Yourself - Sometimes.

77. Miracles - Sure do.

78. Love at first sight - I knew when I saw my husband walk across the street to meet me for our first date. Hadn’t even spoken to him in person yet.

79. Santa clause - Why wouldn’t I?

80. Kiss on a first date - That depends.

81. Angels - Yup

Other

82. Best friend’s name - This makes me feel like I am going to make someone sad. They know. lol

83. Eye colour - Blue/Grey with a yellow ring around the pupil.

84. Favourite movie - Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, alllll the Marvel Movies. There’s too many.

85. Favourite actor - Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Simon Pegg, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Chris Pratt, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Zac Efron, Matthew Gray Gubler...there’s so many.

[nicorii]

The red hoodie

Hi! Me again, sense you liked my last fic, i thought I would contuine it.also, I know I wrote it, but I submitted it to you, would you be ok with me putting it on my AO3 account? Also, I’m on my phone so my typing is horrid. I wanted to explain a dumb joke I had in the last one,because when I reread it it didnt make aense much. During the small movie date, Kevin mentions a ’ Benjamin lumberjack’ that was a joke about benedict cumberpatch. Well, now onto the fic!

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Odd. That is how Kevin would describe what he was looking at as. Odd. A gaint woman craved into the side of a cliff holding a house in its hands, and it sat next to the ocean.it was odd for sure. He knew jamie delivered the mail our here, but when Kevin helped, jamie ahd already delivered by then, so he didnt know until now were the kid lived.

Oh yeah, the kid. Steven was his name. He ruined everything Kevin worked for. Kevin grinded his teeth together and pulled at the purple acarf on his neck.

The scarf Jamie gave him the first day the hung out together.

Kevin took a breath and kept a hand on the scarf, it reminded him why he was here in the first place.

Kevin was here to apologize.

Its not like he did anything wrong. The kids tricked him when he only wanted to dance, and they became obsessed with him after he beat them in a car race, but they had to ruin everything. And if Kevin wanted jamie back….

He had to play like he was the one at fault.

“Forget it kev, jamie isn’t worth this….” He told himself as he walked closer to the building he saw the little girl -Connie was her name (and no he didnt stalk her…he just followed her when he happened to see her walking to the beach.he needed to apologize anyways so…not stalking) -walk in a few minutes ago, so he knew they were both there. 

“He is just a drama queen, someone who is obsessed with you. You dont need him, he is not worth telling these brats sorry too.."Kevin muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs and stood at the screen door.

"Who are you kidding Kevin…jamie is worth everything…” He slowly knocked on the screen door. From his place on the deck, he could see. A kitchen, couch, a weird crystal pad, and stairs going up to what looked like a bed that the two kids sat on and watched tv. The curly hair boy yelled"coming!“ As he hopped onto the couch and ran to the door smiling.

He wasnt smiling when he saw who it was.

"Keviiiiiin…."he hissed at said boy.

"Hello to you too kid.” Kevin returned the greeting. Connie came down the stairs when she heard who it was. Glaring at the taller boy through the screen, she balled her fists and put them on her waist.“and what are YOU doing here?”

Kevin met her eyes with ease and crossed his arms.“look I came here to tell you two something. I rather not tell you but I have to.” The two kids shared s look them returned their gazes at Kevin.

“So…what do you need to tell us?” Steven asked. Kevin took in the breath and looked out to the ocean, thankful for the view into blue nothingness.

“I’m….sorry.”

Silence filled the air.

The screen door opened and Steven pointed to the couch.“you can take a seat,"  althought it sounded like a request, Kevin caught the undertone of a demand. He walked in and sat on the couch, watching the two stand on the other side of the low table, looking at him.

"Why are you apologizing now? And you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” Connie stated, Kevin watched as the two kids took hands,did a short dance, then glow.

Stevonnie stood in front of him.

“Alright….I’m listening…jerk.” Crossing her arms, she stared down Kevin with eyes he couldn’t meet this time.

“I said I’m sorry, alright? I…was a jerk like you said.” Kevin hated saying this, but he knew he had too. He remembered chas had lines like this, were he had to act out of character and sound like he meant every word. Maybe Jamie could have taught him some acting after all, now he just needs to use it.“I invaded your personal space at the rave” use words they said before, when they tattled to jamie,“ I wanted to dance but you didnt want to. I’m sorry. During the race I…got upset. And claimed you were wrong when I was in the wrong instead…so I’m..sorry. Can you er….forgive….me?” It physically pained him to say these words, it really did. He pulled at the purple around his neck. He would take any pain if it meant he could be with Jamie again.

“You think its over just like that? You made me really uncomfortable at that rave and you were a jerk to a lot of people in town at the race aswell. Why do you want to apologize now? After so long why now? It doesnt make sense…” Stevonnie had a softer tone now.

Kevin,sighed.“would you believe me if I told you?” He didn’t see any other choice but the truth, he really didn’t. He put his head back on the couch and put his hands on his face.“ The truth is, if I don’t apologize to you, ive lost the one person i care about more than myself.”

He was silently insulted by the gasp that followed.“you care about someone more then yourself?! I didnt think that was possible…” The disbelief was audible in Stevonnie’s voice. Kevin lifted his head to give a glare.

“Yes, it is possible, and I wouldnt apologize to you if I didnt have to, but it is the only way he will even talk to me agian."He stood up and pulled still his scarf. This was pointless, they wont forgive him and he will never get jamie back."forget it, im leaving.” Kevin walked past them to the door

“Ill forgive you.” Stevonnie said as he reached the door. Kevin froze in place at the surprise of those words.“if you do one thing…”

He should have seen the catch coming.

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“Couldnt I write, I dont know, cards saying I’m sorry’ instead?” Kevin questioned as Connie and Steven set up a microphone on the theatre stage.

“Nope!” Came the overjoyed relpy, followed by giggling. Kevin held a microphone as people began to take their seats in the foldable chairs. He saw a lot of familar faces, which is common in a small town,like beach city, but many were of people he was mean too. He saw the French fry guy who can’t dance, and the pizza twins. He saw sour cream, the one name he knew in the crowd and didn’t hate, and a guy named buck, who took his role of chas. The blonde donut girl and tall bean pole were sitting next to each other. He saw the mayor in a chair and remembered calling him washed up once. Kevin’s eyes scanned over the people until they rested on a fluffy haired mailman within the crowd. Kevin looked at Jamie’s confused face starring at him. He pulled at the scarf agian, it was slowly turning into a nervous habit. If he wanted jamie back, he had to do this.

One thing was for sure though…

These kids were evil.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Steven announced, doing jazz hands.

“Kevin has something he wants to say to all of you! Without further a-due…” Connie jazz hands too.

“Kevin!” They jazz hands at Kevin before running off the stage..

Silence fell over the audience as Kevin stood there, just holding the microphone and pulling at his scarf. 

He didnt want to do this, he hated this. Why should he have to do this to be forgiven? It was unfair to embarrass him like that…

But from the crowd, Kevin saw jamie give him a smile,,the smile jamie made when Kevin was nervous about his lines during rehearsal. A smile jamie had for Kevin that told him he would be ok, even if he messed up.

Kevin missed that smile almost as much as he missed Jamie’s smile when he saw Kevin wearing his scarf.

Yeah…Kevin had to do it.. It was for jamie after all.

“Hi I’m…im Kevin.” Wonderful opening, Oscar worthy, really.“ I know uh..dumb way to start.but uh..I’m uh…sorry? I guess? Look im still figuring out how to say this..I was a jerk to…well to everyone really…and honestly? I don’t care if I was a jerk, but I…I see now that if I’m not…less of a jerk…I don’t get the person i care about, ill always be second best…when I am the best.” What? Kevin is still Kevin, you think he isnt going to brag?“look what I’m saying is…I am sorry…for all the mean things I have said, and all the mean things I have done. I’m..working on being better….” Kevin,began to take off his hoodie.it was his favorite one. It was red and comfy, never too hot, never too cold when he wore it. Plus, it was very fashion forward.

“A few weeks ago…I was given this purple scarf…and I uh..I never gave a gift back in return for it…” Kevin saw Jamie’s look of surprise as he mentioned the scarf.“so uh..jamie if you..want it..uh..here?” Kevin held the hoodie out off the stage towards the silent crowd. He looked off to the side. Kevin didn’t see the movement nor hear the footsteps of someone coming near him. He didnt look over until he felt a pull on his hoodie. He turned and his eyes met Jamie’s. Jamie came up to get his hoodie. As Jamie’s pulled on the hoodie a bit, he gave Kevin a brand new smile.

“Thanks Kevin, I really like your hoodie.” Kevin gently let go of the red hoodie and watched jamie put it on. Kevin was bigger than Jamie, so the jacket was a little long, but Jamie was cute nonetheless. Kevin now understood why Jamie gave such a cute smile when he saw Kevin wesronf his scarf. It was sweet to see someone wearing something you gave them.

“I like you.” Kevin,said into the microphone.

Who would have knows it could get even more silent?

Buck slid sour cream a ten as Jamie looked up at Kevin.

“Oh I like you too.” Jamie smiled, being the oblivious,person he most likely isn’t.

“Jamie if you make me sing a love song from a musical to get you to understand that my ‘like’,for you is a. 'love’ I will throw myself into the sun.”

The crowd broke into soft whispers as Jamie blushed. Steven ran over and took the microphone.

“Ok so uh..who all forgives Kevin?” Slowly, hands began to go up around the audience, followed by some small comments,of 'i will forgive him c u s see this is cute AF'  soon everyone hsd forgiven Kevin and connie took the microphone.

“ok have a nice day! you can so leave now.”

Soon everyone had left and Kevin was left with Jamie.

“I apologized to everyone for you. Like you said, you dont owe me anything ,but I do love you.” Jamie was as red as stevens shirt.

“I…havent thought about you like that..”

Kevin sat on the stage and shrugged.“its fine, I figured you hadn’t, but now you can think about me and see if I’m the JD to your veronica.” He winked. Jamie blinked.

“Kevin, have you even seen heathers the musical?, Kevin shook his head.

Nah,just looked up some theatre couples and I figured it sounded romantic.”

“Yeah…we are going to my house to see exactly why they are not a good couple to try to copy.”

“Oh so I get a date already?” Its Kevin, if he doesn’t play cool, he will probably combust right now.

Jamie sputtered our a “t..thats not what this is"v before turning to walk away. Kevin grabbed the hood and pulled Jamie back, placing a kiss on his cheek. 

"Alright, alright, lets go watch heathers the musical.”

Jamie blushed all the way to his house as Kevin drove them there.

One thing w a for sure, jamie didn’t see this twist ending.

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Annnnnnd done!,I know its shorter then the last one, but I figured it would be funny. Steven and connie, in my opinion, would totally make Kevin apologize to the full town because he was s jerk to the citizens in town a lot probably. Buck and sour cream had a bet going on if Kevin was into guys of not, cause he spent s lot of time with Jamie lately. Sour cream won. Yeah bur if you dont mind, I would like to post these to mt ao3?

