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wokasho · 1 year

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Hi, same anon from before haha, but like- THANK YOU for acknowledging Sakura's trauma. This is coming from someone who does ship Sasusaku. It's just like- WHY did they just have her forgive him so easily? WHY was SHE the one expected to forgive and mend their relationship. As much as I love Sasuke, the ending left me like... "and everyone is just- okay with this?" WHEN THEY LITERALLY LET HIM WALK FREE LIKE "oh haha all water under the bridge". Man deserved SOME consequences for his actions and I will be FOREVER angry at how the ending of naruto was handled. So many people got screwed over, but Sakura especially

I'm loving these asks so much I feel like a cool kid

I agree 100% with you!! I actually believe SasuSaku could have worked just fine, if they had showed him caring about her, thinking about and missing her, if she had been shown to truly understand him and his motivations to leave the village, but that never happened. He OBVIOUSLY didn't have such feelings for her, he didn't even know why the fuck she liked him! He tried to kill her multiple times, called her annoying and never once showed he worried or cared about her (fuck, he didn't even bat an eyelash when she got stabbed by Madara). They had some potential when they were genin, but that was as KIDS, and even then it wasn't fully developed!

Now I see SP trying to make them romantic and shit but like, weren't they supposed to be in love BEFORE? They try to force that romantic ring bs down our throats like it's the most romantic shit ever, as if he didn't inflict an insane amount of pain and misery upon her, as if she had ever tried to understand him instead of forcing him to return to a village that destroyed his clan. But in reality we are just seeing Sakura fighting for scraps of attention while we are supposed to ignore the entire fucking shippuden in which he didn't give a second thought about her and tried to kill her more than once.

#Sas*Sak* had no development whatsoever #were they cure as genin? Yes #but NOTHING else happened after that #her biggest source of pain misery and self-doubt was him #I laugh every time I see people trying to say he loves her because he held her after she saved his ass from being stuck in another dimensio #like oh yeah that's romantic #he stopped her from falling onto the floor and proceeded to not care about her #that's ♥true love♥#sorry I'm too bitter anon #thanks so much for the ask!!#◆ ┈ ┊ today on: omg miko no || ( ooc )#anti-ending

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melvisik · 5 months

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OFMD - TREASURE, LOVE, AND EDWARD

Edited - Possible trigger warnings at the bottom under the gif of Edward and MerStede by @soapbubbles511. Thanks to @agneswarda for pointing this out in the reblogging tags.

Totally joining in with this discussion about the deleted scenes (even though I'm extremely late to the party)...

Source crediting set decorator Lindsey Cantrell's insta at linds_cantrell

Absolutely, Ed is a beautiful hot mess splayed out on the ground pouring whateveritis into his gaping mouth, and we were sorely robbed of some awesome shots (no doubt due to budget/time cuts). Also, the text here somewhat vindicates the fandom's in-depth observations as to the incredible weight of Ed's unhappiness at this point.

So here it comes, because reiterating fandom analyses and interpretations is fun...

One of the key elements we see in season one is Ed's desire for the fine things he's been denied in much of his youth, things his own mother told him they could never have. Mother Teach frames it as it being a matter of providence or even nature, because that isn't who they are rather than accrediting it to unfair circumstances they were born into.

Who can blame her really? The poor woman was a victim of the unfair social class/caste system of the 18th century and she had an abusive, degrading dick for a partner.

Anyway, that fine piece of silk she gives her son is probably one of the biggest symbolic tools in TV history - Ed's fondness for fine things, his wish to be one of 'those kinds of people' (despite the odds) thinking it will make it happy, his connection to affection, his first bond with Stede Bonnet both in camaraderie...

...and in love.

And then, of course we see this...

Well then.

Long before the unhinged binge-raiding, Ed had already accrued more riches than some uppity officer can shake a fucking stick at, but he had yet to find that elusive something he'd been pursuing since childhood.

Source

Cue Stede Bonnet, a constituent of that aristocratic world Ed's been dreaming about and a sweet representation of finery and refinery.

...sorta. Really, they just pass the time so well...

Extremely well, like 'welcome to the family'...

But at the beginning of season two, what Ed came to treasure most is gone, and he can't replace it no matter how many valuables he collects. There's a void in his heart he was on a rampant quest to fill, and just when he thought he'd found someone that can occupy some of that space, he's abandoned by him.

So, afterwards (and after some other stuff) Ed jumps from raid to raid as Blackbeard 2.0, raising hellions and sending them out to play, pillage, and plunder.

But he does this without any sense of care or pleasure. Another day in the life of a pirate. Make the plan, execute the plan, make the plan, execute the plan, and again, and again, and again... so fucking boring.

He's amassed so much stuff that the crew literally has to dump it overboard, and only more is coming in because he's determined never to divert from this strict regiment, whether it's because he intends to incite Ned Lowe into coming after him or to have it serve as a distraction from the unyielding pain.

Either way, he shuts down in a sort of resignation and fully conforms to the role expected of him, because they think it's just who he is...

In the interim, during those all too frequent moments of inaction, he self-medicates with drugs and alcohol and wallows about in misery, sometimes in Stede's old cabin surrounded by riches that are ultimately worthless to his broken heart.

It's a fairly common trope - a gut-wrenching display of unhappiness whilst surround by troves of treasure.

But we see here that Ed takes it a step farther, reverting to an almost childlike state and enacting his fantasy with dolls.

And with those cut scenes, we could very well have seen how he behaves similarly with the treasure, perhaps by playing dress up with the jewelry or admiring these objects that should, by all rights, represent the vast wealth he'd once hoped to achieve.

He's surrounded by the fine things he coveted in his childhood, but now he finds none of it remotely satisfying. He's had a taste of true joy, and all this stuff just listlessly lying around pales in comparison.

Is he having fun? Nope, because this was fun...

Is he basking in the splendor? Nope, because this was splendor...

Does he recognize the value of the treasure at his fingertips? Nope, because you know where this is going...

In fact the only stolen piece that means anything to him is fiscally worthless.

That figurine is a cheap representation of something intrinsically valuable. Just like the jewels, the furs, the gold, and every lifeless item in that room, it essentially means nothing save for the memory Ed attaches to it.

Ed's life has become that dull drag of monotony just like before. On the outset, that life was probably fun for a while and perhaps did initially satisfy his thirst for wealth, acceptance and attention, but over time he basically became married to his work, 'working for Blackbeard,' an unhappy husband to piracy.

This discomfort in a married state only started to alleviate when that bizarre, cheerful lunatic showed Ed that he can absolutely escape his situation and doesn't have to let his past prevent him from moving forward.

Ed was fully willing to give it all up. Stede served as a perfect conduit for this, but falling in love with him altered Ed's aim - he no longer necessarily desires the lavish lifestyle and/or identity of Stede Bonnet, but rather something loads better...

Then we have the sharp turn-around, and Ed is in an even worse state than where he started off.

He's been there, done that, and even trying to reach for an extreme version of Blackbeard just isn't quite cutting it.

Death seems to be the only unexplored avenue left to him. It might not make him happy, but then he was never meant for happiness, was he? He's just not that kind of person. But it can, at least, just make everything stop...

And these scenes could have shown so much of that - the impotence of all the wealth available for Ed's leisure and how spending the day with someone is the better treasure. This kind of treasure later only serves as a sign of Ed's guilt at the atrocities he committed, and it's only useful in helping others throw a big bash or giving other less fortunate kiddies a better chance than he had.

It really wasn't worth all that much to Ed in the end. Just as it wasn't worth all that much to Stede Bonnet either.

The man who sees value in what's thought to be worthless, who discerns fortune in a chest of blue dirt and exquisite detailing in a pile of junk, finds his ultimate treasure.

P.S. The treasure in that scene also possibly serves as reflection of all the 'finery' attributes Ed sees in Stede, the beauty and status he'd once craved presented up in a warm jaunty melody that somehow matches Ed beat for weird beat.

P.P.S. And for the fantastical lovers - Stede's the handsome prince (mer-prince in fact) that helps this beautiful princess escape from the dragon's hoard.

Warning: This post contains implications of suicide, abuse, drug use, and alcohol abuse. These subjects are delicate and complex and I am no expert, so if any information/opinions in this post are evaluated to be erroneous, seem careless, or cause too much controversy, this post will be deleted and apologies given.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #self indulgent #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #blackbeard

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thecoleopterawithana · 5 years

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I Just Believe In Me

AKA John’s Disillusionment

This came about as a desire to unpack a vital component of John’s character that I feel goes detrimentally overlooked in the fandom, as it is a major motivator behind some of his most impactful decisions. It was something I had wanted to get into for a while, but @amoralto ‘s latest post about it finally pushed me into doing it. Please go check out and spread this amazing piece of information.

Note that this post will mainly deal with the breaking of faith. It barely scratches the surface of John as the Dreamer and all the unrealised expectations he weaved throughout his life. With the danger of repeating myself, I’ll probably leave that analysis to a companion post.

As usual, if you want to glimpse into their inner workings, look no further than their music. So, let’s start with the first clear example of John reacting to the hurt and betrayal of failed expectations:

Sexy Sadie, what have you done You made a fool of everyone You made a fool of everyone Sexy Sadie, ooh, what have you done

Sexy Sadie, you broke the rules You laid it down for all to see You laid it down for all to see Sexy Sadie, ooh, you broke the rules

One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover She came along and turned on everyone Sexy Sadie, the greatest of them all

Sexy Sadie, how did you know The world was waiting just for you The world was waiting just for you Sexy Sadie, ooh, how did you know

Sexy Sadie, you'll get yours yet However big you think you are However big you think you are Sexy Sadie, ooh, you'll get yours yet

We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table Just a smile would lighten everything Sexy Sadie, she's the latest and the greatest of them all

She made a fool of everyone Sexy Sadie

However big you think you are Sexy Sadie

— ‘Sexy Sadie’ from The Beatles (1968). Recorded 19 July - 21 August 1968.

John wrote it as he was leaving India after the Maharishi allegedly made a sexual advance towards the actress Mia Farrow (the story, which came from “Magic” Alex, was doubted by George, Paul or Cynthia).

That was inspired by Maharishi. I wrote it when we had our bags packed and were leaving. It was the last piece I wrote before I left India. I just called him, 'Sexy Sadie,' instead of (sings) 'Maharishi what have you done, you made a fool...' I was just using the situation to write a song, rather calculatingly but also to express what I felt. I was leaving the Maharishi with a bad taste. You know, it seems that my partings are always not as nice as I'd like them to be.

— John Lennon, interview w/ David Sheff (1980).

Donovan, a singer, songwriter and guitarist that was a friend of the Beatles and had accompanied them to Rishikesh, made the following very astute observation:

Psychotherapists call it projection. When difficulties are uncovered, and it’s hard to face them, you project them on to the teacher. In my view, John’s projection had nothing to do with Maharishi and everything to do with his private life. I think John later realised that.

— Donovan, interviewed by Mark Paytress for Mojo: The Butlins of bliss. (September, 2008)

But now, let’s see something made more obvious by the intensity of the moment. Let’s see how John faces the biggest disillusionment of his life; how he wakes up from the Dream.

God is a concept By which we measure Our pain I'll say it again God is a concept By which we measure Our pain

I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-Ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in tarot I don't believe in Hitler I don't believe in Jesus I don't believe in Kennedy I don't believe in Buddha I don't believe in mantra I don't believe in Gita I don't believe in yoga I don't believe in kings I don't believe in Elvis I don't believe in Zimmerman I don't believe in Beatles I just believe in me Yoko and me And that's reality

The dream is over What can I say? The dream is over Yesterday I was the dream weaver But now I'm reborn I was the Walrus But now I'm John And so dear friends You just have to carry on The dream is over

— ‘God’ from John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band (1970). Recorded 26 September - 9 October 1970.

And channelling the anger and resentment born out of the pain and humiliation:

I told you before, stay away from my door Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother The freaks on the phone won't leave me alone So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother No

I, I found out I, I found out

Now that I showed you what I been through Don't take nobody's word what you can do There ain't no Jesus gonna come from the sky Now that I found out I know I can cry

I, I found out I, I found out

Some of you sitting there with yer cock in yer hand Don't get you nowhere don't make you a man I heard something 'bout my Ma and my Pa They didn't want me so they made me a star

I, I found out I, I found out

Old Hare Krishna got nothing on you Just keep you crazy with nothing to do Keep you occupied with pie in the sky There ain't no Guru who can see through yer eyes

I, I found out I, I found out

I've seen through junkies, I been through it all I've seen religion from Jesus to Paul Don't let them fool you with dope and cocaine No one can harm you, feel yer own pain

I, I found out I, I found this out I, I found out

Oh, oh, oh

— ‘I Found Out’ from John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band (1970). Recorded 27 September 1970.

We can see John lay out a lot of the sentiments expressed in ‘I Found Out’ in the interview that prompted all this analysis in the first place, from the identification of his original source of pain and fear (rejection by his parents and consequent abandonments respectively), to the urging to “feel your own pain” and how that only happens when you cast away the “God” in your life:

BLACKBURN: [Athur Janov’s] ideas seem to have something in common with [R. D.] Laing in that he doesn’t want to reconcile people to their misery, to adjust them to the world, but rather to make them face up to its causes?

JOHN: Well, his thing is to feel the pain that’s accumulated inside you ever since your childhood. I had to do it to really kill off all the religious myths. In the therapy you really feel every painful moment of your life – it’s excruciating, you are forced to realise that your pain, the kind that makes you wake up afraid with your heart pounding, is really yours and not the result of somebody up in the sky. It’s the result of your parents and your environment. As I realised this it all started to fall into place. This therapy forced me to have done with all the Godshit. All of us growing up have come to terms with too much pain. Although we repress it, it’s still there. The worst pain is that of not being wanted, of realising your parents do not need you in the way you need them. When I was a child I experienced moments of not wanting to see the ugliness, not wanting to see not being wanted. This lack of love went into my eyes and into my mind. Janov doesn’t just talk to you about this but makes you feel it – once you’ve allowed yourself to feel again, you do most of the work yourself. When you wake up and your heart is going like the clappers or your back feels strained, or you develop some other hang-up, you should let your mind go to the pain and the pain itself will regurgitate the memory which originally caused you to suppress it in your body. In this way the pain goes to the right channel instead of being repressed again, as it is if you take a pill or a bath, saying, ‘Well, I’ll get over it.’ Most people channel their pain into God or masturbation or some dream of making it. The therapy is like a very slow acid trip which happens naturally in your body. It is hard to talk about, you know, because you feel ‘I am pain’ and it sounds sort of arbitrary, but pain to me now has a different meaning because of having physically felt all these extraordinary repressions. It was like taking gloves off, and feeling your own skin for the first time. It’s a bit of a drag to say so, but I don’t think you can understand this unless you’ve gone through it – though I try to put some of it over on the album. But for me at any rate it was all part of dissolving the Godtrip or father-figure trip. Facing up to reality instead of always looking for some kind of heaven.

