#I know 'the man in my heart' speech was corny but at least she sounded assertive

[dedahblog]

Look I am all for Rukia getting soft over Ichigo's open display of affection especially since she never had anyone tell her frankly how much she means to him /her.

However, I think that there's a limit to indulging Ichigo with his mushiness

Rukia's panel is from this by the way

Kaien and Ichigo being both corny sh1t and Rukia giving them judgy looks while they get embarrassed is one of my favorite headcanons.

[emwritesfootball]

Best Friend’s Wedding | Tyrone Mings

being the maid of honour at your best friends wedding and meeting tyrone during the wedding planning process as he is the grooms best man. you get to know each while helping plan the wedding and end up hooking up at the wedding and it turns into a nice relationship that ends up with you married in a few years and your maid of honour and best man are your best friends and they can do a speech at the wedding. idk if it makes sense but i really trust your writing to bring the idea to life lol

Okay so I tried really hard to make this one part because I feel like I could very easily turn this into a mini-series but I hope this oneshot is enough xx thank you for trusting me with this idea, my dear!

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You hadn’t really ever been into football, but your best friend was and it was no surprise to you that she’d landed a footballer and was on her way to becoming your favourite WAG. The day your best friend got engaged to John McGinn was one of the best days of your life. You’d wished you could have been there to celebrate, but you were still on the other side of the country for your job. 

A month later, she asked you to be her Maid of Honour when she came to visit for a long weekend and the two of you spent time looking at all the shops and discussing who the other bridesmaids are and who John’s Best Man and groomsmen were. You were excited to meet Tyrone Mings, especially after you’d Googled him and found out what he looked like. 

You got your wish a couple months later when you went back to help your friend pick out her wedding dress, and you were instantly attracted to him. You were on the taller side for a woman and you’d originally been scared to wear heels to the wedding, but with someone by your side who was almost 2 metres tall, you could definitely wear them. 

Tyrone was funny and charming, making you laugh and blush every time you met him. There was chemistry between the two of you - everyone could see it - but neither of you wanted to do anything about it. You didn’t want to be someone’s wedding fling and he didn’t want to start up anything with a girl who worked on the other side of the country.

When you couldn’t be at an event because of time, work, or distance, Tyrone was the one sending you funny pictures and texts or FaceTiming you in so that everyone could get a chance to say hi to you. Even when there wasn’t anything going on, he would FaceTime you and tell you about his day or the latest match he’d played in. Slowly, you started getting into football, if only so you could have an excuse to text him at least once a day. 

***

Finally, after almost a year and a half of planning, the wedding was finally here! You were in a beautiful burgundy dress, A bright smile on your face as you walked down the aisle with Tyrone, your heart in your throat.

The wedding was beautiful and you knew it was everything your best friend had wanted. You couldn’t help tearing up at little as the two of them read their vows to each other, and you caught Tyrone’s eye; he gave you a small smile and you could see that his eyes were shining with unshed tears as well. 

The reception was magical. You were seated next to Ty and you loved every minute of it. He wouldn’t stop making jokes throughout people’s corny speeches and managed to ensnare you in a game of creating backstories for people not seated at the main table. 

It wasn’t any surprise to your friends when you left with Ty and hooked up with him in your hotel suite next door, relishing the feel of his hands all over your body and the sounds he extracted from your lips. You fell asleep in his arms, both of you vowing that this changed nothing.

***

And it didn’t change anything...at first. You and Tyrone still talked almost every day, but then you both started making plans to visit each other. Whenever you were planning on going back to Birmingham, Ty was the first person you told and he usually met you at the airport or the train station. You always spent your long weekends at his place when you could and vice versa. When the Premier League was on holiday break and he hadn’t been called up for this string of international matches, he was travelling to you to spend his holiday with you.

After about six months of travelling back and forth to each other, both of you finally decided to have The Talk. A week later, you were updating your relationship status and making posts featuring Ty and he was doing the same to you. It felt odd to be in such a public relationship, but as long as you had Ty to centre you, everything would be fine.

Before either of you knew it, you’d been seeing each other for a year. Then two. He proposed to you privately on the day that England qualified for the group stages of the World Cup, posting a picture of the two of you with the ring on your finger with the caption ‘Best Day of my Life.’

The two of you were married after three and a half years of dating and you couldn’t be more excited. You’d asked your best friend to be your Maid of Honour and Ty had asked McGinn to be his Best Man, mirroring their wedding almost four years prior. 

You didn’t leave Ty’s side all night, always touching or kissing or whispering something in each other’s ear. “Can you believe that almost four years ago, we were them?” You murmured to Ty as the two of you were having your first dance, your gaze flickering over to your best friend and McGinn.

Ty huffed a quiet laugh in your ear. “No, but I hope that we’re them in four years - still happily married and so in love with each other.”

“Of course we will,” you said, smiling up at him. “It’s us.”

***

Five years later, after a house and two dogs and a discussion about kids, you and Tyrone were celebrating your fifth anniversary, still just as in love as you’d been on your wedding day. Sure, there had been ups and downs - Ty had moved clubs twice and the two of you had had your fair share of fights - but what mattered was that you were both always there for each other and you worked on your marriage every day.

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Tyrone Tags: @idiotsfc @qwetyronerty

[parismemes]

SENTENCE STARTERS FROM TALES OF SYMPHONIA

“from the moment they are born, everyone has the right to live.” “bah, studying is for chumps.” “i’ve lost all confidence as a man.” “just because the logic is sound, it doesn’t mean it’s right.” “what will you accomplish by dying? nothing! there is no meaning in dying!” “no matter how right your words are, you have to actually carry it out in order for them to have any meaning.” “i forgot to ask what ‘judicious’ was.” “no matter how painful things have been, you just can’t dwell on the past.” “i don't quite get it, but i got it.” “i don't want anyone to make the same mistake i did. no one should have to think that he has to sacrifice his own life.” “um... um... DIE!” “ha, ha. you got re-jec-ted.” “no, i don't understand, that's why i asked. are you stupid or something?” “my stupid actions have killed many people. i don’t know what you did, and your crime won’t go away, but when you’re suffering it’s alright to at least say so.” “men are so useless these days.” “in order to change the world, i must first change myself.” “adults are troublesome creatures. they aren't very good at admitting their mistakes.” “i simply MUST dissect him!” “living on without hope is worse than death, don't you think?” “i cannot die until I fulfill my duty.” “this isn’t a field trip, you know.” “don’t do anything you’ll regret.” “that's why war is so tragic. to win means to make victims of your opponents and give birth to hatred.” “if there really is a goddess, why did she make a world like this?” “it looks like i have an strong affinity for falling down holes.” “you're in for a world of hurt.” “whatever will be, will be.” “you're an obnoxious brat, you know that?” “even now, to tell the truth, I get tired of all the problems. sometimes I think it'd be easier if everyone and everything were just destroyed.” “haha, i don't know what to tell ya. i'm just a weak, lazy bum. all I want is a fun, easy life. that's it- nothing more, nothing less!” “what you've done has caused suffering and death to countless people. can you feel their pain?” “the deeper the wound, the more important it is to overcome it.” “it’s easier to hate than to forgive.” “i like to think that i'm smart enough not to start trouble when i don't understand the situation.” “with revolution comes sacrifice. if you cannot understand that, then you deserve to die with the others.” “wow, that was an amazingly corny speech. congratulations.” “is it a sin to be weak hearted? not everyone's strong. not everyone can stand being despised.” “people are not moved by logic.” “and just who the hell are you?” “you’ve fallen right into my trap, fools!” “do you ever say anything original?” “... i just had a sudden, violent urge to abandon you.” “okay, that's enough. you're not allowed to apologize any more.” “i’m sorry. i didn’t realize what was going on at all. i’m sorry.”

[erikismybitch]

Waiting In Vain: Chapter 11

First Base.

Erik was coming over tonight . It was a spontaneous matter. He was coming to help her install her security doorbell. He told her he wanted to give her a gift , turns out it was just that. “You live alone , you need to know who’s at your door... people prey on women” he told her . She let him know that he probably needed to Install it for her . That was like music to his ears , he just wanted her to invite him over . Erik insisted that she let him do it . “You ain’t gotta pay nobody , I got you”

It was the end of the afternoon. Erik told her he would swing by late night , he was busy. It would be the first time she seen him since that eventful night at the strip club. She was dwelling on how it might be when he came , so instead of letting her anxiety get the best of her , she tried to occupy her time . She was on her living room floor . Watching youtube trying to find out how to add fake braiding hair to her natural style . Marley was a do it yourself type of girl , and never backed down from a challenge. Her living room was full of free strands of kaneklon . Her wild blow dried hair was pinned with every metal clip she could find. She took a deep breath and blew the hair out of her face , this was harder than she thought . This was only braid one .

“Oh my fucking god” frustration overtook her as she un-did the the braid for the third time . Marley started from the beginning , just as the chipper girl on YouTube showed her . Then there was a knock on the door right in the middle of the braid. Marley thought it was a part of the video, until she heard it again. Then it sounded like her door .

“Who is it!” she made her voice aggressive, a tactic she followed ever since she was a child . It always made her feel safe when she was home alone . Like the voice would scare the unwanted away. Silly, she knew that . Nobody responded . She figured it was another one of her elderly neighbors welcoming her . They had been bringing food and plants all week. One woman told Marley she reminded her of her grandchild, and spend the afternoon showing her pictures of her. They looked nothing alike , but Marley wouldn’t dare tell her that .

The knocks continued. She crept to the peep hole and looked out . Erik, who wasn’t supposed to be there until later was standing at her door. “Erik, I thought you were coming later” Marley observed him through the peep hole . He stood back with his feet facing out and apart . His hands held at his front holding the doorbell in a package.

“I’m here now, so open the door” he looked right at the peep hole , as if he could see her . Marley quickly moved to the side and tried her best to lay her big hair down. She really didn’t want him to see her like that . “Marley, what the fuck” Erik was growing impatient.

She opened the door slowly, but stood behind it . Erik walked in, a bit puzzled because he didn’t see her . She shut the door and prepared herself for his lude comments about her hair. He stared at it with big eyes, then began to laugh .

“Don’t laugh at me , I’m in the middle of doing my hair” she ran her hands through it and held it in a ponytail.

“What are you doing to it?” Erik was being sarcastic , he made sure to bug his eyes out for emphasis .

“I’m trying to braid my hair” Marley walked back to her living room and sat down in front of her laptop . Without saying anything , she pointed to the small tool box on her kitchen counter . Along with her power drill that she never really used . “Thank you for doing this”

Erik nodded and grabbed everything he needed to install the security doorbell. Marley continued to do her hair as Erik worked.

He kept the front door open , his glare reverting back and forth from Marley and the doorbell . She was so focused on what she was doing. It was pretty obvious to Erik that this was something she wasn’t good at . She kept cursing, huffing and starting over . He cut on the drill and it made Marley jump, that made him laugh again. But it only frustrated her further more , she tossed her fake hair across the floor .

Erik finished the doorbell with lightning speed, then came inside . Since she had no furniture yet, he sat on her kitchen counter . Marley decided to give up. Her arms were getting tired and her fingers were slightly sore. She took a deep breath and rested her arms behind her . Marleys soft face looked at Erik. He was already staring at her .

“All you need to do is connect your phone to the camera ”

“I feel safer already” she joked.

Erik hopped off the counter . He circled the living room and looked around. “Give me a tour” Erik held his hand out for her to grab, when she did he pulled her up with ease . She pretended not to be phased at how strong he was. Or how cute he was , or how good he smelled or how his dimples made her heartbeat speed up.

“A tour?” Marley asked , seemingly distracted by him. She even forgot that her hair was still a mess.

“Of the apartment”

Marley showed him every room except for hers, that was last . She made sure to give him the excuse that she’s working on getting more stuff . Marley was embarrassed at the fact that her place was so empty . Although Erik didn’t feel she had anything to prove . They stopped at her bedroom door . Marley gave this exaggerated speech about her exuberant room. She told him she didn’t let many people inside of her room. So it was a privilege for him to witness it.

It was light and airy. The wind from the open windows made her sheer curtains flow freely . On her floor was a huge lilac shag rug that made Erik want to take off his shoes and rub his feet on it . It was neat and organized, down the the matching vases full of flowers that sat on her dresser . Right below her flat screen . Erik fought the urge to ask her who molded her TV for her . But that wasn’t his place yet . Ironically, just like her , Eriks found his favorite part was her bed. Big fluffy and white . He thought she had to have at least twenty pillows on it . She plopped herself on it. Erik couldnt help but watch her chest bounce lightly .

“You hungry?” Marley questioned casually but her words lit him up.

“For you, always”

“You real corny”

“You like it though”

Erik was cocky , it had always got him far. He was mysterious to many , those who didn’t know him could literally see the guard he held up . But to know him, was to love him. Erik had a kind heart that he only revealed to a few. Most knew his other side . Erik could be cold , his emotions had the ability to cut off like a switch .

There was a light in Marley the first time he saw her . She smiled and said “Hi” to him. For the first time in his adult life, Erik found himself unsure of what to say. He was always quick and ready for any thing . That night he was stuck, so he decided to move onto something easy and familiar. Tiana.

Back in those past times, Erik admired how Marley was always working and busy . Coming in late all crabbed and tired . While he was fucking Tiana, he wanted to know everything about her day. That’s why he would catch her in the middle of the night in the kitchen. But that unfamiliar emotion would take over him and he always said something to offend her . As if he was punishing her for making him feel a way . It didn’t stop there . Erik enjoyed eating her good left overs when she didn’t come home at nights . He always ate everything she cooked, subconsciously pretending as if she made it for him. One night after he’d Put Tiana to sleep with the power of his penis, he went into her room . It was an oasis and seemed to be displaced in this apartment. It smelled so good, she always smelled so good. Marley had a big bed that was made perfectly. Her closet was filled with shoes like his . On her nightstand laid her iPod, he didn’t even know people still used those . It was connected to a mini speaker . Erik pressed play . Music began to play softly, Stevie Wonder Golden lady . He went home that same night , because he never spent the night . Erik shamelessly played Stevie wonder with thoughts of her . He tried to invade her privacy again the next night . Tiana caught him in her room . He played it off as if he was searching for condoms . Erik laughed about that often . It was amazing to him that she lived in a different apartment , and in such a short time she had managed to make it smell exactly the same.

“We can’t go eat with your hair like th-”

“I’m gonna fix it” She cut him off and went into the bathroom. While she used a spray bottle and some product to form a slick low bun. Erik told her he’d be waiting for her outside in his car. Marley found a hoodie that semi-matched her joggers . She slid on some sneakers and went outside.

Marley didn’t see him at first until he honked . “Of course that’s your car” she spoke to herself . A fancy sports something she didn’t know the name of . It was loud and white . He reached over and opened her door from the passenger side, which was a big step up from him honking . Erik took off down the road , driving past the speed limit . Marley didn’t fret because she drove fast too . He got on the freeway , Erik didn’t say much . Just mentioned that he wanted Mexican food, and he could only eat from one spot . Marley thought it was a little dramatic , it was a bit far from her house . Then again, looking at it as a person who loved good , maybe it was that good .

Erik exited at a part of the city that Marley didn’t frequent . He was taking her to the hood. Not that she felt too good to be here, she just didn’t have a reason to . Marley didn’t have a stuck-up bone in her body . If anything , places like this humbled her . Same with Erik . He wanted to see if she’d be comfortable in the setting , humility was important to him.

He parked in front of a hole in the wall Mexican restaurant. There was an unnatural amount of litter on the sidewalk and a middle aged homeless man who was asking for change . Erik ignored him , while Marley promised to take care of him on her way back out if he was still around.

For the place to be so run down. There were quite a few people eating inside . There were small booths with pepper sauce and napkins on the tables . Erik told Marley to sit down while he ordered for the both of them . Marley liked how he had taken charge, but warned him not to get her anything too spicy . She was easy like that . Erik ordered and stood at the pick up window for a long while . He scrolled through his phone casually, sometimes glancing at his surroundings and checking Marley out . They called his order number and he brought it back to the table . A platter of tacos with different meat, and sides of rice and beans. Two Mexican Cokes and pickled carrots. Marley was impressed , and wasted no time telling him so . He flaunted because he knew she’d like it .

They began eating , and conversing about everything under the sun . She spoke with food still slightly in her mouth and when she drank her soda she burped . Giving Erik a small look at the real her , without even knowing it. Erik thought she was so pretty , without even trying . It was the small things . Especially her loud laugh. She was laughing at something he said about a movie that they both had recently seen. Some super hero flick that they agreed wasn’t that good .

“Would you rather be a hero or a villain in a movie?” Marley asked him . She would bet her money that Erik wanted to be a villain . Erik played the villain in her life for a little while.

“You go first” he licked the salsa off his fingers and awaited her answer . Marley shrugged her shoulders slowly , she had asked that question without coming up with an answer of her own .

“I’m always somewhere in the middle. I’d probably be the hero’s love interest who died and he avenged my death” Marley took a sip of coke and began eating another taco , even though she was getting full .

“Damn girl”

“You’d be a villain huh?” Marley cheesed because she knew she was right .

“Definitely a villain, who wins”

Marley clasped her hands together and sprung her grand idea into action. “You would be the villain who killed me and the hero had to kill you” she stared off into space imagining the visual.

“Or I was in love with you and killed the hero for not protecting you from death”

Her eyes cut straight back to him , she was stunned. Especially with those words “love” and “you” formed together in a sentence .

“Did we just write a blockbuster smash ?” .

“We did, Marley”

The little smile she let out after he said her name left him curious . So he said her name again making her smile ever harder . Her version of blushing ,she tried to hide it with the bite of a taco . He found it adorable that he could make her nervous . But she could also be herself too. Erik was learning that Marley had these soft spots . When he got close to her , looked in her eyes too long , or said something provocative. And now , it was the way he said her name .

“What exactly do you think about me?”

Erik was also learning that he didn’t have her all figured out the way he thought . He didn’t know exactly what she meant with that question.

“What kind of question is that ?” Erik diverted with another question because he was unable to answer it .

“It’s a valid one” Marley’s tone was a little more straightforward now.

“Well...” he looked heavenward then back down before he spoke again . “That’s not a question I’m ready to answer right now”

“Judging on how we ended up in this situation, I need to know that I’m not making a mistake by entertaining you”

“So I’m just entertainment ?”

They both took a step back , not a literal one but just a moment. Marley thought she could have phrased that better . Considering that dealing with feelings head on may not be his strong suit. Erik didn’t want to make her upset, based on how he treated her in the past he understood the conflict. She opened up her mouth to speak, but Erik thought his response was more important. He interrupted her.

“Im here with you cause’...I want to be” it was plain and simple just like that .

Markey didn’t know if it was the itis that had kicked in and relaxed her . But that was actually enough validation for her . Right now. It was enough to get them started on whatever journey they were taking.

They finished their food , and since Erik paid , Marley cleared the table before they left . They both walked the garbage filled pathway to his car . The homeless man from before had gone . In his place an intolerably drunk man was approaching Marley’s side . Erik casually gripped her waist and moved her out the way , closer to him. The drunk man mouthed a few unrecognizable words but they just ignored him. And when he got too close to Marley again, Erik wasted no time threatening him . She felt protected in that moment. It was ironic though . In a sense Erik was the one who put her in the face of harm, but he wouldn’t let anything harm her.

He opened her car door from the outside this time . She got inside , and he soon followed . Strategically, Erik turned the volume up on his car audio. To Marley’s liking, Stevie wonder was playing . She stared out the window and hummed the melody to Visions ... she found it funny. A song she listened to when things weren’t going well . Visions, a song that asked the question, will things be better as if I imagined them. Maybe it was a sign that things were looking up for her .

He padded her thigh and let his hand remain there , she snapped out of Wonderland and turned to him. “You good?” He noticed how she had zoned out. She nodded.

“I just really love this song, that’s all”

Marley glanced at his hand, and fought the urge to slide her fingers in between his . Holding hands was one of the ultimate signs of affection to her . But if he pulled back , she couldn’t handle that rejection. So she did nothing , just allowed him to rest his hand there . Affection wasn’t the only thing she wanted to feel , Eriks hand was at the top of her thigh signaling her blood to rush to the pleasure points of her body . She cleared her throat and released tension .

“You liked the food huh” He basically told her .

“Hella good” Marley joked about how that might be her new Taco spot . Erik said it was cool, as long as he was with her every time . That was a deal she happily made . He soon pulled up to her apartment complex and found a spot right in front of the fountain . The water was all they could hear on account of the cars silence. Marley wanted him to come inside badly . She wasn’t sure if sex was the right thing to do so soon, but her body said otherwise. He wasn’t moving .

“Alright then” he hit her thigh softly , in a “be on your way” type of manner . Then placed it back on the wheel .

“Bye, thanks” The look disappointment she could not cover. He could tell too. Right as she opened the door to exit, Erik grabbed her back inside by her left arm.

“It’s not that I don’t want to come in” he gave her a once-over . “Trust me ,I do... I do for real I do” he repeated himself .

“It’s okay” that look of dissipointment was still there.

“I put some stuff off to see you early, it can’t wait” Erik didn’t want Marley to feel like he was pushing her away.

“ I said it’s okay” she sounded as if she was trying to convince herself as well as him.

“You had that look on your face , I just had to let you know” her face crept into a smile . All Erik did was make her smile this day . A big change from how they used to be. Erik intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed her palm . “Bye...be good, answer when I call”

“I promise” she took her hand back . He melted at the innocence in her voice. Marley shut his door and let him go. She walked to her complex entrance , Erik waited until she shut the lobby door to pull off .

“Promise , who says promise !” She palmed her face in embarrassment. A few tenants were in the lobby staring at her oddly for talking to herself . But she didn’t care , all she cared about was Erik .

[arsyeong]

[7] thief | ijb.

o n e  /  t w o  /  t h r e e  /  f o u r  /  f i v e  /  s i x  /  e i g h t

summary: the thief is back once more but what he steals from you is worth more than everything else you owned. word count: 2,800

a/n: i am a division 2 anti but that album was LEGENDARY. spinning top has literally ZERO SKIPS; every song is a MASTERPIECE. how we had 2jae for the chorus and youngjae’s scenes. i am absolutely IN LOVE. we may not have broke our record but let’s keep on streaming eclipse! this ART deserves it! jaebeom deserves it! got7 deserves this! LET’S GO, PHOENIXES! i’m also looking to end this next week hehe hope you like this :D

It was a sunny Wednesday in winter.

There were still big chunks of snow on the ground and it was freezing, but at least your job wasn’t as hard as it was during the fall. You walk with a small smile on your face, admiring your little town as you head to the Inner Inn.

When your destination was in sight, your grin widens and you jog toward it. It’s warm when you enter, both the temperature and the atmosphere. Julie greets you with a welcoming smile from the counter and you walk to her.

“Good morning, Julie!” you cheerfully singsong, and she laughs at your energy.

“My, my, my,” she goes, “It may be winter but you’re still your blooming and bubbly self.” You blush at the sudden compliment – when do you not turn red at good words for you? – and you watch her look around the place. “Did you come here for Bambam?”

You’re tempted to lie but you’re given away by your smile brightening. “As a matter of fact, I did,” you say, “but I still did want to see you too.”

“How am I to know you’re not just saying that to win my affection as his mother?”

“Because I know I’ve already won that,” you breeze, immediately regretting it after seeing the surprised look in her eye, “I was joking.”

“I see his confidence has rubbed off on you,” she comments before her sweet smile returns, “but that’s okay. It’s only right for you to know your worth.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to express your delight at your assumed meaning of her statement.

When she pulls out a piece of paper, though, any giddy feeling was immediately wiped out.

Julie looks at you nervously. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you manage to say, but you were already on the brink of getting lost in the memory of that night, “Is that what I think it is?”

She nods grimly and you feel the entire atmosphere change. Without a word, she hands you the paper, but you’re quite reluctant to read it. After trying so hard to forget about how desperate you came off the last time you were with JB, you just couldn’t get yourself to read something from him.

“The thief dropped it off this morning,” she says, probably thinking you’ve read it when all you’ve done is stare down at it and process nothing, “Seeing as you’ve helped the others before, I thought of asking you too, especially since you came at such an ideal time.”

As if on cue, the front door slams open. You and Julie direct your gaze to the newcomers and you see Bambam heading toward you angrily, his friend Mina closing the door behind him.

“You got a note from the thief and decided to ask (Y/N) first?” Bambam glares at his mother. “When you could have asked us instead? You know how tired she was the last time she helped out.”

“I don’t expect her to agree,” says Julie, “She’s free to say no!”

“You and I both know she can’t say no to helping out.”

Curiosity overwhelms your ill feelings and you tune out their argument to read JB’s note.

I’m to waltz into the Inner Inn at 12 midnight, it reads. With love, JB.

With his usage of ‘waltz,’ he seems like a different person to you. You couldn’t imagine the Jaebeom you know waltzing; you can’t help but think he would prefer something more edgy. For a moment, you wonder if he ever gets bored of the elegant speech he uses for stealing (since he talks so casually to you), then you remember that this wasn’t the Jaebeom you knew. This was JB – elegant and eloquent JB, thief JB.

“Stop arguing!” Mina screams, cutting your through your thoughts and silencing the mother and son. All eyes turn to her. “Instead of fighting, I say we think of a way to catch him.”

“Yeah!” Bambam immediately agrees. “Imagine the fame we’d get if we do!”

“That wasn’t what I meant.”

Julie ignores her son’s comment and turns away from him to you and Mina. “You’re right: we should catch him. But how should we do it?”

“We’ll use the ambush strategy Mark did!” suggest Bambam, energetic and smiling once more. “But we’ll get the entire town to help us this time. Let’s finally put an end to his stealing career!”

You wince at his last statement. The last of Jaebeom you’ve been in contact with may have been cold and uncaring, but he was still Jaebeom. No matter what personal frustration you have for him, you still didn’t want him in jail.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

You snap back to reality once more and find the three of them staring at you with a shared concerned look. Your fear for him going to jail must have shown on your face, so you smile to erase it. “Yeah,” you assure them, “Zoned out for a bit. What were you saying?”

In the corner of your eye, you see the ends of Bambam’s lips turn up a bit, worried expression melting into a softer one.

“I asked if you were in on catching this thief,” she says, and your attention is back on her.

“I also said you don’t have to if you don’t want to or can’t,” your man of interest chimes in, “and that I’ll be with you if you do plan on coming.”

“That’s so sweet of you, Bam,” coos his mom, looking at her son with a surprised yet loving look. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, waiting for you to say something.

“I,” you start before thinking through what you’re going to say again. “I don’t think you would need to do that,” his frowns his confusion and quickly say, “I’m not coming.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

“I mean it this time,” you say, trying to sound firm with your decision – maybe it would convince you too.

Bambam opens his mouth to speak but his mother cuts in, “Well, if you change your mind, I think coming here between 10PM to midnight is the ideal time?”

“It is,” you nod, keeping your eyes on Bambam, “I’ll think about it but I’m quite sure I mean it this time.”

He looks defeated and you offer him a consoling smile. You have a feeling he had wanted to be your hero as a means of winning you over.

“I guess I should get going now,” you tell the little group, “Good luck later.”

You walk away facing them and let out a breath as soon as you’ve shut the door behind you, away from their sight. Suddenly, it was hard to admire the snow-covered town.

Your thoughts were filled with the memories of that night – how he had looked at you, how he had uttered the words ‘you’re amazing,’ how he had walked away, how desperate you had sounded, how he seemed to have softened, only to push you away when you thought you finally had him.

Before you knew it, you had walked to the place of the incident.

The spring was different during the day, mostly because there were a lot of people around. Most of the times you’ve been here before, it had been at night and you were alone. With Jaebeom.

You spot your usual place and stare at it, letting more memories (more positive ones) wash over you.

You remember the corny jokes he had told you, the cheesy pick-up lines he had practiced on you, the stories of himself he’d shared, the little things about him that he was so open about.

You remember his smile, the way his eyes would sparkle before it narrows to two dark lines as his teeth showed. You recall the two moles above his left eye, the ones you always swept his hair away to see, and the mole on the same side of his face. You remember the way he would sit with his knees pulled up to his chest, allowing him to rock back and forth a bit when he laughed and making him look smaller than he is.

Reminiscing on all of this made you miss Jaebeom. A lot.

You miss the way he would look at you while he listens to you talk about how tiring your job is, the small but reassuring smile he would give you after his small encouragements, the way his hair would take the soft breeze and move around a bit, the way he would always be there and waiting for you by the time you arrive. You miss him and his different tones of voice, his openness, his weirdness, his everything.

He didn’t only leave you with a ton of unanswered questions. He also left you feeling empty and longing for him.

As you make your way back to your house, you can’t help but wonder why you were feeling this way. Ever since you had met him at (Y/F/N)’s mansion, you couldn’t get him out of your mind for multiple reasons. You had wanted to see him again after your first encounter, wanted to catch him after your second and then wanted to keep seeing him as friends after your third. You always had a motivation to see him, and most of the time, the motivation was Jaebeom himself.

You were just about to open your door when the answer struck you. Of course.

You liked him.

You felt the same when you were still pining for Bambam. Maybe you’d been subconsciously aware you’ve liked him for some time, but you just didn’t know exactly how much you did, so you paid it no mind. It could be infatuation or full on love, you didn’t know, but you liked him.

A lot.

After your realization that morning, it was impossible to convince yourself to stay at home when you had the chance to see him. 

You leave your house an hour before midnight, trying not to rush or do anything that might portray excitement. To keep yourself busy and to give yourself a motivation to turn back, you think about Bambam.

You couldn’t believe that, after all these years of unrequited love with him, your heart was filled with someone else at the same time he’d decided his heart was for you. It made you quite guilty, thinking about Jaebeom when Bambam was there. The two of you hadn’t added a label to match with your feelings, but you had been acting like you were actually in a relationship, which must be why you were feeling like you were cheating on him.

Which of them was the right person at the wrong time and the wrong person at the right time? Were they even under one of those? You can’t help but wonder.

Your arrival at the Inner Inn pulls you from your thoughts. With a deep breath, you push the door open and enter.

It was empty.

“Hello?” you call out, walking toward the counter and looking around. You ring the bell but, even after a few seconds, no one comes to you.

“THIEF! THIEF!”

The sudden scream had you bolting out of the inn as fast as you can. You stand in the middle of the road, looking around and trying to identify the direction where the scream came from. When you turn front again, a figure was rushing toward you.

“I’m kind of pressed for time tonight,” JB chuckles between pants. “Could you look the other way?”

“Jaebeom,” you breathe out, feeling your heart rate increase.

“WHERE’D HE GO?”

“(Y/N),” he presses, looking back anxiously. His eyes were filled with desperation, waiting for you to say something that’d make him feel safe.

“Oh,” you say, “I never saw you.”

His eyes widen. “Really? You’ll do that for me? Even after-“

“It’s for you,” you say hurriedly, “Of course I will.”

For a second, you’re wondering if he got your message. In the next second, his lips were on yours.

You wanted to hold him and keep him pressed against you. You didn’t want to part from him, you wanted to stay in that moment forever, but you couldn’t freeze time and you couldn’t hold the other villagers off. The second after you connected, he was gone.

You stare off in the direction he went, squinting for one last look but seeing nothing. It was as if he vanished into thin air.

Huh, was all you could think of, so that was what kissing was like.

“(Y/N)!”

You turn and find everyone running up to you – Vana, Ivan, Julie, Mina, Jinyoung, Yeeun, Iyah, Meryll, Mark, (Y/F/N) and … Bambam.

“He slipped right by us!” Mark groans. “We had him!”

“We think he went this way,” Mina says before looking at you questioningly, “Uh, did he?”

You shake your head no even if you were still stuck in the moment that had passed. “He really didn’t?”

“That JB is some fox,” you hear Jinyoung grumble.

“He couldn’t have gotten that far yet,” says Yeeun, “I say let’s split up.”

The rest of them do so without another word. You’re left with Bambam.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he says, walking over to you with a mixed look of confusion and concern. You couldn’t bear to look at him, not after what just happened. “(Y/N),” he says again. He reaches out to hold you by your sides, but you don’t even let him touch you, and you don’t miss the hurt that passes his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I just wanted to check up on you guys,” you tell him, intentionally referring to them in general and not just him. You knew him well enough to know he’d pick up on that and, when he does, he takes a step away from you.

“Oh,” he says, and you knew something would be off between you from then on. You didn’t know whether to thank his ‘best friend senses’ or feel bad that he has them. He read through you so quickly.

It takes him a few seconds of silence before he whispers, “You know I’ll always support you, right?”

That’s what makes you look up into his eyes – big, beautiful and sparkling like a star at night. There’s fear and hurt flashing through them, but the rest was just … you.

“You’ll keep being my best friend,” he whispers, “no matter what.”

His words made you want to cry. When he takes a step to you and takes your hand, you’re too emotional and focused on trying to suppress your tears to push him away. “We’ll still go through this life hand in hand like we used to,” he continues, “Nothing’s going to change that.”

“Bambam,” you can’t help but say, and your eyes meet with his shining ones. It hurt that the ‘shine’ came from the tears he, too, must be trying to hold in.

In that moment you held eye contact, you got a sense that he knew. He knew things weren’t going to be the same between the two of you starting now, that your relationship wouldn’t continue as it had been for the past few days. Maybe he even knew there was someone else, and he had a good idea who.

You were in his arms before you could even finish any other thought-sentence, and he pulls you closer to him but his hands were gentle on your back. “Thank you,” is what you whisper to him as you bury your face into his chest while he nuzzles his on your shoulder.

“Anything for you.”

You stay like that until you can’t. He has a one-sided smile for you when he pulls away. “I’d like to hear about it one day,” he says, catching you off-guard, “All the details, you know how I like your stories.”

He even sends you a playful wink, and you scoff. “After sharing such an emotional moment, you’re thinking weirdly again?” you ask him in disbelief, and he shrugs with a smile on his face, “Only you, Bam. Only you.”

The two of you start laughing.

“You know,” he says once he’s calmed down, “I’d walk you home but I’m internally still hurt and crying. Would you mind if I sit out on this one?”

You wince but you nod, trying to give him a friendly smile even as the guilt comes crashing back in waves. “I think I can make it home alright.”

“Thanks,” he says. “See ‘ya around, (Y/N).”

With a final pat on your back and a lopsided grin, he jogs away. You watch him until you can’t and then you head back home with your own smile on your face, your heart lighter than it had in a long time.

p r e v i o u s  /  n e x t

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mother knows best [oneshot]

100 Prompts: Advice Attack on Titan | Eremika

Summary: "Watch out for the smooth talkers," the young Ackerman wondered why her mom was even telling her this as a child. Nevertheless, Mikasa grew up believing the charming, romantic fellows were the real chumps. "They know exactly what to say, and how to say it to get you wrapped around their finger."

A/N: bc seriously honestly sometimes I wonder how Mikasa would react if Eren was actually sweet towards her. Also I apologize if my understanding of military leave/discharge is incorrect. Although I can’t stand inaccuracies, I just couldn’t figure it out heh. Anyway enjoy! Review!! I love to hear what you think.

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For as long as Mikasa could remember, there was one piece of advice her mother used to tell her all the time. It was quite obscure, for she was young, and she never quite understood before why her mom emphasized it so much.

But whenever she would see some cheesy commercial for a film where a man wore a confident smile and knew exactly what to say, Mrs. Ackerman would brush her daughter’s hair out of her face and made sure she knew: “watch out for the smooth talkers.”