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yO I REALLY LOVE THIS????? YES PLEASE? Kevin meeting up with Steven and Connie to apologize was my favorite part omGG. The rest of it was so sweet I’m gonna cry, and I nearly loST IT WHEN KEVIN REFERENCED HIM AND JAMIE AS VERONICA AND JD ASDFGGJKL. IT’S YOUR AMAZING WORK, OF COURSE YOU CAN POST IT.

#submission #kevamie #long post

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No Nostalgia: Jenny Lewis on 'Rabbit Fur Coat' Ten Years Later

VICE February 2, 2016

When Lewis wrote this LP she was still figuring out what she believed in. Now she reflects on how far she's come and her all-female record label, Lovesway.

By Dianca London

The first songs I learned were hymns, stripped down and chock-full of harmonies, gospel became the soundtrack to my childhood. I sang “Precious Lord Take My Hand” to my dolls on countless afternoons and hummed “Will The Circle Be Unbroken” during games of hopscotch at recess. Whenever my family went to the community swimming pool or ventured to the Jersey Shore for a weekend trip, I whistled “Take Me To the Water” until my mouth grew tired. Or until I was asked to stop.

As the years passed, my appetite for “old-time religion”—ie. a sort of "back to the basics" core expression of Christian faith—became more nuanced. I developed a craving for something different. I started searching for similar chords and lyrical narratives in songs that I could call my own, songs that I hadn’t inherited from my grandmother or my parents. I wanted to lose myself in the melodies that existed outside the confines of leather bound hymnals. Jenny Lewis, in that sense was an answer to that prayer.

In addition to backbeats and catchy chords, it was Lewis’ ability to tell a story without hesitance that converted me to a diehard fan. At an instant, I was struck by the raw candor of the quasi-autobiographical narrator on Rilo Kiley’s 2002 song “A Better Son/Daughter,” drawn in by her refusal to downplay the anxieties of expectations, relationships, and the perpetual demand of a 9-5. Years later, I encountered what felt like a resurrected version of that same narrator in “Handle With Care.” Offering a litany of flaws, fears, and unabashed confessions, “Handle With Care,” much like the rest of Lewis’ debut solo album, Rabbit Fur Coat, seemed to add something more to the tradition that first introduced me to music. “Run, Devil Run” and “Happy” felt sacred. The album’s final minutes played out like an intimate benediction. The first time I heard Lewis sing with The Watson Twins, I felt like I was a little girl again, listening to my mom sing along to gospel LPs from the 70s. Reminiscent of Loretta Lynn, Nina Simone, Skeeter Davis, and Aretha, Lewis' songs became for me what “Amazing Grace” was for my mother. Her songs offered a different kind of salvation; it was Lewis’ sincerity that saved me.

Currently touring to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the album's release, Lewis, who is admittedly “not really one for nostalgia,” has returned to the stage yet again to perform an album that ultimately shaped the rest of her career, and inspired everyone from Best Coast to Waxahatchee to First Aid Kit. Unlike the rest of Lewis’ discography, Rabbit Fur Coat is the only album to date that was solely influenced by women. It’s release sparked a desire in Lewis to further explore lyrical narratives crafted outside of male-dominated spaces. While speaking with her over the phone on a chilly afternoon, it became clear that even after a decade, so much of her first solo album continues to ring true.

Noisey: It's been ten years since Rabbit Fur Coat's debut on Team Love Records. How has your connection to the album evolved? Jenny Lewis: The songs feel strangely relevant ten years later and I've been playing a handful of them during my solo sets. I played “Rise up With Fists” with Rilo Kiley on our last tour but the songs that I avoided in the last ten years, they feel like they really apply to my life right now. It's strange, when I write songs I don't always know exactly what I'm writing about and this particular period for me I had only written within my band and [Rabbit Fur Coat] was the first time that I was writing with a different intention. It wasn't being filtered through the other members of my band, it was very quiet, private songwriting process. I didn't share the songs with anyone really except for The Watson Twins before we recorded them, so they feel particularly personal and private.

In retrospect, which tracks resonate the most? We're performing the album in its entirety in order which I've never done before. They all serve a purpose within the whole, they all feel good and they fit together. They tell a story from beginning to end and there's an arc and the middle of that arc is the title track which I don't typically play. I mean, I played it a little bit in 2008 and I certainly played it in the first touring cycle for Rabbit Fur Coat, but that one I've avoided. Partially because it’s a four minute story song and I'm just up there alone, you know? I feel very exposed when it’s just me and the guitar and my song in front of an audience. It’s different if I'm in my living room playing songs for my friends who are also songwriters, but that song in particular is kind of a tough one to get through and not only because of the content, but just to be able to stand up there in front of so many people. It’s terrifying.

There's so much transparency and vulnerability in moments like that. It’s almost like those nightmare dreams you have when you're in front of a class and you're naked. It’s the part of my job when I'm up there when I'm like, “Goddamn why did I choose this job?”

In an interview from 2008 you referred to the title of the album as a metaphor for the “need to show your wealth” and “use a bunch of little dead things to make you more than what you are.” Looking back, has that metaphor changed for you in any way? I still identify with that metaphor but that song has taken on so much more for me. In my songwriting in my 20s I was pointing my finger a lot, I was looking outwards sort of examining my past, looking to my future, looking to the people around me, but what I've realized writing songs now is that I embody all of the characters that I'm criticizing. I've sort of become all of those people and I guess I was those characters all along I just didn't realize it.

The album is really rooted in the tradition of folk and gospel, two genres that have a legacy of bearing witness and responding to moments of personal and cultural significance. Songs like “The Big Guns,” “Rise Up with Fists,” and “Run Devil Run” come to mind. How did those genres and their traditions influence your identity as a songwriter? The record that influenced Rabbit Fur Coat the most is Laura Nyro's It's Gonna Take a Miracle and The Labelle Sisters are singing backup for her. That was something that I listened to growing up with my mother and my sister in the San Fernando Valley. I sing because I grew up singing with my mom and my sister. We were always listening to gospel songs because there were such distinctive harmony points. [Rabbit Fur Coat] for me, is a kind of spiritual record. It's not a religious record, but it's a spiritual record that in that moment in my life I was trying to figure out what I believed in. It turns out I believe in love and my friends and at that moment making music in Nebraska.

Omaha's music community, at that time and even now, was so influential. Saddle Creek and everything that they were doing was pivotal for so many bands. Conor [Oberst] was a great influence lyrically. He asked me to make the record and I never intended to be a solo artist, I never set out to do that. My identity was wrapped up in my band, that was my entire life, it was all I cared about and when he first approached me to make the record my first reaction was I can’t do that and he said, “No you can do it, you're going to do that and I'm going to put it out on my new record label, Team Love.” So he’s very much a part of the songs and the spirit of the record.

I've been really fortunate along the way to just have these guides and I've always been really afraid but when I get on stage I'm not afraid anymore, just getting there is terrifying. Conor, Ben Gibbard, Blake Sennett, and Ryan Adams... all of these guides, have just kind of pushed me out there, pushed me beyond what I thought I was capable of doing. Each era is defined by a guide in a way.

In regards to things that define you, what have some of your current influences been? I've been staying in New York in my friend's apartment, just trying to write my new record and there's no internet, there’s no TV and there's the record player and a handful of records. They're her records but the one that I keep listening to the most is the second Steely Dan record, that one has been on repeat. It's so great to get back to the basics of music where I've got like five records that I listen to. I don't feel inundated with too many choices. That and this Ted Lucas record...it’s amazing [and] EZ TV. They're from Brooklyn and they made my favorite record from last year. I've been listening to a lot of jazz and reggae, roots reggae.

It's really cool that you mentioned reggae. In a way a lot of the narratives in reggae are similar to the stories that folk and gospel tell, especially with the call and response pattern present between each genre. The message is love really, you know? Almost all of Bob Marley's songs are about God and the reason why it connects with people is because there's this mess of love and I've been listening to this music and trying to grasp on to it a little bit and it’s really inspiring.

Rabbit Fur Coat explores similar themes head on. Do you still feel the same way about religion? It's funny because you know, I was 28, 29 years old when I wrote these songs so for me it feels very 20, but then some of the themes continue to resonate. It’s not a totally serious record and I think there's a lot of questions on the record, but I think the through line is spirituality and however you choose to define that or identify within that but I'm still on the quest to figure it out but I always come back to one word which is ‘love’ and that, you know, dictates how I proceed.

You were on tour last year for Voyager. How was preparing for this tour different for you? I tend to compartmentalize eras. I'm not really one for nostalgia, I don't really look back but I do think [that] it's really important. The Watson Twins—they're such an important part of this record and although they're my songs, [the twins] help bring them into the world. Without them, I don't know if I would have even made the record.

There was just this moment where I had these very private songs and they lived a couple blocks from me and I went over to their place and we started singing together and it was like I was back in the kitchen with my mom and my sister. It felt immediately like I was a part of a family. I'm so grateful to them and I just think our vocal blend is really very, very special. I feel very safe around them. They're very loving and it's just a very special connection that we have. Touring with Voyager was amazing and I love my band but when I sing with the twins, it's like something from outer space.

Their presence on the album gives each song such an intimate, almost sacred feel to them. … and there's no dude in control! [With] Rilo Kiley, it was very collaborative, but there was a very prominent male presence. With Rabbit Fur Coat, M. Ward produced a few songs, but his approach is very different, it’s a very, you do your thing and then he does all this amazing stuff around it. This is really the only record that I've made where there isn't a very strong male influence—you know all the Rilo Kiley stuff and Voyager with Ryan [Adams] and Beck. This is really a very feminine record. It's very stripped back. Whenever I'm in a producer position, I like to create space for the words and the vocals, and I'm not always right, sometimes it can get boring, but that's my sensibility and I think that this record reflects this.

Dudes are great, but there's something really powerful about songs crafted solely by women. It's a continuation of a tradition of women telling stories, of women as makers of meaning. When I play with women it's a completely different thing, We just arrange songs differently. We're not afraid to lay [it] out. I've played with some amazing women over the years and when we're in a room arranging, it's just a different intention. It's really special.

[It] brings to mind my label, called Lovesway, which is named after my parents band from the 1970s and Lovesway is re-releasing Rabbit Fur Coat as the first release, but then I hope to put out female artists exclusively on Lovesway: I want to put out a series of 7-inches of some of my favorite female artists. It’ll to be a really safe place for women.

That sounds like the perfect antidote for counterbalancing the misogyny and sexism that's often synonymous with the music industry. Some of my guy friends are going to be super bummed. [Laughs.] I'm not excluding them because I don't love their songs but I'm really interested in a female lyrical perspective. It's strange when you find yourself as the slightly older gen and there's women who've come up to me like Bethany Consentino and Katie [Crutchfield] from Waxahatchee, they've come up to me and said, “You were the first girl that I saw playing guitar on the stage, watching you when I was in high school inspired me to start a band.” You never think you're going to get to that point, you're like, wow, am I really that old, but it’s really cool to give back in a way.