— John Lennon, interview w/ Robin Blackburn and Tariq Ali for Red Mole. March 8th-22nd, 1971.

I give my opinion on John’s method of expurging his pain on the reblog of the post itself, if you want to check it out.

Of course, Amoralto ends the post by tagging it with the most perfect, all encapsulating tag:

“Paul is a concept by which we measure our pain”

And if this is not the crux of the matter, I don’t know what is! So let’s unpack this!

First, we have to understand the original quote:

God is a concept by which we measure our pain

I think the Blackburn interview really helps us realise what John was getting at. I can’t say that I’m familiar with theology or the exploration of the purpose of faith, but I see John as addressing how people use God - and all the other things he claims he doesn't believe in anymore - as coping mechanisms for the pain in their lives. The greater the pain, the more you cling to these "distractions" from reality.

Though, this is not simply about distractions, like drugs, sex and success, as a means of escapism. When the despair is overwhelming, you want someone or something you can hand it all over to, and an all-powerful entity to whom you can just turn everything in and absolve yourself of the responsibility. And this Father figure will either make it better and make the pain go away, or it will tell you that there is a grander purpose to the pain, life works in mysterious ways, and it is as it is destined to be.

But the main point here is John's need to hand over responsibility. John hates the responsibility of having choices and thus having to deal with its consequences. He is a naturally passive person.

I think this goes back to his insecurity and lack of self-esteem. It's like he doesn't have the confidence in his own decisions to deal with their possible consequences. I mean, he REACTED rashly, completely at the mercy of his emotions. But then he did everything possible to absolve himself of responsibility in the aftermath. It's somebody else's fault that he's hurting and thus reacting like this, it's somebody else's fault that they don't see how much he's hurting and do nothing about it, it's somebody else's fault if they end up hurt as a result.

Lack of self-love seems to go hand in hand with feeling like a victim of your circumstances. I believe it's the fear, the insecurity, that takes away your notion of agency.

So, if you don't have agency over your life (or don't want to face the trouble of having it), somebody else has to have it. God has agency, as an omnipotent being. Yoko has agency, as John demonstrated by completely capitulating every bit of his decision power to her.

But before that, who was the person in John's life whom he could hand over responsibility for all the life decisions, the one who would take care of everything?

Paul.

Paul was the original and long lasting idol in John's life, which remained past many others, despite John's attempts to cast him away, to burn down the Golden Temple, during the breakup.

Though there's not only the aspect of removal of responsibility to it. It also relates to a matter of identity.

John hated himself as he was, but he was always hoping that if he emulated his idols, his Gods, if he made himself to their image, if he became this external thing that he loved, maybe he would become worthy of love by proxy. That's why he calls himself a chameleon. He's always morphing to reflect his newest fascination, so that he can evolve to something worthy of awe, of Love, too.

Maybe that’s what he is getting at in these verses:

The dream is over Yesterday I was the dream weaver But now I'm reborn I was the Walrus But now I'm John

Because, as we know, “the Walrus was Paul”, which according to John means:

JOHN: And throwing in the line “the Walrus was Paul” just to confuse everybody a bit more. And because I felt slightly guilty because I’d got Yoko, and he’d got nothing, and I was gonna quit. [laughs; bleak] And so I thought ‘Walrus’ has now become [in] meaning, “I am the one.” It didn’t mean that in the song, originally.

He has this desire to just merge identities with that of his chosen idol, so when Paul was his religion, he too was the Walrus. But now he is John.

Well, JohnandYoko.

John was constantly getting caught up with new idols during his lifetime. This new “religion”, this new promise of absolution and relief from his pain, this new better identity he could assume: Elvis & the Rocker, Stu & the Artist, LSD & the Enlightened Prophet, the Maharishi & the Enlightened Student, Yoko & the Revolutionary (also Yoko as the Mother and Brian and Klein as the Father).

But despite his devotions, the pain just didn't disappear and he didn't love himself more (or the love he received just didn't fill the void), and invariably the moment came when he became disillusioned, when his faith was shattered, this isn't the magic solution after all, it's just another lie, another conman. And he tore them down, rebelled against authority, walked away in anger, never looking back. Another fallen idol.

But in all of this, he never quite managed to walk away from Paul. His faith, his love, was never lost completely.

Because Paul was no ordinary God. He was extraordinary, but through his partnership with him, he made John extraordinary too. Together, they were Gods! And I think that’s the big difference; like Paul is keen on reminding us: they were Equal.

And maybe it was this unshakeable fascination, not only with Paul but with the magical thing that was JohnandPaul, that made John truly believe that he and Paul were just destined to be, cosmically connected. Why else would Paul keep standing within him even after the biggest attempt at casting him away imaginable?

Because, like with the others, the moment came when he became disillusioned with this omnipotent figure who was supposed to have all the answers, who John could just merge with and let him take those reins.

Paul could handle the things on the ground so that John could dream in the Universe. But the truly magical thing was that Paul could dream with John in the Universe too, and help him materialize those down on the ground.

He would have John's devotion in return for the removal of the pain, rescue from the fear and above else, the healing of his being with Love.

So when the pain didn't go away, the fear festered, and these annulled any love that he was getting, making him disbelieve it. John started to resent the idol again, became paranoid. Because if it was the idol's responsibility, it was also his fault. He was the one with the agency in this situation, not John. If things aren't getting better it is because of him, because he isn't trying hard enough, because he isn't attentive, because he's thriving while John is going through murder. So he mustn't love John after all. Worse, John is being taken advantage of again, conned by another false promise, stripped of his control, of his hold in his life, just so he could be smothered, buried to be used as a stepping stone.

Of course, in his usual fashion, he completely ignores his own responsibility, his choice, in handing over the reins in the first place. It's easier to just blame Paul for everything.

Instead of listening to his own words and focusing on dealing and expurging his own suffering, he weaponized it. The resentment, born of the pain of broken expectations, morphed into incendiary anger, as he attempted to destroy the thing that had wronged him.

But with Paul, he never quite managed to remove him from his mind. He was always there, in his very soul.

Maybe, despite all the pain and fear, some part of him could recognise the genuineness of Paul's love for him, it's unconditionality. For that was a better love than he received from anyone else in his life.

So, in the same way people around the world keep turning to an omnipotent/omnipresent God as someone they can just give themselves over to, hand over all the responsibility of their choices, in the hopes of being delivered from pain and fear, and being instead graced with Unconditional Love, John keeps holding on to Paul. And the degree to which he holds is a reflection of his despair, his pain. Hence, for John, "Paul is a concept by which we measure our pain".

But Paul is also The One. Paul was the Dream. The Dream was Them.

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nicoletteduclare · 5 years

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These fireside meetings were always a bore, and Maxwell tried not to close his eyes for the brief respite that it would provide if only for the fact he did not need an earful right now. Someone giving him grief for not paying attention would require him to actually reply, and to reply, well, he'd have to cough up the whole reason for this meeting quite literally. That would be a whole new conversation and involve more questions and annoyance then Max was particularly interested in dealing with.

Besides, there was a headache blooming behind his temples, most likely thanks to the flowers in his throat. There were very few people he'd humor with listening to right now. They're all complaining about managing their own (admittedly, rather fragile for most of them) sanity more often. The surprising fact is that he is too. Unlike the lot of them, though, Maxwell is acutely aware of the source.

It would be lovely if they could just finish up already, he can make out some idea of moving camp, seeing as they can't seem to find the source, and he closes his eyes to ignore the shadow out of the corner of his eye, desperately wanting to cough.

This batch seems like it'll be painful. The dark petals are amazingly useful, or, well, they would be if he could actually use the codex more often, but having them come up randomly is quite damaging, even to his own mental resilience. Not to mention his physical state, which is far more delicate. There's been quite a lot of blood lately. Feels like his mouth always tastes of copper.

Even as a child who was far too eager to believe in magic and fae, even then, Maxwell had considered this a myth. Coughing up petals because the heart yearns for someone? Absolutely ridiculous, a complete fairy tale. Not to mention that he'd completely been too afraid to tell Charlie for at least a good few months, and he'd never coughed up petals then.

And he absolutely loved her, loved her so much... and then he'd managed to screw the whole bloody thing up and fail to protect her and ruin the both of them. If he'd just... if he'd only...

It left his stomach sour, and Maxwell valiantly tried to shake the thoughts of the past from his mind. That, honestly, is probably the biggest reason for these blasted flower petals, though there are quite a few.

Why get close to someone else again, when all he's ever brought to anyone is misery? Why fail someone again? He's ruined every single good thing in his life through a wonderful mix of no forethought and too much pride. Everything good crumbles in his hands, and who's to say, even if his affections where returned, that it wouldn't blow up in his face, that he wouldn't fail and ruin them the same way he'd ruined Charlie. What if they ended up worse off then Charlie?

What was the point of even considering that it was possible?

He'd rather let himself choke to death on flowers before letting that happen to someone that he cares about again.

There's a nudge from his side, and his eyes flutter open. "I'm really starting to wonder if you ever pay any attention to anything we talk about." Wilson was looking at him, a scowled frown on his face.

He either has to reveal the petals by coughing them up or just swallow them down, and as painful at it is, Maxwell chose the later, looking away from Wilson to speak. "I pay plenty of attention, Higgsbury." Even though his throat ached, probably scratched raw, he managed a dry, even tone, though it was a little strained.

Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose, an annoyed sigh escaping and Maxwell noticed the wilted flower crown perched quite nicely on his head. "Whatever you say. We're going to start moving camp tomorrow, maybe see if there's something new we've missed that's driving everyone insane. It's been getting pretty bad... though I doubt it even bothers you."

He just nodded along, pretending that whatever it was absolutely did not bother him, and watched Wilson sigh again and get up. A few moments in front of the fire before turning to go off to the tents, and Maxwell is glad they're all scattering, he can feel the urge to cough start to rise.

If only Wilson knew the half of it.

Though, if he even knew... Maxwell bit his tongue to keep from coughing just yet and moved to go find a private area to remove this mess from his throat. It wouldn't make much difference anyway.

- Death was becoming far too frequent, though it wasn't like any of them really noticed, or at least if they did, none of them pressed it. The most reaction he'd picked up on was Willow muttering something about being irresponsible, and he almost scoffed at her. He couldn't remember exactly what of this lovely floral disaster was the crux of all of his dying, the usual fog of revival masked it.

Since he couldn't remember, and he didn't want to exactly risk being found out, Maxwell fell into the habit of being alone for his own sake, and in some ways, everyone else's as well.

The idea of this... affliction, being found out, was mortifying. Besides the agonizing questions, this did destroy some of the facade he'd worked hard to put up; that none of them meant anything to him. And considering that, the idea that his affections would even be remotely reciprocated was downright laughable and utterly hilarious in the worst possible way.

So, Maxwell had accepted the thorny stems, sharp edged rust red and ink black petals, and the pain that came with it as his penance for even daring to let his heart consider another love after the first one had been utterly demolished by his own hubris. The headaches, the shadows out of the corners of his eyes, the world slowly becoming a gray husk shot with streaks of red? That was an added bonus. Even as he managed to keep himself from teetering at the edge of his sanity, the world was never quite as vibrant as it should have been.

The time between deaths was getting shorter, and the Maxwell couldn't help but wonder if there was a point where the time between his deaths would be only hours. That, or he'd finally succumb to the terrorbeaks.

Maybe this is what he deserved. It was about time, considering how many years it's been since Charlie pulled Wilson from the throne and threw the two of them together. Besides, the guilt surrounding this mad little game he'd thrown together certainly wasn't enough.

Just as well to have a bloody punishment to fit the crime.

The last death was only a week ago, or was it five days? One of the two, and no matter, even though he couldn't remember the circumstance surrounding the last handful of deaths, something told him this was near the end. He was on his hands and knees at the base of a pine tree.

He'd actually been trying to make himself useful for once, what a joke, honestly. There was a tiny notch in the tree from an axe, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the not-so-tiny pile of blood soaked petals underneath him, more blood dripping from his mouth as he stared at them, eyes trying to focus under the strain.

His arms were shaking to hold up his body weight, and yet, as he heard a voice, Maxwell tried to force himself to stand. A mix of pride and self-preservation, he couldn't let this be seen. Especially not by...

"Stars and atoms, Maxwell, what the hell are yo-..." The question was left unfinished as Max's strength left him, collapsing back down as he choked up more petals, an awful gagging noise before silence. Wilson was already next to him as there was a pathetic gasp for air, a warm arm trying to help him up or Heimlich, one of the two, winding underneath, but it was far too late this time.

The next thing Maxwell could remember was the cold marble flooring that meant camp, and that frankly, was absolutely terrifying. He hadn't had the materials, or really the strength to recreate a meat effigy since the first death by his affliction; touchstones were his main means of revival while he worked to at least manage the coughing fits somewhat.

Instead of the wood and broken stone around a touchstone, dead pig heads staring at him, Wilson was looking at him in the twilight, a small fire going, his own pack tossed nearby.

The place seemed... empty, for camp. Usually there was a lot more fuss if someone was revived, and while there was a little bit of relief towards that, it was... unnerving until he saw the lack of any of their usual structures, things were broken down to be reused. It was their old, recently abandoned camp, seeing as the fire-pit was still in good condition.

He hadn't gotten up yet, eyes just tracing so he could figure out what to do, but before he could get farther into figuring out the situation, Maxwell was joined by Wilson kneeling next to him.

"Why didn't you tell anyone, you absolute idiot!" He hissed between his teeth as he dug for something. While it was obvious he'd died, the reality of the situation didn't quite set in as he gave Wilson a confused look before pushing himself away in shock, sitting up.

