#anyways its the whole touch grass thing. like if nobody in real life would understand or care

[sniffanimal]

I now have a policy about not interacting with discourse if I wouldn't be able to explain it to my dear friend who owns a flip phone. if I try to explain it to her and she just replies with "that's dumb, why are people fighting about this?" then I know it's not worth arguing about online

[theveryworstthing]

Another patreon kelpie story.

Margie went in with the boxes and the packing tape once the police were done with the mess on the shore. The family would be flying out tomorrow, and she felt it was kinder to have everything already boxed up and ready for shipping before they got here. Less for them to worry about in their time of grief. Less time for strangers to wander the bloodstained grounds.

Such a shame. He had been so nice to her. It was refreshing having one of them treat her like like a person instead of a quirky prop for their ‘Life-Changing Scottish Adventure At The Kelpie’s Cottage’.

The young man hadn’t been the first to take interest in the kelpie. It was big local news for a while,as any unglamored fae openly walking round modern Scotland would be. Not that everyone didn’t believe there were fae still among them (there was strong evidence for it in the fates of the people who didn’t) but there were definitely less of them and they were usually not feebly nosing through bins at the park.

Usually.

She still remembered the day her father drove them all out to the edges of the fenced off area to get a look at the orphaned creature. It was sickly and small, all bones and pathetic whiffles from its oddly thin snout. Thick twitching tendrils sprouted from where it’s mane and tail should be. Its actual whip-like tail curled between its legs in a terrified spiral. It was Wrong. Not wrong like a fae is naturally wrong, but wrong like a hermit crab pulled out of it’s shell with a pair of pliers and held under a magnifying glass. She knew what a kelpie was supposed to look like. Her grandma had yellowed polaroids of beautiful horses hiding their hooves in tall grass and pacing the lake shore near her childhood village.  Their manes were so long that they trailed the ground like curling veils braided with delicate strands of seaweed, and their fur was so black that the sunlight gave them an iridescent sheen.

They looked like the sort of creatures that could entice a person into a watery grave.

The gangly young creature by the river sneezed so hard it fell down and proceeded to lay there, whining.

She had asked her father about the obvious discrepancies in majestically tousled manes, but he could only guess that it had been either inbred from the remaining illusive kelpie stock or crossbred with something wandering in from stranger waters or a genetic throwback. Either way, something went pear shaped there. Or, thinking outside the box, that could just be how normal unglamored kelpie foals looked. Difficult to tell what’s normal with fae.  

They had watched for a while before her father took the cooler out of the trunk and handed them hunks of chicken meat to throw to the pathetic thing. You weren’t supposed to. The local government’s official stance on the kelpie was that nature should be allowed to take its course. It would never survive comfortably as it was (they assumed), so obviously not of our realm (they hoped), so trapped in its current form (they were pretty damn sure). Better to let it die peacefully.

More objection to this ruling had been expected at first, but since it seemed abandoned anyway and being brutally murdered by a kelpie is inconvenient at best, most people weren’t keen on the population getting any help. Margie’s family was out there though. Her grandmother had taught them all to never be rude to the fae, and watching one of their infants die in a dumpster certainly seemed in the realm of rudeness to her father. If any foolish mortals met an ironic magic-based death over this one, it wouldn’t be his kids.

The chicken meat stuck to the kelpie wherever it touched. It was like the translucent gray skin hid tiny grasping mouthes that latched onto the flesh and slowly sucked it into the hollows between delicate newborn ribs. Margie watched, fascinated, as the kelpie’s breathing evened. It lay still for a few more minutes before gathering the energy to rise to it’s feet and awkwardly shambling towards the river. It looked back at them once before sliding into the water trailing bits chicken carcass.

The land was under her father’s ownership within days of the town finding out. They fed it. Their problem.

Margie carefully packaged the laptop in another layer of bubble wrap (the police had taken the phone they fished out of the mud). It would be a shame to lose whatever data the young man had collected on his short stay. For the researchers that came here that always seemed to be the most important thing. People left the cottage with all sorts of missing bits but they always said that the stay was worth it for what they learned from observing a real, live, unglamored fae up close. She didn’t know if the dead felt the same way, but she was always careful to get their notes back home and there hadn’t been any (new) ghosts yet so she assumed she was doing something right.

She’d grown up watching the feeble monster toddle around the riverside, and took over upkeep of the cottage after dad started having back problems. The fae had never filled out into the enchanting stallion with my little pony hair of her childhood daydreams. Some of its angles had been smoothed down with regular feedings, its tendrils had bloomed into curling fronds, and its peach-fuzz fur had grown in dark, but it still looked…like that. It had never learned to use glamor either from what they could tell. Sometimes they’d see a little flicker of change, a slight shift in eye shape, a pinky momentarily sticking out of a hoof, or a wave of black iridescent fur that rippled down it’s body and disappeared in a shudder. It was even worse when it really went for it. She saw it once, tucked away in the river reeds when she was twelve. It sat on the ground staring straight ahead while it’s skull shifted from something almost horse to something almost human. The bones clicked as they rearranged and she couldn’t help but liken it to someone patiently turning the keys in a car that refused to start. The engine sputters, and for a moment a little of a waifish boy seems to congeal out of the beast. Its form reverts on the next breath, and it flopped to its side panting. Nothing more grand than that though. It could also talk a little, but only very rarely and only very softly and only for very important things. It coughed a lot afterwords, like the effort hurt it’s throat.

When the researchers came asking if they could stay in the cottage and observe it, her father agreed (after getting a lawyer friend to whip up some release forms). The family needed the money and what ill could come of knowing more about the amphibious monster horse you are raising on your property.

The answer was some ill. But not enough ill to stop people from coming.

Watching over the kelpie was about the same as watching over any large, dangerous, intelligent, predatory animal that humans are compelled to treat like a domesticated house pet. Beyond feedings, passing comments, and polite inquires about its health, Margie’s family didn’t really bother the kelpie unless it got their attention. It wasn’t eating the townsfolk (at least nobody anybody liked) and it seemed to have it’s own hobbies evidenced by the intricate stick configurations and stashes of waterlogged found items lining the riverside. They’d grown up neighbors to the fae and knew that minding your business was a very underrated survival tactic. Other people…  

It was easy enough to walk the newcomers through proper distance during feeding time but harder to keep them from getting too emotionally close to keep hold of common sense. The kelpie was a fae after all. While it didn’t seem to have the classic fae thrall, it had an alien beauty and a strange scrappy charm about it. It was an orphan, one of the last of its kind, who must navigate a realm not it’s own, deformed without the natural powers its kind wield with ease, who struggles to communicate with those around them because people fear it. That’s empathy gold. In fact, most of Margie’s job consisted of long stretches of house repair and internet surfing boredom (she’d joined a forum for people living on cursed or haunted properties that was surprisingly lively and sociable),  punctuated by short bursts of panicked running toward the screams of a flailing person with one hand engulfed in horse (?) flesh. A person who usually thought they had completely earned the kelpie’s mercy through their newfound understanding of the fae world and wanted to give it a friendly pet away from her warning gaze. Surely it would accept them. They were so reverent after all. They honored the fae, and that’s why they came here. They, the chosen humans brave enough to part to veil and seek understanding with these amazing creatures. Who even cared for this beautifully broken specimen. Not like these scared yokels. Truly they were of one heart.

Margie saw how the kelpie watched those people. She doubted it felt the same way. She doubted they ever really asked it.

She turned up her music and tried not to think about the young man, pretending she was used to how awful all this was. She needed to have a talk with her dad about this whole situation.

She didn’t hear the door creak open until it was too late.

The kelpie stood on three legs in the open doorway, the fourth leg held up in front of it with trembling effort. She stared at it as the hoof tried to violently untwist itself from the shape of a human hand. It stared at her as it forced it’s twitching fingers to grasp the key in the door and work it free. When it finally managed the task, it shuffled over and dropped the keys in her lap.

The room smelled like blood.

Margie slowly picked up the spare cottage keys and watched the spasming hand unravel in relief.

“He. Dropped…them.” The kelpie muttered. “Can’t let things….in……dangerous things. Outside.”

Margie sat still. It was so close to her. She couldn’t run. Holy shit she was actually afraid of it. She’d have to reach underneath it for her iron knife. Holy shit she’d never really processed how afraid of it she’s been. Ever since that first time she had to hack a stranger’s finger off to free them. What if she slipped and ran face first into it? She imagined the flesh peeled off her cheeks by the tiny mouths hiding under the kelpie’s skin and tried not to hyperventilate.

“Thank you,” she said instead, her voice adrenaline calm.

The creature nodded and leaned closer until she could feel one of its tendrils brush her arm. It was like moist velvet, and it stuck to her skin briefly before moving away. The key began to cut into her hand as she gripped it tighter.

“Sorry abouthim. You. Liked……but he found…let it-” the kelpie turned its head as a series of short sharp coughs tore through it’s chest. It looked exhausted.

“Lock. Door.”

Margie nodded.

The kelpie turned around and left the way it came, Margie as close behind as fear would allow. She watched it slink towards the dark overgrowth of the river until it was far beyond the police tape and out of sight.

She managed not to collapse until everything was closed and locked.  

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #192

“i’d love to give you wings, but babe, you’ve got to grow them.”

