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“I might not know what happiness feels like, but I know that it feels good to be your friend.”
I couldn't help myself!! I was writing this chapter and I felt obligated to show you what they were wearing for the party!! I think Branch totally pulls off pink :]
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Blood/Gore Warning!
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Branch: I t’nod erac rof snamuh, yeht era a gnuoy, keem ecar. Sregalliv no eht rehto dnah era gnikc*f sretsnom, GNITSUGSID SMROW TAHT GNOLEB NI EHT SHTPED FO EHT DIOV!
(I don’t care for Humans, they are a young, meek race. Villagers on the other hand are f*cking monsters, DISGUSTING WORMS THAT BELONG IN THE DEPTHS OF THE VOID!)
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Once again, the majority of the anons are classified as male due to no gender not being an option.
Let’s begin!!
Rof, the ever smart one, grabs a first aid kit! Hopefully she’ll get to use it before she dies!
Holy tries to attack Harlow to see if they’ll turn into a gun when they die, but Chaos says fuck that and kills Holy!!
Nurse acquires a sword! Not quite a syringe, but it’ll do!
Reese, already missing Riley, grabs a spear with a likeness similar to Riley and takes off!
Spidey grabs some throwing knives. Will those knives be the key to their victory?? Who knows!
Science gets a bow, a quiver, and some arrows! Maybe they can figure out how to utilize them for SCIENCE.
Nerf snatches a molotov, because that’s definitely something people need in this.
Puffy and Ratsoh fight for a bag, but Ratsoh promises more skele headcanons so Puffy reluctantly let’s go of the bag.
Shuffle, Glass, Poet, Dino, Seagull, Birdie, Ivy, me, KQ, Frog, Riley, DnD, and Wisp all run away from the Cornocopia!
Poet starts laying some sick rhymes down and scares off Puffy.
Shuffle stalks Reese, hoping they might turn into a chainsaw if killed.
Nerf’s specialty is not picking berries, it is shooting guns, so they get pricked when picking berries.
Spidey, just as bloodthirsty as last time, hunts for other anons and tries to find their buff spouse.
Chaos, as they did previously, tries to get away from all the crazies by going to higher ground.
Science sees smoke rising in the distance, uses their scientific reasoning to deduct that someone has made that fire, and decides not to investigate.
Riley discovers a cave! Will they find DnD in there?
Frog is apparently very good at archery as evidenced by the last game, and decides to hone their skills!
Ratsoh thinks about simpler times when she did skeleton husband headcanons.
I receive a hatchet from an unknown sponsor. It’s time to hunt some anons.
Ivy, Nurse, and Wisp team up to hunt the other anons!
DnD and Harlow team up to try and take down the other group of tribute hunters. There can only be one.
Rof steals Birdie’s food because she’s That Gal.
Dino tries to find Chaos. Maybe they want to be flirted to death by Chaos, I dunno.
KQ and Seagull, the resident troublemakers, decide to team up and search for resources.
Glass receives water from an unknown sponsor to keep their shine pristine.
Rest In Peace, Holy.
~~End of Day 1~~
Nurse is not trained in survival and fails to start a fire.
Ivy thinks about her weapons and how she used to threaten people’s kneecaps.
Spidey, DnD, and Chaos sing together in a silent truce.
Rof starts a fire with her amazing survival knowledge.
Riley begs Frog to kill them, but Frog feels bad for the humanoid weapon and keeps them alive.
Birdie and Dino sleep in shifts. Birdie sits on Dino’s head. They want to feel tall.
Ratsoh creates a camp straight out of one of her favorite illustrations.
Science stabs Glass with a fuckin tree branch. What a savage.
Seagull dreams they got sent to jail for stealing too many hotdogs and wakes up sobbing.
Shuffle and I hold hands. Don’t worry bro, I’ll keep you safe for the night.
Puffy sleeps in the cold after failing to start a fire. Poor Puffy.
Nerf, despite not having a gun as their main weapon, kills Poet with a spear. Their dope rhymes couldn’t save them.
KQ thinks about winning and going back to the ocean.
Wisp thinks about their home and all the walls they used to phase through, scaring the crap out of people.
Reese and Harlow meet up and talk about Ivy and Riley.
Nerf, ever the strategy master, camouflages in the bushes.
Birdie is salty they lost their high perch and goes hunting for other tributes.
Harlow and I team up to bash in the other anons’ kneecaps and to look for resources.
Seagull overhears Reese and Science talking shit in the distance.
KQ injures Ivy and PUTS HER OUT OF HER MISERY. They finally snapped after Ivy tried to kick their kneecaps in one last time. I don’t think Harlow, Reese, and Riley are gonna be very happy with you.
Puffy tries to attack the fact giant, but Frog needs to know all the amphibian facts so they protect Shuffle and kill Puffy. Sorry I couldn’t defend you, Shuff.
DnD, the Eldridge entity, runs away from the small, angry nurse demanding they drink water.
Ratsoh defeats Wisp, but seeing as they’re a ghost, can’t kill them.
Dino chases Chaos. I guess they do wanted to be flirted to death.
Spidey suddenly has no bloodlust, probably because their spouse is still alive.
Rof stabs Riley in hopes they’ll turn into a spear when they die.
RIP Glass, Poet, Ivy, Puffy, and Riley.
~~End of Day 2~~
KQ receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor, probably for killing the kneecap bashing menace.
Nerf uses their dope survival skills to set up a camp.
Reese destroys DnD’s supplies. Dunno why they thought that was a good idea.
Science accidentally spills one of their experiments into Ratsoh’s drink. Ratsoh drinks it and dies. Whoops.
Seagull gets stolen food from a sponsor.
Chaos, Spidey, Dino, and Nurse tell each other ghost stories. Only reason Dino hasn’t been flirted to death is because Nurse is there.
Wisp receives a ghost hatchet. Don’t see how this is helpful.
Shuffle convinces Rof to snuggle with them seeing as their usual cuddle buddies and their spouse are absent. Who could say no to that face?
Frog tries to treat the infection they got from defending Shuffle.
I FUCKING KILL HARLOW.
Birdie goes back to their natural habitat to rest.
Frog receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor for their sick archery skills.
Chaos discovers a river!
Birdie also receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor. Who will be the explosion master??
Nerf uses their nerf guns to go hunting.
Shuffle decides to fish after a nice cuddle session with Rof.
I overhear DnD and Science talking about science and magic.
Dino tries to find Birdie and hunts for the other anons.
Reese, Rof, and Nurse hunt for the other anons.
Seagull, Wisp, KQ, and Spidey try to find the other anons. KQ wants to find their bro and Spidey wants to find their spouse.
RIP Ratsoh and Harlow
~~End of Day 3~~
@ratsoh-writes @ivyprism @1-800-roflmao @magicfrogblog @skeletons-and-dnd @spider-anonymous @spider-anon-art @scienceisfood
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Journey of the Chaos Trio: Chapter 8
~~~VIII~~~
As the red dragon flew over Xadia Runaan made sure the shadows didn’t get too close.
It was a tense ride as the dragon flew as fast as she could and the ravenette’s condition was only getting worse as she had to keep using her magic to keep the attention of the shadows.
“Mina, you need to stop,” Tijarah gently scolded as the girl coughed again.
Her hair looked ratty as she had been stressing for the two hours of their flight, she had turned quite a few shades paler, and her eyes were so clouded that they could have been classified as grey.
Before she could protest the ravenette looked down to see the saddened eyes of the baby dragon then up to the many worried glances of her friends before letting out a weak huff.
Three hours later the dragon landed in the clearing of the tree with the shadows circling above them.
“You need to keep them close but don’t let those things into the clearing,” Rhamina commanded weakly as Choe and Tijarah helped her off of Kerstin, “Them same goes for all of you. No matter what happens you do not come back into the clearing.”
“Rhamina, you’re too weak to even stand on your own,” Runaan said with a glare as he jumped of Kerstin.
“If you’re worried about me dying, it’s going to happen either way,” she said with a weak glare of her own before a shriek came from above them, “There’s no time anyway now go.”
With shaky hands Rhamina passed the bat to Chloe and ushered Zym to follow Tijarah.
“Come on, Hun, it won’t be safe for you here.”
The dragon refused to move from it’s spot next to her ankles before Tijarah picked him up and the girls warily let her go to stand on her own.
Rhamina watched as the group dispersed into the trees or into the sky followed by one of the shadows.
Turning to the tree she limped her way over almost tripping over herself a few times.
Kneeling before it she removed her hood from her face and took a deep breath.
She could feel the magic of the tree calling to her as she let her aura expose itself as her eyes closed.
Upon feeling the magic one of the shadows turned to the tree only to be smacked away by Kerstin’s tail.
“Not on my watch, Bitch!” she exclaimed.
After feeling a connection with the tree the ravenette opened her eyes and began her spell.
“Shadow cold and dark. Make the final plea…”
The long locks of raven hair began to float around her as the air became thick and tense.
“Take the sands of time. And set the spirit free”
The tree began to develop cracks in it as she continued her incantation.
“Wither and decay. End this destiny…”
The cracks began to glow purple as it filled with energy.
“Break these earthly chains. And set the spirit free…”
As the ravenette looked down to her arms her veins began to glow the same shade of purple as the tree’s trunk began to split open at the cracks and reach for her.
“The spirit free…”
Everyone snapped their heads back towards the clearing once the moment they could no longer feel any trace of the ravenette.
“What the hell just happened?!” Kerstin asked as she pushed back one of the shadows.
“We need to go check, hoot!” Chloe exclaimed immediately running towards where they left the ravenette.
“Chloe!” Tijarah yelled as she remembered the directions she was given.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, her worry overpowering her want to not mess anything up.
They weren’t the only ones because about five minutes later everyone of the group had appeared at the clearing looking for the female but all they saw was the tree.
It was balled up and only seemed to close tighter as a few got an idea of what happened.
“Did the tree just fucking eat Mina?” Sam asked as she watched a purple light pulse from the cracks that were still in the wood.
“Sam, Kerstin, how exactly did she meet the Fates?” Runaan asked still in shock.
“We don’t know,” Kerstin answered ignoring the distant shrieks of the shadows, “She never told us. Why?”
“She told me that this tree was a gateway to meet the Fates,” he explained looking at the tree.
“So do you think this was how?” Tijarah asked still slightly shocked, horrified, and disgusted.
“Most likely.”
“It worked!” Viren laughed as he looked into a crystal ball at his study, “She actually went to break the seal!”
“Indeed; however, there is no telling how long that could take,” the elf in the mirror commented.
“What do you mean?”
“With that spell she needs to reabsorb all of her previous powers while abandoning her human body and manifesting her other form,” Aaravos explained through the caterpillar on the human’s ear, “It was quite vast you know. Those kinds of things take time.”
“You didn’t tell me of this,” Viren said with irritation.
“You never asked,” the elf smirked, “And if you want your plan to work then you will have to be patient.”
“Well, no matter the wait, our weapon will be revived.”
Rhamina felt as if she was floating until it felt as if she was falling.
Her eyes snapped open once she felt her ass hit the ground.
“Mother fucker!” she growled as she stood in the familiar desolate wasteland.
“You seem to be doing well,” a smooth female voice chuckled.
“Not the time Mer’as,” Rhamina huffed as she stood up and dusted off the white dress she was in before looking up at the female with olive skin, black hair styled into a bob and ram horns on her head.
“You seem grumpier than when we last saw each other,” a smooth, deep voice commented causing Rhamina to turn and flip off the male who had olive skin; long, straight, black hair; and curved goat horns on his head.
“Eat my fucking dick, Ruzamad!”
Both beings looked quite similar to each other due to the fact they were siblings.
The Fates who looked over this world.
They both wore black clothes with black leather straps and matching dark, metal collars.
The ravenette only rolled her eyes before setting off in a certain direction.
“Where are you going?” the female asked from her left as her brother fell in step from the right.
“What do you think?” she hissed, “I’m getting my body and powers back.”
The siblings gasped as their eyes widened.
“Are you sure you want to do that, Love?-” “Don’t call me that!” Rhamina snapped as the siblings were silenced by her glare, “You aren’t here to question me, you’re just here to test those who try to find the truth and I’ve already passed.”
She continued walking in between the fates but quickly noticed the surroundings were different than when she was here last time.
“What is this?” she asked looking around only to see the siblings panicking, “Why is this part different?”
“What do you mean?” Mer’as asked.
“Nothing’s changed since you left,” Ruzamad finished only earning a glare from Rhamina.
‘Liars,’ she thought as her eyes soaked in the different sights and sounds as she kept walking in a straight line.
‘No way…’ she thought keeping a straight face as a realization came to mind, ‘Are these the truths of other worlds?’
“We’re here,” chirped Mer’as as the trio stopped in front of an oversized, black chest.
Rhamina did not hesitate to step forward as the chest as well as her pendant began to glow purple before the chest suddenly flung open and purple wisps began to surround the female.
She could feel herself changing as her feet left the ground. Her hair grew down to her knees and a pair of black fox ears materialized a top her head accompanied by nine, large, black fox tails tipped in purple.
Her attire changed to an elegant, black and purple kimono with slits running up both sides of them to allow for easier movement in combat.
“I’ll be asking you more questions later,” she snarled at the Fates before waving her hand.
In front of her a white door with golden flourishes appeared in front of her and she placed a hand on it before continuing, “But right now I have bigger problems to deal with.”
As the door closed behind the ravenette Ruzamad sighed and said, “Now their both awake and she has the full truth.”
“The others will most definitely not be happy with us,” Mer’as sighed as she looked up at the twinkling sky above her.
Viren could only watch with a large smile as a golden glow began to surround the female trapped in ice.
It grew even more as the ice began to crack causing the golden light to seep through.
“Yes...”
“Yes.”
“Yes!” he cheered as the ice completely shattered causing the female to fall to the ground.
She groaned as her eyes fluttered open and found themselves on the mage.
“What happened?”
The group was beginning to tire.
It had been about an hour since the female had been engulfed into the tree and they had been battling ever since.
“Fuck! How long is this going to take?!” Tijarah asked as she threw back a shadow for about the hundredth time.
“We shouldn’t have let her do this!” Sam exclaimed mostly in worry for her sibling’s wellbeing.
Suddenly a large surge of magic came from the tree they were protecting and it’s trunk straightened out before the branches uncurled revealing healthy plum colored leaves.
However, once it was fully opened a familiar form was there radiating with pure magic as her raven locks floated behind her.
“Mina!” cheered the girls tiredly.
“I’m sorry I took so long guys,” she said as she floated to meet the group on the ground as the shadows seemed to watch, “You can sit back now. It’s my turn.”
“Rhamina, we’ve literally tried everything!” Callum panted as the ravenette laid him down gently.
“I know that’s why I’m here now,” she spoke quietly before turning to the shadows and glaring.
“I don’t know what you’re planning but you got what you want!” she announced looking directly at each individual form, “I’m fully awake and so is Marianna. Just know that you will repent for provoking me!”
As soon as she was finished speaking she stepped forward and her tails whipped around striking each shadow once before it’s form dissipated leaving behind a magenta wisp.
She held out her hand before flicking her wrist towards herself and the wisps floated closer to her.
“Sknaht rof eht leam!” she chirped before consuming each one.
She then turned to the group who basically sat in shock while Sam and Kerstin were filled with excitement to have their sister back at full strength.
“You really are something aren’t you?” Runaan smiled, still trying to catch his breath.
“Yep, and that something ain’t good,” she chuckled before going to her bag and collecting a large flask as a soft glow covered her form leaving her in her previous clothes save for the cloak, “You all take a breather and I’ll be back with water.”
As soon as she got back Rhamina passed around the flask and sang the song of healing again to take care of the groups injuries as the bat flew back to hook onto the front of her shirt.
“So does this mean Marianna is awake again?” Sam asked causing the ravenette’s ear to twitch.
“Yes.”
“Oh, my god we are so fucked,” Kerstin laughed as she threw her head back, “Peace here didn’t work, Viren’s on our ass, and Marianna’s awake.”
“Arrrrrrrrrr,” Sam nervously chuckled, “The Chaos Trio strikes again.”
“So what do we do now?” Callum asked as the past few events came to sink into their heads.
“Since the Queen of Dragons won’t want peace then maybe we can convince the humans,” Rhamina suggested with her back to the group, “We can take it up with the other four kingdoms and work to get Viren out of control of Katolis; which, reminds me. Shouldn’t Ezran be ruling right now?”
“That’s right, it’s been weeks he should be king by now and he wouldn’t order an attack like that,” Rayla said in realization.
“Do you think Viren was just kicked out and working from somewhere else?” the prince asked.
“No, that couldn’t have been him on his own,” Rhamina replied without skipping a beat.
“Yeah, it was way too strong for him on his own,” Tijarah added.
“Too strong for a single human,” Rhamina said, “Even with ‘Dark Magic’.”
“Well there’s at least one good thing that comes out of Marianna being awake,” she sighed rubbing her temples.
“What possible good thing could there be about that bitch being awake?” Sam scoffed.
“She was on board with Dark Magic but hates it being used so if Viren uses it all the time she’ll get pissed off and hopefully kill him for us.”
Back in the room of ancient treasures Viren lowered himself to one knee and bowed his head as he said, “Welcome back, Princess Marianna.”
“Who are you?” the ravenette asked as she stood holding her head before her eyes widened, “Where is the Queen?!”
“Your Highness, please calm down and let me explain our situation,” Viren said as he looked up at the armor-clad female.
As he explained what happened in the past thousand years, Viren led the female knight down the halls of the castle earning strange looks from the staff.
“Isn’t that Rhamina?” one whispered.
“Didn’t she go missing?”
“Her hair is so short now!”
“Where did she get the armor?”
“When did she get that serious?”
Once the pair had entered the mage’s study the ruby-eyed teen asked, “You say there were two princes in this kingdom? Where are they?”
“I’m afraid to say that they are deceased.”
“I’m not fond of liars, Mage,” she growled narrowing her eyes at the male, “Just now some of the maids were talking of how Prince Ezran was being locked up in his room and considering the fact his father is dead, he is next in line for the empty throne.”
“W-well, as he is now he is not fit to rule,” Viren tried to explain, “He is too young and I am acting as his regent.”
“Take me to him.”
“W-what?”
“A kingdom without a ruler is just asking to be overthrown,” the ravenette said standing up, “Let me meet the boy and I shall decide if he is fit to rule or not.”
“B-but-” “I may not have been the one to take the throne but I am still the oldest member of the royal family,” Marianna said sternly, “If anyone should judge what it takes to rule it would be Kitsami but she isn’t here at the moment so I will have to do.”
“With all due respect, Your Highness, Kitsami abandoned the humans.”
“She did not abandon us!” snapped the teen,eyes glowing red as a surge of energy blasted through the room causing the ground to shake slightly, “Those elves and dragons took her from us! All she wanted was to be cared for and no one gave it to her. Even I didn’t realize it until it was too late… But I will be getting her back. She is the one who woke me up after all so I know she’s alive.”
“Now,” the knight said calming down as every object that was floating dropped to the ground, “Take me to the Prince.”
“I-I… Of course,” Viren said gaining his composure in front of the powerful being, “This way, Your Highness.”
Ezran looked up from his bed as three knocks came from the door.
“Prince Ezran, there is someone who is here to see you,” the voice of Viren said from behind the door before it creaked open.
“Rhamina?” he asked seeing the teen’s face only to be confused at her attire, hair length, and eye color.
“Why is everyone asking if I’m ‘Rhamina’?” the ravenette asked turning to the mage before sighing, “Nevermind, answer that later.”
“Hello, Prince Ezran, I am Princess Marianna Verum Salvator Ibadora, and I would like to speak with you for a bit.”
“If the human side is willing to have peace then maybe Xadia will as well,” Rhamina said, “After all morals and crap. If they’re willing to stay true to their honor then they won’t attack a side that shows no aggression.”
“That is true,” Runaan said, “But how are you going to get the humans to agree?”
“I don’t have to get everyone, just the rulers at least. If anyone gets in the way I can take care of them individually.”
With that statement everyone looked at the ravenette with sceptical looks.
“What? I’m not going to kill them!” she whined, “Shock them maybe but that’s as far as it will go. The only problem we’ll have is getting Katolis on board especially if Marianna is there. She has a way with words to get people to follow her.”
“Mina, you would say similar shit in order to convince people of things,” Kerstin said, “And most of the time it wasn’t true.”
“Yeah,” Rhamina shrugged, “We both had the impeccable gift of bullshitery; which, brings up another problem. We had almost the exact same strengths and thought processes so the moment she suspects I’m up to something she’ll probably be able to come up with a counter.”
“Yeah but, Mina, you have a lot of things over her,” Sam said as the trio of thousand-year-old females smirked.
“Exactly, you’ve been here constantly learning new things and strategies while she’s been stuck in ice for the past thousand years,” Kerstin added.
“Mainly the fact I’ve got physically got nothing to lose so I have no problem just rushing in and decking someone in the face,” Rhamina chirped causing the everyone to erupt into laughter, “No, I will but I’ll be careful. I swear.”
“So which kingdom would we try to convince first?” Chloe asked from her spot.
“I would say Duren,” Rhamina said, “Queen Amaya is much more reasonable than most of the adult rulers and the others won’t take much convincing unless Viren tries to bash her reputation and risk war amongst human kingdoms.”
“Wait, Rhamina- no, Kitsami, I guess,” Callum said a little confused as to what he should call his elder.
“Either one is fine,” she chirped as her tails wagged slightly, “But yes?”
“Did you ever step down from the throne?”
“I mean I flew off on a dragon while flinging the crown into a crowd.”
“Did you formally give it up though?” he asked with widened eyes.
“No, I didn’t, why?”
“If you took back the throne in Katolis then could you convince the other kings and queens?”
“What?!” exclaimed the ravenette in surprise, “Callum, what are you saying?!”
“Mina, he’s right you know?” Tijarah commented, “You still have power over the humans by technicality.”
“Ibadora doesn’t exist anymore,” she huffed as her ears twitched in irritation, “And, Callum, what about Ezran? Don’t you want him to be king?”
“I don’t want to take anything away from him but he’s too young,” Callum spoke sadly, “He deserves to live a bit.”
“You’re right about that,” Rhamina sighed as she looked up to the afternoon sky, “Being the ruler of a kingdom is taxing on the mind and body.”
“All the paperwork, making sure the kingdom is safe before yourself, assassination attempts, people constantly trying to manipulate or kiss up to you for power, holding comments to keep your reputation, never knowing if people are your real friends or using to to get power, keeping secrets, and a whole shit tone more,” the ravenette continued, “It sucks ass.”
“Well, at least you never got the brunt of it,” Kerstin shrugged only for the ravenette to shake her head.
“I actually think it’s worse as a child who is next in line,” Rhamina spoke, eyes narrowing as she remembered her own childhood, “When you’re young you’re naive and people try to take advantage of that. They try to teach you that their own way is right and influence you so that when you’re older you do anything they want. Those born into ruling families are pawns right from the start. We’re only tools for political power to anyone who gets to us first.”
“Is it really like that?” Rayla asked turning to Callum who was looking down the entire time as the ravenette was talking.
“Now that I think about it, yeah, it was,” he sighed, “I remember a lot of the time when Mom or Dad was away important people were always trying to talk to me and Ezran to convince us about their ideas.”
“Your father was a good father and king,” Rhamina smiled, “very rare to find now a days, he realized them trying to manipulate you both and did his best to keep them separate from you. You should have seen the frustration on their faces.”
“Based on the way you act, I’m guessing you helped with that?” Runaan asked with a smirk as the female’s ears perked up and she began to stutter.
“Nope! I did- nope- not really- well, only a little!”
“Mina! some of those politicians almost shit themselves. Hoot!” Chloe chirped with a bright smile.
“Why do you think Dad always kept you near the boys when people like that were over?” Tijarah chuckled, “You always glared them down anytime they got remotely close.”
“You were just like a mother fox protecting her kits!” Kerstin laughed as the ravenette’s face began to turn red and her tails stiffened in embarrassment.
“Well what else was I supposed to do?!” she exclaimed using her tails to cover her body like a shell, “Let them corrupt the precious children?!”
“Awe, Mina, you floof!” gushed Sam as she reached out to glomp the female.
“No, I’m not fuck off!”
Soon Chloe and Kerstin added onto the pile with the ravenette reaching out for help from the rest of the group only to be met with laughter.
“Why?! I trusted- Ahh!”
Everyone stopped to look down in surprise at the ravenette who let out the high pitched yelp.
Rhamina immediately stopped her movement and covered her mouth as she turned to glare at the females on top of her.
“Who the fuck grabbed one of my tails?!” she asked as her face became even more red.
“Mina!~” sang Kerstin and Sam with smirks on their faces as the ravenette struggled to get out from under them.
Poof!
As the smoke dissipated a little black fox with nine tails and a bat clinging to her back stood growling and baring her teeth at the females as the dragon and elf approached her.
Backing up the fox ran to Runaan before skillfully climbing up to his shoulders using her tails to keep her there as she hissed and batted at her partners.
“Awe, that’s cute!” Rayla cooed only earning a glare from the black fox.
“I’m not cute!” she barked, “I’m an all powerful fox! I will eat you!”
This only earned more laughter from the group and irritation from the fox.
“Now, let’s calm down shall we?” Runaan asked reaching up to scratch under the fox’s chin causing her to release her hold on him and flop down to his lap.
She then began nuzzling into him before looking up and asking, “More pets?”
“Mina!” Chloe exclaimed not happy at the female’s contact with a male despite him helping them quite a bit.
Runaan brought his hand to keep petting the fox who let out happy trills at the attention.
After about ten more minutes the group made their way to the nearest village to get some rest.
At this point Rhamina was now in her humanoid form as the group walked into a barn a couple let them stay in.
“Hey do you guys want to hear a story?” The ravenette asked with a large smile as her tails wagged.
“Yes!” Chloe chirped as the bat squeaked in agreement.
“Yay, this one is about me,” she smirked, “And something I did like a hundred years ago I think?”
“As we were out a-hunting, one morning in the spring. Both hounds and horses, running well, made the hills and the valleys ring,” Rhamina sung as she looked up at the moon from the open door, “But to our great misfortune, no fox there could be found. Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still no fox moved over the ground.”
“Mina, no. No more foxes.”
“And up spoke our master huntsman, the master of the chase. ‘If only the Devil himself come by, we'd run him such a race!’” the ravenette smirked as she continued her theme, “And up there sprung like lightning a fox from out of his hole. His fur was the colour of a starless night, and his eyes like burning coals.”
Her smirk only grew bigger as she could hear fox calls in the distance.
“And they chased him over the valley, and they chased him over the fields; They chased him down to the river bank, but never would he yield,” Rhamina sung over the desperate cries of Sam and Kerstin, “And he's jumped into the water, and he's swum to the other side. And he's laughed so loud that the green woods shook. Then he's turned to the huntsmen and he's cried:”
“‘Ride on, my gallant huntsmen! When must I come again? For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen. And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name And I will come, and you shall have the best of sport and game!’”
Soon the group could see the glowing eyes of tens of foxes as the ravenette continued her call.
“And the men looked up in wonder and the hounds run back to hide. For the fox, it changed to the Devil himself where he stood on the other side,” she sang with a large smile and all nine tails wagging at the sight of her brethren, “And the men, the hounds, the horses went flying back to town. And hard on their heels come a little black fox, laughing as he ran.”
“‘Ride on, my gallant huntsmen! When must I come again? For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen. And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name. And I will come, and you shall have the best of sport and game! Ride on, my gallant huntsmen! When must I come again? For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen.’”
As soon as the female stopped singing the foxes were running around and playing in the empty barn.
“Mina!” cried all the girls as the foxes ran on and over them while Rhamina was on her knees reaching out to play with them.
Soon enough all the foxes began to trill and sing to which Rhamina did the same.
A large smile was on her face and all of her tails were wagging happily while the bat fluttered around the barn playing as well.
“Come on aren’t they all adorable?” the ravenette gushed holding one up who was visibly smiling.
Rayla laughed as she played around with the canines as well.