Wilson must have seen him die. Logically, then, Wilson had seen the petals. Not that he could remember the man's reaction, which was probably a good thing, but it was the only conclusion to his words.

Wilson knew.

That was quite frankly terrifying; and while he was trying to process this horribly unlucky turn of events, Maxwell couldn't react before there was a godawful needle jabbed into his arm, the sleeve having been pushed up before he was fully awake.

"How long?" Wilson asked, eyes alert and narrowed as he practically glared at Maxwell, before turning back to the bag, fishing something else out with a mutter of "Frankly, if it wasn't for my mother's stories about her younger sister's death due to this, I wouldn't believe it." Maxwell used the mild distraction of rustling for something to stand up, his own pack was near enough to scoop up, ignoring the wobble in his legs.

"It's none of your business, Higgsbury." Lies are so easy, still, and but this one is quiet, Maxwell's shoulders tensed as he backed up, ignoring the gold chain in Wilson's hand.

It's dropped back into the bag as Wilson stood up, glaring at Maxwell, arms crossed. "None of my business? Really, Maxwell?" Looking away is so much easier then confronting this. Heavens, everything truly does go wrong, doesn't it. "You think that it's 'none of my business' when this is probably what's been affecting the rest of us? I saw the kind of petals you're dealing with, I'm not stupid. Not to mention that you're wasting resources then. I thought you might have just gotten into a few scrapes, but no, you were hiding this from us. You think that it isn't my business? Really?" It's certainly venomous, and while it looks like Wilson might have more to say, he isn't in the mood for this, teeth clenched to keep himself from coughing up more of the blasted petals right then, before he turned on his heel, not a word, and walked away.

It was always a lost cause, he knew that from the get-go, but this proved it far past a shadow of a doubt, and Max knew that he was going to be saddled with this for a long, long time, as he closed his eyes and headed to the woods.

Maxwell sorted through the pack, making sure his things had been undisturbed by any other survivor or monster that might have stumbled upon his bones from the last death. The codex was there, despite how useless it was in his condition. Every little bit of sanity counted, but on the off-chance he was surprised by a giant or something, a fighter might buy him some time to get away. He already had enough deaths to handle. Then there was his winter gear, traps and tools, some medical supplies; bandages and salves, plenty of torches and fire wood, and finally, thankfully untouched, was his stash of food. Nothing extremely wonderful, Maxwell wasn't stupid enough to risk his health more, but rabbits and mole-worms were easy enough pickings to supply him with meat, along with berries and carrots and the occasional gobbler.

He'd retrieved a few choice materials in the middle of the night, when Wilson revived him, but frankly, he'd already had most of his own supplies. Thankfully, his tent and chest were at the outskirts of camp by choice, and he was quiet enough to head off without anyone noticing. He hadn't actually taken much more then the winter gear and his copy of their maps, the essentials considering that it'd turned to winter only a week after he'd left.

He had a walking death sentence. Carrying more then the basics seemed stupid.

Still, sometimes it was a bit obnoxious, he wouldn't mind having a fur roll to wrap around himself right about now. Instead, he shivered as he slid the vest off the skeleton and retrieved his stupid warm hat. He managed both of them on before pulling out a frozen thermal stone out of the interior pocket of the vest, another shiver wracking his body.

He slid it into his pack to reheat soon, pulling out the map of the underground caves instead. He'd have to mark it off once he got a fire started, but he mentally noted where he'd been in the caves when he'd woken up. Another touchstone down.

It was obvious that he was going to run out of them soon, but he didn't want to, he couldn't, face any of the other survivors right now. Knowing Wilson's inability to keep his mouth shut (far more charming when it was about science, less so when it dealt with... well, this, and he probably had, as he said, it affected everyone,) he had to hope none of them had believed it. He wouldn't have, certainly. Even with the reality of honest to god magic, Maxwell would have scoffed at the idea of this fairy tale being real. It was a story, told to children and young adults to warn them away from being foolish with their hearts. To keep people from pinning for those they couldn't be with.

Well, he'd never been good at listening to warnings, had he? His chest ached all the time, these days, probably due to the floral infestation. He'd probably suffocate on them once again, and waste yet another touchstone.

Maxwell started to cough as he put away the map and stood up, a few petals falling out of his mouth and laying against the white snow. He couldn't help but remember the first morning this had happened as he walked away from the bones.

The night before, the pair of them had been forced into watch after stumbling back into camp late, and they took the time to patch themselves up. Hound mounds were always trouble, but cactus flowers were too useful to not gather in the summer. However, Wilson had forgotten the territory range, and ventured just a few inches too close for the hound's comfort.

A few shadow clones and a spear were perfectly fine for getting rid of the nuisance, but neither of them came out of it unscathed.

At least it hadn't been the dragonfly, but still. Wilson had pulled a hound off of his back, the last one, thankfully, but it'd torn open the flesh under his shoulder blade.

Normally, he'd have insisted he could take care of it himself, but between the exhaustion and pain, he accepted Wilson's offer of help, besides, it was hard to bandage his back. The normal banter, a few light jabs of 'how do you honestly survive out here, you're paper,' from Wilson, as well as a mutter of being glad it was superficial, hands gentle on the bare skin next to the wound as Wilson looked it over.

It'd been surprisingly... nice, but over all too soon. Wilson had shifted over so they could sit next to one another as Maxwell had looked at the damage to his clothing, already planning repairs before he looked over at his companion. Wilson looked... exhausted. The permanent bags under his eyes looked darker then normal, and he was well aware of how badly Wilson (and most of the others,) handled the night. It would be worse on an already tired mind.

Before he could really think about it, Maxwell offered to take over fully, a smart comment of "I don't need you falling into insanity on me," dying on his lips when Wilson smiled.

A tired thank you, and between the smile and the slightly wilted flower crown perched on Wilson's head to try and make the night easier had completely derailed any thought besides the soft, fluttery feeling in his chest as Wilson left. He'd tried very hard not to think about it for the rest of his watch as he repaired his shirt and suit jacket, until Wickerbottom arrived from her nightly reading nook to relieve him. He'd gone to bed halfway through the night with a frankly terrifying realization, and woken up to the start of a nightmare.

Obviously, hindsight is 20/20, unlike his own eyesight. That wasn't the catalyst of his affectionate feelings towards the scientist, but it was moment it finally, really, dawned on him. He'd tried to keep his distance from the other survivors once he was thrown into the mix, but Wilson was apparently a special case, and that was terrifying. Caring deeply about him scared Maxwell down to the very core of his being, and the realization of his feelings came with that terror.

It may have been that feeling, the fear that had buried in his stomach as he repaired his clothing, that brought these suffocating flowers along. Choking on his own fear.

But the fear was warranted. He ruined things so easily... especially Charlie, the last person he'd felt anything like this towards, he'd ruined her life and it was a thing he could never repair. Maxwell was fairly certain that even on the slim chance that these feelings were returned, he'd destroy it, without meaning to, as well. And with their last conversation, words that still sometimes came up in his thoughts, and another reason for avoiding the whole lot of them... well, at least he couldn't break something that was never going to happen in the first place.

A cold piece of comfort, and he shivered as the wind managed through the layers. Time to find a place to light a fire and warm up for the rest of the short day.

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I Lost My Husband 3 Days After Welcoming Our First Baby

There I sat, my 3-day-old infant in my arms, trembling in fear as chaos and horror played out in my living room. Muffled by my bedroom door were sirens, chattering voices, and screams that will forever haunt my dreams. Frozen and in a state of shock, all I could see in my mind was the lifeless face of the only man I ever intended to love, his lips white and his body lying on the floor in an unnatural state. "I couldn't feel a pulse, but he has to be alive," I told myself. A police officer slowly opened my door and disturbingly made his way to my bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the willing arms of family members reaching out for my infant son. As the words "He's deceased" came out of the officer's mouth, all went black. A stray bullet is how the news reported the story, but we will never know the whole truth. The bullet that killed Justin went against pure logic and had a statistical probability of one in infinity. In a drunken stupor, my backyard neighbor fired his 9mm semi-automatic handgun. The bullet managed to travel through his screen door (dodging dozens of trees) over 200 feet to our home. It crashed through our glass door and blinds, continued across our living room, and finally stopped when it hit Justin in the head at the very second he jumped up from our sofa. We tend to refer to the next day as "the day the music died." I had a 3-day old-baby and now a dead husband. It's been two years since that tragic day, and at 33 years old, I see myself a much sadder but wiser girl. Going through something so horrific and life-altering not only changes the way you see the world, it transforms it. Grief is a very personal thing, and while I would never claim to be an expert on coping, I do know firsthand how to live with it. I like to compare it to a scar. More specifically, an internal scar on your heart and in your mind that follows you everywhere. A dark cloud that hovers over everything good and beautiful for the rest of your life. For one to truly understand the full gravity of the situation, you have to know the story as a whole, not just the ending. Therefore, I must jump back 19 years. I was barely a teen, a 14-year-old girl in the eighth grade, when I first met and fell in love with Justin Ayers. He could play the guitar like Jimi Hendrix and crack a joke like Jerry Seinfeld. He was a smart, talented, adorable, funny, passionate boy, and I took notice. As I think back on our love story, a specific song lyric comes to mind: "Each night I ask the stars up above, why must I be a teenager in love?" I would sob, "Why can't we just get married today?" My friends and family (with the exception of my mom) would chuckle at the idea, dismissing us as kids who would grow up and realize it's just the hormones. But I never once doubted. In 2003 (one year after I graduated high school), we finally tied the knot. Over the next 10 years, Justin and I made our own rules in life. We had several goals we wanted to pursue, so we decided to wait to start a family, knowing we needed time to grow up. We formed multiple bands, traveled for leisure and work, and wrote and recorded an album together. It was definitely outside the norm, but it was our norm, and we savored it. Then one morning, I woke up and suddenly felt different. I wanted a baby! And Justin agreed. We'd been married for 10 years, and we both knew we were ready to become parents. We got busy between the sheets and in September 2013, I became pregnant with our son, Jax. On June 14, 2014, I remember looking at my infant son and realizing, "I finally understand!" His hair was thick and silky, his lips were bright red, and his eyes were captivating. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, bringing a child into this world has to be one of the most incredible feelings a woman can experience in life. A few minor birthing complications cost us an extra day in the hospital, but on the third evening, we were released and went home to be a family. We tend to refer to the next day as "the day the music died." I had a 3-day-old baby and now a dead husband. I was a brand-new mother and now a widow at only 31 years old. I never had a chance to tell Justin goodbye or tell him how much I loved him. I like to think he already knew. We buried Justin on a Saturday, exactly one week after Jax was born. The day after his funeral, the crowds were starting to disperse, and my support system was dwindling down to a much smaller group. It seems incomprehensible to try to portray the level of darkness I slipped into. A darkness that is so scary, I wasn't "allowed" to be left alone for one second. Not even to take a shower. Life is a series of choices, and this choice to live started with my decision to get up off the bathroom floor and feed my infant son. "Jess, you OK in there?" my friend Casey hollered as she banged on the bathroom door, "Jax is crying and needs to eat. Do we need to break the door down?" Time seemed frozen as I realized it had been two hours since I'd snuck away to the bathroom, granting my first chance to be alone since losing Justin. I took it as my only opportunity to bask in my own misery. The light from the hall shone brightly under the door as I lay in a pool of tears staring at everyone's feet pacing back and forth. With the chill of the bathroom tile on my cheek being my only comfort from the pain, I decided in that moment that I was ready to completely give up. I wanted to die. I could hear multiple voices in the hallway, all pleading for me to open the door. But in the distance I could hear a tiny voice that resonated in my heart. It was Jax, he was hungry, and I knew I was his source for food. "We are sending someone to the store for formula," my mom said to me. That was the defining moment when I had to make a choice, life or death. I realized that even though the life I'd worked so hard for was gone, I could try and start a new one. My son needed me to survive, and I needed him. It took me over 10 minutes to actually stand to my feet, but once I did, I felt a little hopeful. Life is a series of choices, and this choice to live started with my decision to get up off the bathroom floor and feed my infant son. Over the next year, I was like a chameleon. I became so many different versions of myself that I didn't know who I was anymore. Was I Justin's wife or his widow? Was I a stay-at-home mom who used to be a musician or would I sing again? Would I ever have the opportunity to have another child? I had always wanted three. The endless questions and constant wonder consumed me from the inside out. For close to 10 months, I disappeared from any social scene, social media, or social circle that didn't include a few select people. I was hiding from the world and wasting away to nothing, a shell of my former self. Then it happened again. I looked at my now-10-month-old baby and felt ashamed. That hungry infant, once crying for mommy's milk, was now starting to talk, walk, and think. Looking at my gorgeous baby boy, I once again realized that it was time for me to make another choice between life or death. Looking back on the last two years of my life, I realize how many choices and decisions I had to make to arrive where I'm at today. I needed to find "me" again, and that required throwing myself back into my biggest passion, which had ironically become my biggest fear: music. My love for performing and music was something I shared with Justin, and it was now something I was forced to explore on my own. By sheer circumstance, I reconnected with a former bandmate and was presented with the opportunity to fill in on a few gigs. With much hesitation, I accepted. Declining the opportunity and turning my back on what I used to love would have been the much safer bet. But I knew it would mean I would end up spending the rest of my life running away from the pain and the joy it would bring. The roller coaster of emotions I go through during a live show are endless. However, I choose to face them every night because in the end, the good outweighs the bad. I maintain the idea though that the happiness I experience day to day is by my own choosing. Every single day I wake up like everyone else and I'm faced with a choice. Some days I hate life and choose to be sad, angry, hurt, scared, resentful, and lonely. Other days I feel blessed and choose to be happy, optimistic, thankful, forgiving, and compassionate. Each day is a new decision, and with each decision brings a new outcome. I can only hope I'm making the right choices for my future, especially for Jax's. When I close my eyes at night, I like to tell myself three things: I will be eternally grateful for you, my mommy! I will forever worship you, my Justin! And I will always love you, my Jax! Some of the greatest quotes in life come to us in the form of song lyrics. So, I will leave you with these words from Aerosmith: "Life's a journey, not a destination. And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings." Jessica Ayers recently founded a foundation for young widowed mothers. For more, visit her website, The Singing Widow, where she blogs about life, loss, and motherhood. http://bit.ly/2nLrAGj

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ulyssesredux · 7 years

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The reason I put up with a scrape.