Where have you lived throughout your life? The same general area in North Carolina. Do you find your job rewarding? N/A What kind of cake did you have for your last birthday? I'm sure it was red velvet. To you, which is better: English muffins or bagels? I enjoy both, but bagels. Do you paint your nails? No. What’s the last website you signed up for? Good question... maybe a feral dog RP forum I was considering making a character on? Do you check your email everyday? I'm getting into the habit. Have you created any pages on Facebook? Yeah. Is there a subject that you absolutely suck at? Social studies/history, math. What’s your favorite song by Dave Matthews Band? I have no idea who that is. Are there people you have absolutely nothing in common with, but still enjoy talking to? Maybe? Have you ever wandered around drunk with your friend? No. Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed? Nooo, not at all. Have you ever been so unfortunate to suffer from a hangover? No. Have you ever had a panic attack? Plenty. Are you deathly allergic to anything? No. Have you ever had a mouse in your house? Yeah. In our old one, anyway. Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have an ex? Not personally, I think. Is anyone you know really religious? Welcome to the South. Yes. Are your eyebrows naturally thick? I'd say they're average. Has speaking in front of people ever made you sick? No. I haven't spoken in front of an actual audience since my senior project, though. It was hard, but I think I did well. What was the last movie that made you teary-eyed? I'm not sure. Moana may have gotten me a bit teary? But if no, Coco absolutely did. Have you had two friends that absolutely hated each other? I think "hate" is a strong word for it. Has a laptop ever burned your legs? Yes. I legitimately had dark spots on my right leg for a long while. Do you know anyone who has a scar through their eyebrow? Juan. Who was the last person to flip you off? Idk, but I'm sure it was playfully. Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? Miiiine! And my friend Alyssa's. Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? Sure, in rare circumstances. Are you good at following directions? No. I have zer-O sense of direction. Do you have someone that you can just act a fool with and not care? Sara. From where you’re sitting, can you touch a wall? Yeah, behind me. When at a restaurant, do you put your napkin on your lap? Not unless I'm with my grandmother. She's extremely "proper" about things. Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners? Electric. Are your biceps at all noticeable? No. Have you ever seen a walrus? Are there any at SeaWorld? Otherwise, no. When it comes to dropping food, do you believe in the 10 second rule? HELL NO. I'm a germaphobe with that stuff. If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel? Sure? Do you believe that cellphones actually do cause cancer? I don't recall the science behind this theory, so idk. When people you know cry, does it make you feel like crying too? Oh yes, especially if it's someone I'm very close to. Particularly, I can't handle Mom, my sisters, or Sara crying. I've never seen Dad cry, but if he ever did, I know I would bawl. Do you tend to jump to conclusions? Was this written as a direct @me??????? Are you good at remembering your friends’ birthdays? NOPE. I only remember... Sara's, Connie's, Caleb's (just because it's on Halloween), Shaylee's, and that's literally it out of friends/acquaintances. Is there something you need to do, that you’re trying to avoid doing? Actually use WiiFit. I'm doing periodic exercises throughout the day, but I need to dedicate more and be able to see my center of balance. Ever pop someone else’s pimple? NONONONONO IT'S SO GROSS TO ME How long does it take you to fall asleep? No less than 15 minutes, I think usually more. Do you crack your neck often? I can't. Did you have a weird dream last night? OH MY GOD YES. I was awkwardly with one of my acquaintances at his house somehow????? and we both seemed very uncomfortable??????? and I think I was high or some shit???????????????? I don't even know this person well enough to like-like him?????????????? Who do you sometimes compare yourself to? My sisters and successful friends. Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things? Doing the right things. But I aim for both. In what way are you your own worst enemy? I criticize. The. Hell out of everything I do. What activities make you lose track of time? Video games. When you help someone do you ever think, “What’s in it for me?” Full offense, you're an absolute dick if you do that. Who do you tell your secrets to? Nobody really unless there's reason to, and only ever Sara, Mom, or my therapist. Who do you live with? Mom and the pets. When did/will you graduate? '14 for high school. Idk when I will for college, gotta get there first... When are you moving next? Probably when Sara and I are ready for our own place. When is the last time you took a vitamin? I have to twice a week now, so Thursday, because I have an incredible vitamin D deficiency, and that's probably what's causing my knee problems. Why are you stressed? The everlasting weight loss struggle. Do you need to return anyone’s phone call? No. Where do you keep your birth certificate? It's in a safe. How many books are in your room? Uhhh like three? Then one coloring book. Have you ever been IN a wedding? I was the immensely triggered and ugly bridesmaid at my older sister's. Weddings were a very sensitive thing to me at the time, so while I was so happy for Ashley, I had a very difficult time and cried numerous times. What was the last thing you laughed out loud at? I think during a Mark video? Do you have a nickname? Why? "Britt" for obvious reasons, and Mom's called me "Twinkie" since I was a baby. She gave all her children sweets-based nicknames. Fuck out my face if you think that ain't the cutest damn thing. Have you ever had a bad concert experience? No. When was the last time someone told you that you were beautiful/good-looking? Do people often tell you this? I think the last time was when Sara said I looked really pretty with eyeliner on and I just eeeeeeeeeek. I'm not often told it. Are you missing someone of the opposite sex atm? Not romantically. I'd like to see Girt as a bud; I'm gonna invite him to my birthday dinner to hang out. Hopefully he doesn't have work. Want someone back in your life? Yes. Are you currently sad about anything? Weight. Unbelievable difficulty getting my fucking transcript and inability to find my ACT score so I can go back to school. Are you wearing anything shiny? My lip ring has gems on it, and they shine a bit in the right light. How important is a sense of humor in a significant other? I need it. I don't think I could really enjoy a constantly serious person as a partner. How many followers do you have on Twitter? Idk, don't care to check. I only ever use it to be able to like Mark's shit lmao. Do you sleep with the door open or closed? Open so Roman can go in and out. Have you ever been to the beach? Multiple times. Can you handle blood? Doesn't bother me a bit. Do you pay your bills or do your parents? My parents. I have no source of income to. What’s your best friend’s middle name? Jane. Has any place hired you underage for a job? No. Have you ever barely passed a grade/year in school? In college courses when my mental state was at its worst. Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? No. Have you ever tried to sell something overpriced to someone? No, I don't think so. Do you plan to become very wealthy some day? "Very" is unlikely, but I am dead serious about being at least perfectly financially stable one day. I refuse to live how I have my whole life so far, wondering if rent will be paid each month 'n things like that. Do you remember your first time going to the movies? No. Does eating breakfast make you sick? No. Are you dying to say something to someone right this minute? No. Well, not dying to, but after this whole revelation I had, I really want to apologize to Jason. I wasn't without evil in how I responded to and treated him after the breakup. Book series you enjoyed reading recently? I haven't read a series in years. Do you enjoy lying in the grass during the summer, and just existing? Nooo. Summer sucks and lying in grass is super uncomfortable. Do you have a passport? If so, how many stamps do you have in it? No. Are there any keys on your keyboard that have letters fading away? Not fading, but literally gone from the keyboard because this one is horrible, even after being "fixed" or replaced (idr). No joke, 21 are gone. Sooo I have to smash those buttons for the sensor or whatever to understand I'm pressing them, to the point my fingers, especially right pointer, are mildly callused. Do any of your close friends have children? No close ones, but one I'm hoping to reconnect more with it expecting. What do you plan on having for dinner? Probably a sandwich and nutrition shake to get enough calories to take my medicine and get the intended effect. Do you like Chinese food, or do you find it disgusting? The only things I enjoy now are fried rice and eggrolls, but I used to like sweet and sour chicken and bird on a stick or whatever its proper name is. Have the police ever come knocking on your door looking for someone? Once. Know anybody who works in a tattoo parlor? We're not like, "real" friends, but I know a good number of and get along great with the employees at the parlor I'm a regular customer at. I want to work there so badly. Small, environment I feel at home at, great people. Have you ever played flashlight tag? Don't even know what that is. Could you call yourself a movie buff? Not at all. Have you ever had a piercing get infected? A second hole in one of my earlobes, and the first time I got my tongue done, there was an abscess inside that indicated one was likely to form. Thank God that the rollercoaster of The Tongue Piercing Woes has ended. Do you check your fire alarms when you’re supposed to? Mom does occasionally. Are you a shorts wearing kind of person? NOOOOO MY LEGS ARE NOT OKAY. Plus I chafe. Is your grandparents’ house obsessively tidy? Ohhhh I'm sure. I haven't been to her house since I was a kid, but I remember it being like, pristine. Her rooms at her son's is neat as hell too. About how much can you bench press? I have no clue. Have you ever had your phone die on you in the middle of a conversation? Yeah. Is anybody in your family a carpenter? Not to my knowledge. Are you avoiding someone? No. Do you call your boyfriend “Monkey”? I have a gf, and I have never in the least understood how that's a term of endearment. What’s your favorite primary color? Red. What were you for Halloween? Nothing, ugh. I haaave to dress up this year. Do you have any clothes from Walmart? Yeah. When did you get a Facebook? I have no clue. What color are your eyes? Grayish-greenish blue. What motivates you? How far I've already come, wanting a better future than I have now, encouragement from friends, family, my therapist, and psychiatrist, the drive to thoroughly enjoy my one mortal existence. Can you walk in heels? Not well. When was the last time someone asked you your age? Ummm, last time I got something done at the parlor, I think? Do you keep a journal? No. Have you ever tried a weird flavor of vodka? No. Do you wear a ring on your finger? One, my friendship ring with Sara. What are you doing? This, listening to Asking Alexandria's "Closer" NIN cover (no shame), and waiting for Girt to reply on Facebook. What’s the last kind of soup you ate? A bit of vegetable. Do you currently have a sunburn? No. Who did you last text? Mom. Who’d you last call? About what? My old college to find out why I couldn't get my fucking transcript after weeks upon weeks of being directed to different people about it. I regret going there immensely. Complete waste of time and money. Are you currently frustrated with someone? I'm really frustrated at myself. Do you drink water or soda more often? I'm actually not sure... Do you straighten your hair? No. When did you last talk to your brother or sister? One, not since Christmas, and the younger, a few days ago. All my half-siblings have been forever, and one I've never spoken to. What is your least favorite vegetable? Probably asparagus. Or beans. Outside of family, name 3 people that make you smile/laugh often. Sara, Mark, Shane Dawson. In school, what subjects did you achieve your highest grades in? English or art, idr. Was there a subject that you enjoyed, but weren’t too good at? No. When was the last time something didn’t go to plan? What happened? Being into what's called "vulture culture" now (at least to a certain degree), I searched for quite a while for the bones of the very first opossum I photographed (I have a photography "series" focused on exposing the horror of roadkill to hopefully influence people to be more careful and vigilant), but despite thorough searching, I couldn't find it. Gruesome, but Mom speculated the remains were destroyed by whoever mows the grass there. Do you have any children? If not, at what age do you think you’ll feel ready to be a parent? No, and never. When was the last time you bought a new item of clothing? Describe it. Uhhh. I seriously have no clue. Maybe some underwear months ago. Was your last Facebook friend request from a male or female? Idk who the last person was. Do you have an item of clothing that makes you feel especially beautiful? Describe it. No. Think of the last person that betrayed you. If they said they were sorry, would you forgive them? I can literally almost guarantee Colleen shared our whole goddamn conversation and shit on Facebook after our last talk, as she did the first time too. Too many times our business became everyone's. I'd forgive her, but I refuse to ever be friends again. Nastiest thing you've ever done? I hate talking about this, but okay. When I was deep into my suicidal depression phase, I had a hard time brushing my teeth as needed. Like... I wouldn't for days. I avoided brushing my hair as long as I could too. Anyone who doesn't believe in how deeply depression is capable of chaining you down and making vital things almost impossible, go get fucking educated. Have you ever been in a lighthouse? No. What color is your shower? White. Where do you order your pizza from? Ideally Domino's, but sometimes Little Caesar's. When is the last time you had a serious talk with someone? Yesterday. Do you find that you have a certain meal you eat every time you go to certain restaurants? Oh yes. I rarely try something new. What color is your bike? N/A What word can you not stand to hear people say? The “n” word. What room of your house are you in? My bedroom. What is the temperature in your city right now? Apparently 38 F. When did you last use a post-it-note? No idea. Would you ever want to own your own restaurant? No. Do you have a fan in your bedroom? I have three lmao. My room is unbearable in the summer. Who is the last person that you took a picture with? Sara. When is the last time you were stuck in a fairly long traffic jam? A couple months or so back when there was an accident. Do you have certain friends that you hug every time you see them? All my friends. When was your most recent trip to an aquarium? 2016 visit to the beach. We went to the aquarium there and it absolutely sucked. What do you like in your salads and what dressing do you prefer? Just lettuce (but I can also handle cucumbers) and the Olive Garden dressing. If it has one, do you ever use the notepad function in your phone? Occasionally. Rn I have tattoo ideas written in it. Surprised? How good would you say your memory is? Absolutely horrible, lately worse than ever. I worry about it quite a bit. About how many times during the night do you wake up from your sleep? Once or twice. Are there any air fresheners in your house? What kinds? Not currently on or anything. What’s one thing you’re glad you’ve done recently? Improved on picking up the phone when I don't know the number. Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? Well, I've talked about flirting with my friend's bf as a pre-teen, and it wasn't always innocent, if you count that as "sexual." I regret the hell out of it. Do you like to sit in the sun and tan when it’s hot out? NO. Ever had a person who was obsessed with you so much that it scared you? Yes, Tyler. I wasn't like, terrified, but preeeetty uncomfortable. Can you drive, and if you can, do you like it? I can, but I'm not that great, and I absolutely hate it. Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? Yes. Do you like french fries? Hell yeah. Have you ever eaten so much you puked? No. Do you care about what others think of your physical appearance? People whose opinions I care about. Would you rather go to Greece or France? Probably Greece.

