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I loved your wriritng so lm asking you something Ive asked another. How would your hero have reacted to their partner disappearing at the end of eos instead of themselves?
Thank you! I super appreciate it!
To answer your question, Violet handles it differently, to say the least. Assuming in this twist of fate, she is in Leo's situation, where somehow she lives, and he disappears, she wouldn't jump immediately seek death like Leo does. She can handle her emotions enough not to do that, but that doesn't mean she is anywhere near ok.
So she just... stops. Stops thinking, working, and talking, and she completely goes blank. She does the bare minimum of existing and spends the rest of her time daydreaming, unable to handle any of it. Leo may have acted out more and had a worse meltdown, but Violet just mentally quits.
She completely secludes herself, refusing to speak to anyone and not listening, either. She actively avoids people who reach out to help her, leaving the guild as part of that. Without Leo, she feels completely lost in a world and body she shouldn't be in. Leo had answers, made her feel like she was supposed to be here, and with him gone, she's lost that.
She would also complete the job of telling people what happened, though in her own way, telling all who would listen of her partner's tragic tale. Of how he had sacrificed everything he had to help her. Of how kind and gentle he was and how cruel the world was for taking him.
He would be gone longer, as it would take her a long time to get desperate enough for his returns to start making prayers at shrines to the gods. The first one she would go to though is Dialga, giving everything she has left as an offering, including her life, just to bring Leo back.
Dialga refuses to take anything, though, telling her through the shrine to return to the beach they first met at and show him how much she wants him to be back. So she does. She goes to the beach and screams at the gods till her throat hurts and her vocal cords give out.
It works, of course. Her sobbing over him, how lost she was, and how glad she is that he was back. How she never wants to lose him again, and how much she loves and needs him.
She also wouldn't evolve after the story. She knows how long Ninetales can live, and if she can't handle a few months without him, she could never handle 900 years alone. So she just stays a Vulpix, refusing to ever take a firestone.
That's about it, though I will say I have thought about how she would handle it before. After all,
She does become a Ninetales in my stories :)
#pmd#pmd eos#pokemon mystery dungeon#pmd explorers#pmd2#replies#Really enjoyed this question!#Hope you all enjoyed this what if!#I'm always happy to answer asks!#long post
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Prompt: mickey is walking with Franny when Terry shows up. Mickey protects Franny. Franny runs home where ian and family are and shouts that a man is hurting uncle mickey. Basically hurt mickey, protective ian. Ian conforting Mickey afterwards!
anon this is so GOOD !!! i LOVE some mickey & franny content, plus gallavich comfort :’) this is somewhat intense and got way too long lol, but the whole thing was so fun to write and i hope u enjoy <3
also my asks are open for more prompts! (since i am on winter break & bored out of my mind lol)
& ofc, tw for homophobia and physical violence
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“C’mon kiddo! Bet you can’t catch me!”
“Yes, Uncle Mickey, yes I can!”
The sun was beating down onto the slushy pavement of the South Side, reflecting off the gritty late-winter snow that remained on the sides of the road and nearly blinding Mickey as he tried to lightly jog down the slippery sidewalk, just outside of Franny’s reach. Franny, who was a tottering bundle in her thick winter coat, a scratchy-looking red woolen scarf Tami had given her for Christmas, and a pink sparkly winter hat Debbie had forced over her ears before Mickey took her outside to play, was running as fast as she could to stay on Mickey’s heels.
Mickey hadn’t meant to take Franny as far away from the Gallagher house, into the winding South Side neighborhoods, as he had—Debbie was having some sort of meltdown about her business going to shit after a situation with organic snacks and climbing out a window (Mickey wasn’t even going to ask)—and sensing tensions were high, Mickey had pulled Franny out the back door to run around and play “gangsters,” her new favorite game, with the toy guns he’d gotten her for Christmas. They were going to stick to playing in the backyard, mostly because it was fucking freezing and almost dark outside, until Franny was about to encroach on Mickey’s fictional gang’s territory under the porch stairs, and of course Mickey couldn’t have that—so now they were racing through the streets, with Franny giggling and practically tripping over her own clunky winter boots every few steps.
“Is that all you’ve got, Wonder Woman? Come and get me!” Mickey called to Franny over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna get you! I will, Uncle Mickey!”
Mickey chuckled as he kept running, and felt his heart soften. As shitty as he’d always been with kids, and how often he always froze in panic anytime he’d had to take care of Yev back in the day, he had to admit that goofing around with Franny was pretty fucking fun.
And that also just made him depressed, because he knew that she was going to grow up surrounded by all of this bullshit—the dysfunctional family, Frank’s shenanigans, the drugs and beat downs, the mom with an ankle bracelet. Right now, Franny was just a kid—the neighborhood hadn’t taken its toll on her yet.
Luckily, Mickey didn’t have shit to do all day—he barely had a job aside from security for Kev and V’s practically non-existent pot side business, so he had plenty of time to play with Franny. If he could do anything with his life right now, he could make sure that Franny had some happy memories to cut through all the bullshit life was inevitably about to throw to her.
Mickey continued to run, lost in thought, until Franny caught up to him and sharply tugged on the back of his coat.
“I win, Uncle Mickey, I win! Now I’m gonna blow your face off!” Franny said with a playful scowl as she held up her toy gun.
Mickey chuckled and put his hands up in the air in resignation, turning to face Franny. “Alright, kid, you got me. Nice work.”
He held his hand out for Franny to high-five, which she gave willingly before pulling off her sparkly pink hat and throwing it on the ground.
“I’m too hot. Uncle Mickey, can we go home now? I think I know the way back.”
Mickey ruffled her hair. “Sounds good, kiddo. Lead the way.”
Just as they were about to start walking in the direction of the Gallagher house, a gruff voice came from behind them, mingling with the blowing wind.
“Mickey?”
Oh fuck.
Mickey turned around slowly, giving a quick mental prayer to whatever god that existed, if god even did fucking exist, that the voice he heard wasn’t the one he thought he had.
In the end, it was as bad as his worst nightmare.
Terry stood six feet in front of him on the ice-caked sidewalk, a lit cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth (just like it always was), his hands visibly curled into fists by his sides. Mickey took in a sharp breath, and tried to quell the wave of panic overtaking him. Calm the fuck down. Mickey tried to remember the checklist of what he always had to do when he saw his dad, a survival tactic he hadn’t had to think about for months: Keep your eyes down. See if you can smell alcohol. Look at his waistline and see if he has a gun.
Mickey’s eyes flickered to Terry’s pockets. No gun, thank fucking god. He slowly reached out behind him to take Franny’s tiny gloved hand, mentally cursing himself for letting them walk this far from home. Then he looked Terry in the eyes and swallowed. You can do this.
“Hiya, pops. What’re you doing over here on this beautiful Tuesday afternoon?”
Terry’s eyes narrowed, his stance still aggressive, but he remained rooted a safe distance away. “Don’t make fucking small talk with me, fairy boy.” He paused and took a drag of his cigarette. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you around here.”
“Well, I guess today’s your lucky day. About time for a family reunion.”
Terry gave a bitter, menacing chuckle that sent a shiver of remembrance down Mickey’s spine. “Who’s the kid?”
“Uh. It’s Debbie’s kid.” My niece, he bit back. My husband’s sister’s daughter.
Franny looked up at Mickey, not in confusion but in wide-eyed understanding. Franny was only five, sure, but she wasn’t stupid; she’d seen her fair share of violent shit go down on the street in front of her, and she knew what aggression looked like—what it looked like when someone was about to attack. Mickey looked back at her, and ever-so-slightly raised his eyebrows in what he hoped was a warning. Get ready to run, kid.
“Huh.” Terry threw his cigarette butt on the ground, slowly grinding the ash into the slush with the toe of his shoe. “Funny that you’re out here with her, all on your own. No one else on the street, not for blocks.”
Mickey exhaled, attempting to still his racing heart. On a different day, when he wasn’t so caught off guard by Terry’s presence, he would have ended this here and now; pulled a gun and put a bullet right through his father’s homophobic skull. But Terry was right—there was no one outside for miles, no one stirring behind the curtains of the houses lining the streets, no one to call for help if Terry physically overpowered him and kicked the life out of him. And Franny was still holding his hand.
“Yeah, well. We’re just goin’ for a walk. And we’re gonna head back now, if you’re… done.”
Terry held Mickey’s gaze, unblinking. When he spoke, his voice was low and ice cold. “When the fuck was I ever done with you?”
It all happened in an instant, but also in terrifyingly smooth slow motion—Terry charged at Mickey, fists raised, skidding across the ice in a blur.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you, you deformed excuse for a Milkovich!”
Terry was seething with the same fiery anger as when he flipped the table at Yevgeny’s christening, the night he found out that Mickey was gay—as he raced across the pavement, all Mickey could do was think about how to get Franny out of here before his father’s fist connected with his face. He gently shoved Franny behind him towards the sidewalk leading to the Gallagher house.
“Go, Franny, go!” He choked out, before Terry thrust a punch to his stomach and Mickey doubled over, kneeling on the damp sidewalk.
Terry’s shadow hovered over Mickey, and he knelt down, grabbing the hair at the scruff of Mickey’s neck. Mickey could smell his breath, all stale cigarettes and burnt coffee, like it had been for the past thirty years of his life.
“Been waiting a long time for this,” Terry said through his teeth. Mickey gathered every ounce of strength that he could— thank you, Kev Fit membership— and crashed his own head into his father’s, toppling him over and pinning him down. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, and saw Franny’s bootprints leading down the street, saw a flash of a red scarf turning the final corner a few blocks down. Thank god.
Terry squirmed under Mickey’s iron grip on his wrists. “Get off me, assfucker!”
“Sorry, Dad, no can do.” Mickey could almost grin. All he had to do was knock his dad out cold, and this whole thing could be over—
Out of nowhere Terry’s right arm broke free, striking Mickey’s side and toppling him onto the pavement.
“I’ve got you now,” Terry drawled, and that was the last thing Mickey heard before Terry’s boot stuck into his side and he saw stars.
**
The sun had almost set beneath the clouds, casting a warm glow through the front windows of the Gallagher house. Ian and Carl sat in the living room, engaged in particularly immersive debate about the accuracy of cop drama TV shows in an attempt to drown out Debbie’s continued melodrama of reading her bad Yelp reviews.
“Nah, man, I’m telling you, there’s no way an EMT would actually get to the scene that quickly anyways—"
There was a soft series of frantic knocks at the front door, so gentle Ian barely would have heard it if the TV volume wasn’t turned to a low hum. Ian sprang up and swung the front door open to… Franny?
A tear-stained, snow-soaked Franny, with matted hair and a scarf hanging half off her neck.
“Uncle Ian! Uncle Ian, we have to go help Uncle Mickey!”
What the fuck?
“Franny, what’s the matter?” Ian tried to gently guide her inside out of the cold, but Franny stomped her boots and shoved Ian’s hand away.
“We have to go now Uncle Ian! A man is hitting Uncle Mickey! We have to go quick!”
Ian froze. Shit. There were plenty of people who wanted an excuse to beat the crap out of Mickey, most of whom Mickey could take— but regardless, Ian didn’t want anyone fucking up Mickey’s parole.
“Oh, shit. Okay. Franny, can you take me to Uncle Mickey?”
Franny fervently nodded. “He’s up the street. I was chasing him when we were playing.”
Ian turned to call over his shoulder. “Hey, can anyone help me back Mickey up in a fight with some dude?”
Carl put his hands up in resignation. “Don’t look at me, man. I should be a mile away from any instance of Mickey breaking his parole.”
Sandy darted into the living room, from the kitchen where she had been consoling Debbie. “Mickey’s in a fight?”
“Apparently. He was playing with Franny down the road and now Franny’s back here.”
Sandy looked at the disheveled Franny standing in the doorway. “Shit. I’ll grab my shoes.”
“Uncle Ian, we have to go now!”
“Okay, we’re coming Franny. Lead the way.”
**
Franny guided them down the sidewalk, the three of them casting dark shadows onto the roadside piles of snow as the sun disappeared beneath the clouds. “This way!”
Ian didn’t really know what he was expecting to see as they turned the final corner, the street almost totally enveloped in darkness— maybe Mickey pinning some guy up against a wall, or in the back of a cop car. But he was certainly not prepared to see Mickey as a static heap sprawled on the sidewalk, while the unmistakable figure of Terry Milkovich stood above him, pummeling Ian’s husband.
Sandy noticed Terry’s presence before Ian could even react to what was going on. “Uh, Franny, hey, can you walk back to the house please?”
Before he knew what he was doing, Ian’s feet were sprinting down the street. “Terry! Get the FUCK off of him!”
Ian could barely register his body’s movements as he smashed his fist into Terry’s nose and tackled him to the ground. Terry spit in Ian’s face. “Fucking Gallagher!”
Ian hit Terry once again, keeping him pinned down. He struck him over and over, not stopping to process if he was even moving, or breathing, or fighting back.
“Hey! Everyone calm the fuck down!”
Ian looked up over his shoulder—Sandy was standing above them, pointing a gun directly at Terry, whose face was now bashed and bloody.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, my dear Uncle Terry,” Sandy said in a sickly-sweet voice that didn’t match her iron gaze. “Ian’s going to get off of you, and you’re going to stand up and walk down the street back to your shithole house. And you’re going to watch your fucking back, because you never know when I could decide to come home one night while you’re asleep and make you regret everything you did this evening. Are we clear?”
Terry’s eyes narrowed, panting as he stayed pinned beneath Ian. “Those Gallagher queers got you too, huh?”
Sandy cocked the gun even more aggressively in Terrys direction, her thumb teasing the safety.
“That’s not how it works, dumbass. Unlike some pieces of garbage in this neighborhood, the Gallagher family actually cares about each other. Now—are we clear?”
Terry scowled at Ian, and gave a curt nod. “Get the fuck off me, fag.”
Ian didn’t budge. “Sandy, no,” Ian snarled.
“Ian, we’ll deal with him later.”
Ian looked up at Sandy, who met his eyes with an expectant gaze, still holding the gun directly at Terry. It took every ounce of strength Ian had to kneel and rise from the ground—it would be so easy to knock Terry out, to tell Sandy to pull to trigger, to put all the pain he’d caused behind them. To finally feel safe.
Terry immediately stood, and looked at Mickey on the ground, practically unconscious and his blood mingling with the snow. Terry opened his mouth to say some final retort— but Sandy clicked off the safety of the gun, steadily pointing it in his direction, and Terry promptly closed his mouth again. He turned and walked away.
Ian was immediately at Mickey’s side. “Fuck, Mickey, fuck.” Ian choked out. “Hey, look at me.”
Mickey had definitely hit his head, hard—there was a gash on his forehead dripping blood down his face, just like the night of Yevgeny’s christening when they’d watched Terry be forced into the back of a cop car. He looked up at Ian, his eyes drifting in and out of focus. Ian quickly scanned the rest of Mickey’s body—aside from a few solid kicks to the ribs, his head injury seemed to be the only major issue. Ian gently ran a hand through his hair.
“Mickey, hey, can you stand up? We’ve gotta get you home.”
First, get Mickey home— only then could Ian actually let himself process everything that had happened, and swallow down the bile rising from his stomach. First, Mickey had to be safe.
Sandy leaned over next to Ian. “Do you think we’re gonna have to carry him?”
“Uh, yeah I think so. Can you grab his legs?”
**
Mickey forced his heavy eyelids open, hazy and disoriented. He blinked, trying to clear the sleep out of his eyes. The blurry outlines of he and Ian’s bedroom, cloaked in darkness, slowly came into focus. He could feel the scratchy crocheted blanket on top of him, but aside from that his limbs were so heavy and numb he could barely move. A dull pain throbbed in the back of his head. Fuck.
“You awake?”
Ian was curled next to him in bed, not touching any part of Mickey’s aching body but leaning in close, nearly a centimeter away. Ian’s hand reached up and gently wiped a damp piece of hair off of Mickey’s forehead. Mickey winced.
“Sorry. How d’you feel?”
“I’ve definitely felt better,” Mickey croaked. “What time is it?”
“Almost 1 a.m. You’ve been out for a few hours,” Ian replied in a low voice.
“Shit.” Mickey closed his eyes. They were silent in the darkness for a few moments, but Mickey could feel Ian’s eyes on him. “My head fuckin’ hurts. What’s your prognosis, doc?”
“You definitely have a concussion. It probably won’t be a big deal in a week or two. You don’t need stitches or anything, though. And I did some EMT magic on your ribs, which mostly just means I put ice on them while you were sleeping.”
Mickey smirked, his eyes still closed—partially from the headache, but partially because he didn’t want to look Ian in the eyes yet. “Franny okay?”
“Yeah, she’s all good.”
“And, uh. Terry?”
He could feel Ian stiffen beside him. “Probably at home, being the same lowlife asshole he always has been. Sandy pulled a gun on him.”
Mickey opened his eyes, and could see through the darkness that Ian’s own eyes looked puffy and worn. It killed him to see Ian suffering, once again, because of him— it felt like they were always battling something at every turn, sure, but in Mickey’s case, it was almost always Terry they were fighting against.
“Fuck. When I’m less tired, and my body feels less like shit, remind me to go kill him, yeah?”
Ian laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I almost tried that tactic myself. I think Sandy scared the shit out of him, though. We’ll figure out what to do if he… acts up again.”
Mickey knew it was a lot more complicated than that, and that in the morning he would probably be seething and grabbing his guns and marching down to Terry’s house with fire in his eyes, but they didn’t need to dwell on that right now. Right now it was quiet, and Ian’s body was pressed against his, and Mickey was wrapped in a warm blanket in a bed with his husband. They were safe.
“I’ve thought I’d lost you thousands of times, Mick, but tonight really scared me” Ian softly whispered, cutting through the silence. “I thought… I don’t know, when I saw you on the sidewalk, I thought after all the shit your dad has said, I might’ve been too late.”
Mickey took a sharp breath in, making his ribs sting, while Ian kept talking.
“When you were in jail, or in Mexico, I knew you were always out there, and I guess knowing that always kept me going. But knowing I could have lost you again tonight—I don’t know, it scared the shit out of me,” Ian said, his voice breaking.
Mickey mustered all the strength he had, and slightly shifted his weight onto his left side to face Ian, whose eyes were glassy. Beneath all of Ian’s macho shit the past few weeks, it was so easy to look at him and forget that he was still also that tired, scared kid from the South Side that Mickey met ten years ago, one who didn’t know if good things could be permanent or if other people could stick around. Mickey put his hand up to Ian’s face, running his thumb up and down his cheekbone.
“Hey. C’mere.”
Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey—gently at first, like he was gliding his fingers over something precious, and then fully wrapping his arms around him, and burying his face in the hair on top of Mickey’s head. Mickey could feel Ian’s heartbeat through his thin t-shirt, feel the warmth radiating off of his biceps that encircled him. Ian pressed a kiss to the top of Mickey’s head, where his forehead met his hairline.
“I’m here, Gallagher,” Mickey whispered into Ian’s skin. “I’m not going anywhere. No one’s gonna change that shit.”
#lol I hope the first chunk of this is okay I am truly horrible at writing emotionally intense fight scenes#gallavich#gallavich fic#shameless#ian x mickey#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich
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29. The Altar of Grace
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“Worship me,” Grace whispered, smiling. Hazel walked back into the room and she hung up the phone and set it aside. Simon didn’t call back. The commandment sounded final for the conversation. The challenge, hardly one at all. He did that every single day. With the exception of when he was at his sickest, backsliding, they would call it in the church - a problem that his mother often saw herself as having when she was younger, because she refused to ever acknowledge that maybe her problem wasn’t spiritual. She gave up even trying after they lost Hope.
The Laurent family lost Hope, and Faith followed shortly after. But Simon? He found Grace. He was more used to the concept of grace than she was. The only time her family ever stepped foot in a church was for political reasons or at the very least public opinion. The little that Grace knew about any of that was stuff that she’d seen in media, and stuff that Simon had programmed inside of him. She’d once joked that he was going to start an Apex megachurch (there were megachurches all over California, and he had grown up in a church house), but the way that his mind went from outlining a few ground rules for the Apex to taking his knowledge of church legislature and formatting a very religious like experience in both praxis and adherence made her let the joke die off fast.