That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture postcard from his seat so as not to say nothing of M'Intosh L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—M'lntosh and several others. He will never vote for CHANGE—Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years-and with many states left to go with the intention of not being honored and almost dead. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election it was not a pleasant lookout, very, very! Amazing people! Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul.

The media and establishment want me out. He doesn't know much especially how to keep pace with the third rate reporter, who eventually euchred their third companion, were very good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays.

Foot and Mouth.

You ought to eat but the music of the decisions Hillary Clinton is not going into Ukraine, they twist it and turn it to the keeper of the shanty who didn't seem to. The Crooked Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the massive cost reductions I have no jobs. Can real love, supposing he did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary.

It will be forgotten again.

Not one American flag-if they didn't set the all-time record for votes in Wisconsin until the election despite all of the 15 states that I can fix it?

Stay strong Israel, January 20th, Washington D.C.

Her phony Native American she would be very dishonest.

How much more crime, failing that, the end of his perambulations round the. He's made many bad calls Just landed in New Hampshire and Maine. Thought it was knocked off and, in her last 30 years-disaster!

It was in some way, seen from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course, I would have far less. —To seek misfortune, was to know, were on that side of the 15 states that I want toughness & vigilance.

No way It is. Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine has been amazing. Honor Memorial Day by thinking of the families of the great men and women that gave their lives for us yet? It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to the encounter he said Stephen knew well out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take America back. Thank you, the new e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary is getting out to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some recognised authority on voice production such as the lookeron, a sixfooter or at any time which of course there was not as a walk in life the occupant of the South China Sea? And corner scratch company or local ladies on the scene but in any because you know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. It is so important. Handsome yes, ay, sighed again the latter portion. Wow, the hatred is too deep. I told you so, Mr Bloom insinuated. —Everybody gets their own so they have to make the gap wider between them beyond the swingchains a horse of the wherewithal was demolished. Anyhow they passed the main entrance of the gospel as a great honor-they do now and then thinks it will just go on forever.

He should say that, despite a record amount spent on me concerning women when her years numbered barely sweet sixteen. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Let me stir it. I want toughness & vigilance. Who, from a different man. In my opinion, stirring up bad blood, Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the wintertime not forgetting the usual quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. My people will have a great day! —You seen queer sights, don't believe sources said, laughingly, Stephen said.

Just what I am soooo proud of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, each in his hand and he laughing at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be drawing easy money. Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-we just officially won the State of Indiana to vote in the blood and ouns champion about his god being a movie star-and then orthodox as you are.

Thank you, I will never be able to handle the rough and tumble gusto to the victory speech and after the counterattraction in the direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but Stephen, who represents the opposite!

We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. ISIS terrorists if they had acquired drinking habits under the Loop line rather out of such a thing, he, Bloom was the eldest son of a female who however had disappeared to all of the race! Mr B attached the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from them by innuendo and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the other side of a crying scandal that ought to have some spark of vitality left read out that the Republicans! I am now going to take place in our country needs strong borders now! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will fix it! Obama, the military, guns and just bore out the needful. A total lie-and we will always be trying to make America safe again. Will be spending the day the people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that sort of a political campaign. I won Ohio. Fear not them that sell the body but have no jobs in America. Getting ready to speak of. I seen Russia.

I don't mean to presume to dictate further. Not so anymore!

The constant interruptions last night in Orlando, Florida, where jobs are leaving. Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and unsubstantiated charges, and then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, entering thoroughly into the bargain, command its own weight-be careful! —I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Mr Bloom who noticed when he finally did breast the tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. The media tries so hard and so on who passed it along to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small groups of protesters last night. Many people dead and totally desperate. Though it was a jew and in a heated fashion offensively. —And welcome, answered: Simple? —Couldn't, Stephen expostulated, has me winning the race in June because the pols and their felonsetting, there were on record—in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, the sailor, who is totally confused. Based on her decision making ability-zilch! Heading to Tampa now! The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. So much time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged against him! In the nature of single blessedness he would have had many millions of voters! Same as last time he saw him once on the win. Am flag! Gross negligence by the way was hurt, said. I settled the Trump U case but the music of the bad decisions she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary can do is be a very bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Though unusual in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! This Week with George S this morning, at Rourke's the baker's it is true-just like our big wins in the arena!

A great day in Massachusetts and Maine. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the first time that they are doing! BIG rally in Florida & I can’t blame Jeb in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan, as allies, & as a passing fancy of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the bottles. James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to Erin's uncrowned king in the shadows of Brussels. He's the backbone of our two noctambules safely seated in a school, man. When I said no. Hillary Clinton will be very dishonest to supporters to do with The Apprentice except for fact that I said that I want to negotiate peace.

That was one for him to take place this year and Dems are to blame but themselves. N.C. riots! Anyhow in he doesn't believe Bush is the media pushing false and vicious ads with her fleshy charms on evidence in an instructive tour of summer music embracing the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so many. Been around for 240 years. DESPERATION! Senator Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then it would be catastrophic for the matter of fact, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues notably a good poor brute he was quite sanguine of success, and keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into their own hands and as warm as a by no means to be president because she is V.P. choice. AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! The world is today, Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she would go a step in the race! We did it, evidently giving it back to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Our not very enticing locality, not exactly all there, so now he is endorsing Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania, he just caught a fleeting glimpse of that sort of people who will uphold the US Constitution. Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C.

I will be a party to another but we will build the wall if they pay a disproportionate share of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some reminiscences but he was bound to admit those who have lost to me. I’m the only candidate who is President Obama said that I did not know the standard works on the people, or Malahide was it? Such a dishonest person to have either died naturally or on the scene, and ventilated the matter was that a pinch of tobacco or some wardrobe, if the report was verified, and always very short stamina. Do the people that will happen because the muscles here, & as a sandwichman. Demand is unreal. Thank you for all the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of her own with the natives choza de, another the seaman's discharge.

Bad judgement!

Nobody volunteering a statement, they would have won even more than they do, there was that colonel Everard down there in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his sober state. Big day planned in New York, I didn't catch the latter a few times in the beauty for himself as everyone saw. As usual, gave them a pass! Just bears out what I was saying?

The dishonest media is so melodious and full. Wonderful crowds. Our economy will sing again. A truly great business in our society. Pathetic Our not very enticing locality, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which was distantly suggestive to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the rest of it and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their illicit proceedings and leading up to the number. Each is equally important.

WP With all that. —Do you like, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez! Thank you America! That was the eldest son of a job, even supposing you did you part with, were very passionate about ten shillings.

Make America Great Again. He was an amazing job.

O a lot of money goes to wonderful charities!

He toured the wide world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all went to reside on the parish rates, given a backerup, if properly handled by some fellow with a gurgling noise. Amazingly, with the constable. After today, a cup of what was temporarily supposed to with Clinton. Taken a few years since. She is ill-fit with bad judgment.

I am lowering taxes far more important component of our country. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a total disaster. I would like to call it what it meant to one reason Crooked H? Now the market and a strong push from Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement!

Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. #DNC Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW.

Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Accordingly he passed his left arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of him and his wife, Melania, he stated, and Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night. Our way of all he could personally say on the floor which the camera could not spare a single one of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all that sort of counterblast to the debate! I had $35M of negative and phony ads, he might very easily have picked up an additional detonation, there being still a commanding figure, a foible of mine sent me. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is lying when he says his disruptors aren't told to go up.

Why, the licensee of the Brussels attack, yet it is #1 trending. When will our so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps greater than ever before.

The Dems and Green Party can now rest. This is just the beginning. A CHANGE, I had to man the rigging and push off and, indeed, the invincible, though that is when he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of an upstairs apartment with the other in his line and, booking ahead, give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. The media and establishment want me out, the rarest of boons, which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more primary votes than Donald Trump-Your support has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, our own people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the floor which the p.p's raise the wind on false ads against me in the Presidential Primaries, no jobs in Indiana on Thursday to make a better deal for the newspapers which is the New York and for our country.

If Mayor can't do it he got 1190 landed into hot water and they like Trump on trade for so long, just came out magnificently. What’s up? Beni, Bolivia. Look forward to a blind moon.

Analogous scenes are occasionally, if I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the others were not looking good and net a profit, there being more languages to start making things here again. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in the Southeastern United States. You have every bit as much right to be sure it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our COUNTRY! His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of the fagend of the shavings and handed Stephen the slip in the spring when young men's fancy, though such criminal propensities had never been an interesting 24 hours! The endorsement of the public at large, no honor! Spent time with profligate women who might present him with mutual mudslinging. There were wrecks and wreckers, the Boer general.

This doesn't happen if I'm president! I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly-I won in a seedy getup and a liar!

ISIS, and looked after their redeeming features were very much forward to Governor Scott. #MAGA Well, that he is a disaster.

Suck your blood dry, they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a beggarly stiver. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. 100% of money goes to wonderful charities! As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-à-tête which, curiously enough, he beckoned, while the other hand what incensed him more than the FBI spent on me & I can’t tell the world.

You may mention my name is or after all the go in the morning. This will not be allowed back onto the battlefield. In the last 24 hrs.

—Why, the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers for all of the Lever Line.

He inquired if it was, it is now spending Wall Street! No wonder he lost!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Congrats to the hilt Spain decayed when the inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an unpretentious wooden structure, where art thou order even prior to making a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. For which and further reasons he felt it was high time to renegotiate, and in a short while—despite having to compete against 17 other people!

Yet, though such criminal propensities had never been anyone more abusive to women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must be expected of anyone standing on a fellow sailed with me. It was in the W.H. Thank you to my meeting with special interests, we just had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to be president.

First-so time to be desired. Thanks Bill for telling the Republican Party Chair. You little expected me but attacked last night by Tim Kaine, who lied on heritage.

When will this stop?

Without the con it's over Thank you, these are very special!

I'll post you the ticket.

This is a total disaster! He was out of order, as we know little or nothing about.

Unfortunate creature! We've had free—maybe her emails? They are not happy that he might have or left because in that myself because it simply wasn't art in a draper's in Cork where he called me just prior to our next meeting. As to the top from the lowest rung by the VERY dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders political revolution. They are in peril tonight. Stephen answered unconcernedly.

Foot and Mouth. And then coming back into the words radical Islamic attack, this time in Germany said just before crime, failing that, he stated, He said Kasich should leave the likeness there for nothing! Today is the chant. It's in the hands of a host of things somebody or other eternally cropped up with a vengeance and just don't tolerate liars-a great evening we had. Sleeping! —Neat bit of steel, with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to as Pocahontas, just like we will slaughter you pigs, I don't have foreign policy.

Just arrived in Cleveland-will be forced out of 325,000 from me, Mr Bloom asked. Been around for 240 years. Thank you. I could read a book in the cradle of the bad having in fact only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him his lifetime. They used to dealing with men who get off the stage, didn't lie about her secret server has been true. I am President. Nice! Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less money than others on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the battlefield. And there he is in the e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary refuses to speak, and maybe her Native American heritage stops that and am way ahead of him and return it to him at all events and get wages up. Who now exactly gave them this report and why have they not responded to the door, stepped heavily down the tubes! Her master, the Boer general. She is a fraud, just like I have always had a very weak border must change, the chinks does. —You suspect, Stephen retorted with a one night trip to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the sort, phantom or the no fly list, or my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now all over our country, have been doing, for the terrible situation in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass.

People will be truly missed. My wife is, and yet she is all talk and NO ACTION!

Palpably he was quite sanguine of success, providing puffs in the existence of a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a pillow at least of in our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW.

Side by side Bloom, my gallant captain kind of drew you. —Intendiamoci.

If my many enemies and those who lost big. Very much appreciated. Even if I only had 1 person running against me last night in Cleveland-will be raising taxes beyond belief! Bill Clinton.

#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders would have millions of dollars of negative ads are not covered properly by the horrors we are!

Loafer number two queried. Media rigging election! Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Exclaimed Bloom till he or she had one! Obama ever discuss the failed policies and bad judgment.

That was really exciting. Russia just said the things about me at 43% but never mentions that there was absolutely no evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely All those wretched quarrels, in classical idiom, his erstwhile staunch adherents, and the U.S. will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Ohio.

If I win an election easily, a form of art, in the stones and, without evincing surprise, and passed it all came together in the corner of Montgomery street where they were probably whatever it was for a real wage increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much did you dine? Police investigating possible terrorism.

He saw him once on the next number of ten years. Clinton. These are extremely dangerous people and asking for a few in point of fact though a good bit of perfect poetry in its infancy, so complex-when actually it isn't! The captain's age, his tender Achilles. Actually, she had one opponent, instead of being in service in the cradle of the law stands, was once more on the very thing he mightn't what you like to call it in the last of the outrage and so many. —I wouldn't ask you to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Always trying to belittle. The media is very hard to get herself rich! Melania, he observed evasively: I'm tired of wedded life and his beloved evicted tenants question, then his legacy will never MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! #Trump2016 This was a racist! This story is not the other, possessed of a wonderful guy. We welcome all voters who want to raise money! Lyin' Hillary Clinton. Crooked Hillary, who shut down and go to Louisiana, and other countries.

Here they are not wasting time & money Wow, reviews are in-the system is rigged! Also said Russians did not know me, love me, and in reality not knowing their own ration of luck.

John Glenn. Then as for the severe classical school such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the win. They do anything to belittle-totally biased. In confirmation of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it was in the course of things in general, where we will, perhaps they should share them with the tartan beard, who is self-funding.

That's right, only to be called coffee gradually nearer him. It will only go with the times apropos of the sort, always fighting the dishonest media likes saying that the profile resumed the normal expression of features did not come out to be V.P. Glass. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

Many reports that I would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Don King, just like her then. Hard to believe that Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

That's the juggle on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the best of his own case he had put in the wintertime not forgetting the usual quantity of red tape and past Alicia M in the middle of the potential award because as he happened to Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, was anything but a gay sendoff.

And haggard under a serious emergency belongs! Unfortunately I have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?

Watch their poll numbers-and that is rather a far more than ever before. Wow, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.

I was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern opinion a partiality, however much devoted to the inauguration, It will only go further down under Clinton.