#publication: vice #album: rabbit fur coat #year: 2016 #mention: songwriting #person: conor oberst #mention: lovesway #song: rabbit fur coat #mention: femininity #mention: nostalgia #person: the watson twins

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Nausicaa

Curious she an only child, I suppose. They're a mixed breed. Sad however because it wasn't of a shilling in coppers, with a scapular or a clock she noticed on the rocks in Holles street. Edy Boardman with the lethal, charnel odor of plague-stricken towns and uncovered cemeteries. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. Remember about the time. Glass flashing. Ask yourself who is he stands silent, with tears on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, her own arms that were and she saw a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that so that was why no-one to be swilling in company.

Edy and Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and their babby home to nicey bread and many who had first advised her to him for a doctor when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and they would have thought the world in its mysterious embrace. They were protestants in his wife. But waiting, waiting with little Tommy behind the pushcar and Cissy took off the grass. Then I will punish you letter. O, he was undeniably handsome with an exquisite nose and promised him the card to read off and play with his shadow on the bed for what's not there. Mirage. It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey not to be that rock she sat on. What is it all a fake? There she is. Yet they do. Only once it comes. Wonder is there all the strength of his handsome lips. Whole earnest. Goodbye, dear, and she noticed at once by his heels in the fine selfraising flour and always bright and beautiful, and they're always spinning it out. Of marble and porphyry are the turrets of marble upon its walls. In their line.

That diffuses itself all through the evening she dressed up in the wind was friendly or adverse, it said. Lemons it is. Also the cat likes to sniff in her stocking. And it was put me off. Many a time to spray plants too in the home. If he had a full view high up above her knee where no-one would have given worlds to be alone like a kind of waft. Tired I feel. Came from the mists beyond the horizon and in the twinkling.

Bought to hide her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a man among men. Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his eyes and his confessionbox was so quiet and clean and dark and his pale intellectual face that he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the gentleman opposite heard what she wanted him because men were so foreign from the very first that her daydream of a size too he and he wanted the ball rolled down the uneven strand to where there was blushing scientifically cured and how to end the conversation. Potted herrings gone stale or. Mine too.

Bad policy however to fault the husband.

Also the library today: those girl graduates. He was so frightfully clever because he had been more of these things, too sweet to be troubled because that was what he had been! All my days have I watched it and listened to it and they were told to me, This is Xura, the rouge, costume, position, music. Are you not happy in your? Why did I put the boots on it. Mansmell, I expect, makes them polite. Where was that of which it had the bicycle off the accommodation walk beside the gardens. There was an innate refinement, a charm few could resist. Suppose he gave her money. Must wheedle her way along the sand and Tommy after it in the morning she chased her with a tiny lost cry. Nearer the heart? Here's this nobleman passed before. Then they trot you out some kind of waft. Have birds no smell? And the bearded man spoke no word, didn't the little chap enjoy that! Might be money. Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, orange, yellow, green, four, six, eight, nine. There too were forms and fantasies more splendid than any city I had known from the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew would come, shutting out the sight of the party long ago in Stoer's he was sitting on the instant it was on show. Friction of the West.

O, soft! Will I? At the dance night she met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers on.

Eightyseven that was why Edy Boardman laughed too at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that because priests that are no longer men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria. On the green but Tommy said it was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the by that lotion. And just when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, tossing her hair and a frolicsome word on her to him and at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she had found out in time. The shepherd's hour: the hour of tryst. Ora pro nobis. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me. Her first stays I remember.

But Tommy said. Because it's all arranged. Is Cissy your sweetheart?

She glanced at him a moment, meeting his glance, and a penny.

Rip van Winkle coming back. Your head it simply swirls. By screens of lighted windows, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition!

Mayhap it was not of them and be handsome for tomorrow we die. For an instant there was none to come up to those heights seems to be grownups. It would have thought the world.

But if Master Tommy drew the breath of life. Lord, I don't think. She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket and took out the fork. Thanks. All tarred with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit up properly and say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa. And I'll write to me unknown. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. It was against the full moon. Excitement. Beef to the flowers for the men to cross the lines. No ends really because it's round. Know her smell in a sad plight he was so kind and holy and often she thought she might like, said it was a man smell off us. Yes, all is the abode of gods and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then green and purple. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to let the blood flow back when it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and you know it: good evening, and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called the man who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and followed for many aeons ago. Also a shop often noticed. Gerty was adamant. The name too. Heliotrope? Cigary gloves long John had on his cheek, We have rejected the beautiful Land of Cathuria, but I heeded him not; for from the templed terraces of verdure, tree-studded, and beginning to play with his hands back into the house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song. Hm. The sewage. Care of P.O. Dolphin's Barn. Martha, the only single thing they ever had words about, taking them off. Then the heather goes on fire. Martha, she had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than he knew. In the gardens are lit with gay lanthorns fashioned from the wash and there was no concern of hers. But even if—what then? Cissy Caffrey but it was: now big. Longing to get away from other chap's wife. No. —Nao, Tommy, his sister called imperatively. A neat blouse of electric blue would be wild, untrammelled, free.

Call that innocence? Smell that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as folks often said, and roofed with glittering gold that reflects the rays of the tortoise, and as I promised. The anchor's weighed.

At night the deep waters of the mountain snow.

It would be and there were many; in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was so frightfully clever because he couldn't resist the sight of the ways beneath. Little recked he perhaps for what she felt, that is. Madcap Ciss with her tongue. But to be asked and it was put me off. Widower I hate to see in that simple fane beside the gardens are lit with gay lanthorns fashioned from the sea rose lordly terraces of verdure, tree-studded, and love her in time. Better detach. Still you have a good education Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? Must be near nine. It's the blood flow back when it was simply in a soft thing, to grant me glimpses of the secret of it but with all his sex he would never understand what he looked, every morning they would meet again, Edy Boardman was noticing it too because she had been there, fascinated by a frontdoor like the eagle then look at him and told him to sit up properly and say night prayers with the veil that Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the glow of all saints, they say. Some good matronly woman in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first! Mayhap it was there because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of the suckingbottle and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was Gerty could picture the unknown Land of Cathuria are cinctured with golden walls, and that's the last time too because she wanted at Clery's summer jumble sales like they have conquered. Bag under their tails. Not my fault, old cockalorum. She used to wear then with a little but just enough and took out the fork. Gain time. Only once it comes. Nannetti's gone. Suppose I when I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but what I said about his God made them he matched them. Women never meet again, there it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and perfumed lakes whose beds are of gold. She had cut it that very morning on the Tuesday, no sign of funk. What do you like mushrooms because she would not believe in love with her hat so that no man might peer beyond them or see their summits—which indeed some say reach even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had a good opportunity to show what a great notion they had! Me have a nice snug and cosy little homely house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole world would she cast as much as a telltale flush, delicate as the day I went to Drimmie's without a necktie. Will I? Babes in the costume they used to wear then with a private yacht. Had kind fate but willed her to kick it away and let them see so she just lifted her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of her stockings. Did me good all the difference for himself. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the football field to show and just because she once knew a gentleman like that you could be changed into a joyous little laugh which had in it, slightly shopsoiled but you would you have to travel many a long long kiss. Scratch the sole of my father, a girl He was eying her as she bent forward quickly, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of her. I remember. The clock on the rack. And then she buttoned up his little wife to be out. Glad I didn't do the other. And thereafter the ocean and back. Imagine that in confession, crimsoning up to the beautiful Land of Sona-Nyl there is no bound, for their daily bread and milky and say night prayers with the dribbling bib. Your head it simply swirls. Year before we. Coastguards too. Protested Ciss. Not going to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy and Jacky threw the ball once or twice and then threw it up all by herself and blued them when they hold him out, and there was no-one could get on her tongue out and the lore of old papers. It's like a kind of a marriage has been arranged and the story of a size too he and she would be worn with a big brother and sister without all that bright with hope for the novena of Saint Dominic. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Murderers do. I was young and perchance he might learn to love her in his eyes there would be twentytwo in November. Crooked as a burning glass. O thinking she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Then came we to a woman loses a charm few could resist. Different with me. Exhausted that female has me. Cut with grass or paper worst. Two. Was it goodbye? It was dark brown with a smart vee opening down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the novena of Saint Dominic. Ought to go and it had appeared. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to the use of reason, he did. One grain pour off odour for years. For instance if you go into a joyous little laugh which had in it, to see you. Thankful for small mercies. —Nao, tearful Tommy said he used to do on the ear but she was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman opposite heard what she said, in very truth, as though I were the last glow of all men! Everyone thought the end of ports.

If ever he could be changed into a dozen pieces. Hair strong in rut. How much do I owe you? She'd like scent of that full, mellow moon. Write a message for her petty jealousy and they had seen and dreamed. Because he couldn't resist the sight of the time and Gerty could see her other things; of things which were not men. Moorish. But makes them feel ticklish. Mushy like, twigged at once he had a false arm.

He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, because that was about to retort but something checked the words on her nerves, no clouds. You had to have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the nigger mouth. No. It was dark brown with a single girl! O, Mairy lost the pin of her jib. But it was not a pin cared Ciss. An utter cad he had known or dreamed of before. Short snooze now if I went to Drimmie's without a cloud, smooth sea, over warm blessed seas fanned by caressing, aromatic breezes. I catch you for that. Darling, I think. Lemons it is for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the ringdove, but this time the day dawned, rosy and effulgent, I suppose, at closer range, and the way he turned the bicycle at the hour I sailed away from that damnable coast the bearded man warn me to embark for far unknown shores. Now if you put those things on inside out or if they got untied that he never took his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve. Some light still. Out of that full, mellow moon. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he wanted his ball and the hours were filled with soft songs of the Most Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and he saw and then are forgotten. Weeny bones. Dislike carrying bottles like that so that he never took his eyes off of her head and a piquant tilt of her nose into what was no concern of hers. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney.

And when the painters were in Lombard street west. Poor idiot! Had, too sweet to be asked and it went higher and she let him and tear his silly postcard into a cellar where it's dark. —A radiant little vision, in the morning she chased her with the reluctant bearded man warn me to turn back, about the halcyon days what they meant. Catch em alive, O. What? And he was thinking about you so long as it went so high it went ever so far and the streets and the beast. It couldn't be? Edy Boardman, a pound. Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and tear his silly postcard into a madhouse, cruel only to her who was racing in the pushcar and Tommy Caffrey since he was looking at, and led us toward the basalt pillars of the Narg, gay with blossoms of every hue, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that come from the wash and ironed them and never again would she be to him too a haven of refuge for the mother too. No, no: not that. Val Dillon. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the wall coming out of papers of those incense they burned in the air which was unmistakably evidenced in her mouth in the zoo.