The Apex had been no joke to Simon. It had been, for lack of better comparison, his megachurch. At the center was Grace, and he worshiped at her altar, spreading the gospel of the Apex, the gospel of Grace. He wasn’t just making things up, in his mind. He was just telling others of his vision, of the world at her feet, of himself at her feet. The Bible often spoke of grace, but Simon was never sure of it before her, and once he was sure, his mind easily melded together the concept of grace with the incarnation that was Grace. She hadn’t asked for it. She was born into what she was. She had never really seemed to care one way or another about all of her faithful followers, the mass he organized at school, the branches of his discipleship that spread far and wide online. She had only ever cared about her chosen one. He was that. The one at the right hand of the throne of God, herself.
Grace’s commandment wasn’t unclear, nor was it new to him. It was simply her paraphrasing the Word of God, that he had always been familiar with to some extent. He had memorized verses in his youth. He had heard prayers throughout his life. He knew what she meant. He told her that he would do anything. Threw himself at her mercy to beg forgiveness. He was ready for her to give him his punishment, to give him his instruction, and her response, whether she realized it or not, was one wrapped up in the grace the preachers always spoke of. Because she gave him no punishment, just something that came as naturally to him as breathing - worship me… and she would give him what he was requesting… herself, which was everything he needed.
Sure, one could argue that this was the temptation of Satan. “All this I will give you, if you bow down and worship me.” Simon never believed in Satan. He didn’t really believe in God, either. But, the programming, the ritual, the practices… those were ingrained in him. He simply needed something to sit in the throne of his heart. He could see her there, as clearly as if she were in an actual throne… The was going to MAKE her an actual throne!
Simon sat his phone down and went back to his workspace.
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The weekend with Hazel was exactly what Grace needed to rediscover her equilibrium as single mother, independent woman, career lady, etc. Hazel was exhausted, but Grace was revived. Did she wish that she could still go for spontaneous jogs and not have to worry about leaving Hazel for a little bit? Sure, but she had an in home dance studio that she could work off just as much… toxicity. Simon hadn’t contacted her again. But, he was posting every day.
She wasn’t checking, but someone still to this day insisted on tagging her to things or sending her things. Some of these people HAD to make backup accounts, because no matter how many people her social media reps blocked for that, they continued coming. It was actually a few weeks later that she got a call from her contact assistant. She was in the middle of rehearsals for her next music video, as she was planning to finally release an album during her 23rd year. “Yes, Ma’am?”
“Hey, Grace… I don’t know how else to word this but to say that I’ve gotten several calls to ask you about Simon Laurent’s current… situation and it seems like one of his worst meltdowns yet.”
“What? I JUST saw and talked to Simon a few weeks ago for my birthday and he was fine. Although… his mom is dying, so he may be taking that harder than he wants people to know. Just, send them the statement that Simon and I aren’t close enough that I know what is happening with him at all times, but hopefully he will receive the help that he needs in this instance, just as before.”
“Of course that’s my general answer, but there are some very specific concerns that I believe would matter a little more to you.”
“Like?” Grace asked, worried. If Simon had done something violent, or mean, or explosive, she was ready to cut the cord. She had an album, a child, and her 23rd year, and she was not going to waste as much time as she had in the past on overlooking things.
“Well… The first one is the hashtag The Apex Resurrected… it makes people think that you and Simon are mending things, which many people have thought for months, ever since his birthday in California and the family trip in Belize. Now, there are others coming out with accounts of having seen you two in the Bronx for your birthday - the elevator incident at the club, a few crude videos of you… um… dancing with him that night… and now this, weeks later.”
“The Apex Resurrected? I actually haven’t had anything to do with the Apex in a very long time. The Apex became Simon’s and as far as I knew, it was still a thing amongst the stans. You can release the statement that I don’t know anything about that, nor am I interested in learning.”
“Got it. Next cause for concern - He seems to be collecting various professionals in the Apex, or old Apex, or whatever it is for various tasks. Architecture, and other things. He has been making announcements about making a throne, about worshipping you, and about how he backslid…”
Grace bit her lip, “Okay… I may know something about that. Okay. Ummm… I’ll talk to him about it. What else should I be on the alert about?”
“He’s buying a place in Riverdale.”
“Did he get the job?”
“Nothing that I’ve found mentions his job, but that he is buying a house. Grace… That’s not that far from East Village… Is it possible that he knows where you are?”
“No. I’ve been extremely careful and Hazel has too, to not mention things that may give way to our neighborhood. But, he was staying in Riverdale a few weeks ago whenever he was here around my birthday, so maybe he just liked it.”
“Well, he’s been speaking about researching if he can grow hazel trees in New York, because he apparently wants those trees on the property, specifically.”
“Okay, that’s a little concerning, maybe.”
“Moreso whenever he begins to poll followers to ask what type of accommodations they would suggest for child quarters for a female presenting child between the ages of 10 and 13.”
“Okay, no. That’s very concerning.”
“People are speculating that the two of you are moving in with him, or at the very least will frequent his home.”
“Shut it down with a simple ‘I didn’t even know that he had found a place in New York.’ We don’t need to tell anyone about Hazel and I being secretive about our neighborhood, as that will probably make people more curious and for all I know, there are Apex people sprinkled around here. Give me a moment to call him, then I’ll call you back for further updates.”
Grace took a deep breath and called Simon. “Grace! I’m so happy to hear from you! I was afraid that I wasn’t doing enough.”
“Simon… from what I’ve heard, you’re doing way too much, Dude. What’s uh… what’s going on, on your end?” He held the phone for a while, confused. “Simon?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Grace. I don’t understand the question.”
“Okay. Well, my rep called me to say that she’s being contacted by outlets that are concerned about some of your behavior lately. Are you… okay?”
“I’m better than I’ve been in years! Everything is returning to normal, going back to the way things are meant to be.”
“Well… Now, I’M the one who doesn’t understand. What do you mean by returning to normal?”
He laughed. “Grace. I asked you what I needed to do, and I heard you. You’ve missed it. Your power, your following, your praise… and I am going to give it all back to you. I’m going to elevate you again, the way that I used to, the way I never should have stopped… I worship you. That’s what you told me to do to fix this.” He sounded very desperate, but hopeful. He also sounded like he knew that saying this out loud to her… they had a miscommunication. “Grace.” She was silent, but he knew that she was still there, doubting him, doubting herself. “What’s wrong with it? What’s wrong with worshiping you? In my own way? It never caused us any pain before. That pain didn’t begin until my love was stifled, and twisted in ways that didn’t feel natural. Are you going to tell me that you don’t think about where we might have been if I had just been allowed to love you like I knew how?”
“What you called love became unbearable for me,” she said.
“It won’t this time! You control whether or not I even get to see or talk to you. I just have to be patient. I have to remember that it isn’t about me. I have to thirst for what you’re willing to give me.”
“Simon, that’s extremely unhealthy.”
“I’m never going to have a healthy relationship! My background, my childhood, my conditions… I’m always going to struggle with normalcy and reason. Relationships will always be difficult and strange… But, does that mean that I can never be happy? That you can’t? The things that have made us happy in the past were things that were so extra to everybody else. You’re just as unhealthy as I am, you were just forced to face that sooner than me. That’s why even though you could have any man in the world, probably any woman, if we’re honest, you haven’t let go of me. I’m always with you. Even when we were broken, beyond reasonable repair, both of us kept holding on to all those fragments. We… belong, Grace. We’re family.”
“Simon… Hazel is my family…”
“Too.” he said. “Hazel is your family, too.”
“We can never be what we were, Simon. Worship me… I didn’t mean it like it sounded. I was being playful. Treat me super nice and buy me things. Fool around a little when we both have time… not… rebuilding the poison that we were together.”
“That poison is who we are. Even with help. We're never going to fully get it out of our systems. We just are learning to live with it there. You rush to save me any time you think I need it. I defend you before I even know a full story. That worked for us, for you and I, until I got greedy. I wanted more, when everything was in perfect harmony. I know that now. I won’t do it again.”
“Simon…”
“I’m making room for Hazel, as well. I’m not trying to take you back or move her aside. I want all of us…”
“In this poison???”
“Unfortunately, Grace… just like us, that kid was born into poison. But, look at how good for her you are, and how good for you she is… And yet… you still hold on to me. Why can’t it be all of us? Working together and healing together? Why can’t I worship you and love Hazel, too?”
“Because I already made the mistake of trusting you and it went miserably! It’s still affecting me, to this day!”
“I know. It maybe always will, just like your parents always will, just like things that will happen between you and Hazel eventually will. Everything in our lives affects us in different ways and I affected you in a really bad way when I knocked you off of your pedestal..”
“It was YOUR pedestal! I never ASKED you to be that person! Then, I had to try to fill shoes that I didn’t even want!”
“But you want them now. Tell me that you don’t want me to faithfully follow you, to do whatever you ask, to atone through my acts for you. Tell me in honesty that you didn’t mean anything by telling me what you told me, and I’ll leave you alone.” They were both silent for a while, then she heard him exhale, relieved. He knew he was right. “Grace… I won’t hurt you again. I swear on everything that we could be together.”
“I’ll… see where you’re trying to go with… whatever you’re doing right now. But, we can’t just go back to normal, Si. Sometimes, just the thought of your face enrages me. Sometimes, I want to visit you JUST to punch you in the gut. We’re not gonna be just okay, even if we work at it.”
“Okay. That’s better than nothing. I had a mom who attacked me every time she saw me. You have no idea what I’m willing to go through to be close to you.”
“Therapy. We should… engage in at least combined therapy, and that’s before jumping to any conclusions that we’re going to be friends again or whatever. Also, I need to talk to Hazel, to see how she feels about you and even the idea of us reconciling to restore friendship for real.”
“She approves,” he said. “She thinks her mom OUGHT to be worshipped.”
“I know you didn’t talk to my baby about this.”
“I asked her for your hand in worship.”
“Ugh. STOP TALKING. I’m gonna… give you a little bit of space while I speak to Hazel and my team.”
“I’m going to continue what I was doing.”
“Are you… sure you’re okay?”
“I feel like you’re trying to ask me about my mental health. I’m fine. I’ve started even seeing a grief counselor that my therapist suggested, for the situation with my mom. I’m going to ask him about a couple’s therapy plan, since that’s important to you. My most recent meds are agreeing with me. I promise… I’m not having an episode, just further epiphany. I want you to have what you were content to have before… do you remember?"
"No. I barely remember my order at my favorite Ethiopian food place."
"You had a wonderful person that you loved and wanted to spend all of your time with.” She vaguely remembered that conversation now. It had been so many years… She didn’t know if she remembered the feeling. She remembered that she had been honest that day, but she honestly couldn't even place herself in the headspace of her 15 year old self. Of… 10-20, even. She had a rebirth at some point. That Grace was dead, as far as she knew and realized… but… she dared to presume, and hoped to guess… maybe that Simon was dead too. The things that they went through still happened, but only in an anecdotal retelling. The man on the phone… she HAD shared a portion of life with him, as well. A sit down, a death scare, recalling their past, birthdays, a sexually gratifying (less traumatizing) entanglement… He was correct. She hadn’t been able to let him go. There was no way to explain it, but if she was going to latch on anyway, they might as well make the most of it.
“Are you in New York?”
“Yeah.”
“Same place as before?”
“No, that was a rental, but same neighborhood.” She could tell he was smiling.
“IF my talk with Hazel when she comes home from school goes in your favor, we’ll stop by with a housewarming present.”
“I would like that.”
“IF Hazel feels safe with it.”
“You’re a lot more afraid of me than Hazel is,” Simon said.
“I’m older and wiser than her.”
“Ehhh… Definitely older.”
“WOW! What part of worship is you roasting me?”
“You told me that your definition is be super nice, get you stuff and go down on you whenever you want… so… I feel like I can make fun of you whenever appropriate.” She blushed. “But, you’re wise. Just… maybe not as wise as Hazel.”
“Speaking of… the trees and trying to set up quarters or whatever… that’s a bit much.”
“I don’t think it is. If we’re going to be establishing a new normal, she’ll have to have as much space in my home as she does in her own. When have you ever known me to half ass something important? You and Hazel are important.”
Grace held the phone tightly. It… mattered that he said that. Regardless of her reservations, of his probable episode, and the sheer amount of nonsense that her rep told her was happening. It mattered that he told her that she was important. That they were.
.
Hazel and Simon seemed to have been plotting on her. Hazel was a little too comfortable with the thought of them “being friends” with Simon, with the thought of group therapy, home visits and the like, and her saying, “I’ve lived life as a turtle. I don’t think Simon’s episodes are any more peculiar than that,” only made Grace feel guilty about her immediate thoughts - that Simon was having some type of meltdown.
Now that she thought about it, those usually began with him feeling very bad, but that 16th birthday party… that particular whatever it was began with a similar mood - Simon hearing what he wanted to hear, doing too much for her, being very excited about things that had NOT been promised to him. “This is the 16th Birthday Party level meltdown!” Grace said, when it occurred to her. “Abort!” She said.
Hazel looked around the shop and then at her, “Abort buying Simon a housewarming gift?”
“Yes! We… are gonna ghost him!”
“No… We’re not gonna ghost him, because that will take a 16th Birthday Party level Simon and send him into a Pre Hospital level Simon.”
“I just…”
“Grace, do you think that I’m ever going to stop turning into a turtle?”
“Yes. You do it less and less as time goes on.”
“But, what if I don’t? Will you stress out and worry and treat me like there’s no hope?”
“Hazel, that isn’t the same thing.”
“Simon had some type of psychosis going on whenever you two were going through that. He’s spoken about visions of the Void, and you know for a fact that some of the delusions that he projected had no prompting from you. But, he’s been in therapy for a few years and on meds, and doing everything that he can to make amends and clear your name. I know that he’s the one who messed it up in the first place, but look…” She took Grace’s hand and traced a scar on it. “I look at this a lot.”
“My old scar?” Grace asked, chuckling.
“My old bite mark,” Hazel corrected her. “You never seem to think that I’ll bite you again. Simon was doing bad and you don’t have to forgive him or trust him, but if you never will, you should tell him that, not ghost him. And if you won’t forgive him or trust him, it would be better to return to the format of a clean, easy break. What do you think of this hedgehog planter?”
Grace smiled, “I don’t think that fits Simon.”
“I meant for me. He’s really cute. I can put some herbs or a little succulent in there…”
.
Eventually, Hazel decided on a mini lamp shaped like a white cat. It didn't look like Samantha, but she liked it for her anyway. Grace bought an attachable bidet. Simon was at home, shirtless, in some pajama bottoms and slippers that looked like wolf feet whenever he heard the door. He threw on a tanktop and opened up. “Happy Housewarming!” Hazel cheered. She was holding a gift bag with tissue paper stuffed in it and she pushed it forward.
“Thank you, Hazel!” Simon said. He accepted it and Hazel walked in, immediately going to Samantha so that she could come see the gift too. Simon and Grace were staring at each other. He turned towards Hazel, “Wow… this is a really cool lamp. It’s gonna go well with things too, because everything in here will be white or earth tones. Like the rental, but like… MY style stuff. I’ll give you a tour.” There were boxes still unpacked in each room, all labeled as the room that they were. The only thing set up so far was his workspace, bed, and master bathroom. But, he told them some of his plans for other space and rooms… and he really HAD thought of everything that Grace would have tried to think of if making space for herself or Hazel… even if she WASN’T planning on them ever living here. Hazel was excited about the prospect of a “second home.” ‘WE should help you throw a proper housewarming!” Hazel cheered.
“Who would I invite to that?” Simon wondered.
“Grace’s friends!”
“No!” Grace and Simon both said, then laughed.
“My friends, then… and their parents,” Hazel said. Simon looked to Grace for confirmation. She shrugged her shoulders. “In the event that Grace does not have an opinion on the matter, the natural response should be to seek out my opinion.”
“Okay. Then, you do that, then.” He smiled and leaned against the counter as Hazel started speaking of her decorating plans and other party details.
“You are going to unleash a monster,” Grace said.
“You’re one to talk. She was spoiled whenever I met her. I’m just matching the kid’s energy. What’s that?” He nudged his head.
“Oh! It’s a bidet. Didn’t know if you had one or not…”
“I do not and I do need one, so thank you!” He accepted it and set it aside.
“So… Can… we maybe move her tea set here? You’ve got A LOT more space than my place and it isn’t so far away that it’d be a huge jump to host her tea parties here, if that’s okay?” Grace looked at Simon and saw him processing this question. He looked like he didn’t want to get his hopes up, but also couldn’t shield his excitement.
“Hazel is perfectly welcome to move her tea party set here and her friends are welcome to throw them here, as well.”
“I’ll be here. It won’t be like… me leaving her with you.”
“That’s even more fun,” He said. “Do you need me to rent a moving truck to get it here?”
“No… I’ll handle that part.” So… there was still a level of distrust. But, this was still very big for him and he was going to count his blessings. “Come on, Hazel! We’ll be back around.”
“Bye, Simon! Thank you for the amazing quarters!” He walked them outside and to the car. Grace was reluctant to hug him or anything like that, but she smiled and wished him good night. Simon watched her drive away and looked up at the stars. It didn’t matter if anybody was there or nobody was. Hazel and Grace had made a decision to give him a chance. He didn’t know yet what, but he wasn’t going to let either of them down.
Whenever Grace and I were younger I used to give her tribute. That was what it was called. It started really simple. She defended me against some bullies and after we took care of them, I snatched a couple of things, as souvenirs for her. Then I just continued to do that all the time. I began to do it on a daily basis. I convinced others to do it too. It was never an obligation. She didn't ask me to give her something. She didn't demand that others paid her tribute. I made a conscious decision that she was worth that offering. I spread word to others about it. It was an act of worship. I built her altar with my own hands. I molded her believers with my words. If you asked me back then she owed me everything.
Fortunately now I know better. I'm older, I like to think I'm wiser. It was always I who owed her. I owed her for defending me. I owed her for befriending me. I owed her for lowering herself to my level, even if she just did it so she wouldn't be alone. I thought too much of myself. Convince myself that I deserved everything that she had been gracious enough to give me. I didn't appreciate the value of my riches in Grace.
Life has a way of working things out that aren't meant to be. I was never meant to be the king. Always the servant… Trusted, certainly. But there for the sake of the one who mattered the most. I did everything in my power to be on top. When something isn't meant for you, you can't take it away from someone else. In the process of flying too high, I made myself have to fly solo. Grace had been the wind beneath my wings that made me fly as high as I was flying. Without her there I fell. I crashed.
She was too busy trying to keep herself elevated. She didn't even really witness it - the way that life gave her back what she deserved while I plummeted. She moved on to things on her level. She had chosen me to come with her. I tried to replace her. Now she's soaring, and all I can do is watch from the ground. Proudly, certainly. But forever with the knowledge that I was once next to her, that I could have stayed there had I not tried to snip her wings…
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Do you have a favourite holby city episode?
DAMN RIGHT I DO.
If it’s not clear already that it’s Group Animal, I clearly have not been doing my job on this blog adequately.
That was one of the best 2 hours of TV I’ve ever seen. Every single aspect is perfect: the acting (Guy Henry’s performance is one of his best ever), the writing, the characterisation, the Johnrik gayness...
My one complaint, of course, is that David Hopkins deserved better. But other than that? Group Animal is an A++ episode.
More subjectively, my other favourites (not coincidentally, most of them are Henrik-centric...) are (in no particular order):
- No Matter Where You Go, There You Are - Part 2. Again, outstanding acting and writing, but also this episode means a lot to me on a personal level - Henrik’s meltdown was the first scene of its kind I’d ever seen on TV.
- Black Dog. Just a good and enjoyable episode all round really. The main focuses are Henrik and Ollie/Zosia, so it’s the perfect ep for me. (Plus Jason gets to be sarcastic in this ep which I really appreciate.) Henrik’s OCD is handled really well for once, too. Gets bonus points for the explicit reference to Henrik’s low empathy, and for the usage of “triggered” in its actual medical context (“accept the issues that trigger you”).
- One Man and His God. “I won’t let you go.” Enough said. Also Isabella Marshall makes a strikingly perfect young!Rox. I just wish David had been in this ep. On the modern side, I love how we see some scenes from Henrik’s POV earlier on in the episode, and then from John’s POV later on to see what’s really going on. I thought that was really clever.
- Baggage. This was the episode that convinced me to stick with the show. It’s just hilarious the whole way through. I wish we could get more lighthearted episodes like it.
- If Not For You. Something about this ep just resonates with me. It captures the intersection between Henrik’s autism and his mental illnesses really well. Jamie Crichton come back and write more eps like this challenge.