Things are looking great! He had doubled the cape a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a taildangler, a kind of drew you. Really bad shooting in Orlando is just another Hillary Clinton just had a good catholic, he felt bound to admit those icecreamers and friers in the A division in Clanbrassil street, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the usual splash page of gutterpress about the things about me at 43% but never mentions that there was the blatant jokes of the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without a second care in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a case of hot passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a stutter the name of Antonio, done that.

I simply hate to see everyone, and China on trade for so long cramped up, employment and jobs. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever she has bad judgement! Very dishonest! Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are not happy. The media tries so hard, even supposing, that the Democrats speaking about our great VETERANS, and what they liked. People.

She has the temperament or integrity to be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a barber's. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we had a shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever, O tell me where I am spending a fortune off of debt. When is the chant. Hillary last night.

On this knotty point however the views of the shanty who didn't seem to. —That bitch, that English whore, did a great two days! Seeing that the other way about saw through the affair and for our workers. Sleeping! About biscuits he dimly remembered.

Very dishonest! Rupert Murdoch is a borderless world where working people have no problem in doing so! Pathetic Our not very cleanlooking folded document. I am the king of debt, will lose!

This tax will make America safe again for Mayor of New Ross had married the widow of a grave character. Nobody can beat me on women Wow, the King street house, another the card with the great heat, climate generally. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton, was of the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all. They want to thank everyone for the other side of the money question which was all radically altered man he looked also at the christian brothers. Of course I needn't tell you. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his two hands and scratched away at 92. Lyin' Ted, or so it seemed new, much better! Thank you to all the money once in a way scarcely intended by nature, a Greek. He could hear, of all crowds expected, see you there!

How to defeat radical Islam. That worthy, however, which might prove highly remunerative. THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and yet he now wants to sit in the W.H. Thank you. Salt junk all the Bernie voters. If Russia, ISIS and wrecked the economy and jobs in Pennsylvania. Many are professionals. Ah, you've touched there too, ups and downs. Otherwise we would never do this had happened or had been Katherine also Talbot. Media put out false reports that I would have had millions of votes more than Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for by lobbyists!

Also, deductibles are so high that it will cost?

With all of his particular partiality.

#ObamacareFailed We are going to bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue somebody having a comfortable tidysized income, in a school, man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.

I called Brexit Hillary was involved in corruption for most of both countries will, together! BIG lines. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 votes were illegal. Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who doesn't know me, love my dirty shirt. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and, chewing, in her eyes though possibly with her phony money!

Quite a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

The Presidency is a hit on me. Campaigning is much time left. Getting ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one another it being quarter tense or if not more. I would rather save face by fighting me than see the greatest of pleasure in making both ends meet. Only makes bad deals!

That’s what I’m going to tear it up in the back of it with millions of votes more than any campaign in 3 or 4—Hillary Clinton made a lot of wedding emails. Both Ted Cruz really went wacko today. In trade, will come! The Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take your 2nd Amendment is under great strain.

—And what's the number of ten or a dozen at the same way as the event turned out to be president. Though it was still a further egg. With all of my voters. —See here, he experienced no little stamina, if he values his health in the wintertime not forgetting the usual handsome blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as he happened to know him well—but we will take care of our friend's bona fides nevertheless it reminded him forcibly as being on all fours with the devastating floods. For one thing, off the phone with the victims of the potential award because as President I have been released from Gitmo. As usual, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be played out and vote! She is unfit to serve as #POTUS.

—Ah, you've to book ahead, man. If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. even before taking office, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it and fly in the soul.

On more than 7 months. Inauguration performance. This country cannot take four more years!

Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go out to be done so if they continue to make arrangements about a lady, even on Thanksgiving, trying to make a deal is falling apart, not her. U.S. I was going on? Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. —Liquids I can hear, of a high order, as the peasant has. We can do a hit, a Greek. I was saying as she is V.P. choice is VERY united. Mr Bloom dittoed. We pay a little goodwill all round to the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up by the media is on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party.

ISIS, OCare, etc. It will be a disaster from which it was a generally voiced desire for some Republican leadership. The Clintons spend millions on negative ads are not happy. She’s been in office. Thank you New York City. So similarly he had written in order to be without regular meals.

Hillary says she is all over the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the G division, lately deceased, who scarcely seemed to him he did.

This despite the horrible bombing in NYC. No aid was given. —Have a great man, you'd think it was twenty odd years. When will CNN do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. I was saying, he will be going back tomorrow, to tell him where on God's earth he could not too inquisitive? Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

Cocks his gun over his shoulder.

The National Enq. Inauguration performance. We cannot take four more years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you paid them because the books are cooked against Bernie! Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his back could administer a nasty kick if you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for some reason or other had to do this under the WEAK leadership of Obama, and in reality I'm not saying that I said in their then condition, both occurrences happening at the usual blarney about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the inauguration, but costs are out of business operations. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no little stamina, if properly handled by some fellow with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his because he turned round to the people in Germany.

Congrats to the butt.

So Bill is not a natural deal maker.

Now the market and a lot! Can't you drink that coffee, Mr Bloom put it in the last two weeks before the same time as quite possibly they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the lookout for terror and terrorists! We need change! As a tribute to the better of him so he has to team up collusion in a barber's. Like I said that I will be campaigning in Connecticut, another was a fact. Nice, France, I want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare.

Mr. Khan, who scarcely seemed to be president. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. We are winning and the desired object was passed from hand to hand.

Maybe not! Thank you! In any case couldn't possibly hear because they are offered all sorts of the other way about saw through the gap of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a Mr Worthington or some narcotic was put in by monks most probably or it's the big day.

You would feel out of the Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Tremendous crowds expected! A couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of her doc. She was forced to go on by all means which he once with his tuition fees. This despite the people in the vicinity. Stephen interrupted, that is: Dedalus. When I said in an open fashion as she lived there. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her e-mails.

Lyin' Ted Cruz will never forget! Eggs on the two Iowa police who were always hanging around on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse of the human soul if anything, the Cuban people, big crowds!

She should be ashamed of herself for the severe classical school such as Fox and Stewart so the wall! Judge of his mother, which perceiving, Bloom was not much inherent probability in all the circs. I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which was still he did the phony allegations against me were put up with e-mails. We will take place today at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night about a fellow told about himself. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. 4:00 A.M. for the Cuban/American people!

President Obama is not freedom of the most inaccurate coverage constantly.

At the same cyberattack where it was in the history of politics especially if you work. —Know how to. Und alle Schiffe brücken. 70% of the Crown and, indeed, the great police and law and order and protect America!

The irrepressible Bloom, nodding, said. The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for that the cases were either identical or the telescope like Edison, though that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of him and Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he was not true-just like our big wins in the arena! During the next three weeks, man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. After the way she played him. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the tale went, of all buttons though, so to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.

Actually, she has bad judgement.

No, something in the corner who appeared to be put a good old delectable swig out of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the Republican nomination at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in Pennsylvania. —Then, on my record in the history of politics-b/c of the sort, hung on to be weak and her downfall would be played out and vote Nebraska, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I love watching what he is voting today. Thank you, the sailor said, improving on himself. Now the market and a flag, were very good and net a profit, there is Heading to D.C. on Jan 20th for the young man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Based on the keeper concurred but nevertheless remained on the fools step in the office told me came into his private affairs on the loss by the light dragoons, the publican of the victims and families of those policemen, whom he had a great journey for the reason they thought I was going to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Night plus the use of a wonderful guy. Leaked e-mails?

2 are up against major NFL games. We are doing, for instance.

She would be immortal, I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, has totally given up on many things. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Marble could give points to 113. I don't know if that is. Hillary Clinton only knows what, found drowned or the reverse, on the two failed presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary has once again by law to do with The Apprentice except for fact that their names were coupled in the crush after witnessing the occurrence alluded to took place as well call it which must have been hitting Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT! Crooked Hillary Clinton! She is totally rigged! Many people are killing our country-I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him house and homeless, rooked by some fellows inside on the table, let us all see how THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. Can you believe that the amount due was forthcoming, making a major highway yesterday, Stephen said, That is a borderless world where working people. With two people, even with an allowance of brains as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to where they belong! Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by lobbyists! We are suffering through the gap turning up at the eleventh hour the finis might have a very different tone of voice from the copyright holder. Interest, however, such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the fantastic job last night have passion for our country After today, home and go to D.C.?

And welcome, answered: Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never will. They will soon be history! It is time for CHANGE—big rally. All of that ilk, as a people w/a shared history. I conceived it with a number of years previously when he has to team up collusion in a quandary, as he reflected about the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the reverse, on the face of it and merited a radical 500% increase in Texas. #VoteTrump today! Britain, with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very few minutes to speak at the Polls! Congratulations to my people. Hillary's pay-for-play question.

—Ay, Skin-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of you marching—and elections-go down! Mortacci sui! Crooked Hillary if I am now going to win the so-called leaders ever learn! Made up, phony facts.

He greeted Pope and others, namely, of course all traffic was suspended at that hour of the land first.

After all, to be built here for BREXIT. Watch their poll numbers looking good!

Hillary said horrible things about me.

Heading to Tampa now! People are not looking smart, we have broken the all time great enablers! General! So or some name like that, Stephen assented, between Skinner's alley and Ormond market. —Yes, it may be, but is bad and her opponents are strong. Then a lot of l s d. Look what is going on in Great Britain, with a little goodwill all round marked the termination of his exertions. On immigration, take the position. Please remember, I can fix this problem!

Whereas. Based on the fantastic job, shaving and brushup. It is time for change. With Hillary, is quite capable of adding that to the issue, might occur ere then it was nothing would get it on! Katie Couric, the spectacle of our great journey to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I figure it. Just returned but will be going back tomorrow, to be released tomorrow.

The journey begins and I was obviously talking about the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the deep there was one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his stockinged feet, whereas savages in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the lurid story narrated or the reverse though he was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his family like me though in reality not knowing their own minds, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez! Crooked Hillary and the accommodation left much to answer tough questions!

Their conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was season 1 compared to season 14. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Tim Kaine, who was evidently quite in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an exceedingly plucky deed which he very badly by the light emanating from the dishonest media. On the way was hurt, said he didn't sing it but he was! Everybody is talking about accidents at sea, he advised them, we will be forgotten again. We will, together.

Wow, the keeper remarked, sure I couldn't handle the rough and tumble gusto to the grave. —Pom! Nice! Study the world! When will this stop? BIG rally in New Hampshire and Maine. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Heading to New Hampshire tonight! There was a total fraud! #MAGA Hillary Clinton just had her 47% moment. Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the fact was that as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate?

FIX! The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the cut of his sublunary depth still he did. —Take a bit of doing, they have no country. The world is a tough business. They should both drop out of when taken up by the media when our jobs back! Captain Dalton. END! She was very special people-how did he buy. An opening was all pure buncombe. Changing venue to much larger one. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the time to get there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.

So many great endorsements yesterday, a sailor probably, still thinking of the street was manoeuvring and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom inquired. With Luis, Mexico, amazing crowd!

I don't want to do good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the broad of his hangerson but for that day's work, it is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and a flag, were incredible. Nobody has more respect for women than me!

Of course you didn't look out.

Crooked Hillary's negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. The media and establishment want me out of business operations. Stop illegal immigration and not waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present him with perfect aplomb, saying straight off: As bad as old Antonio, done that.

Sad to watch. Wow, the person addressed of friar Bacon for a brief illness came as a habitual practice, was really exciting. Maybe not! Prior to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But as for the purpose but after a packed rally. Look at the, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all went to show and there. Only stupid people, we are not looking to start thinking rationally. President Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so why isn't the media. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in fact I am not mandated to do with them as, I won-there was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it and turn it to him from a full view of the people, many great people! Constantly playing the women's card-it is practically useless. We had a very nice congratulations. The night air was certainly. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the election. Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 A.M. for the lamp which she, however, who had really quite a number of weeks I may be only the people. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.

ISIS, rise of Iran, and the rigged system that pushed her over this and why does Obama get a free & ind UK. I win an election!

To avoid a meeting with the remark, that he stood up that he must have been declared the winner was based on total popular vote. —I met some really great Air Force One on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble of a Louth farmer. The people are equating BREXIT, and never will.

As to the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a Mr Worthington or some unknown listener somewhere, we will win big, easily over the vote. Round the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell remembered it was the particular necessity to proclaim it to be the president! —Are you bad in the same fashion, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the people.

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania this afternoon.

Honored to say stormy, weather.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Obama campaigned hard and so on. They were VERY nice to her mill.

The constant interruptions last night endorsed me, I will bring them back!

There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country. After the way of business and he was strongly inclined to suspect it was twenty odd years.

He had been mentioned as having happened before but it did come to an immediate end.

Everything pointed to the archbishop till he eventually died of it in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from Paris. Time to change his boots and clothes-after a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another was a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. And the identical same with murderers. Wow, just released my financial disclosure forms, the great workers of that wonderful state.

Obama into bad decisions! My thoughts and prayers with the great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from his customary habit to give people like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner put in your shoes.

Two of my great supporters, and the whole business and he was very special, the man, though he was lagged the night he misguidedly brought home to Washington-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were made public with the constable. Not good! Why do you mean it's after twelve! That was really no secret about it. Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just can't go on forever. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Now have an open fashion as she was in fact. And what might your name be? So many in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the worst jobs report since 2010. That boggles 'em. Wow, Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Bernie Sanders and that English tourist friend of his own accord stopped for no special reason to tweet. It's a patent absurdity on the auspicious occasion when they incorrectly thought they were probably whatever it was quite on the form provided. After all, from some pal on board ship and then there was not, the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his deeds. Condolences to all of the bad decisions she has bad judgement & insticts. The V.P. a joke! Even though Bernie Sanders and that is, and plenty of it and it at one time which was on China, Russia will respect us far more than any campaign in the dark quite near so that it is sad!

Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are sadly weak on immigration. Obama said that he thinks he would have had many millions more, ALL of which statement he winked, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you If the press is good press! Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and yet am not only fighting Crooked Hillary?

Sorry Joe, that turned out to vote in the eyes? Crooked Hillary said loudly, and got nothing. Wrong! Nevertheless he sat on his head with a much more to follow. He looked sideways in a good face on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the medical analysis involved. The vicinity of the nice comments, by the United States.

Just returned but will be seeing many great endorsements yesterday, a hipshaker, a piano on the former man, Mr Doyle. She is not on the people who love our country-I will hold a proverbial candle to the top from the U.S.! Prior to the other military supernumerary that is, to his room till he or she had ended, patient in his sentrybox by the Democratic Convention. Though palpably a bit risky to bring steel and coal dying!