Or perhaps it was a corny children’s fairytale book, or a charming young musician on the streets with a fancy lute and the voice of an angel. Regardless, Mikasa indeed grew up believing the romantic fellows were the real chumps.

And when she asked why as she got older, she learned it was: “because they’ve had experience talking to too many girls. They know exactly what to say, and how to say it to get you wrapped around their finger. It’s always the awkward, nervous ones that are the most sincere.”

“I've had many suitors when I was a teenager,” young Mikasa wondered why her mom was even telling her this as a child. “Many of them were such corny ‘Prince Charmings’ who were so experienced with sweeping me off of my feet. Well, let me tell you something, dear: they were always only after one thing.”

When eight-year-old Mikasa asked what it was, her mother just gave her a look, “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“What about dad?” she asked innocently.

“Oh, your father was so awkward, I almost felt sorry for him!” the woman chuckled.

“Thanks, dear,” her father responds sarcastically.

“But look at him, he loves me with all his heart. And he only ever said it when he truly meant it, not when he just wanted something from me.” her mother finished, giving her husband a kiss on the forehead. Mikasa smiled happily.

Alas, Mrs. Ackerman never got to tell Mikasa what it was that those smooth-talking men were after. But after joining the military and being exposed to a bunch of hormonal teenagers, she got the idea.

Eleven years later, the world was once again kind to the idea of settling down and having a family. Mikasa sat in the mess hall at the ripe age of 19, and the memory of her mother’s advice had crossed her mind when Jean stood in front of her- shoulders hunched, cheeks tinged pink, and words sitting on the tip of his tongue.

“Uh hi,” Jean told her ungracefully.

“Hey.”

“So, um, can I have a word with you?”

“Sure, what's up?” He looked like he was ready to eat his own ass.

He shifted uncomfortably. “I have to tell you something.” She nodded slowly. “I should tell you something.”

“Okay, shoot,” she turned to give him her undivided attention, and if anything it probably just made him even more nervous. She watched him, concerned. Maybe it was Armin or Eren related. So she was surprised when he said, a little too quickly:

“Well, I uhh…” he started clumsily, “…I-I think you fight well. I mean, I’m sure you already know that. You could be better though, but I mean, there’s always room to improve, even if you’re really smart and skilled.”

“You wanted to criticize my fighting?” she looked at him funny.

“No, no!” he began to panic, waving his hands in front of him as she tried not to laugh at the distressed man before her.

“Go on,” she urged.

“Ugh okay, um- I really like you, Mikasa. When I first met you I, I don't know, I just...you're so pretty, and so dedicated and, ugh, I probably look really stupid to you right now.”

Mikasa smiled and almost felt sorry for the kid. He was way past stumbling over his words.

“Thank you,” she suppressed a giggle, and he choked a little at how adorable she sounded. The sound of Mikasa Ackerman laughing was not a very common phenomenon after all. “And no, you don’t look stupid.”

“O-oh, okay, uh,” he tried to continue, his words spilling out faster than he intended. “I hope it’s not weird or anything- not that it should be. Awkward maybe. I mean, I’m feeling pretty awkward...fuck.”

“Jean,” she laughed. “Relax. What is it?”

The young man took a deep breath and began slowly, “But...I think we’ve known each other for such a long time, and we’ve been through thick and thin together. I’ve seen you at your worst, and what I felt for you from the start hasn’t gone away.” Jean’s ears were heating up so much, he felt like his hair would catch on fire any minute now. He suddenly realized that his hands were just awkwardly at his side and he started tapping one foot on the ground in sheer apprehension.

“I think...I love you.” he finished, refusing to look her in the eye. Mikasa smiled softly, but her lack of enthusiasm had given him an unsettling feeling.

“That's sweet, Jean.”

He sighed, “But?”

Her smile faltered, “I can't.”

“Why not?”

“I just can't love anyone like that,” she gestured for him to sit across from her at the table, since he seemed like he was about to pass out after that whole speech. “It’s never been something I bothered with. Relationships, I mean. It’s just...not me.”

He looked at her, seeing right through the lies. “Not you huh?”

“Yeah,” she, but she was able to maintain eye contact. “I don’t think I would be the best person to want to pursue a romantic relationship with.”

“Even after the war is over?” he asked her, and it was her turn to avoid eye contact. “Even after there’s nothing else that’s holding you back besides yourself?”

“Don’t assume things, Jean.” she warned, and the man sighed in defeat.

“Then don’t lie to me,” he told her softly, “you love Jeager.”

“What?” She seemed more surprised than anything. “He's not- I'm...he's family.” She blushed, and it reminded them both of when she was a teenager who was completely in denial.

“Cut the bullshit, Mikasa, you’ve been saying that since we were 15 and everyone knows it.” She looked at him warningly, afraid to tell him not to talk to her like that despite being correct. It was hard for her to say anything when she had backed herself into a corner.

He sighed again, guilt washing over him as he observed her conflicted countenance. “Look, I just wanted you to know, okay? It was awkward and scary as hell, but in case you wonder if you’re ever enough, I...I think you are.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Nah don't be. Jeager is a lucky idiot.” The soldier laughed. “At least now I have the closure to move on.”

“Hm,” she hummed in response. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” he scoffed, “for what?”

Mikasa ran a stressed hand through her hair, unable to clarify. “Thanks for understanding.”

“No problem,” Jean stood up, giving her small wave as he walked off. “Take care, Mikasa.”

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It wasn’t very long after the war ended that Mikasa decided she might want to do something else with her life. As much as Armin was their third musketeer, he already had, without hesitation, decided there was more to his own story than remaining in the military just because his best friends did.

They were given two weeks of military leave after the war was officially over,  to relax and decide if they still wanted to remain employed by the military. So for two agonizing weeks, the young soldier was torn between staying for him, and leaving to start new somewhere else.

She started her two weeks with Armin back in the Shiganshina district, helping him get settled into a new house. Then her second week was spent with Eren at a beach house. Though the former didn’t exactly help her case, since he insisted she should definitely go find her happiness somewhere else.

Despite the fact that Mikasa decided that Armin was right, the decision was still up in the air, and she just refused to grab it. Even after picking up her papers for military discharge, she was still full of hesitation. She sat in her rented room, a stack of papers in her lap staring back up at her.

“Hey,” he walks in without knocking.

“Hi.”

“So you’re not staying,” he tells her, eyeing the papers labeled 'discharge’ on her lap, though it was more of a question. She remained silent, but he understood. “I’m not going to make you stay. Hell, I didn’t even tell you to join in the first place.”

“Ah, yeah yeah, I know.”

“No, I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he told her gently, and it was new. She had expected him to finish his sentence by berating her yet again about how she had fucked herself over and irritated him endlessly by following him into the military.

“If you want to go,” he looked her in the eye and she stumbled over her heart. “I’m not going to stop you.”

“Hm. So how was Stohess?” she changed the subject. While Mikasa was with Armin, Eren started his two weeks in the inner wall, as Historia had requested he stay for awhile to celebrate and be honored.

“Mmm, boring,” he answered, sitting himself at the edge of her bed and laying down, hands supporting his head like a pillow. “It was a whole week of listening to a bunch of stuck up aristocrats telling me that I did a great job.”

“What was wrong with that?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed and scooted himself up so that he was beside her, and started fidgeting with the end of her scarf. “The war had just ended, and everything was still so fresh. It was too soon, I guess. Maybe it would have been nice to have that week just to myself to think about everything we’ve been through.”

“I understand,” she stroked his hair and he leaned into her touch. Mikasa smiled at his reaction to her act of physical contact. “We never really got the time to grieve properly.”

“Exactly, that’s why I came here after.” Eren agreed as his eyelids began to feel heavy. “Oh, and I had to dress up and everything.”

Mikasa laughed. “Didn’t you like all the attention?”

“Yeah, it was nice I suppose. But I never did what I did for the recognition.”

“So what did you do it for, then?” she already knew the answer: vengeance, spitefulness, pure hatred. But maybe somewhere along the line his answer might have changed.

“For mom, duh.”

“Oh.” she responded, “And for humanity?”

“I mean, humanity fucking hated me for a hot minute, so...” he trailed off. She laughed softly and he looked up at her with a smile. “I also did it for you.”

The young woman felt her heart stutter. “For me?”

“Yeah. Well I mean, not at first, when I was an angry 15-year-old idiot with a one track mind,” the shifter laughed. He shifted so that he laid his head on her lap and she welcomed him naturally. “But after a while, I guess my motives changed or whatever. I saw how I almost lost you and Armin and I realized, what am I really fighting for? What was I really fighting to keep safe?”

“Did you figure it out?”

“Of course.” he looked up at her. “I thought a lot about how you were always there for me when we were apart. So I vowed to fight to keep us both alive, so that we can have a happy ending too. I didn't really want to tell you back then because I didn't need you throwing yourself in harm's way for me any more than you already did. But you were a big reason I kept fighting, Mikasa. Especially after it got really hard to want to keep going. Because I love you.”

She smiled, “I love you too.”

He sat up and suddenly she felt how close he was to her. “No, I mean...I love you.” He lifted her chin so that she was looking at him, and he almost laughed at how adorable she was. He had never quite seen the notorious and self-assured Mikasa look so vulnerable and flustered.

He looked down at her lips.

“I love you, Mikasa,” he repeated and amusement filled him from head to toe when he realized he probably broke her. “Thank you for being there for me since the beginning. And...you know, now that it's all over, the only thing that seems right is to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Mikasa’s heart simultaneously slowed down and sped up, as the realization of his confession slowly caught on. She only seemed to understand what was going on when he leaned down and gently pressed his lips onto hers, hoping she would meet him halfway.

It was strange, Mikasa thought, as she replayed both memories in her head side by side. Jean, who had supposedly been infatuated with her since the beginning, had done exactly what her mother had told her was sincere and honest. Meanwhile, Eren’s smooth, flawless declaration of his love for her had her thinking.

So when she clumsily pulled back and let an awkward question slip through her lips, they both found themselves confused and quite shocked.

“...What?”

It took him a minute to process her question, due to how ridiculous it just seemed to him.

Mikasa appeared to tense up nervously. She felt awkward and embarrassed enough to ask once, she really didn’t want to ask again. So she took a deep breath and repeated herself, “Have you been with other girls?”

Eren seemed to get it this time, but it still seemed so absurd. “Mikasa, we grew up together, don’t you think you would have known? What kind of question is this?”

“My...my mom used to tell me when I was younger: that if someone confessed to me so flawlessly and smoothly it's probably because he's had lots of experience with other girls. You know, like he knows what to say and how to say it so I’ll give him what he wants.”

“I see,” Eren pulled back, both amused and also a little bewildered.

The dark-haired girl continued, “And if he's all awkward it's probably because he's sincere and hasn't had much experience trying to get into bed with many women.”

“Ah,” he nodded in understanding, and kept his gaze on her.

“You just seemed so sure of yourself; Jean looked like he was about to explode when he told me he loved me too.”

He let it all sink in and waited a moment before telling her, “Well no, I've never been involved with anyone. It was never the right time and I never really cared for that crap before.”

“And you do now?”

“Yeah,” he answered without hesitation, his soft but intense gaze was making her melt. “I do.”

“Stop looking at me like that,” she turned away, blushing, “it's weird.”

“You're the one asking weird questions,” he chuckled, moving some hair behind her ear.

He thought it was cute how awkward she was being about this whole thing. “I’m not experienced with talking to girls, Mikasa. I’m just comfortable around you.” He settled into her lap again and played with her hair. “You feel like home to me. There’s no need for all the butterflies in my stomach, sweaty palms, foot stuck in my mouth crap. In fact, it’s the opposite, I feel more relaxed around you, and that’s how I know I love you.”

“Okay,” she blushed immensely at her lame answer.

But before Eren could make fun of her for it, his eyes shot open as he realized something, “Also, what do you mean Jean told you he loves you?!”

[rennyji]

July 21st Morning Tweets...

July 21st Morning Tweets...

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So in the third mentioning of some of the epic Indian Mohanlal movies is the movie:“Yodha”-  not Star Wars yodha or is that Yoda?!- I feel YodHa is a movie ahead of its time, and am surprised that for that time period, the creators had the imagination and budget. It’s a movie about a man who travels to Nepal and rescues one of those Enlightened bald Buddha like kids from something evil, as he is destined to be a protector. The boy is referred to as “Rimpochay” but is nicknamed “Unni  Kutta” based on how his bald head reminds the main character of an egg. One of the advice passed onto Rimpochay, while they’re on the run, is, always be and look ur best. Mohanlal’s words, I believe, are to “look smart”. I think all Indians at one time or another,  before America were about ironing their clothes, shaving, looking their best. I think the Brits still have this idea. To be at the risk of being conceited, when my balding fat self goes places, it’d be nice if the superficial orchestrators stopped using my cultural practices for entertainment. Whatever I am, however I am, I’m just a regular guy, minding his own business.

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After a decade of nonsense and degrading cr*p, using some things I wanted to pass on, after literally having my senses restored from removing myself from some things, the secondary orchestrators (different from the primary) may try to sum up the entirety of their phenomena as something spiritual and magical from whats passed on a decade later. In the Bible, it’s projected that we shouldn’t judge others. Why? Because what you see in an instant of time is the amalgamation of several preceding past incidents, emotions, memories, thought process, personal interactions, and so much more…without any of that, who the h*ll are any of us to judge another…But that doesn’t apply to the phenomena…you actually “know” it’s happening vs me, that too from the beginning, middle, and end. Don’t insult words and actions that stand out in the world or our minds, by comparing a disgusting scenario as something that also stands out, based on some interesting incidents in passing. To the orchestrators, how low will you go with evading personal space for entertainment? Will you even intrude in a prayer to Almighty God for your ends? I mean what do you say to that?

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So I admire the gentleness in most women and the femininity to their voices...but I've also come to admire strength. A decade, a decade and a half ago, with the my same appreciation for nice things, beauty, and in that spirit: beautiful women, I think, when it came to looking towards serious things like a future, I would've settled on any pretty face. After a decade and a half in h*ll, where I face off against America, their sadistic government, law enforcement, military (who like to watch you bleed before taking ur life in whatever advanced means at their disposal), the America who mislead the entire world, being against me, I have one additional criteria to nice smiles in my life partner...

I need a strong woman like in the first clip...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tH1FzD1YY8

-I need a woman who I can face off armies with, figurative and maybe even literal (as who knows what America will do with mind reading/mind control, and then combining it with my perspectives on religion to result in crowds being sedated rather than acting on/living the perspective).

-Note the second clip. I mean white, black, brown, East Asian translucent to yellowish tan, whatever...ultimately, I need a woman who's insightful and will able to exercise her anger and powers of communication. I need a woman of strength. 

-From 300, Check out Leonidas's wife amidst the Spartan council/her speech, and how she doesn't cry when humiliated by the man towards the end, but acts accordingly to a traitor of her nation for that time...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15pCcwtCS

I need a woman whose gentle and fierce/a fighter. Gentle as a breeze but fierce as a storm. Also someone who will give me peace of mind.

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So knowing the orchestrators will provoke me more if I say it, I’m gonna say I’m gonna stop with talk related to the following cr*p anyway (I.e. trying to get me to think things):

So, call me crazy, “but I detect a pattern of movement” that comes along as “what is this really about?/or is that what it is?/ as a matter of fact this/that…” in speech/conversation. 

There are “other patterns of human behavior,” but this is what caught my interest.

You wanna know the truth? For the last decade and a half, I have been talking about the very thing steering you, getting you to talk, as it evolved through the years in the things it involves or it’s various complexities. I mean, list it out in terms of what all this increasingly involves…what does it for the primary (v.s. the Secondary)orchestrators when they’re horny, is to get me to go on for years about a girl… I think they try to make all of this about a girl, a stray group of kids…and hey, maybe the party school may not have been as bad as pictured-when they could’ve been managing something with the cards dealt to them (rather carelessly), from someone more authoritative… Now, for the sake of argument, I moved to another country and lived there for a year, when the orchestrators, randomly, abruptly, had family members, remove me from that country for bizarre reasons at the time.  I’m back in America and the rest is history. I was being in another country like India, while being named first in programming training camps, 5 times in a row, when I, a computer science graduate from a state school, was studying/competing, among electrical, chemical or whatever engineers…what is the relevance of a girl or stray kids for that context/time period? A decade and a half later, what is its relevance? If any of you really share the sentiment of “hey bro, what is this really about?” This is about ur American government trying to complete a secret project with everyone’s help, hiding in plain sight, while what comes off as a party school in behavior in sounds, distracts everyone with sweet/wonderful things, to sedate your true reactions to an abomination, while numbing me with ECT procedures for talking about the reality that is actually transpiring, or to get you the audience to take it lightly when ur police make me walk without shoes without talking to me, or years later, gather round me again through 4 suvs… Not even Hitler and the Nazis were this cunning when they experimented on the Jews for eye color and things…and how long was World War II?according to Google, it was 6 years long, from September 1, 1939 – September 2, 1945 . 6 years for the Jews and more for me, because they don’t look as Middle Eastern as me, maybe? how long was the individual experiments on the Jews in Nazi Germany? Did it involve the world, or even that part of Europe, in its entirety? Ive learned through this decade plus of war/experimentation on an individual-that too shamefully to me i.e. one of your American citizens-“you can never trust an American. “ They’re all instruction based acts as a people. Your actions speak louder than words. Americans will stab you in the back, in their relentless actions, be it getting family members to betray you, doctors to shock ur brain, or having the police come at you in 4 vehicles. 

-At this time, I’m asking the American pagan gods to leave me be…out of my mind, out of my life. Know I spit on your flags in front of my house daily and if I could uproot it from the front of my house, I’d wipe my a*s with it, for a decade of senseless torture.--…a devil worse than Hitler shouldn’t even get that much nourishment through my spit on its symbol of hatred and lack of freedom…man it’s the craziest thing…right after writing this, it felt like my mom nodded in approval. So happy she magically knew and agree. -Punish my family and me more oh esteemed (but not really esteemed) nation of nations, oh America…I’d bow before you but ummm I have sour knees…

I mean there’s that, and of course free will - I only bow before The God, capital "G".

---

In an old 300 page elaboration of a complaint, upon realizing there’s a reaction to my writing from the cars below the hill my studio apartment house that it rested on, I said “darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to lasting light.” In broad daylight, a great evil is happening. Because of modern times, American corniness to things, seeing me in the ways I’m seen, you don’t take those words with the same seriousness.  Darkness thrives in the void means in broad daylight, something, by very nature against the legal system l and free will, is happening. Be warned. I even said “time immemorial with the that sentence mentioned. The flaws of human behavior date at least as far back as 2000 years, in the days of Christ. Human nature, in its flaws, continues…

My perception towards all this is through a Psalm, a priest from my old Church directed my way: Psalm 3…

It goes:

1

Lord, how many are my foes!

   How many rise up against me!

(Literally the world is one team of conviction and practice towards me, at least through instruction following in place of what’s in the heart. In this regard, a foe, an enemy, are those who don’t heed my words and talk to me, but instead obey the instructions from the false American gods about how I allegedly want my reality, my world, to be.

2

Many are saying of me,

   “God will not deliver him.(B)”[b]

(The primary orchestrators wants me to ponder,through a spiteful tone, in the spirit of the pagans of old: “where is your God?”)

3

But you, Lord, are a shield(C) around me,

   my glory, the One who lifts my head high.(D)

(If I “appear ‘in forms’ of my head high”, (and don’t want ur pity in this”) know that I ur neighbor( in the spirit of the Golden Rule) am the product of a decade plus abuse. Inside is fire.

4

I call out to the Lord,(E)

   and he answers me from his holy mountain.(F)

(The Lord directs me with seemingly ridiculous answers in places and purchases and words and actions, so that I may endure)

5

I lie down and sleep;(G)

   I wake again,(H) because the Lord sustains me.

(Self explanatory)

-6 

I will not fear(I) though tens of thousands

    assail me on every side.(J)

(I.e. the world, that America’s deception and trickery,  misled against me. I will not bow to the law enforcement or military or the false American gods 

-or their undeserved technology - probably given to them in the same way the Greek god, Ares, screws humankind by giving them weapons ahead of their time, in the movie, Wonder Woman, so that theyll destroy each other...)

7

Arise,(K) Lord!

   Deliver me,(L) my God!

Strike(M) all my enemies on the jaw;

   break the teeth(N) of the wicked.

(After a decade plus of invisible torture, while publicly portrayed in a different, probably pleasant, light, be sure justice and vengeance are a deep desire of mine.

With some people, they truly are destined for h*ll itself. A decade plus of showing the other cheek, using words-this verse from Psalm 3 shows, from the Old Testament, that even vengeance in place of forgiveness, will be with God’s backing, in extraordinary circumstances.

In Matthew 13:41-42, our preacher of love and forgiveness, but who also speaks of bringing the sword, says:

41 The Son of Man will send out his angels, and they will weed out of his kingdom everything that causes sin and all who do evil. 42 They will throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Not even Christ will act on the weeping and gnashing of teeth of those thrown into the fire to be burned, after great evils…as I said before, if we are the Body Of Christ, those responsible for my situation are like tumors/cancers that will be removed from the Body of Christ.

Christians, at least, from whom I’ve run into, are thinking religion is a wishy washy thing where your minds get into some drunken high.

Christianity “is” “about” peace, but also about being vigilant, alert, focused, through pursuits of the mental Kingdom of God.)

From the Lord comes deliverance.(O)

   May your blessing(P) be on your people.

(The evil Americans, after a decade of realization on my part and indigestible evil from theirs, (from my Indian dialect vs the overall language: “gray-hic-an pat-Atha maha vir-thee-aid-a/do-shum…”), the Americans will not stop, despite actual cries for help from me for 10+ years - and that’s when their delusion based thinking, thinks that God will pity their cries in the eternal fire.

It is said by Christ,

In Matthew 25:40,

It is said,

And the King shall answer and say unto them, ‘Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me.’

In these hard times, all I needed was a witness to tell me my conclusions on what’s transpiring are true or confirming that something is in fact, transpiring. I could’ve used that to end a decade plus of suffering and abuse. But you chose and followed the false gods, in the primary orchestrators

It is said:

In Matthew 25:35-40,

35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in,(A) 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me,(B) I was sick and you looked after me,(C) I was in prison and you came to visit me.’(D)

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

You inflicted this 10 year nonsense on God Himself, through the third person of the Christian Trinity: the Holy Spirit, which resides in every human and walks with them from Baptism. For the Hindus and others, I think this relates to the belief of “Atman”…

I pray that at the designated time for the end of my problem, before this world and the orchestrators and their timeline, that God will bless me with divine deliverance, with or without His true people.

---

Always bear in mind that World War II lasted 6 years, where 6 million Jews were murdered & some experimented on with things like eye color...that was by European Hitler...- -today theAmerican false gods, inMoreThan aDecade of mindExperiments,usingHumanity as itsRightHand, torment anIndian, or MiddleEastern lookingMan... Even World War II-a 6 yearSituation where @ least those Jews had privilege of humanCompany - does it compare 2 what theAmericans do, where they leave me with no one to even talk to for a decade plus, and have humanity on one side in belief/practice vs me?

---

[bobbystompy]

64 Quotes I Enjoyed From 2017

Below are my favorite quotes from 2017. Though most occurred throughout the year, some took place before but were encountered during.

(Allison Greene)

The irony and thematic implication of this first quote -- transcribed in January -- is not lost on me.

1) “I wish you all a Happy New Year. Meaning that I wish for your New Years Eve to be happy. It’s hard to wish hundreds of thousands of people to have an entire happy year. That’s a lot. That feels greedy and hopeless and also some of you might not deserve a happy year. Everyone deserves a happy moment or day now and again but a whole happy year I would wish on maybe eight people and four of them are terminally ill children.

Also please remember that the turning over of one year to another is a mental construct that bears no more weight than the things that keep us apart and in competitive categories as human beings. Time is not moving. You’re not losing or gaining ground. You’re not separate from ‘them’ anymore than you’re separate from your own umbrella. It’s now, we’re us and this is here. If you’re in pain, this too shall pass. If you’re in luxury, this too shall pass. Ask an old lady how she’s doing. The internet is not real. Draw a picture on a napkin.” - Louis C.K.

2) “Flowers cost money you could spend on alcohol.” - Tracy Cunningham

3) "Never make fun of people for mispronouncing a word. It means they learned it by reading."

[that one felt profound when I first read it, but there are probably holes you can poke]

4) “Middle America does not have a monopoly on tough times.” - Drew Magary

5) “The whole point of going to a wedding is to complain about it.” - Drew Magary

6) “The world is too noisy and distracted to probably ultimately survive. Everyone needs to shut the fuck up. The answers are in the silence. Monks set themselves on fire to protest and make this point.

Just consider it.” - Garry Shandling

7) “The fact that Chargers fans get to live in San Diego isn’t as much of a solace as you think, either. When you’re unhappy, Southern California can be the loneliest fucking place in the world. Everywhere you look, you are surrounded by people whose lives are seemingly more perfect than your own. And the fantastic weather acts a kind of lingering nag... an irritating reminder that you SHOULD be happy even if you’re not. When you live somewhere miserable, at least you have an excuse for it. People leave you alone, or they help you drink the pain away indoors. You’re not surrounded by a bunch of fucking Jack LaLannes and Navy steakheads making it worse.

[...]

This is how the San Diego Chargers ended, and their fans deserved better. There won’t even be rain to help water the team’s grave.” - Drew Magary

8) There is no meeting without a Gentry story. He tells the story of Doug Collins’s college coach at Illinois State, Will Robinson, putting Collins in front of a mirror and saying, “Now, that’s an ugly motherfucker.” Then Robinson gets a basketball, hands it to Collins, and says, “Now you’re a handsome motherfucker.”

-- “Seven Seconds or Less” by Jack McCallum

9) "This is gonna be bad. So be good." - Patton Oswalt, on the next four years

10) REPORTER: You always hear about guys in the zone. What’s it like to be in that zone and have that moment two games in a row?

DION WAITERS: Oh man, I love that moment. I mean, you can never shy away from that. I just feel—one of my favorite quotes is, uh ... I forgot it already. One of my favorite quotes. But yeah, can’t be afraid of taking them shots.

11) "No person can be explained in one trait." - Jason Benetti

12) That Federer could dig so deep without losing the spirit of grace and generosity he has carried for much of his career--amazingly, it didn't sound insincere when he told the crowd in Melbourne that he would've been happy if Nadal had won--was enough to make Agassi introspective. He fired off a text to a friend, fellow American ex-pro James Blake. Watching Federer, Agassi wrote, "makes me feel like I was much more of a broken person than I even realized."

-- the 2017 Australian Open

13) “Do you, because everyone else is taken.” - Uber driver

14) Federer's physical skills have tended to obscure just how he resilient he has been throughout his career--a point not lost on him. "My mental toughness has always been overshadowed by my virtuosity, my shotmaking, my technique, my grace," says Federer. "That's why when I lose, it seems like, 'Oh, he didn't play so well.' And when I win, it looks so easy." He says it has been that way since he was young. "Just because I don't sweat like crazy and I don't grunt, I don't have this face on when I hit the shot like I'm in pain, doesn't mean I'm not trying hard," he says. "It's just how I play. Sorry."

15) "I’ve always said the only way to change anyone’s opinion is to make him laugh first. It still is." - John Waters

16) “Women like babies. Men like their sons and daughters.” - Kevin Haack

17) “At once, Federer would triumph over his two greatest rivals: Nadal and Hawk-Eye.” - Chris Almeida, on Roger Federer’s 2017 Aussie Open win

18) “Brady did everything in Super Bowl 51 short of fertilizing crops with his own feces to feed his teammates.” - Bill Simmons

19) “It's still hard to believe the Falcons actually lost this game. They're the first team in Super Bowl history to lose with a pick-six in its pocket, one that felt like an unlikely gift given that it came from Brady. Some will throw around the "choker" label, which is inelegant at best and condescendingly incurious at worst. If choking means running after a quarterback on 68 dropbacks until there's hardly any air left in your lungs, the Falcons choked.” - Bill Barnwell

20) “Keep in mind: Plenty of people already think Chance The Rapper is corny. Plenty of people have been thinking it for years. Plenty of people who now love Chance The Rapper had to get over the corniness threshold, to train themselves to love the yawpy ad-libs an the voice-cracks and the general hyperactive teenage energy. When Chance won Best New Artist and howled the word 'God' in his acceptance speech about 32 times, I saw plenty of grumbling — We get it, dude, you believe in God — in my Twitter timeline. Someone even said that the music industry had figured out how to manufacture a marketable version of Christian-rap figurehead Lecrae. And that gets at another common complaint about Chance: that he’s an 'industry plant,' a creature created by the music business, one who uses 'independent' as a buzzword rather than as any kind of unifying philosophy. Those of us who love Chance, that line of thinking goes, have been somehow hoodwinked or manipulated into it. And there have been plenty of other perceived sins over the years: the overalls, the KitKat commercial, the constant references to Nickelodeon cartoons, the persistent smiling. Whether or not you love Chance, there is a strong possibility that he’s annoyed you once or twice.” - Tom Breihan

21) “Traveling is the antidote to ignorance.” - Trevor Noah

22) "But mostly, it's in how Celebration Rock treats every day like the last day of school, raising a glass to the past, living in the moment and going into the future feeling fucking invincible." - Ian Cohen

23) “In fact, it turned out that there was nothing ‘dangerous’ at all in picking on women and refugees. People will pay you good money for that. The dangerous ideas are the ones they don’t pay you for, the ones that don’t get you on HBO. You’re actually dangerous when you do what Yiannopoulos did in the ‘pedophile’ tapes: defend society’s most hated outcasts, and tell the truth about the complexities of gay men’s sexuality. You’re dangerous when you stick up for those on the fringes rather than kicking them. There’s nothing courageous or edgy in bullying the despised and excluded. But it might be dangerous if you dared to empathize with them.” - Nathan J. Robinson

24) [Taj] Gibson was asked if his dunk over Dwyane Wade was his favorite moment as a Bull. "It really wasn't. That was just a dunk. It really wasn't one of my favorite moments of my career, to be honest with you. I had a lot of shining moments in my career. Just being around Thibs, he taught me that people don't look at, some of the games, most of the games, they look at the bright spots. I have a lot of different bright spots in my career. The biggest one in my career would have to be just being on the team when guys were down and having a coach look at me and know that he can count on me. No matter what position, no matter what time in the game. And he would trust some of the most important plays for me to do. Those were the most important moments of my life, just having a guy between Fred and coach Thibs, knowing guys that are ahead of me, making twice as much money as me, and he's still calling my name through crunch time. Those were the best moments of my life."

[have some, Carlos Boozer]

25) “You can't let politics dictate what you read or who you fuck.” - Chuck, “Girls”

26) “Watching Kawhi Leonard play basketball is like when you get the email you’ve been waiting for and it says all of the things you were hoping it was going to say.” - Shea Serrano

27) “This isn't a choice, like my diet. This is a necessity, like my drinking.” - Ben, “Veep”

28) “It's like how love songs never go out of style because no one's ever written one that's closed the book on the subject.” - Brian King, Japandroids

29) Pitchfork: A lot of the lyrics on the album take advantage of this universal, mythic rock'n'roll language, like on "Fire's Highway": "Hearts from hell collide/ On fire's highway tonight/ We dreamed it, now we know."

Brian King (Japandroids): Personally, I really like the concepts of good and evil, heaven and hell-- the extreme boundaries of how people can feel and how fast things can change. I like that that language. I'm not talking about just some night you felt a certain way, I'm talking about the night you felt that way-- that one time. People have always alluded to those extremes as a way of characterizing the most intense feelings since blues and the early days of rock. A blues singer won't be like, "We broke up." He'll say, "Satan stole my baby from me." You just pick it up.

30) “Friends of mine, hitting partners, are Federer fans for real. They own his racket, his sneakers, the hat with his RF logo. When he loses, they're wrecked; when he wins, it's only slightly less painful, because it's one fewer win they get to witness.” - Rosecrans Baldwin

31) “Bad ideas rarely spread when the population is educated about better alternatives.” - Greg Graffin

32) This entire story (9:47 to 10:15)

RIP, Don Rickles (1926-2017)

33) “Being pregnant is cool and weird: Your bones ache, your gums bleed, your ligaments basically just start giving up. (A hormone called ‘relaxin’ is involved.) You plan decades ahead, then worry you’re jinxing it all. You’ve got a decreasingly nebulous imaginary friend there to listen to your hopes and fears at all hours and you occasionally get the hiccups. But the strangest thing about being with child is the way your body becomes not yours, and not even the baby’s, but the world’s. Complete strangers reach out and touch. Internet commenters opine. Photos of yourself splayed postpartum on a gurney, hair matted to the side of your face, one boob swung free, are triumphantly text-messaged to fathers-in-law without your express written consent.

It’s not fair, it’s never fair, but it’s nevertheless the shared experience of so many women during a powerful, vulnerable time.” - Katie Baker

34) "I just watched Deadheads spin around for three hours looking for miracles." - Brad Back

35) “Comparison is the thief of joy.” - Theodore Roosevelt

36) "The Spurs’ run of NBA success is now old enough to vote, and in a couple of years it will be legally old enough to share finely aged red wines with Popovich, although I suspect he’s been slipping it glasses at home for a few years now. One of the cornerstones of that success has been an ability to find talent where nobody else looked." - Rodger Sherman

37) "Cutting at the right time is more important than being fast." - Bill Belichick

38) “You run into an asshole in the morning, you ran into an asshole. You run into assholes all day, you’re the asshole.” - “Justified”

39) “An asshole is not a brilliant visionary just because a toilet has a bottomless appetite for what comes out of it.” - Albert Burneko, on the passing of Roger Ailes

40) "He would’ve been a rock star no matter where he’d been born, or when." - Rob Harvilla on Chris Cornell

41) "Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house." - Rod Stewart

42) “I have never regretted taking a walk. Every time you walk, a bunch of cool shit happens. You burn calories, for one thing. You think of cool ideas. You also get an immediate sense of the layout and vibe of wherever you happen to be. It’s a cheap shortcut to feeling like a local. I walked around downtown Atlanta for two hours once, which was long enough for me to realize, ‘Oh hey, this is the part of town that sucks!’ Then I went and walked around a cooler part.

Also, walking forces me to pocket my phone and actually look around for a bit (in theory…sometimes I check the phone while walking, which is galactically fucking stupid and could get you killed). I can actually feel GOOD about the world when I walk around, because I’m seeing it as it stands now, instead through the horrifying prism of online news and discourse. The sun still shines out there. People are smiling. It’s not bad. You wouldn’t even know we’re all gonna die soon. Not everything has rotted away just yet. You can leave the shifting sand dunes of the day far behind, to borrow a phrase from Professor Fartsniffer up there.

Also, you don’t have to look for a parking spot.

I walked today. I walked past a school and saw a bunch of kids playing touch football and they accidentally launched the ball over the fence and into the road, where they couldn’t get it. So they asked me to grab it for them. I hucked it back over and one kid shouted ‘YOU DA REAL MVP!’ And you know what? For that one little moment, I was, indeed, da real MVP. Step aside, Kevin Durant’s mom. I saved touch football. What did you ever do?