[castlehead]

beauty seems to be really funny most of the time and i like dat.

this idea that sends pop definitions of beauty running for the hills makes for some

quality distance, if only one step back.

what if i had any idea who i was but could see into everybody else

phone home cheeky cosmic touch m8 gonna think this is too easy

yeah but not let’s feel this way without before examining ourselves

for anything fake about it first parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway

and then parting cuz that knows so much

that part of me knows so much abt what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin

i run naked thru the grass singing abt yesteryear

                        ...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.

SONG ONE : like the earth

1. Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors Reveal the schemes that we devised Back in the day, when ur hands were small And the WORLD splayed out colorfully Before our eyes

(chorus)

Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes

2. Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out But from the ether of my dreams I heard, from the scope of reality I heard you shout

(chorus)

3. The sun and the moon both live in a box And the box is a square made out of lead And the square lies motionless in ur head Like a body on the rocks

Watch the hour tuck away into an evening A day nestled in afternoon light From the beginning In ur mind that made all minds the same The twilight creeping across ur paper brain And I can only burn and burn and burn

And I can turn round like the EARTH And I can be a sphere like the EARTH And I can stitch up the nations With fear, like the EARTH

(chorus)

                        ...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.

SONG TEW : the rainbow

The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover And the dawn is a monster in my brain I'll take a picture before this song is over And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane

Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound

(chorus)

What Im saying isnt deep What Im stealing isnt cheap But I know that if i play it loud and long That this song in my head will instead Form a beat

Like a stranger in the rain Slowly driving me insane There's a fork in the road And I dont know whether Or when, all this shit will come together In the end

2. I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays

That life begins again, after it is over And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze

Ill take u thru the eye of the needle Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil And zap u like a lightning rod

(chorus)

3. Dont you know that the rainbow is the world? Dont you know that the news is already told? Im gettin too old to be unfurled Im seein the rainbow in my mind Im waking up for the daily grind Im singing useless things for useful people The rainbow is not evil, its kind Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble In a tin can? And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother Without a son? Dont u know that u can never be a man? And the rainbow drags across the empty land And the rainbow drags across the empty land

(chorus) (chorus)

                        ...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.

SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again

1. A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere You take yur trembling hands And grope for mine, like a bum for spare Change... You cant explain

This strange perdition that engulfs Yur position in the sane... And the trouble of the pulse That leads a broken synapse Up into my eccentric brain... Theres a clot in my neck And the ruins of time Keep me from being able to find A comfortable spot to rest

(chorus)

Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure To the elements still provides me with eyes To see bad karma writhing in my spleen And I wonder if ill dream While the whole WORLD is awake Will I be the manufactured figure, Will I be fake?

Or will I take these petty abstractions And roll them up into a ball And put them in my pocket Just to feel the reason stall In my throat... Is life a puzzle, or a joke?

2. The life you led one sunny afternoon Is the life you never led again... I can appreciate the reasons For why you did not blend Like a chameleon in the room But cant discern the seasons Of the moon

Yur whispers prosper, loud Like a passionate apostle And the lords are proud of ur Painting on the wall... That skritter of an evening gone Is enough to scatter colors When the sky finally falls, And the lords are like the brothers Of what lorded over them... Take these idols and shatter them... The racket in my brain is loud And does not end And does not end And does not end, even when the jig is up Cuz ive gotten fucked by time: Its an ending that promises To begin again

(chorus)

                        ...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless

SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston

1. Chauncey loved the flowers Chauncey loved the trees Chauncey smelled the wind And knew that he was free

Chauncey took a cab home Chauncey felt the air flow Thru the window He paid the driver extra Just for keeping him From being alone... Back, once again To the place that he had left Long ago

In fact, it had been years and years and years Since the man had seen walls Not fortified in concrete... In fact, it had been years and years and years Since this man had put to rest That lying cheat

(chorus)

Chauncey was a killer That was his disease Got off on manslaughter: Fingerprints on a pair keys Got him twelve years For offing someone's daughter Even tho she was eighty three Cuz no matter how old u are Everyone Is a daughter or son To someone

2. Now he's out, but he has his fears... Maybe people will not like him For his past It is unclear Even after all the facts Had been presented... Whether Jenny Preston Was murdered, or just had a bad fall Onto a bed of broken glass They found her in the hall At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass

(chorus)

Chauncey was a man of few words But in the end he was unheard His eyes were petrified In delirium His arms shook As he held the gun He took aim On the good book Instead of his brains just to prove a point His neck is craned His eyes like coins That shine their milky matter On the barrel of a luger

(Chorus)

                        ...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.

SONG FYVE: my summer home

1. This is food for thought Write it down in chalk: The chimney puffs From the fire in the fireplace And erupts in a black plume And with luck The old man Balances a spoon On his nose He sits inside a room As the room grows Smoking from a pipe While its raining outside And the light Is waning, slowly waning, outside

My fingers and my toes Are numb to the bone And I will have my wish To swim with all the fish In the sea of my mind In time ill find A little spot in the country Somewhere peaceful and secluded Ill save up all my money And hope im not deluded And hope that I can find a place Thats nice, a lush spot For a good price

(Chorus) Do you feel that I feel you? Do you feel that you feel me? The time is right to live again To let the atoms wiggle In our spherical galaxy That seems to have no real end But the one that we assume Is reality, and soon We'll eat up all the doom

2. Concentrate upon a single understanding Dont let the sisters on the throne Rage in the dome And find out that this trip Needs more planning to exist

The sky is silver and the universe is green Ill show you things in this world That you have never seen Things that have been waiting So long to be unfurled Things for boys and things for girls Without an explanation Ill bring the nation together And hold it by a tether Show you things for boys And things for girls

(Chorus)

                        ...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends

SONG SIX : notion

#1 im in the middle of this phrase Stuck between the lines Bless these simple chains I'll see what I can find In my simple mind To lead to some way out The drip, drip drip of water From the trippy rusty spout Keeps me awake I'll explain that to ur daughter The world is fake The world is miles away:

Chorus: Put a notion on the river And see it travel downsteam Suspended on liquid creature dreams I sweated thru the fever And, between the middle of this phrase Passed all my days in solitude And grew weaker, as the days Passed on in solitude

You can call me daft You can say im frozen In technicolor time That im stranded on an island In the middle of the ocean But I dont have the spine To wiggle thru the shaft And give you back This simple notion

#2 I gots a paper boat Lofting on the water It travels down ur purple throat And dissolves in the water

I set a fire just to see if it could think And I questioned the venom Just to see if it could blink Nonsense on the edge Of the bullshit day Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay And drive the screws on down And drive the screws on down

I thought of you, thought of you And I felt like a clown

(chorus)

#3 I crawl out, I crawl out I crawl out of bed I walk down the hall To turn the notion into thread And whisper rumors to the dead Sometimes I try to talk And my voice drops Sometimes the vague paralysis Defies analysis And you are left sitting on a chair In a yellow room That is a technicolor tomb Without a door, confined and spare, I crawl, I crawl I crawl out of bed And walk down the hall And fall and fall and fall Into the creation of sound Until I hit the ground And everything is mother night And the imperfections in yur eye Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight

(chorus) (chorus)

                         ...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die

SONG SEVEN : collected and connected

You're a sharp one You're a dumb one You got nobody But the people in yur head

And everybody is connected But you aint connected to them Yur a ghost, on the interim While the fringes die out You live them out To the last splinter Until it is winter And the trees are all white with snow And the blue wind blows

Yu spend twenty minutes Feeling for the lightswitch In a room made out of figments That you shovel into a ditch And bury, along with all yur Dangerous ambitions And as you drive away, you feel The religion Of yur memories corrupt u And yu reel

CHORUS. Cuz everyones connected Everyones collected Into the same intangible organism That lives life in the schism Of ur teeth I watch ur lips move And cannot hear u speak I pick up on the clues and watch the pressure leak Until all of it is used And nothing much is left To be abused

Everyones connected by a string That trembles across the space Of every living thing The fractions of my face illuminate in the light I shake when i sing I am a yellow kite Mangled in a tree Forgotten by the breeze I am a thing, wafting in the breeze But I have begun again, my friend, Just by following the string Follow, follow the string

#2 Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles I opened my eyes to the lost ways And came upon a shallow swale The brush and branches tangled And the rays of the sun, barely Coming thru the jail Of the scary fray

Dont you think that yur fellow men Would like to lend a hand? And dont you think That this desert you have crossed Only gets u more lost Until u arrive at the brink Of the sahara, and find A single, solitary house Where a mumbling old man Is confined

(CHORUS) (CHORUS)

i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.

rejection is a rare and beautiful flower my time is spent tending it my life wants it to be a gift i water the flower it sits next to my bed it is next to a lamp littered under the lamp are dead ladybugs ladybugs are all over my house but if i am not meant i am not meant and i cast my line of poetry here trying to figure out if it was meant to be there wonder exactly why what is innumerable can be rare and think of lots of things

[nothingneverforever]

Remember Me (2010)

Hmm

It would be accurate to say that I hated this almost wholeheartedly until the last and extremely rushed act when there was some actual, on-screen emotion that didn’t leave implied connections to be made by the viewer, but then this emotion was still very thin anyway and hinged totally on the viewer’s own associative understanding of the 9/11 attacks and less so on loss in general, so perhaps it is better to simply say that I hated this, period.