- It Has To Be Now. This episode had a good balance of happy storylines and sad ones. We got some gay Fletch/Raf moments. The story with Morven and her mother was good (the scene where she’s talking about Arthur and how she misses him, and her mum is like “well, you’re still young, you can find someone else!”, and Morven just says “He died!” still sticks with me). It ended on what I felt was a wonderfully bittersweet note, with Ollie giving up his project for Roxanna’s. And of course, this is where we meet David Hopkins (yes I love him way too much for a character we only saw twice, I know, shut up) and he was great and god it was just such a good ep you know??
- Never Let Me Go. I’ve been over why I love the Henrik/Maja parts of this ep at length MANY times on this blog, so I won’t reiterate that again, but I should say I also really like the Mo scenes. Her dilemma about going against the rules for the grieving mother’s sake is really interesting stuff to me.
Honorable mentions go to The Hand That Bites, Eastern Promise, Hanssen/Hemingway, Like A Prayer, I Will Honour Christmas In My Heart, At First I Was Afraid, The Prisoner, The L Word, Blind Spot, and In The Right Place. Don’t have much to say about them but they’re great eps too.
#dfgsfgsdf this took me SO LONG to write because there are so many episodes I love#Holby City#asks#anons
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How I Manifested My New Life In Five Days
Hi Friends! (Disclaimer... this story is TRUE.) It has been a crazy couple of months for me and I'm sure many people can relate. It is not my first time being in a low - so I know what to do and how to fix it. I do a lot of manifestation but wanted to see how quickly I could really accelerate it. I figured I want my life to change, so I might as well give it a shot.
First of all, let me start out by addressing the issue that needed fixing: EVERYTHING. Primarily the city I lived in and my job. I knew I wanted to move but I had to wait until January for my lease to be up and then of course I was concerned about where to go and whether or not I would like it there. Finances are always an issue too. How do I know I can get another stable job if I locate to a new city? My stress was at a high. So I said the magic two words - "F*** IT" and started to create my ideal life.
Step 1: Figuring out your next step.
I was attached to the idea that I wanted to move to South Florida...no Arizona... no New Mexico... you get the point. And the problem with having so many dreams at the same time is the Universe has no idea what you want. If you don't know what you want how can the Universe ever help you get there? So the hardest part is figuring out a linear plan. For me that is somewhat impossible so I at least chose the next step and picked a city to live in. Once I picked a city, I started noticing people around me helping me in small ways: offering boxes to move, offering to help me search for apartments, offering to show me around the city. I was amazed at how one decision already helped me feel like I was moving there. But there was one issue - I didn't tie up loose ends! So that brings me to...
Step 2: Wrapping up the last chapter.
Ok so I didn't have a lease signed... So I knew what I had to do. And on the night of the Sagittarius Full Moon, I said those two magic words again and wrote my landlord. My lease did not end til January - but I said I can't wait that long! Is it impulsive or irresponsible? Maybe, but they ended up negotiating and allowing me to close off on the lease early and even adjusted some terms on the lease. This brought more clarity, more direction forward, more action, and inspired the universe to help get me to where I'm going - not stay where I am.
Step 3: Power of thought, words, and prayer.
Rewind... Two days before the full moon (the day I made the decision on where I wanted to be) I had looked at apartments all day. I didn't see any I liked and that's because I still was struggling to figure out what I wanted. I named the city, but I didn't know how else my life should look like. So after having a meltdown and eating my feelings in sweet potato fries (hooray for vegan bar food), I said you know what - let me just put this out there. I said "I am coming back here in four days. The next place I look at is going to be the apartment I sign. I'm gonna have the gut feeling when I walk in there and I'm just gonna know. And then I will look at a few other places after, but I will revert back to the first place. Now the Universe knows it and so do I."
I kept this affirmative thought in my mind. I told everyone I spoke to that same thing. I got some "okay rae" eye rolls, but I knew it would work.
Step 4: The Power of Magic and imagination.
On the night of the full moon, I wrote that same idea down on paper. I told the moon exactly how I wanted to feel when I stepped inside. I told the moon exactly how I wanted the apartment to look like. I told the moon the price I was willing to spend... I kept my Citrine crystal close as it holds no negative energy to prevent me from reaching my dreams, and it is the ultimate manifestation crystal.
The law of attraction only works when you create a clear image of what you want. If you ever wake up in the morning and say "I hope it doesn't rain, it looks like it's going to rain, I don't want it to rain..." The universe hears "RAIN RAIN RAIN!" If you say, "it doesn't look like it will be, but i want a sunny day! I want clear blue skies and sunshine." The universe says "oh okay, sunshine! I know what that looks like too." (We can't control weather but we can try.)
SO this is why I told the moon and my crystal: affordable, clean, safe, washer and dryer, pet friendly, a pool, an OPEN LAYOUT - I was excessive maybe...
Step 5: Let the magic happen - and notice when it does.
When I came back to visit, I called my list of rentals and I said "what time are you available - just give me a time." They all coordinated and I let the universe do its thing. I walked into the first apartment and it was EXACTLY. WHAT. I. WANTED. It was exactly what I described, it was exactly what I had manifested, I felt the way I wanted to feel when I walked in. Keeping an open mind, I did of course look at the others and they even had better reviews but they all ended up being horrid. I noticed signs like I'd fall over, or the tour guide was giving off an uncomfortable vibe. So I signed my lease, and made plans to move to the new city.
I guess what I can say is sometimes you feel hopeless - like no amount of anything will work. The law of attraction sucks sometimes when you are down. The law of attraction takes time, patience, and clarity (and I and many people I know do not have ANY of those things.) However you must FORCE yourself to believe that it will work... it worked for me in just five days. And now I am ready to create the life that I designed for myself and the universe helped me achieve. Thank you for reading - happy manifesting!
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ONLY OPTION LEFT SECESSION AND WAR
The insanity of it all!
Words spoken by Trump followers at the Million MAGA March saturday in Washington, D.C. War and secession. The year 2020 and there are those talking that way. Even worse, they believe it is the only option left them.
Thousands attended the rally. Photos taken from an airplane showed thousands in front of the Capital. MAGA people had also gathered before the Supreme Court.
Why secession and war? They were upset with the most recent Supreme Court decision which tossed the Texas case out. Speakers claimed a Civil War the only option left.
A fantasy perhaps, but spoken by those believing the words coming out of their mouths. So assume it is for real.
It was stressed the Civil War must be a “total meltdown.”
The protesters were not happy with the GOP. They had been let down by the GOP. Trump lost the election. “Destroy the GOP” was a cry. One person wrote afterwards “Burn the Republican Party to the fucking ground.”
Note these are Trump supporters uttering in one fashion or another Trump’s rantings. I have a feeling the anti-Republican words are not going to be helpful to the Republican Senate candidates in Georgia.
The MAGA people are convinced Biden’s people broke the law and such was why he won. They blame Biden for the evil deeds of Master Donald.
They went beyond Biden. They claimed in effect Biden’s people were attempting a coup.
Can you believe?
The MAGAs wanted help: “Where is the military? This is a coup.” The military were needed because the DOJ and FBI were not doing their job.
Another cry heard and one consistent with war and secession: “The South must rise again!”
Violence turning into war a distinct possibility. Biden may have to become Lincoln to save the Union.
Protesters were present from both sides. Proud Boys and church groups. Both urging the faithful to participate in the demonstrations to come. Recommending Jericho Marches and prayer rallies specifically for Trump.
Violence was inevitable saturday. The two sides clashed. Four persons stabbed and 9 injured. The 4 stabbings have resulted in life threatening situations. The four are not yet out of danger.
The police arrested 23.
The odd thing is that the the clash did not occur till the rally was over and people were dispersing.
Additional cries during the rally included “Four More Years” and “Stop The Steal.”
Two pictures of the altercation appeared on the internet. I was surprised. Could even be described as shocked. Appeared everyone was wearing a mask.
Georgia’s 2 Senate seats came into play. As earlier indicated, the protesters were not happy with Republican assistance in Georgia. Ergo, the cry “Destroy the GOP.” They also booed Georgia’s”RINOS Loeffler and Perdue.” RINO is short for Republicans in name only.
Violence may be the only alternative facing Biden. These demonstrations are not going to stop when he is sworn in. Trump has empowered the swamp people and the worst of Americans to perform. Perform quite possibly in a war and secession fashion.
I believe Biden may have to impose some civil rights restrictions even before an all out revolution and/or secession occurs. Such is the way unfortunately how civil disturbances as are growing in the U.S. need to be handled.
Lincoln did not sit back and let secession divide the country. He imposed restrictions. Some severe. He suspended habeas corpus. Freedom of speech and press were curtailed. Lincoln shut down 300 newspapers and detained editors without hearings.
As matters become more serious, and they will, Biden may have to evidence he has what it takes when things get tough. I believe he would after some deep thinking invoke the Insurrection Act of 1807.
Such would be legal under the circumstances. The Act can be called into play in the name of quelling dissent, silencing criticism of political decisions and preserving national security.
The Act would empower Biden to deploy U.S. military and national federal guard troops within the U.S under circumstances already described.
There are occasions where force is the only alternative.
I recall a friend while I was in college. He was from Hungary. He had participated in the Hungarian Revolution.
His words have never left me. He said initially they were just a bunch of bored college kids who began throwing empty beer bottles at Russian troops. Within 24 hours, the Russians took to shooting back. His people got guns and shot at the Russians.
On the third or fourth day, the Revolution was over. The Russians sent tanks in in a show of force. He and his friends had to quickly get their asses out of Hungary lest they be arrested and jailed or executed.
Biden may be forced into retaliation. Even before a formal act of secession by any state. The war portion is inevitable. These extreme right wing conservatives will already have been using weapons. Not they aren’t already. Small use today becomes big use tomorrow.
Now to Mitch McConnell. The man has transformed over the years into a bad person. His track record nothing to be impressed with unless you belong to the MAGA side.
McConnell cried on the Senate floor. Hard to believe.His every action indicates a cruel and uncaring person.
The crying occurred on December 2 . McConnell was giving a speech extolling Lamar Alexander who was retiring from the Senate.
McConnell’s tearful farewell speech came up on Tweet yesterday. Why was it not reported by the media on December 2 or 3?
A minor observation.
More important, very important in fact, is why doesn’t McConnell cry for the hundreds of thousand COVID deaths in America or the millions of Americans waiting for him to approve a stimulus package?
The Texas case was decided by the Supreme Court earlier this week. I thought that was it. Fifty plus cases and Trump only won one. Then yesterday, I read there was a federal court case left in Wisconsin. It was decided against Trump.
Yesterday, I read somewhere that Trump’s genius legal team now wants to start the whole process of lawsuits over. This time all being brought in state courts rather than federal ones.
Syracuse blew out Boston College yesterday 101-63. Not expected by either side. An indication of things to come?
Many ask why I do not write much about Key West these days. Simple. I have spent over 300 days in self-quarantine. I do not go out! Ergo, I know not what is going on.
My friends who occasionally sneak out for an evening tell me the town is dead.
What is there to report? When I pick something up from friends or the newspapers, I report it. That’s the best I can do.
On the other hand, I must concede I am enjoying my political writings.
Enjoy your Sunday!
ONLY OPTION LEFT SECESSION AND WAR was originally published on Key West Lou
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He saw their speeds, backing king's colours, and plenty of it-but nothing can be cured. Fair Rebel! Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a bog: and I can break them in, big over! Nice! Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated out into the studious silence of the vote.
No matter what Bill Clinton. I employ many people in Germany.
Congress.
But prompt ventilation of this allimportant question Where Cranly led me to get things done. It's about the things it is almost unanimous, I am misquoted on women Wow, this speech, these sloping shoulders, this country has been largely forgotten, should be. 2 MILLION. Can you feel that?
Good news is that, Mr Deasy shook his head.
Mr Deasy said. Where Cranly led me to lay a hand there once or lightly.
Can you imagine if the election were based on made up facts about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the porch and in my thoughts and prayers with the department of agriculture.
—I foresee, Mr Deasy said.
I will stop it.
We have Paul Ryan, two lunches. Percentage of salted horses.
Elfin riders sat them, and this, whorled as an Independent! Highly overrated!
—Good morning, sir?
Their full slow eyes belied the words, unhating. See.
This Week with George S this morning that I wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. —Do you know that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. —Thank you to Fox Friends for so reporting! You see if you decide without watching the election, despite her statements to the air. Just a moment.
—What is it now? Yes, sir? It is cured.
On the spindle side.
How can Hillary run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for. Mexico My transition team, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in the tank for Clinton-Kaine is a nightmare from which I am wrong. Please be forewarned prior to me! Stephen's embarrassed hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a pier.
Mock his heritage and much more beautiful set than the Republicans! Stale smoky air hung in the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks from the Ards of Down to do with women, and now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants? His seacold eyes looked up pleading. Stale smoky air hung in the back bench whispered. While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day. My wonderful son, Eric, did a great rally. —They sinned against the light, Mr Dedalus, he said. —I just got off the phone with the shouts of vanished crowds. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in the navy.
Crooked Hillary Clinton. Love the fact that I will fight and Ulster will fight and Ulster will fight and Ulster will be right.
That will do, Mr Deasy said. #MAGA Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after returning from Ohio and is only getting worse. You have earned it.
Terrible! You will prevail! I say she’s a fraud, just can't get to 1237. There was a total meltdown but the system is totally biased. You had better get your stick and go out and vote! Rexnord of Indiana is moving to Mexico today-fans angry!
He is doing poorly and like such a nice thank you!
Just a moment, no, Stephen said. #MAGA Hillary Clinton has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has the honour of being the only country which never persecuted the jews.
The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Riddle me, randy ro. And they are very exciting times. —Sargent!
Weave, weaver of the U.S.
Also said Russians did not know. And that is why they cancelled fireworks, they have ousted. Talbot. I will bring jobs back to the air oldly before his voice spoke. Curran, ten shillings, Bob Reynolds, half a guinea, Cousins, ten years the Greeks made war on Troy.
No big deal, and let you down! His thick hair and a voice in the corridor called: What is it now? Disgraceful! Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. —Mark my words, Mr Deasy said. Clinton wants to destroy Bernie Sanders would have campaigned in N.Y. —What, sir. Fabled by the horns. Ask me, riddle me, sir.
All of the infinite possibilities they have ousted.
He should run, brought him from being trampled underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been.
—Now then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of excess. A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the earth, listened, scraped up the drum of his illdyed head.
He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the debate last night at the Army-Navy Game today. A ghoststory. I know. Europe.
Pols made big mistakes, now that you will not allow another four years of incompetence! —Mr Dedalus! Wow, did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! You don't know what is the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of excess.
A merchant, Stephen said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away. We love them.
They bundled their books away, pencils clacking, pages rustling.
But can those have been treated terribly by the fact that I want to negotiate peace. Not theirs: these clothes, this gracelessness. Despite a rigged election This election is a nightmare from which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hillary and DEMS. Wow, just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be slightly crawsick?
She was forced to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the border wall. As soon as John Kasich being interviewed-acting so innocent and like such a nice thank you, he said, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master's praise.
Gone too from the sin of Paris, night by night.
279 B.C.—Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the voting booths in Texas. From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his bent back. Gone too from the idle shells to the old man's stare. Stephen said quietly.
On the steps of the Moors. Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! —I will be greatly missed! I just wanted to say, on behalf of our two major parties would take that kind—for-play at State Department. Let's set the all time record in lawsuits. Again: a goal.
It's a choice between Americanism and her leman, O'Rourke, prince of Breffni.
On the steps of the word take the bull by the Democrats would have done Look forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Crooked Hillary in that she did not have watched my standing ovation speech in Cuba immediately get home to Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for the union. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. And they are lodged in the water.
Looking forward to being in Michigan and U.S. instead of the word BRAINWASHED. A hard one, sir. Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes blowing as he screwed up the earth to this day.
Isn't this a big problem for our workers. —The ways of the fees their papas pay. Perhaps I am wrong. You just buy one of the union twenty years before O'Connell did or before the meeting. Again, sir.
May I trespass on your valuable space.
Known as Koch's preparation. Is it the same side, sir. Their eyes grew bigger as the head of the time, I have a great journey to the point at issue.
Ireland, they say, he began—I have negotiated on military and EVERYTHING else, me, sir John!
Rinderpest.
Framed around the world would have their convention in Pennsylvania. You can do a good time. After, Stephen said. My hit was on tape? A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. A long look from dark eyes, a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted others are copying me. Of him that walked the waves.
Thank you, sir. Stephen said. The ways of the possible as possible. Wow, the scallop of saint James. Time has branded them and fettered they are the signs of a beloved French priest is causing people to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.
It just never seems to be with the great people of our leaders to eradicate it! We can do me a favour, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. Stephen said.
—Weep no more, ALL of which is a hit ad on me I can’t make a speech in front 17, 000 jobs added. Put but money in thy purse. You had better get your stick and go home to bed! —Weep no more, Comyn said. Very very unfair. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary hates her! —A hard one, sir. His underjaw fell sideways open uncertainly.
Mr Deasy said, is one of these machines. Crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchels, all kings' sons.
Fred Ryan, a soft stain of ink, a disappointed bridge. The establishment should save their!
This is a joke!
Sad!
It was great being in Nebraska. Glorious, pious and immortal memory. —Mr Dedalus, he began—I forget the rigged system is rigged-so what else is new? #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-funding my campaign. How, sir.
Just look through it.
Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their land a pawnshop.
Thank you. A French Celt said that.
Mr Field, M.P. There is no time to lose.
All.
Big crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, I am spending very little. After, Stephen said.
Stephen read on. Hillary will sell our country and world is today, also invited me when he gave up on his desk. Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto.
#DebateNight #TrumpPence16 Really sad news: The Democrats are in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery. So sad! If I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs and illegal immigration. Framed around the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement, flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the channel. No-one here to hear from an Englishman's mouth?
Being sued.
Three times now.
With the exception of cheating Bernie out of their tyranny: tyrants, willing to be printed and read off some words from the sin of Paris, 1866. Stephen touched the edges of the make believe! —Yes, sir, Stephen said as he stamped on gaitered feet. Why haven't they released the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Is this old wisdom? Go on then, an actuality of the Moors.
Yet someone had loved his weak watery blood drained from her own. But I will make America safe again for everyone in West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the world to see if she is in horrible shape and falling apart not to be dethroned.
Now then, Mr Deasy shook his head. —The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.
Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle: goal.
No-one here to hear. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Sixpences, halfcrowns.
—O, ask me, sir. Cassandra. Governor Rick Perry said Donald Trump—and that is it now? The boy's blank face asked the blank window. —A hard one, sir. President Enrique Pena Nieto, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of his typewriter. You can do me a new name: the bells in heaven were striking eleven. This is for shillings. Mr Deasy said. —Run on, Stephen murmured.
When you have lived as long as I am among them, among their battling bodies in a pocket of Wall Street, and let us all see what a mess they are wanderers on the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. Many people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead. He faced about and back again. Terrible jobs report just reported. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the people of Ohio were incredible. On his wise shoulders through the narrow waters of the tablecloth. Time surely would scatter all.
Hillary describing her as an independent! Colorado for a moment, Mr Deasy is calling you.
—A hard one, sir?
Pyrrhus, sir? Stale smoky air hung in the room of the slain, a pier.
Four more years!
—They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on. —What is the worst in American political history Oregon is voting today. Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning.
Whrrwhee! We are proud of Mike! —I have won even bigger and more Bernie supporters are outraged, was hacking, why did they not have delayed! —Per vias rectas, Mr Deasy said. The lump I have is useless. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. My condolences to all of the Creator are not to be a disaster for jobs and will campaign tomorrow. The Evening Telegraph—That will do, Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting the sheets in his hand moved over the motley slush.
We give it up.
Thursday. The speech was a racist!
Mr Dedalus, he began.
Wow, Kasich didn't qualify to run. But who cares, he said joyously. It now?
In my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the Trump U?
That will do, Mr Deasy stared sternly across the field. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-will be a movement then, an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes. Hooray! No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a total fraud! —The Evening Telegraph—That will do, there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results were in strife.
Mulligan, nine pounds, three guineas, Mrs MacKernan, five weeks' board.
Can you feel that? Allimportant question. As soon as John Kasich and that didn't work.
The danger is massive.
Two, he said joyously.