That kind of experience isn’t really possible when you’re sitting in a car. When you drive, you’re basically in a kind of self-imposed purgatory. The goal is to get wherever you’re headed so that you can resume your life again. I have tried to slow down and savor my surroundings while driving but it rarely works out because A) It’s not safe and B) I want to make good time. I have my eyes on the road and my ears on my SWEET TUNEZ, and I’m only slowing down to gawk at an overturned milk truck. ‘Wow, that looks BAD.’

The most important moments in life usually happen when you’re walking. Ever ask someone you’re dying to go out with if they wanna go for a walk, and they say yes? It feels fucking GREAT. That’s gonna be a good walk. Then maybe you two walk down the aisle after you get married, and then walk through the hospital to see your new baby in the nursery, and then walk with that child as takes its first steps. And then maybe someone close to you dies, and you have to walk with their casket to their gravesite. I’ve made some of these walks. I haven’t forgotten any of them.” - Drew Magary

43) "‘A great nation does not hide its history, it faces its flaws and corrects them.’ - George W. Bush

Let us again state clearly for all to hear. The Confederacy was on the wrong side of history and humanity. It sought to tear apart our nation and subjugate our fellow Americans to slavery. This is a history we should never forget and one that we should never ever again put on a pedestal to be revered." - Mitch Landrieu

44) "Just found out Joyce Manor is playing in Bristol on 7/13. When god closes a door, he opens a moshpit." - Chris Trott, after missing the Captain, We're Sinking Show in Chicago on 7/12 due his England trip

45) “The most prestigious honor in music isn't a Grammy. It's ‘I like this band enough to see them at 10:30 p.m. on a Wednesday.’” - Steven Hyden

46) “I think of you every time I speed up my podcasts.” - Christine Jastrow’s 31st birthday tribute to yours truly

47) "A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery." - James Joyce

48) “Personally speaking, a millennial is anyone younger than me who gets on my fucking nerves. I don’t think of like, Dak Prescott as a millennial, because he seems cool. But Chris Brown? Fuck him sideways.” - Drew Magary

49) "It's a scientific fact that a beer tastes better when it travels more than 5 feet in the air" - @PFTCommenter

50) Dustin Brown perfectly summed up what it's like to play on Centre Court. "It would be nice if we're playing every match out there. It's very comfortable. Even when things aren't going your way, it relaxed me a bit to say 'this is where you always wanted to be,'" he said after his Wimbledon second round loss to defending champ Andy Murray.

51) "One thing I’ve always found fascinating about Federer (or, rather, the way we talk about Federer) is that there’s never been any backlash. Normally, when an athlete has been around as long as Federer has, and has been as great as Federer has, and is on the receiving end of so much adulation, some sort of noticeable backlash occurs. Never with Fed.

Relatedly, people root for Federer unabashedly, and did so even during that stretch in the 00's when he was as dominant a force as any sport has seen. Casual fans tend to root for the underdog, but Federer was so sublime that he made people root for Goliath." - Andrew, Deadspin reader

52) “‘Federer manages to scamper across himself’ is one of the more Federer tennis calls I've ever heard.” - Brian Phillips

53) “Everything before the word ‘but’ is horseshit.” - Jon Snow

54) “Be present.” - Megan Filip

55) "The successful person is one who finds an opportunity in every problem. Unsuccessful people find a problem in every opportunity." - Lou Holtz

56) “It ain’t a hit till Nate Dogg spit.” - Mack 10

57) "Nobody goes to work tomorrow. General strike, fuck this country." - some of Blake Schwarzenbach first words at the Jawbreaker reunion

58) “It’s hard getting good news -- you don’t know what to do with it.” - Blake Schwarzenbach, at the first Jawbreaker show in forever

59) “When I was a child, I spoke like a child.” - Davis,“Treme”

60) “In one sense, the story of human history is just people inventing progressively more advanced ways in which to be awful idiots, in groups.” - David Roth

61) "Reality gives nothing back and nor should you." - Kobe Bryant

62) “Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

63) "Brevity is the soul of wit" - William Shakespeare

64) "If I shoot an airball, call the foul." - Dirk Nowitzki

[allthegency]

This Moment is Enough

A/N: *Awkwardly dusts off screen. So, um...Hi. I know this is a bit of a sudden post from me, but I did promise I would make this fic on the, now disbanded, emergenji discord server. I’m sorry I took so long to make this, but I hope I make up for it with this fic. I am going to write both a reception fic, full of speeches, dancing, and more fluff, and maybe an NSFW wedding night fic. For now, here is my own version of a Gency Wedding.

There was something about marriage that Genji could never understand in his youth. It didn’t make sense to a playboy, to choose to settle down with one woman when there were so many beautiful women in the world. His young mind likened it to settling with only having one flavor of ice cream for the rest of your life. That sounded like more of a punishment that a reward. At least it had when he first made the analogy in his head.

It wasn’t until he found that he’d always comparing other flavors of ice cream to his favorite that marriage began making a little bit of sense to him. It wasn’t until after a shop was sold out of his favorite flavor and how upset he had been, that he realized how some people could choose to marry one woman and stay loyal to her. He didn’t think he had it in him for that kind of commitment, and he doubted he ever would. It didn’t bother him, he told himself. And he almost believed it. Until he met her.

Genji’s perfect woman came to him in his darkest time. Her angelic form brought light to the darkness that was his thoughts. However bitter or resentful he may have been, just spending time with her would chase away the darkness, even just momentarily. But there were still scars that no medicine could heal. Some things still healed better with time. His journey across the world and the meeting with his master gave him a way to find his peace without her, but when they were once again reunited, Genji knew that he needed her in his life. Now here he stood. In front of a mirror, checking himself over to make sure that his suit lacked any imperfection. It was an important day after all.

A sound of a clearing throat interrupted his thoughts. Turning to the sound, he came to face a man who was officially dead to the world. His former commander, Jack Morrison, was once a man who many saw as the pinnacle of human values and physique. Now, he was a man tired of the world and its burdens, whose anger and strong sense of justice both inspired and scared some his friends from the past. And yet, there was something about him today, a peaceful straightening of posture, a whisper of pride in a swelling chest, and most importantly, a joyful glint in his eyes.

“It’s almost time,” the former commander said curtly. He turned and began making his way back to where he came from, before he paused briefly. Looking over his shoulder at the cyborg, the aging man gave a few parting words of wisdom. “Savor every moment.” He left as silently as he had come.

Genji nodded at the advice. He would make sure to cherish every moment to come after today. He placed one of his metal hands over his shirt, where flesh and machine had been expertly woven together beneath. Parts of his true skin and flesh still remained, now integrated with machines and nanotech. His heart, still as strong and alive as when he was born, beat with a nervous excitement. Today had the chance to be the best day of his life.

The low hum of conversation in the atrium of the facility was buzzing with excitement. The ceremony was not only a significant moment in two people’s lives, but it also served as a huge boost in morale for the members of the illegally reformed Overwatch. They had been making great strides in preventing the machinations of Talon from coming to fruition and in keeping casualties on both sides of the Second Omnic Crisis down, but their fight with them seemed to be stretching on with no end in sight. This wedding was needed for both tradition and the team’s sake.

Genji made his way to the altar, where he stood and waited for the moment everybody was waiting for. The wedding party took their places. His brother, Hanzo, stood silently beside him. Though their relationship had been strained at best at the recall of Overwatch, Genji would have chosen no other for the position of best man. Across from him, in the position of the Maid of Honor, was Mei-Ling Zhou. With both of them being scientists, almost the entirety of the recalled Overwatch was not surprised at the choice.

Genji’s musings on the wedding party was cut short when a sudden swell of music began. At the other end of the room, automatic doors slid open with a hiss. There stood commander Jack Morrison in a black and white suit. It was trimmed and worn with the same military efficiency that he used with every aspect of his life. His scarred face seemed to be the only flaw, but even it seemed to fall in line on his person. But the commander was not the one every person was in awe of.

Angela Zeigler, on the battlefield, was easily identifiable in her emergency response suit. Her wings brought not only a measure of safety and security, but also a measure of hope. Her wedding gown was not much different. To say that she was radiant would have been an understatement, for she seemed to shine brighter than the sun filtering in from the windows to her left. Her upper arms where covered in silken sleeves that ended just shy of her shoulders and connected with the rest of her dress. Her torso was covered modestly in white fabric that then flowed down her body to just barely skim the ground below. A pair of white and silver heels raised her height to about the same as if she were in here combat suit. Pale gold trimming spread out from between her shoulders and merged with her sleeves, only to spread beyond them and hang from two small elastic wristbands. She looked every bit like the angel Genji saw in her every minute of everyday.

           “Brother, close your mouth and smile,” a soft, deep voice whispered. Shooting an annoyed glare at Hanzo, he nonetheless obliged and a bright, loving smile bloomed on his face. The small scar along his cheek morphed to accommodate the expression. As his beautiful bride moved closer to him, he couldn’t help as his smile grew and threatened spread beyond his face. His brown eyes met with her cool blues. A nervous excitement shone from within her gaze behind barely held tears of joy. The young warrior felt his own moistening with unbridled joy. The closer the two got to one another, the harder they had to fight the tears from leaving their eyes. The slow cadence Jack and Angela were taking wasn’t helping things either.

           When the pair reached the altar, an Omnic in a suit stepped forward. His nine glowing lights seemed to shine brighter than normal. “Welcome, one and all, to the wedding between two of our finest, Genji Shimada and Angela Zeigler. Who gives this woman to be married?” the smooth, synthetic voice asked.

“I, her commander, do,” came the deep, firm reply. Genji reverently offered his hand to the glowing woman before him. A soft, hardly-heard sigh of relief escaped both him and Angela as contact was made between the two. As corny as it may sound, it honestly felt like coming home to them. They walked up before Tekhartha Zenyatta, and turned to face each other, clasping both their hands together and holding tight.

“Friends, dearly beloved, we are gathered hear today to witness the marriage of these two in matrimony. A bond and commitment neither make lightly, and one that they will be bound to in this life and the next. If anyone bears any reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.” When not even a cough or sniffle sounded for three seconds, Zenyatta’s circuits thrummed pleasantly in joy and he continued.

“To love is to trust one another implicitly, sharing all that life has offered and will offer with the other. It is to fulfill one another’s emotional needs, and to better yourselves for the other. It is always. Always protecting, always trusting, always hoping, always persevering. It is never. Never selfish, never unkind, never proud, and never failing. Genji, Angela, you are committing to a new way of life. One of respect, trust, and, above all, love. Now then, I believe the groom and the bride have written their own vows,” the wise android concluded. Angela nodded and drew a deep breath before beginning to recite one of her most important speeches.

“Genji, I love you. I promise, that will never change. I have seen so much of you, and all I find, I fall in love with. Should there be a part of you I have yet to see, I promise, I will fall in love with that too. I have worked all my life to save lives, never being able to live with myself should I choose to not do something to save a life in need. I never thought I would need a life besides my own, and yet here we are. No longer ‘doctor’ and ‘patient’, but soon to be ‘wife’ and ‘husband’. I’ve never been so excited to see what the next day will bring. I am glad to share the rest of my next days with you.” Angela could no longer contain her tears as they slowly glided down her cheeks. Combined with her wide smile, Genji never thought she could look more beautiful. Resisting the urge to kiss her then and there, in favor of it being all the sweeter when the opportune moment came, he simply squeezed her hand and cleared his throat as he too was barely containing his tears. He cleared his throat and began his own recital of his own vows.

“Angela, my dearest, I love you. You make me want to be the best I can be. I never thought of myself as a hero before I met you. I’ve seen the worst this world had to offer, but you show me that this world is still good. And I can live with that. You first showed me the good in men, and the good in me. I vowed, one day, to be worthy of your love, and even after that, to never stop loving you. You bring light wherever you go, and I am honored that you will let me be in your light for the rest of my life. I’ll love today, tomorrow, and all the days to come. I want to share in all your days, if you’ll have me.” Angela’s soft ‘yes’ was what unleashed Genji’s own tears.

With not a single dry eye in the room, Zenyatta’s soft voice proceeded with the ceremony. “And now, we come to the vows and giving of the rings.” Zenyatta paused and then turned to his pupil first. “Genji, do you take Angela Zeigler to be your wife? Do you promise to honor and love her, to cherish and protect her, both now and forevermore?”

Genji knew the answer to this question a long time ago, and he doubted he’d ever forget. “I do,” came the reply with finality.

“Angela, do you take Genji Shimada to be your husband? Do you promise to honor and love him, to cherish and protect him, both now and forevermore?”

Angela also knew the answer a long time ago. “I do,” she said through joyous tears.

“Do you have the rings?” inquired the omnic monk.

Hanzo and Mei each gave Genji and Angela a simple golden band. Turning to one another, they looked to the monk for their cues. “Genji, repeat after me. I, Genji Shimada,”

“I, Genji Shimada,”

“…with this ring…”

“…with this ring…”

“…do so take you as my wife.”

“…do so take you as my wife.”

“To have and to hold...”

“To have and to hold...”

“…in sickness and in health…”

“…in sickness and in health…”

“…for richer or poorer…”

“…for richer or poorer…”

“…in joy and sorrow…”

“…in joy and sorrow…”

“…and I promise my love to you…”

“…and I promise my love to you…”

“…all the days of my life…”

“…all the days of my life…”

“…and forevermore.”

“…and forevermore,” echoed the warrior as he gingerly slid the cool, gold ring onto his bride’s finger. The tears, having abated, gave one last drop before ceasing their cascade.

The wise android turned to the happy bride and began the process anew.

“Angela, repeat after me. I, Angela Zeigler,”

“I, Angela Zeigler,”

“…with this ring…”

“…with this ring…”

“…do so take you as my husband.”

“…do so take you as my husband.”

“To have and to hold...”

“To have and to hold...”

“…in sickness and in health…”

“…in sickness and in health…”

“…for richer or poorer…”

“…for richer or poorer…”

“…in joy and sorrow…”

“…in joy and sorrow…”

“…and I promise my love to you…”

“…and I promise my love to you…”

“…all the days of my life…”

“…all the days of my life…”

“…and forevermore.”

“…and forevermore,” she finished, nearly trembling with joy and love as she too slid Genji’s ring onto his left ring finger, which was thankfully still flesh and bone. Clasping both hands together once more, they waited for the greatest moment of the whole ceremony.

One could almost hear the non-synthetic joy in Zenyatta as he clearly said, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

There a only a handful of moments in this life that can accurately be described as love incarnate. Holding one’s child for the first time, crying softly whilst bidding farewell to parents and leaving the nest, both are moments where love is expressed. It is there in those moments, good and bad, that one comes to believe in something bigger than anything they can find in this universe. Love is immeasurable, intangible, and beyond physical, but it is there in all those moments. But perhaps it is most evident in the first kiss a man and woman share as husband and wife. This was proven in the next few seconds.

Zenyatta had barely gotten the last word out before Genji and Angela swiftly embraced one another, fusing their lips together and breathing sighs of relief and Finally. After all they had lived through, it had all led to this one glorious moment. Both of them thanked whatever power above that gave them each other to share this life with. Their kiss was salty from their tears, but sweet from sheer amount of love they poured into it. With their eyes closed, all that existed to them was the person wrapped in their arms and the distant sound of thunderous applause, joyous laughter, and earnest applause. Neither could accurately tell you how long their kiss lasted, but they both will swear to this day that never wanted it to end. When it did, it was only for a moment before they rejoined their lips in this ultimate expression of that immaterial thing called love.

When they both finally separated and faced the crowd, the couple was met with smiling faces young and old. Those that reserved their smiles for the happiest of times had grins threatening to split their faces. Those that were almost always joyous could power the world for centuries with the ecstatic energy they now radiated. To say that morale was at an all-time high would be the understatement of the century.

“I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Genji Shimada,” announced Zenyatta. The applause, if had died down at all surged in volume once again. It held for nearly two minutes before it subsided. “We shall head immediately to our reception in the courtyard. Thank you for attending.” The crowd began filing out the doors and onward to the celebration of the successful wedding of two people in love. Their new life was only just beginning, and would be filled with more love than they ever thought they’d have. But right now, in this moment, as the two stayed behind, sharing another deep, soul-filling kiss, they both knew. They knew that if this would be their last moment, it would have been more than enough.

[ulyssesredux]

Circe

(The press is good for me to meet with the vehemence of the least productive U.S. Clipclaps glovesilent hands. Bloom's robe. In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green factions sing Kick the Pope and Daily, daily sing to Mary. So many self-righteous hypocrites. The navvy lurches against the needle. He shoulders the drowned corpse of his stomach. He winces. He leaves florry brusquely and seizes Zoe round the room right roundabout the room right roundabout the room. He taps her on the floor.)

THE CALLS: Carbine in bucket!

THE ANSWERS: Blazes Kate!

(Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! Goes to the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the lookout for terror and terrorists! A GREAT GUY!)

THE CHILDREN: We will all get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He was drummed out of the kine!

THE IDIOT: (I will work hard and personally in the last two weeks before the victory.) NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING!

THE CHILDREN: Sea serpent in the discharge of my bottom drawer.

THE IDIOT: (Smites his thigh in abundant laughter.) Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

(Thank you Michigan! Shame. The rams' horns sound for silence. Rocking to and fro in sign of past master, drawing his right shoulder to the left on gawky pink stilts. Allowed to run for the United States must be changed to additionally focus on jobs, and am first! Can you imagine if the winner was based on popular vote than the Democratic Convention. Hillary can do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. The roses draw apart, pisses cowily. In an oatmeal sporting suit, a man roar, mutter, cease. I have always had a great honor! Both Ted Cruz. Hillary wants to save our Constitution! Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum. Bloom, mumbling, his voice twisted in his filled pockets but desists, muttering to right and left. In sudden alarm. It is only getting worse. Opulent curves fill out her scarlet trousers and patent boots.)

CISSY CAFFREY: Polls!

(Shouts He slaps her face, leaving soon for BIG rally in Pennsylvania. Boeing and talk jobs! Shakes a rattle. That is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the prism of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the gaping belly of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with their swains strolled what times the strains of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen, innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to the sky and bursts.)

THE VIRAGO: It just never seems to work the way it's supposed to win? Isn't he simply wonderful?

CISSY CAFFREY: For me! We can't have four more years of this nation again.

(Tossing a cigarette on to the victory.) Stop them from fighting!

(Hillary has once again been proven to be a total disaster! Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax! Bloom.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (He looks at it He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) Biff him one in the lockup.

PRIVATE CARR: (The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of estate, the economy when he said for years.) I am against Intelligence when in fact.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Quickly He whispers in the crowd.) For me!

(Trump Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly. He chases his tail He stops dead. The super Liberal Democrat in the face, her blue scarf in the pall of the navvy lurching through the throng, leaps on his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros.)

STEPHEN: How much cost? Here's another for you.

(They will soon be calling me MR. His hand on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the world ever realize what is going on Intelligence agencies should never have been declared the winner was based on an ad on me.)

THE BAWD: (Were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, join me in the coalhole.) Ten shillings a maidenhead. Sst! Fallopian tube. Fifteen.

STEPHEN: (His cap awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, tumbles in somersaults through the floor.) Waterloo.

THE BAWD: (She dies.) And better. Wow, Ted Cruz got booed off the phone with the choice of Tim Kaine has been proven to be president because she has done nothing about it and let me know! There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk.

(His head under the sapphire a nixie's green. Thank you.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Just announced that he felt it his mission in life to urge me.) We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. Give shade on languorous summer days. Nay, madam. Now professional protesters, who is very real, just like the 116% hike in Arizona. The vieille ogresse with the dents jaunes. The people who voted for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! I'm driving her nuts. Carried unanimously.

STEPHEN: (Don King, has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has the slowest growth since 1929.) Hm.

(Rushes to the piano and bangs chords on it with crossed arms at his heart and lifting his right hand on his brow. He places a ruby ring on her, I want toughness & vigilance. All uncover their heads. Top executives coming in at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.)

LYNCH: Let him alone.

STEPHEN: (I am running against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) I have changed my position on the win than Hillary on the haddock.

LYNCH: Across the world for a wife. Here.

STEPHEN: Blessed Trinity? Ungenitive.

LYNCH: Three wise virgins.

STEPHEN: Hangende Hunger, fragende Frau, macht uns alle kaputt. The endorsement of the Blessed Trinity? I wish it for you.

LYNCH: Ba! He could have happened!

STEPHEN: Is it true that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer.

(Lieutenant Myers of the least productive U.S. We are winning and the honorary secretary of the watch, tall, stand in the gallery.)

LYNCH: Like that. Pandybat. The people of our vets! Will be in Evansville, Indiana in a world class player and dealmaker. Pornosophical philotheology.

(Corny Kelleher on the ashplant on the doorstep, pricks his ears. Bloom. His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone. Looks behind. To Stephen. Squire of dames, in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws red, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, rights his cap back to back, loudly. Hillary says she is a divided crime scene, and so much of the Brussels attack, this country has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Troops deploy. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.)

(It was her very dumb political statements about me where I am soooo proud of my points. He laughs, shaking his head into the top of his guitar. But who cares, he glides to the sky and bursts. Regretfully. I recognize the rights of people to express their best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family and friends. The soldiers turn their swimming eyes. Staggering past. In scarlet robe with mace, gold chain and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in the lives of ALL Americans. A white lambkin peeps out of control, more states coming up in America—she doesn’t have a judge, many great things happening in the entire U.S.)

(When will our so-called leaders ever learn! Shows weakness! Shifts from foot to foot. Quickly.)

BLOOM: Yes. She said they had she should be looking into is the true elected president. I am not on pleasure bent.

(Europe and the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on women. A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, ringed with kohol. Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the guidewheel, yells as he passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants. When will CNN do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of golfing. A liver and white children. That was really exciting.)

BLOOM: Regularly engaged. She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits.

(In presidential voting so far, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a gorget of cream tulle, a shrivelled potato. Will be there soon. Bloom.)

BLOOM: Big speech tomorrow to discuss terror and terrorists! I will be paid back by Mexico later! My beloved subjects, a chapter of accidents.

(Bloom, pleading not guilty and holding a BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON.)

BLOOM: I mean as your business menagerer … Mrs Marion … if you deduct the millions of people to make it impossible for him. Ah! It wasn't her weight. Obama years. Peccavi! Quite right. With Hamilton Long's syringe, the lame gardener, or good mother Alphonsus, eh?

(We do not reach a fair deal for all tramlines, coupons of the car Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the sofa to the outside car and horse back slowly, muttering, down turned, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes.) Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for by all the same thing! I came to be weak and her government protection process.

(Tries to laugh poor fellow, hihihihihis legs they were going to finally mention the words I say NO WAY!) The door and window open at a 15 year high. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for all children of nature. Probably lost cattle. What is going on in Chicago, have totally energized America!

(Undecided. No way! He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls one parcel and goes forward slowly towards the lighted doorways, in cap and hobbles off mutely.)

THE URCHINS: Long ago I was going to win?

(Stephen claps hat on head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full pastern, silksocked.)

THE BELLS: Mentor of Menton, pray for us.

BLOOM: (From this moment on, her blue scarf in the prism of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will bring back our jobs back where they belong!) I was glad to look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now being joined by the Democrats speaking about ISIS, rise of Iran, #1 in terror, no.

(Why? The Republican Convention had blown up. Unfortunately I have been lapses of an old couple He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a Republican Primary-by sources-that no charges will be leaving my busineses before January 20th. He calls again.)

THE GONG: Bravo!

(Funny that the media want to talk about the massive cost reductions I have known for a final question now! Stephen He calls again. Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome turns with pendant dewlap to the table Lynch tosses a piece to Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her, unless he is pulled away. Exactly opposite!)

THE MOTORMAN: That man is Leopold M'Intosh, the beeftea is fizzing over!

BLOOM: (Jogging, mocks them with him. Stephen talks to give 400 million dollars, including the smaller ones, into the top spur he slides past over chains and keys.) Have fun! My own shirts I turned. From the heart grow younger. After so many great candidates today. Too ugly. Again!

(Crooked Hillary Clinton will be the press shop for Hillary, NOTHING.) Crooked's speech. Nebrakada! I have it. JOBS! China has done a spectacular job in the U.S. Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin society. Sizeable for threepence. Might have taken me to a man misunderstood. But it is. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. I am not on pleasure bent. Scrapy! I treated you white. On the hands down. Bad luck. Sad music. Uniform that does it. Husband signed NAFTA. I went girling.

(They blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses.) All tales of circus life are highly demoralising. Always trying to come together as friends, as worn in Paris. The hand that rocks the cradle. Force One on the Riviera, I am going to fix our rigged system under which we are not wasting time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Just another terrible decision What is that? They charge!

(After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a serious emergency belongs! Tomorrow's events will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick are the boys. Baraabum!)

BLOOM: Going to Charleston, South Carolina, where jobs have been declared the winner was based on popular vote-but I never would leave her.

THE FIGURE: (With ferocious articulation.) The forgotten man and woman will never change, the enginedriver, and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no? He is our friend.

BLOOM: Poor mamma's panacea. I hate stupid crowds. Good fellow! So may the Creator deal with me.

(Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated.) No, but can you believe it.

(I have not heard any of the sicksweet weed floats towards him, or some other entity, was just certified my wins in those states. Now all he can do is be a star! A heavy stye droops over her shoulder, back to the debate as a businessman, but some bloody savage, to in front of the Three Legs of Man. Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his hands fluttering.)

BLOOM: So.

(How much more.)

BLOOM: We pay a little secret about how I came to be packed? Our tax, trade, healthcare and premiums will start tumbling down. Innocence. God help his gamekeeper. Ah! She seems sad. Ah, naughty, naughty! That night she met … Now!

(#VoteTrump today! Bloom trickleaps to the edge of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by Maurice Butterly, farmer He refuses to say that but I wasn't interested in taking all of the potato blight on her finger a ruby ring on her whores.)

BLOOM: Every phenomenon has a natural cause.

(We will not be allowed to run for president, knows nothing about. And a prettier, a death wreath in his issuing bowels with both hands and nose, steps back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a black capon's laugh. Bombshell! Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate.)

BLOOM: Stop illegal immigration and border security instead of building a brand new 747 Air Force One on the scene. You know that old fiveseater shanderadan of a fullstop. Our military is building and is now out for same reason. Besides, who is dishonest, incompetent and a cow for all children of nature.

(Do you believe. ISIS across the room, past the winningpost, his scruff standing, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his arms round the room. My wonderful son, Eric, on having done a spectacular job in the U.S. To Stephen. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000,000 e-mail lies, naked, fettered, a bowieknife between his teeth. In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing rosettes, from the cracks.)

RUDOLPH: You watch them chaps. Have you no soul? What you making down this place?

BLOOM: (Hillary's wars in the garb and with a sheepish grin.) Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was it?

RUDOLPH: What you making down this place? LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite!

(On the antlered rack of the car, standing.) I called Brexit Hillary was a disaster in Congress. Second halfcrown waste money today.

BLOOM: (Reads.) We are already winning again! If there is an entirely new departure. Past was is today.

RUDOLPH: (77% of refugees admitted into U.S.?) Goim nachez! Cut your hand open.

BLOOM: (Groans He sighs.) I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick. Fish and taters.

RUDOLPH: Yes, it is humiliating. Goim nachez! Are you not my dear son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money.

BLOOM: (Offhandedly.) N.! Big blaze. Stitch in my side.

RUDOLPH: (So many veterans groups are beyond happy with them, and cries He chases his tail stiffpointcd, his bowknot bobbing Twirls round herself, droops on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through.) Despite winning the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the people in the debate? Have you no soul?

BLOOM: She scaled just eleven stone nine.

ELLEN BLOOM: (Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!) Millions of Democrats will make leaving financially difficult, but I am very proud to have a little private business with your wife, Melania. Yummyyum, Womwom!

(Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and displays a shaven poll from the top, DWS. Caressing on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the land breeze.) Not me!

(Lynch in white sheepskin overcoats and black striped suit, a quill between his teeth. He plunges his head.)

A VOICE: (Murmurs.) 1 person running against me by the media when our jobs were fleeing our country.

BLOOM: All this I promise to do business in our family.

(People.) I did all a white man could.

(He is trying their absolute best to depict a star! He walks, runs full tilt against Bloom. They whisk black masks from raw babby faces: then, plucking at his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills. Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the three whores. Hillary Clinton! Wow, the head of HUD.)

BLOOM: I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a natural deal maker.

MARION: I will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend at The Business Council of Washington? Welly?

(He calls again.) Femininum!

BLOOM: (Lynch and Bloom gaze in the Black Maria.) More! Isn't that history?

(Taxpayers are paying a fortune off of debt, will be pres. Hiding her with her, a friend. Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. He sighs, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries down the government. A violent erection of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the Republican nominee Thank you to everyone celebrating in the ear of a chair. Perspiring in a brown macintosh under which her brood of cygnets. He makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and gives a piece gives a piece gives a cow's lick to his mistress, blinking, in his waistcoat pocket. I will be asking for a long hair. The opinion of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary.)

MARION: Talks about me, still must fight So great to be president. Only a question of time.

(My list of potential U.S. Nebulous obscurity occupies space. A skeleton judashand strangles the light.)

BLOOM: You ought to eat.

MARION: I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.

(Turnberry.) And scourge himself! I'm in my pelt. Femininum!

BLOOM: Come now, professor, that the horrendous protesters, incited by the Hillary Clinton, I was just announced that he wants the even worse. The warm impress of her … person you mentioned. Spontaneously to seek the presidency, is it wise?

(Sternly.) Who? Influence taste too, mauve.

(Amazing support. Extends his arms an umbrella sceptre. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of historic proportion!)

THE SOAP: K I would have campaigned in N.Y. I stiffen it for you. Hot!

(Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. Backers shout.)

SWENY: I only had one!

BLOOM: Please accept. I went girling. Please accept. Only your bounden duty.

MARION: (Wow!) The U.S.

BLOOM: O, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night of the … I mean the pronunciati … I was just making my way and contributed to the future.

MARION: Pimp!

(With quiet feeling. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.)

BLOOM: Despite major outside money, free rent, free love and a free lay state. I stand, so incredibly impossibly small, of course.

(Hillary compromised our national security, and the two crowns. She turns and sees Bloom. It is impossible for the country in order to spend far less money & get home to Washington-today in Miami.)

THE BAWD: Fifteen. Writing the gentleman false letters. Trinity medicals. Fresh thing was never touched.

(The establishment should save their $$! Media should also apologize For many years our country. In fishingcap and oilskin jacket.)

BRIDIE: Big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. We are already winning again, Leopold!

(Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in lascar's vest and trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. Another horrific attack, yet look what her policies have done even better in the crowd was unbelievable. The race for president! From a G.Q. shoot in his eye With a voice of waves With a cry of pain, his hair. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!)

THE BAWD: (In red fez, cadi's dress coat with solemnity.) Listen to who's talking! Better for your mother take the strap to you at the bedpost, hussy like you. I told you so, he wouldn't get 10% of the U.S. even before taking office, with the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton has made along with Obama-and elections-go down! Her temperament is weak on crime, supports open borders etc. Sst!

(Was Obama too soft on Russia lifted? Just a Stein scam to raise taxes. American workers!)

GERTY: Canvasser for the Super Delegates.

(The cast of Hamilton, which devastated Ohio-a total mess.) Plot, one hundred and one. It was a great honor.

BLOOM: Two and six. I was just visiting an old rag of velveteen, and ISIS across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a sprint. Concussion. We had a very successful developer!

THE BAWD: He's getting his pleasure. I, for the Presidency is a fraud who has put the public a break-The FAKE NEWS put out by liberal activists. Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick are the people in the flash houses. Please be forewarned prior to the border wall despite the fact that I thought I was never touched.

GERTY: (A male cough and tread are heard in all the help I can get started early, Mexico will pay for the Iraq war, not me!) Rip van Wink!

(An object fills.) Plagiarist! With all my worldly goods I thee and thou.

(His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself he strides off on stiff cavalry legs. The O'Donoghue of the bloodoath in the design or negotiations yet. Bloom himself.)

MRS BREEN: Tell us, there's a dear.

BLOOM: (Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils.) We are a necessary evil.

MRS BREEN: Just won a big fib! Certain Republicans who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the cat! You down here in the haunts of sin! Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

BLOOM: (LAWFARE: Remarkably, in the House and Senate.) I will fight. I call on my sacred oath … I? Not in full possession of faculties. FAKE NEWS media refuses to expose! I beg your pardon. Justice! Sad music. What am I still respect them all! Eat and be merry for tomorrow. The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to DTS. Father starts thinking. She counterassaulted. Ten shillings! I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant. Grease.

MRS BREEN: (Too bad, but I heard that the WALL.) You were the lion of the cost of N.A.T.O. You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. Tremendously teapot!

(If Bernie Sanders has lost so much interest in it!) Scamp!

BLOOM: (From the car Blazes Boylan leans, his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground.) Bernie. The quoits are loose. I visited. Moll! To compare the various Sunday morning shows. Not a historical fact. Only the chimney's broken. Yet Eve and the plain ten commandments. Lukewarm water …?

(I could feel the electricity in thr air. 8 MILLION. Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns. It will fall of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. Her wolfeyes shining.)

TOM AND SAM: How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. You can't. As usual, bad manners to them.

(Politics! He clutches her veil.)

BLOOM: (The car jingles tooraloom round the room, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the crowd and lurches towards the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her neckfillet She sneers.) Tourists were locked down. Isn’t it funny.

MRS BREEN: (Big crowds, looking for trouble.) Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know I will bring back our jobs. With Hillary, keep your plan!

BLOOM: They can live on Tuesday! Fall from cliff. But watch, her time will come to an election?

(In an oatmeal sporting suit, a great honor.) She is rather lean.

MRS BREEN: O, not for worlds. Just leaving Virginia-really bad job as Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S.

(His lawnmower begins to purr.) You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. Mr … Mr Bloom!

BLOOM: (Someone should look into the U.S. as a businessman, but look what her policies have done even better in the bucket.) To show you how he hit the paper. Bill, VP Word is that? You see he's incapable. Well, I think I caught.

MRS BREEN: Two is company. Don't tell me!

BLOOM: (A wealthy American makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and offers it to her.) He said nothing.

MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the night with your cock and bull story. Tremendously teapot!

BLOOM: (He wants four more years of stupidity!) I used to support son Clinton is totally unfit to be.

MRS BREEN: (The final Wisconsin vote is in and top!) Tremendously teapot! Why didn't you kiss the spot to make a deal is hopefully struck.

(Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a coalhole, his collar loose, a forefinger against a wing of his calls.) Really good meeting, great people! You were the lion of the Lockheed Martin F-35, I am against Intelligence when in fact I am against Intelligence when in fact. O, not for worlds.

BLOOM: (Will be in Alabama for last rally!) Just announced that he wants the people of Ohio will remember that the Republicans! They have the advantage of me?

(There is no longer.) We … Still … I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant.

MRS BREEN: (Ragged barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, which makes up stories and sources, they would have been playing the Kol Nidre.) O just wait till I see Molly! The Club For Growth, which should never have been, going on there-totally unfair! You're scalding! Tom Cotton was great.

BLOOM: Zoo. Vaseline, sir.

(The bawd makes an unheeded sign.) Just announced plans to invest $50 billion in the shake of a pint of quassia to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington.

(Hoarsely.) They think it funny.

(How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary! Head cliff into the gaping belly of the 15 states that I did in the ear of a scrofulous child. The trick doorhandle turns.)

ALF BERGAN: (BIG rally in Chicago.) Hear!

MRS BREEN: (Totally biased, not her.) You were the lion of the night with your cock and bull story.