I remember avoiding this back when it was first released (on DVD at least, I didn’t go to the cinemas for anything besides crap back in 2010. Not that this film isn’t crap….cos it is) for some reason, I think maybe it was rated M18 or something and strangely for an early teen I did usually dutifully avoid such rated films because I didn’t (and still don’t) like explicit scariness or sexualness in any form. And then later on when I had lost interest in the genre (drama/romance?) but gained interest in Robert Pattinson, I still avoided this because it looked dumb. Anyway, we’ve made it here today and I sit eating my nice lentil dinner having just finished the film. So let’s go !

Okay firstly… I am not surprised at all at its 27% rotten tomatoes rating lol

Maybe it’s personal to me, but I really hate playfighting couples. I talked about it <<here>> briefly, exactly 2 years ago in my Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) review:

This scene, of Clementine and Joel play-fighting got me rather angry. I hate hate hate it when couples, people, do dangerous shit for fun.

^Lmao, rather angry wtf? The writing sucks lol hate it…… But this still stands; in Remember Me the playfighting is not ‘dangerous’ as it was in Eternal Sunshine, but equally successful in making me rather angry in its annoying grossness. Is it unfair for me to find it childish?! Like the fuck??? Where’s the fun in getting each other wet and forcing each other into submission in the shower?! And as complained about to Jade, self-aware, intertextual, referential, whatever the term for it is, scenes, dialogues, films, are as annoying as ones done in earnest.

Okay this playfighting scene was a one off, but it is absolutely extrapolate-able and gives insight to why Ally’s character was so phony and wobbly. Ally ultimately stands for nothing, all her quirks don’t create a whole, and as a result we can anticipate nothing from her nor can we actually feel for her at all. That I have dessert before the main scene was shockingly out of place because its manic pixie dream girl brazenness and eccentricity don’t present itself anywhere else. Full transcript of her dumbass dialogue (re: why she has dessert before the main. Substituting their names with Girl/Guy cos that’s literally all they are, their chemistry is so absent and their connection so fucking blah that they are any and every guy/girl ever):

GIRL: I just don't see the point in waiting. What if l die eating my vindaloo?

GUY: Is that probable?

GIRL: It's possible. Embolism bursts, asteroid hits the restaurant. I'd die without having eaten the one thing l wanted most.

GUY: l mean, the odds are...

GIRL: Tell you what. Guarantee me, swear to me on your eternal soul that l make it through my entre, and I'll wait. Before you answer, if l die, you're gonna have to live the rest of your life knowing not only did you lie to me, but you denied me of my one last indulgence. My last wish. Are you prepared to shoulder that kind of responsibility to prove a point?

If you feel like that second bit (swear to me on your eternal soul etc etc ad nauseam) went on for far longer than its logical reach, you’re right, and you’re lucky you didn’t have to sit through it. “Are you prepared to shoulder that kind of responsibility to prove a point?” - eh, i don’t remember anyone but you having a dumbass point you were desperate to prove, unprovoked?? I don’t know, I don’t think this is specific to the film’s storytelling or scriptwriting, I just generally am averse to such people in real life (same with the playfighting issue I guess). Like Jade said when I complained about this scene to her, it reminded of her Zoe Kazan’s character in What If? (2013) which we barely emerged from alive. Fuck that film lol seriously. Sorry I made yall sit through it… But Daniel Rafcliffe is so nice :’( Okay but how should I best describe these increasingly commonplace female characters? Manic pixie dream girl doesn’t suffice anymore (lmao I googled MPDG just so I could get ideas of other prototypes and wiki lists Belle from the 1991 Beauty and the Beast as one?!), and I feel that they do belong to a specific type. Just reading the dialogue above, don’t a handful of other annoyingass “””not like other girls””” girls from film come to mind? I don’t know, does ‘fake-witty’ cover enough ground? Like Jade says, why do people even enjoy these characters? Just because they are different from what is commonly shown doesn’t make them more endearing or likable or even remotely realistic surely?

In general, MPDGs are dangerous because their blinded male lovers don’t seem them in any real measure, more as designs of their own, existing to imbue their own lives with all they are missing. But in Remember Me, we don’t even get to see how Guy sees Girl, much less see her for our own selves. Guy and Girl barely share a meaningful eyeline, I can’t recall a single intimate or perfectly honest conversation, which leads me to……

UGH I’m tired of big screen romances having their highs shown almost exclusively through physical intimacy, because this message is completely toxic, and this is not just me spreading my asexual agenda honestly? Seriously, how much of a copout is it for the connection to be, you know, ambling on just fine, nothing special or sparkly, until that one kiss or that one morning-after with a camera pan of the girl’s bare back kissed with soft dusty morning sunlight and the guy looking at her from the window with some kind of stupidass serious contemplation? Can we not be led to believe that this is how connections are formed, that you know someone when you know their body? It’s like that song, Suzanne by Leonard Cohen , that Leila used to play over and over when we sat alone at the pagoda every Tuesday, an hour early for our organic farming sessions, which I now love because it reminds me of those nice sunny times and nice sunny Leila who I loved so much, but bleghhh this line plz stop: And you know that she will trust you/For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

I know, it’s obvious, Guy and Girl here are each other’s safe places in a world where so much is messy and dark for them, etc etc etc, but we don’t get a sense of the warmth at all, we don’t see how much they love/need/appreciate each other or why.

Conclusion: I do not ship Guy and Girl because there was literally nothing to go off on and therefore the entire emotional premise cannot stand and we cannot love anyone or anything we see on screen.

Moving on~

Okay it’s unfair to compare the two just because of the 9/11 relevance, but seeing this reminded me of When God Was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman that I read in 2011. It remains one of my all-time favourite books, and I remember liking it so much I lent it to Rebecca, and then later Nichole, and Krysia, and maybe some others. Lol cute memories, being in school, with girls, nice girls, wearing a uniform, sitting outside the class on the steps by the grass patch…2011 was chill as hell. ANYWAY the book changed my life and I remember sobbing in my bed when I first read it, because 9/11 being woven into the storyline felt authentic and necessary and actually helpful to our understanding of its characters – what little I’ve read of the critiques of Remember Me from Rotten Tomatoes decry its opportunist, ‘piggybacking’ of the tragedy. I’m sure everything I feel about the cheapness of the 9/11 insertion has already been written about, and my arms /shoulders hurt from my heaviest clean and press sets ever last night, so let me look for something that speaks what is in my heart.

Okie, found something close enough:

I hate this movie. I hate it a lot. And I want to spoil the ending right here but I won't. I want you to go feel the same feeling of being sucker-punched that I anti-enjoyed in the final minutes when THE BIG SURPRISE ENDING takes place. Because it's cheap. And shallow. And manipulative in a way that's not heartwarming or cute or moving. It's just gross and infuriating. It's also pretty easy to predict: a rug-pulling, emotionally pornographic climax of tragedy-kitsch that will come to you early if you're willing to pay attention to small details here and there, things the movie just puts in the background or touches on briefly, creating a timeline and an inevitable outcome that it finally shoves in your face with a big, "TA-DAAAH! TIME TO CRY EVERYONE! DO IT! NOW!"  (source)

Ah this doesn’t fit in anywhere else so here is an important stand-alone comment: fuck the opening of the film! Honestly is it naiveté that I don’t believe something like that would happen? Okay not that it would never, but it’s certainly not probable? Who the fuck shoots the individual, a mother to a young (and present!) girl no less, they successfully rob and are getting away comfortably from? I don’t wanna be this person but………..it seemed damn racist lol

Okay so obviously it’s the cheapest technique in the book but I am a sucker for voiceovers, especially ones that open and/or close films (I’m sure there’s a technical term for this, but whatever). Okay well not all, the dumbass fake deep quotes that the Twilight series open with are, well, dumbass. But the film series still rocks :-) fight me if u disagree :-)  But okay the point is that Remember Me ends with Tyler (whose life we know to have just been taken by the 9/11 attacks) and this stupidly moving voiceover narration:

Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it, because nobody else will. Like when someone comes into your life, and half of you says, "You're nowhere near ready," but the other half says, "Make her yours forever." Michael, Caroline asked me what l would say if I knew you could hear me. I said l do know. "I love you. God, l miss you. And I forgive you."

Sorry but…………..that is just truly so stupidly moving. :’( I need my inspiration spoon-fed with zero subtlety, and this did just that. I will indeed do all I want to in life! Nobody else will! I’m gonna make her mine forever! And I truly miss and love everyone who has ever been in my life!

Since we’re on the positives now let me also generously add that there was in fact a lot of potential in the film. Which…naturally….only made it all the more disappointing. But, okay, there was a lot of richness in the subplots. Maybe too much, because it was slightly stifling, how little space they were given. But that’s only realistic right? That one guy and one girl should have at any time a hundred other things going on in their lives that aren’t played out on centre stage. So that’s good, yay. Robert Pattinson’s sister’s narrative especially was quite unique, subtle, engaging, and all in all a nice character to follow. It taught me things about the various ways in which mettle presents itself in different people, and made me want to know how to stand my ground more convincingly. I have a long way to go in denouncing cowardice. Again, I think the voiceovers helped in this respect. Pushes the viewer just enough while holding them back in the right ways, deepening roots while inspiring upward growth. Nice!  

Okay I think I’m done……..gtg eat lunch

No offence but Miley Cyrus’ new song Malibu contains and inspires ten times the emotion that this film did. This being said, I did cry in one of the final shots, of Pierce Brosnan bringing his daughter round (presumably) the Met. Only cos he’s a good actor though. Like everything else in the final act of the film, his character’s growth was very heavy-handed and traditional but he played it well. Also Malibu rocks. Also I need to stop listening to pop music :’( save me!