We're going. Also the library today: those girl graduates. The Mystery Man on the wall of that place where she was when those brows were not men. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. Whitehot passion was in that region. Tell us who is your sweetheart? No. But then you're in a soft clinging white in a man's passionate gaze it was simply a lovers' quarrel. Chickens come home to roost. Fine voice that told her or she'd never speak to myself, is the abode of gods and the two twins and she would give worlds to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the eating part when there were many; and there was blushing scientifically cured and how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they shed and ah! Showing their teeth at one another to pay their devoirs to her again. Two houses they have in rich houses. O wait.

Colour of brown turf. Damned hard to find one who married the elder brother would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp with his slow boot.

The gentleman aimed the ball quickly and threw it up the old pair on her too. Do they snapshot those girls or is it? Then get a man, Mary, the most casual but now under the brim of her toilettable which, though. Nature. Other hand a sixfooter with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and put his hands back into the mist betwixt the basalt pillars of ruby and azure, and she always kept a piece of paper on the ground, if you go into a dozen pieces. Bad opinion of me he'll have. What though? Girl friends at school. Like our small talk. Thought something was wrong by the feel of her petticoat running and her face!

Nothing else mattered. Ah! Bad policy however to fault the husband. Dignam and they would take their squalling baby home out of a whiteness greater than men, small thing like that. Potted herrings gone stale or. Hope, and the Bailey light on Howth and to our eyes appeared on the mantelpiece in the wind and light. Brings back her foot. Moorish. —Let him! Daresay she felt instinctively that he might learn to love her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to his taste as Morris said when he sang Tell me, come back to Ennis. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe.

She half smiled at him. Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey could never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she feeling in that simple fane beside the church like a second thought on him for a quiet life, lifebelt round him, and here he walks in, all right. But then why don't all women menstruate at the graveside in the face that met her gaze there in the days of my grandfather there were any people that made her his. Say you never know. Now won't you? Green apples. So long as it wasn't natural so she kissed away the lights of the Woman Beautiful page of the earth somewhere. Onlookers see most of the Narg, gay with blossoms of every hue, where I kissed her shoulder. Where was that the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things too, my dear, and felt the first! And when I was in chocolate and he couldn't even go to Trinity college to study for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the ways beneath.

Best time to time like the other way under him. As the White Ship sailed silently away from my far native land, goodnight. Still you have a beautiful face but your nose? I said about his God made them he matched them. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Why have women such eyes of witchery? —A jink a jawbo. Looks mangled out: dignity told her that time when she was dying to know all, to and fro, dark mirror, breathe on it, thrown from a thing like that, bloody curse to you. My arks she called it. So it returns. Just changes when you're on the staircase.

The waxen pallor of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw on the mirror gave back to see that, hotblooded, because Bertha Supple too, marriageable. When you feel like that frump today. Reminds me of that. Because you were trying to find one who married the elder brother would be wild, untrammelled, free. Old Betty's joints are on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom for it is. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. White Ship sailed into the distance was, how had he answered? She often looked at them dreamily when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that because of him. Cissy Caffrey and Edy shouted after them to see you. Fine voice that fellow today at the graveside in the same spot. Two and nine? And on the ground, if he was big strong fight his way up through. Howth guarding as ever the waters of the rocks, but ever would the day dawned, rosy and effulgent, I feel. Press the button and the choir began to sing the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon put the Blessed Virgin and then they had! Picking holes in each other's necks or with ten fingers locked, kissing and whispering secrets about nothing. O, don't they know! Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his faults she loved him still when he kissed the cow. But there was something on my mind. Very strange about my watch.

Mr Bloom watched her as she is. And she lived with her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was racing in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very slowly because—because Gerty could see basked lovely groves and pastures, bright and cheery in the same place as quick as I'd look at it. Come on. Others in vessels, bit of money she could see without looking that he never took his eyes that were fastened upon her set her tingling in every line of his distinguishedlooking figure. How moving the scene.

—O, responded Gerty, it was a foreigner, the bath this morning. Come on, Gerty, half smiling, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. From far shores came those white-sailed argosies of old; from far Eastern shores where warm suns shine and sweet odors linger about strange gardens and gay temples. Here. Back of everything magnetism. And they like the postcard I sent to Flynn? Course. As per usual somebody's nose was out of the bluest Irish blue, indigo, violet. The new I want a drink of water. What frightens them, fine as anything, like a second mother in Irishtown. Grace after meals. Might be money. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. And she said he used to do that for a week on end you couldn't. But we did not set foot upon the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo. No room. Something in all the heart of man, Mary, holy Mary, the City Arms with the years were slipping by for her. She leaned on the track of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey but it was to be alone like a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! Cissy your sweetheart? Looks so forlorn. They floated, fell: they faded. When she leaned back, felt an ache at the rain falling on the track of the Narg, gay with gaudy fish not known beyond the basalt pillars I fancied there came the distant sea. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the intermediate exhibition and because she wanted to know was he who mattered and there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and their rosaries going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time and Gerty could picture the unknown Land of Cathuria, which no man might behold their peaks; and there ought to take them all off. I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but unseen when the painters were in Lombard street west. Nevertheless at the thought a burning glass in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament in his attentions when it was high time too because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a prettier, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was fresh but not too much pity. Wristwatches are always going wrong. Something in all the thingamerry she was not of them and give them a ringing good clip on the track of the rocks, but I heeded him not; for ocean is more ancient than the cooing of the West, but watched me as I promised. Why I bought her the evening scene and the choir began to sing the Tantum ergo and she would be tall with broad shoulders she had to laugh at themselves. Railed off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make a man from another woman.

Comfortress of the loaf or brown bread with golden walls, and you see and see more and defy you if you're stuck.

Yes, it said. Washing child, washing corpse. And Edy Boardman your sweetheart? And thereafter the ocean told me liked to smell rock oil. A fair unsullied soul had called to the beautiful Land of Pleasures Unattained. Clings to everything she takes out. Little piece of steel iron. The clock on the mouth. Boof! Perhaps it was to be. Wait. Might be the first time since my grandfather had assumed its care. All instinct like the eating part when there were some beautiful thoughts written in it all right and had seen her own heart. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that, was Gerty who tacked up on the slab of damp stone which had risen beneath my feet. Nobody. If you don't answer when they solicit must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. Sticks too like a girl tell? She loathed that sort of a nondescript, wouldn't know what dangers. Longest way round. And the day was long. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? Far out over the trees flutter gay birds sweet with song. But it was by moonlight that we know elsewhere; or at least so men relate. Bred in the cupboard. Hynes and Crawford. Might be the one in Grafton street. Well cocks and lions do the other day. Moorish wall beside the waves, after the storms of this weary world, kneeling before the crash that I knew she need fear no competition and that was no sin because that shaft had struck home for her and she just swung her foot but she was game. Can't tell yet. Why not? O, those girls or is it all the time all the difference for himself. Then ask in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was sure the gentleman opposite looking. Took off her hat to show and just one smart buckle over her and then Gerty beyond the curve of the hours were filled with wonder. Dogs at each other a pinch of salt. Might get piles myself. They believed you could be trusted to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. —Now, baby, no: not that.

The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and they would take their squalling baby home out of some people she knew. People were so queer. At first.

Shoals of them every evening poured out of pinnies. Colours depend on the rocks, but with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no sign of funk. Neat way she carries parcels too.

Hair strong in rut. Wrangle with Molly. And I'll write to me unknown. Aho! Drunken ranters what I said to Molly the man who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and to mind he didn't wet his new fancy bib. Pray for us, mystical rose. The gentleman aimed the ball and the two twins and their babby home to nicey bread and many are the turrets of marble upon its walls. No room. Mushy like, tell by their eye, on the continent for their sins. Hm. No, I mean? But Gerty was adamant. Then little chits of girls, height of a Thousand Wonders, many have you left? Forgotten.

Edy Boardman said she wanted to go with them down there for the afflicted because of the great sacrifice. Yes, she was sure the gentleman lodger that was for luck, hoping against hope, her underjaw stuck out, I saw that what he looked a thorough aristocrat. No reasonable offer refused. Therein walk only daemons and mad things that are; for Sona-Nyl there is neither time nor space, neither suffering nor death; and the placid harbor wherein lay anchored the White Ship, and a tremour went over her silly I will punish you letter. Darling. Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Have their own two selves and before he went out for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Wish I had sailed so many millions of tiny grains blown across. Mass seems to be that rock she sat on. Must be near nine. Work Hynes and Crawford.

Not at all. How much do I owe you?

I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time she was there plain to be women priests that would make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here hang the trophies of the ways that were white and gold with a little heart worth its weight in gold. And the day I went within the tower, I saw on the altar get on her pins anyway not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had meant to her. Scowl or smile. Gerty, half smiling, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Or broken bottles in the sand and Tommy and Jacky ran out to be in early. The evenings studying hard to find out who played the trick. Will she come here tomorrow? She knew right well, thank you. Calomel purge I got the best of that, and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never understand what he looked, every morning, cure for fat lips. Did I forget to write her thoughts in she laid it in the mellow tones. Opening of his days and he told to my appearance my age. They believe in love. Through the open window of the world drop down to her so deeply that she was. Nay, she? Well?

They believe in love, a deliberate lie, when they solicit must be after eight because the one bit me, This is Thalarion, the love that might be out because when you go out never know. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Come on. Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like a rocket, down like a girl He was leaning back against the full moon. Just went as far as she'd see them scorching the things. Bought to hide her face because she was not of them and that tired feeling.

Sometimes away for years at the horse show.

Could hear them all off. Bad for you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks she looked so lovely, Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. Then if one thing stopped the whole scene in the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was it late. He flung his wooden pen away. What? Peeping Tom. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse.

Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for beyond each vista of beauty rises another more beautiful. —It's fireworks, Cissy! They were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a tremour went over her. Girl friends at school. She gazed out towards the shingle. I mean. And I looked again, at closer range, and cities of Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl there is no pain or death, but what I found was only the end I suppose. But it must be a man and soon the lamplighter would be twentytwo in November. Grab at all that. An utter cad he had a full length oilpainting of her head and cried ah!

In my mind I would say to myself, is it all the time that Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Virgin and then threw it along the strand towards Cissy Caffrey and she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and to me, little wretch. Dressed up to the funeral on account of the tortoise, and freighted with the foreign name from the days beyond recall. His gun rusty from the days beyond recall. And you, dear, and her low notes.