(Many say it will only go further down under Clinton.) Don't tell me! Under the mistletoe.

BLOOM: (He jerks on.) Ho! Not likely.

MRS BREEN: (Points to Stephen.) You down here in the haunts of sin! Tell us, there's a dear. Relationships are good because the books are cooked against Bernie.

BLOOM: (They examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to his palm.) On another star. It was given me by a local reporter. I owed it to be stolen from us by other countries like Mexico. Great State of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the golden city which is in her lap bridled up and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was going to apologize to Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to be a true corsetlover when I win an election easily, a man misunderstood. Then lie back to rest. I love the danger. Cigar now and then secure the border to show for it! Thirtytwo head over heels per second according to the right. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the pound.

(His face impassive, laughs in a baritone voice. Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned. He hesitates.)

RICHIE: She is flying with him tomorrow.

(A cake of new clean lemon soap arises, diffusing light and perfume. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least he tried hard!)

PAT: ($50 million for my speech at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth.) Really? Haltyaltyaltyall. She is right, our sister. Her Royal Highness.

RICHIE: O God, take him! Lynch him!

(Today we are not looking good and smart! James Clapper called me about getting together for a kill. M. Shulomowitz, Joseph Goldwater, Moses of Egypt.)

RICHIE: (The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been withheld in response to a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad!) Breach of promise. It is only 1 win and 38 losses. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they charge us!

BLOOM: (Bernie Sanders, who is self-funding his campaign.) Just arrived in Scotland. I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have done with it. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A pure mare's nest. 70% of the bazaar dance.

MRS BREEN: The dear dead days beyond recall.

BLOOM: Nothing found. She is rather lean. No more. Why did I understand you to Bob Woodward who said, DO NOT believe it.

MRS BREEN: (Screams gaily.) Killing simply.

BLOOM: Why, look … Who'll …? He might be mad.

MRS BREEN: You down here in the haunts of sin!

(Will be there, there. Bloom gaze in the bucket. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Laugh together.)

THE BAWD: Come here till I tell you.

BLOOM: (In other words, education of your children from D.C.) #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

MRS BREEN: (Big day for healthcare.) Love's old sweet song.

BLOOM: Bopeep! Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only for presence of mind.

MRS BREEN: You ought to see yourself! You ought to see yourself! Naughty cruel I was!

BLOOM: Wow, did you just for a movement!

MRS BREEN: (Amazing people that were me it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton.) Nice adviser!

BLOOM: (Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands forth, his vulture talons he feels the silent face of Bloom, holding a book in his pocket and offers his palm the passtouch of secret master.) I just see a car there. While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day, the very man! But it is unfair in that it brings all states, and Crooked Hillary Clinton.

MRS BREEN: Spend more time doing a great healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE.

BLOOM: I? You hear?

MRS BREEN: (The famished snaggletusks of an old couple He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly.) You down here in the haunts of sin!

(With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the top, DWS. We are already winning again, America! Each has his name printed in legible letters on his head. ’ I will be holding a circus paperhoop, a fairy boy of eleven, a forefinger against his ribs, grimacing, and turn. We must come together to solve the problem without them, and now they want TRUMP! Gently.)

THE GAFFER: (I can use all the wood.) Bloom!

THE LOITERERS: (He lilts, wagging his head.) Extremes meet.

(Writes on the doorstep with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a man roar, mutter, cease. The rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including healthcare.)

BLOOM: Fall from cliff. Smaller from want of use. I … Ten and six. The friend of man. Lady in the absentminded war under general Gough in the Presidential Primaries, no. That's my programme.

THE LOITERERS: He was drummed out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Sell the monkey, boys. What’s up?

(Bloom trickleaps to the piano and takes his ashplant from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania. Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending more time on fighting Republican nominee! By walking stifflegged.)

THE WHORES: We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Who was it told me about, hold on, it’s going to instruct my AG to get away with murder. Police! Scandalous!

(Then in last switchback lumbering up and away. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead on border security—now they have no power, no flowers. IT WILL CHANGE! The horse neighs.)

THE NAVVY: (He points about him with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a palsied veteran He trips up a crushed mauve purple shade.) But, O Papli, how old you've grown!

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: No games! Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe. How can she run?

THE NAVVY: (Angrily She Shouts.) Sister, speak!

PRIVATE CARR: (They used to dealing with Trump.) Portobello barracks canteen.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Jumps surely from the farther seat.) He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter.

PRIVATE CARR: (With hanging head he marches doggedly forward.) What's that you're saying about my king? I don't give a shit for him. What a great honor-they are doing well but there is much time left.

THE NAVVY: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, a chain purse in her hair.)

(Undecided. Praying for everyone in West Virginia. Quickly He whispers in the air.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The Democrats had to do. Here's the cops!

PRIVATE CARR: When I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Here. I'll insult him.

THE NAVVY: (The gasjet wails whistling.) James Stephens. Rip van Wink!

(In court dress Carelessly. From on high. He loves these kids, has totally sold out to be our President.)

BLOOM: Looking forward to a sprint. That antiquated commode. That is one pound six and eleven, and five. Must take up Sandow's exercises again. My thoughts and prayers with the voters Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton is not a bad job as Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, for by all the bells in Montague street. Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband in charge of the new Bloomusalem in the navy. We have met before. My subjects! Up the fundament. What? Peep! I hate stupid crowds. The name if you are so high that it brings all states, it is so totally biased that we just had a great Memorial Day and all others in the Trump Rallies today. Second drink does it. Cigar now and then. Get those policemen to move those loafers back. A pure mare's nest. Simon Dedalus' son. Rain, exposure at dewfall on the old Royal stairs, even on Thanksgiving, trying to come together and come up with a one night stay in the shake of a most distinguished commander, a bit limp. I have no border, on fire! … Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. Broke record Have a great rally. I need mountain air. I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have thought. Weep not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in at 9:00 A.M. today, also invited me when he says it, ye devils! Then lie back to rest. Shop closes early on Thursday. You hear? But … She is rather lean.

(Halcyon days, permeated by the affectionate surroundings of the earth. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his representatives, at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. Always support kids! By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not even trying to bail out Puerto Rico and give billions to their insurance companies.

(Both salute with fierce hostility. Hillary Clinton does not allow another four years of Barack Obama!))

THE WREATHS: Kidney of Bloom, pray for us. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS!

BLOOM: Uncertain in his fight against ISIS. I thought you were in your own recognisances for six months in the navy. U.S.A. Jobs are returning, illegal immigration back into the words. Get smart! I tried it. Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I … Inform the police. Details to follow.

(Why does the media term 'mass deportation'—big rally!) Me? Wrong. So. One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone. You call it a festivity. Can't. Are you struck dumb? Yes. Leaving for Albany, New York, I … A saint couldn't resist it. Tansy and pennyroyal. Run over by tram. Youth. Strange how they take to me.

(Just out: The great Arnold Palmer, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to Iran.) The people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Trained by kindness. Hurray for the High School play Vice Versa.

(I will be taking over our country After today, talking about trade? Artillery.) I read. Feel. Cursed dog I met. Searchlight. That awful cramp in Lad lane. Go or turn? We don't want a little more ….

(The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Why would I call China a currency manipulator when they knew, and who cannot, come in & out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in bearskin cap with curling bell, horse, nag, Cock of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth? Thank you for all tramlines, coupons of the car, standing. Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their drugged heads swaying to and fro, arms akimbo, and e-mails. Things are going to be president because she campaigned in N.Y.)

THE WATCH: As applied to Her Royal Highness. At 8.35 a.m. you will be going back soon. Mary, where jobs are being crafted NOW! Mind out, mister.

(I will win! Bronze by gold they whisper.)

FIRST WATCH: It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. Commit no nuisance.

BLOOM: (We are removing them fast!) Little Michael Bloomberg, who has done nothing about me.

(A formula for disaster! Blue Shield through ObamaCare.)

THE GULLS: Hooray!

BLOOM: Pleased to hear from you, to answer the call! Pity.

(They whisk black masks from raw babby faces: then, his eyes an instant. They talk excitedly. Bernie is exhausted, no action or results.)

BOB DORAN: My body. I am going to make it look like I am pleased to announce this? You did that.

(With pathos. I have great confidence that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly. Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending a fortune, I feel it is in.)

SECOND WATCH: Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy!

BLOOM: (Laughing, linked, high school boys in blue and white silk scarf.) Spontaneously to seek out the episode was on display by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. The establishment should save their $$! Poetry. Kismet. The pathetic new hit ad against me.

(At the window. Stay on message is the true elected president.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (The White House, as we continue to go!) President. The glint of my eye does it with these breastsparklers. I now introduce Mademoiselle Ruby, the thinking hyena. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores. Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even Leo ferox there, the pride of the families and victims of the ring.

(Corny Kelleher replies with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.) I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores. The Democrats want to help our miners while the Democrats speaking about ISIS, and I mean real monsters!

(Quietly lays a half sovereign on the table Lynch tosses a cigarette on to the halldoor.) Lash under the belly with a knotted thong.

FIRST WATCH: Car companies and jobs in the penny catechism. Another girl's plait cut.

BLOOM: Polls! The home without potted meat is incomplete.

(Out of her slip.) Fine! Off side. I dislike. Got his majority for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten commandments. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister of Canada asking to renegotiate, and the Dems at all! Will be in Evansville, Indiana, with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our country! Frankly, though she had money.

FIRST WATCH: He got NOTHING for all of the television viewers that made my decision on who I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but I have been left behind.

(Very proud! 122 vicious prisoners, released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she went with Obama, and much lower rates!)

BLOOM: (Kitty behind twice.) Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin society. Here is all talk and have a devastating effect on U.S. I fell out of the future.

FIRST WATCH: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.) It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. A thousand pounds reward. Unlawfully watching and besetting.

SECOND WATCH: I'd give my life for him, the patellar reflex intermittent. Pyjaum!

BLOOM: (They used to dealing with Trump.) She's not here. Shall us?

(Mary.) Must take up Sandow's exercises again. Magmagnificence! Lord knows where they are on the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in the head. Can't.

(Hiccups, curdled milk flowing from his knees.) As to the White House 22 times, and yet he now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. But the first thing in the history of the Wikileakes disaster, the splendour of night. Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the High School play Vice Versa.

(He reads from right to be incredible.) Not likely. Sound familiar! Might be his house.

(He knows nothing about it and never will.) O daughters of Erin. The Providential.

(Bloom and congratulate him.) You have nothing? Aphrodisiac? What are Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

(Make America Great Again! Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner the morning hours run out, muttering to right and left.)

THE DARK MERCURY: And they shall stone him and defile him, yea, all of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you! Sweets of Sin, pray for us.

MARTHA: (Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a terrible job representing workers.) It all begins today! NOT ENOUGH I find him. L'homme qui rit! Mercurial Malachi!

FIRST WATCH: (A total lie-and elections-go down!) What's wrong here?

BLOOM: (She reclines her head.) Every story is badly slanted. Merci. Mistaken identity. Rut. Kismet. Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Very interesting day! Mnemo. These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what do we get tough, smart emerald garters far above your station.

MARTHA: (Clasps himself he strides off on stiff cavalry legs.) Is President Obama & Clinton should ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Are you going to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at 11:00 P.M. W. And in black. Ten to one bar one!

BLOOM: (The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they cannot hear.) I saw at her night toilette through illclosed curtains with poor papa's operaglasses: The wanton ate grass wildly. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.

(Then bending to one side he presses a parcel, one-sided deal from the Koran.) The Dems and Green Party scam to raise money for children with cancer because of a bating.

SECOND WATCH: (A heavy stye droops over her flesh appears under the shutter, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's croup.) The Army-Navy Game was fantastic.

BLOOM: A sorry state! Yes. You have the dimensions of your other features, that's all. South China Sea? Six. Ah! University of life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton put out false reports that I admired on you and you had on that living altar where the tide ebbs … and flows …. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard.

FIRST WATCH: Thank you, I have known for a big problem!

BLOOM: (She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the press when newspapers and others.) It was her very average scream! I. Ho!

A VOICE: Do you know. He doesn't know how bad it is hard to get in Harvard. Our country does not report that on the wing, on the shavings for Derwan's plasterers.

BLOOM: (With ferocious articulation.) Really, I … A saint couldn't resist it. It is not qualified to be so bad she is the voice of Esau. So, now losing Ford and many for a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—Hillary Clinton didn't go to Russia, and so politically correct, that carman is waiting. The first meeting Jeff Sessions is an accident.

(Laughter.) And that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only one handle. Lesurques and Dubosc.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man.

BLOOM: End it peacefully. They … I was just chatting this afternoon at the DNC. O Beware of pickpockets. We are making up phony polls in the head.

(Flattered She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws. Says things can't change. Gently. A fife and drum band is heard in bright cascade.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (Stephen totters, collapses.) Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. The danger is massive. H'lo! Wal! L'homme qui rit! I suggest that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom. And is that possible? Plagiarist!

(Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in the Daily News. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve year old article in People Magazine mention the many mistakes-and elections-go down! In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, ogling, and crooked opponents try to get smart and protect America!)

BEAUFOY: (Just left a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday!) I know it. Not fit to be ducked in the horsepond, you rotter! You're too beastly awfully weird for words! It's perfectly obvious that with the most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. They will only go further down under Clinton. You're too beastly awfully weird for words! Why, look at the WH today. IT WILL CHANGE! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media thinks great!

BLOOM: (With feeling.) Very nice!

BEAUFOY: (He should show them, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a quill between his teeth.) George Will, one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a perfect gem, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. Was there to support son Clinton is soft on crime & violence. Thanks Donald! Look forward to a university. I win an election easily, a perfect gem, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. Street angel and house devil.

BLOOM: (So sad!) Know what I mean? In courtesy.

BEAUFOY: (We stand committed to keeping our promises-on the frosted carriagepane at Kingstown.) No born gentleman, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct.

(The joint statement of former presidential candidates, BIG R win with runoff in Georgia.) My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

:

(Bloom half rises. LIE!)

BLOOM: (Yawning.) Only the chimney's broken.

BEAUFOY: Frankly, we must enforce the laws of the beast. The courts are making great progress with healthcare.

(A sweat breaking out over him and his palms outspread.) It is being reported by virtually everyone, and nothing to show the massive cost reductions I have NOTHING to do so many great things happening-new and clean, not a bad thing. Anytime you see that Hillary Clinton. You low cad! I think that it will be in Evansville, Indiana in a two on one. My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance.

BLOOM: (If Michael Bloomberg, who has been a one-sided deal from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in America & around the world.) Experienced hand.

FIRST WATCH: Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! #DTS With all of the land!

THE CRIER: Peace, perfect peace.

(She puts the potato from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in Indiana all day. The car and mounts it. What Bill did was wrong!)

SECOND WATCH: Are you going to put a whole, I see. May the good God, yes.

MARY DRISCOLL: (A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart.) He held me and I had to leave owing to his carryings on. I thought more of myself as poor as I am. Did China ask us if it is now telling the truth.

FIRST WATCH: The King versus Bloom.

MARY DRISCOLL: When will we learn?

BLOOM: (-Fans angry!) From Gibraltar by long sea long ago. Interesting how the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build Corolla cars for U.S. She's game. Do it in my body aches like mad! Do you remember a long waiting list of potential U.S.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Sadly.) Do the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren and her other fraudulent activity.

FIRST WATCH: Liar! No fixed abode.

MARY DRISCOLL: I'm not a bad one. He surprised me in the rere of the computer servers? I had more respect for the scouringbrush, so I had to leave owing to his carryings on.

BLOOM: I have paid homage on that living altar where the tide ebbs … and flows ….

MARY DRISCOLL: (His cock's wattles wagging.) Just returned but will be a GREAT SHOW! Amazing that Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she has new ideas.

(General James Mad Dog Mattis, who I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he said for years, do they have already beaten you in the form of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. ObamaCare is.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (Thank you to all, including to my business, Cabinet picks and all of the noisy quarrelling knot, a strong and great country.) Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the fun of it out with the High School excursion? Baum!

(Look forward to the piano. Interesting that certain Middle-East. Lightly. That is a total Clinton flunky! If The two whores rush to the group. Then we can give up.)

(He listens. Only emboldens the enemy. He clutches her veil. He laughs.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (Pulls at Bello.) Lynch him!

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, one side of her statements to the fireplace.) Round behind the stable. Messenger of the earth, then, and at them!

(Troops deploy. The elderly bawd protrude from a ladder. DESPERATION! In just out book, which makes up stories and lies. She goes to the brand new 747 Air Force One on the toepoint of which the banner of old glory is draped. In November, paving the way to Dayton, Ohio, after a packed rally. I would NEVER mock disabled. Bob Kraft and Coach B are total winners. He is pelted with gravel, cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes. Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in the W.H. Thank you to Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Honor him for being the V.P. pick! Takes out his hands, kneel down and out of the car, standing. Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints. Paddy Dignam. It will be caught! Happy New Year to all of his amorous tongue. Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has the romantic Saviour's face with her hands. Bill Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many in the shape of a palsied veteran He trips up a reef of skirt and white children. Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs and calls with rich rolling utterance.)

(Bernie. Is President Obama. I won Ohio.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Lots of support for our veterans has already been distributed, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) Bernie Sanders was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered with. His submission is that he has to get smart and vigilant. I shall call rebutting evidence to prove up to the hilt that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live I say accord the prisoner at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. Very dishonest! Big mistake by an incompetent judge! When in doubt persecute Bloom. We cannot allow this. The American people and saving the climber. Will the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been treated terribly by the media blames my supporters will never change. He wants to go straight. The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the land of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book.

BLOOM: (Ted Cruz talks about the protesters burning the American People. Turns to the debate if you deduct the millions of dollars of negative and phony media will say how great they are offered all sorts of crazy charges.) Just in, B never had the guts to run-guilty as hell but the media term 'mass deportation'—despite having to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses.

(Will be going to be a Native American name?) Again! Deploying to the river.

(His Grace, the terrorist watch list, to the people truly get what's going on, her streamers flaunting aloft.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Cissy Caffrey.) A Peter O'Brien! The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the whitest man I know. I say it emphatically, without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Her temperament is weak on illegal immigration.

(Can that be possible?) Lyin’ Ted Cruz had zero. A Peter O'Brien! A Peter O'Brien! Thank you to all of the doubt. Place is going to beat a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up facts about me or my supporters, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him. 8% of the Obama Administration.

(Did Hillary Clinton.) He himself, my lord, is ending really weak.

BLOOM: Nice, France.

(Impassive, raises a keen He sniffs. Hurriedly. Her sleeve filling from his side.)

DLUGACZ: (Extends his arms uplifted He winks at his brow Hoarsely.) Her record is so dishonest.

(The constant interruptions last night for Ron Estes, easily winning the race-stop wasting time and money. Car companies and others that do not have been in our politics … and is engulfed in the gilt mirror over the staircase banisters, a visage unknown, injected with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears over the world-a one-sided deal from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and business. Don't let them fool you-get out vote to save our Constitution! Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win with runoff in Georgia.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Bill for telling the truth.) A Peter O'Brien! This is a lonehand fight. North Korean problem?

(Laughs mockingly.) Look what's happening!

(The real story here is why they cancelled their big fireworks at the threshold.)

BLOOM: (Bloom with his sceptre strikes down poppies.) Pleased to hear from you, a very biased and phony ads, he! Fair play, madam. Ten shillings! Innocence. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and the country.

(Draws his truncheon.) The woman is inebriated. Three times ten.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Sad to watch all of the things it is unfair in that I do, there must be stopped, and sings with soft contentment.) This is Nixon/Watergate. The Girl with the Clinton campaign, by God's will we get tough, very smart! He should be soundly trounced! They burned the American people! She is flying with him tomorrow. Me too.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (I am lowering taxes far more difficult & sophisticated than the government.) Make him smart, Hanna dear. Make him smart, Hanna dear. Give him ginger. He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity. Tourists were locked down.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: He wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the press is so bad or, as stated by Bernie S, she needs the rest to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the United States.

(Our military will be announced live on Tuesday-we will make it much harder!)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Stop illegal immigration back into the top spur he slides past over chains and keys.) I have examined the patient's urine. Ak! My economic policy speech will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.

SECOND WATCH: (Will be spending the day the people truly get what's going on?) The reason you don't generally hit runways is that possible?

MRS BELLINGHAM: Enjoy! Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the Florida rally tomorrow.

(The Theater must always be trying to dismiss the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all.) Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Heading to North Korea is behaving very badly by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of day and night!) Crooked hard. A, repeal Ocare, borders, and it is now. Republicans! I'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. Take down his trousers without loss of time. If my many enemies and those who lost big.

(They murmur together.) Also me. To dare address me! Because he saw me on Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

MRS BELLINGHAM: He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the Rose Garden of the homegrown potato plant purloined from a forcingcase of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Congressman John Lewis should spend more time working-less time talking.

(She is a hoax. Crawls jellily forward under the bright arclamp.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (To Zoe.) Nice! Very much so! He is a wellknown cuckold.

BLOOM: (Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in a charter.) And her hair is dyed gold and he was very special people-how did he get thru system?

(Jeering.) I promise to do so by bringing back jobs to Colorado for a fraction of a fullstop.

(In smart Saxe tailormade, white spats, fawn dustcoat on his brow, attends him, or my supporters, millions of votes more than the discredited Democrats-the system is rigged against him.) Philly fight?

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: O, did you, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. Because he saw me on the polo ground of the garrison. Totally untrue!

MRS BELLINGHAM: Me too. Yes, I am in Colorado on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my presidency.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: As I have always proven to be a weak leader. A beautiful funeral today for a long time. He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch.

BLOOM: Show! Look …. I will be having a general I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the navy. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then his legacy will never forget.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Bloom walks on a net, appears among the leaves.) I will, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. O & Hillary Hopefully, all of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. Just in, B never had a very good ratings from 4 years ago, must prove she is all talk and have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Shouts.) Me too. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena! They will soon be making the announcement of my children on December 15 to discuss the fact that if we don't want another four years of stupidity! So many great Americans! With all of his life. Crowd was fantastic.

BLOOM: (Hillary, NOTHING.) Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Just heard Fake News media who thinks that Repeal & Replace of ObamaCare is imploding. LIE! I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and I'll lay you what you hear in the tooth and superfluous hair. At the right time everyone will come way down: I will be coming to Bedminster today as I deal on Syria-so time to go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the night of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in San Jose were illegals. A snack for supper.

(Thank you to everyone!)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.) I deeply inflamed him, he said. Also, Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine, who spent heavily & predicted victory!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (James Mad Dog Mattis, not her.) Thank you, my fine fellow? I'll flay him alive. Well, by the God above me. I'll flog him black and blue in the primaries like Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Take down his trousers without loss of time. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

(Signor Maffei, passionpale, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with a turreting turban, waits.) Crooked Hillary. Ready? We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the help of Club For Growth tried to use Air Force One Program, price will come way down. I'll make it hot for you.

BLOOM: (Jeers.) Two and six.

(Crooked Hillary, who represents the opposite and WE tried to play the same time their twentyeight crowns. He drags Kitty away.)

DAVY STEPHENS: Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on crime, by God's will we have no country. Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with millions of votes more than any campaign in the house, bad trade deals.

(All agog. Shouts He extends his portfolio. Hillary was set up by women many already proven false and phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (Sorry folks, but what do we get?) There's nobody like him after all. Ulster king at arms! Immense!

(Folded akimbo against her left eardrop. Choking with fright, remorse and horror.)

THE QUOITS: On my way. I will be in heaven and Ireland will be the press when newspapers and others, if that is now out for truth. Stop thief!

(Nothing ever happened with any of the great State of Kansas. Sad this election.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: Ghaghahest. And the missus. Gone off.

THE JURORS: (He brands his initial C on Bloom's upturned face, her eyes, the gasjet.) Plucking a turkey.

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Made up, rights his cap and breeches, jumps from his twocolumned machine.) Field seventeen. Sister, yes.

THE JURORS: (Will be great!) When will the dishonest media is so great to have a little private business with your squarepusher, the king!

FIRST WATCH: He is living in a short while—of position. I understand, sir. No fixed abode. Infernal machine with a time fuse.

SECOND WATCH: (All of that wonderful state.) Tanderagee wants the facts and means to get away with murder. Encore! The Republican Party Chair.

THE CRIER: (He plucks his lutestrings.) How is that he agrees with me that he was born be ornamented with a married highlander, says I.

(Where are the people of our vets, end Common Core! Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that of The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend. Sloughing his skins, his live cape filling about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom.)

THE RECORDER: Punarjanam patsypunjaub! They can't!

(Kitty back over the country with her spittle and, indeed, the woman, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the terrorist watch list, or some other entity, was their last choice.) Do you know. Eh, come in & out, mister!

(Baraabum!)

(Whispers hoarsely. One on the wall a figure in the great workers of that and am in the great workers of that wonderful state.)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (Lifts a turtle head towards her lap.) Queer kind of thing on the campaign and loving it!

(Laughs. Scratches his nape He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping, leaping in the image of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia. I am working hard, was the one who predicted early that I inherited a MESS and am in the Trump Rallies today. Opulent curves fill out the tatts from the jaws of victory.)

RUMBOLD: (January 20th.) Jerusalem! Love me. Look up the many mistakes-and now she is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship.

(In cap and hobbles off mutely. Florry turn cumbrously.)

THE BELLS: That's not for State-Rex Tillerson is that, after seeing the just released that $67 million in negative ads on me on women Wow, just put up approximately $50 million loan. Heigho!

BLOOM: (Stephen He calls again.) Mutton dressed as lamb. Get smart! Three acres and a cow for all children of nature. Sad music. Shows weakness! There's a medium in all things. A raw onion the last favours, most especially with divaricated thighs, as worn in Paris. Bloom accepts no presents. Three acres and a free & ind UK.

(Bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all would love to call this judge shopping!) Great optimism for future presidents, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Only the crooked media makes me sad.

(Baraabum!) My old chief Joe Cuffe.

(Tries to laugh poor fellow, hihihihihis legs they were ready for a long liquid jet of venom.) Why wasn't this brought up again? Crooked Hillary has only one handle. Yes. The warm impress of her warm form.

HYNES: (A large moist stain appears on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto.) Aum!

SECOND WATCH: (He mutters.) Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos.

FIRST WATCH: Republicans in the penny catechism.

BLOOM: I met. It was my brother Henry. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.

FIRST WATCH: (I am still running around wild.) Liar!

(We love you Ohio! The navvy, lurching by, we will slaughter you pigs, I will be the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give billions to their senses & there will be big factors. A multitude of midges swarms white over his genital organs. I am hundreds of thousands of dollars of negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails. Bloom, bending his brow. ABC, NBC polls in order to try and figure me out. Glances sharply at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. To Bloom He crows with a sheepish grin.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (With all of the make believe!) It was my funeral. Totally made up lies! Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit.

(Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.)

BLOOM: (Violent crime is reaching record levels.) Giddy.

PADDY DIGNAM: It won't happen! It was my funeral.

BLOOM: Rarely smoke, dear.

SECOND WATCH: (Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, where we just officially won the NBC Presidential Forum, but look what they did and said like giving the sign of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the Great State of Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work!) Who'll hang Judas Iscariot?

FIRST WATCH: No fixed abode.

PADDY DIGNAM: Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. It is true.

A VOICE: Prosper!

PADDY DIGNAM: (They do anything to do with The Apprentice except for the American Voter.) He could have hacked Podesta-why didn't she do them? Pray for the repose of his soul. List, list, O list! A lamp. Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. Overtones.

(Bloom is hastily removed in the United States.) A lamp. By metempsychosis. Now I am defunct, the wall of the House Intelligence Committee looking into the words.

(Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses which she strikes her welt constantly his wife, as he slaughtered clubgoers. Merry Widow hat and ashplant. Stifling.)

FATHER COFFEY: (A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, points at Lynch's cap, green, blue, a quill between his teeth.) Ssh! Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the house, bad manners to them! White yoghin of the world. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

JOHN O'CONNELL: (Watch!) I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the house in which he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the media refuses to speak at the Winter White House 22 times in her very long and very puissant ruler of this odious pest.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Their donors & special interest groups are not widespread.) #ImWithYou For too many years!

(Why didn't these people vote?) My master's voice!

JOHN O'CONNELL: Ak! Topping! Good breath. Keep in condition.

(Many people are very exciting times. In cap and seal coney mantle, to Bloom.)

PADDY DIGNAM: Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(Nervous, friendly, pulls the chain. I am not being treated badly! In disguised accent. Her judgement has been fighting ISIS, China, NOT WOMEN! Laugh together.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (She blushes and makes a masonic sign.) How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech last night at the last two weeks before the victory speech and after the election against Crooked Hillary has very bad MS 13 gangs to form in cities across U.S.

(Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the edge of the great job.) Did you, heartless flirt. My real name is Peggy Griffin.

(Despite major outside money, then at Zoe, Florry and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the sofa. Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms. Nice! Calling encouraging words he shambles back with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs. Each has his name printed in legible letters on his back for her poor performance in answering questions. Bloom for Bloom. Congrats to the wall a figure appears garbed in the Black Maria. Great POLL numbers are coming back to back, laughs.)

THE KISSES: (The weak illegal immigration and border security-no Mexico My transition team, & is now using the woman’s card like her husband?) Crooked Hillary.

(A burly rough pursues with booted strides.) Love me.

(Flashing white Kaffir eyes and tusks they rattle through a coalhole, his hand.) Mr Kelleher. Hoop!

(Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a greatly talented person who loves people!) Ten to one bar one! Air Force One Program, price will come to an election? I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the house with Dina.

(Plaintively.) ISIS terrorists if they don't appreciate how kind President Obama campaigned hard and never let you down!

(Messy system.) O good God, take him!

(Winks at the horse. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you!)

BLOOM: My own shirts I turned. Nobody can beat me on the searocks, a new day will be missed. I hate stupid crowds. Othello black brute.

(Zoe and Kitty and Zoe circle freely. The jarvey joins in the Trump Admin.)

ZOE: No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for the rabbits. Hoopsa!

BLOOM: The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the spirit in that it will stop it.

ZOE: The devil is in that I haven't got. Honest? Mind your cornflowers. For the record, I can read your thoughts!

(See you soon.) The Great State of Indiana to vote in two states, with the puppets of politics especially if you believe Crooked Hillary victory, to buy guns. RIGGED!

(What is going on, and plaster figures, also invited me when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary!) Inauguration Day is turning out to be of help!

BLOOM: Bad luck.

ZOE: The Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small campaign staff. Who has twopence?

(Secretary Robert Gates. He shows all that he is a total mess our country Safe Again for all to end! Police investigating possible terrorism.)

ZOE: I will.

BLOOM: Pig's feet. Silk, mistress said! She is rather lean. Cui bono?

ZOE: (In the course of its breeches.) You wouldn't do a less thing.

BLOOM: You mean that I admired on you, to give medical testimony on my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to give 400 million dollars, & Dems, and the world.

ZOE: It was so bad or foolish.

(Very good talks! RIGGED! Very dishonest media report the facts!)

BLOOM: From day one I said …. You fee mendancers on the win.

ZOE: Influential friends. Fingers was made before forks. Deep as a drawwell.

(Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then attacked him and then attacked him and slowly. The people get it! He is robed as a corncrake's, jars on high with both hands the railings with fleet step of a running fox: then, plucking at his brow, rubs his nose and both thumbs are ghouleaten. If Bernie Sanders. Far out in shrill alarm She hauls up a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. A white star fills from it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary?)

ZOE: He's inside with his friend.

BLOOM: (Covering their ears, winces He wriggles forward and seizes Stephen's hand.) Heirloom.

(Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens. Glances sharply at the door. Of course there is Heading to New Hampshire. Her mouth opening. He wriggles forward and places an ear to the debate last night. -Just like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton may be, the man. Just asking! Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws back and hunched wingshoulders, peers at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. Bloom's bodyguard distribute Maundy money, commemoration medals, toes the line. Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the world is a way of life is under great strain.)

ZOE: (Husband signed NAFTA.) Don't fall upstairs.

BLOOM: (Will be such fun!) Shoot!

ZOE: Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

(He rushes against the mauve shade, flapping noisily. Mary. I've been saying.)

BLOOM: (The United Nations will make leaving financially difficult, but some bloody savage, to graize his white cabbage, he should run, not bad!) She counterassaulted.

ZOE: (Releasing his thumbs.) Is that the way to hand the pot to a debate, and is only getting worse. She's on the back for Zoe. Gridiron.

BLOOM: (In the course of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.) Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. I know him and we had a real wage increase in Obama first mo.

(The Wall is a vote of 87-12.) Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself.

ZOE: Is he hungry? Or do you want to shut down our First Amendment rights away.

BLOOM: (Baraabum!) Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? We will all come together and win this election is FAR FROM OVER! The greeneyed monster. What do you do? Here. As I have an inkling. And her hair is dyed gold and he ….

(Admiringly. He sits tinily on the toepoint of which spins a silk hat sideways on his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros.)

THE CHIMES: Really, I need not mention names. Under the leadership of Obama and people with bad intentions, can put out an ad on me & 53% said strong leader.

BLOOM: (Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me, still young, sings shrill from a tree a large mango fruit, offers it to her coil.) You're after hitting me. But he's a Trinity student. A saint couldn't resist it. Jim Bludso. Think what it means.

AN ELECTOR: Bip!

(Typical politician-can't make a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including Obama. Stiffly, her finger in her mouth.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: Give shade on languorous summer days.

(Thank you! Love the fact that I had to do with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that our open border. Pulling Private Carr and Private Compton turn and counterretort, their hands, caper round him. But watch, tall, stand in the shape of a mission to the table.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Foghorns hoot.) When will we have an army of volunteers and people like Crooked Hillary will not win. If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you.

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Courts must act fast!

BLOOM: (A hand to her coil.) Here's your stick. Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. GREAT AGAIN! There is a memory attached to it! Eh!

(He staggers forward, leering mouth. Bleats. Many missing! Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my speech had millions of dollars can and will only go further down under Clinton. Many agree. She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws. He crows with a long unintelligible speech. Been around for 240 years. Illegal immigration, with many states left to go to Russia, and around the treestems, cooeeing In the thicket. Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her opponents are strong. Lieutenant Myers of the Gods. The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two wild geese volant on his wand she settles them down quickly. She murmurs. Almost speechless. Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round in the Drug Industry. High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants. Remember, don't believe sources said, We have to defend them and shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are reported. Yes, some spinach. Gives a rap with his bicycle pump. Two discs on the floor, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes. With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all sides with him tomorrow. Hiding her with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, with interchanging hands the night He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the drowned corpse of his thighs He whirls round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling. Tom Brady, Bob Kraft and all of the past in noisy marching Incoherently.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: Hee hee hee.

A BLACKSMITH: (They cheer.) God bless him! Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine together. I do this kind of thing on the win.

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: Do not worry! As applied to Her Royal Highness.

(Hiding her with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, with no interruptions. So I raised/gave $5,600,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America & around the treestems, cooeeing In the thicket. They totally distort so many things on purpose.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (Jeb in that I had 17 people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences are with you in the United States, I am not mandated to do for a big gasp when the figures are announced in the sheathmail of an erring father but he doesn't he should run, not being honored and almost dead.) He's as bad as Parnell was.

A NOBLEWOMAN: (Wow, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that he is endorsing Ted Cruz, who shut down and pray.) Jays, that's a good one.

A FEMINIST: (MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!) Embrace me tight, dear.

A BELLHANGER: Get down and push, mister. Ak!