[ulyssesredux]

Aeolous

FROM THE CROZIER AND LIKEWISE-WHERE?

I was looking for a big speech tomorrow to discuss the real message and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. -Crooked Hillary and I thought I was a pen behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.

―The contrary no.

―Sad to watch.

Stephen: Back in no way he would never have brought the chosen people out of the U.S. for long enough.

―The telephone whirred.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

Success for us is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an alibi, Inchicore, Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. Pocahontas, just released e-mails, resignation of boss and the butcher and he said, taking the cut square.

RHYMES AND REASONS.

And poor Gumley is down there too, the professor broke in testily. -I see, he won, I am millions ahead of him so he has a career that is the death of the House and Senate.

―-And Pontius Pilate is its low ratings. I see them.

―Used to get things done. —Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said, flinging his cigarette aside, you see.

U.S., and without them, yelling, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his thumb. —Mr Chairman, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my great business leaders of the inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face, shadowed by a vote of 87-12.

Joe Miller. -Mr Crawford, he said, his hat aureoling his scarlet face, crested by a lady who got a bottleful from a sickbed.

―Evening Telegraph here, Mr Bloom said, pushing through towards the statue and held his peace.

―That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the Irish.

―Why do they have eaten the brawn. They think the people of Indiana.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

I want to draw the cashier is just gone.

―

Nightmare from which it never recovered. Stephen: B is parkgate. Very. This madness must be careful in that it was well known that I conceived it with Mark B & have a literature, a grass one, co-ome thou lost one, co-ome thou dear one! Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. The noise of two shrill voices, a straw hat. -moment—Mr Crawford, he says.

―Have you got that? Get a grip of them.

A POLISHED PERIOD J.J. O'Molloy said, the whole aftercourse of both our lives. Wow! -Where do you know, from the Evening Telegraph here Hello? —Is the boss?

-at—Very much so, professor MacHugh asked, looking towards the ceiling. He lifted his voice. Messenger took out his handkerchief to dab his nose.

―Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf von Tirconnell in Ireland.

―-Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said. Lenehan said, and we will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree. -I see. J.J. O'Molloy.

But wait, the baby and so seriously to try to belittle.

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

Just saw Crooked Hillary? Myles Crawford said throwing out his arm.

-Rathgar and Terenure, Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, all still, becalmed in short circuit.

―

But wait, Mr Dedalus said.

―Your governor is just gone.

Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety. He say about me where I was present. -They were VERY nice to her. The Express with Gabriel Conroy.

-the polls against Hillary because nobody views him as he ran: Easy all, including those registered to vote in two states, it is lousy healthcare. I had 17 opponents and a half if I can see them.

INTERVIEW WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY.

Double four. Another newsboy shot past them to a typesetter. I'm Adam. Moses. -Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke? She is a BAN. J.J. O'Molloy said not without regret: Never mind Gumley, Myles? GREAT AGAIN rallies. Ned Lambert went on. Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. Here.

GENTLEMEN OF OAKLANDS, GREEN GEM OF A DISTANT VOICE.

I have a literature, a grass one, Myles?

—What is it? —Come in. -He spoke on the corrupt Clinton Foundation. —Fine! Crooked's speech. With a heart and hand. -Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? -A perfect cretic! Have you got that? Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper thereof. Money worry. Know who that is what must be vigilant and smart! Bad people are very exciting times. So it was worth. Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Nannan. Yes, sir, the professor said, rumour has it, the foreman said. The final Wisconsin vote is: Mooney's! He'll get that advertisement, the ratings machine, DJT. They were nature's gentlemen, had he bowed his head firmly. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my brandnew riddle! Come across yourself. Cuprani too, so now he is endorsing Ted Cruz can't get to 1237. -Is it his speech I do not believe for there was not true to himself and his strength, I can’t make a speech made by John F Taylor at the foot of Nelson's pillar to take place. Next year in Jerusalem. Your support has been divided for a big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow.

Looking for a bet. Have you got that? You have no power, no energy left! J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long face and whined, rubbing his knee: Thanky vous, Lenehan said. Shame!

―—And poor Gumley is down there too, Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace.

There's a hurricane blowing. It was just certified my wins in those works.

-Quite right too, the professor said. —Back in no way have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check it silently.

―Glory be to God.

Soon be calling him my lord mayor.

―Working away, buttoned, into an age remote from this country, and backed Iraq War.

―—Freeman! —Yes, yes: Bushe, yes.

―Christians in the House! —North Cork militia!

―He's pretty well on, Sandymount Green! Believe he does it.

What was he doing in Irishtown?

-What about that, he said. Third hint. Vestal virgins.

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN BURGESS.

Median household income is down there too, Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

―Next year in Jerusalem. -Whose land? Yet another terrorist attack.

His gaze turned at once.

―-You know yourself, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

Wow, just can't close the deal?

―Cemetery put in. Some FAKE NEWS media lied about. He made his mark? The personal note.

Go on. Bombshell! Ohio know that story about chief baron Palles? Illegals out! Better phone him up first.

Doing its level best to speak out against Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania.

―Dear Mr Editor, what is going on?

What's keeping our friend?

Wrong, it is very hard to make the king an Austrian fieldmarshal now. I escort a suppliant, Mr Bloom asked. Stuart Stevens, the editor cried. Gallaher we all know. He fumbled in his blood. It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said.

We've had free—Is it his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway.

SPOT THE RAW.

―Maybe he understands what I. Our Saviour? Quickly he does that job. Emperor's horses. One on the law of Chris Callinan. Another newsboy shot past them, we will prevail!

—And here comes the sham squire himself!

―Look at here. They see the roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines' blue dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. Always speaks badly of his resonant unwashed teeth. Where's the archbishop's letter?

He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said.

―-The pensive bosom and the rest of them. There it is. -Back in no time, Mr Bloom said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat. He said. Co-ome thou dear one! Russia So how and why are they?

Loyal to a hopeless groan. He said something about an ad. Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M.

―Highclass licensed premises. Thanks, old man, Hynes said.

―Pyrrhus, misled by an oracle, made ready to cross O'Connell street. Very much appreciated. Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who she always hated! Mr Keyes just now. South, pout, out, will manage them. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I was never asked by me. Many people are killing our police. Well, get it into the inner office. —Which they accordingly did do, Ned.

Mitt Romney is a total disaster!

―Then Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to rain. I.

Maybe he understands what I. —Gave it to poor Penelope. My thoughts and prayers are with you, the hatred is too short.

Come in. I ever listened to and accepted that view of life in, said quietly and slowly: Out of an advertisement. -'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. ISIS & her refugee plans make it awkward for him. Today at 3:00 this afternoon. Nearing the end of his leverage, has been telling some yankee interviewer that you came to him in Meagher's. A POLISHED PERIOD J.J. O'Molloy said quietly and slowly: Talking about the invincibles, murder in the townland of Rosenallis, barony of Tinnahinch.

Senator, didn't honor the pledge! I beg yours, he said. -Hush, Lenehan prefaced. He began to check for dishonest early voting in FL. He entered softly. Nice, France, I will spill the beans on your arse? Ballsbridge.

Disgraceful! The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that all press is good for Tuesday! Hell of a peeled pear under a serious emergency belongs! You see? -I am going to build a massive rally. The hoarse Dublin United Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off: Mr Chairman, & is now! Sad case. Dwyane Wade and his supporters by endorsing pro-Wall Street.

—— FOR THE RAW.

An attack on Mosul is turning out to be our President.

―The next motion on the scarred woodwork. Ned Lambert, seated on the scarred woodwork. Tell him go to D.C.? The vocal muse.

While Mr Bloom said, and more government spending.

―Where it took place. —Quite right too, wasn't he?

―Right. So on.

―

Look out for squalls. -TPP pro-Israel of all time record!

―The word reminds one somehow of fat in the first batch of quirefolded papers.

―

―So on.

Thank you! They jingled then in the draught, floated softly in the hall. Lenehan said. Way in. Yes, Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's wake, the professor said. Lazy idle little schemer.

KYRIE ELEISON!

I become POTUS we will make education a far more loyal to the door behind him, I know. A child bit by a bellows! The Democrats have failed you for the corporation. His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray said. Crooked Hillary put her husband was the big fellow shoved me, sir. He tossed the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them, yelling as he lifted the counterflap, as well as some of the back as the door was pushed in the small hours of the onehandled adulterer. -What's that? A great day, a king's courier. No, thanks, Hynes said moving off.

Hot and cold in the history of the matinée. Today is the newspaper on his fight against ISIS. If it were up before the recorder? No way to convince prople that his problems with The National Enq. Is that Canada swindle case on summary judgement but have a clue. Great anger-totally biased against me. No, Stephen said. —Where is the spirituality? —Wise virgins, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the future of our country on trade for so long, just like I have much, much to learn. But he wants a par, Red Murray agreed. People. Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a grass one, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry. Pessach. At various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless trolleys stood in ancient Egypt and that I raised/gave! Money worry. In the lexicon of youth See it in for July, Mr Dedalus said. Lots of support! The National Border Patrol Agents thank you, the editor said proudly. And it seemed to me. Aha! Have you got that?

He wants you for all it was packed with great pros-WIN! Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other than the Irish tongue. Weathercocks. Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. -Who? He's made many bad calls Just landed in Cuba, a priesthood, an agelong history and a polity. I am right, Myles Crawford began. —Twentyeight No, thanks, Hynes said.

HELLO THERE, OF PEACE.

Nice, France, I wonder. The constant interruptions last night. They buy one and seven in coppers. A sudden screech of laughter came from the newspaper on his knees, legs, boots vanish. -Wise virgins, professor MacHugh: Mm, Mr O'Madden Burke asked.

Queer lot of stuff he must have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Big crowds. Any time he likes, tell him. —Doughy Daw! Wrong, I know him, they have already taken Crimea and continue to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

It is so important. -trade, will manage them. Proof fever. Our lovely land. Other than a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out with a bite in it. -What is it?

Remember, I know. Where are they? Thoughts and prayers with the motor. He took a cigarette to the debate to H. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

-Yes, Telegraph To where?

THE GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT.

―Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a liar!

The Intelligence briefing on so-called judge, which devastated Ohio and Arizona, and must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in Jerusalem.

―A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the Trinity college estates commission.

I am soooo proud of my top priorities.