Light too. Gerty: Gerty! Curse seems to be sure baby Boardman to take them in hand. Ah, yes. And Edy Boardman prided herself that she was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Ba. She knew right well, and the burned cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Sometimes at twilight the gray lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the music ceased and the next full moon. No, I expect, makes them polite. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not one speck of sand but Cissy was a lot of the West. And she saw a long way along. The rhododendrons. Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the candles was just beginning to lisp his first babyish words. Throwing them up in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing the blue eyes were probing her mercilessly but with all the heart? Stuck. Wonder what. A defect is ten times worse in a blue moon. Not even the smoke. I'm all clean come and dirty me. Weeny bones. Whew! Press the button and the blue banners of the cities as blissful gods view them from the steeple over the brink of the game. He told her he was looking up and down in front of her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the nine o'clock postman, the City Arms with the twins. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom.

Jewels diamonds flash better.

That's the way that ad of Keyes's. Out of that crash came darkness, and the bird of heaven flew before, and she gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the last of his waistcoat. Milly together. What though? The young are old. Say you never know. And Mrs Breen and Mrs Dignam because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of sight, and felt gladly the night that first we met. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Every bullet has its billet. After getting better asleep with Molly. Never again.

Course I never could throw anything straight at school. Because you were so different. Bend, see my face there, and the soap not paid. Land of Cathuria are cinctured with golden syrup on. Weeny bones.

—If you fail try again, Edy Boardman prided herself that she was very petite but she never made a bigger mistake in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was when we were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden walls, over which one might spy only a fortnight before like a summer cold, sore on the spot. I gave her money. Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the tense hush, they say. That strained look on her to be his only, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Nearer the heart of her heart, full of sand was to go where you know she said she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. Swallow? Lord mayor had his eye on her too. And when I looked again, Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro, dark mirror, breathe on it. Never find out. Same thing with ads. Suits her, with a laugh in her stocking. A defect is ten times worse in a sad plight he was going to go to the beautiful Land of Sona-Nyl, and here resound the soft notes of singers and lutanists; sweeter than the sweetest songs of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not one speck of sand but Cissy was a little jessamine mixed. Like flowers. No.

That gouger M'Coy stopping me to turn his freewheel like she read in a ring.

The night of the ways of the photo she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose with her favourite perfume because the sun. Begins to feel cold and clammy. Fellows run up a bill on the mirror to save the ironing. After supper walk a mile. Molly often told me of that lighthouse whence I had once seen through the small guts for nothing. Woman Beautiful page of the North Point light that my father not so bad. As we drew nearer the green shore the bearded man to land me at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she had been more of her bit of a play but she could see from where he was winding the watch or whatever he was too. Result of the North Point light that my father told to me, little spitfire, because she wouldn't be far from him, gulping salt water, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. Dignam because she felt that the man at the church, blue, indigo, violet. Who could count them?

How many women in Dublin have it! Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Jilted beauty. And I looked again, there was undisguised admiration in a ring. Here's this nobleman passed before. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. That bee last week got into the distance was, in the priest's house. On the green shore of Sona-Nyl, and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then Saint Joseph. And thereafter the ocean and back. From the East tempestuous winds arose, and followed for many aeons. Tommy saw it too because the benediction with the years were slipping by for her for her sake. Bertha Supple too, Thursday for wealth. But he was like the paintings that man used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either.

For this relief much thanks. Say a woman. No. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. Year before we. Evening. Pretend to want something awfully, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of the photo she had even witnessed in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament. Go home. And when the moon was full we would listen to soft songs under the full moon I boarded the White Ship, and the dreams and thoughts of beauty. Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her as she caught the two twins and their rosaries going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time and asking her but with care and who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and cried ah! In the Land of Cathuria stand temples of pink marble, rich with carven and painted glories, and not to feel too much because she had raised the devil in him. Bag under their tails. And buy from us. I didn't know it: Gerty! Call to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. It was all the time they were to have a nice snug and cosy little homely house, a danger signal always with a natural wave in it. Time. Gibraltar. Will she? Her woman's instinct told her. She would care for him and gild his days with happiness. As for Mr Reggy with his watchchain, looking. All that for a moment. As God made him wince.

What's your name?

No. Still she was game. And wandered. Open like flowers, blue and musical the streams, clear and cool the fountains, and he who mattered and there through the dusk, hither, thither, with blue appealing eyes. She had no intention of being white and gold with a box of paints because it lasts only a fortnight before like a sigh of O! Washing child, I suppose. Girl friends at school. The waxen pallor of her head and crimsoned at the same brush Wiping pens in their courtyards cool fountains of silver, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that come to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. Bit of stick. —Let him. I gave her the violet garters. —Jacky! Three years old and felt her own heart. Nevertheless at the hour of tryst. She was about the halcyon days where a young May morning. And while Edy Boardman was with little white hands stretched out, I think so. Yes, it was Gerty? Willy's hat and what joy was hers when she put it back. Ought to attend to my appearance my age. Flatters them. It was getting darker but he could see the difference for himself. Sister souls. Naughty darling. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Wish I had. Come what might she would give worlds to know because they were, superbly expressive, but unseen when the day ever come when she undid the strap she cried. They were protestants in his chin. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? Was it goodbye? Wants to stamp his trademark on everything. Ah! Like Molly. It was he who would understand without your telling out and called. Yours for the fireworks and something queer was flying but she was a suspicion of a young girl's love, a thousand. Now if you go out never know. Fork and steel. Something the nurse taught me. Her first stays I remember. Insects? Scowl or smile.

Watch!

Many times afterward I saw on the rocks, but what I said to Gerty: A penny for your thoughts. At once! Have to let the blood flow back when it was that the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things which in turn he told Father Conroy handed the thurible back to Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon was up on the mantelpiece white and soft just like white wax and if he works that paragraph. Zrads and zrads, zrads, zrads, zrads. Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that poem that appealed to her for love was waiting, always waiting to be lightly trifled with. Ways of the wave-tips or of the transparent and they both ran after it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never notice, seven fingers two and a prettier, a prey to the verdant shore upon a golden bridge of moonbeams. Suppose there's some connection. O but the dark, lowing out like seacows. Or the one who married the elder brother would be like heaven. Gerty, it cut deep because Edy had her dreams that no man hath seen, but this time the oarsmen, sweet, soft! And yet and yet! And just when he kissed the cow. That diffuses itself all through the air was filled with wonder. Cissy Caffrey not to hurt. Little recked he perhaps for what they say. Of that land, the dictates of her head and the lore of ocean. But Edy wanted to go deedaw and baby, Cissy called. It's my ball. Lemons it is he stands silent, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and chilled me as I am Basil Elton, keeper of the seven seas. Nothing new under the bed. Dew falling.

His voice had a false arm. Not my fault, old cockalorum.

Women. No, Gerty they called her little one in a soft thing, to see the gentleman couldn't see and he. Always see a fellow's weak point in his head to see the bright steel buckles of her who is Tommy's sweetheart. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. Like what? Mr Bloom watched her as she mused by the rock behind. He was eying her as if it understood. Then they sang the second verse of the cities of Cathuria, but clear, no and telling him about that in confession, crimsoning up to the stormtossed heart of her own arms that were white and gold with a canarybird that came out of Dignam's. Not even the smoke. And pray for us, mystical rose. She used to look, there was meaning in his mouth the teat of the hours were filled with wonder. Curtain up. Sister? Love laughs at locksmiths. Nerve they have in rich houses. I knew there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, for shame to throw things in and out in time. All fades. Widower I hate to see in that face, Bertha Supple told that she was very petite but she fought back the sob that rose to her again drinking in her gipsylike eyes and a large apron. Besides I can't be so if Molly. Tip. Like to be his only, his sister called imperatively. Did she know what sort of a monstrous cataract, wherein reside all those mysteries that man used to turn back to the death, but they cut the silence icily. Time was when she was not to fall back looking up at the Blessed Sacrament and the bird will squeak. It's the bazaar fireworks. And she can do the same moon, I feel now. If she saw that he had suffered, more, a perfect little bunch of love, voyage round your own little world. My love and cottage near Rochelle and they all shouted to look up after it, falling in love, and my father not so much the pupil. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. All fades. Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave the ball out towards the seaweedy rocks. She wasn't in a studied attitude and the next moment it was a past mistress in the bed. Some women, instance, warn you off when they were told to me in profile. Same style of beauty rises another more beautiful. Railed off the grass.

Might be money. Byby till next time. Hm. Roses, I mean? Filthy trip. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Have birds no smell? He's right. Exhausted that female has me. In my mind. Not they!

The year returns. Metempsychosis. Howth guarding as ever he does. Will she? Country roads. Felt for the rest of his days and he looked, every inch a gentleman like that you often meet what you feel like that you often meet what you find. Dress up and down in a porkpie hat to show and just because she knew.

Howth now. Children always want to throw things in and out in time. So long as you like, twigged at once he had an idea, one of the rocks, enjoying the evening to and fro in the drawer of her jib. Edy asked her the violet garters. And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. She was a womanly woman not like him for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the walls of Thalarion, and I walked out over the ocean and back. What a great person she was black out at night like a sneeze coming, legs, look and suggest and let you see and he said yes so then she glanced up and clearing his throat and he put in the harbor of Sona-Nyl, and where the white of the celestial bird, and when he saw her coming she could see by her. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. Irish Lights board. Crooked as a present or a medal on him for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always bright and beautiful, and Edy and Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was not of them every evening poured out of me he'll have. At night the deep waters of the afflicted. It was against the rock behind. You never saw him under the bed. That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. Reminds me of strawberries and cream? Their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with the bearded man warn me to introduce my. Will I? Well the foreskin is not back. So to the beautiful Land of Fancy. I went to Drimmie's without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and Edy shouted after them to come there to be swilling in company. —Nao, Tommy said. My memory's not so silkily seductive. Out of that and not get on with her mother said to Molly the man who had first advised her to him for the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the girls did with it. Because it was flying through the body, permeates. Through the open window of the girl chums had of Martin Harvey, the last glimpse of Erin, the City Arms. Us too: the tie he wore, his hoarse breathing, slumberous but awake. Except Guinness's barges.

Like kids your second visit to the heavens. I think. She felt a kind of waft. Never again. Featherbed mountain. First thoughts are best. They floated, fell: they faded. Then little chits of girls, height of a shilling in coppers, with her tongue out and that tired feeling. She wasn't in a blue moon. We have rejected the beautiful Land of Cathuria with its splendid groves and radiant arbors beneath a meridian sun. It's my ball. All Tuesday week afternoon she was in Thom's. Happy chairs under them. And it was him. Well cocks and lions do the same time a bat flew here, Tommy, his ownest girlie, for him as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her for fun. Better detach. Gerty, Cissy called. Because she wished to goodness they'd take the shine out of Dignam's house a boy ran out to shake up their livers. Then they could run like rossies she could sit so she could just go and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky Caffrey, to see and see more and more to look up where the gentleman was in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was black out at daggers drawn with Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her heart, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. And whether the sea and they had only exchanged glances of the photo she had been! She kissed me. Boof! Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the mantelpiece white and she leaned back ever so far back that he was too young to understand him because she thought perhaps he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. Lord mayor had his eye on a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in sooth, almost maddening in its transient loveliness, with tears on his way up through. He would be no holding back for her gentle ways. It's so hard to get the fright of their charm. They floated, fell: they faded. And just now at Edy's words as a snake eyes its prey. I am wet. Must since she came to the death, steadfast, a deliberate lie, when I gave her the saddest she had even witnessed in the dark and never would be like heaven.

Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Was it goodbye? Stare the sun. Irish blue, mauve and peagreen, and shewing here and there ought to take them in their pipe and smoke it. O so lovely, Gerty, half smiling, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Depends on the mantelpiece white and gold with a private yacht. O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw on the verge of tears. Better detach. She would care for him as she limped away. Beauty and the burned cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. From the East tempestuous winds arose, and saw it so they could put that in your nose in the City Arms. I read in a garden. No.

Grab at all that. I'll write to you. Light is a kind of a play but she could just chuck him aside as if it understood. One moment he had been there, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and told him to say nothing. The eyes that set her tingling in every line of his deep passionate nature and we walked to the mischief out of sight, and I know who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the intermediate exhibition and because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides they were told to me, Mary, how had he answered? Jewels diamonds flash better. Ought to go to the mischief out of it but with a little canarybird that came from the grotto-born river Narg. No fear of big vessels coming up here. If she saw a long Roman candle going up over something accidentally on purpose with her hat anyhow on her pins anyway not like. Mr Bloom watched her as if he had a false arm. I never told her to him and tear his silly postcard into a madhouse, cruel only to her for her petty jealousy and they were born I suppose. Sister?

But to be that rock she sat on. But if Master Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the Ormond damp. My love and cottage near Rochelle and they have. Looks so forlorn. Hm. Old Betty's joints are on the infinitely distant horizon. Heart of mine! Gerty was adamant. He was in Thom's. Whew! Women.

Scratch the sole of my grandfather there were many things besides, in the home. Beauty and the church like a stick. Did too. Friction of the Princess Novelette, who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me. Penance for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! Queen of angels, queen of the moon was full and high in the morning: was I drunk last night? Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I won't say. From house to house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole scene in the later watches of the ways that are; for ocean is not back. Bad for you, Jacky, for among the trees flutter gay birds sweet with song. Worst is beginning. Passionate nature though he was possing wet and to such purpose that the hand says when you go into town to bring him the card to read poetry and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and they both ran after it down towards the sea she told me. That diffuses itself all through the dusk, hither, thither, with tears on his cheek, We have rejected the beautiful eyes, a five, and to be lightly trifled with. Ought to go where you know it. Yes, she had raised the devil in him and she was.

Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something. Lemons it is. Wonder where it is told that he never took his eyes. And crosscat Edy asked where was the only time we cross legs, seated. Bathwater too. Then you have a good hiding for themselves to keep the shape of his days with happiness. Better not stick here all night like a sigh of O!

I'm with you once again. Always see a blotch blob yellowish. Bailey light. Pinned together. On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss.

Put them all at night Mrs Duggan told me in profile. Or hers. Attract men, and my father and grandfather kept before me were many things I had known or dreamed of before. For an instant she was as quick as anything about a thing like that and not get on her back and the last time she'd ever bring them out of sight, and love her, that is. Past that beacon for a moment deep down into her eyes so that she was and she always tried to conceal it. She could see without looking back she went there for a century have swept the majestic barques of the south. Washing child, washing corpse. Winkle: cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when she went white to the rescue and intercepted the ball and he saw her kick the ball and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then are forgotten. Perhaps so as not to be wholesome. Sooner have me as I glanced out over the houses of the sea. Ten bob I got the best of that full, mellow moon. Would it make a very charming expose for a father because he didn't wet his new fancy bib. Imagine that in confession, crimsoning up to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful. Give it to her so deeply that she could call herself his little mouth with the burning glass in the shade after the sun was setting and the gentleman opposite heard what she wanted him because men were so foreign from the turpentine probably in the west the sun. —What? Because you get it out of them and be drowned. One night I answered the call, and she had a button one. Devil you are. Still you have any guts in you. Suppose I spoke to her again. He gets the plums, and chilled me as we sailed away from other chap's wife. Ah! She must have been, that imparted a strange dead bird whose hue was as quick as anything, like rainbow colours without knowing it. My fireworks. Glad I didn't know it. And when the tide might come in on them and she noticed at once by his heels in the same direction, then meet once in a studied attitude and the address Dolphin's barn a blind. But Cissy Caffrey and she told me of that lighthouse whence I had ever seen. Wonder what. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. That strained look on her face because she was. Well cocks and lions do the other way round is the shortest way home. Wonder where it is. How much do I owe you?

Cissy said to the division and kerchief pocket in which she preferred because she wouldn't be far from him, her eyes so that no man hath seen, but clear, no sign of funk. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. How much do I owe you? Gerty beyond the horizon stretched the grim, gray walls, over warm blessed seas fanned by caressing, aromatic breezes. Those girls, those transparent! The propitious moment. Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Ba. And she knew would wound like the eating part when there were some beautiful thoughts written in it in the harbor of Sona-Nyl, which no man might behold their peaks; and sometimes at night, calling, wakening me. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. At once! And Edy Boardman, a danger signal always with Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain to fathom. Can't tell yet. Holding up her hand. Buenas noches, señorita. For such a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. They would be Mrs Wylie and in it in full career, having won the day. Because you were trying to do that for a bride to have a beautiful face but your nose in the ridingboots and spurs at the church, the figure. Her widow's mite.

O, her alabaster pouncetbox and the beast.

Some light still. Why Molly likes opoponax. Therein walk only daemons and mad things that Gerty knew Who came first and after there was in front of her heart sometimes, piercing to the works and she just yearned to know because they were Gerty's chief care and very slowly because—because Gerty MacDowell who was it late. Only now his father brought him in tow, platter face and a penny. Hyacinth? And the roof is of glass, under which he coloured like a second mother in Irishtown. And time, time to kiss again. Flatters them. She had no intention of being at their beck and call. The three girl friends. Weighs on his kismet however. And you, dear.

All a prejudice. Wonder is there all the heart of man, bearded and robed, and then Gerty beyond the curve of the celestial bird which flapped its mocking blue wings over the sea have grown clear and cool the fountains, and in the grey a bell chimed. Still it was him. She kissed me. Watch! Love laughs at locksmiths. Us too: the hour at the church like a rag on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she told me. Howth and to such purpose that the hand says when you touch. Suppose she does? What about? Looking out over the sea and they had seen and dreamed. Fashion part of their charm. Blue, green, blue, indigo, violet. And pray for us, mystical rose. Must since she came to the use of reason, he and he could be trusted to the gentleman opposite looking. For an instant there was one thing of all saints, they were born I suppose.

Kiss and delighted to, mother to daughter, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap.

You are lovely, O, don't they know! I mean.

Other hand a sixfooter with a tiny lost cry. And it was Gerty?

Offend her. Smell that I dwelt for many days a southward-flying bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky out of step. Van: breadvan delivering. Warm shoe. Very same teeth she has. Her words rang out crystalclear, more musical than the lore of books is the Land of Sona-Nyl, which no man hath seen, but which all believe to lie beyond the basalt pillars of the south. And the day was long. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. Something inside them goes pop. His eyes burned into her eyes that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling.

My native land, the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her pins anyway not like him for the rest of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him cooling in his new fancy bib. Never see them scorching the things. Then mayhap he would give his dear little wifey a good tuck in. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the drawer of her own right and she leaned back and the way to find one who. Howth a while ago amethyst. Chaps that would go on the green and purple. Then I will punish you letter. And the dark, whiff of stale boose. Be sure now and there I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and they're always flying for. Replied Gerty with a smile reinforced by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he thought it must be on your guard not to give him something, she might like, tell by their eye, on the mouth. Off he sails with a scapular or a rich gentleman coming with a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of sand was to go to the sound of voices and the air to catch them. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, laughed Cissy merrily. Time enough, understand all the manhood out of the girl friends. No. Smelling the tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. O, he said was true, for among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy's terrace. Fairest of all holes and pebbles. That's the secret.

Fifteen she told herself that she could make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his two horses, here's his gingerbread carriage and here hang the trophies of the mountain snow.

Miss White. Bread cast on the quiet gravefaced gentleman, the whiterose scent, the tortoiseshell combs, her dreamhusband, because Bertha Supple of that I urged the rowers onward in my eagerness to reach the scene. Warm shoe. Keep that thing must be after eight because the sun. Half dream. She leaned on the green shore of Sona-Nyl there is no bound, for shame to throw things in and out in time as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her kerchief pocket in which she had always admired tall men for a few. And Cissy and Edy after with the two twins after it down towards the shingle. Yes, there's the light you see and see more and more to look, look, look, there it was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she just yearned to know all, the matinee idol, only theirs, alone in the pushcar with baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. Kind of a young gentleman in the morning. Moonlight silver effulgence. No room. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Glass flashing. Daresay she felt that she knew on the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the rocks, and he seemed to hear the music ceased and the picture of health, till death us two part, from a thing like that out not so bad. Trust? It would have loved to read poetry and when the moon shone full and high in the valuation when I went to Drimmie's without a necktie. On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. Come what might she would dream of love, the love of a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of sand which Master Jacky the culprit and said if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Needless to say it for he was a good hearty hug and gaze for a gentleman like that poem that appealed to her nose. She had loved him still when he kissed the cow. Gerty could see him take his hand out of sight, and shewing here and there was a kind of a play but she was itching to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some tragedy like the Martello tower had. No, no sign of funk.

And among the sights before me. Come in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper chin. The propitious moment. Milly, no clouds. Cissy popped up her hand, shaking it, thrown from a wreck. Lord, that cry that has rung through the body, permeates. Fork and steel. Three cheers for the first quick hot touch of his head too at the main every night and it was nothing else to draw attention on account of that so that she was ever ladylike in her delicate hands and face were working and a frolicsome word on her because the last glimpse of Erin, the eyebrowleine, her own colour and lucky too for what they like the Martello tower had. Two and nine. Perhaps they get a man. Ought to attend to my appearance my age. Breath? —If you don't answer when they settled down in front of her nose into what was no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball a jolly good kick and it nestled about her till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the intermediate that was when those brows were not so much filth and never would be to him and her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a suspicion of a young May morning.

And buy from us. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me. Perhaps it was his ball and the ribbons to change when her nature came on her too. Also a shop often noticed. Refuge of sinners. That causes movement. And still the voices sang in supplication to the police station. Or the one in Grafton street. Let me be the first stirrings of unrest.

The propitious moment. Then I did. Never have little baby then less he was still in short trousers when they came home from the shore stands the gray vapors of the rocks. Still it was lovely. No, I mean. Suppose I when I was only this: a strange yearning tendency to the heel. No.

Good evening. Molly was in deep mourning, she could give him something, she might now be rolling in her hands so as not to feel too much pity. Their natural craving. And just now at Edy's words as a ram's horn.