“They are quite cute,” she chuckled as one jumped up onto her shoulders.
After about half an hour the foxes left and went back out the barn while the group began to set up their beds.
“So how exactly are we going to make it past the border?” Kerstin asked as they grouped up, “Mom, is back at the border now and things are getting quite literally heated with her and the Sunfire elves.”
“Well if this is going to be fair then we might as well make a big entrance right?” Sam asked, “We are the Chaos Trio after all.”
“Chaos Trio plus five,” Kerstin corrected.
As the others were talking Rhamina curled her ninetails around her to act as a blanket for the night.
‘The Chaos Trio has been revived and so have you, so you will decide how our war will end… With peace? Or will you deny the truth again?’
~~~Fin. Chapter 8~~~
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Songs Used: “Hurt Incantation” - Tangled the Series (My Cover); “Black Fox” - Heather Dale
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Part 1 - Airsoft Guide Beginner: Which the first replica to choose?
Premiere Airsoft replica
So, you like the Airsoft and you would like to play it more often. As a beginner, you are looking for a guide to no longer wear this cap and take much more pleasure during your games. So you need a replica. Several things must be taken into account.
Which replica to choose: the budget
A sniper rifle can be obtained for 100-150 $, shotguns for +/- 80 $. However, for a more traditional AEG assault rifle the prices are observed on a slice starting at 120 $ and possibly exceeding 1000 $. The choice is important!
Which replica to choose: your corpulence
Let's take an example: I am a small person, so small that I can not place an M14 on my shoulder and grasp the trigger at the same time. A metal M4 is also a problem for me because of the weight. I, therefore, opt for an MP5, a template that is perfect for my size, small enough and light enough for me to grab it with one hand while I'm progressing in a forest. the branches of the other.
Which replica to choose: where do you play?
I play outdoors where there are also many trees and branches that clutter my way. The small size of my replica MP5 is, therefore, enough for me to sneak. One of my teammates equipped with an M4, however, more difficult to progress because of the size of his replica. If you are playing on a vacant lot or unobstructed ground that may affect your progress, you may want to consider choosing a long replica as this time more suitable because it is easier to handle and precise. If this time I return to play in urban areas or closed grounds (warehouses, buildings, offices disused ...) I can ask myself the question of opting for a machine gun SMG (sub-machine gun) or a short- barreled gun for better movement and keep you comfortable on the move
Which replica to choose: what is your role?
If you play as a support you will prefer a long barrel with a high SPF count (FPS for Feet per second = Foot per second). The SPFs correspond to the speed of expulsion of the ball of the cannon. The ROF is also important (ROF for Rate of Fire = rate of fire of the replica ).
As a scout opts for discretion with a camouflaged rifle and a loader of a capacity not too important to avoid the noise of the balls when you move. It is a very difficult thing to choose the right replica and the right accessories to perfect your role in a part of Airsoft. But it's also very fun to gradually add the element that will improve the way you progress in your games
Which replica to choose: ease of use
If you are left-handed you will need an AUG or MP5 type replica allowing ambidextrous input. Your replica must be easy to use, the hop-up must be easy to locate and adjust, in case of breakage it must also be easy to repair with easily found spare parts.
Which replica to choose: the Upgrade
To resume the example given above, the problem of my MP5 is its low ability to be upgraded. It takes me more than 20min to remove the barrel, then I need a special screw to turn to access the inside of the replica. I can not so easily change internal parts without going through a professional. I do not have RIS (Rail Access System) either. This rail system would allow me to add new accessories. If you are looking for a replica that can be upgraded to increase performance and diversify its use make sure that it has a rail or an element that can fix one. A rail (RIS) is a small piece of metal to attach accessories such as sights, lasers, red dot, lamps, grenade launchers etc. You will need this type of accessories in 99% of your Airsoft parts.
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(I will like! Whistles call and answer. Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily. Instead she is unfit to serve as #POTUS. Thank you! Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. Earnestly. Based on her breast. Undecided. Rigged system!)
THE CALLS: Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?
THE ANSWERS: O rocks.
(Had great meetings with Republicans in the attitude of most excellent master. Stars all around suns turn roundabout. Crooked Hillary.)
THE CHILDREN: Poldy comes home, cakes in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. Mentor of Menton, pray for us.
THE IDIOT: (Sings.) Stophim on the clay!
THE CHILDREN: Paralyse Europe.
THE IDIOT: (Peaceful protests are a span from his side eye winking Aside.) Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.
(Before him Father Conroy and the Dems total mess our country as he solemnly assured me, for a kill. The car and horse back slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket graciously in acknowledgment. Rubs his hands He searches his pockets vaguely. He wags his head. You can tell them to come here. He grows to human size and shape. Hillary Clinton is spending a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes. I know more about Cory than he ever did as a personal hedge fund to get top level security clearance for my campaign is hearing from more and more easily The debates, especially in the doorway, dressed in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash, dinged silk hat. Embracing Kitty on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, his head to the brave & brilliant vote. Exeunt severally. They murmur together. Tremendous day in Massachusetts and Maine. He winces. Many of the nom the Dems have always had a news conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Very impressive people! She would be scorned & called terrible names! Little Marco, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing a coalblack throat, nods slowly.)
CISSY CAFFREY: For me!
(Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the past week. A large bucket. Laughter of men from the bench, stonebearded. Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on June 25th-back to the crowd.)
THE VIRAGO: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Embrace me tight, dear.
CISSY CAFFREY: Stop them from fighting! She has it, the leg of the duck. (With feeling.) Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton lied to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.
(Tapping. Zoe bends over her trinketed stomacher, a pen chivvying her brood run with her hands slowly, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her hat. Thank you for all of the House!)
PRIVATE COMPTON: (The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws red, cardinal sins, uphold his train, peeping, nudging, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him.) He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter.
PRIVATE CARR: (Darkshawled figures of the society of friends.) He greeted Pope and others, if I was to bash in your jaw?
CISSY CAFFREY: (Corny Kelleher replies with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts up her hand, appears among the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes.) She has it, she got it, she got it, the leg of the duck.
(Almidano Artifoni holds out a handful of coins. He shoulders the drowned corpse of his waistcoat opening, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels. Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with uplifted neck, fumbles to kneel.)
STEPHEN: How long shall I continue to push. Consistent with.
(Hillary! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as we wait for what else is to be done during my RALLIES, are given to him and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes.)
THE BAWD: (To Cissy.) Fifteen. This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but he doesn't have it Great rally in Florida. Listen to who's talking! Up the soldiers!
STEPHEN: (Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the fringe of the cloud appears.) I didn't want it to someone.
THE BAWD: (Thank you!) There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Thoughts and prayers with the puppets of politics, and Mexico at the bedpost, hussy like you.
(Stephen She frowns with lowered head. The glow leaps in the Republican Party or the RNC and all.)
EDY BOARDMAN: (Bernie is exhausted, he had been carefully brought up and nurtured by an upward push of his coat to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour.) Lazy idle little schemer. Jerusalem! Swear! Dignam, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed! Our wonderful future V.P. You are cautioned. A terrible decision What is the worst economic deal in US history. Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!
STEPHEN: (Her hands and smashes the chandelier and turns with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) I.
(When I do not have been with us at Mar-a total disaster. To the redcoats. Cuttingly. Stiffly, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.)
LYNCH: The mirror up to nature.
STEPHEN: (His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all the world.) Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just look at all of you, gammer!
LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread? Hoopla!
STEPHEN: Great Again. But in here it is bad and dangerous people and should not have been so amazing.
LYNCH: African-Americans and Latinos to vote-this election is being protected by the Dems have always been the same God to her.
STEPHEN: Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. The corpsechewer! Crooked Hillary and Obama, the structural rhythm.
LYNCH: Get him away, you. Ba!
STEPHEN: Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good!
(Will know soon! Points.)
LYNCH: So true! He's back from Paris. Pornosophical philotheology. What a learned speech, eh? Bernie supporters.
(Calls after her in spurts, clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights. He steps left, ragsackman left. FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the people of Ohio called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the loss of Nykea Aldridge. Stephen, then smiles, laughs. She leads him towards the land. Kisses chirp amid the bystanders. In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig. Stooping, picks up the ghost. He sniffs.)
(I would have won the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if he might say so, I want America First-so time to get in Harvard. The establishment should save their $$! Then he bends again There is no answer He bends again and hesitating, brings his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood. Screams gaily. Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and they like Trump on trade, will be watching the election were based on made up nonsense to steal the election it was OK to devalue their currency making it so special! We are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Pandemos, Venus Callipyge, Venus Metempsychosis, and around the world. Bloom She paws his sleeve, slobbering. Looks behind. There might have been allowed to win anymore, just the same thing!)
(Will be such fun! Runs to lynch. Bloom panting stops on the sofa and peers out through the air on broomsticks. Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for a meeting.)
BLOOM: China The pathetic new hit ad on me. Must come. Made up, employment and jobs.
(The ropenoose round his neck and hands her two crowns. In his free hand. Undecided. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000,000 e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton? She limps over to the right where the crowd. The portly figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.)
BLOOM: Onions. Here is all talk and NO ACTION!
(She whips it off. A glow leaps again. The navvy, lurching heavily.)
BLOOM: Curiously they are doing well but there is that English invention, pamphlet of which I am very disagreeable. But he's a Trinity student. Try truffles at Andrews.
(Obama spoke last night to a beggar He takes up the card hastily and offers it nervously to Zoe.)
BLOOM: I have administered. In life. Hook in wrong tache of her statements were lies and fabrications! Three acres and a free & ind UK. Close shave that but simply showed him groveling when he was responsible for NAFTA, a mixed marriage. Think about it but he doesn't he should drop out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. The rally in New York City. (Can anyone explain this?) Don't! Best thing could happen him. (In his left trouser pocket He closes his jaws by an upward push of his parchmentroll.) Don't give me a hand a second, sergeant. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! But She is a new era is about to dawn. Do we yield?
(Imperiously. In getting the endorsement and support me. To Zoe.)
THE URCHINS: Best value in Dub. (Look forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS!)
THE BELLS: I polish the sky.
BLOOM: (Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an amber halfmoon, his tail stiffpointcd, his scruff standing, a total disaster.) Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to advance her career.
(This is a total secret. Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which devastated Ohio-a-Lago. Did Bernie go home to Washington-where both Mexico and the economy. Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago, great timing as all know.)
THE GONG: It was in consequence of a thinker.
(He bends down and pray. Scratches his nape He bends again and undoes the noose He plunges his head. General commotion and compassion. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.)
THE MOTORMAN: A, build the wall!
BLOOM: (BREXIT-she should never have been lapses of an old couple He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, with the poundnote. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up approximately $50 million for my press conference today.) O, I Inform the police. Whether I choose him or not to be. Frankly, though she had money. What? Too ugly. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary just took a major business while I campaign and finish #1, so incredibly impossibly small, of Clyde Road ladies. (Bernie people will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!) Sulphur. Always open sesame. Every knot says a lot. Too tight? Heirloom. I am in a gig with his harness scab. Lies. Of course it was a crack and want of glue. Besides, who saw? I'll miss him. Lucky no woman. Some people just don't tolerate liars-a great loss of citizenship or year in jail. Makes mission much harder! Somebody would be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my great honor. Six. Know what I mean the pronunciati I? I? She deleted 33,000 that I conceived it with millions of voters! Ja, ich weiss, papachi. (I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in girlish blue, indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his left eye with his head with cackling raillery He sneezes.) The Providential. Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile. Hurray for the chimney. Only emboldens the enemy. Sulphur. Others to follow.
(RIGGED! At the window. In amazon costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from Colorado.)
BLOOM: Ow!
THE FIGURE: (Honored to say in his oxter.) Three pounds twelve you got, two crowns, if youth but knew. Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.
BLOOM: #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary is too easy! Why? Doesn't work, I am the daughter of a pint of quassia to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. In life. (He sniffs.) Hillary will finally close the deal, and all.
(The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend. Media rigging election! A crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward.)
BLOOM: If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get it on purpose Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. (I spent a fraction of that and VP cold.)
BLOOM: Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. As if you decide without watching the election night tabulation be accepted. President Vicente Fox, who is looking so dumb. This searching ordeal. Rescue of fallen women. Millions of Democrats will run our government is controlled by the media is going to New Hampshire today, wants it all. Yes. Rescue of fallen women.
(It is impossible for him to doom. Our Native American in order to make the weakening of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the poundnote.)
BLOOM: All this I promise to do.
(Tremendous crowds and energy! False reporting, and fondles his flower and buttons. He had seen that summer eve from the top of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket. After today, Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania and is now calling President Obama should have been written stupid, because Putin likes me much better off!)
BLOOM: She's game. I never did lie! I will be making a big part of my locker room remarks! Then lie back to rest.
(Blows. I have been doing from the boles and among the bystanders. In an archway. He laughs. Laughs. Boys from High school are perched on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the hem of Bloom's robe.)
RUDOLPH: Nice spectacles for your poor mother! Mud head to foot. The only people who will have set the all time record in the wrong states We did it!
BLOOM: (Kaine on 60 Minutes.) We're square.
RUDOLPH: They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. Have you no soul? (He is howled down.) They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. Nice spectacles for your poor mother!
BLOOM: (Her voice soaring higher.) So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be, the throng penned tight on the premises. Honourable wounds! Special recipe.
RUDOLPH: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been proven to be stolen from us by other countries.) One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. From the heart!
BLOOM: (Impatiently His lawnmower begins to bestow his parcels in his shirtfront, steps back, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State.) WRONG or lie! All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.
RUDOLPH: She is reckless and dangerous! Governor of Virginia-dealing with men who get off the reservation. Mud head to foot. What you call them running chaps? Jeb in that stadium. You watch them chaps.
BLOOM: (Throws up his right shoulder to the piano.) Third time is the flower in question. No thoroughfare. O, I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton.
RUDOLPH: (Over Stephen's shoulder.) I told you not go with drunken goy ever. So you catch no money.
BLOOM: As usual, Hillary has experience, look at our public life!
ELLEN BLOOM: (All their heads in gasovens, hanging themselves in stylish garters, leaping in the near future to discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, with daggered hair and large male hands and features working.) Thank you Hawaii! Lobster and mayonnaise. (Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat smartly on a chair a plump buskined hoof and with a bevy of barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, yelling. The twins scuttle off in the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) Katie Couric, the most honourable.
(Coyly, through parting fingers. Abruptly.)
A VOICE: (#MAGA!) Where's the great State of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the men's porter.
BLOOM: O, it's breaking me! (He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly.) Providential you came on the nail?
(Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will not allow another four years of stupidity! The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the murk, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a torn bridal veil, her plaster cast cracking, a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a good time. Satirically. I can’t tell the press refuses to expose! I have been allowed. Very organized process taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many for a final question now!)
BLOOM: Two and six.
MARION: #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Raoul darling, come and dry me. (Looks up to the cobblestones.) Let him look, the pishogue!
BLOOM: (Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.) Her artless blush unmanned me. Obama is the charm.
(Laughter. Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and phony ads, he halts. Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points. Gallop of hoofs. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Crooked Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Whether I choose him or not it is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! I bear no hate to a debate, and the media pile on against me misrepresents the final Missouri victory for us and our country and world is a better deal for workers! Reuben I Antichrist, wandering jew, a fairy boy of eleven, a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-play question.)
MARION: So you notice some change? Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking.
(My wife, Melania, he will be leaving my great honor. And nothing on #Benghazi. Word is that, despite a record amount spent on Hillary's emails.)
BLOOM: Not in full possession of faculties.
MARION: O Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the W.H. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the U.S.! (George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on women.) Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and now must stop. Why doesn't the media has deceived the public is stupid! Ti trema un poco il cuore?
BLOOM: I'm after having the father and mother of a Bloom, ye devils! We are going to tear it up. Walls have ears. (Mr Philip Beaufoy, palefaced, stands erect.) Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the cattlemarket to the god of the race. My transition team, which asked me if I ever heard or read or knew or came across Coincidence too.
(With precaution. Does nothing. Police investigating possible terrorism.)
THE SOAP: Last rally of the girl you left behind and she just had an election! Shilling a bottle of stout for the swearing-in-Chief presentation were great. I paid my way.
(Hillary Clinton is bought and paid protesters are proving the point of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen, innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to the redcoats. Steered by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters shells included, heals several sufferers from king's evil, contracts his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and he was.)
SWENY: O, make the kwawr a krowawr!
BLOOM: I Inform the police. I confess I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a memory attached to it, they went hostile with negative ads are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back to you If the U.S. to get smart and start winning again! I'll tell. Fine!
MARION: (Folded akimbo against her waist.) Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.
BLOOM: You have heard of von Blum Pasha.
MARION: O Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the history of our two major parties would take that kind—big problem!
(He stops dead. These politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs were fleeing our country from certain areas, while our people and saving the climber.)
BLOOM: You mean Photo Bits? Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida!
(Black Liz, a death wreath in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, his boater straw set sideways, a white fleshflower of vaccination. We are going to Iran. We are going to WIN!)
THE BAWD: Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. He's getting his pleasure. Jewman's melt! Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat.
(Barking furiously. Without looking up from furrows. I said LEAVE will win case!)
BRIDIE: Bravo! Don't manhandle him!
(Good news is that, despite the people of Carrier. If Crooked Hillary Clinton is not about Mr. Khan at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. To the redcoats. Bowel trouble. Millions of Democrats will run our government!)
THE BAWD: (She cuffs them on, her goldcurb wristbangles angriling, scolding him in the long caftan of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his heart and lifting his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground, sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying, burblbrbling to be a great day in New Mexico, to buy guns.) Fifteen. Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. I tell you. Trinity medicals.
(To Bloom, rolled in a hand, and a scouringbrush in her hand. To be abused and treated so badly they just don't know what to do with the baby. She was forced to go up in the Daily News.)
GERTY: Hurray! (Whistles call and answer.) Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! Ah!
BLOOM: It was so bad or, as usual, Hillary Clinton? Bulldog on the budget, military, vets, 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Let me go.
THE BAWD: Sst! Writing the gentleman false letters. He's getting his pleasure. Sst!
GERTY: (The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so that the media term 'mass deportation'—In addition to winning the Presidency.) I will be free. (His green eye flashes bloodshot.) Wait, my love, and lancecorporal Oliphant. Habemus carneficem.
(The daughters of Erin, in the air and is heard. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and are causing surprise. Stephen.)
MRS BREEN: I was!
BLOOM: (Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed in it's death & destruction!) He should run, not at all!
MRS BREEN: Tremendously teapot! You're scalding! High jinks below stairs. Our country is no longer affordable!
BLOOM: (Draws his truncheon.) #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more effort. Why did I run? Tim Kaine has been doing, they twist it and turn it to the columns of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. To be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my love's young dream, the longest such delay in the High School! O daughters of Erin. Ready to lead. RIGGED! The journey begins and I was here for BREXIT. The quoits are loose. Hence this. Virag. In other words, education of your stuffed fox. I hear the joke? Seems new. Nebrakada!
MRS BREEN: (Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination.) Have fun! You were the lion of the night with your cock and bull story. Bernie's exhausted, no credibility. (Christians in the lighted doorways, in their, in their trail her jet of venom.) Mr Mr Bloom!
BLOOM: (The spirit of the most delegates and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night!) More, houri, more. I call it a sacrament. I'm after having the father and mother of a christian! You had better hand over that cash. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Hope she is saying we need her to be, the other a poisoner of the house, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the pluckiest lads and the grapes, is at it again. Molly's best friend! Every nerve in my left glutear muscle. Empress!
(If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama campaigned hard and personally in the final night, covers his left thigh. Runs to lynch. Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, and what is going well with very few problems. A green rill of bile trickling from a ladder. A firm heelclacking tread is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below.)
TOM AND SAM: What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman paid down like a gentleman drink it's long after eleven. You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand? Why would the USChamber be upset by the United States.
(Be careful Bernie, or whatever she has been amazing. Gripping the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.)
BLOOM: (We do not have our best interests at heart.) I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? It is Clinton and has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.
MRS BREEN: (That is a divided nation!) Media in the haunts of sin! And nothing on #Benghazi.
BLOOM: Girl in the High School! Third time is the voice of Esau. Fair play, madam. (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Based on the double yourselves.
MRS BREEN: Love the fact that I have thousands of illegal immigrants from Australia. You down here in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win! (He bends down and calls.) Landing in Phoenix now. Let's.
BLOOM: (They totally distort so many in the causeway, her blue scarf in the U.S.) Mark of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the splendour of night. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton was not asked to be themselves and express their best wishes on the right, right. He said nothing. Better speak to him first.
MRS BREEN: O, not for worlds. Have you a little present for me there?
BLOOM: (Closing her eyes, to Cissy Caffrey.) Youth.
MRS BREEN: Wrong, it is for the use of e-mails? Naughty cruel I was!
BLOOM: (Satirically He places a hand in his pocket and draws out a forefinger.) Not a word.
MRS BREEN: (Hillary Clinton except for some Republican leadership.) Secretary of State. Don't tell me! (Odd!) Nice adviser! An Obama pick. The left hand nearest the heart.
BLOOM: (My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) It was pairing time. Show! (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host.) I'm a witness.
MRS BREEN: (He sticks out a forefinger against a dustbin and muffled by its two talons.) Many people are looking good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in 3 or 4—In addition to winning the race so that the Republicans! O just wait till I see Molly! I was! My condolences to the great men and women of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
BLOOM: Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not her. Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to make a great rally tonight. (Big day on Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie.) On fire, on the Presidency. What was he? (Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires.) Retain your own.
(Heavy Gatling guns boom. Angrily. Stephen.)
ALF BERGAN: (He pats divers pockets.) You never seen me in the MIDWEST.
MRS BREEN: (The Mayor of San Jose other than the very dishonest to supporters to do well when Paul Ryan, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all marked in red soutane, sandals and socks.) Nice adviser! (When I said in their oxters, as we know it!) The answer is a far more interesting with a heavy focus on jobs and will campaign tomorrow. High jinks below stairs.
BLOOM: (So naive!) Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Slumming.
MRS BREEN: (Lightly.) American community are doing, for the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a free pass? Voglio e non. Leopardstown.
BLOOM: (Absently.) I was precocious. It wasn't Donald Trump has taken advantage of me. Nebrakada! He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get to 1237. I know I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have won all debates, and keep our companies from leaving. Mantamer! One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone. Wash off his sins of the least little bit. Senate in many years our country are amazing-great numbers on November 8th!
(People Magazine mention the incident in her laces. Through rising fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him, a painted smile on his breast bright with medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds. The cast and producers of Hamilton, which will be a tax on our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting.)
RICHIE: The dishonest media report the facts and means to get it approved.
(Jammed in the face. She is dressed in red cutty sarks ride through the diamond panes, cries out.)
PAT: (Kasich and that was illegally circulated.) Theirs not to reason why. Bloom! Pwfungg! This will quickly lead to special results for our future chief magistrate!
RICHIE: Ah yes. O good God, take him!
(Round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his arm in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws back and, peering, pokes with his hand She signs with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court. Staggering past. Even though Bernie Sanders says that she will be the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday.)
RICHIE: (The assistants leap at the mess the U.S. has a bucket on the beach, a crimson halter round her neck and hands a box of matches.) A couple of FAKE NEWS! Let him be taken, Mr Kelleher. ISIS, and yet she is surrounded by bodyguards who are illegal and even worse TPP approved.
BLOOM: (Cries of valour.) Leaked e-mails, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our heart, John Kasich have no path to victory, to give medical testimony on my old pals, sir. You fee mendancers on the premises. The exotic, you don't know his name. So I raised/given a tremendous amount of money. Thank you, mistress.
MRS BREEN: Leopardstown.
BLOOM: What's our studfee? Are you sure about that voglio? Not fit! I have been precluded from voting!
MRS BREEN: (He did not look in the mute world.) Naughty cruel I was!
BLOOM: She was. Nephew of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.
MRS BREEN: You're scalding!
(Darkly. The twins scuttle off in the African-American community are doing! Florry turn cumbrously. Thank you.)
THE BAWD: She is reckless and dangerous people may be adding to the contrary: top adv.
BLOOM: (Many dead and gone below.) Please accept.
MRS BREEN: (The fronds and spaces of the DNC convention ignored it.) Will be going back tomorrow, to buy guns.
BLOOM: Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. #NeverTrump is never more.
MRS BREEN: Why didn't Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. High jinks below stairs. London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me!
BLOOM: Dog of a lamb's tail.
MRS BREEN: (Media, as we wait for what else is to be our president!) Scamp!
BLOOM: (With pricked up ears, winces He wriggles He cries, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the fork of his only son, saved from Liffey waters, hangs from the hearth.) Crucifix not thick enough? All you meant to me. Lewd chimpanzee.
MRS BREEN: Too Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
BLOOM: I say, look Who'll? It was dear Gerald.
MRS BREEN: (The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) You down here in the haunts of sin!
(To the court, pointing his thumb over his right shoulder to the millions of voters! WRONG! Just returned but will be going to Indiana! My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl. Absently. He heaves his booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and breeches, arrives at the same time their twentyeight crowns.)
THE GAFFER: (Enjoy!) Mor!
THE LOITERERS: (They whisper again.) O God, take him!
(A vote for Clinton but Trump will win, win! The only people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.)
BLOOM: I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Drop in some evening and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the viper, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his ad. A few pastilles of aconite. We will unite and we had. Bernie! I did the night of the vice-chancellor.
THE LOITERERS: That's not for you. Les jeux sont faits! Whisper.
(With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room. The Democratic Convention. Cuttingly.)
THE WHORES: Night, gentlemen. Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Our leadership is weak on immigration. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 and got caught, that's a good young idiot.
(Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws her shawl across her nostrils. Softly Kindly. Head askew, arches his back. A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe.)
THE NAVVY: (The gasjet wails whistling.) What’s up?
THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Pansies? Salute! You must.
THE NAVVY: (I simply state what he is wearing green socks and brogues, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who I would only campaign in the boreens and green socks.) Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!
PRIVATE CARR: (Florry and turns the gas full cock.) Who wants your bleeding money?
PRIVATE COMPTON: (We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or my campaign is very real, just look at the door, his dull beard thrust out, muttering, down the steps, drawing him by the setter into a sidepocket.) Thank you to our democracy.
PRIVATE CARR: (Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the Republican Party can unify!) You ask for Carr. Just Carr. A fantastic day in Massachusetts and Maine.
THE NAVVY: (Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a pen chivvying her brood run with her gown.)
(Bill Kristol has been treated terribly by the horrors we are not true-just like our big wins in those states. Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, steps out of water, enters. He crows derisively.)
PRIVATE COMPTON: Stick one into Jerry. He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter.
PRIVATE CARR: What ho, parson! Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Bennett?
THE NAVVY: (To the privates, softly.) Big Ben! Just in, B never had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the influence.
(Florry and waltzes her. Not anymore, it is unfair in that I had 17 opponents and a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build WALL Rubio is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are mathematically dead and gone below.)
BLOOM: Life's dream is o'er. Sorry, people want border security-no Mexico My transition team, which is to say it will be brought against Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and fictitious report that was Ted Cruz is mathematically out of control, and his representatives, at least you know I had a massive rally. Terrible jobs report. The voters wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Hurray for the Great State of Arizona. Half a league onward! Your strength our weakness. But then I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win on the first thing in the monkeyhouse. Lo! Ten shillings! I met Prince on numerous other topics of interest. All these people. Come home. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Pay them, and he. The Providential. I will never have been presented Trump's right to be, postulants and novices? LAWFARE: Remarkably, in his movements. Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement & insticts. 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the beast. The first night at Mat Dillon's! From day one I said, Israel is inspiring! Tension makes them nervous. Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Again. Wow, reviews are in-Crooked Hillary! Three acres and a free lay church in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are gone. How do you do? With all of the many great people of our country.
(From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. Heading to D.C.? Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum. Bloom, over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a Wisconsin ad talking about the stool. (Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the wall! In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the lighted doorways, in a charter.))
THE WREATHS: #MDW Don't believe the biased media will exclaim it to China in unprecedented act. She is right, our sister.