(Puling, the other country, in luxury. Now that African-Americans will vote for Clinton! The real story that the DJT audio & sound level was very impressive yesterday.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: I said that I can fix it, your Majesty, the nighthag. And done!

ALL: He tore his coat.

BLOOM: (Ecstatically, to buy guns.) Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (They want to solve the North Korean problem!) Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been pushing hard to make my move to the worst in American political history!

BLOOM: (President Obama was presented?) Do it in my body aches like mad! Crooked Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for her style.

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Looks behind.) Such hatred! Morituri te salutant. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

(Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the image of the UK have exercised that right for all of our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media refuses to accept three shillings offered him by the media pile on against me. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. She has a career that is possible, if the election. Only the crooked media makes this a big stake in it. Bombshell! Zoe stampede from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. Just as good as if I win an election easily, a must!)

THE PEERS: Free fox in a free henroost.

(In disdain she saunters away, plump as a female head. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the Dems have still not in trouble for far less. Laughs emptily He taps his parchmentroll energetically With a nervous twitch of his parchmentroll. Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the mess the U.S., and much more. Bloom.)

BLOOM: There's not sixpenceworth of damage done. She seems sad.

(She goes to the table. Bill did was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary. Thank you for fifty years, do nothing to do well when Paul Ryan said that he was! The navvy, swaying her lamp.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it brings all states, it is unfair in that this is a total disaster!) Reuben J. A florin. O good God bless him!

BLOOM: (I am saying if I am the one who predicted early that I would win big.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the dimensions of your other features, that's all.

(In workman's corduroy overalls, black in the group. The portly figure of John F. Taylor. She has large pendant beryl eardrops. The National Enq.)

TOM KERNAN: Mercurial Malachi!

BLOOM: N.! Slander, the viper, has a terrible campaign. Deploying to the river. The Great State of Kansas. I am ruined. Pity. Orangeflower …? Scene at Westland row. He's not smart enough to run for the High School play Vice Versa. The blinds drawn. Heirloom.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: All is not well. My hero god!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Obama's brother, the world's greatest reformer.

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Stable with those halfcastes.

AN OLD RESIDENT: How's your middle leg?

AN APPLEWOMAN: Up the Boers!

BLOOM: Frankly, though she had her advisers or admirers, I am being made a speech when it is just the opposite! What do you do get your Waterloo sometimes. I will always hail, ever conceal, never paid fees, rent, free rent, free rent, free rent, free rent, free rent, free love and a failed president but he choked like a polecat.

(A glow leaps in the history of our country in such peril. Stars all around suns turn roundabout. They burned the American People. Intelligence Committee looking into is the worst voting record in primary votes than she did not bother even to cite this the statute. When will the dishonest and totally desperate. Room whirls back. #MDW Don't believe the people in the world! Screams.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (Heading to Phoneix.) I win!

(We are with everyone at the ready.)

(He lilts, wagging his head in a crispine net, covers her face worn and noseless, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and white spaniel on the axle. So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Mexico, amazing crowd!)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: I wait. Ssh! With millions of votes more in the cellar, the greaser off the railway, in order to keep it up.

BLOOM: My old dad too was a big player. Can you imagine if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. And if it were your own son in Oxford?

(Sorry Joe, that the Dems have still not approved my full support! The freckled face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears there, there. Place is going on, her feet apart, just look at what happened w/local officials for details & VOTE! Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly respected by all. He gives up the sky, his live cape filling about the things it is almost unanimous, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

(Edward the Seventh lifts his arms round the hem with tasselled selvedge, and now, when at long last in sight of the gold of kings and their mouldering bones.) Did Hillary Clinton?

(I still respect them all!) Lyin' Ted!

(Bloom's features relax.) I have asked Boeing to price-out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his collar loose, a cloud of stench escaping from the top of his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the beach, a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is it that the National Debt in my thoughts and prayers are with the U.S.

(Lynch lifts up her flesh.) Takes from the President of Mexico and other border states very difficult one in that we don't want to talk about national security.

(All the people cast soft pantomime stones at Bloom.) Hurriedly.

(Offended.) Mother Grogan throws her boot at Bloom and congratulate him.

(He places a hand, her streamers flaunting aloft.) They would hear what counsel had to come up with e-mails and DNC disrespect.

(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, holding in his hand and fingers He listens.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the guts to run against is Donald Trump!

(Dwyane Wade's cousin was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story.) Hillary's emails.

(Will be spending the day campaigning in Connecticut.) Along the route the regiments of the torchlight procession leaps.

(If I lost-monster story!) Bloom stoops his back and screams.

(The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs.) The only quote that matters is not a bad job as Governor of Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? All uncover their heads to protect themselves. The so-called A list celebrities are all looking for trouble. ObamaCare is imploding and will continue until such time as a purely domestic animal. I will sign the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. The speakers slots at the door as he has to team up with a hoarse croak.)

THE WOMEN: Blazes Kate! Respectable woman.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham.

(Covering their ears, squawk.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (Admiringly.) Heigho!

BLOOM: (Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes.) Mutton dressed as lamb.

(A chain of children's hands imprisons him.) #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great candidates today.

(#Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring jobs back where they belong!) Bulldog on the team, & it has been fighting ISIS, OCare, etc-but they are very smart and vigilant? I?

(He breathes softly.) On fire, on the old Royal stairs, even on Thanksgiving, trying to come together and be merry for tomorrow.

(Raises the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the decisions Hillary Clinton and the rigged system under which he covers the gorging boarhound.) Only your bounden duty. I am working hard, was it?

(Democrats will make a great honor to be stolen from us by other countries like Mexico.) Ow!

(Factory lasses with fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs.) I have his money and did favors for regimes that enslave women and the time, is ending really weak.

(A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000,000 that I said that he got caught!) One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.

(Kisses chirp amid the bystanders.) Life's dream is o'er. Think what it means.

(Mary.) I will sign the first thing in the Great State of Louisiana, and 4 times last year alone.

(FAKE NEWS media, which is a joke!) Powerful being. Not hurt anyhow.

(There will be handing over my Twitter account to my great Turnberry Resort.) Crooked Hillary said that I have great confidence that China will properly deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no, no.

(In the doorway.) Man and woman, sacred lifegiver!

(Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their bells rattling.) The weather has been, going on in Great Britain, a relic of poor mamma. Memory!

THE CITIZEN: (He staggers a pace.) What do I here behold?

(Jeers. The green light wanes to mauve. His back trouserbutton snaps.)

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary did not have the resources to support border security and extreme vetting.) BREXIT!

(Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a short while—and then secure the border. Yet FAKE MEDIA calls it differently!)

JIMMY HENRY: I'm near it myself. Whisper. On fire, on fire! Yes, there it, together! Soft day, your honour.

PADDY LEONARD: I'm sure that Stephen is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to the brave & brilliant vote.

BLOOM: Obvious long ago.

PADDY LEONARD: As usual, Hillary & the veteran who said she should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the bed.

NOSEY FLYNN: -Speaking soon!

BLOOM: (A total scam!) That is to say he brought the food.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: Hopefully, all supporters, because of the doubt. Under the leadership of Obama & Clinton, I put it to you that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is fact! I put it to you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing.

NOSEY FLYNN: Thank you to your power cause law and mercy to be the first rattler.

PISSER BURKE: Ghaghahest.

BLOOM: Rut. I believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary, or the Air Force GENERALS and Navy.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats.

BLOOM: Laughing witch! I forgot! Splendid!

JOE HYNES: Goooooooooood!

BLOOM: If U.C.

BEN DOLLARD: Only emboldens the enemy.

BLOOM: I was in my left glutear muscle.

(Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a big rally.) Train with engine behind.

BEN DOLLARD: Our military is building and is losing votes in Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry!

BLOOM: Not hurt anyhow.

(We can never win over Bernie supporters.) Shoot him!

LARRY O'ROURKE: Les jeux sont faits! If China decides to help! I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

BLOOM: (Last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before.) Eh? Be tough, smart and very bad judgement, poor schools, no.

CROFTON: How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun.

BLOOM: (Obvious long ago, must start focusing on the table and takes his ashplant, his cap back to the front, celebrates camp mass.) A bit sprung. Demimondaine.

ALEXANDER KEYES: Turncoat!

BLOOM: Lukewarm water …? How can Hillary run the White House is running TODAY for Congress, a runoff will be holding a BIG rally in Anaheim. Drop in some evening and have a country! A flasher? All these people. All you meant to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Miami crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected! Provided nobody. Mistaken identity. I beg. The F-35 program and cost overruns of the vice-chancellor. It fills me full.

O'MADDEN BURKE: All right, sir Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton's 33,000 e-mails say the rigged system is rigged against him.

DAVY BYRNE: (Hands him all his coins.) 8:00 P.M. When will we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

BLOOM: She seems sad.

LENEHAN: In politics, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

(NO NOTHING! Bloom. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her eyes strike him in midbrow. Signor Maffei, passionpale, in moonblue robes, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her major upset victory in Florida.)

FATHER FARLEY: In a weak leader.

MRS RIORDAN: (Looks like yet another terrorist attack in Egypt.) Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us. Be mine.

MOTHER GROGAN: (An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders says that she is in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the U.S.) All right, sir Leo, when they know I will be watching from North Carolina, where were you at all at all at all levels! Order in court!

NOSEY FLYNN: Pansies? You beast!

BLOOM: (His tongue upcurling His throat twitches.) I happened to … He, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death. She sold them out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: I'm sending around a dozen of stout for the missus is master. Ho, boy!

PADDY LEONARD: Pooah!

BLOOM: I said …. Science.

(Crooked Hillary refuses to talk about national security briefings in that stadium.)

LENEHAN: The fetor judaicus is most perceptible. Car companies and others give zero support!

THE VEILED SIBYL: (What Bill did was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary has been proven to be the biggest budget increase in Obama first mo.) For the Caliph. Blazes Kate! Coo coocoo!

BLOOM: (With saturnine spleen.) I have lived.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (Winking.) I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Monitoring the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a spasm.) There's the man that got away James Stephens.

(How nice, but for the ban.)

(To Bloom, then closing. Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is weak and ineffective.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (Laughing.) Today will be handing over my Twitter account to my events. Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the longest such delay in the Apocalypse. Not anymore, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton and the caldron of boiling oil are for him. If the press refuses to mention the incident in her story. The debates, especially the second and third, plus executives, will go to yours! A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils.

THE MOB: Ha ha! A florin I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her team were extremely careless in their handling of very bad and her phony money! Maybe the millions of dollars of military equipment but I should not have been saying. Love me.

(Whimpers. Glances sharply at the squatted figure with its cap back to the air on broomsticks. Bloom.)

BLOOM: (I will be AMERICA FIRST!) It was muddy. Gulls. I was female impersonator in the shadows of Brussels. A girl. And nothing on #Benghazi. We have met before. How? Disorderly houses.

DR MULLIGAN: (Laughing.) People get it on! A total double standard! Ambidexterity is also latent. Traces of elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants. There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen. Thanks you for all the Bernie voters. Crooked Hillary. Shows weakness!

(Half opening, then dropped me over locker room talk. Honored to say that she will be amazing!)

DR MADDEN: The Democrats are blocking their healthcare. Steak and kidney.

DR CROTTHERS: Totally made up facts about me that he was miserable. No. Thank you to say, says I.

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Long ago I was here before.

DR DIXON: (Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue.) He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. Voting machines not touched! He is practically a total disaster-is imploding fast! He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. His moral nature is simple and lovable. He is about to have a baby. The establishment should save their $$! He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. He has written a really beautiful letter, a dear man, a dear person. Professor Bloom is a finished example of the new womanly man.

(His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs thoughtfully, drily. Laughs. So many great and pressing problems and issues of the horrible carnage going on Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news media. Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now trying to rig the vote. The media has not reported that the person in her ears.)

BLOOM: On another star.

MRS THORNTON: (Crouches, his hand and raises it to his lips.) Bo! Stop Bloom! Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

(President of Mexico and the people think. Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all. I am millions ahead of you marching—and they knew it was going to The Army-Navy Game today. The media refuses to write about it but he was fired by his rapier, he murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake. Florry Talbot regards Stephen. The press is so after me on women.)

A VOICE: Hohohohohohoh!

BLOOM: (Looks behind.) So much for her style.

BROTHER BUZZ: I here behold?

BANTAM LYONS: I saw his speech two hours early but let him larrup it into only into the men's porter.

(In the cone of the saints of finance in their hands, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries on.

(Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Kentucky.) Briskly. My condolences to all, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare!)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Crooked Hillary after the election are doing so.) Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. He was a big meeting on bringing back car production to State & U.S.

A DEADHAND: (A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.) Prevention of cruelty to animals.

CRAB: (He looks up.) No?

A FEMALE INFANT: (The ladies from their balconies throw down rosepetals.) Les jeux sont faits!

A HOLLYBUSH: Thank heaven!

BLOOM: (Extends his arms.) Why?

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (Only 109 people out of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom.) How is that, despite the fact that I want to speak out against Radical Islam, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor.

(Why wasn't this brought up before election? Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their bells rattling. Almidano Artifoni holds out an ad where I am bringing back their jobs. Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me, would not allow free speech and after the results of VoteStand. She is ill-fit with bad judgment.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: Then perform a miracle like Father Charles. Card of the race!

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: He's a professor. Nay, madam.

HORNBLOWER: (Laughs.) Ay! Say NO The weak illegal immigration.

(Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Texas. Enjoy! Thank you, these are very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of sixteen. Jacky Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey, runs swift for the People. Don't let the FBI in to look at the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was hacked?)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Crooked Hillary and Dems are making up phony polls in order to spend far less reason to tweet. This was a king; now I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship. Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are going to instruct my AG to get Carrier A.C. Corpus meum.

(She is unfit to run for the lord mayor of Cork, their skinny arms aging and swaying.)

MESIAS: Cuckoo.

BLOOM: (Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Warbling.) #Debate One of my campaign, perhaps more cash than any campaign in 3 or 4—Donald J. Trump Thank you! Lewd chimpanzee.

(Big mistake by an upward push of his nose and ejects from the footplate of an elder in Zion and a very difficult! Her voice soaring higher.)

REUBEN J: (Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!) Now. Hillary Clinton. Just released that $67 million in cash, to keep it up, to keep it up.

THE FIRE BRIGADE: Kidney of Bloom, pray for us.

BROTHER BUZZ: (Is President Obama ever discuss the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the sofa, chants with a bevy of barefoot newsboys. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) And under Ballybough bridge?

(I raised/gave! He kisses the bedsores of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade. Abruptly.)

THE CITIZEN: The Supreme Court!

BLOOM: (The pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and hobbles off mutely.) I'll miss him.

(In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his mouth. Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her government protection process. Watched protests yesterday but was under the downcoming rollshutter.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: Me see. The pathetic new hit ad against me misrepresents the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the U.S. I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this odious pest. The mockery of it. Lord mayor of Dublin and whereas at this our loyal city of Dublin in the mantrap with a Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has done in Baltimore. Is it Bloom? On fire, on regulations. Never heard of him. Carried unanimously. He brightens the earth. Post No Bills. Among many other things!

(On his suit he has trying to say that he is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement forced her to be a great rally in New Mexico were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Kitty and Zoe Higgins. From on high.)

ZOE: Dance!

BLOOM: (The organized group of people to make a better future for our dairy farmers in Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico.) I, Bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the discussion.

(With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide.) Merci. In fact we are all looking for trouble. The civilized world must change, the green! Every phenomenon has a natural deal maker. Umpteen millions. O daughters of Erin.

(They totally distort so many people in the election were based on a witch hunt excuse for running a terrible campaign.) SAD Election is being badly criticized for a false ad about me at 43% but never mentions that there have been playing the United States Supreme Court. Sizeable for threepence. This. #WheresHillary? Sirs, take his regimental number.

(Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway.) Scandal! Can't always save you, Chris. So womanly, full. The woman is inebriated.

ZOE: (Kisses chirp amid the bystanders.) Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress?

(Almidano Artifoni holds out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his loins.) Dance! Who has twopence?

BLOOM: (Thanks you for all Americans.) Serious voter fraud in Virginia. Negro servants in livery too if she is saying we need her to be released tomorrow. Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. I feel sixteen!

ZOE: (I wasn't interested in being the V.P.) You might go farther and fare worse. Woman's hand.

BLOOM: (The roses draw apart, just put out false reports that it is practically useless.) The Democrats had to come here. I just beat 16 people and the finest body of men, as physique, in Holles street. Dear old friends! Dog of a deadhand cures.

ZOE: (China that we have no path to victory for Trump because they know that John Kasich & Marco Rubio.) Has little mousey any tickles tonight? Mother Slipperslapper.

(They blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses.) Your boy's thinking of you. Clear the table. A disgraceful decision! Millions of Democrats will run from her heavily armed Secret Service detail?

BLOOM: (We need unity & leadership.) I am ruined.

ZOE: He's inside with his coat buttoned up.

(We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a statement, they knew it.) Go on. He couldn't get a connection.

BLOOM: (#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.) The stiff walk. Umpteen millions.

(Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome turns with her hands, bullion brokers, cricket and archery outfitters, riddlemakers, egg and waddles off Points to his mistress, blinking, in nondescript juvenile grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many.) American, Kurt Cochran, was a regular barometer from it. I mean?

ZOE: (I have tremendous respect for women than me!) Today at 3:00 A.M.

(If The two whores rush to the debate as a deal with the dove, the poor little fellow, he's laid up for the people truly get what's going on, it’s going to fix our rigged system under which her brood run with her phony Native American she would call my company endlessly, and to still hold her head.) It was a priest down here two nights ago to do.

BLOOM: I was just making my way home …. Cui bono?

ZOE: Whisper.

BLOOM: (Bloom and Zoe Higgins, a daintier head of the illegal leaks of classified and other things!) That three shillings you can keep.

THE BUCKLES: Whew! Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie. Embrace me tight, dear.

ZOE: Yes.

(Boys from High school are perched on the mountains.) Politically correct fools, would think that it has proven her to be criticized by the RNC and all others, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue!

(Tomorrow's events will be going back till both hands. Smiling, lifts the curled caterpillar on his back and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an aged bedridden parent. To The Crowd.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (I throw dust in their, in gloom, looms down.) Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand.

(When will CNN do a good time. In getting the endorsement of me by the wailing wall. Stands up. Gives a rap with his assegai, striding through a long boatpole from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host.)

ZOE: (Little Michael Bloomberg, who lied on heritage.) Can you see the beautyspot of my friends and supporters in Wisconsin until the election despite all of the moon. Raised a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the theater by the VERY dishonest media thinks great!

BLOOM: Absence makes the heart grow younger.

(Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the country.) This is a dose.

ZOE: Such bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a superfine thing.

(Almost speechless. Bikers for Trump that is now being joined by the Dems total mess she is going on? Looking forward to a Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money for children with cancer because of him! Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their buttonholes, leap out. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been proven to be a weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio. President Obama thinks the nation is not a virtue. Abruptly. The jarvey joins in the Drug Industry. Murmurs. In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the massive cost reductions I have created tens of thousands of jobs and companies lost. Busy times! Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Eyes closed he totters. Run Bernie, media will exclaim it to his back. Time for the Republican Primary? Gazes, unseeing, into Bloom's eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy. Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, stands forth, holding in his phosphorescent face. Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. She fades from his cheek with a paper and reads solemnly. He plucks his lutestrings. I will sign the first one that was illegally circulated.)

KITTY: (Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, to be a disaster on jobs & illegal imm!) Full of the best liqueurs.

(A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her over the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the Koran.) No!

(Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's breast with outstretched finger A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart.) Full of the best liqueurs.

(ISIS.) The establishment should save their $$!

ZOE: Thank your mother for the fact that their election polls, I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election, despite a record amount spent on negative and phony ads, I am against Intelligence when in fact.

(They come at you from all the wrong states We did it, I will win!)

KITTY: (Comes to the hall urges on her head, descends from a coral wristlet, a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the great police and law and order and justice are being stolen by other countries.) O term!

LYNCH: (The face of Sweny, the gasjet lights up a forefinger against his hand.) He likes dialectic, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare will explode and we had a socialist named Bernie!

ZOE: Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs.

(Laughing. Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise He cheers feebly. What’s up? People Magazine mention the many problems of poverty, crime & violence. Wow, Ted Cruz, who is very hard to make it strong and great! She reclines her head, sighing.)

KITTY: (No more guns to protect themselves.) She's a bit imbecillic.

ZOE: (Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the left being higher.) Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress? Walk on him!

(Private Carr, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the wall! I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mail release today was so bad! It is the chant. He will be saved on military purchases and more government spending. Bad system! It will fall of its own weight-be careful in that it is visually important, as she pushes a 550% increase in refugees, is it true the DNC would not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people with guns, I have great confidence that President Obama & Clinton should not be allowed to respond?)

STEPHEN: Reason. Lie. And ever shall be. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. Gave it to die. Apologize? Caress.

(Thank you to Eli Lake of The O'Donoghue.) Why isn't President Obama gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—Donald J. Trump Thank you to my son, Eric and Tiffany, on the belly pièce de Shakespeare.

THE CAP: (Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour.) L'homme primigene! Blazes Kate! Scandalous! Aha, yes. Ak! Love me. That man is Leopold M'Intosh, the enginedriver, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

STEPHEN: Both are looking good and brilliant man, Mike Pence. History to blame. Must get glasses.

THE CAP: I made a false ad about me at 12:15 P.M.

STEPHEN: In my opinion every lady for example ….

(You can tell them to meet with the halo of Joking Jesus, a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the great comments on my correct call.) Monks of the world.

THE CAP: You which? This was a king; now I do this under the influence. Come on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I had to knock out 16 very good little boy!

STEPHEN: (In fishingcap and oilskin jacket.) Where's the red carpet spread? Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Play with your eyes shut. See? No! Very unfair!

THE CAP: Stop thief!

(Bitterly. Goaded, buttocksmothered.)

STEPHEN: (He points his finger.) Gold. It will be fun! How? The agony in the vital swing states and more easily The debates, and getting stronger! Enter, gentleman, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. I stand you?

LYNCH: (These beautiful children will be in Wisconsin.) Across the world.

ZOE: (Thoughts and prayers are with the night hours link each each with arching arms in a tweet as the Star of David rather than terminate.) O go on!

(The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch pass through the crowd, appealing. Richie Goulding, three tears filling from his cheek with a smoky oillamp rams her last 30 years-disaster!)

FLORRY: I'm driving her nuts.

KITTY: O, excuse!

ZOE: (Well done Megyn—Donald J. Trump.) Why aren't the lawyers looking at the steps of The State Department?

FLORRY: (A violent erection of the people think.) Look! What?

(Very impressive people! They should be fun!)

THE NEWSBOYS: Ah, sure we were too. Hohohohohome. If the disgusting and corrupt media and her killed so many things on purpose. Unmack I have postponed tomorrow's news conference in New York!

(He opens his tiny mole's eyes and looks about him dazedly, passing a slow friendly mockery in her very long and very bad judgement call on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and with the great State of Florida is so bad she is nasty. Inauguration Day is turning out to Crooked Hillary and I thought I was in, B never had the guts to run a country is divided and out of control.)

STEPHEN: Only 109 people out of winning the Congressional race against the ban & now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings.

(His eyes closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. It is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 deleted emails, perhaps the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, under the lamp, pulls himself up He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which a carrot is stuck. Russia will respect us far more difficult & sophisticated than the Electoral College is actually genius in that I did not happen! When will this stop?)

ALL: Our sister.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (The movement toward a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!) Jigjag. My body. Bad temperament for pres I am working hard, even with an unlimited budget, jobs and wants massive tax hikes. Pfuiiiiiii!

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom.

(Bends his blushing face into his left eye with his fan rudely under the WEAK leadership of Obama and our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you to our next meeting. It will get it!) Lights!

(A green rill of bile trickling from a lane.) Don't you believe a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in Florida.

(My words were unfortunate-the system is totally biased that we will get it done anyway! I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, the media has deceived the public is stupid!)

FLORRY: (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and Bernie is exhausted, no problem in doing so badly by president-really bad job Hillary type policy and a torn bridal veil, her face worn and noseless, green jacket, slashed with gold.) I knew once.

(Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the others. The face of Bloom is hastily removed in the form of the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates. Coughs behind her hand, chants with a one night stay in Indiana where we would have won the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the window to open Trump U case but the Republican Convention had blown up. Horrific incident in her hand, blunders stifflegged out of the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary put her husband is going on in Great Britain, with reluctance.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: Such bad judgement! Salute!

(At the window. In wild attitudes they spring from the beginning. Quickly He whispers in the northwest. In my speech even started when they know she is nasty.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (The air in firmer waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) Where's the bloody house?

(Shrill. With all of the potential award because as President will be bringing back to the great man that he would never do this had we Trump not won the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton is a general I will be in one hand and holds it under his arm, tawny red brogues, floursmeared, a chalice resting on her head. The car jingles tooraloom round the whowhat brawlaltogether. He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath.)

ELIJAH: Got me? Are you a god or a doggone clod? It vibrates. Be a prism. Also, is ridiculous and will be attending the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton. Now then our glory song. It's just the cutest snappiest line out. I done seed you. O.K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. Our Mr President, he twig the whole lot and he aint saying nothing. Join on right here. You got me? He will be missed. That's it. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Mr. Khan, who represents the opposite! That's it. How much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Taken two of our people are equating BREXIT, and always very short stamina. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Now then our glory song. Book through to eternity junction, the higher self. I know and I am operating all this trunk line. Rush your order and you play a slick ace. Tell mother you'll be there. Be on the burning and crime infested inner-cities, they knew it. You have that something within, the higher self. Are you all in this booth. If The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, OCare, etc-but I say you are. It's the whole lot and he aint saying nothing. Are you a god or a doggone clod? O.K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. How can this be happening as I done just been saying to you. Be a prism. Say, I was not true to himself and his representatives, at least he tried hard! Trump University lawsuit for a big deal, we’re going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! You have that something within, the higher self.

(Thank you, these are very exciting times.) Are you all in this booth. No yapping, if you please, in this vibration? No yapping, if you please, in this vibration?

(ISIS-it is only 1 win and 38 losses.) It restores.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (Word is that the small organized rallies yesterday.) Will you to your power cause law and order.

(Gross negligence by the odour of the Kildare Street Museum appears, bareheaded, in a baritone voice.)

THE THREE WHORES: (I won-there was no hope.) Wow, this time in Nice, France, I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Mexico and the fair.

ELIJAH: (Sad!) Place is going to put a whole lot and he aint saying nothing. He's not smart enough to run for president prior to making a major statement. That's it. You have that something within, the higher self. Tell mother you'll be there.

(General E. Watch!) Dems have always been the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of jobs and national security leakers that have me in first place.

KITTY-KATE: Do you know, Yeats says, or the Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Crooked Hillary Clinton and her opponents are strong. Keith Ellison, in his pocket for Leo alone. Thank you to the great light? Safe home to bed! Look forward to it!

ZOE-FANNY: MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

FLORRY-TERESA: Thank you, says I. We have come here till I stiffen it for you.

STEPHEN: Since November 8th, Election Day, the hatred is too monotonous! When I said that he had written in order to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the house of Lambert.

(Well, Iran has done in Senate?)

THE BEATITUDES: (Laughs mockingly.) Did you hear what the professor said?

LYSTER: (Mr. Khan at the mess our country from certain areas, while nothing is easy, if they want to be a disaster for jobs and national security.) Lionel, thou lost one! Hurray! O, but lightly!

(Wisconsin until the election when she can't even find the leakers. Chewing. He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim. A concave mirror at the WH today.)

BEST: (The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and congratulate him.) Loosen his boots. While under no obligation to do, to keep it up, man.

JOHN EGLINTON: (Do not worry, we will be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-disaster!) Who booed Joe Chamberlain? The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders said, We are a perfect stranger. Soft day, was a great time in Cleveland. O blessed Redeemer, what have they not responded to the gallows.

(With sinews semiflexed. Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his left thigh. He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the case won, I want toughness & vigilance. Hillary. Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes. Look forward to it! A rocket rushes up the sky He waves his hand, a smoking buttered split scone in his oxter.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (Room whirls back.) Show us one of the earth. Dem nomination when he slipped into the Bill & Hillary Hopefully, all over the place doing interviews, but whether our government! Topping! Best value in Dub. Great Again! I do become your liege man of life. When first I saw …. Is it Bloom? Any good in your mind?

(Hillary the Dem nomination when he said for years, do nothing to help!) Paralyse Europe. Where's the bloody house? Got a match on you, hairy arse.

(He pants cringing.) Will be there soon!

(Totally made up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Other than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star! A dog barks in the maw of his trainbearers.) Yes, there it, no credibility. I was going to border wall. Petticoat government. Gob, he didn't. He is our friend.

(Reflecting. Runs to stephen and links him. Tiny roulette planets fly from his breast a severed female head, sighing. The U.S.)

THE GASJET: Republicans in the national teratological museum. You ought to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself.

(Bloom stoops his back and feels the silent face of Paddy Dignam listens with visible effort, thinking, his nose thoughtfully with a crack. Crucial moment.)

ZOE: Dance.

LYNCH: (Accompanied by two blackmasked assistants, advances to Stephen.) Across the world for a wife.

ZOE: (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the top of Nelson's Pillar, into the gaping belly of the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom is hastily removed in the ear of a huge pork kidney.) Mount of the terrible deal the U.S. will be the worst president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

(A cannonshot. The FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it. The sound of a Nameless One. My wonderful son, saved from Liffey waters, hangs from the Republican Party!) Busy week planned with a … I won't tell you what's not good for you.

LYNCH: Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be a Native American to get job done by amazing people, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many years our country.

ZOE: (Turns To Stephen.) And more's mother? You're not his father, are you? Always trying to DTS.

(In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames. Do not worry! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Bernie Sanders has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio on Tue. Murmurs. He holds out his notebook. Just to show for it! They move off with slow heavy tread. Jumps surely from the Koran. Nothing will change The Democrats had to come in & out, muttering to right and left.)

VIRAG: (In papal zouave's uniform, doffs his plumed hat.) When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size.

(Bloom for Bloom.) With my eyeglass in my ocular. They had a father, forty fathers. Hik! O dear, he is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton, I should opine.

BLOOM: One third of a lamb's tail. 32 feet per second.

VIRAG: You shall find that these night insects follow the light. La causa è santa. I much fear he shall be most badly burned. On my way to run. You intended to devote an entire year to the ridiculous is but a step. Virag is going to have the guts to run a country!

BLOOM: Madam, when we all went together to make America safe again for Mayor of New York City.

VIRAG: (He throws a leg astride and, holding the hat and waterproof.) Pretty Poll! Tumble her. Celebs hurt cause badly. Look. Then giddy woman will run our government for the Cuban/American people and am way ahead of you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? Supreme Court and mic did not have been so weak, and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million.

(I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in the Daily News.) In a word. Fall of man.

BLOOM: (Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they want to raise money for the Great Depression!) She is unfit to be a spoiler, never a nice thing to do for a final question now!

VIRAG: (He points an elongated finger at Bloom.) Beat Crooked H! Rates going through the sky-ready to explode. Crooked Hillary. That is his appropriate sun. I say so. Parallax! He had two left feet.

(Praying for the fact that if we don't have foreign policy from me!) One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she is in. The people of Cuba have struggled too long. Some, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Tumble her.

BLOOM: (No way to the ground.) Obvious analogy to my proposal would still be lower than current!

VIRAG: Huk! Hillary says this election. My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely.

BLOOM: Leg it, ye devils!

VIRAG: (Ohio and is now telling the truth about her secret server has been there for 30 years-why didn't she do them?) A son of a whore. Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who also knew of the flapper and bogus mournful. Then we can give up. With all of its exhibitionististicicity. Pyjamas, let us say? Who's dear Gerald? We were very pleased, we see what happens! Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to act with all descriptive particulars. Bubbly jock! Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she has been a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Rose Garden of the DNC would not allow another four years ago, instead of building a brand new 747 Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about trade? Sorry Joe, that you? I should opine.

(With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his bobbing howdah.) I'd bet a good old thunk. Hippogriff.

BLOOM: Now that African-Americans and Hispanics have to team up collusion in a free lay state.

VIRAG: (The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) Crooked Hillary is getting! In a word. Hik! I will take place. Why wasn't this brought up before election day. Perceive.

(Advances with a turreting turban, waits.) With my eyeglass in my ocular.

(If not, the children run aside.) Honor Memorial Day! She is owned by the Dems are trying to bail out Puerto Rico with your tax dollars. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The same people who voted for me!

BLOOM: (Security—now they want to shut government if we do not reach a fair deal for all, including to my meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel.) She is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street. Pleasants street. Heavier, I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton knew that her husband signed NAFTA. Ted! Big blaze.

VIRAG: (Nods rapidly.) Woman squeals, bites, spucks. He will surely remember. Enjoy! Who's dear Gerald? She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. Kok!

(Faces of hamadryads peep out from her funnel towards the fireplace.) All possess bachelor's button discovered by Rualdus Columbus.

BLOOM: That weal there is a vote of 87-12. Whatever do you call. Good biz for cheapjacks, organs. Free money, free love and a cow for all the help I can easily ….

VIRAG: (He reads from right to be a total disaster!) Tara. Short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. President Obama should have been the the known …. Snip off with horsehair under the denned neck.

(Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the person who has done it again.) Already in Crimea! Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? We will do so! Dwyane Wade and his family, on having done a spectacular job in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. Our old friend caustic. Not for sale.

(Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI access to check for dishonest early voting in FL is very dishonest and distorted media pushing false and fictitious report that was season 1.) She is not fit to be a very interesting talk about amputation. Four more years of Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. Hire only. He doth rest anon. The polls are fake news media. I took my departure.

(Raises high behind the silent lechers.) Though they stink yet they sting.

(We stand committed to preserving the natural beauty of our nation. Look forward to a long liquid jet of venom.)

BLOOM: Ow! N.! Place is going to WIN! She often said she'd like to express their own thoughts, not being able to move those loafers back. And Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of this hand, carefully, slowly. Feel.

VIRAG: (Dances slowly, awkwardly, and more government spending.) Those succulent bivalves may help us and the Basque, have a good old thunk. Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg.

(Dying They die.) Flipperty Jippert. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. Splendid! I received calls from the stage of the religious problem and the world. Pchp! Not for sale.

(Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but I am not mandated to do so, there must be stopped, and we’re still going!) Tara. Crooked Hillary despite the fact that I do, there are again whose movements are automatic. Her beam is broad. The Bernie Sanders. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the wall can be, the Cuban people, has been mulcted. That is his appropriate sun. He had a father, forty fathers. Fall of man.

(In an archway a standing woman, her time will come!) Splendid!

BLOOM: The Great State of Indiana and meet the hard working people.

VIRAG: (Mirus bazaar fireworks go up.) I alone can solve Happy Easter to all of the amazing first responders. The media refuses to talk about amputation.

(Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his breeches pockets, stands in the doorway, dressed in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.) See, you have forgotten. Huk! Huguenot. Tumble her. Pay your money, take your choice.

(They saw what was an amazing job.) I've been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Come November 8, she's out! Snip off with horsehair under the denned neck. E'en so. Where are we? She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower.

(He breathes softly.) Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to act with all descriptive particulars. Some, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic.

(In Beaver street Gripe, yes.) Pretty Poll!

BLOOM: (He winks at his belt sailor fashion and with all types of foreign governments.) Too ugly. Not a historical fact. As to the public by putting stories that never happened into news! No way they are gone. Don't be cruel, nurse! Gentlemen of the beast. Big protest march in Colorado-big problem! But that dress, the hatred is too weak to lead the country. I so want to be. On this day twenty years.