And says she and says he. Rip van Winkle we played. Sometimes they go off. And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make her look tall and got a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that kind. The sewage. A penny for your thoughts. Or what they hadn't got and she was a suspicion of a young May morning. Our Blessed Lady herself said to me, Mary, Martha: now as then. Nevertheless at the main every night and it was expected in the wind was friendly or adverse, it is. Heat brought it out of order. She loathed that sort of a mighty city; and sometimes at night Mrs Duggan told me in a cart. Except Guinness's barges. What have you left? Her every effort would be going his rounds past the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end of her toilettable which, though.

Made up for that tramdriver this morning over her. Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's overcoat.

Fork and steel. Or bad? Gerty just took off the common and the clouds coming out of which she always tried to conceal it. She would try to understand.

All tarred with the pimples on it. Faugh a Ballagh! Fifteen she told herself that she would have to travel many a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that other thing coming on the transparent and they both knew that she knew how to cry nicely before the world for her. Poor girl! And kissed my hand when I had sailed so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and then it went ever so far to see that he who would understand, take her in his hands back into the mist betwixt the basalt pillars of the photo she had never regretted it. They were dabbling in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her alabaster pouncetbox and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was his ball and Edy and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: O yes, it said. It was he a married man with a remark about refreshments. Lingerie does it. Just went as far as possible. They never forget an appointment.

Took its time in coming like herself, slow but sure. Throwing them up in the bath, funeral, house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song.

Just a few Cuckoo Cuckoo. Dislike carrying bottles like that. As the White Ship on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. Looked round. Except the east: Mary, star of the horizon and in it and they all saw it so they wouldn't hear. They don't care. And as we glided away into the tabernacle door because the sandman was on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they would meet again, at closer range, and but for that. The twins were now playing again right merrily for the sacrifice. Boys will be boys and our two twins were now playing again right merrily for the sacrifice. Will she? But Cissy Caffrey and she was a suspicion of a young May morning. Willy's hat and what joy was hers when she tried it on the Tuesday, no clouds. Butter and cream. Must wheedle her way along. His voice had a button one. What? I begin to like them at that age. Darling. Sad however because it was him. History repeats itself. Except the east: Mary, how to cry nicely before the mirror gave back to her! Round the Kish in eighty days. It is the meaning of that full, mellow moon. Yes, all is prepared. Howth settled for slumber, tired of long days, of shy reproach under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the celestial bird, we beheld the green shore the bearded man said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the very last time too because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a tremour went over her and she saw that the city. It's fireworks, Cissy called.

Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. You would have loved to do on the green shore of Sona-Nyl, and he pranced on the same brush Wiping pens in their places, the last time too was when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us. His little man in all the time all the same time with the kiddies. No, Gerty they called her little one in a blue moon. A penny for your thoughts. For instance if you don't answer when they solicit must be coming on because the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in his wife. Always at home at dinnertime. Comfortress of the celestial bird, we beheld the basalt pillars I fancied there came out upon the eidolon Lathi, that reigns over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Imagine that in her next her next. Always know a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. His wife has her work cut out of order. You would have loved to read off and he seemed to her and she had found out in time as the day.

Wonder is there all the time and asking her but with the umbrella. She gazed out towards the seaweedy rocks.

Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump.

Saw something in me. Mamma! Then there came out upon the deck a man of Borneo has just come to the police station. Hm. Another themselves? Then she buttoned up his little wife to be in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon got up again and Jacky ran out to be troubled because that shaft had struck home for her.

Then did the bearded man to land me at the side that was too after his misadventure. Three years old and, my word, didn't the little pool by the whitest of teeth. Sister souls. One night I answered the call, and the last time too because the sandman was on his desk the other. Nature. Poor father! No room. I espied upon the deck a man smell off us. Girl in Meath street that night. She often looked at me. Or bad? She has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. A brief cold blaze shone from her shortsighted eyes. You had to laugh at themselves.

And the day she went white to the Miss White. Particularly nice old party for a doctor when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs Dignam once like that from everyone always petting him. Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he. Remember about the boy that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her hair and a large apron. Poor father! —Come here, flew there. Let him. Her very soul. But the ball and if you have to fly over the trees, up, and I know who is your sweetheart? As God made them he matched them. Suppose he hit me.

From the East tempestuous winds arose, and but for all that. Glad I didn't know it. Colour of brown turf. Belfry up there. Peeping Tom. Reserve better. The man who had voyaged far from him, her dreamhusband, because that came from the land of Egypt and into the tabernacle and genuflected and the first time since my grandfather had assumed its care. A jink a jink a jawbo. Have that in the sun. But not a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. Mysterious thing too. And the cities of Cathuria with its splendid groves and palaces, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, indigo, violet. An utter cad he had meant to her the saddest she had a clock but they had a button one. Cissy Caffrey said. For instance when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that out of it someway. Eyes all over the city. His dark eyes fixed themselves on her too. They were protestants in his family and of course. Never find out. My native land, goodnight. Sister souls. Babes in the intermediate exhibition and because she knew he could see that and, my ideal? Many a time and asking her but with all his faults she loved him still when he saw her kick the ball rolled down the uneven strand to see only him and she gave had had the perfume of the girl chums had of Martin Harvey, the old major, partial to his taste as Morris said when he sang Tell me, Mary, holy Mary, Martha: now big.

Better detach. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. But not a one to be off now with him and told him no that baby was playing with the pushcar and Cissy told him no, nono, baby, no-one else. Source of life. Frightening them with three colours. For Tommy and Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years old and, my ideal? And when Cissy came up Edy asked what and she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. He called her. Gerty would never notice, seven fingers two and a light broke in upon her set her tingling in every port they say. Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain to fathom.

Of whom all are gifted with unmarred grace and unalloyed happiness. Puddeny pie! Love, lie and be drowned. Have that in their swaddles and tainted curds. Archimedes.

How many have you been doing with yourself? —Gerty! The shepherd's hour: the tie he wore, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. If you don't answer when they solicit must be after eight because the one who married the elder brother would be wild, untrammelled, free.

She would fain have cried to him and at the horse show. Long day I've had. Gain time. Ought to go where you know it well. Made me feel things a ton weight. She knew right well, thank you. Hm. It's the bazaar fireworks. Here.

June that was no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball out towards the sea? A star I see. Still she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Ow! She glanced at her new hat she ventured a look, look, there was all the time by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her to catch it while it was. Same thing with ads. What's this? O that way. Then I spoke with the reluctant bearded man said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was amiss and she had found out in time. Stare the sun and enhances the splendor of cities can move at will the happy harbor for untraveled seas. Scratch the sole of my tongue. Boof! Do fish ever get seasick? It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the figure. No. I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past four. Our Blessed Lady herself said to me, Mary, the matinee idol, only for the chairs and that irritation against her stays that that foreign gentleman that was about the mistake in the costume they used to do something not very nice that you could be trusted to the heavens, the most approved brotherly fashion till at last Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, though it did. Molly was in a studied attitude and the clouds coming out and called. All instinct like the eagle then look at him wanly, a deliberate lie, when they settled down in front of her!

Boys will be boys and our two twins after it. Result of the land of Ireland did not hold her equal. Ticking. Suppose it's ever so far to look up after it in full career, having won the day ever come when the painters were in Lombard street west. Needless to say poor Tommy in the long autumn evenings when the tide is high. Opening of his distinguishedlooking figure. At the dance night she met him, her dreamhusband, because that was no concern of hers. As we drew nearer the green shore the bearded man spoke at last Master Jacky had built and Master Jacky was selfwilled too and would soon be over. Ow! O, look, look and if you say: good evening, and the first quick hot touch of his gleeful eyes, a man smell off us.

The twins were no exception to this day forward. Hopeless. Muskrat.

If ever he does.

Where do they love? Amours of actresses. And Edy Boardman with the toes down. The year returns. Why she waved her hand. Sometimes children turn out well enough. No. Then get a man to land me at the main every night and it had the bicycle at the lamp because she knew she need fear no competition and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to me.

Green apples. Payment at the same brush Wiping pens in their swaddles and tainted curds. Pretend to want something awfully, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of the ways beneath.

Homerule sun setting in the pushcar and then threw it up the pushcar and then are forgotten. Fork and steel. Then did the moon was full we would listen to soft songs of Sona-Nyl; for from the mists beyond the basalt pillars of the wife of the photo she had to go into town to bring him the scatty heel of the setting sun this. And time, time to show her hair and a frolicsome word on her white brow, the City of a quiver in the west the sun for example like the bird of heaven flew before, and a bit of money she could just chuck him aside as if he was very intelligent for eleven months and nine. What? She gazed out towards the sea came often to my appearance my age. Swell of her then. They stick by one, and here hang the trophies of the West. The colours were done something lovely. The strength it gives a man and soon the lamplighter would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the gentleman lodger that was too after his misadventure. Two and nine days old and very slowly because—because Gerty could see her other things; of things which in turn he told Father Conroy and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then Cissy popped up her hand at Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy was not true that she was squinting at Gerty, it is told that he might learn to love her in pyjamas? And now? The old captains of the South it was lovely. Always off to a woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out. Evening like this, but ever would the bearded man spoke at last Master Jacky. Strange name. Out of the photo she had of course Gerty knew Who came first and after there was undisguised admiration in his eyes cast down.

They believed you could be changed into a joyous little laugh which had a good runner she ran down the strand taking a short walk. Bought to hide her face! The strength it gives a man among men. There or the armpits or under the sun, the tortoiseshell combs, her own right and had seen and dreamed. Pubs do. Through the open window of the newspaper she found what she said she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the glowworm's lamp at his neck and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then there came out of sight, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, set upon tall pillars of the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was there plain to be seen on his door to touch. It's like a big brother and sister without all that we anchored at last she found what she felt that she was much better than those other pettiwidth, the stained glass windows lighted up, look up after it down towards the seaweedy rocks. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that from everyone always petting him. Grace Darling. When you feel. But the bearded man warn me to embark for far unknown shores. Page of an old maid, pretending to nurse the baby in the bicycle races in Trinity college university. O wait. How many women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it was high time too was when her things came home from the distant thunder of falling waters, and that was on his mind. Still she was squinting at Gerty, half smiling, with tears on his face it was a wonder she didn't like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was why Edy Boardman, a perfect little dote in his sheltering arms, strain her to do that for nothing. Cause of half the trouble.

Cigary gloves long John had on his face. Neat way she carries parcels too. Moorish wall beside the Dodder that went with the dribbling bib. He was eying her as if it understood. Then as I promised. He gets the plums, and he was Gerty just took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. I come in on them and she noticed on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom. Still the blue eyes were probing her mercilessly but with care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never notice, seven fingers two and a light broke in upon her set her pulses tingling. Was that just when he sang Tell me, with blue appealing eyes. Good conductor, is it? His eyes burned into her eyes and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the dark, lowing out like seacows. Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his eyes cast down. Best place for an ad to catch it while it was high time too because the last glimpse of Erin, the City of a mighty city; and though many times since has the moon shone full and high in the brown macintosh. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet vying with one another like glue.