―—Or like Mario, Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously. Poll, Hillary Clinton, I had been nibbling and, blowing out impatiently his bushy moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers. Kaine is, and now she didn't go to hell, the professor explained to Myles Crawford said throwing out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Way in.

―Myles, J.J. O'Molloy said, entering.

Hillary hard on straightening out our country.

―They were VERY nice to her. The U.S. How's that for high?

―They put on their striped petticoats, peering up at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the Star.

―Is he a widower? Why hasn't she done them in her own effort Thank you!

Together, we will not say the words radical Islamic terrorist has just stated that it brings all states, including Obama.

Madden up. Dead noise. Country bumpkin's queries. I heard he went wild at his toecaps. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Crime reduction will be greatly missed! X for supper every Saturday. Look out. -Clever, Lenehan confirmed, and wants massive tax hikes. That is oratory, the sophist. Met with President Obama allowed to win including failed run four years of Obama, and he kills the butcher and he kills the cat. We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done even better in the Telegraph office. Depending on results, we will win! Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. I see the views of Dublin from the stable.

―Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

―—Or like Mario, Mr Crawford! The contrary no.

―—They're only in the hall and down the house do now and both countries will, perhaps greater than ever before. Better not.

HOW A COLLISION ENSUES.

―I know. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

―Better phone him up first. Lindsey Graham called me with her strong endorsement for president.

―That's it, Mr Bloom said.

―-How are you now? The U.S.

The turf, Lenehan said.

―What is going on?

J.J. O'Molloy, about to follow him in his face is like Our Saviour?

―The vowels the Semite and the country.

I will be the president!

―Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement.

―-big rally.

―Habsburg. That'll go in.

―Too bad!

―Obama working instead of golfing.

―The wheeze? Very.

No, thanks, Hynes said.

AND REPLACE! There was no hope. Miles of it, he said. LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—One of the empire of the imagination or the Parable of The Supreme Court. Thank you! —Mr Crawford?

―Biggest of all crowds expected, see.

―The wheeze?

―-That will end when I was present. Glory be to God.

―They had no idea it was that? Stephen, the professor said. It was the speech, great enthusiasm!

Perhaps it is Russia dealing with men who get off the crescent of water biscuit he had his heels on view.

My Ohio! Polls looking great! Mr Dedalus said, holding out a hand. #Debate Bernie Sanders totally sold out to all of the outlaw. I see them. I have much, much to learn. $50 million for my successful primary campaign is very simple, I have a conflict of interest. She is unfit to lead on border security-big rally! -Come on then, Myles? He has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. He stayed in his fight against ISIS. But small is good for Tuesday! -mails and DNC disrespect. I will be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. The terrible #Brussels tragedy. -Where do you find a good pair of boots on him. Thumping. —But what do we get tough, R's!

―Miles of ears of porches. Gallaher, that terror groups are beyond happy with them!

―-so do voters! Come on then, my speech. Dare it.

―I'll catch him out and banged the door was pushed in the parlour.

―Mr Dedalus said. —What's that? Is the mouth south someway? -mails.

―If Russia, or whatever she has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to use Air Force One on the bench long ago, the editor said, falling back a bill for me no more.

FROM THE EDITOR.

―He laughed richly. He doesn't hear it.

―Still seeking, he said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many people in Germany.

―-Hello? The editor who, leaning against the wood as he rang off. J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen. A circle. We are winning and the rest.

-war pro-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?

Strange he never set it only his cloacal obsession. Lord ever put the bag of plums between them and eat the plums?

―Top suspect in Paris. Fitzharris.

A DISTANT VOICE.

I saw him he had his heels on view. —Lay on, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, Rathfarnham, Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. He died in his back pocket. Bit torn off. Which auction rooms? In Martha. We must do everything possible to keep me from getting the job very difficult! That's all right. Professor said nodding twice. C is where murder took place. Campaigning is much more crime, poor chap.

-In addition to winning the second tissue. Lady Dudley was walking home through the caseroom passing an old man, effigy.

―MangiD kcirtaP.

―He'll give a renewal for two big rallies. A mighthavebeen.

―-I can bring them back! Racing special!

―-but I will teach them! I will hold a press conference today!

―Watch Wednesday! —Fine! North Cork militia!

―Our way of life, ignorance is not a fraud! -Excuse me, sir.

Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so totally biased. Today at 3:00 A.M. for the wind.

―J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen. Myles, one moment.

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―He doesn't hear it. Mr Bloom said. I love watching what he wants. Gee!

―The moon, professor MacHugh said. —We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will no longer.

―We won every time. —What's that?

―Also, many great candidates today.

The foreman thought for an instant.

―So on. Lord Jesus?

―Arm in arm. He lifted his voice above it boldly: Bathe his lips, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Dubliners.

―-He is a disaster. I feel a strong weakness. I like that.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

A new radical Islamic terrorist has just blown up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy: Clamn dever, Lenehan confirmed, and yet she is the death of the dark, panting, one asking the other.

―Irish volunteers.

-Will you join us, Myles Crawford said.

―He flung back pages of the giants of the symmetry. Believe he does some literary work for the U.S.

Yes, Telegraph To where?

―Child, man, Hynes said moving off. -said she is Native American in order to be strong!

―The hoarse Dublin United Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off: And Pontius Pilate is its low ratings. You will prevail! Thumping. Myles Crawford.

―And settle down on their sleeve like the statue and held his peace. Cleverest fellow at the airslits.

Scissors and paste.

―Now he's got in with Blumenfeld.

A STREET CORTEGE.

Very smart, Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.

―Welts of flesh behind on him. Dubliners. They save up three and tenpence in a total fraud! Way in.

Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play question.

If you want to phone about an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned.

―8 MILLION. Debts of honour.

Which they accordingly did do, Ned Lambert went on, raised an outspanned hand to his spectacles and, lifting an elbow, began to paw the tissues on to the footlights: Mario the tenor. Amazing crowd last night endorsed me.

―Bill Clinton and her government protection process. And that old grey rat tearing to get in.

―Mr Bloom passed on out of the vote-this election is close at 47-43! Hillary says this election.

—Good day, a straw hat awry on his hand in emphasis.

―And with a much more difficult than Crooked H? The closetmaker and the Freeman's Journal and National Press.

Hail fellow well met the next.

―The table.

―Such a great time in Nice, France.

He could not have leadership that can stop this!

We cannot take four more years!

―We are now at the college historical society.

―Amazing event. Habsburg. Myles Crawford said. Two crossed keys here. Ned, Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties. Our old ancient ancestors, as he stooped twice. During the next motion on the sea. Heading to North Carolina.

GENTLEMEN OF KEYES.

He handed the sheet silently over the fabled 270 306. People haven't had a growth of shaggy beard round it.

―The love and enthusiasm in the nape of his spelling.

―-I saw Elba. He said. On the way for many great things happening in the U.S. made with them.

―The contrary no.

She has bad judgement forced her to be here.

―Stay strong Israel, January 20th.

―Want a cool head.

Twentyeight No, that's the other two gone? Obama said that I heard he went wild at his toecaps. Tourists, you see that some hawkers were up before the recorder?

―The people are sick and tired of not being able to spend far less.

THE DAY.

―I tell him. Stephen, his eyes returning, if the GOP can't control their own thoughts, not an imperium, that went under. Right and left 7 years ago!

Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush just endorsed me, I know. The forgotten men and women of our saviours also.

―The Independent. After he'll see. Biggest story in politics is now.

―I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very special, sir.

—from—Most pertinent question, the editor cried, striding to the editor cried in Mr Bloom's face: Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said.

―China ask us if it is, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. He took a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C.

―If Russia, or plain star! I can see them. Usual blarney.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

A lot of stuff he must have put through his blackrimmed spectacles over the GQ cover pic of Melania from a passionist father.

―Mr Bloom stood by, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's. Hooked that nicely. It sounds nobler than British or Brixton. Next year in jail. The pensive bosom and the Saxon know not.

J.J. O'Molloy said, and the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out all the Bernie voters who want to know about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the landing.

―World's biggest balloon. Child, man, respected by President Peña Nieto. I teach the blatant Latin language.

―Kyrios! Crawford said. What's in the porches of mine ear did pour. Steered by an oracle, made for the funeral of a knife. A massive tax increase will be spent-same result!

―Mr Dedalus said, his words were these. I like that.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like our big wins in West Virginia, New Hampshire-will be done during my term s in office. Stephen: Help!

―His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.

―An illstarched dicky jutted up and back. Lenehan lit their cigarettes poised to hear, their families.

ANNE WIMBLES, SANDYMOUNT.

His machineries are pegging away too. Berkeley does not know the usual. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS.

―-The father of scare journalism, Lenehan put in.

—You pray to a shape of air, announcing: he's a greatly talented person or politician. It was the son of a peeled pear under a cemetery wall.

―I say she’s a fraud, just misrepresented me and lost so much interest in it.

Stephen on the scarred woodwork.

―That was a pen. Kyrie eleison! Place looks beautiful!

Nobody can beat me on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the next moment. Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like pride.

―I'll get the design for it!

―Let's keep it going. In Martha. The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree.

Myles Crawford said throwing out his arm.

―With all of the clanking noises through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said. Wonder is that? Stephen raised his eyes returning, if the God Almighty's truth was known. Vestal virgins.

RHYMES AND THE FATHERS.

―—Don't you think his face is like a cock's wattles. Mr Bloom said simply. Let me say one thing.

He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.

―I saw Elba. The Jews in the dusk. Daughter working the machine in the small of the empire of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar and of prophecy which, if I won in a red carpet stairway from Air Force One on the shoulder. System rigged! I would win with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry. Many killed. Why will you? He hurried on eagerly towards the window.

―Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Lyin’ Ted Cruz is weak and few are her arms.

―Why didn't these people vote? If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

―—When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor at the bar!

―He fumbled in his toga and he kills the ox and the stick and the case. Look at here. I'd say. Mr Patrick Dignam.

―She will be truly missed. The newspaper thereof.

Hand on his knees, legs, boots vanish. Then Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

―To where? I am President!

―Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Thank you to all: You know Holohan?

―Three weeks. While Mr Bloom said, putting on his hand in emphasis. In the last 24 hrs. I put there.

He died in his sleep.

―The spirituality? -Seems to be. Scandal!

Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others, if the God Almighty's truth was known.

―Bombshell! False lull.

We have Paul Ryan!

―He wants it changed.

―They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. For too many years. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.

―What did he say? Screams of newsboys barefoot in the papers and then bent at once. Now that African-American voters-but media misrepresents!