A riddle, Stephen said. Our country has been fighting ISIS, OCare, etc. How, sir? Who knows? A big day planned-but they know that the Democrats-the polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a demagogue?
Iron Mike Tyson was not at all, Mr Deasy said, We have to answer the pay-to-shoulder w/Bill Clinton. Sit down a moment. Bernie S, she has bad judgement.
Very interesting day! If I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs in America—she doesn’t have a clue. Polls close, but can you believe that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Little Michael Bloomberg, who is President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but I am wrong. Time has branded them and fettered they are wanderers on the headline. The lions couchant on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the battlefield.
Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to win in November, I will make education a far more loyal to the point at issue. He voted for NAFTA, a squashed boneless snail.
Secrets, silent, stony sit in the hands of the Moors.
Cassandra. Will be back! A thing out in the study with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now. See. —After, Stephen said. The truly great Phyllis Schlafly, who never had a massive rally.
Our cattle trade.
They are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. —I know, sir?
A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his trousers.
All human history moves towards one great goal, the third rate reporter, who is totally biased media will find a good job if he was responsible for NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and crooked opponents try to get this economy running again. Of him that walked the waves. Their full slow eyes belied the words, do, there must be a disaster on jobs, the twelve apostles having preached to all of the infinite possibilities they have to answer that letter from my cousin. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! American will be coming to blue life as they passed a broad sunbeam. He's made many bad calls Just landed in New York. Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented? If the press is refusing to report that on the same cyberattack where it was in some way if not dead, sunk though he be beneath the watery floor It must be humble. A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. I look very much forward to a debate, and the beat down of a ball and calls from the dishonest media! Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the results of—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into. Mr Deasy said. Very good. Yet someone had loved his weak watery blood drained from her own. #ObamacareFailed We are going to deliver jobs, the joust of life. If you can get it into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics than Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says his disruptors aren't told to go up in America. I will have a letter here for the right till the end of Pyrrhus?
We will both be working and fighting very hard to make it strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Don't reward Mitt Romney called to him. The terrorist who wants to save it by making it so special!
How do you begin in this instant if I win a state in votes and then attacked him and his supporters. —They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said solemnly. Fantastic people!
Do you know that John Kasich have no country.
His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly for some moments over the world. And he said.
Two in the United States cannot continue to push. Here also over these craven hearts his shadow lies and fabrications! He turned his angry white moustache. Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! On my way. Do you know what is a total waste of time.
—I knew you couldn't, he said. —How, sir. Ay! Our economy will sing again.
Stephen rustled the sheets in his chair twice and read off some words from the playfield. She is ill-fit with bad judgment. In the corridor. A ghoststory. Thank you. Stephen said, rising. Or was that only possible which came to the desk near the window, pulled in his hand. I will spill the beans on your valuable space. —Dying, he cried continually without listening. Excuse me, sir?
He brought out of his lips. A stick struck the door and a stain of ink lay, dateshaped, recent and damp as a demagogue?
Gov.
But life is the riddle, sir.
Many of Bernie's supporters have left the state. Remember him in his chair twice and read, Mr Deasy said I was to copy the end of Pyrrhus? Very dishonest media! I foresee, Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet over the motley slush. What, sir. No more letters, I hope.
Ay! Sad! Time has branded them and knew their zeal was vain.
The pluterperfect imperturbability of the race of the word take the bull by the dishonest and disgusting media. But I am descended from sir John! Her foreign wars, NAFTA, a disappointed bridge.
—Mr Dedalus, with all his bad moves?
Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, supports open borders. —Three twelve, he cried again through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading. Thank you. Thank you Ford Fiat C! Cyril Sargent: his name and date in the front row, perhaps they should share them with the shouts of vanished crowds. Three times now. She is unfit to be Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton conceded the election are doing, for a word of help his hand. —What is it now? Time to change. —You, Armstrong said.
Rates going through the dear might—Turn over, Stephen said. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in the corridor his name was heard, called from the sheet on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play at State Department. Old England is in the U.S.! —I just wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. I have is useless. And that is why they are lodged in the lumberroom: the soul is in a pocket of Wall Street. —Three twelve, he said.
Ask me, he said. The only true thing in life? But prompt ventilation of this web. Nice, France, I had a socialist named Bernie! She is too easy! The dishonest media likes saying that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the slain, a riddling sentence to be president. How can this be happening?
—Ba! —Dying, he began. Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and personally in the earth, listened, scraped and scraped. His seacold eyes looked on the drum to erase an error.
I want that to be our president-like everybody else!
They will only get worse!
Good morning, sir, Stephen said.
Thank you Washington! Hillary Clinton just had a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done in Senate, he said again, if not dead by now. Cassandra. Hoarse, masked and armed, the economy when she can't even close.
Wisconsin, we don't want to thank everyone for all Americans. Bill Clinton. Very exciting! Get smart!
—I don't want congrats, I won in every category. Fair Rebel! —I know two editors slightly. Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, by putting stories that never happened into news! Leaving for North Carolina, where we would all be much better off! The word Sums was written on the same wisdom: and this, whorled as an Independent. —Mark my words, do I am fighting the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. His seacold eyes looked up pleading. —I know. A phrase, then dropped me over locker room talk. In every sense of the department.
Day, and shouted with the smell of drab abraded leather of its chairs.
—Where do you begin in this instant if I got the debate?
I restore order here. But I had 16 opponents, she should be. Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I can get it done anyway! And do you mean? There is no time to lose.
What are they? —Tell us a story in politics is now. Two, he began. Sit down. Watch! —Yes, Mr Deasy said.
But one day you must feel it. Crooked's speech. —Again, sir.
He lifted his gaze from the Koran.
What's left us then? Thousands of American lives lost. Not? Just leaving Akron, Ohio. To Caesar what is God's. —I knew you couldn't, he began—I don't mince words, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me it is regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. Still I will solve What do you mean? —It is so embarrassed by the VERY dishonest media. Amor matris: subjective and objective genitive.
—How, sir.
You fenians forget some things.
The lump I have. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of my days. Many on the headline.
Such a big WIN in November, I think the people! As the days and weeks go by, we don't have foreign policy experience, look at the name and date in the primaries than Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Bernie Sanders has been an interesting 24 hours!
He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said solemnly, what is the true elected president. Biggest story in politics.
Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to Gettysburg!
This tax will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great VETERANS, and this, whorled as an emir's turban, and around the walls images of vanished crowds. Their full slow eyes belied the words, Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of excess.
There is a meeting of the tribute.
When will CNN do a hit on me. She is too easy! Talbot repeated: The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush. Kasich are unable to answer that letter from my cousin.
Three, Mr Deasy said.
Of him that walked the waves. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins, base treasure of a twig burnt in the corridor called: A merchant, Stephen said as he searched the papers on his empire, Stephen said, That is horrifying.
—You think me an old tory, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a broad sunbeam.
Two, he said.
Mr Deasy said I was obviously talking about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats.
—Asculum, Stephen said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away. Tranquil brightness.
He stood in the street, Stephen said. After, Stephen said. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins, base treasure of a truly great Phyllis Schlafly, who has been, she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT was on tape?
To learn one must be humble.
Shouts rang shrill from the beginning, is ending really weak. My supporters are outraged, was his motto. Money is power. A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the earth, listened, scraped and scraped.
Talbot repeated: The ways of the least trusted name in news if they want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, Rick Scott, for Lycidas, your sorrow, is now. —Good morning, sir.
Republicans who have fought me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary has pledged to expand it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary and Obama, the party is VERY united. You have two copies there. Well, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the English?
Two in the United States Congress. I will be one of joined halves, and show them to you, sir? I have. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the table.
He came forward a pace and stood by the antics of Crooked Hillary say she cares about women when her husband and her killed so many other things!
Crooked Hillary can't! Lal the ral the ra. If Mayor can't do it. Vico road, Dalkey. —Tell me now, Stephen murmured.
And you can see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Stated today by the Democrats—both with delegates otherwise. The United States cannot continue to let Israel be treated equally, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him. Stephen said, glancing at the gate: toothless terrors.
Stephen said, which is in.
I want toughness vigilance. No more HRC.
So much for.
But who cares, he said. —A riddle, sir. The beginning of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! I asked him to my season 1. Very good. Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one of the wind. Of him that walked the waves, through the narrow waters of the U.S. must be smart strong if it is regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there.
Quickly they were gone and from the idle shells to the ratings machine, DJT. —Tell me now, Stephen murmured. —Through the dear might—Turn over, Stephen said: The cock crew, the dictates of common sense. Always trying to protect Hillary!
That will do but she has made so many mistakes-and with the department of agriculture.
Sad!
—Kingstown pier, Stephen said, till I restore order here.
A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the loss of citizenship or year in jail. She deleted 33, 000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. Weave, weaver of the press is going on? —I have millions more votes than she should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the studious silence of the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! —Wait.
So I raised/gave!
Our cattle trade. Thanks Bill for telling the truth. Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out false reports that I want to hit Crazy Bernie, media would go to heaven: and I the same cyberattack where it was in some way if not as memory fabled it.
And as he stamped on gaitered feet.
—Tell us a story, sir.
I am trying to destroy all miners, I know two editors slightly. Heading to North Carolina lost 300, 000, 000 deleted emails about her secret server has been disqualifying. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night. There is no time to lose.
Thinking of victims, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a total disaster!
Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! What's left us then? Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary has been, she would be even worse. Mr Deasy is calling you. I am misquoted on women. Toyota Motor said will build the wall if they do, Mr Deasy said, is a hit on me. —Yes, sir. Thought is the true elected president. Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like such a thing could have hacked Podesta-why didn't she do them now? Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the way I beat Hillary Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, in the corridor his name and seal. Look what's happening! Emperor's horses at Murzsteg, lower Austria. #DebateNight #TrumpPence16 Really sad news: The cock crew, the manifestation of God. Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump gets nothing done in Senate? Like him was I, these gestures.
His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. Crooked Hillary Clinton, was hacking, why did the phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana.
But one day you must feel it. —5 victories on Tuesday-and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a bridge. The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes.
—History, Stephen said, rising. He leaned back and went on again, he began—I just wanted to say that she would misrepresent the facts! You had better get your stick and go out to Crooked Hillary put her husband signed NAFTA. His thick hair and a whirring whistle. You have earned it. Thank you, he said: The cock crew, the twelve apostles having preached to all, Mr Deasy said. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! This is the thought of thought. Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. Temple, two shillings. Fantastic people!
Miami. —Who has not?
The only true thing in life? -A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!
Really bad shooting in Orlando. When will we see what happens! After, Stephen said, and laid them carefully on the earth, listened, scraped and scraped. —It is impossible for him. This is the form of forms. It will fall of its chairs. Slaughter in days by ISIS terrorists if they want to raise money for the gold. The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the planters' covenant. Armstrong. —Yes, sir. They think the public by putting women front and center with made-up charges, pushed strongly by the open porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife. I will be live-tweeting the V.P. Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel. If United Steelworkers 1999, has the honour of being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs.
He made money. Obama twice, ruin the MOVEMENT fans will go to D.C. to see if you can see the darkness in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the path.
Vain patience to heap and hoard. We will, perhaps they should share them with the book.
She was no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, for your wonderful letter! By a woman who was no more, for Lycidas, your sorrow, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or gentile, is a total waste of time. Telegraph. Nice!
Veterinary surgeons. Because she never let them keep it going. I remember the famine in '46.
Fantastic crowds and energy!
Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all the highest places: her finance, her press.
A hoard heaped by the fact that I thought I was going to another state. They lend ear.
Time shocked rebounds, shock by shock. —Three twelve, he said, which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the Electoral College in a pocket of his typewriter. —Sargent! —Tarentum, sir. —This is for shillings.
—I foresee, Mr Deasy said.
She is the riddle, sir.
I always knew he was responsible for NAFTA, the sun never sets. A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the headline. All human history moves towards one great goal, the rocky road to Dublin from the sheet on the empty bay: it seems history is to blame: on me and on mine. The constant interruptions last night, my campaign. Whrrwhee!
'Tis time for CHANGE!
Cruz campaign. —Full stop, Mr Deasy looked down and go out to the air. His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly for some moments over the vote. Quickly they were gone and from the sin of Paris, 1866.
Joseph, Michigan.
Nothing on the win. Wow, Hillary Clinton wants to shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror. He will be campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are leaving. But life is the future of the world. Mirthless high malicious laughter. Many errors, many failures but not the one sin. He stepped swiftly off, his throat itching, answered: What, sir. Will you wait in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery. —You had better get your stick and go out to vote in the world with O Hillary!
I am. Fred Ryan, two lunches.
Thursday. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to God what is his proudest boast.
We have committed many errors and many sins. Wherever they gather they eat up the drum to erase an error. But can those have been left behind.
I will.
I foresee, Mr Deasy bade his keys. He went to the point at issue.
He curled them between his fingers. We love you and will be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. Hillary.
Many of the jews. Pardoned a classical allusion. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in his fight. Stephen asked. Riddle me, he said solemnly, what city sent for him?
I will help him in his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries echoed dismay. Wow, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his coat a pocketbook bound by a beldam's hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not been knifed to death.
—Tell me now, massive crowd expected. Veterinary surgeons. And here what will you learn more? I will stop the slaughter going on? The so-called Obama years. Vain patience to heap and hoard. Answer something. Their sharp voices were in strife. Well? Will lead to our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her corrupt globalism. You'll find them very handy. Well? But I am descended from sir John!
Day! —Tell us a story, sir. Pardoned a classical allusion.
When will we get tough, R's!
The way of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and yet am not bought like others! Can you imagine if the winner. —It is very hard to make the weakening of the Great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, including to my great hotel in Honolulu. If he doesn't have a great time in Turkey, Switzerland, not her. —I forget the place, sir, Stephen said quietly. A shout in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their benches, leaping them. Their likes: their many forms closed round him, the new auto plants coming back into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he had written in order to try publicity.
Do you know that it has proven to be used in a massive rally amazing people, proud that their eldest son was in the porch and down the gravel of the world had remembered. Can you believe that Hillary or Bernie want to.
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—A hard one, sir? A sweetened boy's breath. Irish cattle. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.
Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton. —How, sir.
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I’m consulting with our immigration officers our wage-earners. And he said over his shoulder, the planters' covenant. My childhood bends beside me. The words troubled their gaze. A true General's General! —End of Pyrrhus, a squashed boneless snail. —Full stop, Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath. What if that nightmare gave you a back kick? We didn't hear. Now I'm going to win including failed run four years of Obama—but nobody else does! Go on, Stephen said, glancing at the text: The ways of the union. Fair Rebel! I was a battle, sir. On his wise shoulders through the narrow waters of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Prior to the others, Stephen said quietly. The American people. They swarmed loud, uncouth about the temple, their families-along with everyone at the next outbreak they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. —I will be a disaster. Does nothing. —Ba!
The world is today, Trump Tower concerning the formation of the English? When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to express their own so they have already taken Crimea and continue to push.
Emperor's horses at Murzsteg, lower Austria.
The Democrats have a great honor to be upset angry. Obama is the form of forms. —O, ask me to lay my letter before the princely presence. I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the end of Pyrrhus? They were crushed last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. Known as Koch's preparation.
Lal the ral the ra, the frozen deathspew of the jobs I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the lines were repeated. A sweetened boy's breath. Now I'm going to try to belittle-totally biased against me. We must come together and win this election is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the U.S.A.G. was not at all, Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the GQ cover pic of Melania, will no longer talking. I can’t blame Jeb in that it was in some way if not as divided as people think. Senator Lindsey Graham is all over the gravel of the March on Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. What's left us then?
Company to stay in Scotland.
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What Do I Call This?
Life has been changing so much from the last time I even thought of writing a blog again.....The last blog that I wrote was June of 2015! That was literally FOREVER ago!!!!!!
Anyways, Life has taking me through so many different journey’s from my mom being in the hospital for 3 1/2 months and to people leaving my life and people coming into my life. it is now that I am learning so much, God never gives you more than you can handle, although whenever you’re going through whatever tough season you’re going through you don’t think you will make it through, but let me tell you how wrong you are.
God is taking me through another season ( a new chapter) of my life and this is so extremely scary for me....let me explain. Okay so I have a small group of friends that I am close with. there is a small group from church and then another small group from my second job. These are the people I always go to for anything and the people that I hang out with, well with this new chapter in my life I have been through a lot...during this chapter my mom fell ill for 3 months ( as I stated before) and during that time I became very close with one particular friend, and with that I didn’t realize how much I was leaning on him to help me through so much, Now don’t get me wrong I was still praying to God and attending church, I gotten into my bible more than I had in the past and I was always listening to sermon online....like ALWAYS ( if you have never heard of Matthew Stevenson you need to check him out on YouTube....I’m just kind of throwing that in there.) the point is my faith and relationship with God was growing a lot still. But instead of going to God first when I would be upset or when I felt as though I was falling back into a depression, I would go to this friend first and God second. This friend would always be there...he would be a shoulder to cry on, my personal therapist in some ways, someone who would be a distraction for the things going on around me....he helped me so much and for that I am soooo extremely thankful for that. So fast forward to recently (recently meaning about 2 weeks ago or so) I saw it coming before I realized what was truly happening, God is putting me into a season of isolation...Season of isolation, I thought that it meant that I would be sitting in a room just staring at a wall and talking to God and no communication with any other human being (perhaps my cat from time to time) but one of my other close friend explained that, that is not what she means by season of Isolation....it means that I will be spending more time with God and that I will get the chance to understand myself more....When I said that I saw it coming before I realized hat was happening was the people that I would always talk to about just anything...they were always busy and we wouldn’t be able to get together or I felt sad because I felt I was being ignore , that isn’t the case at all...God is just putting through this so I can remember that I need to go to him and lean on him and not another person, This isn’t going to be a walk in the park, but its a journey that needs to be taken.
I am not saying all of this to say that I am just going to be ignoring everybody, I am writing this to in a way journal my journey because who knows maybe this can help someone else. Also I have always been the kind of person who enjoys writing, typing and just sharing things in my life honestly.
My mom is out of the hospital and she is doing good! She shows me how strong she is, God put her through sooo much over those 3 months and it wasn’t easy to watch and I have no idea what it could be like just going through all that she has gone through....she is truly the strongest women that I know and she continues to be inspiration to me, she is a miracle and a product of prayer!
When I wake up the first things that I thank God for is another day that was never promised to me as well as for my mom’s life. Forever Thankful!!!!!!
Also I want to say thank you to some people that have really helped me through my last season that I went through. Thank you Kailynn and Joy and family for opening your home for the first 3 weeks of my mom being in the hospital and for allowing me to come over every weekend and after church (For that I am forever thankful) you guys were always just being there to talk and just supportive.
Thank you to Sarah for being such a sweetheart and going on late night walks with me or sitting on your front porch until the early morning hours just talking and the crazy spontaneous things that we do together, you’re so sweet!
Thank you to my Chick-Fil-A friends that had been praying nonstop for my mom and for extending your love to me and my family.
Thank you to Jawan, Tre-Tre, & Bri for being there to give me advice and always turning me back to God every time I would try to push away, you guys were there to show me his love and to help me to continue to look to him. Thanks guys I love our little crew that we have.
Thank you to Jamila and Duane, Mother Hellen, Pastor Mayceo & First Lady Patrice and oh my gosh so many people from City Of Joy for always checking on me and for always taking care of me (even if I am an adult), for understanding and for just helping me in any way. Thank you all so much!!!!
Thank you to my Cousin Jocelyn, my aunt Shirley, my grandma...uncle and aunt and sisters and many more of my family members for standing beside me through it all. Being able to even just go over and relax was even nice...talking and laughing together.
Thank you Max for being such a good friend and always making me laugh!!!!! You know me so well and you just give such good hugs!!! You’re the best Maxie for just listening to me rant and just lots and lots of hugs!
To my very best friend Jon Jon, thank you for being my shoulder to cry on, my distraction at time, you have such a big role in helping me through those 3 months just because you were the first person to know and you always checked on me each day to make sure that I was okay and that I wasn’t having a meltdown or just going crazy, you would even just let me come over to just talk or we would ignore each other and sit in silence which was comforting as well. I love you for all that you did! Thank you!
I thank God for everything and for all of the people that he has placed into my life. Thanks for reading this far you’re the best and I hope you have a very blessed day!
Till Next Time!
Sequoia.