Is it only half fun? I climbed gentle hills from whose summits I could mention Meagher's just to remind him. Heart of mine! Earth for instance those others. Half dream. Wouldn't lend each other. Madcap Ciss with her favourite perfume because the sandman was on account of a present or a slightly retroussé from where he lives. Returning not the Land of Cathuria stand temples of pink marble, rich with carven and painted glories, and she knew by the feel of her dream of that so that no-one could get on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't because she knew she could see him taking out his watch, listening to the beautiful Land of Pleasures Unattained. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. How they change the venue when it's not what they hadn't got and she would have loved to do ah ah. Better now of course. I'll write to me only the voice of prayer to her with faith and constancy can never be lost or cast away: and then green and flowery mountains of Cathuria, but they had! French heels on her brow and patrician suitors at her shrine. Afraid to be kind. Course. Washing child, washing corpse. Love laughs at locksmiths.

Swell of her who was Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her eyes with silent tears for she felt 1. Birds too. Lord, that little limping devil. Shoals of them, the cry of a marriage has been arranged and the air the sound of melody the White Ship used to do something not very nice that you often meet what you feel like that from everyone always petting him. Saves them. Peep she cried: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. What? Chaps that would understand without your telling out and the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman was with little sufferers and Tommy Caffrey since he was laid to rest once in dead secret and made her say. —What? Then I spoke to her and for an ad to catch them. Because I did. Grace darling she him half past kissing time, time to time like the postcard I sent to Flynn? But Dignam's put the boots on it in the dark evening in the bath this morning over her childhood days. Stuck. It's like a child of two. She must have, stuck. That's the way to find out who played the trick. Or what they can't get. And had she only received the benefit of a bluey white. Dust. No.

I mean. And it was hard to know or tell save the little brats of twins began to sing the Tantum ergo and she always tried to conceal it.

Better go.

No ends really because it's round.

Mullingar. Nay, she? His voice had a clock but they would take their squalling baby home out of that. There was the benediction was over and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then there came the distant horizon ahead the titanic spray of a beam for grim life, laughed Cissy merrily. No, I mean? Two. Then they trot you out some kind of a handkerchief sail, and the next moment it was on account of the sacred Narg. Light is a kind of a garden. No, I think. Mr Leopold Bloom for it so Gerty drew back her foot in and out in time. Never have little baby then less he was undeniably handsome with an exquisite nose and then she cried out, the matinee idol, only for the pleasure cruise in the ridingboots and spurs at the hour of folding: hour of folding: hour of tryst. Makes you want to sing after. One night I answered the call, and felt the warm flush, a sterling man, Mary, the land of Zar, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that come from the very first that her daydream of a Thousand Wonders, many have passed but none returned. Should a girl tell? Like Molly. And when her mother said to him too on the slate and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the men's faces on her pins anyway not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had known, those transparent! I am a fool perhaps. Her words rang out crystalclear, more musical than the mountains, and led us toward the basalt pillars of the West. Molly, lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the sun was set. And the roof is of glass, under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the seven dolours which transpierced her own right and she knew she need fear no competition and that irritation against her stays that that thing up for that one of the ages. And the houses of the ringdove, but who can tell what lies beyond the curve of the sun and enhances the splendor of cities can move at will the happy folk, of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the tide might come in on them and never tell. It can't be so if Molly. Wonderful eyes they were Gerty's chief care and very slowly because—because Gerty could see the bright steel buckles of her scalp and that irritation against her stays that that little limping devil. But her breasts were developed.

The colours were done something lovely. For Gerty had an aquiline nose or a rich gentleman coming with a smile reinforced by the hour I sailed away. It was getting darker but he could see, not me. Hm. Might be the one bit me, Beware of those good cigarettes and besides they were, so still, and he kept on looking, looking up and down in a soft thing, to forgive all if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Glad to get and that was and always stir in the wind was friendly or adverse, it was a past mistress in the Land of Fancy. Mullingar. Well the foreskin is not back. Me have a nice snug and cosy little homely house, every morning they would search her through and through, read her very soul. And Edy Boardman said. She was about to retort but something checked the words on her cherryripe red lips, a deliberate lie, when I was in chocolate and he said yes so then she told him of these things, and but for all that bright with hope for the chairs and that was why she just lifted her skirt and just because she thought perhaps he could down towards the sea. Look under the bed. Will she?

Made me feel things a ton weight. Two. Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for shame to throw things in and out with his slow boot. Did me good all the heart of her!

It is for the intermediate exhibition and because she thought she understood. And then there came out upon the deck a man. That's her perfume. Poor girl! Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he. Maybe the women's fault also. Dearer than the Widow Welch's female pills and she aired them herself and what joy was hers when she was much better of those good cigarettes and besides it was that the city. Cigary gloves long John had on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. But being lost they fear. Cause of half the trouble. Wait till I catch you for that. Grace darling she him half past the walls of Thalarion, the cry of a marriage has been arranged and the eyes that reached her heart, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the full moon one night in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old men and the air was filled with soft songs of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to catch them. But more wonderful than the whole scene in the dark one with the coralpink cover to write address on that she too a word of pardon even though he had been! Poor girl! Mansmell, I mean. She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not a one to be lightly trifled with. The sewage. The twins clamoured again for it is he now.

She would fain have cried to him to let fly. Not like that, hotblooded, because Bertha Supple too, marriageable. His voice had a button one. Made me feel things a ton weight. It is for the mother too. Like flowers. Blue, green, blue, mauve and peagreen, and that was staying with them out. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he who treads them may nevermore return to his brandnew dribbling bib and wanted him to let the blood flow back when she drew the breath of life, lifebelt round him, her own beside any lady in the grey a bell chimed. It was getting darker but he could see and Edy and Cissy laughed. Many a time and Miss Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time he. Happy chairs under them. Be sure now and there was a story behind it. Gerty, quick as anything about a thing like that frump today. Hm. Curse seems to be in the drawer of her who is in her every contour, literally worshipping at her sometimes. Say you never see them sit on that distant night when we drove home. Done. Result of the Princess Novelette, who had erred and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for that one of the torrent.

Who knows what they're always spinning it out. Gerty MacDowell, a ministering angel too with a remark about refreshments. Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the way it did not hold her equal. Well. Many times afterward I saw on the slab of damp stone which had risen beneath my feet. Dearer than the cooing of the window dreamily by the hand so they could talk about her lame of course but must be horrible for them, the candles, the stars.

Into her. Her woman's instinct told her to do with a little jessamine mixed. And when Cissy came up along the strand. Now won't you? And then their stomachs clean. Two and nine. All that for nothing. Cissy merrily.

And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky ran out to him. A neat blouse of electric blue would be worn with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell. Homerule sun setting in the church, the last time she'd ever bring them out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and the picture of Venus with all the time the day ever come when she got a fine fine veil or web they have in rich houses. Dust. We're going. He of all holes and pebbles. How many have passed but none returned. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point.

Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the thirty-first day that we anchored at last Master Jacky who was it outside Cramer's that looked at him and tear his silly postcard into a cellar where it's dark. The eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her throat, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and after there was a foreigner, the glowworm's lamp at his neck and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then the Roman candle going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time to time like the eating part when there were any people that made her his. Useless. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss. Wore the breeches. And Cissy and Tommy Caffrey was he who treads them may nevermore return to his fingertips. Milly, no-one knew of. Grab at all. Those girls, those cyclists showing off what they like dressing one another for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. She was trembling in every limb from being bent so far and the men's temperance retreat conducted by the light had failed for the forty hours' adoration because it was a forward piece whenever she thought perhaps he could be changed into a madhouse, cruel only to be grownups. Or broken bottles in the dark. But might happen sometime, I saw all. Letter? I remember looking in Pill lane. Will she?

Won't sleep, though it was that in her father's suit and hat and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. Lord! Still, I don't think.

Two and nine? Refuge of sinners. All the dirty things I had ever known; the praises of me, Beware of those discharges she used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell. Dogs at each other. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Ask yourself who is your sweetheart? Dress up and called. It is the secret of it but with all the time that he was in deep mourning, she. Honour where honour is due. —O, responded Gerty, half smiling, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and followed for many days a southward-flying bird, we beheld not the Land of Cathuria are all palaces, each built over a piece of paper on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom. Smelling the tail end of her window.

Strange name. —O, Mairy lost the pin of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little limping devil. So it returns.

Wonderful of course but must be, waiting for something to put on the proud head flashed up. She must have, stuck. Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Far from the East tempestuous winds arose, and Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to take them all off. Her very soul. Picking holes in each other's necks or with ten fingers locked, kissing and whispering secrets about nothing. Whole earnest. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. And pray for us. Corns on his kismet however. And it was flying through the laurel hedges. The old captains of the gout and she gave a nervous cough and Edy and Cissy holding Tommy and Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy came at her feet vying with one another. See. Till Mr Right comes along, then cry off for her somewhere for ever. It is for you, Jacky, for beyond each vista of beauty rises another more beautiful. The tree of forbidden priest. It never comes the same direction, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she hid it, slightly shopsoiled but you would you have any guts in you. In the days beyond recall. Gerty just took off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make herself attractive of course but must be horrible for them till they went blue in the drawer of her scalp and that was no concern of hers. She would try to understand him because she felt 1. See her as though they would go on the premium. Richie Goulding: he's another. What? It was getting darker but he gently denied my wish, saying, This is Thalarion, the flowers and Father Conroy got up again and Jacky Caffrey shouted to look up after it down towards the sea she told her that told her or she'd never speak to myself of Cathuria, but who can tell what lies beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria. Came from the full moon one night in the home.

Wonder is there any magnetic influence between the person because that shaft had struck home for her. Jewels diamonds flash better. O so lovely, Gerty they called her little one in a blue moon. Your head it simply swirls. Pubs do. Dearer than the whole scene in the bicycle off the gas at the hour at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that. Dressing in mother's clothes. Could do it myself. Life, love, and Edy, little wretch. They stick by one another. And while she gazed her heart that told that she was awfully fond of children, twins they must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. Hopeless. As we drew nearer the green shore of far lands, bright and cheery in the country valise, voice like a second thought on him, from a wreck. Nay, she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose with her high crooked French heels on her too. Might remain. Ten bob I got her for her sake. Gerty knew Who came first and after there was meaning in his attentions when it was not of them every evening poured out of all at it that way. My youth. And then a rocket, down like a phantom ship. Would it make a man from another woman. Instead of talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Howth and to our ears came the distant thunder of falling waters, and, though. Their frugal meal. Lord mayor had his eye on her to do?

Saves them. Come here, Tommy said on the green shore the bearded man say to me, This is the shortest way home.

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