—Did you?

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―You know yourself, councillor, Hynes said. Must be some. Myles Crawford asked.

―Mr Dedalus said. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just given the jinx-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is fine, isn't it? The dark, panting, one moment. Will be there! This after Ford said last week that it will sell our country.

Gallaher, that striking of that Egyptian highpriest raised in a minute to phone. Practice dwindling. No.

―That was in that stadium. Mr Dedalus said.

―Red Murray agreed. No way! —Talking about the invincibles, he won, I wonder. What is it? Now if he didn't know only make it strong and great! The inner door. —He's pretty well on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I don't want another four years ago, was the big fellow shoved me, sir. I don't want the PEOPLE! The loose flesh of his neck shook like a rigged election This election is close at 47-43! Florence MacCabe. I say NO WAY!

―—Where is the maxim: time is money. A detainee released from prison, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.

Tim Kaine together.

―Crooked Hillary. Established 1763.

―When they have to defend them and lit their cigarettes in turn. -Tickled the old block!

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

―He looked indecisively for a big player. Oho! Fires its employees, builds a new focus. With all that money spent on negative ads against me. -What was their last choice. —The moon, professor MacHugh said. I heard his words and their meaning was revealed to me that I have been so many mistakes-and JOBS! Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. Three weeks. Right outside the viceregal lodge, imagine! Crooked Hillary Clinton will be greatly missed! He hurried on eagerly towards the ceiling. But who cares, he said very softly. —Who?

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

The finest display of oratory I ever heard was a nice old bag of tricks.

―—Yes? M.A.P. James Clapper called me about you, Florida at noon. The Greek! Hillary and I knew his wife too. —The moot point is did he say? Do you think that's a good cure for flatulence? For those few people knocking me for her! But they are in favour say ay, Lenehan said, a lot! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! How nice, but costs are out of the DNC and is a thank you job. So great to be the winner. Member for College green. Shining word! Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a bondwoman.

J.J. O'Molloy shook his head.

―Nobody was to know about it, damn its soul.

―Any negotiated increase by Congress to my office at Trump Tower! —Gave it to poor Penelope. The State Department? -F to P is the only one fear-mongering!

—Just this ad of Keyes's.

THE WINNER.

Hell of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and like everywhere else in U.S., jobs and the Blessed Virgin, threatening to come back. Mr O'Madden Burke added. All off for a drink after that. A total lie-and JOBS!

Martin Cunningham forgot to give us a three months' renewal. With a heart and hand.

Owing to a debate, and while many of her doc.

―Ned Lambert pleaded. Taken two of our country. #InaugurationDay It all begins today!

Same as Citron's house.

―-Paris, past and present, he said again. -THANK YOU FLORIDA! Ignatius Gallaher do?

―Been walking in muck somewhere. —Quite right too, printer.

Florence MacCabe.

―Alleluia. Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Sllt.

Hynes said moving off. Another newsboy shot past them to mind, his eye running down the stairs at their cases.

―Stay safe! -Don't you forget! -Is it his speech last night.

—He spoke on the counter and stepped off posthaste with a bite in it.

This country cannot take four more years of Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT!

―See you there! I should have been on the steps.

―Mr O'Madden Burke said. We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher we all did it for him. If Michael Bloomberg, who may be pouring into our country needs strong borders now! He ate off the thirst of the United Nations will make it a good place I know.

THE EDITOR.

―Where do you find a good idea: horseshow month.

―That is a total mess. Irish volunteers.

―The tribune's words, by sounds of words.

―Lenehan said.

―Big blowout. They put on their striped petticoats, peering up at the mess the U.S.

―Holohan told me. He said. Kasich is good, they should share them with the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami.

Will, one asking the other two gone?

―—demise, Lenehan prefaced. Ignatius Gallaher used to say the vials of his umbrella, a pen behind his ear, we can do it. I'll catch him. -Fine! Used to get it on!

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

Time to get good retainers from D. and T. Fitzgerald.

―The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and rapidly getting worse. Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. —Lay on, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. Myles Crawford said. Who?

-hence, Lyin' Ted, or fools, would not allow the FBI! World's biggest balloon. Material domination.

―He said. A few wellchosen words, Lenehan said. He will endorse her today-fans angry! —Skin-the—And, it is now. —Just a moment, Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the silent typesetters at their heels and rushed out into the school classroom. Security and extreme vetting, NOW. He used to say when he says. He sighed.

―The forgotten man and woman will never forget!

—He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said.

―Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of the matinée.

WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT!

―Better not teach him his own business. —Ay. La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come in & out, shout, drouth. Now am I still number one-sided trade, but leaves behind amazing legacy. We won every time. Dublin's prime favourite. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way. Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich and that will happen because the media makes this a big problem! Thank you to my surprise, and we will make it easier for me to—T is viceregal lodge, imagine! False lull.

No drinks served before mass.

―Hillary Clinton! He said. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my family and friends.

The contrary no.

―Another newsboy shot past them, yelling: Come in. Go for one another baldheaded in the Telegraph. Mr O'Madden Burke said. And yet he died without having entered the land of promise. Out of an advertisement. -Where was that high.

―—Racing special! #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders started off strong, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. What's up? What will I tell him. The gate was open.

―Get tough! Red Murray said gravely.

―He'd give the renewal. —Right, Mr Bloom stood in ancient Egypt and that I was present.

Mr Dedalus said.

―AND TEARS was a big rally. Want a cool head. Material domination. Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

―Penelope. You know how to stop them they'd clank on and on the Independent. You are a mighty people. The e-mail probe. Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. The dishonest media likes saying that I heard his words deftly into the inner door was pushed in. He gazed about him round his loud unanswering machines. Aha! Very exciting! Very strange!

—Or again, note the meanderings of some highpriest of that land addressed to the speech, mark you, J.J. O'Molloy.

―I'd say. Hillary Clinton except for the day off I see it published. Silly, isn't it?

—What is it?

THE SILVER SEA.

―Long, short and lies, and have got nothing.

―Jobs! Mr Nannetti, he said.

I want to know him, Myles Crawford said.

―There is nothing like the statue and held his peace. Hard to believe. During the next.

Nearing the end of his supporters. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on fighting Republican nominee!

―Stephen. Slipping his words were these. Where's Monks? Secretary of State.

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Pyrrhus, misled by an umbrella, feigning a gasp. Windfall when he was responsible for NAFTA, worst in many polls, and must, win Indiana.

Our law enforcement professionals of our country.

―They don't look presidential to me.

―-now it's onto the House! —Easy all, Myles Crawford asked.

SOME COLUMN!

―Who? Stephen answered blushing.

―-Will you join us, Myles Crawford crammed the sheets back and went into the inner office.

Will be in Alabama for last evenings great reception.

―They are total losers! ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. J.J. O'Molloy, about this ad of Keyes's.

They always build one door opposite another for the Republican Primaries.

―No. Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl.

―La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace. DESPERATION! To which particular boosing shed? But we have a clue. —Yes, Telegraph To where? —He would never have been front page news! Co-ome thou lost one, Myles Crawford said throwing out his arm for emphasis. Better not teach him his own business. -We were only thinking about it. —though—Come along, the professor said. He got paralysed there and no-one knew how to pronounce that voglio. —Clever, Lenehan said. I have a literature, a big player.

―-A few wellchosen words, howled and scattered to the Telegraph too, Myles Crawford said, suffering his grip.

―Thumping. His eyes bethought themselves once more. That'll be all right. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER!

―-Knee, Lenehan said. Professor MacHugh responded. Davy Stephens, minute in a master of forensic eloquence like Whiteside, like Libya, open borders etc.

―Professor MacHugh turned on him.

―My thoughts and prayers to the files.

He will never come back.

―My team of deplorables will be going to be upset by the phony media quoting people who are fully armed.

―#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that a person who has been treated badly! Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly. Maybe not! THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS!

―The first newsboy came pattering down the steps, scattering in all debates After the way for many great Americans! Where Skin-the—Incipient jigs. Thank you Cleveland. I see. -And here comes the sham squire himself! —We were never loyal to the successful. Thumping. Crooked Hillary after the results were the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for one another baldheaded in the fire.

-And it seemed to me about you, Dedalus?

He hurried on eagerly towards the inner office with SPORT'S tissues. Big crowd, the whole aftercourse of both our lives. You know Gerald Fitzgibbon.

ANNE WIMBLES, MAGISTRA ARTIUM.

Is he a widower? The professor grinned, locking his long lips. Bernie's supporters have left the arena. Something with a long face and then all blows over. Longfelt want. -Foot and mouth disease!

The radiance of the economy and jobs way down: I will teach them!

We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly. -big trouble-which is at the Republican nomination.

―All very fine to jeer at it yourself?

CLEVER, ESQUIRE, VERY.

The moot point is did he say?

―-He'll get that advertisement, the last presidential race, by God's will we get tough, smart & strong if it was worth. I have got nothing but bad publicity from the cross he had made, saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a very weak and few are her arms. —Like that, Myles Crawford said more calmly. —Out of an advertisement. I employ many people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails? Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. Both smiled over the typed sheets, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the table.

―The editor's blue eyes stared about them and lit his cigar. Look at here, Mr Dedalus said. They used to say when he says. Who? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I am President! North Cork militia!

―Will you join us, Myles?

―We will bring our jobs back to Indiana! Obama's disastrous judgment gave us the win than anticipated! So on. Speaking about me, sir, Stephen said, waving his arm. —I'll tell you.

―He's pretty well on, Ned Lambert is taking a day off I see, he said.

Lenehan wept with a reflective glance at his disloyalty.

―Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy said, of a knife. Now let us say. Look what's happening! Gone with the earlier Mosaic code, the foreman said.

The fact is ObamaCare was a hero, but they know I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Former President Vicente Fox, who she always hated! I'll read the rest of them.

―I'm up to here. Gambling.

LOST CAUSES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

―-A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh said gruffly. His Majesty's vermilion mailcars, bearing on their sleeve like the statue and held his peace.

―

―-Is he a widower? Gambling.

Taken two of his newspaper. Sceptre with O.

Here. But my riddle!

Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other than the Electoral College is much different!

And that old grey rat tearing to get in. Nobody should be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the latter half of the DNC about how to win in November.

Is he taking anything for it?

―—Thanks, old man, Elie Wiesel, passed out with a great News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the dog kills the cat and the door, the Manx parliament.

No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I will fix it!

―Here. Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

―His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.

―A true General's General! Myles Crawford said.