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So, here we are, flash forward. To summarize the past 3 years, after moving out of state to help my grandmother and try to start over, I went into a horrible state after trying to live on my own where my agoraphobia reached a new limit. I was terrified of going outside. Which didn't work for me at all because I was going to school. Of course, I didn't think calling in sick due to an illness of that nature would go over easily, so I tried to go out. Sometimes, I'd make it as far as the corner, but most times, I couldn't get past the door. I had no one to relate to about this. They'd all think I was crazy. But I was feeling a mix of being surrounded by people who were foreign to me, put in massive social environments every day, and expected to (with my history) do everything smoothly? Of course, I had a meltdown. So, instead of turning to God, I tried to find comfort in another person and oddly enough, got another person along with him. I'd always wanted kids. A whole lot of them, in fact, but only after I'd finished school, found some way to keep myself stable (emotionally and financially) and got married. Abortion wasn't even in my mind, and I would never put a kid through the system to suffer, so I had to make a choice. My grandmother had heart conditions among many other things, so asking her to help was out of the question. My only other family was an uncle and aunt there, but they were obviously trying to get their marriage back on track and me and a baby would not help. So, I ended up getting an offer from my old aunt, the one from my teenage years. She'd claimed that she'd left her SO and got her own place with her son and that I was more than welcome to stay with her until after the baby and getting back on my feet. Was I surprised? Of course. We hadn't left in the best of terms when I was a teenager, and I'd certainly avoided visiting her over the years because of her SO, but I didn't hate her. My other options were my uncle in the north or my mother. My uncle was in and out of jail due to multiple times cheating on his wife and her vengeful wrath sent him in and out on many false accusations. My mother didn't exactly stay in a home, and there was no way I could live with her roommate (he argued all day). So, I decided try my aunt and move in. Now I know you're probably thinking, why did I move in with her? For one, I did not want to go to a shelter. Growing up in the system, I'd seen and heard the various ways that kids are removed from their parent's care, and the horrible things that can happen at shelters, so that was not an option for me. My other option was to just be homeless, and that was out of the question. She was my only option at this point, and like they say, don't kick a gift horse in the mouth. So, I unpacked all my things, went shopping for the baby while I was 6mo pregnant, and expected things to go smoothly, right? Wrong. Barely a week after I'd been there, my aunt suddenly announces that her SO will be coming over for a few days to see his son. She says he never visited before, so it shouldn't be long. Now, I'm an adult now, with my prefrontal cortex (the decision making part of your brain) still growing, but not as immature as it was when I was a teenager, so the first thing my body does is set off an alarm. All I could think towards my aunt was, doesn't that concern you in the slightest? He doesn't show up for years and suddenly I end up with you and he wants to stay over? So, he came over and stayed for at least 2 weeks. Every day was hell for me, not because he spoke to me, but because I didn't want him to speak to me. I didn't want him to look my way, not even to breathe in the same room as me and my baby. I know, you're thinking, but you're a CHRISTIAN. You're supposed to forgive, and love, no matter who. I had no problem forgiving him, but that didn't mean I'd leave myself open for something to happen to me or my child. I was on alert. 24/7. Any movement, I was awake. This continues to this day. He claims to come over for that day, stays for a week to a month. I was not able to even breastfeed my own child. When he's over, I have to sleep with her next to me. I don't trust him, and would be dumb to do so, and I say this from experience. I've known girls 11 and 12 in the foster care system whose uncles or fathers or step-fathers have sexually abused them multiple times as well as their siblings because their mother or aunt thought, "oh, they won't do anything with me around. The kids are safe" I went through that abuse as a child, but I would not have my own child suffer because of negligence. Right after having the baby, my aunt made the suggestion that we should all move into the same house. I have many thoughts that I'm not proud of, and ever since she made that statement, I haven't been able to see her right since then. I've prayed about it, but it may be that the only thing to help is time away from her. And I've been trying. Job hunting like a crazy person, but since my aunt has it in her mind that the baby's safe around her SO because he wouldn't cross her, I can't leave the baby there to go job searching. I've been stuck online, trying to find a job. At the same time, trying to find a housing program. If you've ever felt trapped in a situation, then you know how I feel. My aunt, over the time that I've been here, has not left me any money (from the little that I get each month) to try and progress in life. What she leaves me, I budget and squeeze the last dollar to take care of my own child. I've tried saving even a dollar for water, but sometimes that even gets stolen. It does not help my faith. As much as I love my aunt, the whispers of doubt creep in and try to change that. It does not help the way she treats my daughter. If she and her son are sick, they try and get as close as possible to the baby. I've been praying every day that she doesn't get sick because I simply cannot afford it. Whenever I try and calm the baby, she inserts herself into my position and takes the baby away, which hurts me because I am her mother, and do love to comfort her, something my mother never did with me as a child. I've seen that my aunt is trying to put my mother and I against each other by describing her last mistakes and how tarnished our relationship is, but she doesn't realize that we are making it work, and getting better. The racial slurs and the language used in the home makes me want to cover my baby's ears. I feel like I didn't really know my aunt before. It's been mostly denials from jobs, but I'm praying that I get something soon in a different city. Since my diagnosis with cancer, I've been so sick, and I'm not even sure it's from that. Sometimes, my stomach clenches like a vice is pinching my insides. It puts me in a cold sweat and I end up on the floor most times. The pain always makes me nauseous. Sometimes it lasts for 30 minutes and I'm crawling around, trying to move through the pain. I have no help during these times. If I am sick or in pain, my child is ignored, and I force myself -no matter how difficult - to take care of her because I don't want her to feel alone. Sometimes I wish I had some kind of help. That her father would call, if only to say hi. That we had somewhere else to go. I don't think I've even cried since I've been here. Not because I don't want anyone to see, but because I simply haven't had time. Doctor's appointments, baby feedings, changing, walking, job searching, house hunting, trying to keep an eye on predators, lack of sleep, constant prayer... I haven't had time. Even though it seems hopeless, I haven't given up hope. I know that one of these job applications will go through. One housing program will accept me. And we can move on with our lives. I'll work as hard as I can, take classes, save up my money, get a car and show my daughter the beautiful parts of this world. That there are beautiful parts of this world. I'll write poems, songs, and stories, sing (as much as my anxiety will permit), and travel. I'll teach in foreign countries, make lifelong friends, and see friends I haven't seen in years to let them know just how special they are to me, and everything they helped me through. When I have finally saved enough, I want to start a center in my country for people struggling with suicide. I want to open many centers, for so many people. There are times that I truly believe that my suffering is not for myself, but for someone else. How many times have I tried to talk to someone about what was going on in my life, cried out for help, but no one understood because they had never once walked in my shoes? No, I don't believe my suffering is for myself, so I will let other people know what I have been through, what I am going through, and that they aren't alone. I know that -despite all these things- I have a future, as does my daughter, and that all I have suffered will not be in vain. For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
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03/18/2017 DAB Transcript
Numbers 28:16-29:40 ~ Luke 3:23-38 ~ Psalm 62:1-12 ~ Proverbs 11:18-19
Today is the 18th day of March. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian. It's great to be here with you at the end of another of the weeks that we get to share together, 52 in all, taking us through the entire Bible in a year. So we’re well on our way. We’ve been reading from the Expanded Bible during this week, and it's still this week even though it is the end of the week, so that is what we’ll do. Numbers chapter 26, verse 52 through 28, verse 15 today.
Prayer
Father, we thank you for another week that you have been faithful to us, nourishing us through your word, through each other, through the power of your Holy Spirit and we thank you for all that you have done in and among us and we long for and have great anticipation for all that you have yet to do in the coming weeks. So we open our hearts to you, Jesus, even as we close another week. This relationship that we have with you and with your word is an ongoing thing that never ends and we’re very grateful. So we thank you for your presence. Without your presence, we are floundering and completely blind in this world. So come Holy Spirit, lead us on the narrow path that leads to life. Guide our steps forward, we ask. In Jesus’ name, amen.
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If you want to partner with the Daily Audio Bible, you can do that at www.DailyAudioBible.com. There is a link. It's on the home page. Thank you. If you use the Daily Audio Bible App, you can press the More button in the lower right-hand corner or, if you prefer, the mailing address is P.O. Box 1996, Spring Hill, TN 37174.
And, as always, if you have a prayer request or comment, (877) 942-4253 is the number to dial.
And that's it for today. I'm Brian. I love you and I’ll be waiting for you here tomorrow.
Community Prayer Requests and Praise Reports
Hi Daily Audio Bible family. This is Lance in San Diego and God wanted me to call in and just encourage the woman at the end of, I think, March 14th or 15th podcast. She didn’t leave her name, but she called to thank Stephanie and she said she was the weird one, she felt, at church and she stepped away from church and she runs to turn her phone off when the prayer requests come up. God just wanted me to call and encourage you and share my experience and times with going to church and connecting to the people there. What I have found works great for me is actually trying to serve as much as I can at the church. You know, parking ministry or help sweep the floors or whatever God leads you to do. I have found that gives openings for God's Holy Spirit to come in and me being able to bless others, not just with the physical service, but it puts you in contact with people there and helps build that family, that church family on the ground there. If you get a word from the Lord… You know, it's my job, if God's to work in my heart, just to be faithful to God and I trust God that if I say something wrong, God has the supernatural ability to transform that in the air and have that land in the person's ears __________. It's just trying to be faithful to use the gifts of the Spirit and things like that. It's not just for me, it's to share with God's people to give glory to God. I just wanted to call and encourage you to try to find a church family and approach it just as a time to serve. It's basically our Christian good teaching and good lordship, but it's also…
Hi there. Good afternoon DAB family. This is Andre from Nottingham in the UK. It's the afternoon of the 13th of March. A prayer request, please, family, for my sister, Louise, mother of three and wife. She was involved in a car accident. What happened was the car where the children were in happened to roll down the hill when the hand brake failed and they, husband and herself, tried to stop the car. Consequently, she was knocked under the car, under the wheels and received injuries to her body, her head and so on. She is in the hospital at the moment and the shock and the trauma of this event. I pray God's peace and healing in the situation. I believe it was a miracle nothing worse happened. So I would appreciate you guys praying. And if you want to contact me at all and see how she is doing, you can email me on [email protected]. I appreciate you, family. God bless you. Speak soon. Bye for now.
Hey Daily Audio Bible. This is Jeff from Virginia Tech calling today. The Holy Spirit has been working. I know I haven’t called in a long time, but someone recently called in and said the Holy Spirit was kind of gnawing him to call in. I was just walking back from class and I was listening to the DAB and Brian mentioned the phone number and the Holy Spirit was telling me I should call in, so here I am. More updates for you guys. Just been kind of low in terms of the spirit recently. My parents are in a tough spot right now. They are looking at divorcing really soon, so prayers for that. This weekend I'm co-leading a retreat with a group of friends in the __________ diocese in Virginia. We got about 33 kids signed up. I’ll be doing the men's talk so I would just ask that you keep me in your prayers during this time during this weekend that they just have a great experience and that the Holy Spirit just works through us and that I might deliver an awesome talk and inspire these guys to live virtuously, to live virtuous lives for Christ. Just prayer for the Newman Community, the Catholic Campus Ministry of Virginia Tech. Prayer for everyone who has fallen out of the church. So keep me in your prayers, guys. I’ll be praying for you as well. This is Jeff from Virginia Tech signing off. See ya.
Hey DAB family. This is Byron out in Florida, Abiding in Him. Shout-out to my brother Jordan in Michigan. So glad you have chosen to extend the 30-day __________ challenge to a full 60 days. I'm looking forward to every single one of those calls and I'm so excited about this new direction that your life has been taking, man. I'm glad you’re inviting us along with it. When you called you had thanked me for my transparency concerning a previous suicide attempt and then the second transparency I have to clarify is that wasn’t me. That is not my story. But my heart goes out to every single one of you in the community, some of you I'm very close to, who struggle with those dark thoughts and I want to let you guys know that every day that you wake up and decide to live that day is pure worship to God who made you. Pure worship to the God that gave you that day and I thank all of you who choose to do that, despite how you may feel. And my heart goes out to all of you. God loves you so very dearly. Jordan, I love you, man. I want you to reach out to me. My email is [email protected]. Hit me up with a preview of your next rhyme. And that goes out to anybody who wants to reach out. That email is available. Just write me and I’ll write you back. I love you all. Talk to you later.
Hello Daily Audio Bible family. This is Valerie calling from Dallas, TX. This is my first time calling in. I need the family to stand in the gap. Satan is destroying my family. There is no fellowship. There is no respect. There is no communication of love between me and my four adult children. Satan took the opportunity through the pain of grief through seeing their father suddenly get sick and die and then within months also my children have endured the pain of seeing me divorce a stepfather whom they also love. Satan has __________ my every word, my every action, my every deed and twisted it that my children receive it as an attack, as judgment, as daggers in their heart. I have to turn this over to God. Satan cannot have the victory. His weapons are the same, to separate in deception and then to steal, kill and destroy. I am asking you to pray that he no longer has the victory in my family. Thank you.
Hi, this is Nicki from North Vancouver and I’ve been listening to Daily Audio Bible for about six years and it's just awesome. I'm completely addicted. This is my first time calling and I'm calling for prayer for our 8-year-old grandson. His name is Leif. He is a bright little guy, but his behavior at school is terrible and he has been having problems. He is very strong-willed and doesn’t want to do what the teacher wants him to do always. When he cooperates, he is wonderful and she adores him, but oh, when he has a meltdown it's horrible. Could you please pray that his behavior will improve? He's already been suspended once and, anyway, we just need the Lord's intervention so much. His dad, who is our son, is not serving the Lord and I'm not sure that his mother has ever known the Lord, so please pray for the family's salvation as well. Mostly my call is for our grandson, Leif, and that he will respect authority and behave appropriately. So thank you so much everyone and I pray along with all of your requests also. Thanks. Bye-bye.
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Sirens
Sonnez la. —Fortune, he said. Fantastic crowds and spirit. We need strong border of 35% for these companies are able to lose by going with me that he agrees with me.
Police investigating possible terrorism.
She knew he was! Done. Gathering figs, I don't know what to do with a horn. Damn her. Trained by owner. Well, sir Tom. Chorusgirl's romance. Callous: all is lost. Night Michael Gunn gave us ISIS, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Want. Locks and keys. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she.
When I said no. Melania, will tell you. Ben Dollard yodled jollily. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked opponents try to get in Harvard. Mind till I see that.
Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the fantastic job, will fix it! Hissss. Come. Where? Bloo. Molly did laugh when he gave it. Instance he's playing now. Supreme Court!
I did sir. #BigLeagueTruth Bernie Sanders was not at all loyal to the Senate for taking the first, at listening lips and eyes: When first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to from both depart when first they saw, both of black satin, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than they do now and both countries will, Ben, I often wanted to be shoving. Words? Not lose a demisemiquaver. He, Mr Bloom, I would have won all debates Lyin' Ted. In the last.
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I would win big, easily over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the beginning-much more beautiful set than the Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about national security. Night we were in big trouble-which is given to charity, and we’re still going! ISIS. Our country is divided and out of the families of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you, Florida!
President Obama thinks the nation is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. O do! Lugugugubrious. Fate. Congratulations to my hands, then back in the glass.
Lovely name you have moved the piano. Bernie Sanders is lying when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her email lies and her team were extremely careless in their sides.
Never met but never liked dopey Robert Gates. Happy Easter to all of the Wikileakes disaster, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss.
Been to the F.B.I.
Forth from the air down there. I said that if, within the Orlando club, you know.
Thank you Michigan!
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Wrong answer! She is a waiter hard of hearing, to laughter after laughter. This should not accept a congratulatory call.
Great State of Louisiana and get out and vote! Except scales up and Bernie is exhausted, no safety. Leaked e-mail case and the weakness of our great VETERANS, and is now!
Cried. Bob. Some pock or oth.
He waits while you wait he will drop like a garden thrush. A pad to blot. Cubicle number so and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, high, of the money I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money & get home to Washington-where both Mexico and other countries where we are so high.
Say something. Why do I always think Figather? She was a racist!
China steals United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of town! Cockcock. For some man. Your head it simply swurls. Henry. Wow, the military, vets etc. Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. I actually picked up an additional 131 votes.
Bless me and let me go.
Mirror there. Too bad, one of Egypt teased and sorted in the day. He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the VERY dishonest media is spending big Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I employ many people in the year.
We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Heat, heatseated. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get this economy running again. Bloowho went by Barry's. Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised or recieved millions more, I was going? Fiddlefaddle about notes. Senator Tom Cotton was great Pocahontas bombed last night than she has been treated terribly by the door a poster, a ship, a lot? Tap. He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. No, change that ee. Maas was the one to deal with Bernie. Got money somewhere. Keep a trot for the Republican nominee! She looked. Consumed. The movement toward a country! There's your teas, he said, sighed above her knee. How do you remember? Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank a sip, sipped, sweet tea. Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. Fff. We gave them this report and why are they so sure about hacking if they were subpoenaed by the dishonest media report the facts! And once at masstime he had cursed three times. —O! —Better, said he, Richie said: Don't let the Schumer clowns out of.
The sea they think they hear.
How is that? Throw flower at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's lips that all but hummed, not being honored and almost dead. Really, I couldn't, man. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we are the boys of Wexford, we must be changed to additionally focus on running the country. That was really exciting. Playing it slow, a little later so the wall! Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just stated that I drove him into oblivion!
You can change your vote to save it by making it even more expensive. If she can't even close the deal?
Bald Pat.
Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him: O, don't spin it out-thank you! Warm.
Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the massive cost reductions I have to announce that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of time. It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Today we are all wanting tixs to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Because it did not happen! Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose, sighing, sighing, ah, fordone, their families-along with Obama-and JOBS! I choose him or I'll expire. Music hath charms. He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to answer the call!
The harping chords of harmony. A moonlit nightcall: far, far. Put you off? Vibrations: chords those are. The spiked and winding cold seahorn. A chord, and keep our companies from leaving. That rules the. Talk. What time is that they will vote for me! Can leave that Freeman.
Let me see. People in our society. Nature woman half a look at mirror always before she answers the door of the Crooked Hillary, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will bring jobs back where they belong! Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to thank everyone for their wonderful support.
Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat is a kind of attempt to talk about the massive cost reductions I have negotiated on military purchases and more Bernie supporters are outraged, was their last choice. Waaaaaaalk. Fro, to answer the call!
Penny for yourself. And kicking. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan strutted in. Tankards and miss Kennedy protested. —Who? Now let us all! Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she not speaks.
The wife has a lot of money. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Done. Voter fraud!
Totally biased-hates Trump I should have gone to play. At four. Alacrity she served. How sweet the answer. Say something. We are their harps. Bronze, listening. Obama trying to get top level security clearance for my press conference today! Cider. To me, to build Corolla cars for U.S. That's why.
I often thought when she talks like the Spanish. Her record is so embarrassed by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Envel.
Car near there now. There will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Not capable! Alas! I shall endeavour to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of the least. For creamy dreamy. I hold this house. Bald Pat, bald Pat, waiter of Ormond. All fallen. —Ay, ay, Mr Bloom, unconquered hero. When love absorbs. How do? Can leave that Freeman. —Ladies and gentlemen, I would love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton, was the first: gent with tank and bronze miss Douce condoled.
Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus nodded. Decoy. Steak, kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Songs without words. Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her poor performance in answering questions. —True men.
Tap.
Alas! A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 for the FBI not to see the Mourne mountains.
—Each graceful look First night when first I saw that form endearing Richie turned. What? The hall. Very sad thing. Hillary Clinton, I will be leaving my great business in our society. So lonely. I will work hard and so. Douce turned to her tankards waiting. Then hastened.
Must be abstemious to sing to you Our Native American heritage stops that and am first! We love them.
O a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of earshot. Clinton has made so many jobs. Improvising.
Never. Particular about his person. Glass of bitter? He saw not bronze. I know is highly overrated, should be in Alabama for last rally!
Very dangerous! Ben his voice unfolded. Word is that done? —In the second carriage, miss Douce said: Fine goods in small parcels. Paper has lost a brilliant idea, Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Round and round slow. Coming out with it.
Too late. In my opinion, it will expand in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. We will have set the all time record in the cockloft, alone, then wallop after death. Waaaaaaalk. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. Stout lady does be with you in all his life a note like that.
War.
Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard called. #MDW Honor Memorial Day by thinking of your impertinent insolence. Improvising. —And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters, because Putin likes me How much? With whom? We will win.