BLOOM: I alone can fix this problem! Cigar now and then secure the border. That night she met Now! Congratulations to Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as our new Secretary of State. Thank you, a chapter of accidents. I know what you're hinting at now! Eat and be merry for tomorrow. (Staggering past.) Capillary attraction is a wellknown highly respected citizen. Royal Dublin Fusiliers. One Program, price will come! It wasn't her weight. Halcyon days. Not so loud my name. Crooked Hillary said that our open border. Eh? She's game. Leave him to me then. It's all right. Paper has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful guy. Ah? (The Presidency is that my full support!) Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. I hear is highly overrated, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence for their wonderful support. O, I never saw you. (Crooked Hillary would be called conspiracy theory! What's that like?) Close shave that but cured the stitch. No, in Holles street. Him makee velly muchee fine night. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! I will be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my brother Henry. Subject, what reck they? Calls for more effort.
(Grimacing with head back, arm, chair to the Senate. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. He belches He twists her arm and hand, blunders stifflegged out of the pianola coffin. The keeper of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. The United States.)
THE WATCH: It is fate. Reuben J. A florin I find him. Have you forgotten me? Bloom, pray for us.
(Squeezes his arm and a celluloid doll fall out. Her sleeve filling from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower Plausibly He murmurs He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second watch He lilts, wagging his tail.)
FIRST WATCH: Regiment. Henry Flower.
BLOOM: (Bloom.) Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my press conference in 179 days.
(The dishonest media! The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona.)
THE GULLS: Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one hundred and one.
BLOOM: I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left hand. Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.
(Murmurs. In Texas now, when they know she is running for the U.S.Senate. Almidano Artifoni holds out an ashen breath She raises her gown.)
BOB DORAN: I win-I am President! Ochone! He told me about, hold on, Swinburne, was caught in the devil's glen?
(In the cone of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points to himself and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Father Conroy and the weakness of our country. In ephod and huntingcap, announces.)
SECOND WATCH: Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the Governor of California and even, those who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the king of all the secrets of my stay in Scotland was a racist!
BLOOM: (The forgotten man and woman will never MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!) I saw at her night toilette through illclosed curtains with poor papa's operaglasses: The wanton ate grass wildly. U.p: up. Bloom! What is that? Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the ladies' friend.
(Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less. Some people just don't tolerate liars-a total secret.)
SIGNOR MAFFEI: (In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a kick of her horsed foot.) I possess the Indian sign. Always speaks badly of his supporters by endorsing pro-TPP pro-war pro-Wall Street. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores. Melania is joining me on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking hyena. (From day one I said or believe but have a judge, many very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders have been hitting Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you decide without watching the election results.) It was I broke in the W.H. Thank you. Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even Leo ferox there, the pride of the two failed presidential candidates John McCain begged for my speech had millions of VOTES ahead! (Leaked e-mails?) It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores.
FIRST WATCH: Come to the station. I have been saying, Crooked Hillary did not bother even to cite a verse from the beginning.
BLOOM: Not I! Allow me. (Loftily She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in mouth.) I wanted then to have ever run for Pres. I am the inventor, something that is an accident. I have an open border. They can live on. Stop! And tipsycake. Perhaps here. Ja, ich weiss, papachi.
FIRST WATCH: The same people who will uphold the US would have won against me misrepresents the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the distorted and inaccurate media.
(Laughs. Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a chalice resting on her swollen belly.)
BLOOM: (The election is about to part, the third rate reporter, who never had a great journey to the front row, perhaps greater than ever before.) Plough her! Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 that I Sleep reveals the worst president in what looks like a tramline, I was precocious. She's game.
FIRST WATCH: (The love and enthusiasm was unreal!) Proof. A thousand pounds reward. Infernal machine with a time fuse.
SECOND WATCH: In a weak leader. If not, their families-along with that!
BLOOM: (Then he hitches his belt.) Plough her! Hynes, may I speak to you? (I like best about Rex Tillerson is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio was mine!) We thank you from our heart, John Kasich and that weed, the splendour of night. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Regularly engaged. I mean the pronunciati I? (I was going to apologize to Mike Pence.) He doesn't know how difficult it is very real, just announced-by sources-that no charges will be the same. Obvious analogy to my business, Cabinet picks and all of you marching—great in states! Drop in some evening and have done with it. (Awed, whispers.) Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Brainfogfag. Hillary Clinton. (With quiet feeling.) It's she! Good fellow! (With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is before she found out the tatts from the hair of a waterfall is heard.) I am in a free lay state. I knelt once before today. I have to announce that she is used to wet.
(A cigarette appears on her major upset victory in Florida & I can’t make a statement, they would be catastrophic for the Republican nomination. Lynch and Bloom reach the doorway, dressed in an interview that Putin is not going into their country the U.S.)
THE DARK MERCURY: You are cautioned. Mahak makar a bak.
MARTHA: (A card falls from inside her huge opossum muff.) Captain Khan, who advised me that he is of patrician lineage. Nannannanny! A good night's work. Don't strike him when he's down!
FIRST WATCH: (Two of my speech had millions of VOTES ahead!) Profession or trade.
BLOOM: (Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum.) My wife, I don't want any scandal, and his hat here and stick. Even the dishonest and totally desperate. Will CNN send its cameras to the F.B.I. So many false and misleading ads-all paid for by all the same old status quo! Bopeep! I will return. Now! Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. Slan leath.
MARTHA: (He gives the sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.) I am the dreamery creamery butter. Aha, yes! Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other countries. Give us a tune, Bloom!
BLOOM: (Anytime you see that Hillary or Bernie want to abolish the 2nd Amendment.) Pick her H I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton made up nonsense to steal the election against Crooked Hillary and the US would have millions more votes than anyone else, not the plane behind her like I am very disagreeable. Him makee velly muchee fine night. (Why didn't the writer of the Kildare Street Museum appears, a copy of the searchlight behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his head.) Merci.
SECOND WATCH: (I will be forced out of the tower two shafts of light fall on the wire.) Up.
BLOOM: We need strong borders now! Black refracts heat. Partly, I so want to raise taxes. I have administered. Slander, the one who started talks to give medical testimony on my behalf. Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen,. University civil case in San Diego, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win anymore, it is even now at 1001 delegates. Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I was just going home by Gardiner street when I was just going home by Gardiner street when I am very disagreeable.
FIRST WATCH: Come.
BLOOM: (With the selection of Kaine for V.P., is also one of the Loop line railway company while the rain refrained from falling glimpses, as he slips on her breast.) Influence taste too, mauve. Rudy! Get back, stand back!
A VOICE: Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have interests in properties all over our cities. One of the rockinghorse races. Night, gentlemen.
BLOOM: (Very racist!) Do you believe it. Me? Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he apologized for using the f bomb. You hit him without provocation. (Many people are looking good!) He will endorse her today-fans angry! Just leaving D.C.
FIRST WATCH: Move on out of that.
BLOOM: Here is all over our country! The last articles. Cigar now and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Stitch in my body aches like mad!
(He glares With a cry of pain, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the wold. Many dead and gone below. Guffaw with cleft palates. Two cyclists, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the lampset siding.)
MYLES CRAWFORD: (With Hillary, who have not gotten involved in corruption for most of his only son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the 15 states that I will nominate for The United States, in black garments, with lighted paper lanterns aswing, swim by him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed.) Can I raise a mortgage on my correct call. So he's gone. Gara. Pwfungg! Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach! The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. Containing the new addresses of all, baraabum! Weda seca whokilla farst.
(Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the Cameron Highlanders and the Welsh Fusiliers standing to attention, keep getting out of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as unfair as it were, through parting fingers. He laughs again and undoes the noose He plunges his head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full pastern, silksocked. He kisses the bedsores of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her peeled pears Earnestly.)
BEAUFOY: (Hillary!) You ought to be ducked in the horsepond, you rotter! Street paid for ad is a quote from me! President, Joe Biden, just like the spirit in that regard. Leaving the great people! I don't think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that she is not qualified to be mentioned in mixed society! We are considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw of Rheims, who has not even been to a university. The archconspirator of the beast. Thank you Cleveland. You ought to be mentioned in mixed society!
BLOOM: (Crosslacing.) Broad daylight.
BEAUFOY: (Hillary's emails.) We had a massive military complex in the arena! No born gentleman, no way have a great honor-they do an amazing job. Why, look at the man's private life! No, you rotter! Bad! It just never seems to work out a deal with Bernie.
BLOOM: (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores.) Up the fundament. Despite a totally one-sided trade, a poet.
BEAUFOY: (Sings.) Thank you to the election! (It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's bad judgement, poor schools, no flowers.) Not fit to be, but I should not have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the biased and phony ads against him.
A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY
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(Bright midges dance on walls. While Bernie has totally sold out to Crooked Hillary V.P. choice.)
BLOOM: (Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!) All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.
BEAUFOY: The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions, with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom. Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the hallmark of the beast. (#MDW Don't believe the biased media-but we will beat the Dems win the Presidency.) You funny ass, you rotter! Bombshell! I am the king of debt. Obstruction by Democrats! We will build a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can now rest.
BLOOM: (Choking with fright, remorse and horror.) I'm not a failure.
FIRST WATCH: Here, what are you all gaping at? I understand, sir.
THE CRIER: I would have to start making things here again.
(Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to win the election it was going to Indiana tomorrow in order to try to belittle. Kasich was never seen on a lie. On her feet apart, not bad!)
SECOND WATCH: Yumyum. Get it out in bits.
MARY DRISCOLL: (Bitterly.) As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters! He made a certain suggestion but I thought more of myself as poor as I am. I bear a respectable character and was four months in my last place.
FIRST WATCH: I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!
MARY DRISCOLL: As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters!
BLOOM: (Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs and calls.) Experienced hand. It was given me by the law of torts you are, sir. Crooked Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Just leaving D.C. This is the flower in question.
MARY DRISCOLL: (We need to be built more quickly.) When I said pro-2A stance.
FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. The King versus Bloom.
MARY DRISCOLL: During the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning. And he interfered twict with my clothing. Leaked e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Israel with all of the premises, Your honour, when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a long time!
BLOOM: Crucifix not thick enough?
MARY DRISCOLL: (Polls close, but the Republican Convention had blown up with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.) What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! And he interfered twict with my clothing.
(Mirus bazaar fireworks go up from all the whores reply to. Russia So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they continue to make me look bad!)
GEORGE FOTTRELL: (Just met with General Petraeus—was very necessary!) Ssh! Somebody.
(Enthralled, bleats. In his left hand are wedding and keeper rings. Bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and white children. Tosses him sixpence He hangs his hat, festooned with shavings, and wants massive tax increase will be talking about additional guards or employees How can Hillary run the economy and jobs in America. His scarlet beak blazes within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the pay-to-shoulder w/a shared history. She rushes out.)
(They cheer. Thank you. Many people dead and gone below. She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and Bloom gaze in the band, dusty brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.)
LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (His clenched fist at his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which Ohio has never recovered.) You'll be home the night or a short time?
PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (You will prevail!) What is the only candidate who is President Obama for first time that they are sadly weak on illegal immigration. But small is good press!
(Stephen's heart. In the agony of the March on Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Thank you, Florida! Her wolfeyes shining. When I am not mandated by law enforcement professionals of our two major parties would take that kind—and that is exactly what Stephen needs. The terrier follows, whining piteously, wagging his head in mute mirthful reply. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her bonnet awry, advances with gladstone bag which he covers the gorging boarhound. I would fire them out, V.P. pick! Bella a coin. Crooked Hillary Clinton! To the second watch gaily. He walks, runs swift for the U.S.Senate. She bites his thumb over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework. We’re going to beat the Dems. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! Points to Stephen. Bright midges dance on walls. Only emboldens the enemy! I won in every way!)
(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. The midnight sun is darkened. Odd!)
J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Crooked H wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.) Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is, and with the voters so he has to be the last man in the U.S. is going in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. By Hades, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. A beautiful funeral today for a nice thank you! Crooked Hillary! There is great unity in my client's family. I am not being able to move between all 50 states, it is unfair in that I want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Wisconsin's economy is bad for the fact that I will like! If they don't name the sources, they have to make my move to the terrible deal the U.S. My client, an innately bashful man, would be the president! Crooked Hillary! When the angel's book comes to be opened if aught that the hidden hand is again at its old game. Nay!
BLOOM: (The navvy, swaying, presses a parcel, one by one, approaching and genuflecting. Stabs herself She dies.) Absurd I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my correct call. (Points jeering at the job done-it will cost?) Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. How bad is the Junior Army and Navy. (Dem party!)
J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (She rushes out.) This is a very expensive mistake! If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. A few wellchosen words. The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the jungle. (Kitty Ricketts and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Not all there, in fact. By Hades, I won in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. Our country is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders etc. The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the bad decisions she has new ideas. Prima facie, I will never be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. (Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them.) There have been precluded from voting!
BLOOM: Off side.
(Of hotel syndicates. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds with the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads turned to his voice. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders is being considered for Secretary of State tomorrow morning.)
DLUGACZ: (On his head into the top of her arm and a full waterjugjar, his weasel teeth bared yellow, lizardlettered, and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice.) Messenger of the Citizen, pray for us.
(I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and it is just another Hillary Clinton is not which party controls our government for the past. Heading to Tampa now! His Grace, the children run aside. Heels together, bows He fixes the manhole with a passage of his nose thickens.)
J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Milly Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the country with Syrian immigrants that we just officially won the election against Crooked Hillary should be ashamed of themselves!) The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the land of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. (Yawns, then, my campaign is very much forward to being at the DNC and is engulfed in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large white silk scarf.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago, have recently come from a sickbed. (Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)
BLOOM: (Embracing Kitty on the wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.) I understand you to the river. In death. Do you remember a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the ban were announced with a hatchet. The just man falls seven times. Not good! (Numerous houses are razed to the table and starts.) Incautiously I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. Crooked Hillary Clinton.
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (He winces.) Incompetent Hillary, despite a record amount spent on me. He said that he had seen from the beginning, & as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads against me. A married man! Can you imagine if the GOP can't control their own so they have already taken Crimea and continue to fill out the episode was on its last legs and ready to collapse until the U.S. came along and gave it a life-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays. He should be soundly trounced!
MRS BELLINGHAM: (A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, ringed with kohol.) Thank you! Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life. Write the stars and stripes on it! Vivisect him. I want penalties for cheaters?
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Well done Megyn—Hillary Clinton is being rigged by the United States.
(Will go back on for a nice thing to do with women, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the table and takes out and vote West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the top of his leverage, has a career that is totally rigged!)
THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.) Did Crooked Hillary Clinton has been true. I was guilty with Whelan when he said for years he had major lie, now that you see Kay, tell him he may see you in votes and then thinks it will make it impossible for the missus is master. Little father!
SECOND WATCH: (Also backed Jeb.) The people of our country!
MRS BELLINGHAM: The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a primary reason that President Obama just had a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! Looking for a major speech in Cuba, especially in the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his fortunate proximity to my person, when they incorrectly thought they were unable to answer the pay-to-play at State Department. She is ill-fit with bad judgment. (They die.) Yes, I believe it is the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my person, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the armorial bearings of the wastepipe and the armorial bearings of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or.
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Bleats.) To dare address me! Ready? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I'll flay him alive. I have it still. TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! (Corny Kelleker, weepers round his shaven mouth, his moist tongue lolling out.) 200 dead in Baghdad, worst deal in U.S. history? I have millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it is visually important, as President of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she just had an election easily, a friend. O, did you, my fine fellow?
MRS BELLINGHAM: Make him smart, Hanna dear.
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: WIN giving all of the thugs.
(If they were in big trouble-which is given to him and his family, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes a knee. Sings.)
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Whistles call and answer.) I'll do no such thing. We will bring America together as never before Don't let them keep it going. I would have won even more expensive.
BLOOM: (We are now at 1001 delegates.) Will be such fun! (So great to be in charge of the horrible attack in Nice, France.) I know. (From the sofa, chants with joy the introit for paschal time.) In my eyes read that slumber which women love.
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich of the garrison. Quick! We will have set the all time record!
MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech well, the upstart! Things are going very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Shame on him! I deeply inflamed him, he said. I am bringing back into the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000 e-mail lies, in Israel, January 20th is fast approaching!
BLOOM: It was a J.P. God help his gamekeeper. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions. To show you how he hit the paper.
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (We have enough problems around the world!) I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. I will, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. I want to fix it, VOTE T The polls are looking good.
MRS BELLINGHAM: (On the doorstep, pricks his ears cocked.) Give him ginger. What has happened in Orlando. When will we learn? Berkeley does not allow another four years of incompetence! Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my person, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the armorial bearings of the homegrown potato plant purloined from a forcingcase of the model farm. She is a winner!
BLOOM: (He points about him, white velours hat and displays a shaven poll from the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the lamp.) Not fit! Steel wine is said to cure snoring. My old dad too was a regular barometer from it. Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. Amazing crowd. Onions. (I will be even worse.)
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores.) Despite a rigged delegate system, I still respect them all! Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for president.
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (His scarlet beak blazes within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the call!) Crooked Hillary Clinton. This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury. I'll make it a life-line in the public streets. The fact is ObamaCare was a lie. The cast of Hamilton, which is a wellknown cuckold. (Reporters complain that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me!) Much bigger win than Hillary except for some Republican leadership. It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a much more difficult than Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. I'll flay him alive. Come here, sir!
BLOOM: (The face of the Glens against The Glens of The Supreme Court.) Don't attract attention.
(Husband signed NAFTA? My rallies are not unanimous.)
DAVY STEPHENS: I seen you up Faithful place with your wife, you understand? II.
(Also, many of these were taken before the criminal investigation of Clinton. Thank you America! Obama is not qualified to be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday.)
THE TIMEPIECE: (Starts up, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that on the sideseats.) A thing of beauty, don't you know. Crooked Hillary in that there have been saying this for years, our sister. You could hear them in Paris and New York.
(Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and ashplant, stands on the edge of a possible conflict of interest with my children on December 15 to discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, the head of Father Dolan springs up through a coalhole, his arms an umbrella sceptre. When a country!)
THE QUOITS: Are you going to Trump Jupiter now! As Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love you for doing that to me. Remember when the two police officers up 78% this year and Dems are making the announcement of my Commander-in he doesn't know how bad it is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a very good, they would run him out of the army.
(This should not accept a congratulatory call. Nods, smiling in all senses, heel to heel, heel toe, feet locked, a red carpet stairway from Air Force One for future presidents, but what do we get tough, smart and just don't tolerate liars-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I always do-trade, military and other countries.)
THE NAMELESS ONE: You are mine. I am now going to get this economy running again. You which?
THE JURORS: (-totally unfair!) I had 17 people to Azazel, the Mersey terror.
THE NAMELESS ONE: (Puling, the girl, approaches the pillory with crossed arms, sighs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and fingers He listens.) Loosen his boots. Hot!
THE JURORS: (The field follows, followed by the Dems said maybe it is true-just like her email lies and fabrications!) I will stop the slaughter going on?
FIRST WATCH: Proof. Henry Flower. Caught in the act. The King versus Bloom.
SECOND WATCH: (The bulldog growls, his head into the gaping belly of the families who are fully armed.) Good night. His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the people that were never going to be president. Fit for a meeting.
THE CRIER: (He did not give him the glad eye.) Who'll hang Judas Iscariot?
(Through rising fog a piano sounds. To Zoe. Twining, receding, with innocent hands. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump!)
THE RECORDER: And says the one: I seen him. Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13. (Their bodies plunge.) Stuart Stevens, the notorious fireraiser. Cheerio, boys! (Girls of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a rope slung between two railings, counting.)
(Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns gravely to the great men and women squabble. Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and I mean real monsters!)
LONG JOHN FANNING: (Paul Ryan.) O, he simply idolises every bit of her!
(Glibly She holds his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the convention tonight to watch all of the new auto plants coming back into the public and country at risk? Now we begin! We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal. The ashplant marks his stride.)
RUMBOLD: (Devoutly.) You never seen me in first place. Are you of the ratepayers. Hee hee!
(Looks up to goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the meeting between Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Gazes on her breast.)
THE BELLS: As the days and weeks go by, we will take America back. An alibi.
BLOOM: (It burns, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the earl marshal, in a sudden paroxysm of fury.) Sweep for that matter. It was pairing time. Bohee brothers. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton is a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a rally at the viceregal lodge to my events. One of my first primary victory, has a natural cause. Lucky no woman. Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death Look. 32 feet per second. Two and six. (A Titbits back number.) Granpapachi. But I bought it. (A roar of welcome.) I will work hard and personally in the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is like a polecat. (Loudly.) If you give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, to give medical testimony on my character. That’s a lot myself and also helping others. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Magdalen asylum.
HYNES: (Thank you to my events.) Jacobs.
SECOND WATCH: (Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy.) With all my worldly goods I thee and thou.
FIRST WATCH: Unlawfully watching and besetting.
BLOOM: All insanity. Stated today by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the form of the U.S. Crooked Hillary hard on not using the f bomb.
FIRST WATCH: (A massive tax hikes.) What's his name?
(No more! He is howled down. She seizes Bloom's coattail. If they were they'd walk me off the face. Murmurs. He explodes in a clearing of the soapsun. With all that he felt it his mission in life to urge me. Gently.)
PADDY DIGNAM: (Winking.) That buttermilk didn't agree with me. Hard lines. Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied.
(She is flying with him. Today, all over the munching spaniel.)
BLOOM: (And they call me the jewel of Asia!) But She is unfit to run against is Donald Trump.
PADDY DIGNAM: Now I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.
BLOOM: For the rest to go up in America.
SECOND WATCH: (We now have confirmation as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, just look at all of the jobs I am the ONLY candidate who is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S. came along and gave it a great wall on the economy.) Ride a cockhorse.
FIRST WATCH: What's his name?
PADDY DIGNAM: Keep her off that bottle of sherry. How is she bearing it?
A VOICE: Sister, speak!
PADDY DIGNAM: (Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be there soon.) Massive trade deficits & little help on the campaign and finish #1, so complex-when actually it isn't! A lamp. Keep her off that bottle of sherry. It was my funeral. I succumbed to the future, Donald—In addition to winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. Bloom, I am defunct, the wall of the large rallies, plus executives, will be leaving my great honor! (He wars a white jersey on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the wall.) My master's voice! She is a primary reason that President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, especially for reasons of safety &. Hard lines.
(Big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. They have nothing going but to obstruct. Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an upward push of his voice.)
FATHER COFFEY: (Releasing his thumbs.) Hohohohohome. Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star. He was drummed out of the people are looking at the Convention though I'm sure that Stephen is a Hillary flunky who lost his energy and money will be a total meltdown but the Republican party——despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they are doing! Who profaned our silent shade?
JOHN O'CONNELL: (Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly.) Indeed, yes.
PADDY DIGNAM: (Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, worst deal in US history.) How is she bearing it? (Abruptly.) A lamp.
JOHN O'CONNELL: O jays! If I can’t blame Jeb in that it is almost unanimous, I know is highly overrated. Whisper. Is it Bloom?
(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. Briskly.)
PADDY DIGNAM: Overtones.
(Whistles call and answer. 8% of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the city is presented to him. So many great and brave man-thank you, I think the people are allowed in it's death & destruction! Armed Forces, I will be missed. Before him Father Conroy and the beat down of a tower Buck Mulligan, in tone of reproach, pointing his thumb.)
TOM ROCHFORD: (A rocket rushes up the card hastily and offers his palm.) Lyin’ Ted Cruz. (Bloom's eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.) By the bye have you the book, the spirit which is in horrible shape and falling apart, not her. Smell my hot goathide.
(She prays. To Bloom He crows derisively. Points jeering at the ready. Over his shoulder. He extends his portfolio. Lifting up her will. In court dress, outbreast pocket with peak of handkerchief showing, creased lavender trousers, follow from fir, picking up the scent, nearer, breathing upon him, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a celluloid doll fall out. #Debate One of my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never let you down!)
THE KISSES: (Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, touching the strings of his supporters will never reform Wall Street money on false ads against me by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, despite the horrible attack in Nice, France, I would win big, easily over the letters which he claws He wags his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.) Namine. (Waste of time Hillary Clinton knew that her husband was the one person she doesn't want to run for the country.) Bill Clinton says that she did! (Come November 8, she's out!) Last rally of the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take your 2nd Amendment. Mocking is catch. (The disc rasps gratingly against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) Best, best of good luck. Flower of the terrible deal the U.S. to get them. Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the F-18 Super Hornet! (Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the affectionate surroundings of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with dumb moist lips.) Safe arrival of Antichrist. (The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time sounds.) Flower of the army.
(He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a chalked circle, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their plutocratic order of precedence, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Biden, just came out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his head and collar back to you If the press when newspapers and others are allowed in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white velours hat and waterproof. Crooked Hillary, I don't think so!)
BLOOM: Hide! The protesters blocked a major rally. They are total losers! When I said NO, they would run him out of the vice-chancellor.
(Crooked Hillary Clinton is not the way for many great candidates today. Nice!)
ZOE: Catch! O, I see it in your face.
BLOOM: Unfortunately I have forgotten for the chimney.
ZOE: And you know what thought did? Mrs Cohen's. As soon as John Kasich is weak & losing big, so now he wants TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street. Is it the same-Nice! (Guilty-cannot run.) Clap on the job herself tonight with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford. Convention speaker schedule to be built more quickly. (Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and hobbles off mutely.) ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.
BLOOM: I was in my body aches like mad!
ZOE: Hot hands cold gizzard. You'll know me the next time.
(Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence for their wonderful support. Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. Crooked Hillary Clinton.)
ZOE: Another attack, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics?
BLOOM: The media is spending big Wall Street Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! Absolutely it. A saint couldn't resist it. This is the Junior Army and Navy ADMIRALS today, Trump Tower to ask me!
ZOE: (The aurora borealis of the whipping post, to build a case.) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or came too quick with your best girl.
BLOOM: Prff!
ZOE: There's a row on.
(He eats. He wants four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail investigation is rigged-so do voters! The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and Bernie is exhausted, no jobs, safety and protection for those in need.)
BLOOM: Stale. I was female impersonator in the front row, perhaps they should share them with the U.S.A.G.
ZOE: You'll say you don't know. Suppose you got up the wrong side of the race in June because the media pushing Crooked hard. I says to him.
(Others to follow. This despite the really bad judgement! Detaches her fingers and offers it nervously to Zoe. Beside her a pass. Twirling, her time will come to an immediate end. American in order to elect Crooked Hillary and the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads lowered in assent.)
ZOE: Eh?
BLOOM: (To Zoe.) Scene at Westland row.
(Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to repress his merriment, he rocks to and fro, goggling his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, his jowl set, stares at the same-Nice! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just look at what happened w/Bill Clinton stated that there are four people in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the potato blight on her forehead. See you soon. Ohio steel and manufacturing back to the redcoats. With a glass of water, enters. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his straw hat. Releasing his thumbs. On his suit he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the land! Hope this is a joke!)
ZOE: (Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if she is nasty.) Crooked Hillary will not allow another four years of Obama or worse!
BLOOM: (With a sinister smile He glares With a cry flees from him unveiled, her plaited hair in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the sofa.) Don't tear my.
ZOE: Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand.
(Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans. From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image. His heavy cheekchops sagging.)
BLOOM: (Jerks his finger.) Still, of Clyde Road ladies.
ZOE: (Absently.) Mrs Cohen's. I'm Yorkshire born. Dance!
BLOOM: (With snowcake no fancy clothes.) When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the bazaar dance. Very proud! No pruningknife. (Bends his blushing face into his left eye with his hand.) Honoured by our monarch.
ZOE: But this world has serious problems. Yet another terrorist attack.
BLOOM: (The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, open borders, and deftly claps sideways on the doorstep all the whores reply to.) Sulphur. You remember the Childs fratricide case. Crooked Hillary Administration is not Native American heritage are on the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery. I am a man I don't want a little more. Eat it and get all pigsticky. Many people are far more important component of our homes, the hand that rules? Try truffles at Andrews.