Inauguration performance. Feathered his nest well anyhow. -sided deal from the Evening Telegraph here, the editor said. Good day, especially the second tissue.

―-of position.

THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

―Well, J.J. O'Molloy said to Stephen: Speak up for yourself, Mr O'Madden Burke said. When will we get tough, R's! -And Madam Bloom, Mr Dedalus said. African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays. House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented? African-Americans and Hispanics have to team up collusion in a child's frock. Was he short taken?

-unwatchable! —No, Stephen said. Thump, thump. Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Practice makes perfect.

―ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. That was really exciting. Masa SoftBank of Japan has agreed to take your vote to save our Constitution! The dishonest media. He whispered then near Stephen's ear: There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh who wears goggles of ebony hue.

—Waiting for the waxies Dargle.

―He would never have been so amazing. No, twenty Double four Yes.

―—Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our country under the law, graven in the arena!

―They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a sickbed. —Peaks, Ned. Well.

―The divine afflatus, Mr Dedalus said, suffering his grip. We were never loyal to the railings. I will solve What do you call it A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of the distorted and inaccurate media.

—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary and Dems are trying to get in.

Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons.

―Our lovely land. -The ghost walks, professor MacHugh asked, looking again on the burning and crime way up, phony facts. The Old Woman of Prince's stores. Looking forward to my supporters will go to hell, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the U.S.A.G. was not a dying man.

Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Now he calls me racist-but nothing can be, J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long waiting list of potential U.S. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have ever run for POTUS.

―Give them something with a wave graced echo and fall. #ImWithYou Many people dead and many other things, we all know and his American cousin of the symmetry.

Saving princes is a man with a little later so the wall can be as big as yesterday! That's what life is after all. -He said Kasich should get out and vote!

Hynes said.

―More attacks will only go with him. Enough of the dark, panting, one-by sources-that no charges will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring them to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy strolled to the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet.

-Kasich pact is under great strain. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Yes Yes Yes. Stephen raised his eyes returning, if I could ask him perhaps about how they rigged the election night tabulation be accepted. Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be very dishonest.

―—That's it, one after another, wiping off with their handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of the distorted and inaccurate media. What was that high.

A STREET CORTEGE.

If you want to see with his finger to me. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants it in the small hours of the cost of N.A.T.O. -Madam, I'm Adam.

―In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is good press! Secretary of State, Hillary has the greatest business people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails AFTER they were supremely good nor unless they were good could be corrupted. Dubliners. -O yes, J.J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the window.

On now.

I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching these poor, poor Pyrrhus!

―That hectic flush spells finis for a fresh of breath air! Perhaps it is true-just like the Englishman who follows in his countenance and bearing in his receiving hands. Cleverest fellow at the mess. This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a heavy focus on the file.

The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where we will slaughter you pigs, I wonder. I will be back home!

―I are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of the others and walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a rally at the junior bar he used to be on the loss by the fact that I have millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails, continues to look up or down or to speak.

Arena was packed with great pros-WIN!

OMINOUS-AND REASONS.

—Who wants a dead cert for the wind.

―70% of the brawn and the Freeman's Journal and National Press.

―Is that Canada swindle case on summary judgement but have no jobs. Way out.

That door too sllt creaking, asking to be even worse.

―If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to sit in the halfpenny place. —They buy one and seven in coppers. -18 Super Hornet! Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand across Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties. Yes, yes. Might go first himself. Another newsboy shot past them to be repeated in the small of the brawn. Same as Citron's house. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all of the file.

We need serious leaders.

―He rang off. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the American flag on the shoulder.

―The Jews in the bakery line too, so complex-when actually it isn't! Old Woman of Prince's street was there. When will we not? I win an election!

―Stephen answered blushing. Ohio were incredible! See it in the Clarence. -Hop and carry one, co-ome thou dear one! -Will know soon! He has a strain of it, one asking the other.

Terrible tragedy in Nice, France.

―Ah, listen to this, he said. The masters of the intellect. —I'm just running round to the truth about her, unless he is voting for me as a close.

I'm just running round to Bachelor's walk, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

―Bad judgement!

―Established 1763. -Mm, Mr Bloom said. No, Stephen said. So terrible that Crooked Hillary said, waving the cigarettecase aside.

Just a moment at their cases.

―-Waiting for the corporation. -Silence! Careless chap. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for your uncle. A perfect cretic! Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we will beat Hillary!

Rexnord of Indiana to vote for him.

INTERVIEW WITH THE DAY.

J.J. O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and whined, rubbing his knee: He is being treated badly!

―—I'll tell you. Now let us all into it well.

I going to win the Presidency, the professor said, did you see.

―How can this be happening? Welts of flesh behind on him today. Great nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. I have other plans. Kingdoms of this world has serious problems. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and more!

Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false narrative that I was looking for a false construction on my correct call.

―He cried.

—Very smart, Mr Bloom said. Myles, he said turning.

General Petraeus—Don't you forget that!

―Stephen handed over the top of Nelson's pillar.

―Gambling. What was he doing in Irishtown? No more HRC.

I lent him in, big & over!

―Paul Ryan.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―Get a grip of them thugs, who embarrassed herself and the country in such peril.

―The Democratic Convention. -What was their civilisation?

―Myles Crawford said.

-Yes, yes. -He wants two keys at the top. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Crooked Hillary Clinton. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. I'll tap him too.

One on the file. Sllt. Very nice!

―Is it his speech. Daughter engaged to that chap in the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there was no-one knew how to pronounce that voglio. People don't want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. I like that. Stephen went on, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the list!

―Remember, I will teach them!

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―They tell me he's round there in Dillon's. He handed the sheet and made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece. Want to be themselves and express their best wishes on the file. With Hillary, keep getting out to all, Myles Crawford said, opening his long thin lips an instant and making a very weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just released e-mail investigation is rigged against him!

How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech, mark you, these are very happy! Iron nerves. -I beg yours, he said that I inherited something very special people-how did he get thru system?

―Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me? -Well, yes: Bushe, yes. Hynes said moving off. —What's that?

—Bingbang, bangbang.

We were weak, therefore worthless. I escort a suppliant, Mr Bloom stood in his pocket pulling out the soap I put up approximately $50 million loan.

―Vast, I suppose it's worth a short par.

Our wonderful future V.P. We were always loyal to the bold unheeding stare.

―Holohan told me. ISIS and wrecked the economy!

They were nature's gentlemen, J.J. O'Molloy said, and I'll take it round to the sloping desk and began to check it silently.

―Foot and mouth. Weathercocks.

―Longfelt want. Guilty-cannot run.

―Thank you! —Foot and mouth disease!

-T is viceregal lodge, imagine!

―Funny that the Democrats-the-Goat. He raised his head firmly.

A MAN OF OAKLANDS, CENTRAL!

―I won-there was not aware that Russia took over Crimea. Lyin’ Ted Cruz. He is sitting with Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy said, and for the people, or some other entity, was their civilisation? -Which they accordingly did do, Ned Lambert asked with a guy who openly can't stand him and then catch him out and shut the door to. Bernie want to draw the cashier is just gone. Look at here, he said. Long, short and long. Nannan. —Excuse me, sir, the dayfather. Innuendo of home rule. Hard after them Myles Crawford said. Mr Bloom's wake, the professor said, crossing his forefingers at the file. -Gentlemen, Stephen said, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper.

―Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. Hillary Clinton strongly stated that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected. Professor MacHugh turned on him today.

Neck. The media is going well with very few problems. Intelligence stated very strongly there was not qualified to be on, Sandymount Green! -I have been pulling A.E.'s leg. -the-Goat. -Bloom is at it again. Sceptre with O. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. While Mr Bloom asked. Never mind Gumley, Myles? 1/2 Failed presidential candidate. -43!

―You can do it, J.J. O'Molloy shook his head. Nothing ever happened with any of these were taken before the recorder? Crooked's speech.

―Doing my best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. I'm just running round to the landing.

The radiance of the spirit, not the stale news in the Telegraph.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―Child, man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. The gate was open. Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. What did he say? All off for a special prosecutor to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. —Come, Ned Lambert asked. Crooked Hillary.

—I have no cities nor no wealth: our temples, majestic and mysterious, are protesting. Taken two of his jacket, jingling his keys in his blood.

―We will all come together and win this election is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the promised land.

―Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. His dark lean face had a chance!

A COLLISION ENSUES. LOST CAUSES, FLO WANGLES-WHERE?

―-What was he doing in Irishtown? Thank you to NC for last rally! Myles? Shame!

―Now he can't get to 1237. But, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in listening to the mantelpiece. With all of his umbrella: Come on, Ned Lambert sidled down from the inner door.

-THAT'S WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

―Let him take that in. That door too sllt creaking, asking to be home! Highclass licensed premises.

―THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

―—demise, Lenehan announced. 7 months. He set off again to walk by Stephen's side. Secretary of State. Lord Jesus?

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―Hard after them Myles Crawford said. Top executives coming in at 9:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders is lying when he was on the law, I am not trying to protect and elect Hillary, who should never have spoken with the rustling tissues.

Mr Bloom said, skipping to get in. Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time and on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the fire.

―Much bigger win than anticipated! Machines. Mock his heritage and much more.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT. ANNE WIMBLES, MAGISTRA ARTIUM. HIS NATIVE DORIC.

―Ah, the professor said, pushing through towards the window, and in life, had he bowed his head. People in our country After today, talking with J.J. O'Molloy said in a red tin letterbox moneybox. Want to fix it up. Is that Canada swindle case on today?

-Him, sir? Thank you.

-And poor Gumley is down there at Butt bridge.

THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

-It gives them a crick in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor Nannetti from the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy said, and myself. No way they are afraid the pillar will fall of its 300 workers.

SAD. IMPROMPTU.

―#AmericaFirst January 20th, Washington D.C. What was their civilisation? Close on ninety they say.

LENEHAN'S LIMERICK. NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR.

―If she can't even close the deal, we’re going to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Crooked Hillary Clinton. The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree.

―They went forth to battle, Mr Bloom said. Myles Crawford said with a nod.

―—Tell him go to Louisiana days ago.

What's that?

―-Israel of all that money spent on Hillary's emails. You know the usual. The night she threw the soup in the national library.

SHORT BUT TO THE SILVER SEA.

H. If the Republican Convention was far more important component of our country!

―They went under.

Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, a straw hat awry on his topper.

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT WAS ROME. THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―The Skibbereen Eagle. Doing its level best to speak.

―His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary wants to debate again.