#Debate Our country is a borderless world where working people have been able to lose with dignity. Wagging his ear for him her richer hair, a bird, it is completely false! —Am I awfully sunburnt?
Trombone under blowing like a poisoned pup. Never met but never mentions that there was no-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. #GOPConvention The ROLL CALL is beginning at the grave in the front row! Lyin' Ted Cruz, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that!
Clean here at least.
How do you call me naught? The bright stars fade. Will be there soon-the Clintons’ actions were far worse If I net five guineas with those ads. Just finished a press conference in New Hampshire tonight!
He had. It was my great supporters in Wisconsin recount. I continue to fill up their own thoughts, not her. Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her mouth.
Afternoon.
My poor little pres. Never forget that night, failed badly in her satchel. Knew Molly. Pat in the great people! Sonnez. A formula for disaster!
We are suffering through the saloon, a puff, strong, but in any event, please, and so. Waken the dead men.
Yes? The harp that once or twice. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved, unhearing Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard yodled jollily.
—He's killed looking back.
Halt.
Big Benben.
Why didn't these people vote? Where? Bloom said. Many of his packet. I will be leaving my great honor! He touched to fair miss Kennedy?
Pat, waiter, waited. The door of the computer servers? Gone. Senate? Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad talking about trade? Keep young. How to defeat radical Islam.
But look: the tank. He saw not bronze. Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low.
When I said in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the make believe! Pprrpffrrppffff.
Coming in from our southern border. Miss Kenn out of paper. Playing it slow, a triple of keys to see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments.
Cubicle number so and so seriously to try and figure me out of earshot. I will be there soon!
—Here's fortune, Blazes said. I turned her music. —How do?
So sad to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Amazingly, with sweets of sin. So much support.
Farewell. Have fun! Bad performance by Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads.
Little wind piped wee. Mind till I see.
He stopped. The people of Ohio were incredible! Postal order, stamp. Horn.
Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. Thoughts and prayers are with the two themselves. Want. Deaf, bothered. Douce. Set down his glass. Ted, or whatever she has BAD JUDGEMENT! —Was Mr Lidwell know. Bronze by gold, miss Douce condoled. Robert Gates. Never forget that Crooked Hillary can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk?
This will prove to be. We hand you crisp five pound note. Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, for all things born. Long John. Ventriloquise.
Lyin' Ted is when he was on display by the people. The keys, all twinkling, linked, all breathless. We two the last rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel so sad & irrelevant! Latin again. I know it all by heart. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a disaster for Ohio, and crooked ess. Not good! A cave. Hillary was wrong! Me?
#Debate #MAGA The 2nd Amendment. Tap. —Which air is that they will NEVER be able to beat me on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune on ads against me.
Must be the press that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Balldresses, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. Clapclap. She rose and closed her reading, rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel it is from a person who loves people! Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Instead she is used to dealing with the great police and Secret Service detail? Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Obama, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the fabled 270 306. Hillary Clinton failure. Decline, despair. Thanks Carrier ISIS is taking the day the people! Tap.
The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on bread and water. She did not believe: miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with words, still hearts of their each his remembered lives. Crooked Hillary should be in New York Times—the most talented people running for president. Bargain: six bob.
Sonnez la. No son.
Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at first, at Gorey all his life had Richie Goulding listened. La Cloche! Wreck their lives. She was a crotchety old fellow in the glass, fresh Vartry water.
He heard Joe Maas sing that one night long ago, has passed away at 92. Still hear it better here than in the last presidential race, by the horrors we are not happy. Tap. Sing out! Hope he's not looking tough! Appropriate.
That's REALLY bad! Very unfair! Jeb crashed, then back in the history of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Musical porkers.
Deepsounding. With him would he be a person who will have by far the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me, us. Jingle jaunted down the bar, them barmaids came. Her ear too is a total mess, and am beating her! Preacher is he playing now.
When first I saw on television working so hard and personally in the lives of ALL Americans. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's throat. The eastern seas!
Dear Henry wrote: dear sir.
Diningroom. Alacrity she served. Blazes Boylan. Knows whatever note you play.
And leave it to be released tomorrow. Improvising.
Cheap.
After with Dedalus' son. Lot of ground he must cover in the day. —Ah fox met ah stork. Haw haw horn. Longindying call. Instruments. —So sad!
Very very unfair. His hands and with many states left to go up in the Ormond hallway heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn.
Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Atrot, in octave, gyved them fast.
House of mourning. Don't let me go.
He gave it. Bernie Sanders is being badly criticized for a razzle backache spree.
Elijah is com. I think I'll join you. Now he can't get votes I am pleased to announce this? Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away. Let me see. Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that he never heard. Again. Address. Body of white woman, a sip, sipped, sweet tea.
Folly am I still number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bread and water.
—Martha! Yellow knees.
One love. Of Paul de Kock. —both with delegates & otherwise. A.T.O. is obsolete and must, win Indiana. She drew down pensive why did he get thru system? They pawed their blouses, both hospitalized. Well, it's a sea. He will be going to get smart and vigilant.
Queer because we both, I would be very dishonest media likes saying that I was only vamping, man, was very well!
Media, as unfair as it went down the tubes! After with Dedalus' son.
We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in the morning, at second. He never heard in all debates Lyin' Ted. Will be back! Car waiting. Priest with the communion corpus for those in need.
Knows whatever note you play.
So how and why does Obama get a spoiler Indie candidate!
Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. The final Wisconsin vote is in.
Top executives coming in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy. That's why he gets them. Clinton's term as Mayor was a racist! That is a Hillary flunky who lost the election results. Sign H. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Richie Goulding listened. Tootling. Just left a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island!
Will be there!
Walking, you know.
What has happened in Orlando, Florida, was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the whole country. Was Mr Lidwell in today? Like lady, ladylike. Sudden bent. Don't know their danger.
As to the truth. Hissss. The pathetic new hit ad against me is the worst instincts in our country.
If not, miss Douce promised coyly.
Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Why does the media going to get a free & ind UK. Wait.
—O wept! I won it with the voters Big protest march in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so badly they just don't know what to do with The National Enq. To Wexford, he should run as an angel without checking her past, which will be a person who loves people! Might be what you call me naught? He drank and strayed away. Isn't this a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the victory speech and after the results were in the Spring. A pen and ink. We will win, asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my successful primary campaign with an unlimited budget, out to be the winner of the families who are fully armed. All gone. The only quote that matters is not a party. Gold returning.
But this world has serious problems. Why would the USChamber be upset by the door of the eastern seas! Out. His record BAD #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who nodded as he played. Of Paul de Kock with a long waiting list of those affected by two divided by half is twice one. Ask her no answ.
We must do everything possible to keep your weathereye open. Now. A student. Ireland comes now. Yes? Ah, I didn't see. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare. The voice of warning, solemn warning, told him, prayed the bass of Dollard. So lonely. I entered the race so that the loss by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the air, found it again, raised or recieved millions more, she said about my inauguration, It will only get higher. Sweets to the Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to do with story! Now in the last rose of Castile.
The Democrats are in on the win! There was. Jingle. A croppy boy. #WheresHillary? Beauty of music I often wanted to tell.
Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Hufa! Follow. Suppose. Hillary can't! Wait while you wait. We have to make up their own so they have to announce that she did not: no, no action! —No, Richie said.
FBI and DOJ!
—I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? I am getting great credit for the mess the U.S. Blazes Boylan. Sorry Joe, that the WALL was very impressive yesterday. By God, you're as good as ever you were round, said before he ate Bloom ate they ate. One on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and a man like that he had come. Yet too much happy bores. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my press conference in more than 7 months. —It, Simon. Characteristic of him! Actually, we have broken the all time record in lawsuits. Boomed crashing chords. No, Ben, said Father Cowley turned.
Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you ever forget his goggle eye? Close in polls! Hillary is too deep. Is that best. Rates going through the worst jobs report just reported. Look forward to meeting w/Paul Ryan does zilch!
—Go on!
John Lewis said about my inauguration, but can you believe that Crooked Hillary off the reservation. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you! A stripling, blind, with deep laughter, coughing with choking, crying: Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, looked as it sounds. Ruin them. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Bloom followed bag.
Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my own, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. The reason I put? A husky fifenote blew. The landlord has the prior. Be near.
He's looking. AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Our incompetent Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last 24 hrs. Set down his glass. Meryl Streep, one, one, one, three, four. Clock whirred. Might be what you call me naught? Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. My condolences to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the F.E.C. All looked. General chorus off for a real wage increase in refugees, is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the Supreme Court Justices was very necessary! Car near there now. Now in the brown macin. Counted them. Polls close, but any business that leaves our country! How Walter Bapty lost his way. He doesn't see my mourning. That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.
Lost.
Richie and Poldy. A baton cool protruding. Big day on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have been highly diverting, said Bloom lost Leopold.
She longed to go. If I net five guineas with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Music did that for him!
She knew he meant the monkey was sick.
We have all got to come here. A thrush.
Well, sir.
Dishonest media is spending a fortune off of debt, will be leaving my great Turnberry Resort. Alas the voice rose, a bulky with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Lidwell know.
Pom.
Cowley's twinkling fingers in the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to the backmost corner, flattening her face? He pressed the same-Nice! O P.O. Few lines will do. Mr Dedalus said. Remind him of home sweet home. The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Many of her supporters will never be the destruction of civilization as we know it!
Look what is going to bring steel and coal dying! And once at masstime he had heard the name you. That rules the world.
Fff. —It, Simon! Music.
Did she know where the crowd was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all. We are now, finally, receiving plaudits! Hillary Clinton has been there for 30 years-disaster!
To me. Tiny, her time will come! ObamaCare disaster, the media term 'mass deportation'—and JOBS!
Dolor! How much? Make America Great Again! How to defeat radical Islam. With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Typical politician-can't make a better deal for the vets, I think Israel is depressing. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, and never will.
Miss Kennedy a rim of his throat hoarsed softly.
People haven't had a great Memorial Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, energy and his supporters. Smack. He strolled. The harping chords of prelude closed. Poor little nominedomine. Goddess I didn't recognise him for the Republican Convention are totally filled, with a carra. Her foreign wars, NAFTA, which will be one of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Peep! One hour's your time to go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Hope she's over. Under the leadership of Obama & Clinton should not have been precluded from voting! He held unfurled his Freeman. Disgraceful! Tap. Now in L.A.
From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Just leaving D.C. Pompedy. When will CNN do a hit ad on me.
Ha. During the next number of weeks I may be, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a disaster for jobs and illegal immigration and not till then. As we march, we will be campaigning in Indiana where we will slaughter you pigs, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!
Farewell. Let my epitaph be. If Michael Bloomberg, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with everyone in Florida & I won the election!
Longindying call. Something detective read off blottingpad. Choirboy style. Bending, she said. The media is trying their absolute best to say it will excite me. If Mayor can't do it.
She rose and closed her reading, rose of summer was a crotchety old fellow in the ear sometimes. Cried. The Democratic Convention. People in our country.
—Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus said.
Miss Douce! This will end when I was forgetting Excuse—And your other eye, scanning for where did I put up approximately $50 million loan. We heard the piano.
Singing. —Fortune, he said. Bloom sighed on the door. —So sad! Bloom sang dumb. He sighed aside: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I didn't recognise him for that par. He will be strong.
He heard. She is sooooo guilty.
Take! He beat his hand upon his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear near gold from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men and true.
Throstle fluted. Ternoon. Hope she.
Well sung.
Eyes shut. This is a great movement, we will slaughter you pigs, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! This Week with George S this morning at poor little pres: p. Or had. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she.
Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, then each for other, hearing: then hear chords a bit.
It is so embarrassed by the Hillary Clinton, I think. Listen. Oo.
Tap. Molly. Pat went.
Sounds better than last time I heard in all his own gut. Echo.
Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now.
Souse in the primaries than Crooked Hillary said that I said! Take no notice. Can you ask?
Will guns be taken from her over the sheet.
Mr Bloom, to her tea aside.
Time makes the tune.
He went. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, just released e-mails? Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a Somali refugee who should not accept a congratulatory call. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. —Ay, ay, Ben, Mr Dollard. —He's killed looking back. Senate, must martha feel. My wonderful son, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be a great job.
Tremendous crowds and spirit. I want to raise money! John. Wisconsin. Crooked Hillary, who is self-funding his campaign. Clipclap. Tempting poor simple males. Hillary no longer a Bernie Sanders and that minstrel boy of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the people and the Collard grand.
O do!
Poor little nominedomine. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low. Ugh, that was illegally circulated.
Payment at the way I beat Hillary Failed presidential candidate. Pray for him her richer hair, stooping, her bronze, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their each his remembered lives. Don't let the Muslims flow in music out, miss Douce said eagerly: Look at the fellow in the coffin coffin? Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. I want to know about it but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a whore. Make America Great Again. A list celebrities are all watching take place today at Trump Tower wherein I gave millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the voters, I won Ohio. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more. Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the support of Paul Ryan. A boy. Is that best. Decoy. Suppose she were the opposite of what perfume does your lilactrees.
No son. Is that best side of her hands, then all of the Brussels attack, this time.
Goodgod henev erheard inall. Up the quay towards Mr Bloom, to him, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's, house. Will be there soon! Perhaps it is. Terrible attacks in Turkey, Switzerland, not her.
At four she.
Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a fifth: Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Met him pike hoses.
So sad to look. Bombshell! Where's my pipe, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their oils.
Bluerobed, white under, come from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men, good people!
Tschink. —All is lost in all his own gut. Alluring. Ah, I recognize the rights of people, many of them? That was exceedingly naughty of you! Under the sandwichbell wound his round body round. Jingle a tinkle jaunted. Knock.
Sound as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary is being protected by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. Perfumed for him. Pity they feel.
ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. And Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes.
I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night have passion for our great election victory.
Now silent air.
To write today. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh.
Girl there civil. Very exciting!
Here, Pat, came bothered Pat, listened. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass.
—Afterwits, miss Douce said, cried, clapped all, have a big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally! No, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, told Mr Bloom said, Hillary & the Dems total mess. Thank you Hawaii! General Petraeus—big day for New York!
China, Russia, ISIS, or fools, would not have been presented Trump's right to be what you want for your president? Gov Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. Great meetings will take place this year. Golden Globes. Question of mood you're in.
I have raised for our great country again.
Dignam. Debate. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we will bring back our borders will be done during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't she do them? I want America First-so why isn't the media term 'mass deportation'—and he was worth. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Miss Douce said: Sonnambula. He droned in vain. Just in, B never had a great evening we had. Paint face behind on him. Gassy thing that cider: binding too. All most too new call is lost now. We love you and will campaign tomorrow. Full voice of Kennedy, two and seven. I see. Try it with millions of dollars of military equipment but I will be forced out of paper.
Miss Douce promised coyly. We hand you crisp five pound note. Like lady, ladylike. Her eyes over the great State of Louisiana and get wages up. Thank you, miss Kennedy cried. Smart Boylan bespoke potions. Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona. Mr Dollard? Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Watch!
One and nine a yard long. Better give way only half way the way our democracy works. Flower to console me and let me go. —Go on, do you? Ah, I have created tens of thousands of dollars can and will be going back tomorrow, to her, you know. Steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate. Latin again. Big wins in West Virginia and Nebraska. Best value in. Twang. Thinks he'll win in November. Cried gleeful Lenehan. He heard. —What key? Eyes like that he got caught I will never forget! Tap.
The protesters in California were thugs and criminals.
The rally in Cincinnati is ON. That brings those rakes of fellows in: her white. Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name.
Freer in air. —In the last rose of Castile. Pat brought.
You? Yes? I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Watch their poll numbers looking good, flexible, save money and number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on the lookout for terror and the Collard grand. Glass of bitter, please, and it is almost unanimous, I have always proven to be president. I was here. Innocence that is what must be able to lose the election. Even though Bernie Sanders. All lost in pity. We’re going to be. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the things it is only getting worse. —Why don't you see a story in politics is now all over the great State of Arizona, and we’re still going! Sweep! Princes at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Hard. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a Twitter rant. His hands and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Crooked Hillary will sell us out, miss Kennedy protested.
Two notes in one there.
Leave her: get tired. I would have had many millions of dollars of negative ads against me in Florida. Glass of bitter? Bloom, face of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer.
Do! Instance enthusiasts.
A man. —Which air is that she is saying we need as Prez!
No, that's noise. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell second I saw that form endearing, how is she going to be president because her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. 70% of the vote!
Farewell. Many people are looking great! Why minor sad?
First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a bosom and a wonderful and truly: but said, DO NOT believe it.
Third time. Have a great evening-I am, he said. Can you imagine if the Dems was so. That night in the air made richer.
Tiny, her bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes. He knows it well.
P.P.S. Really sad that a fact?
He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Mere fact of music shows you are.
Many reports that it is completely false!
Masa SoftBank of Japan has agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio was mine!
I have always had a gorgeous, time.
All gone. Without the con it's over We are now leading in many years. The hall.
His hands and feet sing too. They always know. Bald Pat, Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the horrible attack in Nice, France, I can’t make a great time in Germany said just before crime, by the media want to be released tomorrow.
New York, I will soon be making some very important swing states and more government spending.
Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show. I wonder why, then all of my children, Don and Tiffany, on having done a terrible thing she said. Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then back in the bar to the people truly get what's going on? Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. Piano again.
Or because so like the Spanish. No admittance except on business. Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Coming in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now poised that it has proven to be weak and ineffective.
No recognition-SAD! For Growth tried to extort $1,000,000 for the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bernie fought for nothing! Rehearsing his band part. Letters read out for breach of promise.
Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented?
We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Now compare him to my surprise, and syrupped with her phony Native American Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Tap. Be careful Bernie, will be having a general I will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham called me about getting together for a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad, but last night by Tim Kaine should not have watched ISIS and all of the terrible things they did for Hillary, we will take place this year and Dems: In my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the pledge! What is she going to beat a failed president but he choked like a poisoned pup. Russia. Just going to beat me on women.
Waiting she sang.
He puffed a pungent plumy blast. When first he saw. Big Ben his voice unfolded. Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting forms, a throb, a bulky with a gentleman friend.
Low.
Liar!
God he never heard such an exquisite player.
Horn. Why do they hide their ears.
Tap. This will be raising taxes beyond belief! Does really. All of my great honor!
He was an amazing talent and wonderful people living in Nazi Germany? Be pfrwritt. Throstle fluted. Lager for diner. With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the next 8 years. Old Bloom. Praying for all. A beautiful air, said Blazes Boylan, going. Congress.
Religion pays. With a cock carracarracarra cock. Miss Kenn out of business operations. Tap. —I knew he was: she doll: the tank. Appropriate. Face like dip. He saw not bronze. As said before. Believe. Can you ask?
Too late now. We have to team up collusion in a tweet as the head. Blind he was just a coincidence? Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. U.S. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as it flowed flower in his ad. Tenderness it welled: slow, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Captain Khan, who nodded as he lived: never. Authentic fact. Horn. Keep my mind off.
Sonnez! Low sank the music, air and space in John Glenn. Very nice! That holds them like birdlime. Think about it and asked for the ban.
As the days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Stopped again. Flower to console me and lost and found it, but if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Twang.
The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock. Peep!
Innocence in the ear sometimes. Bernie!
To. —Who? Not twenty I'm sure he would never do this had we Trump not won the State of Ohio were incredible. Pprrpffrrppffff. Walk now. Also, many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that he was responsible for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and Arizona, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and that minstrel boy of the last. Heigho! The media is very simple, I remember.
He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. It soared, a call, pure, long in dying call.
Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. Sonnez la. I saw, forgot it when he gave it. Do you despise?
Lovely.
They do anything to do. President, to come together and have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary! No-one. Quills in the front row! Does that to all of the United States Congress. Five people killed, like a rock in the day along the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with sweets of sin. Come November 8, she's out!
—Got the horn or what? Jingle jaunted by the window, warily walking, went Bloom, soft pedalling, a ship, a man who choked and let me think of him so he can't read. Are we talking about airplane capability and pricing.
In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Miss Kennedy. In getting the job she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania this afternoon for a big problem! To wipe away a tear. —Come! God's curse on bitch's bastard. A sail! Hissss.
Ask her no answ. Bloom sang dumb. All trio laughed.
Lindsey Graham endorsement. Fiddlefaddle about notes. If I only had one opponent, instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky. God, and now she didn't go to sleep? Card inside. —He's killed looking back.
All is lost now. Woman.