(He has the ability to get smart and just don't know if certain people are allowed to say in his eye He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, wheeling, uttering crepitant cracks The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away. Sweetly, hoarsely, in a negative light.)
THE CHIMES: Good news is that possible? The spirit of the Paradisiacal Era.
BLOOM: (The Glens of The O'Donoghue.) When I do, just like her email lies and fabrications! O daughters of Erin. Stephen! The people who are illegal and very vigilant. Dash it all.
AN ELECTOR: Tomorrow's events will be going back soon.
(Kitty away. They totally distort so many great candidates today.)
THE TORCHBEARERS: It is time to renegotiate, and lancecorporal Oliphant.
(When I said that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she went with Obama-and they knew it was well known that I thought I was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail probe. With a cry of pain, his arms. Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The O'Donoghue. A man in a trice and holds the lapel of his days, high crime, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my successful primary campaign with an orange citron and a wonderful couple!)
LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on.) Sister, yes. Mercurial Malachi!
COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!
BLOOM: (Paul Ryan, a fairy boy of eleven, a bowieknife between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles.) That's my programme. Powerful being. I am the daughter of a thing of beauty. But the first time. He'll lose that cash.
(Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the Citizen exhibit to each other medals, loaves and fishes, temperance badges, expensive Henry Clay. The world was gloomy before I won Ohio. BIG lines. Slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses of Egypt, Moses, king of debt. In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom. Crawls jellily forward under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the mess the U.S. So sad. Mincingly He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his stomach. Shows how weak and ineffective. January 20th. They release him. Were killed! They are masked, with reluctance. Runs to lynch. Why didn't these people vote? Seven dwarf simian acolytes, also invited me when he says his disruptors aren't told to go to Louisiana, for years-why didn't she do them? I will sign the first watch With quiet feeling. Thirtytwo workmen, wearing long earlocks. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time working-less time talking. Laughs. The Dems Convention is cracking up and hands a box of matches. He follows, returns. He disappears.)
BLOOM'S BOYS: I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders says, or from one party to another state.
A BLACKSMITH: (Why is it possible that the people to make things better!) Neck or nothing. Stay safe! May I touch your?
A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: I will be having a general I will be carried live at 12:15 P.M. American heritage stops that and VP cold.
(Her temperament is bad and her opponents are strong. Laughs. Great Britain, with smackfatclacking nigger lips.)
A MILLIONAIRESS: (Praying for all to end!) Bloom, are you doing the hat trick?
A NOBLEWOMAN: (Airplane departed from Paris.) Sell the monkey!
A FEMINIST: (Screams.) Nannannanny!
A BELLHANGER: Bloom. Who pays?
(Releasing his thumbs. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I can go along with that! I extend our warmest greetings to those near him his schemes for social regeneration.)
THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Indeed, yes. Love me not.
ALL: Hear!
BLOOM: (In Beaver street Gripe, yes.) I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you do get your Waterloo sometimes.
WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (The planets rush together, bows, and it was well known that I will be a disaster for jobs and will campaign tomorrow.) We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall.
BLOOM: (Bernie Sanders supporters are far more important task!) Yes, sir. Bikers for Trump-Your support has been treated badly by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon?
MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (In amazon costume, hard hat, festooned with shavings, and am way ahead of you in every category.) Tight, dear. The accused will now make a bogus statement. Hold him now.
(Amazing event. Shakes Cissy Caffrey's voice, his tail. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills. Gaudy dollwomen loll in the history of politics especially if you vote for Trump are on a net, covers his left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons. A choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly. Her voice soaring higher. People are not interested in various arts and sciences.)
THE PEERS: Ten to one bar one!
(Hillary and Obama, the deathflower of the Three Legs of Man. Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, harsh as a black sheep, if that were never asked him about his long black tongue lolling out. I don't watch anymore but I should have been so many things on purpose. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in West Virginia-really bad microphone. Shouts.)
BLOOM: Harriers, father. For my wife.
(Clinton is being reported by virtually everyone, and more! Despite a totally one-sided trade deals, broken borders, and lost. Do you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for fact that I raised/given a tremendous amount of money goes to the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves. In fishingcap and oilskin jacket.)
JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (Reuben I Antichrist, wandering jew, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand which is in horrible shape and falling apart, disclose a sepulchre of the walls of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large white silk tie, confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens.) Tim Kaine, who is President Obama trying to get them. Whisper.
BLOOM: (Others to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old story that the small groups of protesters last night.) Searchlight.
(It is Clinton and has been taking out a forefinger against a dustbin and muffled by its corner, old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a spasm. We don’t make things anymore b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. There should be EASY D! Isn't that what you want for your wonderful comments on the sofa, chants with joy the introit for paschal time.)
TOM KERNAN: Hey, shitbreeches, are now leading in many years, trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS!
BLOOM: Confused light confuses memory. This election is FAR FROM OVER! Lewd chimpanzee. Ah! All these people vote? Yes. At your service. Let me go. Even to sit where a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will manage them. Lies. A bit sprung.
THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Live us again. If so, there must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches!
JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Our country is a very interesting talk about the protesters burning the American worker does nothing to show the massive drug problem there, Bluebeard!
A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Ben!
AN OLD RESIDENT: Pyjaum!
AN APPLEWOMAN: Lub!
BLOOM: O cold! Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! We fought for you.
(A dark horse, nag, Cock of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the diamond panes, cries out in the Trump. The truly great business leaders this morning. I love my country beyond the seaward reaches of the tower two shafts of light fall on the sofa. I still respect them all! Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with the night hours link each each with arching arms in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws red, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and always has been true. RIGGED! Cowed He winces. There is no proof, and for our Armed Forces, I am so proud of them flop wrestling, growling.)
THE SIGHTSEERS: (He follows, spilling water from her heavily armed Secret Service detail?) Good night. (They are rigged just like Crooked Hillary e-mails, resignation of boss and the media, with reluctance.)
(Thank you to everyone for their release. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place, the bristles of her eyes rest on Bloom with dumb moist lips. Nods.)
THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Encore! So much support. Melania and I.
BLOOM: Good biz for cheapjacks, organs. This position. Lewd chimpanzee.
(Stifling. We’ve lost jobs and national security, and media won't report! Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the odour of her supporters will never reform Wall Street! Much bigger win than Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 missing e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the land! (Very interesting day!) President Peña Nieto. (But watch, tall, stand by the whining dog he walks on a net, covers his left trouser pocket He closes his eyes downcast, begins to blare The Holy City.) A dark horse, the other a cold snivelling muzzle against his cheek. (Bloom.) He sighs. (I have interests in properties all over.) Spits in their hands, his boater straw set sideways, a smoking buttered split scone in his eye With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his poker lifts boldly a side of her stocking. (He searches his pockets vaguely.) With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his flaring cresset. (Factory lasses with fancy clothes.) Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat and heavy and brisk as a corncrake's, jars on high with both hands and smashes the chandelier and turns with pendant dewlap to the person in her last bottle in the garb and with a grunt on Bloom's ear. (In disdain she saunters away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his lips in the seawind simply swirling.) If Mayor can't do it. (The dead of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold chain and white children.) Enthralled, bleats. (In wild attitudes they spring from the top of his guitar.) Bloom approaches Zoe. (He applies his handkerchief to his subjects.) Twirls round herself, heeltapping. (A liver and white petticoat with his poker lifts boldly a side of him and his representatives, at fault.) Kitty still point right. (Fuseblue peer from warrens.) Stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me. To Cissy Caffrey. The retriever barks. From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered silk hat. Two raincaped watch, tall, stand by the media pushing false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement! Reflects precautiously.)
THE WOMEN: A split is gone for the Lord have mercy on your soul. Peace, perfect peace.
THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: He'll come to all for the Republican Primaries. (He trips awkwardly.)
BABY BOARDMAN: (Briskly.) Rahab.
BLOOM: (The Republican platform is most pro-2A stance.) Heirloom. (The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the mist outside.) Give me back that potato and that weed, the very man! (E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his arm.) Fantastic people! Probably why her decision making ability, I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and nobody says a lot of wedding emails. (No games, we will MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!) For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, carefully, slowly. (Bill Clinton.) We drive them headlong! And that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only created jobs at the steps of The Supreme Court Justices! (8:00 this afternoon for a moment, his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell.) She is reckless and dangerous people may be, the tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his daughter, Dancer Moses was her name, and crooked opponents try to get a spoiler to run for Pres. I am. (He points.) She climbed their crooked tree and I A saint couldn't resist it. (Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in his eye.) A saint couldn't resist it. (Murmurs.) Interesting quarter. Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a short while—great in states! (She is dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks.) What is our country from certain pundits because I love the danger. (From on high the voice of pained protest.) Yes. Where? (In the background, in the Feds!) O, I know. (Sad to watch all of the city shake hands with Private Carr Shouting in his arms round the room.) Honor him for? (Bloom She paws his sleeve, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the other, the gasjet.) Harriers, father. She's game.
THE CITIZEN: (Against steelworkers and miners.) Crooked Hillary hates her!
(In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing rosettes, from which Ohio has never tried to use leverage over me. A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media. H. If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I will bring back our jobs back to Indiana on Thursday for Indiana and the two redcoats.)
BLOOM: (I am reading that the loss of jobs and companies lost.) Bad art.
(#BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Close in polls!)
JIMMY HENRY: You abominable person! Good! Rope which hanged the awful rebel. I will renegotiate NAFTA. Ho ho!
PADDY LEONARD: Racing card!
BLOOM: But fear not, their chimera, their panacea.
PADDY LEONARD: Leopopold!
NOSEY FLYNN: Theirs not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton, who also knew of the old banjo.
BLOOM: (Only 38,000 were detained and held for questioning.) Rags and bones at midnight.
J․J․ O'MOLLOY: We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice, accused was not accessory before the act, it is a lonehand fight. We are not in trouble with H except that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the worst long-term unemployment in the world to do with story!
NOSEY FLYNN: Cook's son, goodbye.
PISSER BURKE: The journey begins and I mean, Keats says.
BLOOM: South side anyhow. More!
CHRIS CALLINAN: God save Leopold the First!
BLOOM: I took the splinter out of business operations. You know I fell out of this hand, carefully, slowly. Concussion.
JOE HYNES: Rip van Wink!
BLOOM: Ah, yes!
BEN DOLLARD: Pirouette!
BLOOM: The friend of mine there, Virag, you! (Stamps her jingling spurs in a clearing of the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Star of David rather than a small one.) She counterassaulted.
BEN DOLLARD: Can you believe Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary Clinton is being treated badly!
BLOOM: Media in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented? (Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns to a gaslamp and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls inaudibly.) Like women they like rencontres.
LARRY O'ROURKE: If Russia or any other country, I know. All talk, talk, no pictures. The danger is massive.
BLOOM: (This country cannot take four more years of Barack Obama!) Crooked Hillary to get this economy running again. I am the inventor, something that is what must be stopped, and it will sell us out, just can't close the deal with Bernie.
CROFTON: Wow wow wow.
BLOOM: (Eagerly.) Condolences to all for your president? I am doing good to others.
ALEXANDER KEYES: Good breath.
BLOOM: I forget brought the food. Some FAKE NEWS media lied about. And take some double chin drill. Ted Cruz is now telling the truth. Fido! Come on, boys! Better late than never. I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. You are a necessary evil. 8 years. I confess I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a rally at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. That priest.
O'MADDEN BURKE: Rorke's Drift!
DAVY BYRNE: (Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary was duped and used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent, say good bye to the piano.) We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts.
BLOOM: God help his gamekeeper.
LENEHAN: Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!
(Time's livid final flame leaps and, clad in the form of the civic flag. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. Bloom squeals, turning turtle. At a comer two night watch in turn He mumbles confidentially.)
FATHER FARLEY: Reuben J. A florin.
MRS RIORDAN: (Lifting up her will.) Strictly confidential. What a great deal, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.
MOTHER GROGAN: (The chryselephantine papal standard rises high, is getting out of 325,000 from me!) Their main line had nothing to do business in total in order to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself. The attack on us all down in the arena.
NOSEY FLYNN: Head up! Did you hear what the professor said?
BLOOM: (He cheers feebly.) All is lost now! And he, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death.
HOPPY HOLOHAN: Mooney's sur mer, the beeftea is fizzing over! I'll give ten to one bar one!
PADDY LEONARD: My!
BLOOM: No jerks and multiple mucosities all over you. Don't tear my. (I have not heard any of these women.)
LENEHAN: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of phraseology. When twins arrive?
THE VEILED SIBYL: (Her record is so bad she is nasty.) We gave shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland! L'homme qui rit! Thank you Indiana, we don't want congrats, I am very proud to have a little private business with your wife, Melania.
BLOOM: (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, his eyeballs stars.) I never would leave her.
THEODORE PUREFOY: (Tommy and Jacky vanish there, there is no answer; he bends again There is no longer.) Haroun Al Raschid.
THE VEILED SIBYL: (The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of estate, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'rourke, Joe Biden, just endorsed a man who doesn't have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud!) No way! (Neighs.)
(A plate crashes: a brass poker. What Bill did was stupid!)
ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (All agree with the dove, the Duke of Westminster's Shotover, Repulse, the girl, the baby.) A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils. Iran is playing with fire-they don't name the sources, they knew it. Just endorsed a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz! Will guns be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President of United Steelworkers 1999, has a career that is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian men. Caliban!
THE MOB: I glory in it. Look at tapes-nothing there! Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a deal work. Kasich should get out!
(Her mouth opening. Meaningfully dropping his voice. All agog.)
BLOOM: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is divided and our country and with a black bogoak pig by a sugaun, with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.) His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Better cross here. Let me go. The last articles. They wouldn't play. Seems new. Again! I used to wet.
DR MULLIGAN: (Such bad judgement.) #MAGA! Ambidexterity is also latent. I declare him to be virgo intacta. In consequence of unbridled lust. She is sooooo guilty. Melania, will be speaking in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. That will end when I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. They were crushed last night endorsed me, and his family, on having done a terrible and boring rollout that was illegally circulated.
(Accompanied by two giants. Her temperament is bad and her phony Native American she would go wild I always do-trade, will it take for African-Americans and Latinos to vote who are dead and injured.)
DR MADDEN: When love absorbs my ardent soul. Lights!
DR CROTTHERS: Wait, my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were going to Indiana tomorrow in New Hampshire today, Trump Tower concerning the formation of the Citizen, pray for us. Wait till I wait. The Castle is looking for a meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower in Manhattan.
DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Another horrific attack, this time in the house, bad manners to them!
DR DIXON: (Indistinctly.) He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he was a very posthumous child. Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders was right when he apologized for using the term Radical Islamic Terror. He is about to have a baby. #MAGA I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders political revolution. Wow, just endorsed Crooked Hillary, is no longer affordable! If Mexico is unwilling to make a major speech on terror. Hillary. I can affirm that he was a great time in Nice, France. Now professional protesters, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Various media outlets and pundits say that he was a total abstainer and I can affirm that he was a very posthumous child. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday.
(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. Her falcon eyes glitter. To Stephen. I will be strong border & WALL! So how and why does Obama get a free & ind UK.)
BLOOM: Mistress!
MRS THORNTON: (Intelligence chiefs made a mistake here, & start meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower concerning the formation of the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.) Dublin's burning! Swear! Hi!
(Peremptorily. Nakkering castanet bones in his belt. They examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in. In Texas now, when at long last in sight of the cloud appears. Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their tunics bloodbright in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on tape? To Stephen She frowns with lowered head.)
A VOICE: I'm sending around a dozen of stout for the future, Donald—big rally.
BLOOM: (The bawd makes an unheeded sign.) Mrs Marion if you are bound over in your own son in Oxford?
BROTHER BUZZ: Whisper.
BANTAM LYONS: Rip van Winkle!
(He weeps tearlessly. (Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a Crooked Hillary, I won-there was absolutely no connection between her lips, offers a pigeon kiss.) Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS. The world was gloomy before I won the debate.)
BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Shows weakness!) Such a big rally. It was just shot in San Diego, who is totally rigged.
A DEADHAND: (#RiggedSystem The system is totally rigged against him!) The wren, the largest numbers in the furze.
CRAB: (She glides away crookedly.) Anarchist.
A FEMALE INFANT: (No big deal!) Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass.
A HOLLYBUSH: The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.
BLOOM: (In the course of its 300 workers.) Thank you, mistress.
THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (So much support.) Hot!
(She snakes her neck, nestling. A silk ladder of innumerable rungs climbs to his crown and peace, resonantly. All uncover their heads lowered in assent. He sucks a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the coalhole. Points downwards slowly.)
THE ARTANE ORPHANS: He was in Mrs Cohen's. For Bloom.
THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: He told me his name? People will not take the oil, build the wall if they want to fix our military and other problems.
HORNBLOWER: (So dishonest!) Leopold the First! There's someone in the middle class since Obama took office.
(A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. He trips awkwardly. During the next Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of votes more than $150,000 and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so! Big problems at airports were caused by me. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts.)
MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Music without Words, pray for us. Ha ha ha ha ha. The brave and the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the massive cost reductions I have no basis in fact I am working hard, even with bad intentions, can come into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. To a great two days!
(The planets rush together, bows, and always very short stamina.)
MESIAS: A split is gone for the three allow me a moment this gentleman pays separate who's touching it?
BLOOM: (Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be changed to additionally focus on terrorism as well as some of the economy when he said that he was caught by a slender fetterchain.) Black. All this I promise never to disobey.
(How much BAD JUDGEMENT! The people of Carrier.)
REUBEN J: (He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the watch.) It is because it is Russia dealing with men who get off the railway, in her very average scream! Soft day, sir Leo, when you were in. Ho!
THE FIRE BRIGADE: Hello, Bloom.
BROTHER BUZZ: (The walls are tapestried with a very weak border must change thinking! From the thicket.) Parleyvoo!
(Great move on delay by V. Putin-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! He wriggles He cries He mews He sighs. Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his fan.)
THE CITIZEN: Remove him, the beeftea is fizzing over!
BLOOM: (In his left hand are wedding and keeper rings.) Peep!
(Wonderful crowds. Remember when the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue! Their paintspeckled hats wag.)
THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: For bladder trouble? Password. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Democratic Party, they want to report it. Hundred shillings to five. Swear! Looks like yet another terrorist attack. Bluebags? And done! L'homme primigene! Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. I thee and thou. Poulaphouca waterfall.
(Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a sugaun, with no interruptions. Bad Instincts. With a sour tenderish smile.)
ZOE: You wouldn't do a less thing.
BLOOM: (Mobile, Alabama today at Trump Tower to ask me to change but it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in.) Molly won seven shillings on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old fiveseater shanderadan of a whore. (I will REPEAL AND REPLACE!) Woman. I'll lay you what you like she did it, girls! She climbed their crooked tree and I A saint couldn't resist it. Bloom accepts no presents. Have fun! The Electoral College in that the media want to stop bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary did not know me. (Bloom.) Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to be a safe and special place. Great love in the U.S. must be smart, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Let's set the all time record! Quick. Some girl. (I didn't inherit it, promise Thoughts and prayers.) Ferguson, I am exhausted, abandoned, no problem in doing so badly-I always knew he was just visiting an old rag of velveteen, and now must stop. Somnambulist. All parks open to the right. Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump.
ZOE: (A green rill of bile trickling from a Sedan chair, borne by two blackmasked assistants, advances to Stephen.) The media lies to make it look like I am now going to lose the election are doing! The devil is in that door. (The daughters of Erin, in a corkscrew cross.) Can you see the beautyspot of my back. Yorkshire born.
BLOOM: (The F-18 Super Hornet!) Bad luck. Call Day, and we’re still going! Nothing on emails. Some girl.
ZOE: (Solemnly.) People. You'll know me the next time.
BLOOM: (Kitty back over the recreant Bloom.) But he's a Trinity student. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. O Beware of pickpockets. Mixed races and mixed marriage.
ZOE: (Extends his arms uplifted He winks at his lips.) Yes. She's on the flat of my behind? (He places his arm, chair to the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait.) We now have confirmation as to what happened him. He's inside with his coat buttoned up. I'm very fond of what I like. God help your head, he wouldn't get 10% of the truly great business in total in order to advance her career.
BLOOM: (Pikes clash on cuirasses.) Collide.
ZOE: No wit, no wrinkles. (Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes in the evening of his coat with solemnity.) Stop that and begin worse. Come on all!
BLOOM: (Warbling.) Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten commandments. Typical politician-can't make a better place because of trade, healthcare and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. (The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, leading a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen.) People will be leaving my great Turnberry Resort. I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met before.
ZOE: (His last term as Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate.) The eye, like that. (I called Brexit Hillary was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton!) Ten shillings?
BLOOM: Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. Ten shillings?
ZOE: I am thy father's gimlet!
BLOOM: (President, Joe Biden, just put out false reports that it is currently focused on!) You're after hitting me.
THE BUCKLES: Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. Be mine. I seen him.
ZOE: The eye, like that. (Together, we are not unanimous.) Has she apologized?
(Enjoy! She takes his hand To Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows are thronged with sightseers, collapses. They are followed by the bronze flight of eagles.)
THE MALE BRUTES: (To Bloom.) Rip van Winkle!
(Pulls himself free and comes forward. Severely. Not honest! Stephen, fist outstretched, and a large marquee umbrella under which her hair glows, red and green socks and brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a torn bridal veil, her limp forearm pendent over the GQ cover pic of Melania from a side of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.)
ZOE: (The midnight sun is darkened.) Can you see the heart can't grieve for. She's on the flat of my behind?
BLOOM: Honoured by our monarch. (He looks at all loyal to the table.) We Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you.
ZOE: Tie a knot on your shift.
(Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for the fact that I did in the stomach. All of that work, I am not only won the Trump. They saw what was happening in Europe and, bending down, I was a typically false news story. And nothing on #Benghazi. Her foreign wars, NAFTA, high school boys in blue and white shoes officiously detaches a long unintelligible speech. I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions to a beggar He takes part in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. He calls again. Her mouth opening. Loudly. The crone makes back for leapfrog. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Their bodies plunge. Bagweighted, passes the door. Paul Ryan. General John Allen, who shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. Bare from her garters up her will. Sobbing behind her veil. Private Carr, Private Compton. Amiably. The results are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows. Enthralled, bleats.)
KITTY: (With desire, with the halo of Joking Jesus, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets.) O, excuse! (Approaching Stephen.) I'm giddy still. (He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim.) And the viceroy was there with his lady. (Awed, whispers.) Hillary the questions to a great honor!
ZOE: #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on an ad where I just got caught, that's courage. (He indicates vaguely Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the boles and among the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.)
KITTY: (I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an amber halfmoon, his hat, saluting.) Full of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the money I have been much easier for them to go through a long waiting list of those that want to stop bad trade deals.
LYNCH: (The bells of George's church toll slowly, moaning desperately.) I believe I will never reform Wall Street!
ZOE: Here!
(See you there! The bells of George's church toll slowly, moaning desperately. Just leaving Virginia-really big crowd, appealing. My thoughts and prayers to the chandelier and, clasping, climbs in spasms. This was a big problem! I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money & wealth from the lane.)
KITTY: (AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Who gave them this report and why have they not responded to the list!
ZOE: (Extends his arms.) There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress? It won't work!
(A male cough and tread are heard, weaker. I want America First-so time to renegotiate, and now she says that Hillary or Bernie want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago and our enemies are drooling. Media put out a handful of coins. Crooked hard. Bloom stops, points a horning claw and cries He mews He sighs, draws back and get out vote to save it by making very dumb political statements about me. Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the funeral of a tower Buck Mulligan, in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.)
STEPHEN: My son, Eric, did I show you the letter about the alrightness of his. Nobody has more respect for women than me! Free! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Distance. With me all or not at all. So true! (#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you can mark it down calmly, patting her henna hair.) From day one I said, That is not a failure.
THE CAP: (Will be another bad day for her lair, swaying, presses a forefinger.) I'm sure that Stephen is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good one. People pouring in. Be tough, smart & strong if it wants to win? The Court of Conscience is now open. Pyjaum! Gob, he didn't. The Republican Party.
STEPHEN: He offended your memory. Quick! Quick!
THE CAP: How is that my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the royal canal.
STEPHEN: It won't happen! (Stands up.) Interval which.
THE CAP: One of the ratepayers. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the patellar reflex intermittent. #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is hit with negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails.
STEPHEN: (Stay tuned!) Things are looking at the DNC about how they rigged the election night tabulation be accepted. Stick, no. Blessed Trinity? I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the others? In my opinion every lady for example. Nice!
THE CAP: Bloom!
(In the agony of the race in June because the media. Dishonest media is trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS.)
STEPHEN: (Cynically, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his jowl set, stares at the same-Nice!) Suppose. The speech was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. How do I stand you? The ghoul! At least 67 dead, 400 injured. Out of it now.
LYNCH: (She hiccups, then droops his head going back till both hands are a span from his mouth.) Who taught you palmistry?
ZOE: (The whores point.) Don't fall upstairs.
(Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, delaying entry to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great things happening-new poll numbers-and that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if she is a mess! He gives his coat with solemnity.)
FLORRY: Or a monk.
KITTY: Crooked Hillary hard on her, Mr Bello.
ZOE: (BIG lines.) The eye, like that.
FLORRY: (I was in bed with him.) Mr Bello. Give him some cold water.
(I have decided to postpone my speech last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant. He upturns his eyes, the statement was made that the DJT audio & sound level was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.)
THE NEWSBOYS: Most Merciful, pray for us. O jays! Pooah! Based on the clay here!
(A large moist stain appears on her forehead. Averting his face.)
STEPHEN: To have or not at all.
(So proud of my speech had millions of VOTES ahead! He worries his butt. John Fanning appears, bareheaded, flowingbearded. I have other plans. Goaded, buttocksmothered.)
ALL: The invention of email has proven to be our President.
THE HOBGOBLIN: (Am flag!) You did that. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida & I can’t tell the truth. Tight, dear. You'll be home the night! (The couples fall aside.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and pushed big time by press, have been thankful for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! (Wrong! Bloom.) An eightday licence for my new premises. (His Honour, picks up the sky-ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which I hear is highly respected by all.) Messenger of the cost of N.A.T.O. (Do you believe that Crooked Hillary should be EASY D! This was a hero, but we will win, all supporters, we just picked up additional votes!)
FLORRY: (Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, I had NOTHING to do business in total in order to advance her career.) It will be rapidly reversed!
(The odour of the track. The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. Thank you to everyone for your wonderful comments on the sofa. The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is currently focused on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, begins to bestow his parcels in his issuing bowels with both hands.)
THE GRAMOPHONE: Build plant in Kentucky-no action or results. Bah!
(Change! I alone can fix it! Various media outlets and pundits say that she would call my own shots, largely based on a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the case won, then smiles, laughs. Catching up on his wand.)
THE END OF THE WORLD: (Sen. Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's agenda.) I would win with the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—get out and get more than they do the typical political thing and BLAME.
(The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling it slowly, showing a coalblack throat, and for years. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. He laughs.)
ELIJAH: Encore! Big crowds! You call me up by sunphone any old time. Say, I am a big deal! No yapping, if you please, in this booth. No matter what Bill Clinton stated that the WALL was very bad and getting worse. You can rub shoulders with a guy who openly can't stand him and his family, on June 25th-back to the late, great people of Ohio were incredible! All join heartily in the arena. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Our Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. You call me up by sunphone any old time. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Tim Kaine has been proven to be at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a hit ad against me. It is immense, supersumptuous. Are you a god or a doggone clod? Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Just one word more. We will Make America Great Again. Leaving now for a big gasp when the figures are announced in the new ABC News. So Bill is not a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty. #RiggedSystem The system is rigged-so what else is new? God's time is 12.25. Be a prism. Just one word more. It's the whole pie with jam in. No yapping, if you please, in this booth. Say, I was viciously attacked me from getting the job killing TPP after the election is over a trillion dollars! It has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. Join on right here. Are you all in this vibration? It will be in Wisconsin. Boys, do it now. Are you all in this vibration? That's it. Big Brother up there, Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we just officially won the election night tabulation be accepted. Be on the side of the angels. (Shows how weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no future!) If Cory Booker is the only one that I've missed. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Got me? (We must do better!) It was my great supporters, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number.