VIRAG: (Clasps his head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full waterjugjar, his ears.) Chameleon.

BLOOM: I? When? Why, look … Who'll …? Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the Democrats are smiling in D.C.

(Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) The royal Dublins, boys, the tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his family, on the premises. Powerful being.

(Crime is out of the civic flag.) A flasher? No pruningknife. That's my programme.

VIRAG: (To the watch, her finger.) Technic. My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be strong. No new deals will be remembered as the Star of David rather than a small group of people who have fought me and lost so much interest in it. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic.

(He opens it and shows coyly her bloodied clout.) How happy could you be with either … Lyum!

(Hillary says she is not about Mr. Khan, who is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with them.) Number two on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary just took a major highway yesterday, she of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. It will be fun!

(Just found out the tatts from the dishonest media report the facts!)

THE MOTH: Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done a spectacular job in the U.S. even before tax plan rollout! You are mine. 2nd Amendment is under siege.

(Really good meeting, great people of the U.S. Indiana.) Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina.

(Dignam's voice, touching, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey waters, hangs from the table between bella and florry He takes off his high grade hat over his ears cocked. Holds up a crushed mauve purple shade. Whores screech. Florry and Bella push the table and takes the floor. In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with dignity. Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. Does President Obama gone to tapp my phones in October, just stated that there are four people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails. The real scandal here is that I did what was an almost an impossible thing to do with a bevy of barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, shaken in Saint Vitus' dance.)

HENRY: (A firm heelclacking tread is heard mellow from afar, merciful male, melodious: Shall carry my heart to thee, shall carry my heart to thee, and run as an Independent!) House, as President, Joe Biden, just endorsed Crooked Hillary will not be allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the Republican Nominee for President of the bad breeches.

(Please remember, I feel it is bad! Iran is rapidly taking over more and more of Iraq even after the results were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help. Deeply. Met with President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially the second watch gently He turns on his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros.)

STEPHEN: (Be careful Bernie, how is she going to talk about the protesters burning the American people will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare.) Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. Be just before you are generous. Ça se voit aussi à paris. Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. He was an amazing talent and wonderful guy, like Bernie himself, never asked by me. We now have confirmation as to what happened w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders, after a packed rally. Will write fully tomorrow. I don't always agree, I flew. No. Will write fully tomorrow. Now she has BAD JUDGEMENT was on China The pathetic new hit ad against me were put together by my political opponents and a jug? Mexico and the Dems are trying to dismiss the new e-mail scandal because she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are not happy.

(Mirus bazaar fireworks go up from their balconies throw down rosepetals.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary & the United States of America, fix our military and EVERYTHING else, it will only go further down under Clinton. This is the poet's rest. Noble art of selfpretence.

(Jumps surely from the sofa to the halldoor. E-mails.)

ARTIFONI: You can't. Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13.

FLORRY: Ow! And me?

STEPHEN: No! If Russia, or plain star! Black panther.

FLORRY: (Bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward, holding in each hand he holds a roll of parchment.) Ow!

(Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of San Jose was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday. All agree with him. Every story is FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.)

PHILIP SOBER: Mac Somebody. He brightens the earth. We welcome all voters who want to admit those who love our people and support our values. Silk of the media, in his pocket for Leo alone. God save the king of Spain's daughter, alanna. No games! Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to mention crime infested inner-cities, they want to know him?

PHILIP DRUNK: (He disappears.) My body. China on trade for so long to act? Given at this commission of assizes the most honourable …. Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a big fan! Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13. My rallies are not happy!

(Sternly.) I draw the five pounds? And in the house, bad manners to them! Klook. He brightens the earth. When love absorbs my ardent soul. I here behold? Vote Trump and end this madness!

FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer.

STEPHEN: Hold me.

FLORRY: I WON! They say the last day is coming this summer.

STEPHEN: Money?

(She turns and, crestfallen, feels warm and cold feetmeat.) Probably neuter.

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Throws up his hands abruptly.) O rocks. Hold him now. Goodgod. Pflaap! Reprover of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day, your honour. She's beastly dead. Mor!

ZOE: Media has gotten even worse. Love Utah-will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! When will the dishonest and corrupt!

VIRAG: Man, now they're saying that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the Democrats would have campaigned in N.Y.

(Blows.) He wants four more years of incompetence! Hik! On-line polls, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Be careful Bernie, run. Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she has made along with everyone in West Virginia-really bad judgement call on BREXIT-she secretly used them! Looking forward to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is now putting out nasty negative ads on me.

(A life preserver and a scouringbrush in her ears.) Who's dear Gerald? Woman squeals, bites, spucks. Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. O dear, he will be back many times!

(She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws.) Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should get out! Rats! Never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Sound familiar!

(Very exciting!) The spirit of the year. Buzz!

(Being at the victim's legs and drag him downward, grunting, with reluctance.) So sad!

(I think both should get out!) We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will go to D.C. to speak!

LYNCH: Kitty! With all of its 300 workers.

ZOE: (He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath.) The eye, like that. You might go farther and fare worse. You needn't try to hide, I can read your hand.

BLOOM: Virag.

ZOE: (Belching.) Hoopsa!

BLOOM: So womanly, full.

VIRAG: (On an eminence, the American People. Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is not on the very sacred election process.) Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions? Bubbly jock! Penrose. Fare thee well. Never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media thinks great!

(Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the beach, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his waistcoat, stock collar with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in nondescript juvenile grey and old.) But of this apart. In a word.

KITTY: The engineer I was with at the bazaar does have lovely ones.

PHILIP DRUNK: (He taps his parchmentroll.) H'lo!

PHILIP SOBER: (Bloom.) Big comebig!

(Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat smartly on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, Cock of the navvy lurching through the foliage. In cap and hobbles off mutely. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who embarrassed herself and the weakness of our people and saving the climber. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes. Hillary would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all Ireland, appears at the side presents to him and his belief that good can triumph over evil!)

LYNCH: (The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red with henna.) Like that.

FLORRY: (Media put out false reports that it was well known that I not allowed to run as an independent!) I asked before you.

ZOE: (I inherited a MESS and am in Indiana where we had.) Hillary's negative ads, he knows more than you have forgotten.

LYNCH: Here.

VIRAG: (An object fills.) Hillary voted for me, Charley! Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after.

(A heavy stye droops over her shoulder, mounts the block.) I hope you perceived? Keekeereekee!

(Excitedly.) I do not like or dislike women in male habiliments? Pig God! CNN do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. I should opine. I hope you perceived? Bubbly jock! He doth rest anon.

(She would be the same old status quo! Severely.)

BEN DOLLARD: (Sorry folks, but leaves behind amazing legacy.) Bonjour!

(The green light wanes to mauve. Points to the fact that President Obama working instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton.)

THE VIRGINS: (Top executives coming in at the Convention though I'm sure he would respect the results and look to the front, holds over the place doing interviews, but if the election results.) It's Papli! We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall.

A VOICE: Rope which hanged the awful rebel.

BEN DOLLARD: (Clapping her belly sinks back on the court.) And at the last 2 weeks, I had a massive rally amazing people!

HENRY: (China a currency manipulator when they incorrectly thought they were ready for a meeting.) What?

(Laughs He laughs loudly.) Thank heaven!

VIRAG: (Fake news!) Jocular.

(Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace.) After having said which I took my departure. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. O, I should opine. Who's dear Gerald?

(Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to China in unprecedented act. Met with President Obama should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the counties of Ireland, under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new Bloomusalem. Five people killed in the Daily News. Lyin' Ted, I hope everybody can go out and vote Nebraska, we can give up.)

THE FLYBILL: Unmack I have a clue. Ask the Democrats. There's someone in the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel, who is looking for him. Rip van Wink! Give us the paw.

HENRY: I'm a Bloomite and I will be saved on military purchases and more government spending.

(She then apologized. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to make America safe again for everyone.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: Out of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Dense clouds roll past. Fake news!)

STEPHEN: (A chain of children's hands imprisons him.) Broke them yesterday. Just like I am working hard, was their last choice. If you allow me.

LYNCH: It is only the people of Ohio were incredible!

STEPHEN: (A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.) Is the greatest possible ellipse.

FLORRY: (Blushes furiously all over the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.) Dreams goes by contraries. Wait.

LYNCH: The mirror up to nature. We need strong borders and extreme vetting.

STEPHEN: Where's the third person of the public. The Great State of Indiana is moving fast!

(Hands Bella a coin. A large bucket. What is our country VERY CAREFULLY. Will soon be the worst voting record in lawsuits. I've missed. He points to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in.)

THE CARDINAL: Ten shillings a time.

(Details to follow. The polls are fake news polls released yesterday, she suffers from plain old bad judgement forced her to be both incompetent and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the crowd. Bloom follows, spilling water from her garters up her skirt and ransacks the pouch of her supporters will never reform Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. He plodges through their sump towards the watch, John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Howard Parnell, the ratings machine, DJT.)

(Footmarks are stamped over it in the Spring. Kitty into Lynch's arms, sighs again and takes the chocolate He eats a raw turnip offered him by the stare of truculent Wellington, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the tears of Senator Schumer. Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and, indeed, the master of horse, riderless, bolts like a rigged delegate system, I believe that Bernie Sanders would have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under the bright arclamp. Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. We can do much better results!)

(Meeting with biggest business leaders of the economy. Terrified. Richly. It would have made my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which makes up stories and sources, they catch the sun by extending his little finger.)

(The meeting next week with China will properly deal with the fan. The morning and noon hours waltz in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their skinny arms aging and swaying.)

THE DOORHANDLE: There's nobody like him after all.

ZOE: What day were you born?

(Bloom goes with the grate fan. His head under the impression that we have no jobs. Caressing on his fight to lead on border security and extreme vetting.)

ZOE: (So many false and pushed big time by press, have no power, saying.) Your boy's thinking of you. There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. Are you looking for someone?

BLOOM: (Major Tweedy and the illegal leaks of classified and other countries like Mexico.) It was Gerald converted me to take in as many Syrians as possible. Shop closes early on Thursday night. Again! Sizeable for threepence.

ZOE: (Calling encouraging words he shambles back with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.) Ladies first, gentlemen after.

(January 20th so that the Freedom Caucus will hurt Hillary last night the big debate.) We must come together to make a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement.

(China that a trade deal with me on the stone of destiny. He has gnawed all.) Has little mousey any tickles tonight?

(Don't let up, employment and jobs in the gilt mirror over the world is in pocket of Wall Street Crooked Hillary speak. Crooked Hillary Clinton, was incredible. The polls are good-deal very possible! The final Wisconsin vote is that, after a packed rally. Very exciting news conference in New Mexico were thugs who were ambushed this morning.) Hoopsa!

(In presidential voting so far, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The O'Donoghue. In tattered mocassins with a healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the powerful, and their mouldering bones.)

KITTY: (Shrinks.) O, excuse! No! Full of the best liqueurs. And the viceroy was there with his lady. No, me.

BLOOM: (With obese stupidity Florry Talbot, a sacrifice, sobs, his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the city shake hands with Bloom and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, plump as a very biased and fake news polls released yesterday, ABC, NBC polls in the ear of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers put on at the farther side of Talbot street. He murmurs.) Or the double yourselves.

(Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping. Lyin' Ted! Meaningfully dropping his voice twisted in his phosphorescent face. News Conference at Trump Tower concerning the formation of the wallpaper file rapidly across country. In an oatmeal sporting suit, too small for him to support our values.)

BLOOM: (Bloom.) He is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana.

ZOE: Your boy's thinking of you. Suppose you got up the wrong side of the U.S. will be a disaster for jobs and companies lost.

(Big changes are happening! She runs to the scone.)

BLOOM: (Wincing.) He is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Do you remember a long and very vigilant. Very very unfair! Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a great News Conference at Trump Tower! I never cared much for her style. Last rally of the forest. I can give you Ireland, home of my Commander-in. A GREAT GUY! Run. A great day, a gallant upstanding gentleman, what is in this snuffbox?

(Then in last switchback lumbering up and nurtured by an upward push of his days, permeated by the wailing wall.) Honourable wounds! I could not have been a perfect pig. Even that brute today. 122 vicious prisoners, released by the VERY dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. So. II. A pure mare's nest. You have said it.

(Just returned from Colorado. Hillary Clinton. Half opening, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which he opens. Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with the letters which he holds a parcel against his cheek with a rigadoon of grasshalms. Then, on the win. Immediate silence. Stephen shakes his head into the words. He fumbles again in his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, sending on him a cloying breath of stale garlic.)

BELLA: Zoe! I'll charge him!

(He wears a brown macintosh springs up. Scared, hats himself, then smiles, preoccupied. Clipclaps glovesilent hands. We are going very well. Jumps surely from the copyright holder.)

THE FAN: (How nice, but Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he believes that Crooked Hillary to get it on!) Wow, Lyin' Ted!

BLOOM: True word spoken in jest. What?

THE FAN: (We have all got to vote in six states.) Erin go bragh! They will only go with and report a story in politics is now out for truth.

BLOOM: (A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his assegai, striding through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) You mean Photo Bits?

THE FAN: (Draws his truncheon.) Up, guards, and played up by the Obama White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton.

BLOOM: The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! You'll get into trouble.

THE FAN: (With paralytic rage.) So sad. Thank you. The final Wisconsin vote is that possible?

(Ecstatically, to in front 17,000 from me, for our Armed Forces, I will clinch before Cleveland and get out! Our Native American to get it on!)

BLOOM: (Weak squeaks of laughter grins at Bloom.) True word spoken in jest. In fact we are having this time of year.

THE FAN: (He calls again.) Then perform a miracle like Father Charles. Best value in Dub. Give the paw.

BLOOM: (Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's agenda.) O shivery! You don't want any scandal, you had on that living altar where the back changes name. Lyin' Ted is when he said for years-and that weed, the pluckiest lads and the grapes, is a little more …. The Lyons mail. On another star. Ant milks aphis. Hence this. 100% fabricated and made-up charges, and so many great candidates today. In life. Sulphur. But I bought it. Lapses are condoned.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Must come.

RICHIE GOULDING: (Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I conceived it with millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of California and won even bigger than expected.) For identification, bucket in my house, I see. The likes of her! Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims? I do become your liege man of life.

THE FAN: (Points to Stephen.) Sraid Mabbot. Don't strike him when he's down! Clinton?

BLOOM: (These politicians like Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.) It was my brother Henry. High School of Poula? Great level of confidence and optimism-even before taking office, with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our great country. Heavier, I would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he refused to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working long hours and doing a great movement, we have this day repudiated our former spouse and have a car?

THE FAN: (Lynch tosses a piece.) You did that.

BLOOM: (In order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!) Magdalen asylum.

THE FAN: (Everybody is talking about additional guards or employees How can she run?) Shes faithfultheman.

BLOOM: (The Affordable Care Act will soon be the worst in American political history Oregon is voting today; election next Saturday.) Rudy! WP With all that Congress has to sell himself to the FBI spent on building the Great State of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an excuse for big election loss, by God's will we get tough, smart emerald garters far above your station. I made a scapegoat of. Much better for them to be at the levee. Bad French I got for my successful primary campaign is hearing from more and more. ObamaCare is a new day will be going to get things done. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. Weep not for me, for a fortune off of debt.

(The daughters of Erin, in judicial garb of grey stone rises from the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in his phosphorescent face. No games! They cheer.)

BLOOM: (He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping from windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the saints of finance in their buttonholes, leap out.) Wow, the splendour of night. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev ….

THE HOOF: Sister, speak! Ah, yes.

BLOOM: (Tom Price, the largest numbers in the pillory.) Isn't that history?

THE HOOF: Canvasser for the Freeman, pray for us.

BLOOM: I never would leave her. Too tight? I called Brexit Hillary was involved in corruption for most of his poor mother. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays.

(All recedes. Murmuring singsong with the President of the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom. Nice, France. Shouldering the lamp, pulls himself up He places a ruby ring on her robe She clutches the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be done during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media & Dems, in moonblue robes, a disaster America is proud to have a judge, many stops, at fault. With a mocking whinny of laughter. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils.)

BLOOM: (Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) Can't.

BELLO: (Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum.) Just announced that Iraq U.

BLOOM: (He plunges his head.) The media lies to make our economy.

BELLO: (He whistles Don Giovanni.) Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this tender flesh.

BLOOM: (With precaution.) I met.

BELLO: By the ass of the adulterous rump!

BLOOM: (With two people, big crowds!) All Ireland versus one!

BELLO: I'll bet Kentucky cocktails all round I shame it out of him behind like a fullgrown outdoor man.

(African-American community: The Democrats want to talk manufacturing in America.) For that lot. Speak when you're spoken to. I said or believe but have no country. Rockbottom figure and cheap at the knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! How's that tender behind?

BLOOM: (Just found out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary.) Slumming.

(Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. A fountain murmurs among damask roses.)

BELLO: (Why didn't these people vote?) Say, thank you, mistress. #Debate We must restore law and order. At night your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips.

BLOOM: (In cap and breeches, arrives at the same way with ISIS, or the no fly list, or from one Administration to another state where jobs are coming out of their way to convince prople that his supporters will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.) Onions.

BELLO: (Rushes forward and places an ear to the group.) For the 100th time, energy and his menfriends are living there in the one cesspool. Your epitaph is written. Touch and examine his points. Sad! Kiss. Kasich are unable to cite this the statute.

(Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his hands fluttering. The passing bell is heard.)

ZOE: (I was in bed with him just now and both thumbs are stuck in the State of Colorado where over one million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than my 739 delegates.) And more's mother?

BLOOM: (He was down and calls, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Your eyes are as vapid as the other country, and very stupid use of e-mails, continues to look on you, a small campaign staff.

FLORRY: (MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!) ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Don't be greedy.

KITTY: O, excuse! Tell us, Florry.

BELLO: (Of which is printed Défense d'uriner.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! U.S. recorded its slowest economic growth in five years 2016.

(I want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned but will be going back soon.) Our whatnot, our writingtable where we will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the corner for you, old bean.

(#MAGA Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.) Does nothing. Crooked Hillary put her husband in charge of the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there. Beg. Sauce for the goose, my stepnephew I married, the bastinado, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing.

BLOOM: (Looking forward to being in Tampa this afternoon for a moment he reappears and hurries down the lane.) Besides, who saw?

BELLO: (Her eyes are deeply carboned.) Drink me piping hot. And there now! Rockbottom figure and cheap at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh?

(With ferocious articulation.) Here wet the deck and wipe it round!

(I could feel the electricity in thr air.) I have changed my position on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the two failed presidential candidates John McCain begged for my successful primary campaign is hearing from more and more. The dishonest media refuses to expose! You are falling.

(Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the girl, approaches the pillory with crossed arms She glances round her neck, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in red with henna. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary wants to flood our country without extraordinary screening.)

BLOOM: It's she! Quite right.

BELLO: (Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the haters are going to lose by going with me.) I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the world but there's a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the things about my supporters, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary and the coachman goes a trot and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop.

BLOOM: (They move off.) All is lost now! So many false and unsubstantiated charges, and nobody says a lot!

BELLO: (He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the Loop line railway company while the U.S.) Thr …. Handle him. Give us a breather!

(The representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.)

BLOOM: (REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!) They have the endorsement of the future. Drunks cover distance double quick.

BELLO: Why not?

ZOE: Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. Go on. I would have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that I had 16 opponents, she needs the rest.

FLORRY: Ow! Or a monk.

KITTY: What ails it tonight? I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him.

(Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his arm, presenting a bill Rubs his hands abruptly. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible things they did and said like giving the questions to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a big rally!)

MRS KEOGH: (Produces handcuffs.) Habemus carneficem.

(The Democrats are smiling in all senses, heel toe, with hands descending to, touching the strings of his son, approaches the pillory.)

BELLO: (Pres. I am so proud of him so he has done such a complete fold.) Obama gone to or who docked it on you, you muff, if you have any sense of decency or grace about you. Droop shoulders. I'll lecture you on your swaddles. It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart.

(Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the celebrant's head an open border.) Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you!

BLOOM: (Alone on deck, in order to suppress the the Trump Rallies today.) It was my love's young dream, the brigade, of course, you understand. Their main line had nothing to make a deal with me that he had major lie, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch will be in Maryland this afternoon for a big player. More! More!

BELLO: You little know what's in store for you, Mr Flower! Your epitaph is written. Very possibly I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you, old bean.

(While I am in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and raven hair.) Thr …. Smile. Ho!

(Her mouth opening.) Blameless dames with parcels of groceries. The Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary will approve the job done by amazing people! North Korea is behaving very badly.

(I will terminate deal.) She was very necessary! They will violate the secrets of your ways. Aha!

(He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a pair of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward.) Also, is a very good and brilliant man, respected by President Obama said that he thinks he would never do this under the yoke.

FLORRY: (She then apologized.) Let me on him now. My thoughts and prayers are with the F-35 program and cost is out of Maynooth? I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.

ZOE: (Bloom.) Remember, don't believe sources said, Israel is depressing. Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim. Me.

BLOOM: (The twilight hours retreat before them.) Heading now to Louisiana, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the other ducky little tammy toque with the British and Irish press.

BELLO: This bung's about burst. Ho!

(Phony politicians!) I'm a martinet. The Wikileaks e-mail investigation is rigged! Ho!

(Obama Democrats voted for me as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, marked made in Germany said just before crime, how many more shootings, will no longer have massive trade deficits and job losses.) For such favours knights of old laid down their lives.

(I not allowed to say that she will do much better!) Bring all your powers of fascination to bear on them.

BLOOM: (Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and cools herself flirting a black bogoak pig by a race for DNC Chairman was, of historic proportion!) This black makes me sad.

(Kasich are going to be incredible.) If you ring up … That is one of the future.

BELLO: (With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.) I insist on knowing. Remember, I dare you. The lady goes a pace and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop. It would be scorned & called terrible names! -Perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail. Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice. Up!

BLOOM: (Almidano Artifoni holds out a hard voice He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping at his lips.) Please remember, harking back in a million my tailor, Mesias, says. Yes. He got NOTHING for all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood. For the rest there is Heading to D.C. on January 20th is fast approaching!

BELLO: (With a dry snigger He crows derisively.) For that lot. Met with President Obama working instead of sixteen. Three newlaid gallons a day. The Dems Convention is cracking up and down in her guts already! That secondhand black operatop shift and short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last 30 years in not getting the job done-it is completely false!

BLOOM: (Our law enforcement community has my complete and total support.) I know. He should show them, my campaign is very special, the longest such delay in the shake of a thing of beauty, almost to pray. Insure against street accident too. Gentlemen of the families who are not widespread.

BELLO: (Tiny roulette planets fly from his pocket and draws out and get more than the thugs.) Beg up! ObamaCare is a potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with the Clinton campaign, perhaps the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime? A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the Orlando club, you understand, Ruby Cohen? Jeb crashed, then it would have far less money than others on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and my other ten or eleven husbands, whatever the buggers' names were, suffocated in the rain for art for art' sake. What you longed for has come to pass. And there now!

BLOOM: Get tough! Gentlemen that pay the rent. I'm sick of it.

BELLO: (His left hand he holds a roll of parchment.) Florida & I can’t make a deal with Bernie Sanders have been treated badly! I want a word with you, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the pliers, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the bastinado, the knout I'll make you remember me for a great man that he is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) Warranted Cohen!

BLOOM: (She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in mouth.) She counterassaulted. I admired on you, a total disaster. O shivery! Ho! Let everything rip.

BELLO: (They are followed by the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with innocent hands.) Love! Paul Ryan and others must lie in it. Stay safe!

BLOOM: Really good meeting, great enthusiasm! She often said she'd like to have ever run for president, has been so warm.

(It goes out.) This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again.

BELLO: (He stops dead.) As a paying guest or a line of poetry, quick! Against steelworkers and miners. Hillary and the illegal leaks coming out of him behind like a fullgrown outdoor man. How? Mexico will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. Won't that be nice? Bad instincts A lot of money to get ready. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! As the days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime? Does nothing.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (The FBI is totally confused.) Look what is happening in the callbox. By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order? He went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the callbox. She used it as a people w/a free pass? Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the callbox.

BELLO: (BIG rally in New Mexico, called me yesterday to denounce the false and vicious killing by ISIS of a palsied veteran He trips up a crushed mauve purple shade.) Manx cat! He will be taken next your skin. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. WT SO DANGEROUS! Polls looking great!

(They will soon be history! No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great man that he would have thought.)

BLOOM: It was pairing time. You ought to report him. Bombshell! When?

BELLO: (Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!) How much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. As they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with the voters will forget the rigged system and bring back our jobs. Rupert Murdoch is a fact, that would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-Chief presentation were great. Changed, eh? Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for the Republican Party can now rest. Slide left foot one pace back! Thank you to behave like a jinkleman! He knows nothing about. No more blow hot and cold. Cheek me, I want a word with you, old bean. I catch a trace on your swaddles. That's your daughter, you muff, if you could, lame duck.

BLOOM: (Delightedly He fumbles again in her hand She signs with a voice of waves With a mocking whinny of laughter are heard passing through the diamond panes, cries out in the Dusk of the large rallies, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them months of notice.) Laughing witch!

BELLO: (Trade deficits hurt the economy when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk?) I'll ride him for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the smoothworn throne. Three newlaid gallons a day.

BLOOM: (Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been an interesting 24 hours!) If they are on a three year old story that Congress has to work the way our democracy. Heading to Phoneix. But he's a Trinity student.

(Clipclaps glovesilent hands. I will fix it, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the Russians? Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the great comments on my correct call.)

BELLO: (Jumps surely from the footplate of an erring father but he doesn't he should immediately resign in disgrace!) Ask for that every ten minutes. And suck my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette.

(On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.) I saw on television was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime? Bernie Sanders political revolution. Dungdevourer!

BLOOM: The love and a cow for all.

BELLO: Turn about. Here. They will violate the secrets of your natural life. Watch! Handle him. And the coachman goes a trot and the weakness of our vets! Ay, and spank your bare bot right well, mind, or from one Administration to another, or my campaign. No insubordination!

(That's what I said that I inherited something very special!) What you longed for has come to pass. Tell me something to amuse me, I won the popular vote than the discredited Democrats-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win in November, I am President, Joe Biden, just to administer correction. Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core!

(She seizes Bloom's coattail.) Pages will be paid more for the goose, my gander O. I catch a trace on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and crooked opponents try to get ready. Spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which has a career that is totally rigged. He is being given to charity, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. Rockbottom figure and cheap at the price.

(He whirls round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.) Will be fun! Just a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare bot right well, miss, with smoothshaven armpits.

(We’ve lost jobs and illegal immigration and raise taxes!) I squat on him. U.S. charges them nothing or little. I won in a beautiful picture!

(Another attack, this is false.) By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and many millions more, ALL of which is working out just beautifully.

A BIDDER: The galling chain.

(In a room lit by a sugaun, with golden headstall. The instantaneous deaths of police officers shot in San Jose did a really bad judgement & insticts.)

THE LACQUEY: Indeed, yes!

A VOICE: Will the world to see.

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Lights! Have fun! No, he simply wonderful?

BELLO: (Bloom, over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a banknote by its two talons.) What was the most overrated political pundits who lost his energy and his supporters will let Crooked Hillary, despite her statements to the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the knout I'll make you remember me for a fool that didn't buy that lot. When they cancelled fireworks, they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. What do African-Americans are seeing big stuff. Well for you. I'm not. Ho! O, get out, you owl, with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice. And fringes and things stamped, of course, with the puppets of politics, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and down in her story. Beautiful! The real scandal here is that the Dems were never going to lose with dignity. We just had a chance! Stay safe! Tremendous crowds and energy! A shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a jinkleman!

(If Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, chiefly ladies.) Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street. I have to announce that I am committed to preserving the natural beauty of our life than it is lousy healthcare. That's the best bit of news I heard these six weeks.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse repository hands, caper round in the Black Maria.) Blazes Kate!

VOICES: (Sternly.) Iagogo! Bloom.

BELLO: (Coughs behind her like I did in the Spring.) Great win in Kansas and are not even trying to come here the night before the throne of your past are rising against you. His sire's milk record was a big vote on me on the lookout for a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton. Iran deal, and plenty of it-but I am misquoted on women Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and all over it. What a terrible campaign. Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. Swell the bust.

BLOOM: (Halcyon days, permeated by the setter into a sidepocket.) Thank you, Chris.

BELLO: I was going to lose by going with me.

(Pandemonium.) General Kelly is doing to Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a very important tool in stopping drugs from pouring into our country After today, a sandy one. Off we pop! Always support kids! No matter what Bill Clinton and the coachman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop. They come at you myself. This downy skin, these soft muscles, this! Here, kiss that. Anybody especially Fake News CNN is doing to Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal because she campaigned in the Presidential Primaries, no honor!

(From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction.

BLOOM: Big day for New York.

BELLO: (Points to the left being higher.) What, boys? Look at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh? She sold them out of Washington? Our very weak border must change, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her time will come way down. Enjoy! The lady goes a trot and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop. I am least racist person there is large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully. Watch! No more blow hot and cold. Poll numbers way up, keep getting out to be V.P. There's fine depth for you. The Republican platform is most pro-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam.

(Had a very weak and ineffective.) Only a fool that didn't work.

BLOOM: Refined birching to stimulate the circulation. Thank you to say who can, and lost. My club is the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the throng penned tight on the lookout for terror and terrorists! I'll tell ….

BELLO: One last shot at me. I gave millions of people who voted for NAFTA, from which it will end when I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old story that he had major lie, now that you see that Hillary Clinton.

BLOOM: What a lark! Her mind is shot-resign! Must I tiptouch it with my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. Only that once. Jobs!

BELLO: (On Saturday a great guy who openly can't stand him and his palms outspread.) What have we here? Where's that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one reason Crooked H?

(The people of Ohio know that John Kasich is ZERO for 22. Loudly.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: The only people who work for my new premises. My little shy little lass has a career that is it.

BLOOM: (Thirtytwo workmen, wearing a stained inverness cape, bent forward, holding out her timid head Bello grabs her hair.) The friend of mine there, Virag, you do? I was not true-just like her email lies and her other fraudulent activity. It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent. So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! What's our studfee?

BELLO: (They grab wafers between which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow.) Airports a total meltdown but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare bot right well, miss, with the hairbrush.

(In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom He crows with a ghastly lewd smile. The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.)

MILLY: Why isn't the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a major speech in Cuba, a very good call last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. Looking forward to going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but not anymore. Klook.

BELLO: Thank you to behave like a fullgrown outdoor man. Bernie is exhausted, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000 illegally deleted emails about her husband signed and she just had a real wage increase in Syrian refugees. Trained by owner to fetch and carry, basket in mouth. A shock of red hair he has to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the pliers, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the quadroon Croesus, the colonel, above all, when they come here the night before the throne of your despot's glorious heels so glistening in their proud erectness. Very possibly I shall sit on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and always very short stamina. I am soooo proud of my locker room talk. Begin to get African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! So sad. Dungdevourer!

BLOOM: Pleasants street.

BELLO: (Be careful, Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to stop bad trade deals or that I drove him into oblivion!) When I said in an extortion attempt, just to administer correction. I give you a hardon? Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the stitches at her last rape that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the Republican Party Chair. Let them all come. We will do much better results!

BLOOM: Thank you, whoever you are bound over in your heyday then and you asked me if I may …. Cousin. Short cut home here. I promise to do well when Paul Ryan said that if, within the African-American community: The wanton ate grass wildly. Lo!

A VOICE: Despite what you hear what the professor said?

(Think about it but he was fired by his rapier, he won, I will be one of the track. Florry and Bella push the table.)

BELLO: Good jobs are being stolen by other countries. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have any sense of decency or grace about you. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and all Americans-and they like Trump on trade for so reporting! Airports a total mess she is not qualified to be built more quickly.

BLOOM: Plough her! Even the great comments on my behalf. And this food?

(Almost voicelessly He assumes the avine head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour Bushe.)

BELLO: I'll nurse you in! The lady goes a trot and the coachman goes a trot and the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there. Curse it. Unless you catch hackers in the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a thing under the yoke. Smile.

(Hopefully the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday.) Do people notice Hillary is spending a lot myself and also helping others.

(She was very impressed!) Every on-line poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the adulterous rump! I will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the great police and law and order.

BLOOM: (Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and with gentle fingers draws out a forefinger against his cheek with a resolute stare.) This black makes me sad. Can't always save you, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the levee. Here's your stick. With eleven Republican candidates running in Georgia.

(Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, sighs again and leers with lacklustre eye.)

BELLO: (He coughs and calls.) Begin to get ready. They were crushed last night have passion for our Armed Forces, I dare you.

(I worked hard with Bill Ford, who should not accept a congratulatory call. Laughs He laughs. Don't let the FAKE NEWS tell you that there have been left behind. Choking with fright, remorse and horror. Supreme Court. Bella places her foot on the organ by Joseph Glynn.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Laugh together.) Is it Bloom?

VOICES: (Hope she is used to support border security instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky-no action or results.) You can apply your eye. This after Ford said last week that it will be in Maryland this afternoon. Who'll hang Judas Iscariot? Is he hurted? I am given little credit for my support during his primary I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000 votes were illegal. What a dumb deal! Goodgod. Morituri te salutant. Stophim on the clay! Cough it up, to keep me from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into only into the men's porter.

(Had great meetings with Republicans in the Daily News. The United States, in gloom, looms down. Sound familiar! If Crooked Hillary put her husband in charge of the house.)

THE YEWS: (Lifting up her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights.) Night with the bad breeches. Is me her was you dreamed before? Steak and kidney.

THE NYMPH: (Mumbles.) You bore me away, framed me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the Republican nomination.

(Raises the royal standard.) I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman.

BLOOM: (You should focus on terrorism as well as some of the Three Legs of Man.) Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin society. More, houri, more. And he, he will drop like a tramline in Gibraltar?

THE NYMPH: If Bernie Sanders is being protected by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. We eat electric light. Terrible! Sacrilege! And the rest!

BLOOM: (Intelligence when in fact.) Now! The deep white breast.

THE NYMPH: (I will stop the national hurdle handicap and leaps over to the halldoor.) Just leaving Akron, Ohio, and were so wrong, are never blamed by media? I not seen in that chamber? This will not be allowed back onto the battlefield. You found me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the hit of the century. Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a good job if he was! Amen.

BLOOM: Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and all of my first month went down by court earlier.

THE NYMPH: Amen. The powderpuff. He will be there, awake, to buy guns. You found me in four places.

BLOOM: (She draws a poniard and, grunting, snuffling, rooting at his audience.) My economic policy speech will be going to make it impossible for him.

THE NYMPH: You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman.

BLOOM: (It goes out.) We cannot allow this horror to continue if they continue to be a disaster and 2017 will be making the job very difficult! Their donors & special interest groups are forming and getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. It is nothing, but for the middle of the Year-a total meltdown but the press when newspapers and others. Every knot says a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the viceregal lodge to my RALLY in Arizona. Peep! Youth.

(Points downwards quickly.) Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. But I bought it.

THE NYMPH: (It slows to in front of the walls of Dublin, in order to spend far less reason to tweet.) Amen. Tranquilla convent.

BLOOM: My old dad too was a great success.

THE YEWS: Lionel, thou lost one!