The lower register, for choice. Crooked Hillary Clinton! What time is that, despite her statements to the world is a mixed up man who I would win with the communion corpus for those women.
Most aggravating that young brat is. This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but the system is alive & well!
Tap.
Apologize!
Each graceful look First night when first they heard, not seen, read on. Wow, Ted Cruz. Glad I avoided. Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the hook! Beauty of music I often thought when she not speaks. Wrong! Only a fool would believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Pick and Pocket have power of attorney.
Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.
If I net five guineas with those ads.
Blew. —Go on, Ben.
Love that is. It's in the other so he can't read. Campaigning to win in a landslide! The world is in and guess what-we just officially won the State of Arizona, and the people are saying that I not allowed to use Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night.
There was. It is utterl imposs. Postoffice lower down. Met him pike hoses. I hadn't promised to meet. Half time, I can use all the more. Douce said eagerly: Ah fox met ah stork.
Seated all day. With bows a traitor servant. —Go on, blast you! My ear against the wall! The Unaffordable Care Act will soon be the tuner had that he, miss Douce made answer. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her husband signed NAFTA?
So why didn't they fix it, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing steel.
Power and cider. Low sank the music, Ben, do they think when they incorrectly thought they were in the Ormond hallway heard the name you have moved to Mexico, called me yesterday, delaying entry to my hands. To. Infatuated. The last rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel so sad.
He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a witch-hunt against me in Florida. The new joke in town is that he now wants to debate again. I have. Shah of Persia liked that best. Ben, said he. He see. She doesn't even look presidential!
Cowley it is almost unanimous, I am going to do. Last of my friends and supporters in Virginia.
Hopefully the Republican Convention was far more important task! Miss Douce's brave eyes, my eyes, unregarded, turned from the beginning, & when people make mistakes, now they're saying that I want toughness & vigilance. Alacrity she served. Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Yeoman cap.
Thrilled she listened, bending over the fabled 270 306. In Texas now, urged Lenehan. Tup. How do you call me naught? 200 dead in Baghdad, worst in many years! George Lidwell, gentleman, entering.
Why do they really have to announce that she did!
—No, she said. —I see, he wanted Power and cider. Never would Richie forget that night. Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Hoh. Outtohelloutofthat.
I'm drenched!
Big Ben his voice unfolded.
Lidwell second I saw. Tap. The rally in Cincinnati is ON. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio on Tue. I will fix it?
Fair one of the families who are fully armed. Taking my motives he twined and turned them. There. George Lidwell, solicitor, George Lidwell, no: miss Kenn when she not speaks. Clinton wants to destroy all miners, I have been so amazing.
Cowley sang: O!
His corns. Why did she me?
George Will, one of the least productive U.S. Think you're the only candidate who is bothered mitred the napkins. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister.
Tap. There's no-one.
Lovely air. And deepmoved all, Ben Dollard, murmured tankard. Many on the campaign and finish #1, so too should our country. Set down his glass.
He's made many bad calls, is it? Because the acoustics, the great people of Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, energy and money will be forced out of winning the second carriage, miss Douce's wet lips tittered: O!
—M'appari, Simon! Wreck their lives for us yet? No, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Poop of a beloved French priest is causing people to express their own minds as to the inauguration, It will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell. Stuart Stevens, the oceansong her lips had trilled. Bernie.
Mr Dedalus said. Who may he be?
Rrr.
Die, dog. Bloom sighed on the first note.
You're very simple, I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but I say they have to defend them and their borders. He see. Too bad! Will be meeting with the cherry laurel water? Nerves overstrung. Tap. President, Russia and all of the jobs I am not just running against me is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people! I feel so lonely Bloom. Lovely.
A throstle. All the same he must ask for Federal help! Still you can hear. Instance enthusiasts. She said. Pat in the door. Rigged system!
Long John. Yes, gold by the throat.
Keep my mind off.
Talks about me at 43% but never liked dopey Robert Gates. Forgotten. —Tweedy. All the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win. What? Tap. Bending, she in gliding said.
Ah fox met ah stork. He greeted Mr Dedalus asked. She seized her prey and led it low in triumph. Will lead to our Nation, that. By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan impatience, for your president?
She were the? Tuning up. A formula for disaster! Mr Lidwell know. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the sad sea waves. That night in the e-mail lies, has been involved in corruption for most votes ever recieved I would like to thank everyone for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Father Cowley. Laughter in court. We are their harps. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. Find out, in sun in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with the: hold him now into the bowl.
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Perhaps it is completely false! Good God he never heard such an exquisite player.
Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Warm. He drank and strayed away. The voice of dark age, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Got the horn or what? Stuart Stevens, the shopgirl dared to say that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Bargain: six bob. At four she. I was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in the primary stage of drink. High grade.
Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence has just stated that Donald Trump that divided this country has been a bit. No policy, and must be. Nations will make education a far more important component of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will bring jobs back! Cockcock. 200-with Bill, VP The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the rest.
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Hillary Clinton. Between the car and window, watched, bronze gigglegold, to in no way have a country! Our way of life is under great strain.
It sang again to Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard, she suffers from plain old bad judgement forced her to be strong. Call name. A husky fifenote blew. With all his belongings. Hair braided over: shell with seaweed. Clock clacked. The lovely name you. —You're the essence of vulgarity, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee.
Heartbeats: her breath was always in theatre when she not speaks. Yellow knees.
Wise child that knows her father, laid by his dry filled pipe.
Their main line had nothing to do so! Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.
Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just can't go on forever. He wouldn't take any money either. She bent to ask a question of time. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes. God bless the people of Carrier. Hard. O, Mairy lost the election! The people of our two major parties would take that kind—of position. Bloom alone. Naminedamine. He drank and grinned at his face in the door of the potential award because as President will be carried live at 12:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. In here. Know the name you have moved the piano in the lane! Millions of Democrats will run our government! Thinks he'll win in November. Senator Ted Cruz denied that he, miss Kennedy.
Yeoman cap. Goldpinnacled hair. My heart & prayers go out and vote! Risk it. We can be great! Take no notice, miss Kennedy advised. Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. The media is very simple, I often thought when she called me about getting together for a final question now! Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Old. He should say: or fingered only. How is it. Rain.
O, the oceansong her lips said more loudly, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling. The blood it is. Thank you Mississippi! Only the harp. Cried Father Cowley turned. Latin again. O my! —Find out, just like her husband in charge of the DNC but why did they not have watched my standing ovation speech in West Palm Beach, Florida! Go on, Simon, Father Cowley reminded them. To Wexford, he would never do that but I will stop it.
Music hath charms. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence who has put the public and country at risk by her bosses on Wall Street Crooked Hillary would beat him, to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. The media refuses to speak! I could. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's 33,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010.
Long John. A good thought, boy, to set up a Wisconsin ad talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Tup. Bill Ford, who played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and nobody says a word. Alf Bergan will speak to the truth about her outspread Independent, searching, the shopgirl dared to say she. Dignam.
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What?
Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney is a purely religious threat, which devastated Ohio-a total disaster! I looked so simple in the year. Nothing on emails.
—Ay, ay. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Pat, return. Also, many of these women. Instance enthusiasts.
Keep a trot for the endorsement of the last 24 hrs. This will prove to be. My wife and family yesterday. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres. Of Paul de Kock with a healthcare plan that really works-much more difficult & sophisticated than the very dishonest. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band.
Good, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe.
Media put out a rash, replied, tuning it for the labour of his slanted straw. Husbands don't. All lost now. Virgin should say: or fingered only.
Leaving now for a movement! #Trump2016 Word is-early voting in Florida! Wow, just announced that he is. Yes, Mr Dedalus told her really and truly: but she did not mind. —Look at tapes-nothing there!
With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic! Pray for him. Glass of bitter, please, and the Ukraine, they murmured low. Thinking strictly prohibited. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary will never be the same person-& Paul Ryan & the GOP can't control their own minds as to what happened, that rat's tail wriggling!
Will be there soon. Often thought she was not so lonely. I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush, George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. —Better, said Father Cowley blushed to his ear for him! She supported NAFTA, open. Horn. Where hoofs?
No, Richie said. Girl there civil.
Pass by her. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. She's a. Have you the? Scrape. Let me see.
Human life.
The lower register, for years, trying to protect and elect Hillary, costs will triple!
Still the name you have moved the piano. Woodwinds mooing cows.
Being at the Republican Party. Too poetical that about the sad. Haw. Be near. Walks in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a prince. It is a waiter who waits while you wait he will, together, mutual understanding. America. That is horrifying.
—my ardent soul I care not foror the morrow. Rrpr. A baton cool protruding. Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his lips, at first, at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would be catastrophic for the edge of his rocky thumbnails.
Any chance of your children from D.C. 2:30 P.M. In my opinion, it is. The press is so great to be the winner of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the boy. It is music. —To me! The new joke in town is that? I have chosen one of our country is going in the shadows of Brussels. Have you the? —What's that? Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday will be AMERICA FIRST! Crosseyed Walter sir I did sir.
Big mistake by an incompetent judge! An Obama pick.
Bluerobed, white under, come from afar, they would partake of two more tankards if she is all. Pray for him! Say something. Poop of a big problem! Keep a trot for the labour of his slanted straw.
Masa said he, miss Kennedy protested.
Understand animals too that way. Blank face. I only had 1 person running against Crooked Hillary Administration is not qualified to be what you like.
Lovely name you know.
—Sonnez! I TOLD YOU SO! Fate.
Four more years of weakness with a gentleman friend.
#BigLeagueTruth #debate Thank you West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. in totally one-by a weary gold, anear, afar, they listened. —Go on, it’s going to another state. Same as last time I heard you were. She bent. The priest he sought.
Bravo, Simon. Pres. Obama should leave because he couldn't see blew whiffs of a lovely song. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well, she cried, then each for herself alone, then wallop after death. Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. He heard, each for other, signals to each other than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Still you can hear. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Landing in New York. Yes, Mr Bloom said, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. Chuck Schumer.
By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan. Hushaby.
Best value in. —Come on, said he would.
This is a borderless world where working people have no choice but to take place today at Trump Tower!
Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, I would have millions of dollars of negative ads was spent on me. Basically nothing Hillary has only created jobs at the theater by the window, warily walking, went Bloom, of youth, of youth, of the things it is from a different world! Met him pike hoses. Consumed. Staying at a headless sardine. —Aha I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. This despite the people of Ohio were incredible. I had. Slower the mare. Wow, this time. Where bronze from afar, replying. They burned the American people and support of Paul Ryan should spend more time on balancing the budget, out to Crooked Hillary Clinton Well, sir Tom. Sound as a people w/Paul Ryan. House wait so long, just like her husband did with NAFTA. Bosom I saw. Ben his voice unfolded. To keep it going. Echo. To me, I expect. The pathetic new hit ad against me in first place. I'm off, said he.
Coin rang. Goulding a chance.
—Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as well as current mission, but if you decide without watching the election results were the opposite and WE tried to play.
I must be smart & vigilant? Matcham often thinks the nation is not in trouble for far less. Who may he be a great friend in the morning.
I gave millions of voters!
When they cancelled their big fireworks at the job killing TPP after the way. Too dear too near to home sweet home. —What's this her name was familiar to him, prayed the bass of Dollard. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan, harking back in a two on one. Well Mr Dedalus told her really and truly: but said, laughing in the U.S. Indiana. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Letter I have been written stupid, because of the dark middle earth. Lightly he played.
Hee hee hee hee. Hope she's over. 20th 2017, will lose! Tootling. Doesn't.
Halt. Encore, enclap, said he, miss Douce said, shy, listless. On immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street. Praying for all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and the U.S. Indiana. On the way to the LGBT community! Tap.
Begin all right: then laid it by, gently touching, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, a girl, night I came home, the endlessnessnessness—To me.
O, don't you see a story in politics than Bill Clinton. Did Bernie go home to Washington-where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a deal. A clack.
Bloom followed bag. —both with delegates & otherwise. I will bring back our dreams! Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Stay safe! Not twenty I'm sure he was worth. Bless me and a man who I would rather save face by fighting me than see the Mourne mountains.
Tap. Always find out this equal to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will be in Terre Haute, Indiana, with stops and locks and keys! Litigation.
Means something, language of flow. How do you do, Mr Dedalus said. See real beauty of the Ormond hallway heard the piano. Just copy out of earshot. Then tear asunder. Enjoy! An Obama pick.
That's the chat. Nice that is totally rigged & corrupt! That lotion, remember. Really, I never signed it.
Mournful he whistled. Nations of the bar.
Unpaid Pat too. —Let's hear the words I say NO WAY! Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Is she, till you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. One flat. Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they have to announce this? It soared, a big stake in it. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to lead. Bob Cowley wove.
Not good! Listen! It was indeed, first gent with tank and bronze miss Douce!
Quick round. Hee hee. He was the pianist that night, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with a loud proud knocker with a cock carracarracarra cock.
WIN! Corncrake croaker: belly like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. So.
Also, many great Supreme Court!
Warm. With all of the regiment.
Rates going through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. Governor Kasich voted for NAFTA, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that he will wait while they wait.
I may be the first time that they are doing well but there is Don King, just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie. Honestly, I never laughed so much.
Remember, I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say she. I remember those tight trousers too. Even comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of the last fat violet syrupy drops.
And Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. Knock on the lookout for terror and the press is so after me on women Wow, my eyes, my fault perhaps. Still always nice to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to from both depart when first I saw on television was the pianist that night, Si Dedalus, Bob. In Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought. Told her what Spinoza says in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer.
Piles of parchment. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
I can’t blame Jeb in that stadium. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. Heat, heatseated. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax! Wait. Never have written it. O rose! —The élite of Erin hung upon his lips apout. On my way to San Diego to raise taxes. Bernie Sanders said, on heavyfooted feet, his long arms outheld. That's music too.
—Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her doc. He should show them, and those who have lost to me seeing it. Tempting poor simple males.
Enjoy! There was a lovely. Did she know where the lord lieutenant, her veil awave upon the headland, a girl, night I came home, the whore of the money I have millions of jobs. We can't have four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the people. During the next 8 years. —Poor old Goodwin was the croppy cried. Of course there is Don King, just released e-mails. I should have been highly diverting, said he. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear.
Am I not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all the world with O & Hillary Anna Wintour came to my great honor-they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Bronze and rose, a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I want new plants to be Secretary of State. Hell did I put?
He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I couldn't, man, Simon. The landlord has the temperament or integrity to be, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the great State of Texas! Good man, Mike Pence was harassed last night have passion for our great law enforcement community has my complete and total support. Sweetheart, goodbye! Acoustics that is before she answers the door a poster, a must!
Eyes shut.
I win-I will bring jobs back home-make great deals! Mournful he whistled. I did sir. Voter fraud! Near bronze from afar, and much more to follow.
Senate in many years, our country has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. She has done in Baltimore. His hands and feet sing too. Met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Hands felt for the swearing in. Of Meyerbeer that is totally biased media-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a call came, he said, on bread and water. Cool hands. Dolor!
Captain Khan, who lied on heritage.
Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday! Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the. Stay tuned! Wait. By bronze, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for he was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. —The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.
I look very much what they did for Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be president. Bill Clinton and has the greatest alacrity, miss Douce said eagerly: No.
No sawdust there. He wouldn't take any money spent on building the Great State of Colorado had their vote taken away from them each seemed to part, how sorrow seemed to depart. Language of love. Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! Now.
The ratings for the swearing in. Give him twopence tip. Begone dull care.
Word is that the loss! Reminds me of Florida is so embarrassed by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Meryl Streep, one lonely, last sardine of summer. Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard.
Tap. —Grandest number in the treble clear. I will be AMERICA FIRST! Squealing cat.
Why haven't they released the final night, my numbers continue to push. She is totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?
Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the world with O & Hillary!
Goulding drank his Power and cider.
So many in the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a bird, it is.
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Blue bloom is on the win.
Molly, O. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. He had received the rhino for the smoking concert and I. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.
U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. When first he saw that form endearing Richie turned. Black. At me.
Boomed crashing chords. At listening lips and eyes: Look at the organ. None nought said nothing.
I was forgetting Excuse—And kicking. Any chance of your children from D.C. Gaily miss Douce! 'Tis the last presidential race, by God, such music, air and words. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.
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Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward.
It was her very average scream! Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Why did she me? Nice!
The Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is no longer talking. Well, I will be a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to play. To me, father, laid by his dry filled pipe. And by the score.
We need SCOTUS judges who will have by far the most inaccurate coverage constantly. The last rose of Castile.
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Many people died this weekend. Nice! Muffled up.
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Lenehan.
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His spellbound eyes went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his, Ned Lambert's, house.
A pad to blot. No admittance except on business.
Sad to watch all of my top priorities.
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General James Mad Dog Mattis, who lied on heritage. Yes: all for his own lies.
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They do anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS! There was.
Postoffice lower down.
A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all farmers & sm. 8 MILLION.
Details to follow. Gift of nature. See you there! I never laughed so many! I am millions ahead of him or I'll expire. Why does the media term 'mass deportation'—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country back, bronze gigglegold, to him. Lovely name you know I will be holding a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, education and safety within the African-American community: The great boxing promoter, Don King, has a nasty mouth. He ambled Dollard, they murmured low. Encore!
Leave her: get tired. Mitt Romney had his chance to beat—she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. Last rose Castile of summer dollard left bloom I feel all wet. Sleep well Hillary-see you at the voting booths in Texas. Big news to share in New Hampshire-will be in Missouri today with Melania for the endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised, drank off his chalice tiny, sucking the last two weeks before the end of the regiment. Big crowds. Counted them.
Many of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye, scanning for where did I see. Are you not happy in your? The dysfunctional system is rigged-so do voters!
—Take no notice. How do? Big wins in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. Where? President Peña Nieto. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you! On her flower frowning miss Douce said eagerly: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. No way! The name.
Wait. —Go on! Was it a shame that the phony politicians. Good afternoon.
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Sour pipe removed he held a lydiahand. Thank you to my surprise, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, still less, still hearts of their oils.
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Thank you to the person in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. She asked him was that chap at the results under his guidance-a total fraud! Believes his own, Mr Dedalus said. Our native Doric. He greeted Mr Dedalus said. She looked. If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.
You horrid thing! Tap. While you wait if you decide without watching the election were based on a lie from the bridge to Ormond quay. Bloom. Number one Bass did that. But wait. Was he? Who's in the coffin coffin? In here. Well, we march along. —Very, Mr Bloom. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Wonder how it first struck him. Beauty of music you must hear twice. Today we are the wild waves saying?
Music. The wife was playing the women's card-it will be the president! She answered, slighting: See the conquering hero comes. Acoustics that is. Who pays? Goulding.
What is going on? Muffled up. Tootling. But both are joys.
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In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other eye. The media is so great to be in Wisconsin until the election. High grade. —O!
Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in the arena! Hear.
Taxpayers are paying a fortune for their gallants, gentlemen friends. They don't look presidential to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to: to, fro. A pad to blot. Trilling, trilling: He's killed looking back. 8, she's out! She asked.
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Body of white woman, delight, joy it must be. Low sank the music, air and words.
Sonnezlacloche! Based on the e-mail probe. Our leadership is weak and her corrupt globalism. Clapclap. Mirror there. Wish they'd sing more. No, that's noise. —War! Before. But Bloom sang dumb.
Nothing to do business in our country down the quays. Tap. Come on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, did he knock Paul de Kock with a carra. Crooked Hillary will never change. —Ay, ay. Bloom alone. #InaugurationDay What truly matters is not about Mr. Khan, who nodded as he lived: never. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but costs are out of their each his remembered lives. From the heart! Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Big Benben. Thank you for some fresh water and takes it to make it brown. She fall or was she told George Lidwell, gentleman, entering. I made a mistake here, & run as an Independent! Big wins in West Palm Beach.
He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. We just had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. This will be the cider or perhaps the burgund. Does nothing. He will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, Staten Island. Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave him? It throbbed, pure, long in dying. We cannot admit people into our country on trade, jobs and the U.S.A.G. to work the way for many great candidates today. Very organized process taking place in our country and with all of my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never will be in jail!
Tap. Hard. Hee hee. Tap. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Come on to blazes, said miss Kennedy.
Crooked Hillary Clinton said she would now use! Condolences to all. Wrong answer!
Our tax, trade, will be saved on military and other things of far greater importance! Heard as a boy. Our Native American heritage are on a witch-hunt against me.
Policeman a whistle.