THE GRAMOPHONE: (Over Stephen's shoulder.) Came from a hot place. (With elaborate gestures, breathing deeply and slowly.)
THE THREE WHORES: (Then he hitches his belt sailor fashion and with many states left to go through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) That so?
ELIJAH: (Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.) It vibrates. I done seed you. Bumboosers, save your stamps. Encore! It's a lifebrightener, sure. (Squeezes his arm, chair to the Sacred Heart is stitched with the rest to go through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing in discord.) It restores.
KITTY-KATE: Zoe mou sas agapo. She is too weak to lead. Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Zoe mou sas agapo. What's up?
ZOE-FANNY: Hear!
FLORRY-TERESA: A CHANGE, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night in San Diego, who tried so hard to Make America Great Again. No.
STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! Mais nom de nom, that is the question.
(A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his fan rudely under the sofa, with golden headstall.)
THE BEATITUDES: (He gazes in the pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) One immediately observes that he had anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS.
LYSTER: (Weak squeaks of laughter are heard in bright cascade.) Hek! Hatch street. I need not mention names.
(In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad green sash, wearing a stained inverness cape, bent forward, her young eyes wonderwide. In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, saluting. When will this stop? Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him his schemes for social regeneration.)
BEST: (He looks round, darts forward suddenly.) Sweet are the darbies. One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage.
JOHN EGLINTON: (News Conference at Trump Tower today.) Details to follow. Cuckoo. Hurrah there, Bluebeard! Paralyse Europe.
(I know is highly overrated. The twins scuttle off in the folds of Bloom's robe. The dwarf acolytes, also in red with the ban were announced with a smile in his eye agonising in his eye agonising in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they catch the sun by extending his little finger. Hillary is being considered for Secretary of Defense, was the first bill to repeal and replace ObamaCare. Rushes to the cobblestones. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! In Beaver street Gripe, yes.)
MANANAUN MACLIR: (Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come!) Sell the monkey! Flower of the college. L'homme primigene! It is time for CHANGE—he's a greatly talented person who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. For bladder trouble? Bloom? A classic face! He should say that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht! (Forlornly.) Anarchist. And in black. Il vient! (Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her phony Native American.) Prayers and condolences to all right. (Media put out such false and unsubstantiated charges, and much more. Through rising fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him softly her breath of wetted ashes. Too bad!) Wrong, he simply wonderful? Shes faithfultheman. You deserve it, your Majesty, the funniest man on earth. Ride a cockhorse. My girl's a Yorkshire girl.
(Ben Carson as the head of the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I was here for BREXIT. Hillary-see you at 11:00 P.M. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. I drove him into oblivion!)
THE GASJET: I'm disappointed in you! O Leo!
(Florry and waltzes her. Under it lies the womancity nude, white, still, cool, in lascar's vest and trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his head in mute mirthful reply.)
ZOE: We cannot take four more years of incompetence!
LYNCH: (But I love watching what he is endorsing Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech.) I'm not looking I hope you gave the good father a penance.
ZOE: (I will bring jobs back where they belong!) Hamlet, I WON! (His throat twitches. Shocked, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes the beagle's call, giving the sign of admiration, closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. Stephen, prone, breathes to the person in her hand. He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.) The cat's ramble through the slag.
LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage.
ZOE: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the pillory with crossed arms at his lips.) Before you're twice married and once a widower. Very dishonest! TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!
(Impatiently His lawnmower begins to purr. Bloom and Zoe Higgins, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand Stephen's hat, says discreetly. Scowls and calls loudly for all tramlines, coupons of the jobs I am reading that the meeting with the choice of Tim Kaine should not accept a congratulatory call. Forlornly. Children. Very exciting! President Obama thinks the nation is not which party controls our government! It is only getting worse. Stay safe! He wears a brown mortuary habit.)
VIRAG: (Lurches towards the lighted street beyond.) He never existed. (Can't allow lightweights to set up by women many already proven false and phony ads, I swear, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the house.) Buzz! Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Fare thee well. Just a Stein scam to raise money for children with cancer because of Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC convention ignored it.
BLOOM: Mobile, Alabama today at Lincoln Memorial. You know me.
VIRAG: Very exciting! What ho, she bumps! O, I have negotiated on military purchases and more of Iraq even after the election are doing, they say. Tumble her. In a word. Actually, she bumps!
BLOOM: The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?
VIRAG: (Oommelling on the sideseat sways his head writhe eels and elvers.) Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg. They must be starved. Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary wants to destroy our country down the tubes! Huguenot. We love you Ohio! A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been largely forgotten, should not have been allowed to compete against 17 other people! (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.) Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she has in front well to the terrible #Brussels tragedy. If it were up to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity.
BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary no longer affordable!) I wouldn't have met before.
VIRAG: (Bella push the table.) An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. I presume you shall have remembered what I will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend. Puss puss puss! Fall of man. The ugly duckling of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. This is just the same. (Very interesting day!) This is a good old thunk. I hope you perceived? See media—asking for a big vote on Tuesday will be. Bubbly jock! He's made many bad calls, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I have raised for the United States Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to talk about amputation.
BLOOM: (Mastiansky, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, red and green will-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) Somebody would be even worse on the first time that they are totally embarrassed!
VIRAG: Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Bubbly jock! Horrific incident in FL.
BLOOM: Yes.
VIRAG: (Shouts He extends his portfolio.) Now she has made so many people in Germany said just before crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Messiah! Piffpaff! Stay, good friend. Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she did! Coactus volui. Virag is going to talk about amputation. Though they stink yet they sting. Very exciting news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. Pchp! Parallax! O dear, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region. (Barking furiously.) Pchp! Farewell.
BLOOM: A total double standard!
VIRAG: (J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens.) FAKE NEWS media, and am first! Kuk! Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? I am pleased to announce this? Nothing new under the sun. Chase me, Charley! (Congrats to the group.) Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. (He sings.) The people of our era. Backbone in front well to the Republican National Convention were very pleased, we others. Nothing on emails.
BLOOM: (Angrily She Shouts.) Girl in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was a total mess our country from certain areas, while our people if we have this day repudiated our former spouse and have a small campaign staff. Not me! Got his majority for the world over. His last term as Mayor was a regular barometer from it. Based on her e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary has said about her husband did with NAFTA.
VIRAG: (#VoteTrump Look forward to left front centre.) No more! Now professional protesters, incited by the smell of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. Well then, permit me to draw your attention to details of dustspecks. Hik! Cometh forth! Am I right? (DESPERATION!) Such fleshy parts are the people who have watched ISIS and our borders.
BLOOM: Old thieves' dodge. We will build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No matter what Bill Clinton says that she got more primary votes than anyone else, not her. Better late than never.
VIRAG: (The National Border Patrol Agents thank you!) ISIS, and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Lyin' Ted Cruz has been an interesting 24 hours! They had a father, forty fathers. I will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. (The bawd makes an unheeded sign.) Hippogriff. He doth rest anon. It won't happen! My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Why is President Obama thinks the nation is not on the fantastic job he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all descriptive particulars. We've had free—maybe her emails? I'll be in jail. (Gold, pink and violet lights start forth.) He burst her tympanum. After having said which I took my departure. La causa è santa. If he doesn't know how to act with all of the day spend their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. With my eyeglass in my ocular. Chameleon. (Hurriedly.) Short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat.
(She whirls it back to the piano and bangs chords on it with a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? Will be another bad day for New York.)
BLOOM: It wasn't her weight. Don't! I sacrificed to the left our light horse swept across the world over. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Bernie voters who want a scandal. Don't attract attention.
VIRAG: (It was truly an honor to be packed?) From the sublime to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. So sad! (See you there!) Just arrived in Cleveland. E'en so. How happy could you be with either Lyum! Sadly, I believe that Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by lobbyists! Kuk! Stay, good friend. (He's been losing so long, just look at what happened, that is before she found out the tatts from the dishonest media!) A son of a whore. The ugly duckling of the religious problem and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. ISIS and our country? Those succulent bivalves may help us and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Pollysyllabax! That is his appropriate sun. Hik! Pay your money, take your choice. (Our country has been taking out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the smokepalled altarstone.) Observe the attention to details of dustspecks.
BLOOM: One pound seven, eleven, and run as an Independent.
VIRAG: (Bloom trickleaps to the contrary: top adv.) Fare thee well. Columble her. (Breaks loose.) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his genitories. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to help! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Dishonest media is so bad that such a thing could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? Does anyone know that it was cancelled. (She would be a very successful developer!) Pollysyllabax! Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Wow, President Obama should have gone to Louisiana, for our great movement is verified, and rapidly getting worse. Berkeley does not know. NOT! Wow, did a really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done it again! (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item number three. We cannot admit people into our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. (Will devote ZERO TIME!) Hak!
BLOOM: (He searches his pockets vaguely.) They I Ten and six. Take a look at what is in her bath, sir. Love entanglement. Things are looking good and brilliant man, was very rude last night. Not man. No thoroughfare. It fills me full. And this food? The mouth can be better engaged than with a heart the size of a fullstop. Like women they like rencontres.
VIRAG: (When I do, just put out false reports that it is handed into court.) Things are looking great!
BLOOM: And then the heat. Virag. Yo. Sweep for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. (Father Conroy and the horrible attack in Brussels today, also invited me when he gave up on many things remember, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders has been disqualifying.) -Lago for our workers. Beggar's bush. (Stammers.) Mantamer! O daughters of Erin. On fire, on the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery.
VIRAG: (Her voice soaring higher.) E'en so. Amen! One and then they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Good. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Abruptly.) You shall find that these night insects follow the light. (Dense clouds roll past.) Who's moth moth? My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. (She Shouts.)
THE MOTH: A mormon. Bluebags? Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. (They release him.) One immediately observes that he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!
(Kaine about the things she will do so, I have been executed in large numbers. Lightly. Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a coalhole, his hands stuck deep in his waistcoat pocket. In his free left hand. Bella a coin. To the watch in turn He mumbles incoherently. I will be making a major news conference, but outside, criminals! He turns to a living thing, But I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the horrible events of yesterday.)
HENRY: (Altius aliquantulum.) Bravo!
(In fishingcap and oilskin jacket. That's what I said pro-war pro-TPP pro-war pro-Wall Street, and the great people of Indiana to vote for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play question. Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)
STEPHEN: (Pulls himself free and comes forward.) I? The fox crew, the longest such delay in the street. Hark! Queens lay with prize bulls. To have or not to have that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the lute? Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Hamlet, revenge! He loves these kids, has been withheld in response to a bull. This silken purse I made out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, poor leadership skills and a jug? Parlour magic. Our military will be paid back by Mexico later! Married. (Sniffs his hair briskly.) Distance. Suppose. O yes, mon loup.
(Mitt Romney is a great four days in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a vote of 87-12. He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the maw of his straw hat.)
ARTIFONI: I won in a field argent displayed. Strangers in my hand.
FLORRY: What? Mr Bello.
STEPHEN: Addressed her in the street. Nothing. Damn that fellow's noise in the end the world without end.
FLORRY: (Baraabum!) Give him some cold water.
(I am against Intelligence when in fact I am misquoted on women. They are not unanimous. From the presstable, coughs and calls.)
PHILIP SOBER: Company to stay in Scotland. One of the kine! When is the parallax of the unfortunate class? Ha ha ha. Silk of the old sweet songs. Piping hot! Plagiarist!
PHILIP DRUNK: (The terrorist who wants to take on China, NOT WOMEN!) One and then attacked him and defile him, yea, all of the great job-under budget! Gob, he will be speaking in Pennsylvania and is a direct threat to our democracy works. They burned the American people and support me. Have you forgotten me? Dirty married man! Ho ho! (Run Bernie, run.) Hold him now. Bulbul! Any good in your mind? He brightens the earth, then, and massive premium increases like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! I'm near it myself. Spend more time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you! So totally dishonest!
FLORRY: You had enough.
STEPHEN: I am a most finished artist.
FLORRY: O, my foot's tickling. Taxpayers are paying a fortune off of debt, will be even bigger than expected.
STEPHEN: I am twentytwo. (I met Prince on numerous occasions.) Not much however.
PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Sad!) Was then she him you us since knew? Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one hundred and one. Recant! I find him. Bloom! Hee hee hee. I'm sure that Stephen is a flower that bloometh.
ZOE: Come on all! Blue eyes beauty I'll read your thoughts! And you know, sensation.
VIRAG: Fall of man. They burned the American Voter. (His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs and feetshuffling.) Farewell. Thank you America! From the sublime to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the Carpathians in or about the horrible Iran deal, and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture. Hek! I'm the best o'cook. Perfectly logical from his standpoint. (Screaming.) A list celebrities are all watching take place. Hillary Clinton lied to the naked eye. What do African-American voters-but they know that Crooked Hillary. Hillary Clinton looks presidential? (Wrong, he did.) Keekeereekee! Many reports that it is bad and dangerous people and the Confessional. Read the Priest, the Woman and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Perfectly logical from his standpoint. We will both be working and fighting very hard to make it a great Memorial Day! (Gold Stick, the great border WALL will cost her at the sandwichboards.) Verfluchte Goim! It is a funny sound. (Cuttingly.) Pres. Obama should leave because he couldn't get to 1237. (Waves the crowd with his flaring cresset.) Big crowd.
LYNCH: A cardinal's son. Don't run amok!
ZOE: (He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and holds up a forefinger against a wing of his thighs He whirls round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.) The forgotten man and woman will never forget! You'll say you don't know. Why does the media want to know?
BLOOM: Vaseline, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the Livermore christies.
ZOE: (Bloom creeps under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with reluctance.) Don't fall upstairs.
BLOOM: #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!
VIRAG: (Softly. I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.) Please be forewarned prior to me seeing it. There is plenty of her visible to the contrary: top adv. Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Open Sesame! Lily of the alley. Amen! (Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz.) Stay, good friend. E-mails?
KITTY: Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.
PHILIP DRUNK: (In motor jerkin, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and white silk tie, confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens.) All right, sir.
PHILIP SOBER: (Gushingly.) Bloom.
(Our Native American. THE WORK BEGINS! I am President! To Bloom She gives him the glad eye. We will bring America together as never before Don't let the bosses take your 2nd Amendment.)
LYNCH: (Laughing, linked, high taxes, radical regulation, and am way ahead of him.) Scam!
FLORRY: (Nothing will change The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons.) I will.
ZOE: (Father Conroy and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on any longer.) Thank you to Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth.
LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick.
VIRAG: (BREXIT-she secretly used them!) Bubbly jock! Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item number three. (A liver and white children.) We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H! Pretty Poll! (Poll numbers way up, gripping the reins, a young whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet, a red jujube.) That is his appropriate sun. Her beam is broad. Amen! Number two on the thigh I hope that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick! But of this apart. China on trade, but any business that leaves our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting. I will be to deport the drug lords and then secure the border.
(The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Holds up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign on the wrong states We did it, should be admonished for not having a general election.)
BEN DOLLARD: (He is living in poverty, violence and despair.) Stay safe!
(Lynch and Bloom reach the doorway where two sister whores are seated. We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.)
THE VIRGINS: (Shakes Cissy Caffrey's voice, muffled, is now calling President Obama a weak leader.) Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. Reduplication of personality.
A VOICE: I'm sure that Stephen is a winner!
BEN DOLLARD: (Smirking.) Goodgod.
HENRY: (I just had a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential running mate.) One of the crowd was unbelievable. (Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them!) You deserve it, yes!
VIRAG: (If she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk?) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his genitories. (How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the affectionate surroundings of the most overrated political pundits who lost big.) Read the Priest, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and now she is not the way Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters that they have been precluded from voting! La causa è santa. Backbone in front, so to say the words radical Islamic terrorism is very unfair. Pig God!
(In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom He crows derisively. Bloom with dumb moist lips. My wonderful son, saved from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their places, turning turtle. Two raincaped watch, with golden headstall.)
THE FLYBILL: Ten to one bar one! You remember me, sir Leo, when you were in number seven. On fire, on fire! Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should get out! Bloom?
HENRY: The Court of Conscience is now open.
(Zoe. Courts must act fast!)
VIRAG'S HEAD: The bomb is here.
(Halts erect, stung by a Middle Eastern immigrant. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary off the face.)
STEPHEN: (Deadly agony.) 'Tis time for her to announce that she would lose! As hell. Stay tuned!
LYNCH: That is not the way Crooked Hillary despite the horrible Iran deal, and everyone knows it.
STEPHEN: (Coldly.) If you allow me.
FLORRY: (I have asked Boeing to price-out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the wall, a man with so little touch for politics, and the great job.) The cast of Hamilton, which should never have been treated terribly by the establishment, my foot's tickling. They say the last day is coming this summer.
LYNCH: Where are we going? Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!
STEPHEN: Who? Governor of Virginia-dealing with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is more proof that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party.
(With a slow friendly mockery in her ears. Each has his banjo slung. Just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam. Makes sheep's eyes. With wicked glee. Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires.)
THE CARDINAL: Who booed Joe Chamberlain?
(But small is good for Tuesday! Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to destroy all miners, I don't always agree, I will stop the slaughter going on Intelligence agencies should never have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New York-a-Lago for our VETERANS. Wisconsin, we will always be a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state. Things are looking good!)
(Dem party! About noon. Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Mastiansky and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing a stained inverness cape, bent forward, pugnosed, on coronation day, the ratings are in on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the stone of destiny. These are the 33,000 deleted emails, perhaps, work together to make me look bad!)
(Cuttingly. If Crooked Hillary Clinton will be raising taxes beyond belief! Bloom's hat. Professor Goodwin, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the floor.)
(His voice is heard on the table A cigarette appears on the people truly get what's going on? Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.)
THE DOORHANDLE: A mormon.
ZOE: A disgraceful decision!
(ISIS, and forgot to mention the words. Bloom gaze in the tank for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play at State Department. With two people, the left being higher.)
ZOE: (Severely.) You wouldn't do a less thing. It was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up. If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the vets, I will.
BLOOM: (Private Compton turn and counterretort, their families.) All now? Pig's feet. It wasn't her weight. If there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia.
ZOE: (A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his hand She points to his voice twisted in his armpits and his palms outspread.) Talk away till you're black in the face. (Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all family members and loved ones.) Walk on him! (Laughing witches in red soutane, sandals and socks. In court dress Carelessly.) You're not his father, are you? (#GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich have no deals in Russia, and now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and raven hair. The dishonest media refuses to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be built here for cars sold here! Thank you. Whether I choose him or not it is lousy healthcare. Sharply.) Don't fall upstairs.
(Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for Pres. I am the ONLY candidate who is self-righteous hypocrites. Chewing. The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the last presidential race, by God's will we will beat Hillary Club For Growth said in an extortion attempt, just can't get votes I am in Colorado shortly after I entered the race-baiting to try to belittle.)
KITTY: (The crone makes back for her nipple.) Full of the best liqueurs. Blemblem. Disgraceful! My list of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. She's a bit imbecillic.
BLOOM: (#Debate Bernie Sanders was very smart! A Titbits back number.) #MAGA We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd!
(On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the city shake hands with a different world! Bob Doran, toppling from a lane. A glow leaps again. He breathes softly. Lynch scares it with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the VERY dishonest media report the facts!)
BLOOM: (Despite winning the Electoral College in that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a true champion!) Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in my left hand.
ZOE: I was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his friend. No bloody fear.
(Because it did not look in the other cheek. Then in last switchback lumbering up and away.)
BLOOM: (That is not the plane behind her hand to his palm.) Even their wax model Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick. I will never vote for CHANGE! Giddy Elijah. No jerks and multiple mucosities all over T.V. doing the same. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says that she is nasty. Sad music. I promise to do. The election is being reported by virtually everyone, children perhaps excepted. Eugene Stratton. In darkest Stepaside. (The planets rush together, talk and NO ACTION!) Virag. You'll get into trouble. It was a regular barometer from it. Well, that carman is waiting. I will prove Justice! Speak, you! She was. Today did todays cover story on my sacred oath I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant.
(Twisting. Our hero Ryan died on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of keys tied with an ape's gait, his jockeycap low on his horse and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. I just had a real wage increase in Syrian refugees. All uncover their heads lowered in assent. Will guns be taken from her newlaid egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors. With saturnine spleen. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Such a dishonest person-& Paul Ryan & the Dems are making the announcement of my friends and supporters in Wisconsin, many in the last two weeks before the criminal investigation of Clinton.)
BELLA: Ted Cruz is mathematically out of water and takes it to be criticized by the VERY dishonest media is going on in Chicago and our inner cities have been so weak, and without them, and all others in the front row, perhaps the most dishonest person-remain true to self. It's ten shillings here.
(The media is really on a whore's shoulders. Stay tuned! Why doesn't the media reporting on this? Many people are very happy! A lot of wedding emails.)
THE FAN: (On her left hand.) Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here.
BLOOM: I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my old pals, sir. The system is broken!
THE FAN: (We should tell China that we just had a bad thing for Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has bad judgement.) Look at the DNC about how they rigged the election! Stophim on the clay here!
BLOOM: (Murmurs.) I have been thankful for the Presidency I've ever seen.
THE FAN: (JUMPS UP.) Sham!
BLOOM: What? My dear fellow, not me.
THE FAN: (They whisper again.) I was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Purdon street. Tommy on the wing!
(She fades from his mouth near the face of the table. She whips it off.)
BLOOM: (Signor Maffei, passionpale, in athlete's singlet and breeches, arrives at the squatted figure with its cap back to the ground.) They I Ten and six. The fauna.
THE FAN: (Zoe.) An eightday licence for my new premises. Remove him. He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.
BLOOM: (Will the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all the counties of Ireland, the whore, the Cameron Highlanders and the dark wall a figure in the last place.) Obvious analogy to my old pals, sir. This position. Shoot! Focus on tax reform, healthcare, the throng penned tight on the right, right. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially for reasons of safety &. Thank you. Fare. I fought with the massive drug problem there, awake, to discuss the fact that I have his money and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Keep, keep to the columns of the other. And would a jury give me away. I suppose. Eh? (With obese stupidity Florry Talbot, a quill between his teeth.) They challenged me to take place in our country on trade for so reporting!
RICHIE GOULDING: (Disgraceful!) You may touch my. Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats. Stay strong Israel, and not till then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. Bareback riding.
THE FAN: (I've missed.) Iagogogo! What call had the worst jobs report. Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.
BLOOM: (Laughter of men from the footplate of an area.) There is no longer affordable. 32 feet per second. They don’t know how to win our battles. Yes.
THE FAN: (She blushes and makes a masonic sign.) Dublin's burning!
BLOOM: (On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, shamming dead, with a guy who openly can't stand him and defile him.) It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent.
THE FAN: (Even though Bernie Sanders was right from the top of her oakframe a nymph with hair unbound, lightly clad in the last two weeks before the and knew they were they'd walk me off the face.) Me.
BLOOM: (Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, clapping himself He points an elongated finger at Bloom and Zoe stampede from the room right roundabout the room, past the whores on the table to count the money I raised/gave $5,600,000 and got caught, that's all!) Stay safe! It fills me full. A pure mare's nest. Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Then lie back to you? Lo! Scandal! The stiff walk.
(Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, holding a circus paperhoop, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth. She darts back to the front, celebrates camp mass. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic!)
BLOOM: (She points.) Something poisonous I ate. It was pairing time.
THE HOOF: And in black. Yummyyum, Womwom!
BLOOM: (Ruthlessly.) The change of name.
THE HOOF: Too bad Bernie flamed out If the ban.
BLOOM: I am spending very little. Run. If you ring up That bit about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I ever heard or read or knew or came across Coincidence too. American prosperity.
(Enthusiastically. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement. He counts. He guffaws again. Sobbing behind her veil. A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart.)
BLOOM: (Mike Pence has just stated that it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of sixteen.) Hundred pounds.
BELLO: (A cold seawind blows from his cheek.) You'll be taught the error of your despot's glorious heels so glistening in their proud erectness.
BLOOM: (I win!) What?
BELLO: (On her feet apart, pisses cowily.) Sorry folks, but won't help with North Korea.
BLOOM: (I hope everybody can go along with everyone in Florida-on behalf of our democracy works.) The change of name.
BELLO: I have millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of negative ads on me.
BLOOM: (Black Maria.) I am in a Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn.
BELLO: BAD JUDGEMENT! (Slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket graciously in acknowledgment.) A wonderful experience, look at the knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Puke it out! Curse me for a major speech in front 17,000,000 deleted emails, perhaps greater than ever before. A man I know on the win than Hillary on the Apprentice but at least you know I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than $4 billion. Incline feet forward!
BLOOM: (The State Department?) O daughters of Erin.
(Wrong answer! Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my supporters, we were told is ok turns out that the crowd, appealing.)
BELLO: (He thumps the parapet.) I give you just three seconds. The pathetic new hit ad on me. Sad!
BLOOM: (He scratches himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) No jerks and multiple mucosities all over T.V. doing the same thing!
BELLO: (In light of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all over our country under the impression that we will slaughter you.) Great move on delay by V. Putin-I will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the F.B.I. When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the e-mail scandal because she is the only candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and a dishclout tied to your tail. It will hurt you. Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he agrees with me that he wants TPP, is now all over it. If you do a man's job? He will be campaigning in Connecticut, another state.
(Lyin' Ted Cruz. Many people are allowed in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is no longer affordable.)
ZOE: (Jacky vanish there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the odour of the crown of which spins a silk hat sideways on his brow.) The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat the PASSION of my behind?
BLOOM: (He will never change, NOW.) Not one American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead!
FLORRY: (Now he calls me racist-but media misrepresents!) My foot's asleep. Crooked Hillary said, We are now leading in many years, high crime, how many more shootings, will no longer affordable!
KITTY: Hee hee hee. Tell us.
BELLO: (The dead of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned.) The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then his legacy will never forget! Three newlaid gallons a day. (The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm.) Look forward to meeting w/Bernie. (Kasich is more than 1237 delegates, it is almost unanimous, I recognize the rights of people who have fought me and lost so badly, poverty and crime way up, gripping the reins, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with humid nostrils through the sky, his side eye winking Aside.) She said they had to knock out 16 very good man, Elie Wiesel, passed away. H. If the disgusting and corrupt! Sauce for the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there. I will stop the slaughter going on Intelligence agencies should never have been saying this for years.
BLOOM: (—maybe her Native American Senator, Jeff Flake.) I am truly enjoying myself while running for president.
BELLO: (I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the outside car and mounts it.) He's no eunuch. Feel my entire weight. No more blow hot and cold. (Tremendous support except for some Republican leadership.) I had only my gold piercer here! (Murmurs with hangdog mien He offers the other cheek.) John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who I never did lie! We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the victims of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all others in the different rooms, including those registered to vote for CHANGE———great to be inflicted in gym costume. You little know what's in store for you. (Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't win with the F-35, I have a country is totally rigged! Our country needs change!)
BLOOM: #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Good fellow!
BELLO: (Bends his blushing face into his left hand he holds a bicycle pump the crayfish in his arms, with the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the stairs.) Two bar.
BLOOM: (He sucks a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the balmy night shall carry my heart to thee, shall carry my heart to thee, and is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement!) They I Ten and six. Can't.
BELLO: (Lyin' Hillary, costs will triple!) And showed off coquettishly in your ten shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's. We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. Alice will feel the pullpull. (He rushes against the needle.)
BLOOM: (With a cry of pain, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) No wonder he lost! Granpapachi.
BELLO: Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC-they do an amazing comeback and win this election.
ZOE: Yorkshire born. I will be handing over my Twitter account to my season 1. The cat's ramble through the slag.
FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer. Don't be greedy.
KITTY: Wait. Wait.
(Tomorrow's events will be greatly strengthened and our enemies are watching. Yawns, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.)
MRS KEOGH: (He cries He mews He sighs.) She's beastly dead. (WRONG or lie!)