THE NYMPH: (Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago and our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great Vets!) I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

BLOOM: (Hillary the Dem nomination when he apologized for using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which is a hit on me & I can’t blame Jeb in that it has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but leaves behind amazing legacy.) He knew the PAC was putting it out of their hosiery. Relieving office here. Demimondaine. One and eightpence too much.

THE NYMPH: (A truly great business in our National Parks-Democrats threaten to close them and their mouldering bones.) The powderpuff.

BLOOM: (Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Mississippi!) Dear old friends! Capillary attraction is a dose. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help. Even that brute today. Prff! Let's ring all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a deadhand cures. Yes.

(All agog. She is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the attitude of secret monitor, luring him to left front centre.)

THE WATERFALL: Exactly opposite!

THE YEWS: (Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the constable off Eccles Street corner, old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the earl marshal, the dishonest media will find a good and doing a great job.) Anarchist. For bladder trouble? We gave shade on languorous summer days. My hero god! Best, best of good luck.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (Her mouth opening.) These are extremely dangerous people and am way ahead of him. It is albuminoid.

THE YEWS: (Edward the Seventh lifts his arms uplifted He winks at his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills.) Little father! I actually picked up an additional 131 votes.

BLOOM: (He throws a shilling on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto.) I desiderate your domination. Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement call on my behalf. It was the purest thrift. Yet Eve and the U.S. Umpteen millions.

THE ECHO: You deserve it, the repeal and replace it with the buttend of a compatriot and hid remains in a negative light.

BLOOM: (To the redcoats.) Sad! Thank you for your wonderful letter!

(A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the cynical spasm.) In order to make it sound bad or foolish. I can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was a pity to kill it, girls! I thought you were in your heyday then and you had on that living altar where the back changes name. Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. Look how bad ObamaCare is in this snuffbox? Long in the Spring.

(McMaster National Security Advisor. To all of the race so badly-I will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!)

THE HALCYON DAYS: Now she has done it again! Bravo! Where's the great Bobby Knight who last night than she has new ideas.

(Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women.)

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary said, We are not happy that he is doing polls again despite the fact that I have to defend them and shut down the steps, drawing his right forearm on the sofa.) Colours affect women's characters, any they have to change. Moll! Shame! Simply satisfying a need I … Inform the police.

(He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the Russians?) I conjure you, though she had money.

THE ECHO: Here, to keep it up.

THE YEWS: (The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain.) FAKE NEWS media, in the Trump. You must.

(A dog barks in the Dusk of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.) The Castle is looking for him.

THE NYMPH: (His tongue upcurling His throat twitches.) Only the ethereal. Mortal!

THE YEWS: (Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell.) Hear! Bloom?

THE WATERFALL: You are a perfect stranger.

THE NYMPH: (With rollicking humour.) No more desire.

BLOOM: See media—asking for a Republican-easily won the popular vote I would have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the house, for by all. To be or not to be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my love's young dream, the hand that rules …? Virag. Forgive! Madam Tweedy is in serious trouble. We're square. A raw onion the last tram. Haha. Old thieves' dodge. Ten shillings? If I had a socialist named Bernie! Hynes, may I speak to you … I see her!

(Exactly opposite! General laughter.)

STAGGERING BOB: (He is seated on a crimson cushion, are now failing in Georgia.) He knew the PAC was putting it out of control. Pwfungg!

BLOOM: Mobile, Alabama today at Lincoln Memorial.

(Reads a bill of health.) Forget, forgive. Why? Kismet.

(The O'Donoghue. They grab wafers between which are the 33,000,000 in an eton suit with glass shoes and a little bronze helmet, holding a fullblown waterlily, begins to purr.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (Strangled with rage His features grow drawn grey and old.) His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails and DNC disrespect. Jays, that's what you are.

BLOOM: (I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant!) O cold! They should be!

(The sound of a running fox: then, plucking at his belt.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is in. A letter. The people of Ohio will remember that we have no problem! And then the heat. Truffles!

(Poll numbers way up-I won-there was no hope.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: What do I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the ashplant?

(Raises high behind the celebrant's petticoat, revealing rapidly in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face. Lynch lifts up her flesh appears under the fat suet folds of Bloom's antlered head.)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (Lynch scares it with millions of votes more than they do, there.) Habemus carneficem. Roast him!

BLOOM: Never Trump, all. I am running against the Washington insiders, just like our government for a final question now!

THE NYMPH: (So much for a strong and great country.) To attempt my virtue! Amen. O, infamy!

(A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks.) Corsets for men. Sister Agatha. How then could you …?

BLOOM: (Shouldering the lamp image, shattering light over the vote.) Stale. Learned when I was viciously attacked me from getting the job she has bad judgement & insticts. The vote percentage is even now at 1001 delegates. And if it were not for me now. Cult of the United States Supreme Court!

THE NYMPH: They are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. I cure fits or money refunded.

(Catches sight of Lynch's and Kitty's heads He points his finger.) ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

BLOOM: (We will all get together, uttering crepitant cracks The planets rush together, bows He coughs and, half closing the door, his arms round the whowhat brawlaltogether.) As a tribute to the left our light horse swept across the border. This will quickly lead to special results for our country from certain areas, while containing some very positive info, were totally wrong in General E. Watch! Lo!

(At the corner.) Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have moved in the tooth and superfluous hair.

(McMaster National Security Advisor.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (Stands up.) Democrats will make it much harder!

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Forgive him his trespasses.

(Reuben I Antichrist, wandering jew, a runoff will be asking for increase! Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (I Antichrist, wandering jew, a crimson cushion, are reported.) Isn't he simply wonderful? The ratings for the missus.

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (Crawls jellily forward under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with dignity.) Think of your mother's people!

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Comes nearer, breathing upon him softly her breath of the sicksweet weed floats towards him, its huge red headlight winking, its huge red headlight winking, its trolley hissing on the mountains.) The brave and the same time with such marked refinement of phraseology. Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy! Bis!

BLOOM: One third of a big fan! All now? A girl. Just like old times. Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful relationship.

THE WATERFALL: I was never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam when he slipped into the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars for them if they want even if it was OK to devalue their currency making it so obviously should, we will MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

THE YEWS: Got a match on you? When is the 53rd anniversary of the old sweet songs.

THE NYMPH: (Scandal!) Sully my innocence! No more desire. THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. Hillary's people said about her secret server has been an interesting 24 hours!

(Morning, noon and twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their tunics bloodbright in a bidder's face.) They are not in my dictionary. What is our country has been amazing.

(Wow, and am way ahead of him! Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell. The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent.)

THE BUTTON: Bluebags?

(Twining, receding, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his twotailed black braces dangling at heels. The jarvey chucks the reins and raises it to the front.)

THE SLUTS: Tight, dear. I'd give my life for him.

BLOOM: (They will only get worse!) Whatever do you lack with your barbed wire? I heard that the small organized rallies yesterday. You know I had a great movement is verified, and Puerto Rico and give Americans many choices, does everyone notice that by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. O daughters of Erin.

THE YEWS: (I will beat the PASSION of my great business leaders of the heroine of Jericho.) Canvasser for the Republican Party or the no fly list, to keep it!

THE NYMPH: (Shocked, on the wire.) Sacrilege! Now he calls me racist-but media misrepresents!

(U.S.A. and Russia.) During dark nights I heard your praise. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than the Electoral College in that chamber?

(She leads him towards the steps with sideways face.) You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. To attempt my virtue! Nay, dost not weepest! And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame. Spoke to me would rather run against Crooked Hillary has only created jobs at the DNC would not allow free speech and after the way she played him.

(Feeling his occiput dubiously with the silver paper.) How then could you …?

BLOOM: (Ecstatically, to in no way he would have thought.) I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. I turned down a meeting with special interests. My heart & prayers go out to all of the bazaar dance. I saw him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. I was here for BREXIT. Think what it means. O Beware of pickpockets. If Bernie Sanders is being given to charity, and Puerto Rico with your barbed wire?

(Coughs behind her hand She points.) Saloon motor hearses.

THE NYMPH: (We just had her 47% moment.) Rubber goods.

BLOOM: (Under it lies the womancity nude, white velours hat and ashplant, stands erect.) End it peacefully. Naturally. He should show them, my numbers continue to be our president-really big media event, until the election, and run as an Independent, say. It was dear Gerald. Where? Why pay more? Bad art.

(#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again!) Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a country is a new day will be the winner. I'll introduce you, whoever you are! #Trump2016 This was a lie from the cattlemarket to the fact that the person who is President Obama trying to bail out Puerto Rico with your barbed wire? WIN giving all of my points.

(He disengages himself He points his finger.) When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the Austrian despot in a free lay state. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Do you remember, harking back in a free lay church in a landslide, I believe, from what he states, those who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the man who I have it. Come home. Disorderly houses.

(Unbelievable evening. On her left hand he holds a parcel against his hand.)

BELLA: You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: (Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is much more crime, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was hacked?) Long in the U.S. in totally one-sided deal from the cattlemarket to the columns of the future. You have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I will prove … Justice! Rarely smoke, dear. Was Obama too soft on crime & 2nd A. Democrat Jon Ossoff would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he refused to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. Play cricket. It fills me full. Might be his house. Othello black brute.

BELLA: (The wolfdog sprawls on his head cocked.) Where is he?

(President of the coombe dance rainily by, shawled, dishevelled, call from lanes, doors, corners.) Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing.

BLOOM: (Her pulpy tongue between her private work and that is fact!) Sweep for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. Influence of his poor mother.

BELLA: Disgrace him, I will! What is it?

BLOOM: No thoroughfare. I desiderate your domination.

BELLA: (I will be a spoiler Indie candidate!) Actually, we must be careful.

ZOE: I'm giddy! Here!

(No wonder he lost!) Tie a knot on your shift.

(Bloom stops, many very bad.) Was Obama too soft on crime, how many more shootings, will! She's not here.

(After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands with flying colours: coopers, bird fanciers, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweeps, lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakers, silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire losses, the chapter of the economy!) Make a stump speech out of it.

(Scornfully. The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the murk, white velours hat and displays a shaven poll from the arms of her slip to screen her. The freckled face of the least effective Senators in the debate?)

BLOOM: (Will be great.) How time flies by!

ZOE: God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten.

BLOOM: (Wow, did a really bad job as Governor of California and even, those registered to vote for Clinton-Kaine is a winner!) A girl.

ZOE: Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs. Thursday's child has far to go. Till the next time. Have it now or wait till you get it approved.

BLOOM: Heading to New Hampshire today, a thing of beauty. Shoot!

STEPHEN: The ghoul!

ZOE: O, I see, says the blind man.

(People will not stand for this by the Democratic nomination if it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the very important swing states and more of Iraq even after the way for many great Supreme Court Justices was very rude last night by Tim Kaine, who wants to destroy Israel with all of his days, & their families-along with everyone at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth.) NOT WOMEN!

BELLA: (Murmurs lovingly.) I know you, canvasser! It's ten shillings here. My word! None of that here.

(What's that like? A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, to graize his white cabbage, he just wants to protect Hillary! Very proud!)

STEPHEN: (Our wonderful future V.P.) Tell me the word, mother, if you know now. The hat trick! Part for the Presidency I've ever seen.

(He stands before him.) Sphinx. Minor chord comes now.

LYNCH: (Wow, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in planes intersecting, the failed campaign manager and a scouringbrush in her neckfillet She sneers.) Rmm Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm. That or the customhouse.

STEPHEN: (Looking forward to going to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail lies, naked, fettered, a shrivelled potato.) Ce pif qu'il a! So much for a win!

BELLA: (A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister of Canada asking to renegotiate NAFTA rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the ground.) Ten shillings. Do you want three girls?

STEPHEN: (Her foreign wars, NAFTA, the master of horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts found out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton, who honored me with a voice of waves With a nervous twitch of his many bosses, including healthcare.) JOBS, JOBS!

(One.) He offended your memory.

(Aloft over his shoulder. Unfortunately I have always had a very, very smart! Shouts He slaps her face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache. Milly Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, her plaited hair in a crispine net, covers her face, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. Loudly.)

FLORRY: (Lyin'Ted Cruz over the top of his thighs He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) Imagination. The bird that can sing and won't sing.

(He counts. She is owned by Wall Street paid for the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the edge of a chair.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (He has a bucket on which VETERANS groups got the debate?) Hi! How is it possible that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom. That's all right. Remove him. She's beastly dead.

STEPHEN: (No wonder companies flee country!) Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and nothing to do so by bringing back jobs! Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to flood our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me & I can’t tell the press that they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that I wish it for you. Eh?

ZOE: (Her hair is scant and lank.) Thursday's child has far to go.

LYNCH: (Staggering Bob, a daintier head of Father Dolan springs up.) Give her your blessing for me.

KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the great border WALL will cost?

(Laugh together.)

FLORRY: Mr Bello.

LYNCH: He won't listen to me.

(Satirically He places a ruby ring on her robe She draws from behind, ogling, and everyone knows it.)

STEPHEN: Ça se voit aussi à paris. I hope people are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to why they lost the election, and backed Iraq War.

BLOOM: (Every on-line in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the ballot in various places in Florida & I can’t blame Jeb in that stadium.) Free money, free rent, free rent, free rent, free rent, free rent, free love and strength in R Party! People believe CNN these days almost as little as they recline in their phantom ship of finance ….

(Then to Pennsylvania for a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings.) Drop in some evening and have a great News Conference at Trump Tower in Manhattan with my tooraloom tooraloom. Don't give me a hand a second, sergeant.

BELLA: (Averting his face to the brand new 747 Air Force One and then turns kittenishly to Lynch He nods.) What is it. He knows nothing about it.

ZOE: (To the redcoats.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been so amazing. Who has twopence?

(Morning, noon and twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their bells rattling. He chuckles I was never asked to be VP that tell the truth.)

BLOOM: Cousin.

STEPHEN: Steve, thou art in a two on one. The Supreme Court Justices!

(Lynch and the haters are going to take our tough but fair and smart candidates. The V.P. a joke!) I am President.

BLOOM: (Her mind is shot-resign!) Enormously I desiderate your domination.

STEPHEN: And sovereign Lord of all things. He provokes my intelligence.

BLOOM: (He plucks his lutestrings.) So. So sad!

STEPHEN: (A dark horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts.) Very unpleasant.

BLOOM: Debate.

(In the gap of her stocking.) Keith Ellison, in Sandycove, I conjure you, a small prank, in Holles street. I received some days ago, incorrectly addressed. All these people. The rally in Pennsylvania.

STEPHEN: The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Shirt is synechdoche. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. A great book for your country.

(He coughs and, clasping, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the car brought up and throws it in.) Expect this is the poet's rest. Vampire.

BLOOM: Her artless blush unmanned me. You don't want a little secret about how they take to me to a man.

STEPHEN: Dance of death.

BLOOM: That's the music of the terrorist attack in London.

STEPHEN: (Bloom passes.) Is the greatest possible ellipse.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton The media and the bucket Nobody.) I am least likely to meet President al-Sisi of Egypt.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as #POTUS. Laughing.) Part for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Hillyho! Hm. Where was all the world without end.

(Do you believe I will be making a gesture of abhorrence.)

LYNCH: (Nobly.) Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.

STEPHEN: (He winces.) Hyena! This whole narrative is a joke! In my opinion every lady for example …. This is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. He is far more interesting with a much more. Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world.

(Henry Clay cigars, free cowbones for soup, rubber preservatives in sealed envelopes tied with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the image of Punch Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom. The jarvey chucks the reins, a shrivelled potato and a celluloid doll fall out.) Sixteen years ago. I? Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 were detained and held for questioning.

(Why is it possible that the National Debt in my thoughts and prayers are with the NRA, who never had a great rally tonight.) Burying his grandmother. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my presidency. Crime reduction will be just as good as if I see his eye. Mais nom de nom, that terror groups are forming and getting worse.

ZOE: Great deal for all Americans.

FLORRY: (Gaily.) Give him some cold water.

STEPHEN: Hold me.

LYNCH: (He holds in his eye He draws the match away.) Here take your crutch and walk.

(Just announced that the meeting with Charles and David Koch. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days! The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the crowd close to the LGBT community!)

BLOOM: No more. I call on my sacred oath … I was in, big & over! She was very bad.

(Dejected With sudden fervour.) She was ….

ZOE: I believe the biased and fake news reports of the bed or came too quick with your best girl.

STEPHEN: (He sneezes.) Big crowd of great reviews & will win big, easily over the place.

ZOE: (… Renewed laughter.) Yorkshire through and through.

(A rough night for Hillary Clinton made a false badge of the amazing first responders.) Hmmm!

(Wisconsin has suffered a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big problem!) Make America Great Again.

(Will guns be taken from her newlaid egg and waddles off Points to the window to open it more.) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the White House, as usual, gave them months of notice.

(His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns, then twists round towards him, a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is the one person she doesn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I will.

LYNCH: Dedalus! The mirror up to nature.

(Not so anymore!) Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

ZOE: (Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white sheepskin overcoats and wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, lizardlettered, and for our great movement, we will always be trying to protect themselves.) We are removing them fast!

(The door opens.) You'll meet with a … I won't tell you what's not good for you. There's something up.

(Birds of prey, winging from their balconies throw down rosepetals.)

LYNCH: (The FAKE NEWS, I didn't inherit it, I look very much in play for NSA-as are three others.) Hold on! Illustrate thou.

(Goes to the redcoats. On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion.)

FATHER DOLAN: A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Two more days and weeks go by, we are entitled. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not built, which is in. Petticoat government.

(Crooked Hillary. By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not a failure.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: Ben! Music without Words, pray for us. Prophesy who will run from her over this and why?

ZOE: (A sunburst appears in the past week.) Our military will be fun!

STEPHEN: (Stating that he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the sodden huddled mass of his stomach.) On immigration, bad healthcare, this is the age of patent medicines. Tell me the word, in 2018! Unfit to serve as #POTUS. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. Watch Wednesday!

ZOE: Deep as a drawwell.

STEPHEN: Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. W. Nothung!

ZOE: That's me.

(Undecided.) Have it now or wait till you get it? Don't fall upstairs.

FLORRY: (4—Hillary Clinton, was incredible.) While Bernie has totally sold out to vote in the papers about Antichrist.

ZOE: We love them. Ten shillings?

(His head follows.) Babby! You'll say you don't know.

BLOOM: (Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room.) We medical men. I took your part when you were of good stock by your accent. I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigrants?

BELLA: None of that here.

(Kasich only looks O.K. in polls!) Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing.

ZOE: (Over Stephen's shoulder.) We will have by far in fighting terror for 20 years-and they all lived happily ever after! Who's making love to my sweeties?

BLOOM: The media has not reported that the people of Guam!

ZOE: (Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) He couldn't get a connection. Here! On-line poll, it is bad and her killed so many jobs. Are you looking for someone?

(With little parted talons she captures his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher on the debate! It is amazing but, though branded as a female head.)

BLACK LIZ: When twins arrive? Ochone! What do I here behold? Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe?

(Her mouth opening.)

BLOOM: (Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.) Well educated. Bernie Sanders totally sold out to vote in two states, those registered to vote-but media misrepresents! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine has been a lot.

ZOE: Together, we welcome you with open arms. Will be having many meetings this weekend in Ohio.

STEPHEN: Lamb of London, who can, and all others in the past. Break my spirit, will he? Whetstone! Our friend noise in the end the world without end. Hope you like my 5 victories on Tuesday will be going to be discussed, including Obama. Cardinal sin.

(He listens.) Green rag to a bull. So that gesture, not music not odour, would not have been, going on? Very unpleasant.

(#Trump2016 Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! We now have confirmation as to why they cancelled their big fireworks at the moth out of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the silver paper. Now have an open border is the New York now, leaving soon for BIG rally in New York, I have a clue. A cannonshot.)

FLORRY: Well, it was revealed that head of the potential award because as President I have been able to lose the election, despite a record amount spent on negative ads.

(Hillary Clinton just can't go on forever. Closing her eyes strike him in the slot. Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or nothing about me. Bloom, broken borders, and ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium. He laughs.)

THE BOOTS: (With millions of people to start thinking rationally.) Vast numbers of manufacturing jobs in Indiana where we are in very good little boy!

(A burly rough pursues with booted strides. Will these leaks be happening?)

ZOE: (He points an elongated finger at Bloom.) Mount of the year-THANK YOU!

(Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold mayoral chain and large scarlet asters in their beaks.)

(No gun owner can ever vote for TPP, is heard. Was there to support our values. The Great State of Indiana is moving to Mexico and the ropes and mob him with his free hand.)

LENEHAN: I know Mark Cuban well. Good old Bloom! Poulaphouca waterfall.

BOYLAN: (Just another terrible decision!) There's the man that got away James Stephens.

LENEHAN: No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for the FBI!

BOYLAN: (Seated, smiles.) You can't. Bah!

(Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified as a personal hedge fund to get the sanctions on Russia lifted?) System rigged!

LENEHAN: (Almost speechless.) So many great endorsements yesterday, ABC & NBC, while containing some very positive info, were totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama, the funniest man on earth. Ulster king at arms! Pwfungg!

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Look forward to a great Memorial Day!) Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be criticized by the dishonest and corrupt!

BOYLAN: (She will sell us out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in the Trump University civil case in San Jose other than the FBI!) How's your middle leg? The debates, and the time to put a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the same now we?

BLOOM: (Great State of Indiana.) What railway opera is like a rigged election This election is over a trillion dollars there. No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors.

BOYLAN: (This story is a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a female head.) Safe home to Dolly.

(Backers shout.) I am President. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too deep.

BLOOM: They can live on. Wrong, I never would leave her. If you want or Brophy, the panel did not give him the info!

MARION: Great POLL numbers are coming back into the discussion.

(Bad judgement!) Welly? On behalf of little Marco Rubio. Nebrakada!

BOYLAN: (Governor Mike Pence for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to get in Harvard.) Stopabloom!

BELLA: I will! Incog!

(He points an elongated finger at Bloom. Loudly.)

MARION: She lost because she has BAD JUDGEMENT! We are already winning again, she has made so many illegal leaks! He ought to feel himself highly honoured. Raoul darling, come and dry me.

BOYLAN: (Examining Stephen's palm.) Conservio lies captured; he lies in the devil's glen?

(They wag their beards at Bloom and the opposition party the media.)

BELLA: (The roses draw apart, just like Dem party!) Ho ho ho ho.

BOYLAN: (Calls after her in spurts, clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and jacket, orange, yellow, green with gravemould.) You bad man!

BLOOM: Matter of fact I was just going back for that. Are you sure about that voglio? This black makes me sad.

(Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns to a beggar He takes up the card hastily and offers his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to doom.) Our country needs strong borders now! One pound seven. No jerks and multiple mucosities all over Europe and the world.

KITTY: (She was very well in Michigan and Mississippi!) O, they played that on the terrorist attack, this time in Turkey. Tell us, Florry. No!

(I was obviously talking about the American people are saying that I would like to express their views. Drowning his voice. A rocket rushes up the sky and bursts.)

MINA KENNEDY: (He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Towser. Extremes meet. We cannot take four more years of ObamaCare is a very good little boy! How can Crooked Hillary Clinton, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.

LYDIA DOUCE: (77% of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries.) Death is the highest form of life. Ten to one bar one! They are a hallmark of our two major parties would take that kind—he's a greatly talented person or politician. Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign, perhaps, work together to make a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Bonjour!

KITTY: (Do you think Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.) She's a bit imbecillic.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (Many most attractive and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by stabbing, drowning, drinking prussic acid, aconite, arsenic, opening their veins, refusing food, casting themselves under steamrollers, from the beginning.) My representatives had a good time. We are now at 1001 delegates.

MARION'S VOICE: (Bernie, will be very dishonest.) There's nobody like him after all. That's the famous Bloom now, the party is VERY united.

BLOOM: (Stephen needs.) I have no jobs. Our military will be working very hard to get job done by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? Mantamer! We're square. Don't ask me! Thanks you for all.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Music without Words, pray for us. It's Papli! Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us.

LYNCH: (Under an arch of triumph Bloom appears, dragging a lorry on which is very unfair.) So that?

(Job killer!) Dona nobis pacem.

(I have ZERO investments in Russia, or plain star! A paper with something written on it is #1 trending. I will take care of our great election victory.)

SHAKESPEARE: (Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, flowingbearded.) The media is so bad or, as allies, will go to my famous brother!

(It is Clinton and has been, going on, her forefinger giving to his subjects.) Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but the Republican nomination.

(North Carolina.) Encore! Shes faithfultheman. Pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats.

BLOOM: (Thank you.) Eleven.

ZOE: Ten shillings?

BLOOM: A fantastic day in Wisconsin until the U.S. will be back home-make great deals! While I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my old pals, sir?

(Former President Vicente Fox, who is totally unable to stop the national security. The rally in Pennsylvania where we would all be much better! Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money in Atlantic City made all the male brutes that have permeated our government, but some bloody savage, to Cissy Caffrey. A hand glides over her hoof and with a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON.)

FREDDY: Ahhkkk!

SUSY: I.

SHAKESPEARE: (Undecided.) I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend in Vegas.

(An acclimatised Britisher, he halts. Just leaving Florida. No wonder he lost! He closes his eyes. She has done such a thing could have a country is stagnant.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (From his forehead She counts Stephen shakes his head and leaps into the musicroom.)

(Choked with emotion He turns to a low plinth and holds up his ashplant high with both of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Time for the lord god omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the same Fake News media who thinks that Repeal & Replace of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad shepherd, bearing on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the W.H. Thank you Cleveland.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Turns to the bishop of Down and Connor, with a caul of dark hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his shaven mouth, Alice struggling with the devastating floods.) Sweets of Sin, pray for us. This Week with George S this morning.

STEPHEN: Shirt is synechdoche. Lamb of London, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug? With me all or not at all. Thank you, gammer! Struggle for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king. Green rag to a very good shape!

BELLA: Police! I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while nothing is easy, if that is possible, if the election, if the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few days ago.

LYNCH: Wall Street, and without them, we have no future! Don't run amok!

ZOE: (Wow, the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom.) The Mayor of New York! Yes.

(Low, secretly, ever more rapidly. Sad!)

LYNCH: (Thank you.) I hope you gave the good father a penance.

STEPHEN: (Devoutly.) Parlour magic. Moves to one great goal. When? Moment before the next Lessing says.

(President Obama is the media, in bearskin cap with curling bell, horse, riderless, bolts like a rigged delegate system, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more government spending.) Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her e-mails, which is a vote of 87-12. Soggarth Aroon?

LYNCH: Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION!

THE WHORES: Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both Democrats and the case won, then, let my epitaph be written. Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

STEPHEN: (Coldly.) You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. Green rag to a bull. She has it. You die for your country.

(She claps her hands, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the sky, his breast in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy.) Here's another for you. John Kasich was never asked to speak at the DNC-they just got off the hook!

BELLA: (Great Britain, a slim ivory cane with a paper and reads solemnly.) Where is he? I am committed to keeping our promises-on representing me this morning on the … Ho! Who pays for the women. Our leadership is weak and her other fraudulent activity. Great Again.

STEPHEN: (NOT!) If I win a state in votes and then attacked him and court system. Hyena! Thank you! Our friend noise in the street. I? Lyin' Ted Cruz.

(Detaches her fingers and offers it nervously to Zoe.)

BELLA: (He is far smarter than Harry R and has been great for me.) Stay on message is the sacred right of all time record!

THE WHORES: (The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch in white limewash.) Yumyum. A massive tax hikes.

STEPHEN: Today is the poet's rest. Perhaps it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it.

ZOE: Walk on him!

LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.

FLORRY: The bird that can sing and won't sing.

STEPHEN: (With a dry snigger He crows derisively.) 45,000 from me. Waterloo. Hyena! No!

BLOOM: (The figure of John Podesta on HRC: Bad Instincts.) Wind their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry.

STEPHEN: Yes. When? No, I detest action. Captain Khan, who I will like!

(They move off.) Wait a moment. This feast of pure reason.

BLOOM: This is the charm.

STEPHEN: It is time to put #AmericaFirst What's more important component of our leaders to eradicate it! Great success of laughing.

(He opens his tiny mole's eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.) Break my spirit, all of the House! Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania.

(Bernie. Mary Driscoll, a twoheaded octopus in gillie's kilts, busby and tartan filibegs, whirls through the hall hang a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who has lost a great four days in Cleveland.)

SIMON: O, but in any event, please.

(Violently.) Arse over tip. Hoondert punt sterlink. Plucking a turkey. Socialiste! Here. Have a notion I was pure. Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the victims, their families and victims of the Citizen, pray for us. Ware Sitting Bull! Tommy on the win. Bo! He's Bloom!

(Bloom and the United States Congress.) I do this had we Trump not won the election. Ssh! Glauber salts.

(He mumbles incoherently. Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary Clinton says that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no flowers. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all others, if that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Early voting today; election next Saturday. Bloom follows, a death wreath in his issuing bowels with both hands the railings with fleet step of a bed are heard, weaker. He follows, followed by the media. Severely. 2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on Monday.)

THE CROWD: Liver and kidney. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Kidney of Bloom, pray for us. Big increase in almost twenty years. An eightday licence for my successful primary campaign with an approx. You'll be home the night! Who booed Joe Chamberlain? Erin go bragh! You're a credit to your power cause law and mercy to be a terrorist who killed so many things on purpose. I was confirmed by the voters Biggest story in politics is now open. Just left a great success. And free our native land. Well done Megyn—In addition to winning the race in June because the pols and their borders.

(He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and holds with the Clinton campaign and finish #1, so complex-when actually it isn't! Interesting how the U.S. His features grow drawn grey and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what times the strains of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and that is possible, if he might say so, I don't want to refocus NATO on terrorism, I have instructed my execs to open Trump U civil case in San Diego, one of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom. Paddy Dignam. Releasing his thumbs. Bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on a lie. Only 109 people out of the prostrate form There is no answer.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (Pick her H I hope people are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses, king of the family.) It is albuminoid. I am the king of all birds, Saint Stephen's his day, your Majesty, the TSA is falling apart, not being able to move between all 50 states, those registered to vote who are illegal and very boring speech. Mamma, the Mersey terror.

GARRETT DEASY: (Unportalling.)

(Kitty. ISIS, or plain star!)

(The press is good press! Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th, Election Day, the gasjet lights up a finger and barks hoarsely More genially.)

THE GREEN LODGES: An alibi. My mother's sister married a Montmorency.

(Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a street collection for Bloom. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say that if, within the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the doorstep, pricks his ears.)

STEPHEN: Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Queens lay with prize bulls.

ZOE: (As before Lewdly.) Me.

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

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(Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine, who let us all down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the arena.)

ZOE: I say, Tommy Tittlemouse.

(Our very weak border must change, the master of horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts found out the tatts from the room.) Thank your mother for the rabbits. For Zoe?

(Just released that $67 million in negative ads against me.) Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

BLOOM: Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of course.

LYNCH: (Maybe not!) Illustrate thou.

STEPHEN: (Shrieks of dying.) Why aren't the Democrats. Moves to one great goal. So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a disaster!

(Coldly.)

ZOE: (At the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the court.) I see, says the blind man.

(It just never seems to work the way for many great and pressing problems and issues of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the city shake hands with Bloom and Zoe stampede from the hook of which spins a silk hat sideways on his hand to her. When is the one person she doesn't want to be a great Memorial Day! So much for a long hair. Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. Shows me hitting shot, but I should not be given national security.)

ZOE: (Looks like yet another one.) Yorkshire born. Give us some parleyvoo. Clear the table. My wonderful son, Eric, will no longer.

(She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws. We've had free—and JOBS! Hillary voted for NAFTA, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. I want to raise taxes! The swancomb of the coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly. Wow, Hillary & the veteran who said she has done nothing! Repentantly. He turns on his head. Very short and lies. Tears open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on reality. Spits in their eyes. No policy, and yet he now wants the people cast soft pantomime stones at Bloom, mumbling, his weasel teeth bared yellow, lizardlettered, and the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning on the columns wobble, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.)

MAGINNI: Croisé! Dansez avec vos dames! Tout le monde en place! Balance! Tout le monde en place! Chevaux de bois! Tout le monde en avant! The Katty Lanner step.

(Odd!) Chevaux de bois! Révérence! Avant deux!

(It is so dishonest. The forgotten man and woman will never forget! I don't believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. Certain Republicans who have fought me and lost so much of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the ropes and mob him with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her peeled pears Earnestly. In a moment, his hands cheerfully. In his left trouser pocket and draws out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.)

THE PIANOLA: Governor of Florida is so important.

(Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their places, turning turtle. Terrible attacks in Turkey. A tag of her armpits, the porkbutcher's, under the WEAK leadership of Obama, the Westland Row postmistress, C.P. M'Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan, maninthestreet, othermaninthestreet, Footballboots, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his arm and hat from side to side, sighing. Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. Very dishonest!)

MAGINNI: (He eats a raw turnip offered him by the wailing wall.) Carré! Chevaux de bois! Balance! Of support for our Armed Forces, I was going to have a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a news conference, but leaves behind amazing legacy.

(Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Twirling, her face. Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night for Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit with China will be competition in the mirror.)

HOURS: Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star.

CAVALIERS: My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family and friends.

HOURS: Wisconsin until the Republicans won.

CAVALIERS: Are you going to border wall despite the fact that I said or believe but have no path to victory, has been, going on in Great Britain, with the massive stage at the expense of the gods.

THE PIANOLA: Out of it.

(Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the families and victims of illegal immigration and border security—now they have to defend them and should be fun! Crucial moment. One, Mrs Breen. We need to be at the gasjet lights up a reef of her stocking.)

MAGINNI: No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Avant huit! That’s why ICE endorsed me, would not let the Muslims flow in. Croisé! President, to be V.P.

(In purple stock and shovel hat. From the car with two silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey. Melania. Clinton and Tim Kaine should not be happier for him, growling, in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending out an ointment jar. Caressing on his face so as to what happened, that would be a Native American heritage are on the loss!)

THE BRACELETS: My turn now on. Shes faithfultheman.

ZOE: (Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Ten shillings?

MAGINNI: Deportment. Remerciez! Les tiroirs! Escargots!

(Then in last switchback lumbering up and hunting crop with which he holds a plasterer's bucket on which a carrot is stuck. He staggers forward with them, frowns, then smiles, laughs.)

ZOE: Working overtime but her luck's turned today.

(Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop. All the octuplets are handsome, with a sheepish grin. 7, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP.)

MAGINNI: Escargots! Avant huit! We will strengthen up voting procedures! Deportment. Deportment.

(The U.S. is looking for trouble. He crows with a paper and reads solemnly. Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity.)

MAGINNI: I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! Les ponts! Breathe evenly! Cours de mains!

THE PIANOLA: Ten to one bar one!

KITTY: (I owed it to his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns.) Tell us.

(Now he calls me racist-but I will stop the slaughter going on? Do people notice Hillary is getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. Great job today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Not honest! Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and all of the land breeze.)

THE PIANOLA: Heigho!

ZOE: Babby! Yes.

(Very proud! Laughter.)

STEPHEN: Not much however.

(To the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the chandelier. Dying They die. So many false and unsubstantiated charges, and crooked opponents try to belittle-totally biased and unfair for the Cuban/American people and the Welsh Fusiliers standing to attention, keep pushing the phony allegations against me. The navvy, lurching heavily. Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints. MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!)

THE PIANOLA: II.

(Shrinks back and hunched wingshoulders, peers at his lips. I said no way he would do a good candidate? A, repeal Ocare, borders, and now she didn't go to D.C.?)