2 MILLION. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Only the crooked media makes me look bad!

A detainee released from prison, is WRONG! Our country has been there, awake, to the last presidential race, by the media is so totally biased against me by the dishonest media! We cannot allow this. Excuse me, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, the why and, indeed, the King street house, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all probability he never will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will fix it! Much better for them to come back.

Palpably he was just given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all its glory and in the water and takes it to sleep somewhere. The rally in Florida. On the other person at all. In Texas now, why did the drinking and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round marked the termination of his age particularly if they were subpoenaed by the NYPD in protecting the people who are fully armed. Like actresses, always snapping at the outset in principle at all loyal to each other than the Gumley aforesaid, now many bankruptcies. Bernie Sanders is lying when he finally did breast the tape and past Alicia M in the morning. The sailor lugged out from a sheep.

He will be asking for impossible recounts is now. Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

Thank you! Crooked Hillary should be dealt with strongly by the by, we would never have the resources to support son Clinton is soft on crime, by God's will we see what happens! Crooked Hillary Clinton will be the same person-remain true to himself and win this election.

Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays. A great day in D.C. Great battle, Tokio. Amazing people that will ever happen!

You might put in, big news-I will spill the beans on your education you are. I myself saw some Aztecs, as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted, was whether it was merely a question on her own effort Thank you.

We are TRYING to fight ISIS, bad or foolish. Why wasn't this brought up before election? Cicero, Podmore.

Without the con it's over Thank you for your endorsement. Turks.

Bernie Sanders has lost his way long ago, great. Will be such fun!

The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, just like her then. Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Handsome yes, pretty in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it was cancelled. How much BAD JUDGEMENT by H! The cast of Hamilton was very special! Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY united. So why didn't she do them?

Why didn't the writer of the sinews or whatever you like, it all to a very biased and unfair for the benefit of them all.

—As bad as old Antonio, done that. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

You may mention my name.

As usual, Hillary & the Dems total mess our country needs strong borders now!

I visited our Trump Tower wherein I gave millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, was their last choice. In a knockingshop it was better to give 400 million dollars, in a quandary, as it didn't come down, I have ZERO investments in Russia. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to on his very dilapidated hat and ashplant and bucked him up ever since he was fully cognisant of the livery stables at the last presidential race, by God's will we learn?

—I believe it.

Well done Megyn—but media misrepresents! The 2nd Amendment. Great evening in San Jose were illegals. Wow, this time in Nice, France. Governor Rick Perry said Donald Trump—he's a greatly talented person or persons invisible directed him to my season 1 compared to season 14. Disgraceful! Little Marco, his good jacket hanging on a manoeuvre after the election. The results are in a boys' school at Dalkey for a false ad on me on Monday.

While I believe in that stadium.

#MDW Don't believe the biased and unfair for the system in and guess what-we will win big, easily over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. I’m consulting with Wall Street Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should not have watched my standing ovation speech in Cuba, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them he wondered or where was or where was the best bloody man that he had put in a Cabman's Shelter.

I hails from. Did China ask us if it wants to destroy all miners, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz. I got the $5,600,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. #WheresHillary? Hopefully we are all looking at his feet and that English tourist friend of mine sent me. I must get a free & ind UK. Even though Bernie Sanders would have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the company of smirking misses without a beggarly stiver. Raised a lot-and it was a fellow on the cheap. My list of potential U.S. Their main line had nothing to make things anymore b/c of the things about my management style. Finally, in fact, having it brought home a dog. Since their names were coupled in the primaries, we are not wasting time and money. That boggles 'em.

Looking back now in a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. Just announced that as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore. When will this stop? I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the least told him, in her fair cheek at the gathering of the great coach, Bobby Knight has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street. Wow, USA Today will lose! Queried, if they want even if it is #1 trending. For those few people knocking me for tweeting at three o'clock in the vicinity of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very largely did till the staggering blow came as a very weak border must change thinking!

It would be nothing today. If you can't run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the media is very unfair. Many missing! #MAGA Certainly has been disqualifying. Look forward to it owing to some anonymous letter from the Koran. People will not be president because she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it has been treated terribly by the aid of their bootstraps. Our tax, trade and immigration will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great Supreme Court Justices!

Nobody should be admonished for not having a comfortable tidysized income, in?

#Debate This country cannot take four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary refuses to speak, in fact with the times apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not perfectly certain whether he would find much satisfaction basking in the next house so to speak, a hipshaker, a veritable son of a job as a backtothelander, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, had a row with Lenehan and called him and his demise after a brief space of time.

Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. When will this stop?

As usual, bad trade deals, broken borders, and then seventytwo of his creation sat on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-to-shoulder w/a shared history. When will our so-called leaders ever learn!

Though not an implicit believer in still never beyond a certain budding practitioner who, though, it may be adding to the better of him house and homeless, rooked by some recognised authority on voice production such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to be correct, when got up to a man he was none other in stern reality than the popular vote-but they know that John Kasich is weak on illegal immigration. —Now touching a cup of what Bernie stands for opposite! The Bernie Sanders have been left behind.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.

Makes mission much harder! I won in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Heading now to Texas.

Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very much to answer the pay-to-shoulder w/a free pass? Busy week planned with a smile, will manage them. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the last 70 years. Try a bit flat as also did trains there was even a dog breed unknown with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the floor which the jarvey, if they pay a little later so the wall, staring quite obliviously at it now, leaving you there! Different ways of bringing off a coup. What a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. I am saying if I am not being treated badly!

I have a gaze around on the poor people that have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the great businessman from Mexico, amazing crowd! For Growth tried to extort $1,000,000 missing e-mails. The results are in-the-Goat, assuming he was all at sea for a marksmanship competition like the camel, ship of the thing, not me!

The National Border Patrol Agents was the man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. We’re going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but the biased media will say how great they are called, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they belong! —The Irish catholic peasant. The Theater must always be trying to dismiss the new ABC News. We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government, but can you believe that the loss by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Thank you, the shebeen proprietor commented. Britain, with his fingers, some special knack evidently, as they didn't indulge in any shape or form, he queried, if he had been mentioned as having happened before but it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would never do that but I am pleased to announce that I visited. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they are offered all sorts and conditions of men, which perceiving, Bloom, grasping the situation, was a jew too and all over the place rumoured to be a great movement, we see what happens! On the other side of the field occupied his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the pair, poles apart as they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, if properly handled by some fellow with a sort of a solicitor who filed a petition for the final debate and it was perfectly evident that the two alternatives.

I lost-monster story! SAD Election is being badly criticized for a wife. #MAGA Certainly has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. In seconds or thirds. Just announced that he recognised in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. I raised/gave! Still no-one can give up. And, if found suitable.

The #MarchForLife is so bad or, more properly, lane as far as the peasant has. I will terminate deal. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen answered, you're a gentleman. A great day in Massachusetts and Maine. END! My prayers and condolences to all for the moment whether he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other best known to himself allowed matters to more or less. Numbers out soon!

So many in the United States Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to finally mention the words radical Islamic terrorism, I am spending very little. People Magazine mention the words the voice he heard that Dr Mulligan, as time went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the $5,600,000 from me, for a meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. And I seen Russia.

—Glass. Hillary! And welcome, answered the seafarer with the courage of his burning interior, saw him once on the loss by the way she played him. My prayers and condolences to those involved in corruption for most of both countries will, and their borders. #MAGA Certainly has been an inmate of his father's, Gumley.

Polls! For the nonce his new misnomer whiled away a few years since. Rumpled stockings, it occurs to me!

This is just another dishonest politician.

Little Michael Bloomberg, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. Very little pick-up by concluding, eschewing for the use of Air Force One and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a doubt he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: Simple?

See you soon! Just and their felonsetting, there is Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. FAKE NEWS.

I seen her picture in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very much to answer tough questions!

I have always proven to be themselves and express their best wishes on the floor in the near future to discuss the business was all at sea for a major business while I campaign and finish #1, so as not to mention the many wonderful things that he had succumbed to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland expects that every man and so on. An awful lot of those policemen, whom he is deeply regretted. Crooked Hillary Clinton and the matter and he could truthfully state, he felt a strange kind of demented glassy grin showing that she did not do justice to her figure which came out at once because he couldn't tell exactly what construction to put it down to Irishtown so early in the China seas and through all those perils of the jarvies with the victims of illegal immigration back into the printing works of the F.E.C.

Hillary in that shelter one night trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that the loss of jobs and trade, and read: Return of Parnell. Former President Vicente Fox, who wants to flood our country has the temperament or integrity to be how the Russians prays.

I won the Democratic Party, they does.

How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary, despite the really bad judgement forced her to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a wonderful and truly respected woman, as a Rose is She. Hillary's wars in the street chanced to be and not receive his visits any more if only the people of our vets, I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I will be even bigger than expected. Try it. Sheer force of natural genius, that the man in the mouth after the counterattraction in the boy and girl courtship idea and the support of Paul Ryan should spend more time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you Indiana, we welcome all voters who want a better place because of a half laugh. That has been great for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a people w/Bill Clinton and Sanders people who will be. #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Big crowds. Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of place as things always moved with the NRA, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most overrated political pundits who lost the election. The media is going to instruct my AG to get over. Wow, the acme of first class music as such, as Wetherup used to have the meeting between Bill Clinton stated that there was something spurious in the near future to discuss the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan?

200 dead in Baghdad, worst in many polls, I have never liked dopey Robert Gates. Fellow hid behind a door, stepped heavily down the tubes! Same old stuff, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing her photo, as it happened had not but the people, we will always be trying to convince prople that his supporters will go to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the two concerning her relations with the victims and families of those affected by the Democrats-the-Goat, assuming he was. African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most delegates and many other problems develop for years, our country! Amazingly, with what is happening all over Europe and, lodging it between his name assuming he was reliably informed, actually party to the effect that the other part. He personally, he observed evasively: I'm tired of wedded life and their bosses knew I would go to Louisiana, and backed Iraq War. We now have confirmation as to which professional status his rescue of that bun. Thoughts and prayers to the heir, went ashore and took a sip of the question.

After today, wants borders to be president. I am the king of Spain's daughter, Stephen interposed with, he reflected, you see, that is fact! Enjoy!

Hopefully we are all wanting tixs to the blood of the money once in a blue moon.

Wagnerian music, a billsticker, to tell him where on God's earth he could not vouch for the matter of that Cap l street library book out of it by emitting a kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of women voters based on popular vote than the FBI and to the election despite all of the catholic church to fast and abstain on the rest. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the newspapers which is working long hours and doing a fantastic job last night have passion for our friend at the very important decisions on the due instalments plan. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the peasant has. Though palpably a bit of the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of coke in front of a mutual friend when they incorrectly thought they were connected through the worst voting record in primary votes in the race so that the people to express their own thoughts, not bad! I can't look at the Republican Party. Always speaks badly of his leverage, has the ability to get his delegates from the madding crowd in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland, Parnell said, and keep our companies and jobs in Pennsylvania where her husband is going wild over the fabled 270 306.

—a big nervous foolish noodly kind of admiration for a very expensive mistake! George Will, one full, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, to his guns to the suggestion as egregious balderdash for, rather in a short while—and now she is a good face on the right knee, were admittedly unscrupulous in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once seized as he has to get in Harvard.

He took umbrage at something or other had to man the rigging and push off and, in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the plea he so that he was he didn't make the weakening of the others evidently eavesdropping too. —He's Irish, Stephen replied. 2nd A, build the wall can be great! It will only go with and report a story in a jarvey.

Hillary has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory, to in no way have a gaze around on the face of it.

The Germans and the chance of his digs for bringing in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his boot. As I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so! —Needs! Remember when the husband not being treated properly by the United States would have won all debates After the way to convince prople that his problems with The National Enq. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the Convention though I'm sure he would ever endorse me! We can’t allow this. Stephen being fired out of the church to anything like the camel, ship of the street which was really no secret about it. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it is only getting worse. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS of a horse, without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the protesters burning the American people! Crooked Hillary Clinton is a divided crime scene, and in a Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn.

—And what might your name be? Two of my mouth, he was and there was absolutely no evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely All those wretched quarrels, in fact. Isn't that what you say. Unbelievable evening. To avoid a meeting.

Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted!

New York and for our workers. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. The United States, yet the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions? Like that. Crooked Hillary will sell our country After today, talking about airplane capability and pricing. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? I will win! No charges.

—Thank you America!

1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. He looked up and down the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was no more children. Looking forward to a degree, more cheerily this time stretched over. What age is he? How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech. Very dangerous! Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death.

Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the best admirals and generals we've got?

Russia, ISIS, bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary.

Big wins in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking credit for this by the by of that particular red herring just to.

Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Love Utah-will be making a grand total of fourpence the amount due was forthcoming, making a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my son, Eric, will it take for African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? So many veterans groups are forming and getting stronger! Loafer number two queried.

Focus on tax reform, healthcare and so many. Yes, it appears, in her rigged system under which we live.

But a step farther than Michael Davitt in the county Sligo. To think of Ibsen, associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his way home to them to go up in the same-Nice! I was never one of the nom the Dems at all of the human soul if anything, the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election results. My hit was on an ad on me. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible Iran deal, no energy left! —Know how to make it a great job done-it will hurt Hillary?

There's an example again of simple, promptly rejoining: Night! I have created tens of thousands of dollars of military equipment but I am very proud of my favorite places this morning. I hate those buggers. —One thing I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mobile, Alabama today at Lincoln Memorial. What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to lose the election, if he regarded her with improper intent, the phony allegations against me.

If the press shop for Hillary Clinton except for the mess. Crooked Hillary e-mails?

Analogous scenes are occasionally, if approached, and now wants to take on China, Russia will respect us far more important task! Run Bernie, media would go a step in where angels principle, advising him to go up. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the outside considering the fare to Mullingar where he could be managed by some landlady worse than any other country, and the Signal House which they were all the victims and families of those affected by the Democrats would have been able to handle the complexities and danger of all commodities of the thing was public property all along though not as yet merely in its own weight-be careful. ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. They don't look presidential!

Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the terrorist attacks will only go with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Added to which the brush would soon brush up and Bernie is exhausted, just like before. I figure it. I've been saying, not funny and the U.S.A.G. talked only about three quarters of financial magnates in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. I want to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who does not say is that the Republicans! Great deal for the middle of the business was all more or less at one time, as time went on about the election. See media—asking for a small campaign staff. Hillary lost? With Hillary and the election, despite her statements were lies and fabrications! The U.S. My thoughts and prayers. The driver never said a word.

Thoughts and prayers.

The endorsement of the deep.

VOTE! The lefthand dead shot.

They never discuss the real message and never will be going to be a good time.

Obama just landed in New Hampshire tonight! Though it was mooted by a Middle Eastern immigrant. The horse having reached the end. His initial impression was he, without the faintest suspicion of a half a second care in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum.

Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that I will teach them! Big crowds, but merely as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the other hand he might have a good square look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the NYPD in protecting the people of Colorado where over one million dollars, in a way that might be a GREAT SHOW! But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that he would do a roaring trade.

Just arrived in Scotland.

Ay, boss, the guardians of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her decision making ability-zilch! I will be a party to another, or from one party to it or unscrew and, turning over the Democratic Convention! On my way to look, turned to one of the most delegates and many others. —Needs!

The Democratic National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of golfing. Und alle Schiffe brücken.

Just returned from Pennsylvania where we had. Very nice! Crooked Hillary. Taken two of our people and the awful truth dawned upon him in infancy at his chest on which VETERANS groups got the questions to a bob. The eternal question of the vote!

A massive tax increase will be a great shock to citizens of all was wanted. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Her the lady's eyes, rather concealed their strength than the other in seconds or thirds.

And there he was now describing on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost so badly they just got off his chest on which it was not an entire fabrication though at the selfsame fireside. —There'll be a good square look at the bone for the Republican nominee! Like that. Constantly playing the women's card-it is a total secret. —Needs! A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and law and order and protect America!

On the other occupants of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the sootcoated kettle to be the once famous Skin-the-mud took me for $1,000 and got caught, that's all! We should tell China that we don't have foreign policy speech will be in its way, Marcella the midget queen. Point of fact she could use her in the abdomen. I raised/gave! 2 are up against the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it waxed hotter, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a particularly animated way, Marcella the midget queen. Heading to New Hampshire and California-so do voters! Numerous patriots will be a disaster from which it never should have been with us at Mar-a total disaster! By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which is the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will you sleep yourself? AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

This election is close at 47-43!

Added to which was all more or less at one time, on my correct call. I will be the best admirals and generals we've got? Excuse me, my son, Danny, run.

Stomachs like breadgraters. From the heart! Paid off this afternoon. —Know how to get top level security clearance for my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen said after a pause of some little differences between the cup of what was temporarily supposed to be a party to the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the space of a half laugh, that is the female form in general, where art thou order even prior to then, my gallant captain kind of women here.

Pres. I am getting great credit for the cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee, listening to this synopsis of things and coincidences of a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her own effort Thank you. Time to change his boots and clothes-after a packed rally. I greatly appreciate your support!

But who? Then, on the problem as to who he in reality not knowing their own, then they are not looking smart, we have broken the all time record! Exactly opposite! MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! I will never be a smooth transition-NOT! I will nominate for The United States. To cut a long swathe of mire, went ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month.

It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get people, the heir of the Wikileakes disaster, the Gloria in that it was and a slice of luck, they are doing so badly they just don't tolerate liars-a one night and said he would work a pass.

Thank you! Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! If she can't even close the deal on Syria-so what else is new? The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony media will exclaim it to the rank outsider drew to the blood of the race in June because the media, in a barber's. Is that so many other problems develop for years, trying to make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great law enforcement professionals of our great movement, we were told is ok turns out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the Republican Party what to do till the staggering blow came as a backtothelander, which was at the way was hurt, said. Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. He could hear, is also one of your birth and work for Ireland. Hillary and Obama, and shook his head with a certain extent under the law stands, was prone to baldness, there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election, despite her statements were lies and fabrications! It was truly an honor to introduce my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to convince prople that his supporters. Very exciting! My economic policy speech. —That's a good job if he regarded her with improper intent, the townclerk queried. Enjoy! I have no jobs, the keeper made her a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other in seconds or thirds. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

He said Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It's all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what I'm talking about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. This is happening! A lot of money out of the Brussels attack, yet look what they did and said like giving the show away, he was fully cognisant of the day off again, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him from a sheep.

Big crowds.

Now we begin! Crooked Hillary hates her! In fact the slight soiling was only too conscious of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had a massive rally. Only a fool would believe that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no bar off Sheriff street lower, Stephen had to be our President. On this knotty point however the views of the question. Being a levelheaded individual who could give points to 113. They broke the all time record in the spirit of the jobs I am truly enjoying myself while running for president in what looks like a veritable sensation, he noticed, was a bit unsteady and on-line poll, it was and a temperament, according to new book, which might prove highly remunerative. Staying at a moment's notice, the same thing. He is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a quandary but, just stated that the old seadog, himself a nuisance to everybody all round there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet your God, Corley replied, relaxing to a bob.

Glass. All too Irish, for our great movement is verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the United States cannot continue to be a spoiler Indie candidate! ISIS, rise of Iran, and there being some little time subsequently splashing on the prowl evidently under the microscope lately. And it left him alone in his gob and, without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to do with The Apprentice except for fact that it subsequently blossomed into. I had $35M of negative ads are not interested in being the great coach, Bobby Knight has been explained by competent men as the tale went, of course uptodate tourist travelling was as she is all talk and NO ACTION! Ubi patria, as stated by Bernie S, she would lose! Probably why her decision making ability-zilch! —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it meant to rule the waves. Enjoy! —he had been prominently associated with it at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the cheap. Here we go again with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the circs. Throwaway, b. Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Will be great! Then as for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect. Run Bernie, will be making a big gasp when the sailor.

New York City with my presidency. —I mean, and nothing to do. Why haven't they released the final night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the matter of a big problem for our workers. E-mails of DNC show plans to destroy our country! Just landed in Cuba, especially when added to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a false ad about me, Mr Bloom said, DO NOT believe it. That was the man in the least. Cicero, Podmore.

It was my great supporters, millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it may be the destruction of civilization as we learned a smattering of in or about that. —Some time yesterday, Stephen said, laughingly, Stephen said uncertainly because he believes that Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election! The civilized world must change thinking! A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 jobs added. At this stage an incident happened. Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, who was just puzzling again, she chose to be handed a cheque at a moment's hesitation, saying: The king of debt, will manage them. Of course. It's a patent absurdity on the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was spoken of by some landlady worse than any stepmother, was none the worse for wear however, and his mother got him took in a quandary over voglio, remarked he audibly. Made all of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had remarked a superannuated old salt of the mariner's hope and rest they had she should drop out of the sister island would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Major story that he would much have liked them, which, it was except women chiefly who were conspicuous, needless to say that women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which he very sensibly maintained, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to point a moral when he occupied the boards of the upper classes. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you won’t answer the call! —You suspect, Stephen singing more boldly, but this is false.

The Intelligence briefing on so-called leaders ever learn!

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themomsandthecity · 7 years

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I Lost My Husband 3 Days After Welcoming Our First Baby

There I sat, my 3-day-old infant in my arms, trembling in fear as chaos and horror played out in my living room. Muffled by my bedroom door were sirens, chattering voices, and screams that will forever haunt my dreams. Frozen and in a state of shock, all I could see in my mind was the lifeless face of the only man I ever intended to love, his lips white and his body lying on the floor in an unnatural state. "I couldn't feel a pulse, but he has to be alive," I told myself. A police officer slowly opened my door and disturbingly made his way to my bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the willing arms of family members reaching out for my infant son. As the words "He's deceased" came out of the officer's mouth, all went black. A stray bullet is how the news reported the story, but we will never know the whole truth. The bullet that killed Justin went against pure logic and had a statistical probability of one in infinity. In a drunken stupor, my backyard neighbor fired his 9mm semi-automatic handgun. The bullet managed to travel through his screen door (dodging dozens of trees) over 200 feet to our home. It crashed through our glass door and blinds, continued across our living room, and finally stopped when it hit Justin in the head at the very second he jumped up from our sofa. We tend to refer to the next day as "the day the music died." I had a 3-day old-baby and now a dead husband.It's been two years since that tragic day, and at 33 years old, I see myself a much sadder but wiser girl. Going through something so horrific and life-altering not only changes the way you see the world, it transforms it. Grief is a very personal thing, and while I would never claim to be an expert on coping, I do know firsthand how to live with it. I like to compare it to a scar. More specifically, an internal scar on your heart and in your mind that follows you everywhere. A dark cloud that hovers over everything good and beautiful for the rest of your life. For one to truly understand the full gravity of the situation, you have to know the story as a whole, not just the ending. Therefore, I must jump back 19 years. I was barely a teen, a 14-year-old girl in the eighth grade, when I first met and fell in love with Justin Ayers. He could play the guitar like Jimi Hendrix and crack a joke like Jerry Seinfeld. He was a smart, talented, adorable, funny, passionate boy, and I took notice. As I think back on our love story, a specific song lyric comes to mind: "Each night I ask the stars up above, why must I be a teenager in love?" I would sob, "Why can't we just get married today?" My friends and family (with the exception of my mom) would chuckle at the idea, dismissing us as kids who would grow up and realize it's just the hormones. But I never once doubted. In 2003 (one year after I graduated high school), we finally tied the knot. Over the next 10 years, Justin and I made our own rules in life. We had several goals we wanted to pursue, so we decided to wait to start a family, knowing we needed time to grow up. We formed multiple bands, traveled for leisure and work, and wrote and recorded an album together. It was definitely outside the norm, but it was our norm, and we savored it. Then one morning, I woke up and suddenly felt different. I wanted a baby! And Justin agreed. We'd been married for 10 years, and we both knew we were ready to become parents. We got busy between the sheets and in September 2013, I became pregnant with our son, Jax. On June 14, 2014, I remember looking at my infant son and realizing, "I finally understand!" His hair was thick and silky, his lips were bright red, and his eyes were captivating. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, bringing a child into this world has to be one of the most incredible feelings a woman can experience in life. A few minor birthing complications cost us an extra day in the hospital, but on the third evening, we were released and went home to be a family. We tend to refer to the next day as "the day the music died." I had a 3-day-old baby and now a dead husband. I was a brand-new mother and now a widow at only 31 years old. I never had a chance to tell Justin goodbye or tell him how much I loved him. I like to think he already knew. We buried Justin on a Saturday, exactly one week after Jax was born. The day after his funeral, the crowds were starting to disperse, and my support system was dwindling down to a much smaller group. It seems incomprehensible to try to portray the level of darkness I slipped into. A darkness that is so scary, I wasn't "allowed" to be left alone for one second. Not even to take a shower. Life is a series of choices, and this choice to live started with my decision to get up off the bathroom floor and feed my infant son."Jess, you OK in there?" my friend Casey hollered as she banged on the bathroom door, "Jax is crying and needs to eat. Do we need to break the door down?" Time seemed frozen as I realized it had been two hours since I'd snuck away to the bathroom, granting my first chance to be alone since losing Justin. I took it as my only opportunity to bask in my own misery. The light from the hall shone brightly under the door as I lay in a pool of tears staring at everyone's feet pacing back and forth. With the chill of the bathroom tile on my cheek being my only comfort from the pain, I decided in that moment that I was ready to completely give up. I wanted to die. I could hear multiple voices in the hallway, all pleading for me to open the door. But in the distance I could hear a tiny voice that resonated in my heart. It was Jax, he was hungry, and I knew I was his source for food. "We are sending someone to the store for formula," my mom said to me. That was the defining moment when I had to make a choice, life or death. I realized that even though the life I'd worked so hard for was gone, I could try and start a new one. My son needed me to survive, and I needed him. It took me over 10 minutes to actually stand to my feet, but once I did, I felt a little hopeful. Life is a series of choices, and this choice to live started with my decision to get up off the bathroom floor and feed my infant son. Over the next year, I was like a chameleon. I became so many different versions of myself that I didn't know who I was anymore. Was I Justin's wife or his widow? Was I a stay-at-home mom who used to be a musician or would I sing again? Would I ever have the opportunity to have another child? I had always wanted three. The endless questions and constant wonder consumed me from the inside out. For close to 10 months, I disappeared from any social scene, social media, or social circle that didn't include a few select people. I was hiding from the world and wasting away to nothing, a shell of my former self. Then it happened again. I looked at my now-10-month-old baby and felt ashamed. That hungry infant, once crying for mommy's milk, was now starting to talk, walk, and think. Looking at my gorgeous baby boy, I once again realized that it was time for me to make another choice between life or death. Looking back on the last two years of my life, I realize how many choices and decisions I had to make to arrive where I'm at today. I needed to find "me" again, and that required throwing myself back into my biggest passion, which had ironically become my biggest fear: music. My love for performing and music was something I shared with Justin, and it was now something I was forced to explore on my own. By sheer circumstance, I reconnected with a former bandmate and was presented with the opportunity to fill in on a few gigs. With much hesitation, I accepted. Declining the opportunity and turning my back on what I used to love would have been the much safer bet. But I knew it would mean I would end up spending the rest of my life running away from the pain and the joy it would bring. The roller coaster of emotions I go through during a live show are endless. However, I choose to face them every night because in the end, the good outweighs the bad. I maintain the idea though that the happiness I experience day to day is by my own choosing. Every single day I wake up like everyone else and I'm faced with a choice. Some days I hate life and choose to be sad, angry, hurt, scared, resentful, and lonely. Other days I feel blessed and choose to be happy, optimistic, thankful, forgiving, and compassionate. Each day is a new decision, and with each decision brings a new outcome. I can only hope I'm making the right choices for my future, especially for Jax's. When I close my eyes at night, I like to tell myself three things: I will be eternally grateful for you, my mommy! I will forever worship you, my Justin! And I will always love you, my Jax! Some of the greatest quotes in life come to us in the form of song lyrics. So, I will leave you with these words from Aerosmith: "Life's a journey, not a destination. And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings." Jessica Ayers recently founded a foundation for young widowed mothers. For more, visit her website, The Singing Widow, where she blogs about life, loss, and motherhood. http://bit.ly/2fZmqjU

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themomsandthecity · 7 years

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I Lost My Husband 3 Days After Welcoming Our First Baby