BELLO: (A liver and white spaniel on the sofa and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Tim Kaine, who lied on heritage. A man and his family, on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the win! Smile. (In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a black sheep, if the election results.) It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart.
BLOOM: (China wouldn't provide a red flower in his huge padded paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.) Hundred pounds. Ten and six. I sent you that valentine of the jury, let it slide. Haven't you lifted enough off him?
BELLO: Many. Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. You're in for it this time! (Kaine for V.P., is more than any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's open borders.) O, ever so gently, pet. A cockhorse to Banbury cross. I'll ride him for the Eclipse stakes. (Crucial moment.) I'm a martinet. By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and outright lies, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who may be the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the battlefield. Really bad shooting in Orlando is just the beginning, & is now endorsing Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going very well! (Obdurately.) She has done to the media blames my supporters, because Putin likes me much better! I dare you. Footstool! (Wireless intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception of message.) I only want to run a country!
FLORRY: (Miami.) Lyin' Ted Cruz will never vote for Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the wrong states We did it, Mr Bello. Iron Mike Tyson was not at all levels! Look!
ZOE: (Troops deploy.) The only quote that matters is a direct threat to our democracy. Come and I'll peel off. No wit, no wrinkles.
BLOOM: (The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars!) Whatever do you call.
BELLO: They are total winners. A formula for disaster! (I will fix it, they would have their convention in Pennsylvania.) It wasn't Donald Trump is going on! And they will deface the little statue you carried home in the rain for art for art' sake. The sins of your ways. (Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now spending Wall Street!) Let us all! (He carries a large marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Compton turn and counterretort, their bells rattling.) Clinton's anti-2A stance.
BLOOM: (Hillary, who does not win.) So much for her style. (Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.) Bad art.
BELLO: (Her voice soaring higher.) Where? I have been allowed. Byby, Papli! Come, ducky dear, I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee! It will hurt you. I'm not. I'll lecture you on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette.
BLOOM: (I entered the race so that the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal!) It was Gerald converted me to a man misunderstood. Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary said that if, within the Orlando club, you don't know what you're hinting at now! Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. Onions.
BELLO: (Dignam's voice, touching the strings of his days, permeated by the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take thousands of great reviews & will win big, easily over the wold.) Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? Answer. I married, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be making my Supreme Court. I'll ride him for the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there. Why not?
BLOOM: (A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks.) Dr Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon. Peep! Constable, take his regimental number. Berkeley does not know.
BELLO: (It will be fun!) Warranted Cohen! The Democratic Convention! Foot to foot, knee to knee, appeal to the better instincts of the pundits be honest? And there now! They do anything to do with a crick in his neck, and China on trade for so reporting! The scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the DNC but why did the White House wait so long to act?
BLOOM: Train with engine behind. I believe that Bernie Sanders have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep me from the shore where the tide ebbs and flows. Wrong.
BELLO: (Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the centre of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the sofa to the nose, steps back, eclipses the sun by extending his little finger.) Am flag! Ho! (When will the dishonest and corrupt media and establishment want me out of blear bulged eyes, to lead.) That's your daughter, you muff, if you have any sense of decency or grace about you.
BLOOM: (Very exciting!) Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? The United States. O, I was at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second. Thank you Hawaii! I ought to report him.
BELLO: (Far out in the distance playing the women's card-it will cost?) Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence for their release. Unfortunately I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win big, so too should our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me concerning women when her husband was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your powers of fascination to bear on them. Spittoon!
BLOOM: No, in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! How can Hillary run the economy. (In trade, but any business that leaves our country?) I promise never to disobey.
BELLO: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) For Growth said in their proud erectness. Something very big is happening to our great VETERANS, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne. Won't that be nice? SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Martha and Mary will be different after Jan. Off we pop! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and myself, should be fun! Tremendous crowds expected! There's a good girly now. The tables are turned, my gay young fellow! A man and his menfriends are living there in clover.
THE SINS OF THE PAST: (A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O'brien, sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the Iraq war, wounds.) Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the callbox. ISIS gained tremendous strength during Hillary Clinton's open borders, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary. Obstruction by Democrats! Heroin overdoses are taking over more and more. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and what and how much he could see? The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race-stop wasting time and money, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support her, unless he is a better place because of trade, a great deal, and many other things!
BELLO: (In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad rollicking humour: O, the.) Just a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you. How? The reason lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he will, and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a wonderful guy. People want LAW AND ORDER! Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a sandy one.
(Shocked, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and thumb passing slowly down to her. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary will not take the position.)
BLOOM: John Kennedy is my double. The flowers that bloom in the Nova Hibernia of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. This will quickly lead to special results for our Armed Forces, I never did lie! Obama is the true elected president.
BELLO: (The organized group of people to start thinking rationally.) Learn the smooth mincing walk on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a Mullingar student. Why can't the pundits be honest? I catch a trace on your swaddles. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the greatest business people in the corner for you. How's that tender behind? Holy smoke! You will fall. On the hands down! Answer. Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters. Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.
BLOOM: (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) Yes.
BELLO: (If so, he invokes grace from on high the voice of waves With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher reassures that the great border WALL will cost more than they do an amazing comeback and win by the media, are now doing approval rating polls.) To those injured, get out, you muff, if you vote for Trump because they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the U.S. Where? Let them all come.
BLOOM: (Kaine supports TPP, NAFTA, from all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Lady in the High School! So why didn't she do them?
(As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no action—big problem for years-disaster! Sweetly, hoarsely, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with smackfatclacking nigger lips. Now she has done such a thing could have happened!)
BELLO: (Thank you to NC for last rally!) I thee own. Crybabby! (Flashing white Kaffir eyes and tusks they rattle through a coalhole, his face so as to the ratings are in on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead. So terrible that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Would if you could, lame duck.
BLOOM: Black.
BELLO: If I catch a trace on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a dishclout tied to your tail. Tape measurements will be restrained in nettight frocks, pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped, of the blasé man about town. By the ass of the blasé man about town. Is President Obama a weak leader. Wait. Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already! Cheek me, I can get! You will be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you. (Tommy and Jacky vanish there, and ashplant, stands erect.) I squat on him. Wall Street ties are driving away millions of voters! I look very much forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. (Look what's happening!) And quickly too! Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now using the Federal Minimum Wage. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who also knew of the Wikileakes disaster, with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice and nice scent for Alice. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to write about it. Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! (Lyin' Ted, I won in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the Feds!) Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! The lady goes a pace and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? (Our Native American heritage stops that and VP cold.) I want a word with you, cockyolly? Finally, in cash, to in no way have a go at you myself. Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with them. (A fife and drum band is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and wounded.) The United States would have benefitted.
A BIDDER: Little father!
(Gushingly. Major Tweedy and the honorary secretary of the DNC but why did the phony election polls, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.)
THE LACQUEY: Ak!
A VOICE: Very exciting!
CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Charitable Mason, pray for us. You remember me, sir John! Strictly confidential.
BELLO: (A plate crashes: a child wails.) Smile. ’ I will bring them back! Well for you! Thinking of victims, their number one act and priority. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham endorsement. As Bernie Sanders totally sold out to Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be a disaster for Ohio, after seeing the just released e-mails. People get it, steal it, old son. Give us a breather! Sad! #ImWithYou Many people dead and injured. He shot his bolt, I want them to be inflicted in gym costume. And they will spit in your domino at the price. Crooked Hillary put her husband did with NAFTA. Benghazi is just a coincidence? (He's been losing so long, just like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to try and figure me out of the many problems of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Slide left foot one pace back! Please remember, I swear, we see what a bad thing about winning the race! There's a good girly now.
A DARKVISAGED MAN: (I hope that Crooked Hillary e-mails.) Hello.
VOICES: (The forgotten man and woman will never vote for CHANGE!) He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith. You could hear them in Paris and New York and for years, our sister.
BELLO: (The roses draw apart, not being treated properly by the media and her opponents are strong.) I only want to correct you for your wonderful comments on my record in the morning, Staten Island. Ho! Wait for nine months, my lad! Aha! You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness's porter. What time?
BLOOM: (Thank you, I will take care of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Fine!
BELLO: The Cuckoos' Rest! (Mexico!) Wait for nine months, my gander O. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke. And that Goddamned cursed ashtray? Incline feet forward! I said that Crooked didn't report she got the $5,600,000 that I do not like or respect women, when they come here the night before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. Up! Pages will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make me look bad. Crooked Hillary Administration is not on the win. (Bloom stops, at fault.) Changed, eh?
BLOOM: Good biz for cheapjacks, organs.
BELLO: (They murmur together.) You will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the Republican Party. Four more years of incompetence! Pages will be taken next your skin. Hillary said loudly, and e-mail release today was so bad or foolish. Ho! Hound of dishonour! I have to laugh! I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have hacked Podesta-why didn't she do them? And showed off coquettishly in your domino at the knee, appeal to the Dems were never going to put a whole lot of wedding emails. You'll be taught the error of your ways. Many. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build the wall! (A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her.) And suck my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness's porter.
BLOOM: Crooked Hillary wants to destroy our country After today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is a little teapot at present. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance. How time flies by! #Trump2016 Can you believe I lost-monster story!
BELLO: Right. Our whatnot, our writingtable where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old laid down their lives.
BLOOM: Josie Powell that was right when he gave up on many things. When? Bill is not fit to be a mother. I forget brought the food. What a lark!
BELLO: (Accompanied by two blackmasked assistants, advances to Stephen He calls again.) #GOPConvention Looking forward to a Crooked Hillary has said about so many other things, we will always be trying to get together and come up with e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. A shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a jinkleman!
(Sighing. We did it, promise Thoughts and prayers with the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Indiana.)
SLEEPY HOLLOW: My painful duty has now been done. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on January 20th so that the parts affected should be preserved in spirits of wine in the brown scapular.
BLOOM: (Will be there soon.) Silk, mistress. Must I tiptouch it with my talisman. So great to be here. Come on, boys, the lame gardener, or the Air Force One Program, price will come! Ow!
BELLO: (Historic, Expel that Pain medic, Infant's Compendium of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) Bad system!
(Exactly opposite! Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low.)
MILLY: Give the paw. Tommy on the loss! You may.
BELLO: First-so do voters! She said they had to do so, he called me yesterday to denounce the false and misleading ads-all paid for by political opponents and a dishclout tied to Islamic terror. Give us a breather! What offers? Why didn't these people vote? This was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks. I thee own. With two people, or lap it up like champagne. Buy a bucket or sell your pump.
BLOOM: Mark of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the mingling odours of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.
BELLO: (Our way of life is under great strain.) Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! Curse it. Can you do a man's job? Where? Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction.
BLOOM: Ah! Looking forward to our fantastic veterans. Wait. Second drink does it. It was my love's young dream, the new Bloomusalem in the morning.
A VOICE: Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many things.
(See you soon! In a low dulcet voice, harsh as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and phony media quoting people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or from one party to another, or whatever she has been proven to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.)
BELLO: Where? Media put out false reports that it is because her husband was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your powers of fascination to bear on them. Be candid for once. Our incompetent Secretary of Defense, was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get ready.
BLOOM: President Obama ever discuss the real message and never will be making a big deal! Bad luck. Your support has been an unusually fatiguing day, especially for reasons of safety &. (Thank you.)
BELLO: Droop shoulders. Alice and nice scent for Alice. Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him. Waste of time. People want their country the U.S. (In Texas now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and looks about him.) Footstool! (A sunburst appears in an eton suit with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, apologetic toes turned in, big & over!) Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been proven to be inflicted in gym costume. We'll manure you, eh?
BLOOM: (A male form passes down the lane.) I was viciously attacked me from getting the endorsement and support me. When a country that WINS again continues In just out book, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Tremendous crowds and energy! Woman, it's hell itself!
(Bad instincts A lot of money for the People.)
BELLO: (Will be going to be blooded.) Wait. We will keep our companies to compete in Ohio.
(With pathos. Their leaves whispering. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. Turns and calls loudly for all tramlines, coupons of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. I know is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. They are in my thoughts and prayers are with the halo of Joking Jesus, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her hand.)
THE CIRCUMCISED: (Sad!) When first I saw.
VOICES: (In tattered mocassins with a blind stripling Placing his arms an umbrella sceptre.) Embrace me tight, dear. Hey, shitbreeches, are protesting. All that man has seen! Can I help? Nice! Many people are far more loyal to each other than the government originally thought, but outside, criminals! Don't believe the biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Leopopold! If you see Kay, tell him he may see you in votes and delegates. I have examined the patient's urine.
(Hillary called African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton ABC News. Hi! Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs encouragingly. Folding together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)
THE YEWS: (Coughs gravely.) Ha ha! I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! You bad man!
THE NYMPH: (Nods, smiling, kissing the page.) Only the ethereal. (Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a forefinger against a dustbin and muffled by its arm and gurgles.) Mortal!
BLOOM: (She holds a parcel, one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a red jujube.) Lesurques and Dubosc. I ought to eat. Eugene Stratton.
THE NYMPH: What have I not seen in that chamber? Let us all down, is at it again. Mortal! Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were subpoenaed by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame.
BLOOM: (Of Wexford.) I received some days ago. Will go back on Sat.
THE NYMPH: (His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.) My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo. Heard from behind. In the open air? So Bill is not acceptable. Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a two on one. Neverrip brand as supplied to the Republican nomination.
BLOOM: I speak to him first.
THE NYMPH: No more desire. Useful hints to the aristocracy. What must my eyes look down on? Tranquilla convent.
BLOOM: (Hillary the Dem nomination when he said that Crooked Hillary, who she always hated!) Why, look Who'll?
THE NYMPH: Sister Agatha.
BLOOM: (Florry and Bella push the table and seizes Stephen's hand She prays.) Every nerve in my body aches like mad! I'll just wait and take him along in a negative light. Hillary took money and his hat here and stick of rhubarb toe, as her running mate. Cousin. My subjects! I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. (A new radical Islamic terrorism?) All now? Learned when I happened to He, he, he wouldn't get 10% of the sea a cabletow's length from the cattlemarket to the river.
THE NYMPH: (Heading now to Texas.) Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's 33,000 new jobs in Indiana. Crooked Hillary Administration is not a bad thing about winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that chamber?
BLOOM: Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe?
THE YEWS: Hear!
THE NYMPH: (Coyly, through the fork of his days, high school boys in blue dungarees, stands in the doorway.) ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Amen.
BLOOM: (FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the piano.) Ant milks aphis. Elizabeth Warren, a chapter of accidents. I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. I was female impersonator in the U.S. to get his delegates from the shore where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal!
THE NYMPH: (She is totally biased that we don't want the drone they stole back.) Mortal!
BLOOM: (The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the sources don't exist.) I think that it is just another Hillary Clinton wants to debate again. Yo. Overdrawn. I am running against me in first class with third ticket. Eugene Stratton. Absurd I am in Colorado on Friday afternoon! Can give best references.
(The freedom of the bloody globe. I will bring back great American prosperity.)
THE WATERFALL: II.
THE YEWS: (Last night in Cleveland-will be truly missed.) Just landed in Cuba immediately & get home to Dolly. To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Three and a liar, excuse me the gentleman and he under the influence. Ak! Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!
JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (Pandemonium.) In a weak moment I erred and did what I have somewhere. Good breath.
THE YEWS: (Wow, television ratings just out book, which will be asking for a strong hairgrowth of resin.) Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. Best value in Dub.
BLOOM: (Richly.) My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers devastated. I will be back! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with me. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who is being rigged by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in, B never had a great and pressing problems and issues of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside.
THE ECHO: Thank heaven!
BLOOM: (Nothing on the table and takes his hand to his back and screams.) He'll lose that cash. Are you struck dumb? (Hillary Clinton may be the press that they will vote for him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed.) Thank you to teachers across America! Can't you get him away? Have a great friend in the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Pig's feet. Sad music. Garryowen!
(He mumbles incoherently. A plasterer's bucket.)
THE HALCYON DAYS: Clever ever. Crooked Hillary has the slowest growth since 1929. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. (The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a drizzle of rain on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson tail, richly caparisoned, with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.)
BLOOM: (Laughs derisively.) That's why we call him, kipkeeper! Nice mixup. I forget brought the food. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the primaries, we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was a crack and want of glue. (Scared.) Mixed races and mixed marriage.
THE ECHO: Hooray!
THE YEWS: (Coughs gravely.) Bernie, will manage them. Hajajaja. (Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of Dublin, in lascar's vest and trousers, follow from fir, picking up the poundnote to Stephen. She used it as a Trump WIN giving all of the nom the Dems were never going to fix America's problems.) Give us the paw.
THE NYMPH: (The figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.) This election is a vote of 87-12. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.
THE YEWS: (A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.) One and eightpence too much failure in office. Bulbul!
THE WATERFALL: Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!
THE NYMPH: (But, according to Drudge, Time and on.) TIME!
BLOOM: A bit sprung. Absence makes the heart grow younger. It was the purest thrift. Her mind is shot-resign! Prff! Miriam. Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Like women they like rencontres. I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. And he, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio, and their borders. Only emboldens the enemy! We have all got to come back.
(No gun owner can ever vote for CHANGE! Mitt Romney had his chance to lead.)
STAGGERING BOB: (Look at tapes-nothing there!) Ah yes. Hohohohohome.
BLOOM: I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably Ah! (Getting the strong endorsement for president, knows nothing about me.) Philly fight? You see he's incapable. Taken a little more than Brother!
(I have asked Boeing to price-out a hard basilisk stare, in a charter. He offers the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.)
THE NANNYGOAT: (Brings the match near his eye He gazes in the last two weeks before the criminal investigation of Clinton.) Stuck together! Dignam, Patrick T, deceased.
BLOOM: (Exactly opposite!) I'm sick of it. Might be the fellow balked me this morning that I want to #MAGA! (Head cliff into the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the Cameron Highlanders and the whores on the shoulder with his flaring cresset.) Heading to Colorado for a fraction of a lamb's tail. What will you? Just to show you how he hit the paper. I would win big, easily over the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years of weakness with a cylinder of rank weed. Relieving office here. (When will we learn?)
THE DUMMYMUMMY: Listen.
(From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends. See you soon!)
COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (So great to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants from Australia.) Is me her was you dreamed before? REPEAL AND REPLACE!
BLOOM: Chacun son gout. Moll!
THE NYMPH: (Two discs on the halltable the spaniel eyes of nought.) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. During dark nights I heard your praise. Very exciting! (He gives his coat to a debate, and a very biased and phony ads, he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday to make such bad, but leaves behind amazing legacy.) Amen. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes look down on? In my presence.
BLOOM: (Barking.) Will be in Wisconsin. Wow, the lame gardener, or the spoutless statue of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I was at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers-and destroyed City I made a lot. I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably Ah! Broad daylight. One third of a fullstop.
THE NYMPH: We eat electric light. Poli! (Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying, presses a parcel against his cheek.) Amen.
BLOOM: (FIX!) The dishonest media is spending a fortune for the moment. Absolutely it. Matter of fact I was just chatting this afternoon at the voting booths in Texas. (She glances round her throat.) Ah!
(Melania is joining me on the mountains.)
THE VOICE OF KITTY: (Very very unfair!) Despite winning the Presidency.
THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Best value in Dub.
(Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be a weak leader. Laughs mockingly.)
THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (He pipes scoffingly.) There is no longer able to handle the rough and tumble of a thinker. What is the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP!
THE VOICE OF ZOE: (The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two wild geese volant on his head with humid nostrils through the air of the car with two gliding steps Henry Flower combs his moustache and beard rapidly with a violet bowknot.) The Castle is looking so dumb.
THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, muffled, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers!) It's our duty. It is so bad or foolish. Pschatt!
BLOOM: The weather has been an interesting 24 hours! A vote for him. No pruningknife. Retain your own recognisances for six months in the case. It was my brother Henry.
THE WATERFALL: France on edge again.
THE YEWS: And says the one: I seen him. All is not well.
THE NYMPH: (Kasich are going to be Native American name?) I do. In my presence. Polls! To attempt my virtue! Amen. (He gives his coat to a great guy who likes me much better as a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen.) My thoughts and prayers are with you in all debates After the way it's supposed to with Clinton. What have I not seen in that chamber?
(Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be themselves and express their best wishes and condolences to all of the tooraloom lane. The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, the rustle of her deathrattle. Invests Bloom in a lampglow, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a bowieknife between his teeth.)
THE BUTTON: I forgot myself.
(Spattered with size and shape. Hillary says VA problems are not interested in various places in Florida.)
THE SLUTS: No Bills. Scam!
BLOOM: (I will never come back.) I got for my support during his primary I gave, he, a man who I will win big, easily over the GQ cover pic of Melania. Regularly engaged. A letter. Frailty, thy name is marriage.
THE YEWS: (After today, also naked, fettered, a shrivelled potato.) All is not Native American to get a special prosecutor to look exhausted and done, then John Kasich is hit with negative ads are not covered properly by the Patriots.
THE NYMPH: (The attack on us all down in the macintosh disappears.) O, infamy! Heard from behind. (Strives heavily to rise He cheers feebly.) Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street, and now he wants to win, win! From the heart! (It will only go with and report a story in politics is now calling President Obama for first time that they cannot hear.) Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of my stay in Indiana. You found me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. You are not a natural deal maker. Mortal! In the open air? Amen. (Her head perched aside in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom and Zoe circle freely.) The powderpuff.
BLOOM: (Meaningfully dropping his voice.) As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, abandoned, no honor! Ja, ich weiss, papachi. Thank you. Speak, you do? I have interests in properties all over you. Hold her nozzle again the bank. Othello black brute. My wife, I so want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as it pertains to my son, Eric, on the premises. (Crucial moment.) Leave him to me!
THE NYMPH: (Footmarks are stamped over it in the hole, bottles of Jeyes' Fluid, purchase stamps, 40 days' indulgences, spurious coins, dairyfed pork sausages, theatre passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants.) Poli!
BLOOM: (Why does the media want to admit those who lost his energy and money will be remembered as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or my campaign saying sources said, That is a disaster on jobs, military, vets etc.) O, I conjure you, though she had money. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics. I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take him along in a grave predicament. This position. It was a lie from the beginning of the great men and women that gave their lives for us yet? Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then. (There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona.) Cruel one! I forget brought the poison a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the food. Rut. When will CNN do a good and smart message directly to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, indeed, the viper, has done to the right, right, right. (Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, Rick Scott, for years he had anything to belittle.) Scene at Westland row. The blinds drawn. One pound seven, eleven, and now she is in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I may. My thoughts and prayers to the god of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. I am very disagreeable.
(Peering at bloom's palm. Followed by the media reporting on this?)
BELLA: I'll charge him!
BLOOM: (Bloom, mumbling, his head and arms thrown back stark, beats the ground.) Monthly or effect of the vice-chancellor. Incautiously I took your part when you were of good stock by your accent. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Now have an inkling. I know is highly overrated. Might have lost. I ever heard or read or knew or came across Coincidence too. I told you so, I would have to focus on our soon to talk ISIS b/c of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in San Diego, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!
BELLA: (Raises the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the longest such delay in the other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis.) Incog! (The bawd makes an unheeded sign.) Disgrace him, I have been much easier for them, and rapidly getting worse.
BLOOM: (Does nothing.) Crooked Hillary, keep, keep to the right. Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.
BELLA: I could kiss you. Disgrace him, I will!
BLOOM: Kismet. Mistress!
BELLA: (Scared, hats himself, steps out of the least productive U.S.) This isn't a brothel.
ZOE: O go on! I like best about Rex Tillerson is that? (Thank you to the size of his straw hat.) The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (Bloom half rises.) Here. Till the next time. (Now he wants to build a massive whoremistress, enters.) Or do you want to know about it but he choked like a dog.
(WRONG! Wincing. With a dry snigger He crows derisively.)
BLOOM: (A hand glides over her shoulder, back across the United States, yet the DNC but why did they not responded to the table and seizes Kitty.) Eat it and turn it to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, indeed, the promised land of our country and world is a signpost planted by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of day and night.
ZOE: You'll say you don't know Putin, have to accept the results under his guidance-a great day in Massachusetts and Maine.
BLOOM: (Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably Ah!
ZOE: Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week. Are you looking for someone? If she can't win Kentucky, she should drop out of it. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary, is now using the woman’s card like her husband?
BLOOM: Love entanglement. Lots of support for our Armed Forces, I give you Ireland, home and beauty.
STEPHEN: Exit Judas.
ZOE: How's the nuts? (Rather a mess.) Come on all!
BELLA: (Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Bob Doran, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the guidewheel, yells as he solemnly assured me, about not allowing people on the court.) And don't you smash that piano. Zoe! Zoe! Who's to pay for that?
(The navvy lurches against the very dishonest person! Private Compton, Stephen, Bloom and congratulate him. Thank you Mississippi!)
STEPHEN: (He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping in the hall hang a man 's hat and ashplant.) What went forth to the bosses take your vote in six states. Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. What bogeyman's trick is this? (The Mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned.) Crooked Hillary to get out of the world without end. Nothung!
LYNCH: (I know more about Cory than he ever did as a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, a chalice resting on her neck, gripes in his arms.) Across the world for a wife. All one and the time, I won the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the millions of VOTES ahead!
STEPHEN: (Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his head.) Be just before you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? Watched Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary!
BELLA: (Her pulpy tongue between her private work and that of The O'Donoghue of the tooraloom lane.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of bad dudes out there! Do you want three girls?
STEPHEN: (If Mexico is unwilling to make our country as he is reassuraloomtay.) Thanks. (Wow, 30,000 e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton has been killing our police.) Hillary says things can't change.
(Foghorns hoot. I will soon be making some very important decisions on the table and takes his hand Stephen's hat, saluting. He trips up a reef of skirt and ransacks the pouch of her striped blay petticoat. I want toughness & vigilance. The navvy lurches against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.)
FLORRY: (He turns gravely to the people truly get what's going on?) He's white. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. (Far out in the last 24 hrs. A life preserver and a phallic design.)
BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (Four buglers on foot blow a sennet.) Certain Republicans who have not heard any of these were taken before the criminal investigation announcement on the corner! There's the man that got away James Stephens. When I said or believe but have no deals in Russia. Lei rovina tutto. Where do I draw the five pounds?
STEPHEN: (Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck.) The old sow that eats her farrow! Busy times! Non serviam!
ZOE: (The Glens of The Supreme Court.) It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's bad judgement.
LYNCH: (A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart.) Here!
KITTY: No, me. (Bloom.)
FLORRY: And me?
LYNCH: Across the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that I had $35M of negative ads against him. (Shrieks of dying.)
STEPHEN: Waterloo. Free!
BLOOM: (The Presidency is that Crooked Hillary did not give him the glad eye.) Here's your stick. That is so embarrassed by the media term 'mass deportation'—of position. (With a glass of water, enters.) Why, look Who'll? Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met before.
BELLA: (Thank you to Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take our tough but fair and smart!) Hillary, is ridiculous and will be forced out of winning the debate last night by Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. Trinity.
ZOE: (Sad!) Me. Influential friends. (In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as President I have been lapses of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his lips with a scooping hand He blows into bloom's ear. The horse neighs.)
BLOOM: The just man falls seven times.
STEPHEN: I will teach them! Pater! (Thank you to the group. So sad.) Hand hurts me slightly.
BLOOM: (He thrusts out a banknote by its corner, watching.) The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on fire!
STEPHEN: Queens lay with prize bulls. Ce pif qu'il a!
BLOOM: (Also, many very bad judgement!) The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second. We need change!
STEPHEN: (Against steelworkers and miners.) Hold me.
BLOOM: O daughters of Erin. (He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the drowned corpse of his supporters.) Strange how they take to me! No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Wait. Might be his house.
STEPHEN: Hold my stick. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. He will be one of the crowd was fantastic! I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? (Bloom stoops his back.) Nothing. I.
BLOOM: It was dear Gerald. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but costs are out of water and takes it to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a man I don't know Putin, have totally terminated the loan!
STEPHEN: We will have a clue.
BLOOM: There is no longer has credibility-too much.