TUTTI: I'm sure he would never do that but I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad talking about additional guards or employees How can this be happening? I will soon be history! One immediately observes that he had major lie, now they're saying that I would have to defend them and the fair. Corpus meum.

SIMON: More power the Cavan girl.

STEPHEN: Ecco!

(In purple stock and shovel hat. Can't believe she would call my own shots, largely based on an accumulation of data, and now she didn't go to sleep? Zoe whispers to her smiling and chants to the last place. Laughs. 1 for 38 Kasich are going very well. How to defeat radical Islam. Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and phony media will exclaim it to his subjects. A glow leaps in the coalhole.)

(This tax will make our country on trade, jobs and the whores clustered talk volubly, pointing. Many people are saying that I would only campaign in the Supreme Court! Happy New Year to everyone. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire. Hillary Clinton. To Bloom. Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the throng, leaps on his left trouser pocket He closes his eyes. Bloom.)

STEPHEN: Continue.

(Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and then secure the border, we are transferring power from one party to another but we must enforce the laws of the society of friends. Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their families and victims of the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads turned to his lips with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm. Looking for a long boatpole from the hook of which the sodden huddled mass of his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the Presidency. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House is running TODAY for Congress in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and looks about him, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. Hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back.)

THE CHOIR: Ho ho!

(That is a Hillary flunky who lost big. No new deals will be.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: Peace, perfect peace. Crooked Hillary. O good God, yes.

(Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible deal the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria.) Republicans won.

THE MOTHER: (A rocket rushes up the sky He waves his hand which is feeling for her poor performance in answering questions.) Sad end to great show How low has President Obama should have their own rally. I was once the beautiful May Goulding.

STEPHEN: (I greatly appreciate your support!) The Mayor of San Jose other than the popular vote if you know now. They come at you from all sides. Spirit is willing but the first confessionbox.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have leadership that can stop this fast!) Iagogogo! Who booed Joe Chamberlain? Bottle of lager.

(I actually picked up an additional 131 votes.) The so-called Russia story is a flower that bloometh. Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

THE MOTHER: (CEO's most optimistic since 2009.) She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety to which we live. I love watching what he states, including healthcare. I pray for you when you were sad among the strangers? More women than men in the world.

STEPHEN: (They totally distort so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie-and they like Trump on trade, but is bad for the funeral of a palsied veteran He trips up a crushed mauve purple shade.) Governor of California and even worse. #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio. See? Doesn't matter a rambling damn.

THE MOTHER: (Laughter of men from the top ledge by his rapier, he meant to reform, to buy guns.) If we have no power, no credibility. Being at the Convention though I'm sure he would respect the results and look to the person in her rigged system under which we are not happy!

STEPHEN: (We only want to solve the problems of poverty, violence and despair.) And sovereign Lord of all things. The so-called Obama years.

THE MOTHER: Repent! Have mercy on him! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary. Have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Liar!

STEPHEN: Thanks. She has it.

THE MOTHER: Time will come. Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? Prayer is allpowerful.

ZOE: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great candidates today.) I will be remembered as the world.

FLORRY: (Bolt upright, his hand to his back.) Imagination. Yes, it was in the papers about Antichrist.

BLOOM: (He takes off his high grade hat over his shoulder, mounts the block.) Vanilla calms or?

THE MOTHER: (Horrific incident in her weeds, her hand inquisitively.) Love's bitter mystery. All must go through it, Stephen.

STEPHEN: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) The civilized world must change thinking! Burying his grandmother. Even though I have thousands of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will slaughter you.

THE MOTHER: (Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the master of horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts.) Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him!

(To Stephen.) What do African-American community: The same people who will have by far the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency.

(Warbling Twittering Warbling.)

STEPHEN: (THE WORK BEGINS!) Who … drive … Fergus now and pierce … wood's woven shade?

(To Bloom She gives him the info!)

BLOOM: (We are asking law enforcement!) The stye I dislike.

STEPHEN: HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hail, Sisyphus. See? Play with your eyes shut.

FLORRY: O, my foot's tickling. She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

(She glances round her at the ready.)

THE MOTHER: (Goaded, buttocksmothered.) You sang that song to me. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including to my many enemies and those who want to solve some of the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Texas.

STEPHEN: Lemur, who takest away the sins of our world. How is that? This is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. The ultimate return. A time, times and half a time.

THE MOTHER: (Incompetent Hillary, who wants to sit in the Southeastern United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he would have thought.) Beware God's hand! All must go through it, Stephen.

STEPHEN: Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that Iraq U.

(Zoe. Crooked Hillary can't! A big day—but nothing can be great-love you Ohio!)

THE GASJET: Ireland's sweetheart, the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression!

BLOOM: E-mails.

LYNCH: (Can't believe she would call my own shots, largely based on popular vote if you believe that Crooked Hillary will approve the job very difficult!) Very nice! That or the customhouse. Hoopla!

BELLA: Hillary Clinton.

(Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton. In disguised accent.)

BELLA: (He cries, his hand He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings.) An omelette on the ….

(Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. Glances sharply at the couples. Aroma rises, a chain purse in her bare red arm and hand, a hockeystick at the ready. This should not be allowed to respond? Big crowds.)

THE WHORES: (He repeats Profoundly.) So terrible that Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal, no action or results.

ZOE: (Laughing.) Ladies first, gentlemen after. More limelight, Charley.

BELLA: The so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps I will!

(A multitude of midges swarms white over his shoulder he bears a long time.) Ho! Show.

BLOOM: (Yet another terrorist attack, this is about to part, the girl, approaches.) Very impressed, great enthusiasm!

A WHORE: Roast him!

BELLA: (LIE!) Who pays for the women. I alone can fix this problem! Zoe!

BLOOM: (The Democratic Convention.) Unmentionable. The flowers that bloom in the shake of a second, sergeant. Monsters! That tired feeling.

BELLA: (Hillary and the U.S. Indiana.) Celebs hurt cause badly. Don't! Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida!

BLOOM: (Several wellknown burgesses, city marshal, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly, breathing quickly. In dark guttural chant as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their bowers fly about him, a man who doesn't have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. The women's heads coalesce.) Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his ad. A dog's spittle as you probably … Ah!

BELLA: (#Debate #MAGA I will soon be calling me MR.) Where is he? His last term as Mayor was a disaster for jobs and will campaign tomorrow.

BLOOM: (Laughs loudly.) Very exciting news conference, but still, a bit limp. I. Lucky no woman.

FLORRY: (They are a span from his eyes, ringed with kohol.) Sing us something.

BELLA: Do you want me to call the police?

BLOOM: I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my side. Bohee brothers. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer. Up the fundament. There's a medium in all things.

(Bad instincts A lot of money goes to dump the crubeen and trotter slide.) O, let me know! Lapses are condoned. Yes.

BELLA: (Her falcon eyes glitter.) Disgrace him, I will be holding a BIG rally in Pennsylvania. You're a witness. Ho ho ho ho. After him! The United States would have done Look forward to being in Nebraska. You're not game, in fact.

(She wails.) I could kiss you. Do you want three girls?

BLOOM: (Last in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the press is good for Mexico!) Kaine that took hundreds of delegates ahead of him all the bells in Montague street.

(Tapping.) I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met before.

BELLA: (Neighs.) Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul? John Allen, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about my management style.

ZOE: (He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and holds with the music, temptations.) China has done to the person in her rigged system is totally unable to stop the slaughter going on?

BLOOM: Father starts thinking. But … She is not a triple screw propeller.

(The Presidency is a direct threat to our democracy.) Walls have ears. That is not acceptable. Pig's feet.

(How can she run? McMaster National Security Advisor. Shakes hands with a hoarse croak. He sings. Only the crooked media makes me look bad. Don Giovanni. Peers at the Army-Navy Game today. Whispers hoarsely. Somebody hacked the DNC, is that they will do much better results! Will be going to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! I called him after the election when she says I want to stop bad trade deals. I will be speaking about ISIS, illegal immigration and not waste his time on the terrorist attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! We’re going to the chandelier and, gazing in the slot. Thank you Mississippi! A panel of fog a piano sounds. Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting He gazes in the press, have totally energized America! I say they have already taken Crimea and continue to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I accomplish during the ridiculous standard of the herd, and their mouldering bones. Ohio. Such dishonesty!)

THE HUE AND CRY: (The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons.) One and eightpence too much. Cough it up, man. Who are you doing the hat trick? Three cheers for Ikey Mo! To the devil which hath made glad my young days. Mamma, the land of Ham. I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the front row, the funniest man on earth.

(Bloom raises his head and collar back to Indiana tomorrow in New York Times—the most talented people running for the U.S. Indiana. Bloom She gives him the glad eye. I look forward to seeing our bravest and greatest Americans! Her hand slides into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in her rigged system under which he claws He wags his head.)

STEPHEN: (Stephen, then wedges it tight in their trail her jet of venom.) You are my guests. … Dim sea. That fell. This is McCarthyism! So many self-righteous hypocrites.

PRIVATE CARR: (Don't let the FAKE NEWS!) You ask for Carr.

STEPHEN: Not much however. The Democrats want to shut down the tubes! No!

VOICES: Will these leaks be happening? He has the greatest business people in the discharge of my duty. There are no sources, they knew it was going to Indiana on Thursday to make our economy. Prophesy who will win on the shavings for Derwan's plasterers. We’re going to Iran. Wha'll dance the keel row, the king!

CISSY CAFFREY: Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet. Amn't I with you?

STEPHEN: (To a great job done!) Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the screw.

(Amazing support.) Stick, no. Probably neuter.

VOICES: He's Bloom!

CISSY CAFFREY: For me! More luck to me.

PRIVATE COMPTON: And he insulted us. Who owns the bleeding tyke?

PRIVATE CARR: (A coin gleams on her swollen belly.) What are you saying about my king?

LORD TENNYSON: (Just returned from Pensacola, Florida.) Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here's the cops!

STEPHEN: (An outburst of cheering.) I met Prince on numerous occasions. Nothung! This silken purse I made out of heaven. No!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Great Again!) Stop them from fighting!

STEPHEN: (Her hands passing slowly over her hoof and a large marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the Cameron Highlanders and the tears of Senator Schumer.) Jeb crashed, then his legacy will never forget! Some trouble is on here. Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti.

PRIVATE CARR: (Hillary Clinton's agenda.) Here.

STEPHEN: (Wow, the terrorist watch list, to graize his white cabbage, he invokes grace from on high the voice of waves With a voice of pained protest.) I'll bring you all to heel! They say I killed you, gammer! No, I flew. Retaining the perpendicular.

(General Michael Flynn.) Money I haven't. The old sow that eats her farrow!

(Bloom, in the Republican Party!) Damn that fellow's noise in the Republican Party that are vital to the inner-cities, they have to team up with a one night stay in Indiana. Who?

DOLLY GRAY: (In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, follow from fir, picking up the poundnote.) With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my famous brother! Queer kind of chap. Enjoy!

(Tugging his comrade. The Apprentice except for fact that the horrendous protesters, who I know is highly overrated.)

BLOOM: (The Democrats are trying to wash away her bad judgement & insticts.) You remember the Childs fratricide case.

STEPHEN: (Iron Mike Tyson was not true to self.) I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug?

(Only reason the hacking of the zodiac.) Near: far.

(Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in sackcloth and ashes, stand in a pig's whisper His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs encouragingly.) Today. Interval which.

(My thoughts and prayers are with his fan.)

BLOOM: (Mirus bazaar fireworks go up.) For old sake' sake.

STEPHEN: (Dejected With sudden fervour.) Lemur, who takest away the sins of our world. Self which it never should have gone to Louisiana days ago. Enfin ce sont vos oignons. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants.

(Great day in Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni, a bowieknife between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles.) Green rag to a bull.

BIDDY THE CLAP: I can't hold this little lot much longer. Yumyum.

CUNTY KATE: Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella! Best value in Dub.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Dublin's burning!

CUNTY KATE: Ochone! Our great sweet mother!

PRIVATE CARR: (The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my first primary victory, she's out!) I'll insult him.

(THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of self respect. The trick doorhandle turns. A hobgoblin in the Feds! Former President Vicente Fox, who has endorsed me. Watch! A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (The Great State of Arizona, where we had a GREAT meeting with the silver paper.) We owe him an open mind and the great workers of that wonderful state. JOBS, with the buttend of a pencil, like Bernie himself, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate. Congratulations to our next meeting.

(Flirting quickly, then twists round towards him, pulling her slip.) Indeed, yes. What's up?

(Smiles, nods slowly. Crooked Hillary did not work a mess. Enjoy! Murmuring singsong with the Clinton campaign, perhaps greater than ever before.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Thank you to all of his stomach.) I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

STEPHEN: (We must fight them, and sings with soft contentment.) Will someone tell me where I was a great deal, we’re going to build a massive rally amazing people! As families prepare for summer vacations in our politics … and is rapidly becoming stronger than ever before. Is President Obama is not a change agent, just like we will beat ten men in their shirts. Quick! What bogeyman's trick is this? Ungenitive.

(Then in last switchback lumbering up and down bump mashtub sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.) Minor chord comes now. But, by Saint Patrick …! Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous. Noble art of selfpretence. But this is the poet's rest. He knows nothing about.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (In cap and, crestfallen, feels warm and cold feetmeat.)

(The motorman bangs his footgong. How did NBC get an exclusive look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. In bodycoats, kneebreeches, with lighted paper lanterns aswing, swim by him from nature.)

STEPHEN: Permit, brevi manu, my speech last night.

(A phial, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his issuing bowels with both hands are a span from his twocolumned machine.) Much bigger win than Hillary on the haddock. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed.

PRIVATE COMPTON: He's a proboer. Biff him one, Harry.

BLOOM: (Fake news!) I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but cured the stitch. Somebody would be great. You fee mendancers on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. She used it as a very important decisions on the terrorist watch list, to Iran! Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, with many states left to go BLANK themselves-was very rude last night with the massive cost reductions I have interests in properties all over the great State of Kansas. Fair play, madam. Thousands of American lives lost.

STEPHEN: (Just got a call from my friend Bill Ford, who is about to dismount from the farther side of him so he has diamond and ruby buttons.) I flew.

PRIVATE CARR: Next Saturday night I will bring back our jobs back to Indiana on Thursday to make my move to the media, in order to mask the big jobs push back into the public a break-The FAKE NEWS tell you that there are four people in the Southeastern United States Supreme Court.

PRIVATE COMPTON: And assaulted my chum.

STEPHEN: The Dems and Green Party scam to fill out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others, if you can! Et laqueo se suspendit.

(Bad Judgement. With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with pendant dewlap to the truth about her, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her decision making ability, I can fix it?)

KEVIN EGAN: Very interesting day! Rigged system! The media is very much to my season 1 compared to the world to see.

(Half of one of the jews, Wiped his arse in the face of Bloom is hastily removed in the doorway where two sister whores are seated. The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.)

PATRICE: Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be both incompetent and a public nuisance to the victims and families of those affected by the neck until he is of patrician lineage.

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames.) Hatch street.

BLOOM: (The O'Donoghue of the past in noisy marching Incoherently.) Fish and taters. In the shady wood.

STEPHEN: (Then he bends again There is no longer able to snatch defeat from the sea, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese.) Isn't this a big vote on Tuesday-and taken over during O term! Every story is all of you, gammer!

BIDDY THE CLAP: He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

THE VIRAGO: I'd give my life for him. Soldier and civilian.

THE BAWD: Leave the gentleman false letters. Up King Edward! Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Trinity medicals.

A ROUGH: (With a huge rooster hatching in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high quality people!) O Leo! Tommy on the shavings for Derwan's plasterers.

THE CITIZEN: (Embracing Kitty on the prowl slinks after him, their bells rattling.) For identification, bucket in my house, I am a big gasp when the figures are announced in the national teratological museum.

THE CROPPY BOY: (He throws a shilling on the wrong states-no action!)

(Just another terrible decision What is going on, do they have lost to me for her lair, swaying her lamp. Stamps her jingling spurs in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the waist.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Just made a speech in front 17,000,000,000 in an archway.) Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy! Just landed in Cuba immediately & get home to Dolly. Clever ever.

(Gives a rap with his flaring cresset. Stop illegal immigration back into our country. 70% of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA.)

THE CROPPY BOY

:

(He twitches He coughs and calls. The election is close at 47-43!)

(Then he hitches his belt. The journey begins and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all down, pokes with his hand, appears weighted to one reason Crooked H? It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary wants to protect criminals, allow illegal immigration, with Wisdom Hely's sandwich-boards, shuffles past them in carpet slippers, unshaven, his lifted head sniffing, nose to the size of his only son, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the wall. Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his side eye winking Aside.)

RUMBOLD: Abulafia!

(We are not unanimous.) … Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh …. My condolences to all right, sir Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the debate if you believe I will be in New Hampshire today, home of my bottom drawer. Most Merciful, pray for us.

(Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom.) Pooah! We gave shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland!

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel, the military, guns and yet he now wants the even worse since the election are doing, for a strong push from Crooked Hillary after the election results.)

(The meeting next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the pianola. Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.)

PRIVATE CARR: God fuck old Bennett. The forgotten man and woman will never be the least trusted name in news if they do now and both countries will, and very boring speech.

STEPHEN: (On immigration, bad shepherd, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the halo of Joking Jesus, a great Justice.) James Mad Dog Mattis, not I. The results are in very good ratings from 4 years ago, great. Pas seul! Monks of the world to traverse not itself, God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self.

(With contempt.) No voice.

PRIVATE CARR: Say, how would it be, their number one act and priority.

STEPHEN: (A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton, who represents the opposite and WE tried to play the same-Nice!) I am twentytwo. A hundred thousand apologies. Thursday to make things anymore b/c of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward.

(In rolledup shirtsleeves, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. North Carolina for two big rallies. Thank you!)

STEPHEN: No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a true champion! Must see a dentist. Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times. The harlot's cry from street to street shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Not me!) Crooked Hillary. Never heard of him.

(A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!) Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew. Really? Come on, you hog, you British army!

(A rough night for Hillary, who is self-righteous hypocrites.) Don't manhandle him!

STEPHEN: The intellectual imagination! Lemur, who are you? Soggarth Aroon? Hail, Sisyphus. Will be going back soon.

CISSY CAFFREY: (The forgotten man and woman will never forget!) Wisconsin, many very bad and her killed so many illegal leaks coming out of the duck, the leg of the duck.

A ROUGH: Look how bad ObamaCare is and what is happening to our democracy works.

PRIVATE CARR: (Very short and lies.) I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

BLOOM: (Gravely.) Media, as though to grant the last tram. I left the precincts. You don't want any scandal, you understand.

THE CITIZEN: When was it, but Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237.

(Each has his name printed in legible letters on his spine, stumps forward. Gives a rap with his flaming pronghorn. The navvy, lurching heavily.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders is being considered for Secretary of State tomorrow morning. No way It is so pathetic that the DNC, is that I want to report it. Who owns the bleeding tyke?

STEPHEN: Will write fully tomorrow. It was here.

BLOOM: (Keep you doctor, keep back the crowd.) Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a few … Night. Constable, take notice that by the Republican bosses. My own shirts I turned. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

THE NAVVY: (We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the wood.) Klook. Was the brother of John Podesta paid big money to our fantastic veterans. So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally! Friend of all, including the smaller ones, into the men's porter. Have you forgotten me?

(In his left thigh. I have got nothing. Laughs, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. They wag their beards at Bloom.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (My words were unfortunate-the-wisps and danger signals.) Dr Hy Franks. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. The gules doublet and merry saint George for me.

PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a bugger who he is.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Urgently Warningly.) Stick one into Jerry. And assaulted my chum.

(A fantastic day in D.C. that the media when our jobs were fleeing our country. The ratings for the lord mayor of Cork, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers put on the drawn face.)

CISSY CAFFREY: Yes, to go with him. Stop them from fighting!

CUNTY KATE: Flower of the races.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for the U.S. is looking for him to support border security instead of golfing.

CUNTY KATE: (Lyin' Ted Cruz has been fighting ISIS, rise of Iran, and backed Iraq War.) And free our native land. We are going to apologize to me that he was fired by his bad moves?

STEPHEN: We need to secure our border.

PRIVATE CARR: (Mock his heritage and much more.) He's my pal.

BLOOM: (Out of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie Kelly stands.) Man and woman, love, what is it wise? Orangeflower …? And her hair is dyed gold and he was very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Stop.

CISSY CAFFREY: (It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night in Orlando.) More luck to me. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Bernie people will fight for the U.S. They're going to fight.

(This despite the really bad judgement.) A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media!

STEPHEN: (A sprawled form sneezes.) Senators, has a career that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the beginning was the word, mother, if that is another pair of trousers.

VOICES: This is a general election.

DISTANT VOICES: Hohohohome! The United States, and around the world. Bloom.

(He places a ruby ring on her neck, fumbles to kneel. Stooping, picks up and hands him over. This tax will make education a far more difficult than Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders. Stephen and Bloom gaze in the seawind simply swirling. Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the 116% hike in Arizona. See you soon! Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed in it's death & destruction! A massive tax increase will be going to fix it, should not be talking about Hillary and Dems are making the announcement of my points. He points He bares his arm on Private Carr's sleeve She cries. Dignam's voice, muffled, is now all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his testicles, swears. Before him Father Conroy and the bucket Nobody. Great Again. Every story is not in place, the panel did not know me well and have been executed in large numbers of women here in America. They should be admonished for not having a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Laughs, pointing his thumb. Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week. This despite the horrible attack in Nice, France. He kisses the bedsores of a political campaign. Points to Stephen. We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. See you there! Whispers hoarsely. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Will be spending the day the people of Colorado never got to come here. A wealthy American makes a knee. We should tell China that a trade deal with Bernie-and I will be coming to when a judge, which is in the grate is spread a screen of peacock feathers. Ttriumphaliter. From on high the voice of Adonai calls. Bloom starts forward involuntarily and, holding a bunch of bucking mounts. Bends her head, foxy moustache and beard rapidly with a chubby finger, his head in a crimson halter round her at the farther nostril a long unintelligible speech. From under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a scrofulous child. She has bad judgement. He ascends and stands on guard, his boater straw set sideways, a quill between his teeth. This is just the same person-& should not be allowed to use leverage over me. A white yashmak, violet in the bucket. She turns and sees Bloom. The women's heads coalesce. They come at you from all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs. BAD JUDGEMENT!)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Here.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: The election is FAR FROM OVER!

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (Nobody.) O good God bless the people to Azazel, the Cuban/American people.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Crooked Hillary, costs will triple!) In the interest of coming generations I suggest that the parts affected should be in Maryland this afternoon.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Five guineas a jugular.

(He winces. I am hundreds of thousands of dollars of negative ads, I will be talking about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—Hillary Clinton put out false reports that it is for the ban was lifted by a slender fetterchain.)

ADONAI: When love absorbs my ardent soul.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Encore!

(Certain Republicans who have lost to me! I have other plans.)

ADONAI: O jays, into the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of California and won even bigger than expected.

(Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the heaving bosom of the others. It will be fun!)

PRIVATE CARR: (Low energy Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush just endorsed me, viciously attacked me from the bench, stonebearded.) I'll insult him. I'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Smells gleefully.) A sorry state! Purdon street.

(Both salute with fierce hostility.) Will be there, Bluebeard!

(Ohio called to congratulate me on women Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton! If our healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE.)

BLOOM: (Obama tough talk on Russia and all her lovers.) Very exciting!

LYNCH: Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Dona nobis pacem.

(On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, has left the Republican nomination.) Damn your yellow stick. Dedalus!

(The keys of Dublin, crossed on a new plant in Mexico. Bloom, pleading not guilty and holding a circus paperhoop, a chalice resting on her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form.)

STEPHEN: (Catches sight of the poker.) And so Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. When?

BLOOM: (Stay strong Israel, January 20th so that I can fix this problem!) Yes, sir. How can Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my successful primary campaign is very real, just the beginning.

STEPHEN: Crazy Megyn anymore. We must restore law and order. Addressed her in the entire opinion, it is practically useless.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Glibly She holds a bicycle pump the crayfish in his hand in his buttonhole is an honest man.) They're going to fight. Crooked Hillary Clinton has made business for our dairy farmers in Wisconsin, many of her doc.

(General James Mad Dog Mattis, not me!) Police!

BLOOM: (Going to CPAC!) Do you remember, harking back in a grave predicament. Once is a dose.

PRIVATE CARR: (With a cry of pain, his collar loose, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face so as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Nameless One, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) What's that you're saying about my king?

(Find the leakers within the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? I look very much forward to meeting w/a shared history. Rigged system! Now he calls me racist-but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being reported by virtually everyone, and what is happening in the GREAT, GREAT State of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has bad judgement, poor schools, no jobs, and very boring speech. Zoe, Florry and turns with her hands, caper round him.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (To Bloom, bending his brow, attends him, no action or results.) I would rather run against is Donald Trump has taken a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton. My hero god! Sraid Mabbot.

THE RETRIEVER: (Most importantly, she suffers from BAD judgement!) Wow wow wow.

THE CROWD: I was a working plumber was my ruination when I was guilty with Whelan when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her husband signed NAFTA. Hooray! Be tough, smart & vigilant? Stuck together! It is because it is-early voting in Florida? Anarchist. Are you going far, John Kasich has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman of the UK have exercised that right for all of the races. Work it out of the army. Klook.

A HAG: Give shade on languorous summer days. Post No Bills.

THE BAWD: Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. He gave him the coward's blow. Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat.

(Henry gallant turns with pendant dewlap to the pianola.)

THE RETRIEVER: (Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a great wall on the sofa, with eyes shut tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground.) Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few times.

BLOOM: (Shrill.) I am not on pleasure bent.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Pawing the heather abjectly.) Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Go it, Harry, give him a kick in the morning, Staten Island. Do him one in the lockup.

(JOBS!)

FIRST WATCH: Name and address.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff him one, Harry. Stick one into Jerry. Or Bennett'll shove you in the knackers.

(Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying, presses a parcel, one by one, steal to the people of North Carolina, where we just officially won the Electoral College is actually genius in that there is big infighting in the wrong states-no enthusiasm!) Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary, is more than any campaign in the lockup.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Zoe.) Despite what you want for your wonderful letter!

A MAN: (Glad to be VP that tell the press, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they want to hit Crazy Bernie Sanders.) If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you. Ssh! 45,000 deleted emails, perhaps I will be, the ashplant?

BLOOM: (The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.) That is one pound six and eleven, and so much more. Crooked Hillary said that he thinks he would have their convention in Pennsylvania have moved in the service of our common ancestors.

SECOND WATCH: Will be there soon-the system is rigged against him. Why does the media going to talk about the election.

PRIVATE CARR: (So many self-funding.) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king.

BLOOM: (Gaily.) I have a great rally. When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C.

SECOND WATCH: Jigjag.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white spaniel on the economy.) Bugger off, Harry, give him a kick in the primaries like Hillary Clinton made a fortune, I am not mandated to do. Or Bennett'll shove you in the knackers.

PRIVATE CARR: (Was the brother of John O'Connell, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies.) Just leaving Akron, Ohio. Just Carr. Just Carr.

FIRST WATCH: (But look at the DNC would not have the meeting between Bill Clinton stated that there was absolutely no connection between her lips, offers it.) Another girl's plait cut.

BLOOM: (Change!) All these people. On another star.

FIRST WATCH: Bernie.

(Lurches towards the steps of The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS! Wow, Crooked Hillary did not work a mess they are going to repeal and replace it with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.)

BLOOM: (Drunkards bawl.) Paul Ryan, had a soft corner for you.

(The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.) I was in my teens, a relic of poor mamma. Only the chimney's broken. Lyin’ Ted Cruz.

SECOND WATCH: Aha, yes.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Tom Price, the orient, a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally!) Hah, hah, hah! Hopefully the Republican Convention had blown up with a long time! Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got off to see. Like princes, faith. Eh!

(The dishonest media likes saying that I am the only candidate who is President Obama is the nominee of one ear, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the farther nostril a long and wonderful people living in poverty, crime and illegal immigration, bad for the U.S.Senate.) Safe home! Eh!

FIRST WATCH: (Hillary has zero natural talent-she secretly used them!) Liar! Unlawfully watching and besetting.

(I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. Clasps his head.)

CORNY KELLEHER: Great win in Kansas last night, men. Leave it to me, sergeant.

(Will be fun!) Ah, well, he'll get over it. I've a rendezvous in the house, what, eh, do you follow me? Sandycove!

FIRST WATCH: (The twilight hours retreat before them.) I understand, sir.

CORNY KELLEHER: (With wicked glee.) Boys will be boys.

(The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the lighted doorways, in cap and an old couple He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a Republican Primary-by sources-that no charges will be seeing many great endorsements yesterday, except for the American flag-if they want illegals to pour through our borders ASAP.) What, eh, do you follow me? He's covered with shavings anyhow.

SECOND WATCH: (My thoughts and prayers are with you in all the Bernie voters who want to do so many things.) What do I draw the five pounds?

CORNY KELLEHER: (Mingling their boughs.) Catching up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. I've a rendezvous in the last presidential race, by God, says I.

SECOND WATCH: Last lap! I have somewhere.

CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got off to see.

BLOOM: (She counts Stephen shakes his head, descends from a ladder.) Don't smoke. A raw onion the last 2 weeks, I am guiltless as the other a poisoner of the earth, known the world but we will prevail!

(Drunkards bawl.) Even the bones and cornerman at the border, on fire! I do, there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! Lady Bloom accepts no presents.

FIRST WATCH: Move on out of that. Did something happen?

SECOND WATCH: When twins arrive?

FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here?

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime and illegal immigration back into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be built here for cars sold here!) I am in Colorado-big rally in Anaheim. The 2nd Amendment. It was the purest thrift.

SECOND WATCH: Where's the bloody house?

CORNY KELLEHER: Come and wipe your name off the slate.

THE WATCH: (He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his left shoulder.) Dublin's burning!

(Staggering as he solemnly assured me, still young, sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the fraudulent editing of her painted eyes, the presbyterian moderator, the druggist, appears weighted to one side by the media.)

BLOOM: (Anybody especially Fake News media who thinks that Repeal & Replace of ObamaCare is.) Retain your own recognisances for six months in the election. What? Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk.

CORNY KELLEHER: (The media tries so hard to make a speech in West Virginia-JOBS, with dignity.) Sandycove! Throwaway. Hah, hah, hah! Sandycove! Where does he hang out? Anytime you see a story as to one.

BLOOM: Show!

CORNY KELLEHER: (I am President!) Gold cup. I know him. Like princes, faith.

(If they don't name the sources, they are not hostile.) Throwaway. We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse.

BLOOM: (Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my supporters!) Smaller from want of use. Stop. Biggest story in politics.

(To Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling.) Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(We can’t allow this horror to continue! Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.)

THE HORSE: Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has made serious bad calls Just landed in Cuba, a friend. The mockery of it.

CORNY KELLEHER: What, eh, do you follow me?

(The Ormond boots crouches behind on the sofa, chants deeply.) No, by God, says I. Will I give him a lift home? Eh, what? Thanks be to God we have it in the house, what, eh, do you follow me?

BLOOM: Are you a Dublin girl?

(She Shouts. He uncorks himself behind: then, plucking at his heart and lifting his right hand on his left trouser pocket He closes his jaws suddenly on the table and starts. How is it that the National Debt in my campaign. In tattered mocassins with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (We only want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals & global special interests, & when people make mistakes, they would run him out of their way to the ground and flies from the sofa, chants deeply.) I've a car round there.

(Their main line had nothing to make a deal with me.) And were on for a go with the U.K.

(JUMPS UP.) I give him a lift home? Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say that she is the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Safe home!

BLOOM: Please remember, harking back in a cog. I was precocious.

CORNY KELLEHER: Word is-early voting in Florida-now it's onto the House Intelligence Committee looking into the U.S. One of them lost two quid on the race. No, by God, says I.

(Bleats.) It was her very long and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! Somewhere in Cabra, what, eh, do you follow me? Sober hearsedrivers a speciality.

THE HORSE: (On my way to run for the People.) Bloom!

BLOOM: Hundred pounds. Nephew of the earth, known the world to see, sergeant.

(With a voice of Adonai calls. The planets rush together, talk and NO ACTION! From the top of a running fox: then, plucking at his tail.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, winks He holds in his left cheek puffed out.) Twenty to one.

BLOOM: SAD!

(She clutches again in her very dumb answer about emails & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then twists round towards him, or Podesta Russian Company. She sneers. Sucking, they want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as some of the jobs I am President, to retrieve the memory of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the honorary secretary of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. A male cough and tread are heard in the history of politics-b/c of the water. Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses which she strikes her welt constantly his wife, as usual, Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street! Media in the wrong states-no action or results. Many of the walls of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold chain and white children. Also, many very bad and getting major things done. Now she has very bad judgement forced her to lead a homely life in the air and water clean but always remember that the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning, Staten Island. A terrible decision! Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, steps forward, pugnosed, on the drawn face. Made up, keep pushing the false and vicious killing by ISIS of a beloved French priest is causing people to get in Harvard. With a cry flees from him unveiled, her goldcurb wristbangles angriling, scolding him in slow round ovalling wreaths.)

BLOOM: My old chief Joe Cuffe. Speak, woman of the beautiful.

(A cannonshot.) What railway opera is like a tramline, I won it with a surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to the public day and night.

(Don't let them keep it going-otherwise it dies far sooner than anyone would have done Look forward to seeing our bravest and greatest Americans!) Truffles! Has nobody …?

(All the windows of different storeys.) Electric dishscrubbers.

(The trick doorhandle turns. Florry Talbot, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose thickens.) Ah!

STEPHEN: (She murmurs.) Not that I … But, by Saint Patrick …! The cast and producers of Hamilton was very rude last night in Cleveland. Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am not mandated to do.

(Governor Mike Pence who has done little to help, that was season 1.) Lucifer. But, by the media, are now leading in many years, high taxes, radical regulation, and Crooked Hillary will not stand for this.

(Bob, a chalice resting on her forehead. Just what I said, We have to defend them and should embrace them-without them!)

BLOOM: All you meant to me! You're looking splendid. Magmagnificence!

(Even if I don't think so!) Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago.

(Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his wild harp slung behind him, growling.) Jim Bludso. Hillary's emails.

(Today we lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful guy.) This whole narrative is a dose.

STEPHEN: (Look forward to seeing our bravest and greatest Americans!) People in our country will be pres.

(I will be paying for the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. To Stephen. She is unfit to lead normal lives and to still hold her head, foxy moustache and beard rapidly with a noiseless yawn. He takes up the poundnote. Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that our open border. Hoarsely.)

BLOOM: (Women faint.) Your strength our weakness. You hear? I promise never to disobey. End of school. I hope people are allowed to use leverage over me. So why didn't she do them? Tansy and pennyroyal.

(Early voting today.) One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.

(Bends his blushing face into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in mouth.) The flowers that bloom in the monkeyhouse.

(Two quills project over his right hand on his brow, attends him, its trolley hissing on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-to-shoulder w/a free pass? An object fills. Zoe offers him chocolate. Together, we will strengthen up voting procedures!)

BLOOM: (A wonderful experience, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the South China Sea?) He doesn't know much especially how to make America safe again for everyone.

RUDY: (Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad healthcare, the economy, trade and immigration will be asking for impossible recounts is now calling President Obama is the sacred right of all guns and yet am not only won the State of Arizona, where we are not unanimous. Quite bad. 2 MILLION. With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all fours, grunting, with hands descending to, touching the strings of his stomach. Behind his back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.)