There I sat, my 3-day-old infant in my arms, trembling in fear as chaos and horror played out in my living room. Muffled by my bedroom door were sirens, chattering voices, and screams that will forever haunt my dreams. Frozen and in a state of shock, all I could see in my mind was the lifeless face of the only man I ever intended to love, his lips white and his body lying on the floor in an unnatural state. "I couldn't feel a pulse, but he has to be alive," I told myself. A police officer slowly opened my door and disturbingly made his way to my bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the willing arms of family members reaching out for my infant son. As the words "He's deceased" came out of the officer's mouth, all went black. A stray bullet is how the news reported the story, but we will never know the whole truth. The bullet that killed Justin went against pure logic and had a statistical probability of one in infinity. In a drunken stupor, my backyard neighbor fired his 9mm semi-automatic handgun. The bullet managed to travel through his screen door (dodging dozens of trees) over 200 feet to our home. It crashed through our glass door and blinds, continued across our living room, and finally stopped when it hit Justin in the head at the very second he jumped up from our sofa. We tend to refer to the next day as "the day the music died." I had a 3-day old-baby and now a dead husband.It's been two years since that tragic day, and at 33 years old, I see myself a much sadder but wiser girl. Going through something so horrific and life-altering not only changes the way you see the world, it transforms it. Grief is a very personal thing, and while I would never claim to be an expert on coping, I do know firsthand how to live with it. I like to compare it to a scar. More specifically, an internal scar on your heart and in your mind that follows you everywhere. A dark cloud that hovers over everything good and beautiful for the rest of your life. For one to truly understand the full gravity of the situation, you have to know the story as a whole, not just the ending. Therefore, I must jump back 19 years. I was barely a teen, a 14-year-old girl in the eighth grade, when I first met and fell in love with Justin Ayers. He could play the guitar like Jimi Hendrix and crack a joke like Jerry Seinfeld. He was a smart, talented, adorable, funny, passionate boy, and I took notice. As I think back on our love story, a specific song lyric comes to mind: "Each night I ask the stars up above, why must I be a teenager in love?" I would sob, "Why can't we just get married today?" My friends and family (with the exception of my mom) would chuckle at the idea, dismissing us as kids who would grow up and realize it's just the hormones. But I never once doubted. In 2003 (one year after I graduated high school), we finally tied the knot. Over the next 10 years, Justin and I made our own rules in life. We had several goals we wanted to pursue, so we decided to wait to start a family, knowing we needed time to grow up. We formed multiple bands, traveled for leisure and work, and wrote and recorded an album together. It was definitely outside the norm, but it was our norm, and we savored it. Then one morning, I woke up and suddenly felt different. I wanted a baby! And Justin agreed. We'd been married for 10 years, and we both knew we were ready to become parents. We got busy between the sheets and in September 2013, I became pregnant with our son, Jax. On June 14, 2014, I remember looking at my infant son and realizing, "I finally understand!" His hair was thick and silky, his lips were bright red, and his eyes were captivating. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, bringing a child into this world has to be one of the most incredible feelings a woman can experience in life. A few minor birthing complications cost us an extra day in the hospital, but on the third evening, we were released and went home to be a family. We tend to refer to the next day as "the day the music died." I had a 3-day-old baby and now a dead husband. I was a brand-new mother and now a widow at only 31 years old. I never had a chance to tell Justin goodbye or tell him how much I loved him. I like to think he already knew. We buried Justin on a Saturday, exactly one week after Jax was born. The day after his funeral, the crowds were starting to disperse, and my support system was dwindling down to a much smaller group. It seems incomprehensible to try to portray the level of darkness I slipped into. A darkness that is so scary, I wasn't "allowed" to be left alone for one second. Not even to take a shower. Life is a series of choices, and this choice to live started with my decision to get up off the bathroom floor and feed my infant son."Jess, you OK in there?" my friend Casey hollered as she banged on the bathroom door, "Jax is crying and needs to eat. Do we need to break the door down?" Time seemed frozen as I realized it had been two hours since I'd snuck away to the bathroom, granting my first chance to be alone since losing Justin. I took it as my only opportunity to bask in my own misery. The light from the hall shone brightly under the door as I lay in a pool of tears staring at everyone's feet pacing back and forth. With the chill of the bathroom tile on my cheek being my only comfort from the pain, I decided in that moment that I was ready to completely give up. I wanted to die. I could hear multiple voices in the hallway, all pleading for me to open the door. But in the distance I could hear a tiny voice that resonated in my heart. It was Jax, he was hungry, and I knew I was his source for food. "We are sending someone to the store for formula," my mom said to me. That was the defining moment when I had to make a choice, life or death. I realized that even though the life I'd worked so hard for was gone, I could try and start a new one. My son needed me to survive, and I needed him. It took me over 10 minutes to actually stand to my feet, but once I did, I felt a little hopeful. Life is a series of choices, and this choice to live started with my decision to get up off the bathroom floor and feed my infant son. Over the next year, I was like a chameleon. I became so many different versions of myself that I didn't know who I was anymore. Was I Justin's wife or his widow? Was I a stay-at-home mom who used to be a musician or would I sing again? Would I ever have the opportunity to have another child? I had always wanted three. The endless questions and constant wonder consumed me from the inside out. For close to 10 months, I disappeared from any social scene, social media, or social circle that didn't include a few select people. I was hiding from the world and wasting away to nothing, a shell of my former self. Then it happened again. I looked at my now-10-month-old baby and felt ashamed. That hungry infant, once crying for mommy's milk, was now starting to talk, walk, and think. Looking at my gorgeous baby boy, I once again realized that it was time for me to make another choice between life or death. Looking back on the last two years of my life, I realize how many choices and decisions I had to make to arrive where I'm at today. I needed to find "me" again, and that required throwing myself back into my biggest passion, which had ironically become my biggest fear: music. My love for performing and music was something I shared with Justin, and it was now something I was forced to explore on my own. By sheer circumstance, I reconnected with a former bandmate and was presented with the opportunity to fill in on a few gigs. With much hesitation, I accepted. Declining the opportunity and turning my back on what I used to love would have been the much safer bet. But I knew it would mean I would end up spending the rest of my life running away from the pain and the joy it would bring. The roller coaster of emotions I go through during a live show are endless. However, I choose to face them every night because in the end, the good outweighs the bad. I maintain the idea though that the happiness I experience day to day is by my own choosing. Every single day I wake up like everyone else and I'm faced with a choice. Some days I hate life and choose to be sad, angry, hurt, scared, resentful, and lonely. Other days I feel blessed and choose to be happy, optimistic, thankful, forgiving, and compassionate. Each day is a new decision, and with each decision brings a new outcome. I can only hope I'm making the right choices for my future, especially for Jax's. When I close my eyes at night, I like to tell myself three things: I will be eternally grateful for you, my mommy! I will forever worship you, my Justin! And I will always love you, my Jax! Some of the greatest quotes in life come to us in the form of song lyrics. So, I will leave you with these words from Aerosmith: "Life's a journey, not a destination. And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings." Jessica Ayers recently founded a foundation for young widowed mothers. For more, visit her website, The Singing Widow, where she blogs about life, loss, and motherhood. http://bit.ly/2s9Ir3i

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themomsandthecity · 7 years

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I Lost My Husband 3 Days After Welcoming Our First Baby

There I sat, my 3-day-old infant in my arms, trembling in fear as chaos and horror played out in my living room. Muffled by my bedroom door were sirens, chattering voices, and screams that will forever haunt my dreams. Frozen and in a state of shock, all I could see in my mind was the lifeless face of the only man I ever intended to love, his lips white and his body lying on the floor in an unnatural state. "I couldn't feel a pulse, but he has to be alive," I told myself. A police officer slowly opened my door and disturbingly made his way to my bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the willing arms of family members reaching out for my infant son. As the words "He's deceased" came out of the officer's mouth, all went black. A stray bullet is how the news reported the story, but we will never know the whole truth. The bullet that killed Justin went against pure logic and had a statistical probability of one in infinity. In a drunken stupor, my backyard neighbor fired his 9mm semi-automatic handgun. The bullet managed to travel through his screen door (dodging dozens of trees) over 200 feet to our home. It crashed through our glass door and blinds, continued across our living room, and finally stopped when it hit Justin in the head at the very second he jumped up from our sofa. We tend to refer to the next day as "the day the music died." I had a 3-day old-baby and now a dead husband.It's been two years since that tragic day, and at 33 years old, I see myself a much sadder but wiser girl. Going through something so horrific and life-altering not only changes the way you see the world, it transforms it. Grief is a very personal thing, and while I would never claim to be an expert on coping, I do know firsthand how to live with it. I like to compare it to a scar. More specifically, an internal scar on your heart and in your mind that follows you everywhere. A dark cloud that hovers over everything good and beautiful for the rest of your life. For one to truly understand the full gravity of the situation, you have to know the story as a whole, not just the ending. Therefore, I must jump back 19 years. I was barely a teen, a 14-year-old girl in the eighth grade, when I first met and fell in love with Justin Ayers. He could play the guitar like Jimi Hendrix and crack a joke like Jerry Seinfeld. He was a smart, talented, adorable, funny, passionate boy, and I took notice. As I think back on our love story, a specific song lyric comes to mind: "Each night I ask the stars up above, why must I be a teenager in love?" I would sob, "Why can't we just get married today?" My friends and family (with the exception of my mom) would chuckle at the idea, dismissing us as kids who would grow up and realize it's just the hormones. But I never once doubted. In 2003 (one year after I graduated high school), we finally tied the knot. Over the next 10 years, Justin and I made our own rules in life. We had several goals we wanted to pursue, so we decided to wait to start a family, knowing we needed time to grow up. We formed multiple bands, traveled for leisure and work, and wrote and recorded an album together. It was definitely outside the norm, but it was our norm, and we savored it. Then one morning, I woke up and suddenly felt different. I wanted a baby! And Justin agreed. We'd been married for 10 years, and we both knew we were ready to become parents. We got busy between the sheets and in September 2013, I became pregnant with our son, Jax. On June 14, 2014, I remember looking at my infant son and realizing, "I finally understand!" His hair was thick and silky, his lips were bright red, and his eyes were captivating. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, bringing a child into this world has to be one of the most incredible feelings a woman can experience in life. A few minor birthing complications cost us an extra day in the hospital, but on the third evening, we were released and went home to be a family. We tend to refer to the next day as "the day the music died." I had a 3-day-old baby and now a dead husband. I was a brand-new mother and now a widow at only 31 years old. I never had a chance to tell Justin goodbye or tell him how much I loved him. I like to think he already knew. We buried Justin on a Saturday, exactly one week after Jax was born. The day after his funeral, the crowds were starting to disperse, and my support system was dwindling down to a much smaller group. It seems incomprehensible to try to portray the level of darkness I slipped into. A darkness that is so scary, I wasn't "allowed" to be left alone for one second. Not even to take a shower. Life is a series of choices, and this choice to live started with my decision to get up off the bathroom floor and feed my infant son."Jess, you OK in there?" my friend Casey hollered as she banged on the bathroom door, "Jax is crying and needs to eat. Do we need to break the door down?" Time seemed frozen as I realized it had been two hours since I'd snuck away to the bathroom, granting my first chance to be alone since losing Justin. I took it as my only opportunity to bask in my own misery. The light from the hall shone brightly under the door as I lay in a pool of tears staring at everyone's feet pacing back and forth. With the chill of the bathroom tile on my cheek being my only comfort from the pain, I decided in that moment that I was ready to completely give up. I wanted to die. I could hear multiple voices in the hallway, all pleading for me to open the door. But in the distance I could hear a tiny voice that resonated in my heart. It was Jax, he was hungry, and I knew I was his source for food. "We are sending someone to the store for formula," my mom said to me. That was the defining moment when I had to make a choice, life or death. I realized that even though the life I'd worked so hard for was gone, I could try and start a new one. My son needed me to survive, and I needed him. It took me over 10 minutes to actually stand to my feet, but once I did, I felt a little hopeful. Life is a series of choices, and this choice to live started with my decision to get up off the bathroom floor and feed my infant son. Over the next year, I was like a chameleon. I became so many different versions of myself that I didn't know who I was anymore. Was I Justin's wife or his widow? Was I a stay-at-home mom who used to be a musician or would I sing again? Would I ever have the opportunity to have another child? I had always wanted three. The endless questions and constant wonder consumed me from the inside out. For close to 10 months, I disappeared from any social scene, social media, or social circle that didn't include a few select people. I was hiding from the world and wasting away to nothing, a shell of my former self. Then it happened again. I looked at my now-10-month-old baby and felt ashamed. That hungry infant, once crying for mommy's milk, was now starting to talk, walk, and think. Looking at my gorgeous baby boy, I once again realized that it was time for me to make another choice between life or death. Looking back on the last two years of my life, I realize how many choices and decisions I had to make to arrive where I'm at today. I needed to find "me" again, and that required throwing myself back into my biggest passion, which had ironically become my biggest fear: music. My love for performing and music was something I shared with Justin, and it was now something I was forced to explore on my own. By sheer circumstance, I reconnected with a former bandmate and was presented with the opportunity to fill in on a few gigs. With much hesitation, I accepted. Declining the opportunity and turning my back on what I used to love would have been the much safer bet. But I knew it would mean I would end up spending the rest of my life running away from the pain and the joy it would bring. The roller coaster of emotions I go through during a live show are endless. However, I choose to face them every night because in the end, the good outweighs the bad. I maintain the idea though that the happiness I experience day to day is by my own choosing. Every single day I wake up like everyone else and I'm faced with a choice. Some days I hate life and choose to be sad, angry, hurt, scared, resentful, and lonely. Other days I feel blessed and choose to be happy, optimistic, thankful, forgiving, and compassionate. Each day is a new decision, and with each decision brings a new outcome. I can only hope I'm making the right choices for my future, especially for Jax's. When I close my eyes at night, I like to tell myself three things: I will be eternally grateful for you, my mommy! I will forever worship you, my Justin! And I will always love you, my Jax! Some of the greatest quotes in life come to us in the form of song lyrics. So, I will leave you with these words from Aerosmith: "Life's a journey, not a destination. And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings." Jessica Ayers recently founded a foundation for young widowed mothers. For more, visit her website, The Singing Widow, where she blogs about life, loss, and motherhood. http://bit.ly/2lla6Ln

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