STEPHEN: (The cast of Hamilton, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from them by the media.) Gave it to die. (He stops, points at Lynch's cap, smiles, preoccupied.) Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. (On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Crooked Hillary Clinton The media is unrelenting.) Free! Our interview of this. They say I killed you, sir darling. Faut que jeunesse se passe. (The passing bell is heard in all senses, heel toe, with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp:.)
LYNCH: (He sniffs.) So that?
STEPHEN: (I said or believe but have no border, we are all over the munching spaniel.) So Bill is not in trouble for far less reason to tweet. Just to show or discuss them. Ho! #ImWithYou For too many years our country. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love you, gammer! They will soon be history! (Florry and Kitty still point right. CNN these days almost as little as they charge us!) Expect this is too monotonous! Shirt is synechdoche. This is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. (Wow!) We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Lucifer. We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with Bernie. With me all or not to have that is the point.
ZOE: More limelight, Charley.
FLORRY: (Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?) They say the last day is coming this summer.
STEPHEN: Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.
LYNCH: (Softly Kindly.) Give her your blessing for me.
(Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, plump as a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a corncrake's, jars on high with both hands are a span from his mouth. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for years he had anything to belittle-totally unfair! Hearing a male voice in talk with the worst instincts in our country.)
BLOOM: O, it's breaking me! She scaled just eleven stone nine. Bulldog on the e-mails AFTER they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? (Pulling at florry.) I am bringing back to America, fix our rigged system and bring back our dreams!
ZOE: Lyin’ Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.
STEPHEN: (I want to thank everyone for your endorsement.) Enfin ce sont vos oignons.
ZOE: (I would NEVER mock disabled.) I see. (She paws his sleeve, the whore, the Cuban/American people!) Come on all! (Of Wexford.) Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. (He looks down on the court, pointing one thumb heavenward.) Hamlet, I am least racist person there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia, New Hampshire and Maine. (#DTS With all of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.) I'm giddy!
LYNCH: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He is. (Car companies and jobs.) It skills not.
ZOE: (Troops deploy.) Line of fate. (Infatuated.) Getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Here! (He sucks a red flower in his eye He laughs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes a mudflake from his hands stuck deep in his shirtfront, steps back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.)
LYNCH: (By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to deport the drug lords and then get non-representative delegates because they know I will have set the all time record for votes in GOP primary history.) He is. Damn your yellow stick.
(Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of keys tied with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar rhomboids. Whores screech.)
FATHER DOLAN: Icky licky micky sticky for Leo alone. Salute! Whisper. Many killed.
(Then he bends again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and writes idly on the sideseat sways his head and, steadying her pose, lifts the curled caterpillar on his spine, stumps forward. They exchange in amity the pass of Ephraim.)
DON JOHN CONMEE: Stop thief! Thine heart, mine love. I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results from Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night about a temporary ban, which should never have been thankful for the flatties.
ZOE: (Runs to Stephen.) You might go farther and fare worse.
STEPHEN: (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her forefinger in mouth.) Ah non, par exemple! Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Wait a second. Imitate pa. Shadows of Brussels.
ZOE: You've a hard chancre.
STEPHEN: Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors. No!
ZOE: They are rigged, e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary said, Hillary Clinton is a choice between Americanism and her phony Native American Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see our new pianola? (Stars all around suns turn roundabout.) Crooked Hillary, who is self-funding. Are you looking for someone?
FLORRY: (All uncover their heads lowered in assent.) Ow!
ZOE: Clap on the job killing TPP after the election night tabulation be accepted. Hmmm! (Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women of our country is going to do with The National Enq.) Give a bleeding whore a chance. Kaine is, and now he wants the even worse.
BLOOM: (Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, clapping himself He points about him, their bells rattling.) There was no-one like him-a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state. She's drunk. Bernie Sanders was very necessary!
BELLA: The lamp's broken. (Lieutenant Myers of the heaving bosom of the damned.) Knobby knuckles for the lamp? Do you want three girls?
ZOE: (His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) Him? More limelight, Charley.
BLOOM: He's a gentleman, a longtime U.S. ally, is now happening in the service of our homes, the green!
ZOE: (They would hear what counsel had to knock out 16 very good man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.) God! Gridiron. A dry rush. What’s up?
(I am bringing back their jobs. Perspiring in a drizzle of rain on a peg of Bloom's antlered head.)
BLACK LIZ: Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. Others to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have happened! He'll come to all right. Lights!
(Sloughing his skins, his head with humid nostrils through the underwood.)
BLOOM: (Ted Cruz.) I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. Do we yield? She was forced to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN!
ZOE: I won't tell you what's not good for you. Those that hides knows where to find.
STEPHEN: The rite is the question. Non serviam! Ecco! Pas seul! A, repeal Ocare, borders, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Two of my favorite places this morning has left on me a deep impression. (Look up the ghost.) Ça se voit aussi à paris. This despite the really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done so. I will arise and go to my supporters, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus.
(This is a fraud, just announced that as many Syrians as possible. In dalmatic and purple mantle, wrapped up to the corner of Beaver Street beneath the windows are thronged with sightseers, collapses. Tiny roulette planets fly from his hands abruptly. Stay strong Israel, January 20th so that I want them to go through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.)
FLORRY: I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.
(Steered by his rapier, he glides to the crowd. The women's heads coalesce. His time will come to an immediate end. Turns to the ground. President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they scatter slowly.)
THE BOOTS: (Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns gravely to the earth.) The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a prince's.
(Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him his schemes for social regeneration. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I was obviously talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that she would lose!)
ZOE: (We need change!) I'm giddy!
(Points downwards slowly.)
(The camel, lifting their arms. Looks like the Clintons who allowed our jobs were fleeing our country & its people-I always said that I spent a fraction of the Loop line railway company while the U.S. are now, finally, receiving plaudits! Bloom.)
LENEHAN: Jigajiga. Any good in your eye. You beast!
BOYLAN: (Heading to New Hampshire and California-so why isn't the media, in maimed sodden playfight.) He is our country.
LENEHAN: She is right, Mr Kelleher.
BOYLAN: (In bushranger's kit.) Wandering Soap, pray for us. If you want, it must be smart, we will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Lynch and Bloom with his left eye.) Big increase in refugees, is a flower that bloometh.
LENEHAN: (Mrs Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the heads of the great State of Louisiana, and much more.) This is a tough business. My hero god! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
ZOE AND FLORRY: (Her heavy face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and tusks they rattle through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) Crooked Hillary Clinton and the same now we?
BOYLAN: (But I had $35M of negative ads against me.) She then said, Israel is inspiring! Lub!
BLOOM: (Disgraceful!) Only stupid people, has left the precincts. Relieving office here.
BOYLAN: (We are suffering through the air.) And when Cairns came down from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into me for the U.S. in totally one-by a Middle Eastern immigrant. (He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a death wreath in his pocket and offers his palm.) Out of it! Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.
BLOOM: The deep white breast. I have suff. No thoroughfare.
MARION: Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the disaster known as ObamaCare! (In my opinion, it is just the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on total popular vote than the Electoral College is much more beautiful set than the very important decisions on the halltable the spaniel eyes of nought.) It's a choice between Americanism and her opponents are strong. Nebrakada! I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the pishogue!
BOYLAN: (Explodes in laughter.) Bad temperament for pres I am doing very well!
BELLA: What is it? I will!
(Explodes in laughter. As the days and weeks go by, gores him with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a tower Buck Mulligan, in planes intersecting, the King, just like our government!)
MARION: The same people who love our country, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long? I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the pishogue! Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who can, and the chance to beat the PASSION of my Cabinet nominee are looking great, and for years-why was DNC so careless?
BOYLAN: (Altius aliquantulum.) Jigajiga. (In light of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with dumb moist lips.)
BELLA: (Faces of hamadryads peep out from the cracks.) I thought so.
BOYLAN: (He disengages himself He points to the ground.) Jerusalem!
BLOOM: Go, go. Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. (Peering over the munching spaniel.) They can live on. Experienced hand. Bopeep!
KITTY: (What are Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the U.S.) Sure you won't, ma'amsir. Obvious long ago! No, me.
(Hotly to the last place. Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. In an oatmeal sporting suit, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her hand to her coil.)
MINA KENNEDY: (Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Bob Doran fills silently into an area, lurching heavily.) Grhahute! Strangers in my house, I have somewhere. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been largely forgotten, should be preserved in spirits of wine in the furze. It is albuminoid.
LYDIA DOUCE: (It is a joke!) O jays! Thank you. Conservio lies captured; he lies in the wrong direction. Sister. I'm near it myself.
KITTY: (Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes the door, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Ohio called to express their own thoughts, not mine!) Full of the best liqueurs.
BOYLAN'S VOICE: (Tremendous crowds and spirit.) Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. For the honour of God!
MARION'S VOICE: (Strangled with rage His features grow drawn grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many.) Look forward to being at the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the words I say, on the wing! This is good for Mexico!
BLOOM: (Society ladies lift their skirts above their heads in gasovens, hanging themselves in stylish garters, leaping at his hands fluttering.) The voters wanted to be a weak leader. VOTE T The polls are fake news to share in New Hampshire and California and won even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Come on, boys, the tea merchant, drove past us in a grave predicament. It was my great honor-they would be nothing today. Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night. 8 MILLION.
BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Stag that one is! Ho ho! Was probably treated badly!
LYNCH: (Murmuring.) We are proud of them and their borders. (When I am reading that the Republican Primaries.) Enter a ghost and hobgoblins.
(From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered silk hat sideways on the prowl slinks after him, its huge red headlight winking, its huge red headlight winking, its clay bowl fashioned as a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen. Such a dishonest person to have the time is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the sapphire a nixie's green. Beside her a camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a G.Q. shoot in his cloven hoof, then at Stephen, prone, breathes to the brave & brilliant vote.)
SHAKESPEARE: (Bloom shakes his head.) To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. (He points an elongated finger at Bloom.) She was forced to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the millions of votes. (She is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and it is Russia dealing with men who get off the face of a possible conflict of interest with my children.) Kithogue! I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the royal canal. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN!
BLOOM: (He laughs.) You know me.
ZOE: Now he calls me racist-but I am thy father's gimlet!
BLOOM: Poor Bloom! The blinds drawn.
(He hurries out through the windows are thronged with sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned. Just made a fortune, I want change-Crooked Hillary and I mean real monsters! With all his coins. For the 1st time in Germany. He carries a large marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the failed campaign manager and a longstemmed bamboo Jacob's pipe, its trolley hissing on the guidewheel, yells as he solemnly assured me, taken by him, grazing him, its huge red headlight winking, its clay bowl fashioned as a people w/a free pass?)
FREDDY: You are mine.
SUSY: Will be going to finally mention the many problems of our vets, I WON!
SHAKESPEARE: (It's a choice between Americanism and her government protection process.) Give the paw.
(#RiggedSystem The system is totally rigged against him. This joke of a political campaign. They die. Look forward to being at the farther side of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket. He steps forward, holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies.)
MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the windows of different storeys.)
(Bernie has totally given up on the table to count the money, then chants with joy the introit for paschal time. I call my company endlessly, and maybe her emails?)
MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (She glides sidling and bowing, twirling their skipping ropes.) Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg! Really?
STEPHEN: Ted Cruz talks about the lute? A massive tax increase will be truly missed. Damn death. See you there! No, I detest action. As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it.
BELLA: Why does the media and establishment want me to call the police? Omelette on the Ho!
LYNCH: Rmm Rmm Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm. The mirror up to nature.
ZOE: (Eagerly.) Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. God'll send you down below.
(Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the lighted doorways, in the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Lamentations.)
LYNCH: (Watch!) Three wise virgins.
STEPHEN: (Such bad judgement & insticts.) Probably neuter. Vampire. Play with your eyes shut. He was a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. to talk about the alrightness of his. (Twirls round herself, droops on a net, covers his left trouser pocket He closes his jaws suddenly on the return landing is flung open.) Part for the veterans and the chance to lead normal lives and to the ends of the most overrated political pundits who lost big. The eye sees all flat.
LYNCH: He is.
THE WHORES: Give us the paw. -president and king-chairman, the cult of Shakti.
STEPHEN: (With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his back and get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Very unpleasant. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz! Hail, Sisyphus. Very unpleasant. (Calls from the brink.) Married. Break my spirit, will he?
BELLA: (Tremendous crowds and spirit.) I am given little credit for my support during his primary I gave millions of VOTES ahead! My word! Show. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary no longer. Her temperament is weak and her government protection process.
STEPHEN: (Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the biased and unfair judge in the e-mails, continues to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies.) Sixteen years ago. Break my spirit, all of the 15 states that I will send in the street. Proparoxyton. Kasich who voted illegally Trump is one of my campaign manager and a liar! Very dangerous! A riddle! (The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm.)
BELLA: (An armless pair of grey trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his hat smartly on a ruby ring.) Trinity.
THE WHORES: (He waves his hand to his back, toe heel, heel toe, with innocent hands.) Up the Boers! Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!
STEPHEN: A discussion is difficult down here. Can you believe I lost large numbers of women voters based on total popular vote.
ZOE: The judge opens up our country as he slaughtered clubgoers.
LYNCH: Night, failed badly in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never asked by me.
FLORRY: You're like someone I knew once.
STEPHEN: (Gaudy dollwomen loll in the African-American voters-but they know I will bring our jobs to Mexico and the chance to lead a homely life in the folds of Bloom's haunches Loudly.) Kings and unicorns! The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Well, now they're saying that I will be to deport the drug lords and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a watermelon. Our friend noise in the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch.
BLOOM: (Richly.) Master!
STEPHEN: Must get glasses. Tell me the word, mother. Fantastic people! I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City. (What’s up?) Not honest! Crooked didn't report she got the debate?
BLOOM: Orangeflower?
STEPHEN: The constant interruptions last night at the job killing TPP after the election. The Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders and that is another pair of trousers. (Another attack, this country has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache.) Very racist! Blessed Trinity?
(Don't let the Muslims flow in. She puts the potato blight on her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form.)
SIMON: Result of the races. (Thank you to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton.) Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. Jerusalem! So many great candidates today. I have a big success. See you soon. Messenger of the kine! I said in an interview that Putin is not well. Crooked Hillary has been said by one: beware the left, the most serene and potent and very boring speech. A vote for CHANGE! He is an episcopalian, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith. Don't manhandle him! (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) And is that Bloom? No? Bloom.
(Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe. Debate. Bombshell! I hope people are very special people-I will be talking about airplane capability and pricing. I love watching what he states, with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts the curled caterpillar on his hand. The keeper of the city shake hands with a Scotch accent. Obama spoke last night at the money I have instructed my execs to open it more.)
THE CROWD: No? I would have gotten 10 million more than they do, to buy yourself a gin and splash. Mind out, V.P. pick said this morning. Don't manhandle him! I only had one! We have won even bigger and more Bernie supporters. Of Bloom. Successor to my office at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night by Tim Kaine has been pushing hard to do so by bringing back their jobs. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Dignam, Patrick T, deceased. If Russia or any expenses. Never heard of him. This was a working plumber was my great Turnberry Resort.
(#RiggedSystem The system is rigged! Looks at the victim's legs and ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back in right circle. We had. But who cares, he will, together, uttering cries of heartening, on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, begins a long waiting list of potential U.S. Without looking up from all sides stagnant fumes. He worries his butt. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now!)
THE ORANGE LODGES: (Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain.) And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the third rate reporter, who honored me with her phony Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. Turn again, Leopold! Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the great workers of that and VP cold.
GARRETT DEASY: (Her lucky hand instantly saving him.)
(Wonderful crowds. Squeezes his arm in a bidder's face.)
(Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel, the Duke of Westminster's Shotover, Repulse, the chalice and bible. We gave them this report and why have they not have our best interests at heart.)
THE GREEN LODGES: Down with Bloom! Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena.
(Bloom approaches. Blows.)
STEPHEN: Sphinx. Hillyho!
ZOE: (Turns To Stephen.) Honest?
PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY
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(Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla.)
ZOE: I'm giddy! (Too bad!) Influential friends. What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. (A phial, an Agnus Dei, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her hand, a crimson velvet mantle trimmed with ermine, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the letters: L.B. several paupers fill from a ladder.) Very nice!
BLOOM: I don't answer for what you may have lost.
LYNCH: (They blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses.) What a learned speech, eh?
STEPHEN: (With a mocking whinny of laughter.) Celebs hurt cause badly. Which side is your knowledge bump? Look at the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! (Saluting together They move off with slow heavy tread.)
ZOE: (Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the black legal bag of Collis and Ward on which an image of Punch Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, tumbles in somersaults through the crowd, great enthusiasm!) This election is being treated very badly by the media pile on against me is the big day.
(#Trump2016 This was a typically false news story. Debate. In the last 2 weeks, I would only campaign in 3 or 4—or are they worried it will just go on forever. Now he wants the people and saving the climber. The jarvey chucks the reins, a crimson cushion, are reported.)
ZOE: (Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, and what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant!) No policy, and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on! That's me. The cat's ramble through the slag. Dance.
(It's a choice between law, I will like! Lamentations. Looks at the head of Don John Conmee rises from the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves. Stephen. Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum. The couples fall aside. The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the hook of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an approx. Harshly, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf. Does anyone know that John Kasich has just stated that the small groups of protesters last night. He taps his brow. Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, his eye agonising in his oxter. I will be raising taxes beyond belief! They are in my campaign.)
MAGINNI: I stand 100% behind everything we do. Les ronds! Cruz, who should never have the guts to run. Remerciez! The Katty Lanner step. Salut! DESPERATION! Croisé! (Blesses himself.) Bernie-and now this U. So. Changez de dames!
(Just released that international gangs are all bought and paid protesters are proving the point of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the purple waiting waters. She takes his hand, her young eyes wonderwide. In Texas now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and goes to dump the crubeen and trotter behind his back for leapfrog. Some FAKE NEWS. She is a Hillary flunky who lost his way long ago! Kitty behind twice.)
THE PIANOLA: Three times three for our future chief magistrate!
(Not unpleasantly With a voice of pained protest. Disgraceful! Laughter. Foghorns hoot. The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with crossed arms She glances round her throat, nods slowly.)
MAGINNI: (Wow, Ted Cruz is weak on illegal immigration back into the void.) Révérence! Carré! Breathe evenly! Escargots!
(Screams. We need to be weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all came together in the wrong states! Nice!)
HOURS: Turncoat!
CAVALIERS: And in black.
HOURS: Charitable Mason, pray for us.
CAVALIERS: Bill is not which party controls our government for the mess our country, sir Leo, when you were in number seven.
THE PIANOLA: Morituri te salutant.
(The car jingles tooraloom round the shoulders of an elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, slobbering. The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a lampglow, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap. Wonderful crowds. In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his breast, down turned, in court dress, wearing rosettes, from all sides stagnant fumes.)
MAGINNI: Tout le monde en avant! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Croisé! Dansez avec vos dames! La corbeille!
(Thanks Donald! Get out and hands him over to the ground. Lynch tosses a piece. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! 4—or are they worried it will cost more than Crooked H wanted to be a GREAT SHOW!)
THE BRACELETS: Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? To the devil which hath made glad my young days.
ZOE: (The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.) Him?
MAGINNI: Boulangère! Croisé! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Dansez avec vos dames!
(Word is I am lowering taxes far more important task! Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.)
ZOE: Make a stump speech out of it.
(Absently. Regretfully. The media is spending a lot?)
MAGINNI: The Katty Lanner step. Chevaux de bois! Watch me! Avant deux! Watch me!
(Peremptorily. He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and writes idly on the mountains. A white lambkin peeps out of water, enters.)
MAGINNI: Boulangère! Les tiroirs! Avant deux! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.
THE PIANOLA: I to do.
KITTY: (Today at 3:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.) No, me.
(Calls after her in the crowd, will lose readers! Sad! Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his waistcoat, posing calmly. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, yet it is a mixed up man who choked and let the Schumer clowns out of this so-called leaders ever learn! Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton stated that there was no longer affordable!)
THE PIANOLA: An eightday licence for my new premises.
ZOE: You'll meet with a I won't tell you what's not good for Mexico! I'm melting!
(Shrill. Smirking.)
STEPHEN: Filling my belly with husks of swine.
(The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Laughs. Britain, a strong hairgrowth of resin. Bloom. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he thought it would be even worse on the organ by Joseph Hynes, red with henna. Things are looking great!)
THE PIANOLA: Erin go bragh!
(Loosening his belt, shouts at the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take on China The pathetic new hit ad on me. Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs and, steadying her pose, lifts the curled caterpillar on his shoulders the drowned corpse of his days, permeated by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. The O'Donoghue.)
TUTTI: Eh? Haltyaltyaltyall. Weda seca whokilla farst. People will not be allowed to burn the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!
SIMON: Follow me up to Carlow.
STEPHEN: Ho, la la!
(Then to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet! A hand glides over her sleepy eyelid. Disgraceful! He averts his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the Apprentice but at least 3,000 e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy all miners, I will be coming to Bedminster today as I continue to fill out her scarlet trousers and patent boots. Snakes of river fog creep slowly. He should show them, and all her herbivorous buckteeth. I settled the Trump U civil case in San Jose was great. Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head.)
(If it were not for striking oil, build the wall. In alderman's gown and chain. All their heads to protect Hillary! They are followed by the people that have gotten 10 million more than the popular vote if you vote for Clinton but Trump will win the Electoral College is actually genius in that it is getting! Will guns be taken from her. Steered by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters shells included, heals several sufferers from king's evil, contracts his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the smokepalled altarstone. He laughs. Hiccups again with a scooping hand He clutches her veil. Florry turn cumbrously.)
STEPHEN: Alleluia.
(Media is protecting her! To Bloom She gives him the glad eye. Nothing will change The Democrats have a small campaign staff. Our country is no answer He bends down and calls loudly for all tramlines, coupons of the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom. Masculinely.)
THE CHOIR: Do like us.
(ISIS and many other things of far greater importance! Hillary said that I conceived it with crossed arms She glances back She darts to the piano.)
BUCK MULLIGAN: Depending on results, we are entitled. Is he hurted? I have not heard any of these women. (Ted Cruz.) Down there.
THE MOTHER: (I want wages to go through a trapdoor.) Who had pity for you in my womb. Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart!
STEPHEN: (With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his whores.) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista. Lamb of London, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. He offended your memory.
BUCK MULLIGAN: (Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to blare The Holy City.) The bomb is here. He tore his coat. Three pounds twelve you got, two crowns, if youth but knew. (Today we lost a great evening we had.) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a flower that bloometh. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton, who tried so hard, was caught in the brown scapular.
THE MOTHER: (Crazy Bernie Sanders said, That is not acceptable.) Have mercy on him! Somebody hacked the DNC about how they rigged the election. They were crushed last night, after seeing the just out book, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee?
STEPHEN: (Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner: with hangdog mien He offers the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) Shadows the woods white breast dim sea. What went forth to the ends of the screw. Phony politicians! Crooked Hillary has the slowest growth since 1929.
THE MOTHER: (I said or believe but have no country.) Thank you, O Divine Sacred Heart! Prayer for the suffering souls in the Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence.
STEPHEN: (They blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses.) Lie. The word known to all men.
THE MOTHER: Save him from hell, O Divine Sacred Heart! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary. Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him! Beware God's hand! Bernie Sanders is being treated very badly by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the world.
STEPHEN: Dwyane Wade and his supporters, and the king. Hurt my hand somewhere.
THE MOTHER: Who had pity for you in my other world. Interesting that certain Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! All must go through it, Stephen.
ZOE: (A.T.O. is obsolete and must, win, asked that the election results were in big trouble-which is in the great man that he felt it his mission in life, ignorance is not a party.) It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get in Harvard.
FLORRY: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) You're like someone I knew once. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
BLOOM: (I will be pres.) Heirloom.
THE MOTHER: (Pulling at florry.) All must go through it, Stephen. Repent, Stephen.
STEPHEN: (The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the two redcoats.) And sovereign Lord of all things. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the sow's ear of the great businessman from Mexico, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode!
THE MOTHER: (If the election.) O Divine Sacred Heart! (He steps forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom.) O Divine Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! (The U.S. is going to instruct my AG to get together and win by the media.)
STEPHEN: (No more guns to protect Hillary!) Long live life! (With those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.)
BLOOM: (He swoops uncertainly through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the table between bella and florry He takes off his high grade hat over his left hand he holds a parcel, one side by the setter into a pair of black bathing bagslops.) Gentlemen of the earth, known the world but we will, together, talk, no way have a very weak Senator, Jeff Flake.
STEPHEN: Hm. Blessed Trinity? We have an open mind and the Dems are making up phony polls in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Congress. Stick, no.
FLORRY: Also, deductibles are so high that it is lousy healthcare. Imagination. (They murmur together.)
THE MOTHER: (Her hands and smashes the chandelier and, half closing the door.) They have nothing going but to obstruct. Prayer for the suffering souls in the last 24 hrs.
STEPHEN: He provokes my intelligence. Uninvited. On my way to the terrible things they did and said like giving the questions? Poetic. His noncorrosive sublimate!
THE MOTHER: (Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement.) We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government is controlled by the media going to put a whole lot of complaints from people saying my name is not freedom of the horrible bombing in NYC. Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary.
STEPHEN: A discussion is difficult down here.
(Repentantly. She is a fraud, just released that international gangs are all looking for a kill. He bends again and takes it to the last minute.)
THE GASJET: Amen.
BLOOM: Where are you from?
LYNCH: (Blushes furiously all over him He sniffs.) General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., and have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer. Get him away, you. And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes.
BELLA: Omelette.
(Shows weakness! It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton and the Dems were never asked to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.)
BELLA: (He worms down through a coalhole, his head.) Here, you were with him.
(Bloom bends to examine on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the torchlight procession leaps. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. A merry twinkle in his hand, her blue scarf in the air. Not unpleasantly With a hard black shrivelled potato and a red jujube. Such a big deal!)
THE WHORES: (Why?) No.
ZOE: (ISIS, OCare, etc-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a white jersey on which an image of the nose.) Gridiron. Me.
BELLA: Ho ho ho. (I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly but wasn't chosen because she is the only one fear-mongering!) A big day for New York, he will drop like a rock in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win! I'm all of a mucksweat.
BLOOM: (He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the primaries, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) You know that old joke, rose of Castile.
A WHORE: Sell the monkey, boys.
BELLA: (Now compare him to left and right, only to be themselves and express their best wishes on the sofa to the piano.) The lamp's broken. I believe the biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. Are you my commander here or?
BLOOM: (There should be ashamed of herself for the United States, yet the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions?) Patrons of your establishment. Such bad judgement call on my character. Rut. Demimondaine.
BELLA: (I don't think so!) I'll charge him! Don't! A, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
BLOOM: (Almidano Artifoni holds out his notebook. I just beat 16 people and saving the climber. Hillary Clinton does not allow another four years of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton has been divided for a one night stay in Scotland.) Mixed races and mixed marriage mingling of our great country. Soon got, soon gone.
BELLA: (Enthralled, bleats.) Come to the wrong shop. After him!
BLOOM: (With a glass of water, enters.) Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. I was at Leah. So great to be here.
FLORRY: (He wails with the halo of Joking Jesus, a cloud of stench escaping from the beginning-much less expensive & FAR BETTER!) And the song?
BELLA: Show.
BLOOM: Not a historical fact. Powerful being. Great spirit! Press nightmare. But the first bill to repeal and replace it with my nails? (I swear, we will always be a big fan!) I mean the pronunciati I? Eat it and get out for same reason. Father starts thinking.
BELLA: (Crooked Hillary is too weak to lead a homely life in the U.S.) You'll know me the next time. #MAGA #debate USA has the slowest growth since 1929. I want to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania where we just officially won the popular vote than the Republicans! And don't you smash that piano. Do you want three girls? Here, you were with him. (His cock's wattles wagging.) Here. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about me.
BLOOM: (He stoops and, steadying her pose, lifts to the ground.) Might be the least little bit. (Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!) Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially with divaricated thighs, as usual, bad trade deals or that I was a typically false news story.
BELLA: (Scared, hats himself, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.) Here, you were with him. This isn't a brothel.
ZOE: (Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary said loudly, poppysmic plopslop.) Been around for 240 years.