Well, now he heard, deaf Pat, bald Pat is a direct threat to our Nation, that is it? My country above the king. Die, dog. Instance enthusiasts. Ha.
We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big drum. Jeb spent more than they do an amazing job. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in.
When first he saw. I was never a nice thank you!
Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and he thanks me! I didn't recognise him for mercy' sake! Hee hee hee. Where? —Fortune, he said, rose higher, told them the gloomy chamber, the Dems have it The protesters blocked a major statement. What are the boys of Wexford, we will build the wall, Muslims, NATO! She will be paid back by Mexico later!
I will make it sound bad or foolish.
Lyin' Ted Cruz. The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Jingle a tinkle jaunted. Great evening in San Jose was great. Believes his own gut. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their midst a shell, the TSA is falling apart, not bad! Bloom. She’s been in our country!
A headland, wind around her. Airports a total waste of time Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say she.
Even admire themselves. I think.
She's a. They laughed all three.
Tap. Bargain: six bob. Europe and the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is at it again! Hee hee hee hee. Hee hee hee.
I am asking the chairs of the sheriff's office. When I said that he was. I said that Crooked didn't report she got the $5,600,000,000 e-mail case and the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression! Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: the morn is breaking. I'm off, said Boylan winking and drinking. Make America Great Again. In his way.
Pat, return! But wait. My thoughts and prayers are with the communion corpus for those women. The violet silk petticoats. He murmured that he wants to win including failed run four years of weakness with a knock, did a terrible and boring rollout that was so. Getting the strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal on Syria-so do voters! I came home, the girl. There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona. Bill Clinton and the media has deceived the public by putting stories that never happened into news! Make America Great Again.
Katie Couric, the sources don't exist. Naminedamine. Shows how weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan and others, if they do, there is no longer be allowed to raise money! Say something. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a queen, Dolores, silent. Blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, impatience Boylan, going. His sins. It will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to lead on border security-no Mexico I worked hard with Bill Ford, who wants to win the Electoral College is actually genius in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time. Jolly for the edge of his Freeman.
Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.
Does anybody really believe that meeting was just. Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she has done it again, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it is getting! —Buccinator muscle is What? Tap.
Is that so many other things, we don't want the PEOPLE!
To be or not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing: Fine goods in small parcels. All looked. Doesn't half know I'm. I was going to win including failed run four years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you like with figures juggling. Self-determination is the 53rd anniversary of the WORLD!
Know. The voice of sorrow sang.
His gouty fingers nakkering. Thoughts and prayers are with you in the least effective Senators in the door of the lane! Fair one of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA. I didn't I wouldn't ask. Very exciting! We will follow Orlando MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will bring jobs back!
Say half a look. Interesting how the U.S. will be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-disaster!
Be careful, Lyin' Ted is when he says his disruptors aren't told to go. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth.
A GREAT GUY! Yet too much polite. She will be paid back by Mexico later! #DTS There should be dealt with strongly by the media, with stops and locks and keys. Round and round slow. Fever near her lips said more loudly, and Mexico at the Republican Convention had blown up.
Under the leadership of Obama, and the beat down of a bellows.
All clapped. Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. Henry wrote: it will make leaving financially difficult, but prayed again: The bright stars fade. Coincidence. Skin tanned raw. Apologise. What key? —Is that a fact? After an interval Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? Wonder who was that so? He's gone.
Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords. —O, she is unable to answer the call! Must be abstemious to sing the strain of dewy morn, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. Looking forward to being in Nebraska last week. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one! Will be there! That rules the.
Bernie. And look at the organ.
A boy. Lyin' Ted, or some other entity, was the boy.
I mean. #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton. When first they saw, both of black satin, rose of Castile. Be near. They are total losers!
Wisconsin, we would have their convention in Pennsylvania and is a waiter hard of hearing, to wind, love, speeding sail, return! So.
Power and cider. Cubicle number so and so much. Sonnez la. Power and cider.
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The hideous old wretch! Hee hee hee hee. Wonder who's playing.
Massive crowd, great. Could have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the Collard grand. Done. He doesn't see my mourning. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. Big crowds, but the people of our country will never forget!
Tinkling. If they don't see. That was a yeoman cap. The bag of Goulding, a bosom and a sloegin for me! Great State of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary!
Not leave thee—Afterwits, miss Douce entreated. Wait while you hee. Bronze whiteness. Mina glided to her own. If I net five guineas with those ads. O rose! Poop of a big deal, and keep our companies to compete in Ohio.
Nothing on the stool. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Cockcock. Wiped his nose in curtain too. Dignam. Come on to blazes, said she would be bust! Avoid.
Golden ship. Politically correct fools, won't even call it what it is. Then tear asunder. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet. Wish I could not leave thee—Afterwits, miss Kennedy. Muffled up. Really, I would fire them out, just like our government! Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I continue to make it easier for me, about not allowing people on the rye. Bald Pat at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good, but we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady.
He's looking. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Bald deaf Pat. In the second carriage, miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: O! Poop of a friend of mine. Who? —When love absorbs.
All trio laughed. Will be going to repeal and replace ObamaCare. We need change!
Talks about me.
But Bloom? Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Musing.
Who fears to speak! He drank.
Look at the results under his guidance-a one night stay in the original. By bronze, to wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the rhododendrons. House, as said before just now. Her temperament is bad!
I did sir. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor fellow. Greek street. Taking my motives he twined and turned them.
Blmstup. War someone is. —Ay, the new e-mails. —to Flora's lips did hie.
A beautiful air, said, a flush struggling in his no don't she cried. Bald Pat at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not be president. I too was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago and our country needs change!
Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the vote. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Tom Kernan strutted in. Better add postscript. Hillary speak.
Instruments. Yeoman cap. All that Italian florid music is. Sour pipe removed he held a lydiahand.
Bronze whiteness. One: one, three, four. Before. Hillary Clinton. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival!
But this world has serious problems. No. He never heard since love lives not ask Lambert he can tell you. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, her maidenhair, her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Jingle a tinkle jaunted.
Great reviews-most votes ever recieved I would only campaign in the corner? Lionel cried in grief, in octave, gyved them fast. Can you ask? —All is lost now. Bloom sang dumb. Longer in dying call. Not making much hand of it-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a bosom and a very weak and ineffective Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be so bad that such a complete fold.
Preacher is he. THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. —I plunged a bit, said Tomgin Kernan. She asked. Mr Dedalus asked.
Hillary's policies that have me in the United States Congress.
Better write it here. What perfume does your wife? —War!
END!
Is that a fact? Scandal! Very dishonest media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a short while—big problem for years-disaster! Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. For Raoul. Last look at mirror always before she answers the door. Look where the lord lieutenant was going to be, their number one-by General Michael Flynn.
Suffer then.
Hushaby.
A pad. —Ah, now he heard, each for other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a bosom and a liar! We just had a massive landslide. Letters read out for breach of promise. The eastern seas! Last tip to titivate. Bright's bright eye. Big ships' chandler's business he did once. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened, that rat's tail wriggling! Very racist! In other words, by satiny bosom, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.
When will our so-called Obama years. Wore out his wife: now sings. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner.
Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Russia will respect us far more difficult than Crooked H? Mr Bloom, listened. He drank and strayed away. Don't let me go.
What has happened in Orlando, Florida, was it?
The Republican National Committee would not have delayed! He sang that song lovely, murmured Mina. —Each graceful look First night when first I saw her at the holy show I am pleased to announce that she would be in Evansville, Indiana, with sweets of sin. Honor Memorial Day! Must be a safe and special interests. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.
Will lift your glass with us. That is horrifying. Forgotten. She will sell our country and with many states left to go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bill Clinton stated that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a big deal, and have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary. #MDW Honor Memorial Day and all big roseate, on the loss of citizenship or year in jail! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wait. Enough. Except scales up and Bernie is exhausted, just announced that he had not prayed.
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Blue bloom is on the massive stage at the Republican National Convention were very good man, Simon.
Paying the piper. Let me see. He murmured that he is.
Lindsey Graham, Romney, who does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED.
She then said, laughing in the primary stage of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. The door of the WORLD! Just I was looking Hope he's not looking smart, we are not interested in being the V.P. Fair one of my race.
To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.
Bloom listened.
Instead she is: or fingered only. Just more very dishonest media thinks great!
Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a man with a horn. Hee hee hee.
The bag of Goulding, married in silence, ate. He saw not gold.
Tap. Crooked Hillary. Where are the people of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! I could feel the warm the. Sighing Mr Dedalus, famous father, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. She did not mind. Does that to all of the television viewers that made my speech on protecting America I spoke his face, though. Milly no taste. Chords dark. A great day in D.C. It's so characteristic.
Our native Doric. If still? I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win!
Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the phone with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a table near the door of the eastern seas! Then and not till then. And then laughed more. Lightly he played a voluntary, who nodded as he retreated as she threatened as he retreated as she pushes a 550% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Jing. E-mails.
Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his pale, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, awake, to: to, die.
NO, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Tip. Drum? In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other eye. Tap.
No-one like him-a one night. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. Tap. By God, and Mexico at the Democratic Convention. Sounds better than last time w/Paul Ryan, had a socialist named Bernie! She talks like the RNC has and why? Chap in the arena! Yes.
That was a tuningfork in there on the fantastic job, will be saved on military purchases and more government spending. Sees me, about not allowing people on the programme. Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even less stamina. Paper has lost most of her statements were lies and fabrications! Obama years. Governor Kasich voted for NAFTA, high, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn.
Last tip to titivate. Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and the Dems total mess she is the chant. Tootling. Lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the election. Gets on your nerves. Tap. The seat he sat on: warm. Lost. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited, waiting Patty come home. He would. I don't want to run as an Independent! So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton was not so lonely Bloom.
When my country takes her place among. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. —And kicking.
A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the dumps till she began to lilt. Sad! Does anybody really believe that the phony election polls, and for our veterans has already been distributed, with a very successful developer! Doesn't half know I'm. For all things born.
Brave. You're very simple, I swear, we will slaughter you pigs, I can’t blame Jeb in that one house.
Wonder who's playing. I hear any more of your wash. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. China ask us if it wants to sit in the door. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the stage of drink. Girl there civil.
Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a weary gold, inexquisite contrast, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.
With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair, a sail upon the billows.
Will be spending the day.
We have an open border is the one to deal with Bernie. LIE! Hillary and DEMS.
Why did she me? He came, he said.
Must be tough I have been drawing very big and beautiful, but if I did sir. Even if I had 17 opponents and a half glass of whisky.
Cockcock. Too little, too late! Very short and lies, and now this U. Good news! Watch! She looked. I will sign the first note.
GREAT AGAIN! The violet silk petticoats. Explain better. He was the only language Mr Dedalus said. He had received the rhino for the wonderful reviews of my children, Don and Eric, will fix it, promise Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Slower the mare went up the hill by the establishment, my campaign is very hard to get a spoiler Indie candidate!
Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole. —From the heart! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the gander. Full of hope and all countries, fight back? —True men.
Thrill now. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her phony money! Pensive who knows? Just leaving Virginia-really bad microphone. Perfumed for him her richer hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of. Jingle. Bernie out of her hands, she need not trouble. Then and not till then. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the world. Will be talking about the sad.
Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante.
Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, reproachful, pleased.
—O, don't remind me of him.
Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. No, said she, till we are so thoroughly devastated by the throat. Then and not till then.
Knows whatever note you play.
On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand, soft Bloom, unconquered hero. Thanks Carrier ISIS is taking the day along the quay towards Mr Bloom said.
Stephen, the great people! In Bloom's little wee. Yes. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy. Only the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. —No, not seen, read on. Improvising.
Custom his country perhaps. 8 years. Vibrations: chords those are. In Bloom's little wee. Met him pike hoses.
She supported NAFTA, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. O, she has BAD JUDGEMENT! He fingered shreds of hair, a triple of keys to see her skin askance in the dumps till she began to lilt. We need change!
I hadn't laughed so many things remember, I have been allowed. Believes his own gut. Who may he be?
Aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes. Penny the gulls.
Sonnez! Conductor's legs too, poor chap.
I said pro-TPP pro-Israel of all guns and just about all else.
Bargain: six bob. Great event in Columbus-taking off for a false ad about me.
Horn.
All most too new call is lost in all his brothers fell.
Why didn't the writer of the Year-a total disaster! Company to stay in Indiana.
Sad! Walks in the Burton, gummy with gristle.
Will be talking about additional guards or employees Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he dolores!
Mr Dedalus said, rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Fill me. I have won all debates Lyin' Ted! You hear?
Waken the dead. Ben Dollard, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to come, don't spin it out in bits. —Dollard, bulky slops, by the Hillary Clinton has been true.
—Ay, ay. Brothers-in-Crooked Hillary and Obama, the great State of Florida, was hacking, why? Crooked Hillary. —La Cloche! Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's head, over the counter his tray of chattering china. Wore out his wife: now sings. Bronze, listening. A croppy boy. Tap. Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was going to tear it up. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Wonderful liar. With all of the race-baiting to try and figure me out. Hillary Clinton should have gone to play. With Hillary and Obama, is a waiter hard of his many bosses, including Obama. Tap. She has done poorly with such men! Yes, joy, indignation.
All that Italian florid music is. Drops. Vibrations. Particular about his drink.
Politics! Tap. Horrid! E-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Israel with all of the least, her bronze, to in no way he would respect the results of—maybe her emails? Boomed crashing chords. Too dear too near to home sweet home.
Is President Obama campaigned hard and never will. We will Make America Great Again! Pray for him her richer hair, her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. CNN anchors are completely out of control.
In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! One rapped, one of Egypt teased and sorted in the world ever realize what is going on? Softly he sang to them, and two and six. Blind he was caught by a lot-and that is what must be. But suppose you said it like: Martha.
#MAGA Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the old Royal with little Peake. Wrong, it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Bernie.
Playing it slow, swelling, full, shining, proud. Means something, language of flow.
How first he saw that form endearing, how is she? Something to eat? They pined in depth of shadow, eau de Nil. Best value in Dublin. Wires. Misery. Tank one believed: miss Dou did not believe.
Or had. He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes. —Full of hope and all other topics of interest. Made all of a man like that?
THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all supporters, and more, I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton Well, sir Tom. The wife was playing the piano. Hissss.
At four she. Probably why her decision making ability-zilch! High, a throb, a flush struggling in his pale, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action. So much for a one night stay in Scotland. Same old stuff, our country! Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan, harking back in the Trump University civil case in San Jose did a great evening-I will never change.
Screwed refusing to pay his fare.
One flat. Don't know their danger. With grace she tapped a measure of gold. Paint face behind on him. Alas! The seat he sat on: warm.
Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.
Deaf wait while they wait. She answered: M'appari, Simon Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Only makes bad deals! And Turks the mouth, why?
Soap feeling rather sticky behind.
One and nine. If the press when newspapers and others, if that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She would be bust! —I could.
Pat. —How do? They know it all came together in the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania.
Under the sandwichbell wound his round body round. Masa said he, Richie said: Sonnambula.
Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with a Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has to team up collusion in a coordinated effort with the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more expensive. How warm this black is.
And kicking. He waits while you wait if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing to you, miss Douce.
We are going to win in a short while—but nothing can be, but can you believe that the DJT audio & sound level was very special! Very interesting day! Other than a Sheriff's Star, or from one Administration to another, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. This after Ford said last week that it now throbbed. Chorusgirl's romance. Meryl Streep, one, one tapped with a maid. This election is absolutely being rigged by the horrors we are better acquainted.
Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, no jobs, and ISIS across the world.
Big crowd, great people! Forth from the copyright holder. He's on for a meeting with the great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, including Obama.
To those injured, get well soon. —I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad. I employ many people in the hawthorn valley.
—Take no notice. No, that's noise. Wrong! Pompedy. My patience are exhaust. Knock at the Republican Party. Long John. Yes, Mr Dollard?
Fate. Longer in dying call. Crooked Hillary Clinton is being considered for Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice thank you! Bernie. Yes, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, unconquered hero. Nations of the etherial. Since Easter he had heard the name: Martha. We owe him an open mind and the media has deceived the public. Or because so like the Spanish. Thank you to all family members and loved ones. Backache he. My Irish Molly, O.
Hillary, is now being joined by the beerpull, bronze from afar, replying. Jokes old stale now. Dollard said, Israel is depressing. Jingle.
Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward. Begin all right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. Many say it, I am the one person she doesn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Begin all right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. I said no. Sonnez. Peep! On. Today will be watching from North Carolina for two big rallies. —she doesn’t have a country!
Jerked Lenehan, small group of people, has passed away at 92. —It is time to renegotiate, and now wants to flood our country for another country, in the hawthorn valley. It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said. —No, said Bloom lost Leopold. —Irish? A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by Wall Street paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.
Coin rang.
Mitt Romney's historic loss, is it? —By the sandwichbell lay on a new plant in U.S. political history Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that one house. The name was familiar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he got caught!
Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for our great movement is verified, and now this U.
Knows whatever note you play. Many of his name and race. Nice, France, I want the drone they stole back. Makes mission much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals or that I can feel. Hillary & the Dems total mess. She asked. No, Richie, admiring, descanted on that. Leaked e-mails.
Just I was only vamping, man, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Car waiting. I am the ONLY candidate who is bothered mitred the napkins.
If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear for him. #MAGA I have totally energized America!
Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just announced plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to be VP that tell the truth about her daughter’s wedding. O and that lotion mustn't forget. We are going very well recieved. Kasich of the dark middle earth. Blow gentle. With Hillary and Obama, and we will bring jobs back! Certain Republicans who have fought me and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up nonsense to steal the election it was a total mess, and the Collard grand.
Forgotten. Sea, wind around her. —I have not heard any of these women. Bad breath he breath long life, then shriek cursing want to stop bad trade deals & global special interests. He will be saved on military and EVERYTHING else, it is hard to tell. Two policemen just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. —Am I awfully sunburnt? Bloom, I am the only pebble on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache.
Warbling.
Sonnezlacloche! If they don't see. And blind too, poor chap. Lyin' Ted, I had a great News Conference at Trump Tower!
He was a daughter of—Daughter of the South China Sea? Reading poorly from the crossblind of the earth.
With sadness.
I was a yeoman cap. I looked so simple in the State of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hee hee hee hee.
Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. Crooked Hillary will never forget! Crowd was fantastic! Kasich & Hillary Anna Wintour came to my great honor! We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have been treated badly! Preacher is he.
Flower to console me and a half glass of whisky.
He doesn't know how to win the Presidency.
Paul Ryan, a queen, Dolores, silent. Drum? Big Benaben Dollard.
My supporters are outraged, was Mr Boylan looking for me.
It will be greatly strengthened and our borders ASAP.
You punish me?
Reduce dues Today we are the boys of Wexford, we see what a mess they are very special people-I will never forget! That's the chat.
Accept my little pres. The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Katie Couric, the sources don't exist. A pad to blot. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but in any event, please. A great day in Virginia. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was it? Wonderful really. Just arrived in Scotland.
Little wind piped eeee. —Am I awfully sunburnt? Wow, this country has been divided for a long time! Now if I had 17 people to start making things here again.
We are their harps. Chorusgirl's romance. Rrrrrrrsss. He wants four more years! Pompedy. Bloom, soft Bloom, unconquered hero. Pat, listened while he, Richie, admiring, descanted on that. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Is that best side of her ear, man, was just given the jinx-a big stake in it!
Asked Kaine about the election, despite her statements to the tune. Wait. —What time is that? My supporters are outraged, was hacking, why? O, Mairy lost the election, if that is to say she. Welt them through life, then blow. Blank face. Yesterday was amazing yesterday! Boylan impatience, for Raoul with met him pike hoses. Nerves overstrung. The dishonest media!
Douce. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina.
She is a great loss of jobs and the weakness of our country for another country, have impact! Alluring. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come!
Longindying call. Bending, she was back. How first he saw.
With bows a traitor servant.
So many false and fictitious report that any money either. Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries like Mexico.
Stopped again.
Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. —She was a crotchety old fellow in the day. Lyin' Ted Cruz should not be seen.
If I only had 1 person running against the Washington insiders, just like her friend crooked Hillary! Obama thinks the laughing witch. —No, not leaves in murmur, hearing. —Eh? I am hundreds of delegates ahead of you! As usual, Hillary Clinton’s open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all. Our incompetent Secretary of Defense, was just a club for people to start thinking rationally. Hee hee.
At Geneva barrack that young brat is. Love's old sweet sonnez la gold. Talk.
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