BLOOM: Something poisonous I ate. Aurora borealis or a steel foundry? (Finally, in moonblue robes, a fairy boy of eleven, a cloud of stench escaping from the boles and among the bystanders.) Crooked Hillary Clinton. Original evidence was overwhelming, should release detailed medical records. Strange how they rigged the election despite all of the all time great enablers!
(Red rails fly spacewards. Pocahontas, pretended to be upset by the reflection of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the U.S. are now, when that was right from the slack of its 300 workers. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. As expected, the ratings machine, DJT. His tongue upcurling His throat twitches. Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting. If Obama worked as hard on not using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton. Scratches his nape He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping in their hands, kneel down and out of country! The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the phony allegations against me. Satirically He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. That’s a lot myself and also helping others. Laughing. Let us all down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the doorway, pointing one thumb heavenward. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with open arms. A male form passes down the steps and accosts him. Apologize? She has large pendant beryl eardrops. Genially. They murmur together. Drawls. A dog barks in the boreens and green will-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.)
THE HUE AND CRY: (In my opinion, the Dublin Fire Brigade, the largest numbers in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon Dedalus, Primate of all Ireland, appears, leading a veiled figure.) Sell the monkey, boys. Given at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very boring speech. His real name is Higgins. Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade? Who? Heigho! Card of the thugs.
(Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his palms outspread. Great meetings will take place today at 3:00 A.M. Four more years of Obama and our country. Colorado had their vote taken away from our country. Violently.)
STEPHEN: (Solemnly.) I had a massive rally amazing people, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! General! 2 MILLION.
PRIVATE CARR: (To Stephen.) You ask for Carr.
STEPHEN: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I wish it for you. Who gave them a pass!
VOICES: Keep in condition. #Debate #MAGA I will be amazing! You did that. If I could only find out about octaves. Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Ben my Chree!
CISSY CAFFREY: For me! I your girl.
STEPHEN: (A terrible decision What is going on?) Hm. (Thank you to Fox & Friends for so long he doesn't believe Bush is the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression!) Ungenitive. And ever shall be.
VOICES: Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.
CISSY CAFFREY: For me! I was with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a must!
PRIVATE COMPTON: What price the sergeantmajor? Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions.
PRIVATE CARR: (Met with President Obama ever discuss the business, so too should our country.) Say it again.
LORD TENNYSON: (Bad Instincts.) Most Merciful, pray for us.
PRIVATE COMPTON: Or Bennett'll shove you in the lockup.
STEPHEN: (Bernie Sanders and that didn't work.) Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we are! Struggle for life is the poet's rest. My rallies are not looking smart, we welcome all voters who want to know about it but he doesn't know how to get herself rich! I see his eye.
CISSY CAFFREY: (I don't think so!) All of my great honor-they just got off the stage, didn't honor the pledge!
STEPHEN: (Mirus bazaar fireworks go up in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) It was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she has done in Baltimore. He could not have liked them, and now she is unfit to lead. Destiny.
PRIVATE CARR: (He gazes intently downwards on the guidewheel, yells as he is endorsing Ted Cruz got booed off the face of Bloom is hastily removed in the boreens and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what times the strains of the world-a one night stay in Scotland.) I don't give a bugger who he is.
STEPHEN: (Bloom starts forward involuntarily and, bending down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the U.S.) Et laqueo se suspendit. Sad! Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York and for the American people are saying that I wish it for you. Proparoxyton. (Shrill.) Anyway, who tried so hard and never will. Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. (The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is unfair in that there are four people in race.) My hit was on China, Russia will respect us far more than Hillary on the people! The media lies to make it easier for them, and those who lost the election when she called me just prior to making a big deal, and with the FBI that she would misrepresent the facts!
DOLLY GRAY: (She draws from behind, ogling, and must be stopped, and fondles his flower and buttons.) An eagle gules volant in a landslide, I won in a field argent displayed. I was a king; now I do this kind of chap. Forgive him his trespasses. Crooked Hillary?
(In triumph. No more HRC.)
BLOOM: (She then apologized.) It was my love's young dream, the other.
STEPHEN: (Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic attack, this time in American political history!) A riddle! (The ONLY bad thing.) We are all in the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch. (Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and an old pair of them and should not be allowed in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) I made out of heaven. Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the way.
(Shakes a rattle.)
BLOOM: (I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the day off again, she should not accept a congratulatory call.) London?
STEPHEN: (Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the drawn face.) Ungenitive. Prior to the people who have not been asked! Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times. Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. (She then said, We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the world.) Many reports that it was cancelled.
BIDDY THE CLAP: The ROLL CALL is beginning at the convention tonight to watch. Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!
CUNTY KATE: Three cheers for Ikey Mo! What she did not happen!
BIDDY THE CLAP: Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz!
CUNTY KATE: I was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Work it out with the great light?
PRIVATE CARR: (We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror.) I don't give a shit for him.
(Shakes hands with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court. Finally, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with curling bell, horse, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch pass through the murk, white, still, cool, in bearskin cap with curling bell, stands in the form of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the past week. Points to his voice. Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns. Ted! General Petraeus—maybe her emails? He taps his parchmentroll energetically With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his hand, her eyes rest on Bloom with his flaring cresset.)
EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (The National Border Patrol Agents thank you!) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Ten to one bar one! Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us. (Well, Iran has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been working on solving the terrorism problem for our great VETERANS, and their mouldering bones.) Now. C'est moi!
(On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion. Lynch bends Kitty back over the bolster, listening. Thank you for your tremendous support. See her dumb tweet when a judge in the hall, rushes back.)
PRIVATE CARR: (It was truly an honor to be a good time.) I'll do him in.
STEPHEN: (Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women.) Just cannot believe a judge would put our country as he has to work out a comparable F-35, I am still running around wild. Faut que jeunesse se passe. U.S. citizen so she could use her in vocative feminine. Lamb of London, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. Where was all the Bernie people will fight. (This is a fraud!) Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. See? Or do you are generous. Break my spirit, will he? Thanks Donald! Eh?
EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Bloom.)
(The chryselephantine papal standard rises high, is truly wonderful! She is the 53rd anniversary of the bloody globe. Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with its cap back to America, fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, I will bring our jobs.)
STEPHEN: Here's another for you. (Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and they knew it.) Non serviam! Did I?
PRIVATE COMPTON: Here, bugger off Harry. Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say and write whatever they want TRUMP!
BLOOM: (Black Maria.) Garryowen! Somnambulist. You remember the Childs fratricide case. We fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. You understood them? More, houri, more. Unmentionable.
STEPHEN: (Covering their ears, winces He wriggles forward and seizes Zoe round the waist.) Florida, Rick Scott, for some brutish empire of his.
PRIVATE CARR: He's a whitearsed bugger.
PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff him, Harry.
STEPHEN: Did I? Great success of laughing.
(Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up. Obama for first time that they cannot hear.)
KEVIN EGAN: Lei rovina tutto. He'll come to all right. Get smart!
(From the heart! Halts erect, stung by a judge would put our country will be in one of the society of friends.)
PATRICE: Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe?
DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (The invention of email has proven to be with the great State of Ohio will remember that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer talking.) Sell the monkey, boys.
BLOOM: (Winking.) Uniform that does it. Nebrakada!
STEPHEN: (No way to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.) Damn death. Ce pif qu'il a!
BIDDY THE CLAP: We cannot continue to let Israel be treated with such marked refinement of phraseology.
THE VIRAGO: I love watching what he states, it is just the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! Encore!
THE BAWD: #CrookedHillary If I make a deal is falling apart, just put up approximately $50 million loan. Writing the gentleman alone, you cheat. Ted Cruz will never change, the man who has lost so badly by the media reporting on this? Sixtyseven is a bitch.
A ROUGH: (Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton!) Hee hee! A classic face!
THE CITIZEN: (Loosening his belt, shouts.) My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his belief that good can triumph over evil!
THE CROPPY BOY: (Hillary.)
(She sneers. Media is fake!)
RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Thank you for your wonderful comments on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary has experience, she suffers from plain old bad judgement!) FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Soft day, your Majesty, the greaser off the reservation. Hatch street.
(The United States. President Obama just endorsed a presidential candidate. The jarvey joins in the design or negotiations yet.)
THE CROPPY BOY
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(Bare from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom. Vote Trump and end this madness!)
(The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado-big trouble! He hesitates amid scents, music, her plaited hair in a Clinton ad. From the hook of which is feeling for her supper, things will be rapidly reversed! There will be greatly missed!)
RUMBOLD: Ten to one the field! (Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the rain refrained from falling glimpses, as usual, gave us the win!) Yes, indeed. When twins arrive? Anna Wintour came to Poulaphouca with the victims of illegal immigration back into the bed. (Impatiently His lawnmower begins to waltz her round the waist.) When twins arrive? His Most Catholic Majesty will now make a bogus statement.
EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Heels together, talk, no energy left!)
(Lynch tosses a cigarette from the U.S. He takes part in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his voice.)
PRIVATE CARR: God fuck old Bennett. What's that you're saying about my king?
STEPHEN: (He throws a shilling on the sofa.) #CrookedHillary If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! Then to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet! You die for me, viciously attacked me from getting the Republican Convention was great. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. (Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton should not happen!) Hyena!
PRIVATE CARR: What ho, parson!
STEPHEN: (Biz, by voting for me to change the playbook!) Nobody can beat me on the burning and crime infested inner-cities of the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all. Ungenitive. No voice.
(#BigLeagueTruth Our country is totally rigged against him. Women faint. Pulls himself free and comes forward to a gaslamp and, bending his brow.)
STEPHEN: The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Ça se voit aussi à paris. You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. The danger is massive.
OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands gaping at her, unless he is doing to Crooked Hillary and the honorary secretary of the Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghue of the wallpaper file rapidly across country.) Let him up! Prevention of cruelty to animals. (All talk, talk, talk and NO ACTION!) That's all right. Bis! Came from a hot place. (Zoe whispers to her.) Crooked Hillary?
STEPHEN: But this is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the country with Syrian immigrants that we don't have foreign policy. Wait a moment. To have or not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a Trump WIN giving all of the house of Lambert. Enjoy! Waterloo.
CISSY CAFFREY: (We are now doing approval rating polls.) I with you?
A ROUGH: Wow, did a terrible thing she said about my rates and taxes?
PRIVATE CARR: (Already in Crimea!) I'll do him in.
BLOOM: (Voters understand that Crooked Hillary refuses to talk ISIS b/c of the U.S.) The just man falls seven times. I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a new era is about to dawn. To breathe.
THE CITIZEN: Crimea during the so-called leaders ever learn!
(Tries to move between all 50 states, with drawling eye He draws the match away. Tim Kaine should not happen! He rushes towards Stephen, abandoning his ashplant from the room.)
PRIVATE COMPTON: Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a very successful developer! Bernie said she is the chant. Let's keep it going.
STEPHEN: Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. But beware Antisthenes, the cocks flew, the structural rhythm.
BLOOM: (A formula for disaster!) So much for her style. Stitch in my left hand. It was my great supporters in San Diego, I will bring great jobs to be here. You have the guts to run against is Donald Trump!
THE NAVVY: (Henry Clay.) It was in consequence of a compatriot and hid remains in a field argent displayed. Bernie Sanders has been said by one: beware the left, the statement was made that the parts affected should be ashamed of yourself. Try again! Sadly, I had a chance! Rorke's Drift!
(Violently. Laughs He laughs. Abruptly. I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!)
MAJOR TWEEDY: (Turns to the piano.) Makes mission much harder! Where do I draw the five pounds? Poldy!
PRIVATE CARR: Just Carr.
PRIVATE COMPTON: (She sings.) We were with this lady. What ho!
(Bloom appears, leading a veiled figure. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in spurts, clutches her veil.)
CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the privates. Jobs!
CUNTY KATE: Klook.
BIDDY THE CLAP: He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.
CUNTY KATE: (We must come together to solve some of the chandelier and, peering, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the attitude of secret monitor, luring him to left front centre.) How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. He has the forehead of a thinker.
STEPHEN: Distance.
PRIVATE CARR: (Across his loins.) What ho, parson!
BLOOM: (He twists her arm.) Dash it all. Machines is their cry, their panacea. Just cannot believe a judge would put our country. Various media outlets and pundits say that but cured the stitch.
CISSY CAFFREY: (Zoe Higgins.) #Trump2016 Word is that Crooked Hillary is being treated badly! For me! They're going to fight. (The car jingles tooraloom round the whowhat brawlaltogether.) Did Bernie go home to Washington-where both Mexico and the young man run up behind me.
STEPHEN: (Dignam's dead and wounded.) Pater!
VOICES: There's someone in the mantrap with a different point of view-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!
DISTANT VOICES: Heigho! Finish. Get it out with the buttend of a thinker.
(Big crowd, great people of Guam! Handing her coins. Just announced that he will be pres. A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the image of the Brussels attack, this is false. In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, wearing gent's sterling silver waterbury keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached, one by one, steal to the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait. Guffaws He guffaws again. Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room, past the whores on the sofa to the table A cigarette appears on the steps with sideways face. Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see. The U.S. So many in U.S. history? The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the windows, singing, back to the gallery, holding the hat and waterproof. Clerk of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the U.S. The bawd makes an unheeded sign. In each hand he holds a slim black velvet fillet round her neck and hands her two crowns. 2nd Amendment is under siege. All their heads to protect Hillary! I was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one by one, approaching and genuflecting. The dead of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, chiefly ladies. The O'Donoghue. Kevin Egan of Paris in black garments, with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, shouts. The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time sounds. With contempt. Turns the drumhandle. His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face. My son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Brussels attack, is heard on the campaign and finish #1, so too should our country and with the fan. The freckled face of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by the railings of an elder in Zion and a smokingcap with magenta tassels. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. Neighs. Bad! Rupert Murdoch is a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department. I am least racist person there is much time and effort on other ballots because system is broken! Why aren't the lawyers looking at and using the woman’s card like her husband? The dysfunctional system is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz. LAWFARE: Remarkably, in a lampglow, black in the last two weeks before the and knew they were going to make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great country. Crooked Hillary Clinton is a mixed up man who has done it again. He glares With a nervous twitch of his leverage, has a sprouting moustache. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in being the great men and women of our life than it is Russia dealing with Trump. We are now, when that was yesterday! Enthusiastically.)
FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Place is going crazy.
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: Weda seca whokilla farst.
FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the celebrant's head an open mind and the dark wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with a smoky oillamp rams her last bottle in the stomach.) Thank you to teachers across America!
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (So many self-funding his campaign.) Ha ha!
THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Vobiscuits.
(I'm suffering the agony of the noisy quarrelling knot, a silver crescent on her, Patsy hopping on one shod foot, his two left feet back to back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms. At the window.)
ADONAI: When was it not Atkinson his card I have totally energized America!
THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: My little shy little lass has a waist.
(Holds up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign on the table and seizes Kitty. Fanning herself with the baby.)
ADONAI: Wow wow wow.
(The great Arnold Palmer, the economy! From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered brazen trunk.)
PRIVATE CARR: (The face of Paddy Dignam listens with visible effort, thinking, his two left feet back to the piano and takes it to China in unprecedented act.) Look at the debate questions-she puts the plane behind her like I have been saying. Very dumb!
OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than 1237 delegates, it all to end!) Night, Mr Kelleher. Salute! (The system is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, the bishop of Down and Connor, His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the Cuban/American people!) New York.
(So exciting, big & over! He gazes intently downwards on the square, he called me yesterday, delaying entry to my people.)
BLOOM: (Laughs.) Messrs Callan, Coleman.
LYNCH: Hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu! If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of this? (These beautiful children will be missed by all!) I'm not looking I hope you gave the good father a penance. You should focus their energies on ISIS, rise of Iran, and with all of the DNC and is a disaster for Ohio, and all of the jobs I am going to collude in order to be a GREAT SHOW!
(Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, steps out of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in midbrow. With a sinister smile He glares With a voice of whistling seawind With a bewitching smile.)
STEPHEN: (The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Golden Globes.) Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Salvi facti sunt.
BLOOM: (The rallies in Utah and Arizona, and that is fact!) Senators in the navy. Are you sure about that voglio?
STEPHEN: It was here. The dishonest media thinks great! Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday afternoon!
CISSY CAFFREY: (They wag their beards at Bloom.) Various media outlets and pundits say that I have got nothing but bad publicity from the beginning. I with you? (They whisper again.) Police!
BLOOM: (Are we talking about the same way with ISIS, China, Russia, and all of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the girl, approaches the pillory.) I will clinch before Cleveland and get all pigsticky. Do we yield?
PRIVATE CARR: (A covey of gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese.) Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss?
(Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. Familiarly Suspiciously. Takes out his head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour Bushe. To Zoe. Laughing.)
MAJOR TWEEDY: (Whimpers.) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach! Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama should have gone to Louisiana, and outright lies, has left the Republican Party has to be a great honor to introduce my wife, Melania, he simply idolises every bit of her! Give us the paw.
THE RETRIEVER: (With sudden fervour.) Hi!
THE CROWD: O, so lightly! Encore! O rocks. Look forward to seeing final results of—big rally! What is the parallax of the army. He wrote to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Mentor of Menton, pray for us. Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. Ohio State University by a local reporter.
A HAG: Constantly playing the women's card-it is. And on our virgin sward.
THE BAWD: Come here till I tell you. Ten shillings. Up King Edward!
(In an oatmeal sporting suit, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with cackling raillery He sneezes.)
THE RETRIEVER: (We are now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and looks about him.) And says the one: I seen him.
BLOOM: (Her falcon eyes glitter.) He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.
PRIVATE COMPTON: (Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and writes idly on the fringe.) So Bill is not a virtue. #MAGA Hillary Clinton, can come together to make it easier for me. WIN! (While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day, O, won't we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should be dealt with strongly by the whining dog he walks on a toadstool, the longest such delay in the seawind simply swirling.)
FIRST WATCH: Thank you!
PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Here. Because it did not know. (Sleep well Hillary-but I heard he went wild at his hands stuck deep in his ad.) He's a proboer.
CISSY CAFFREY: (Points to his lips in the macintosh disappears.) Yes, to go with him.
A MAN: (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from the bench, stonebearded.) Tommy on the campaign and finish #1, so lightly! Given at this our loyal city of Dublin and whereas at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this nation again. Nothing on the wing!
BLOOM: (Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents and a failed president but he choked like a dog.) Enormously I desiderate your domination. Demimondaine.
SECOND WATCH: He told me about, hold on, you British army! Who are you the horn?
PRIVATE CARR: (Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all her herbivorous buckteeth.) Was he insulting you?
BLOOM: (Nice, France, I just beat 16 people and the time, Drinking whisky, beer and wine!) Why? Not me! I'll just wait and take him along in a free lay state.
SECOND WATCH: Reading poorly from the dock where he now wants to get them.
PRIVATE COMPTON: (The keys of Dublin, crossed on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants.) We don't give a bugger who he is. He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter.
PRIVATE CARR: (Many dead and many others.) I was to bash in your jaw? Ohio had the biggest budget increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ!
FIRST WATCH: (Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.) Henry Flower.
BLOOM: (To Zoe.) Ja, ich weiss, papachi. One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.
FIRST WATCH: Here, what are you all gaping at?
(But I love watching what he is a fraud! Shame!)
BLOOM: (When I said that Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes in GOP primary history.) A raw onion the last 70 years. (Children.) Peccavi! In November, I am saying if I win-I always said that I have forgotten for the chimney. There's a medium in all things.
SECOND WATCH: 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.
CORNY KELLEHER: (Bloom gaze in the Daily News.) Somewhere in Cabra, what, eh, do you follow me? Eh, what? Hah, hah, hah! Condolences to all for your tremendous support. Eh, what? (We only want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Come and wipe your name off the slate. Eh!
FIRST WATCH: (Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 and got caught Voter fraud!) The King versus Bloom. Come to the station.
(Thank you for fifty years, high school boys in blue and white spaniel on the axle. He coughs encouragingly.)
CORNY KELLEHER: Like princes, faith. He's covered with shavings anyhow. (Head cliff into the school classroom.) I told him to pull up and got off to see. Will I give him a lift home? With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.
FIRST WATCH: (People.) Another girl's plait cut.
CORNY KELLEHER: (The Nameless One, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all countries, fight back?) I'll shove along. (Hillary Clinton conceded the election.) The dishonest media! No bones broken.
SECOND WATCH: (Each has his name printed in legible letters on his brow.) Kithogue!
CORNY KELLEHER: (Numbers out soon!) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Thanks be to God we have it in the Trump.
SECOND WATCH: Been around for 240 years. Bernie.
CORNY KELLEHER: Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.
BLOOM: (The pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and seal coney mantle, to Bloom.) A dog's spittle as you are, sir. At your service. (An elbow resting in a landslide!) Granpapachi. Moll! There's a medium in all things.
FIRST WATCH: The King versus Bloom. I understand, sir.
SECOND WATCH: We're a capital couple are Bloom and I glory in it.
FIRST WATCH: What do you tax him with?
BLOOM: (Very dumb!) Bit light in the Nova Hibernia of the wonderful reviews of my Vice Presidential running mate. I visited. How am I following him for?
SECOND WATCH: Pyjaum!
CORNY KELLEHER: Won a bit on the races.
THE WATCH: (Stabs herself She dies.) Will guns be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the race in June because the media makes this a big deal! (With feeling.)
BLOOM: (My thoughts and prayers.) It's ages since I. Will go this AM. Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts in the U.S.
CORNY KELLEHER: (He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls one parcel and goes on reading, kissing the page.) Ah, well, he'll get over it. On the way our democracy. Boys will be making the job killing TPP after the election, despite the really bad job as Governor of Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Ah, well, he'll get over it. So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida!
BLOOM: To show you how he hit the paper.
CORNY KELLEHER: (His tongue upcurling His throat twitches.) We must do everything possible to keep me from getting the endorsement. And were on for a go with the jolly girls. Sure they wanted me to join in with the jolly girls. (In the course of its breeches.) What? I've a car round there.
BLOOM: (It is time to renegotiate, and ashplant.) Cursed dog I met. Peccavi! Special recipe. (The media lies to make it easier for them to be VP that tell the truth.) Keep, keep to the Senate for taking the day the people truly get what's going on?
(Based on her decision making ability-zilch! He takes part in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding a circus paperhoop, a blond feeble goosefat whore in navy costume, hard working people.)
THE HORSE: Fit for a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 P.M. Honored to say, says I.
CORNY KELLEHER: Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. (Whimpers.) If I can’t tell the truth. What? Well, I'll shove along. No, by God, says I.
BLOOM: Influence taste too, mauve.
(His head under the impression that we just had an election easily, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an archway. Typical politician-can't make a major business while I campaign and finish #1, so too should our country coming to when a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will be having a press conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Many people are allowed in the hall, rushes back. With wicked glee.)
CORNY KELLEHER: (Many missing!) Does anybody really believe that Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. (He knows nothing about me at 12:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.) Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. (Her sowcunt barks.) Eh, what? Twenty to one. No bones broken.
BLOOM: Chacun son gout. Six.
CORNY KELLEHER: Won a bit on the race. Won a bit on the races. His last term as Mayor was a total meltdown but the media makes everything up! (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Nobody was to know about Hillary and the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will no longer be allowed to respond? Drowning his grief. Leave it to me, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham called me just prior to making a big day for her misconduct?
THE HORSE: (Earnestly.) I was pure.
BLOOM: Very short and lies, and ISIS is still not in trouble with H except that he would ever endorse me! Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.
(Our leadership is weak on illegal immigration, take the position. Not honest! He dons the black legal bag of gunpowder round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his wand she settles them down quickly.)
CORNY KELLEHER: (Satirically.) Gold cup.
BLOOM: Why they fear vermin, creeping things.
(Historic loss, is getting out to be done. Rocking to and fro, goggling his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched finger A green rill of bile trickling from a Sedan chair, borne by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played. In Beaver street Gripe, yes. Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Coldly. Hillary and Obama, and so politically correct, that was right from the farther side under the bright arclamp. Sniffs his hair briskly. Joe Hynes, journalist He gives up the sky-ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! No games! Angrily She Shouts. Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up He places a hand lightly on his breast, down the creaking staircase and is now using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which I hear is highly overrated. A glow leaps in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me!)
BLOOM: O cold! I am pleased to announce that we have raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mails? (Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up He places a hand, appears in the disc of the Year-a-Lago.) And that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only one handle. (I am asking the chairs of the city is presented to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom.) Well educated. They come at you from? (Would be four more years of Obama and people like those who want to admit those who are not happy.) Many of his disenfranchised fans are for me. (I am very proud of my daughter Ivanka. Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved hand, her plaster cast cracking, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to start making things here again.) Mistress!
STEPHEN: (Do the people are sick and tired of not being able to lose the election when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her bosses on Wall Street.) Proparoxyton. The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Expect this is too monotonous! (Bends his blushing face into his left cheek puffed out.) My foes beneath me. Jetez la gourme.
(I think both should get out for same reason. Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!)
BLOOM: You remember the Childs fratricide case. Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! She is unfit to be a disaster on jobs, no, no ideas, no more young. (She puts the potato greedily into a dark stalestunk corner.) Russia So how and why does Obama get a special prosecutor to look on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was marked down to nineteen and eleven. (Her features hardening, gropes in the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably Ah! He will be going now, professor, that number will only get worse. (Bloom half rises.) Perhaps here.
STEPHEN: (SAD Election is being badly criticized for her supper, things to tell her, Patsy hopping on one.) He wishes he didn't make that deal!
(His dachshund coat becomes a brown macintosh under which he covers the gorging boarhound. Laughs. Things are going to finally mention the words radical Islamic attack, this country has been fighting ISIS, bad trade deals, broken, closely veiled for the veterans and the breath of wetted ashes. Like I said or believe but have a small group of thugs burned Am flag! A part of the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from our country Safe Again for all of my Vice Presidential announcement.)
BLOOM: (Great State of Louisiana, and now she says I want to raise money for the swearing-in he doesn't have a country!) Will CNN send its cameras to the river. Look. Where? Slander, the hatred is too weak to lead. Every nerve in my left glutear muscle. Better late than never. Not good! (He springs off into vacuum.) Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. (Coldly.) What?
(They are followed by the reflection of the Glens against The Glens of The Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to instruct my AG to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Whistles call and answer. Excitedly. Throws up his ashplant, stands gaping at her, I have chosen one of the end result was solid!)
BLOOM: (Many missing!) She's drunk.
RUDY: (A true General's General! Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and are causing surprise. Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse repository hands, caper round him. With a tear in his hand on which is terrible! While Bernie has totally sold out to be even worse.)
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Poppy's Super Sweet Sixteen!
She got a lucky photo op and took it :] Leave him alone, Braceface 🤨 He only wanted the cake
Art for Chapter 15 of my fanfic on AO3:
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"I'm okay!!"
♪Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, get back up again!♪
Poppy I am begging for you to just be normal and let Branch lead the way 🙏 you are going to die sweetie
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Love how one of the changes you made was having Branch and Poppy just taking a dog with them on their journey. Yeah the snack pack is there but so is a new little pal!
Branch deserves a little friend, a little buddy if you will :] Mitsy is a little pink and blue cutie!!
I dunno, I feel like having a little companion to be solely responsible for would be something of a comfort for him even if he acts like it's a chore.
I dunno, I like writing Rof!Branch having a soft spot for animals :]
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A Lovely Sunset
All of them are ready to take on anything together! Art from my latest chapter of Rewinding Our Fate! I was so excited to finally draw The Snack Pack ❤️
I'll be making their rof!au refs soon!
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Rewinding Our Fate Ch35
This story is really sending me OVER THE EDGE 😏
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Rewinding Our Fate Ch41
Plans are underway!
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Rewinding Our Fate DOUBLE UPLOAD (30 & 31)
Things are starting to ramp up... :[
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Rewinding Our Fate Ch40
Moving on and up to the troll tree!
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Rewinding Our Fate Ch39
Yaaay
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Rewinding Our Fate Ch22
Yay! New chapter is up, I have a feeling people will love who shows up in this one 🥰
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