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[clambuoyance]

[DC] doodled these two a lot this week

#clam draws #dc #kon el #kontent #Conner kent #superboy #cassie sandsmark #wonder girl #this started bc I was thinking about how they have similar outfits and parallel journeys to like masculinity and femininity I think #and part of it is due to the differences in 2000s and 90s culture but also I think this is geoffs fault #like perhaps Cassie does get euphoria from presenting more femme but it’s written by men who just didn’t find her appealing before #and kon well he already lost the jacket and had designs changes before tt03 but there’s still a noticeable difference I think in the way #he presents himself demeanor wise after johns #and ofc johns meant none of this but I like a silly spider am crawling over it and just making my own narrative threads p #as in like oh they’re in a new stage in their life and they have to wrestle w their identities as one does #but like eventually find a new middle ground? #like yeah I can make a narrative #but if I haddd to choose what they’d do instead like if I were in charge of tt03 and told to make them fit 2000s culture I would have at lea #at least made them grunge or smth idk . #what am I even saying #dc clamics

[jawritter]

Born Under The Wrong Sign

Part 1

Summary: Dean Winchester, hunter, killer of Gods, demons, and monster, was born as an Omega. It never felt right, and he wants a change of biology. After all, just cause it's what we're assigned, it shouldn't identify who we are...

Pairing: Omega!Dean Winchester x Alpha!Reader

Written For: @spnkinkbingo​

Square field: Omegaverse

Word Count: 1833

Beta’d By: @miss-nerd95​! Thanks again hun!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics​

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Identity Crisis? ABO Dynamics, smut, unprotected smut, mention of past abusive parents. John’s A+ parenting,  knotting, dirty talk, language, talk of sex change and presentation changes. Some self hate. I think that’s about it.

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve ever written like this one, even for ABO, and even though I’m sure they’re out there I’ve never read one quite like it. So, that being said, I’m pretty nervous about throwing this one out there for you guys! So I really do hope you enjoy it! Feedback is golden! Please do not copy my work! This is part 1, part 2 will drop later this week!!

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Being a hunter was hard, regardless of anyone's presentation. 

Dean had it a bit harder than most. It was bad enough when your father was John fucking Winchester, but if you were also born with the rare presentation of Omega, and you were a male on top of that, well, life was definitely not going to be in your favour. 

Dean had been able to hide his presentation from his father for the most part. He had presented late. He was already 19, and only just an year ago had endured his first heat, which nearly scared him to death because he had thought he was a Beta up until that point. 

Suppressants thankfully helped in keeping his scent from his Alpha father and Sammy was usually at Bobby’s most of the time. It was a lot harder to hide things from his little brother because he was with him 90 percent of the time, and had a knack to call him out when Dean was hiding something. 

Why couldn’t he just be born a Beta? Hell, nothing was better than this, was it.  

Male Omegas were rare, very rare, and usually went unwanted and almost never found a mate. It was almost impossible to find an Alpha female, because they were almost as rare as an Omega male and Dean had never been with a man before. It scared the fuck out of him that one day he might have to do just that in order to survive a heat. Then throwing pups into the equation with the life he lived and a not so supportive father? Fuck… This was bad, and he had to hide it and fight his biology as long as possible. 

The night John found him in heat in a Denver motel room when he was only 22 years old was a night he tried to respress. John had been so...angry. Dean thought he was going to beat him to death; he was so angry. How could the son of John Winchester be a Beta after all? That was unacceptable. 

It took almost a year for his father to look him in the eye again, and he had to work extra hard to prove that he could still follow orders, and could still hunt. It took him even longer to prove that his Omega presentation didn’t make him weaker than the Alphas they hunted with as well, and that he could hold his own. 

Dean was larger than any male Omega they had ever seen, and that was a good thing.  It meant John could hide the fact that his son was an Omega from other hunters. He was also just as strong as any Alpha male, and could carry himself with the same dominating demeanor when he needed too. It was a prodigy of being a child of war really. Cause that’s what this was, wasn’t it? War? 

Years after John’s death, when Dean was around 35, he met you. 

At first, he thought you were another Omega because you were too small and petite for an Alpha. That was until he caught your scent anyway. It threw him into an immediate heat, and he knew you were his. You took a little convincing, but after a while you came around to claiming your Omega. It was the first real knot Dean had ever taken, you made sure to keep his claiming mark low, because an Omega male hunter around other hunters was probably the equivalent of a black spot on a pirate. They would surely stop respecting him, if not kill him. 

For years now, whenever Dean’s heat would come close, the two of you would go and hide away in one of Bobby’s old cabins so that you could take care of your Omega, and he’d be safe during his heat. 

Pups were not an option for a hunter, regardless of whether the Omega was male or female. It just wasn’t wise. Dean was absolutely not for having pups, being knotted was nothing more than a means to an end for him, and he worked extra hard to keep up with all birth control. You even made sure to take it yourself, because being a female Alpha, you still oddly ran the risk of pregnancy, even if it were rare and a lot harder than it was for Dean to get pregnant, with him wanting no slips whatsoever. It was just too dangerous. 

Normally you got through Dean’s heat without much trouble, in fact you enjoyed your time during them with him. It was the only time Dean would ever let his guard down and let you take care of him the way an Alpha should of their Omega. 

This time though, it was different. The fever was a lot higher than usual. Dean was a lot more needy, and this heat was long, longer than his average anyway, and even Dean was getting frustrated. 

As you lay on the bed next to him now, your knot still holding his body in place to your own, and your fingers brushing through his sweat dampened hair, you couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. Honestly, it killed you. You wanted to make it better for him. 

You’d reverse the roles if you could. You really would. You wouldn’t mind being an Omega, because in truth you hated being a female Alpha. There was no respect there as an Alpha, and it was tiring. 

“You know, people are born the wrong genders. Males can sometimes identify as females and vice versa all the time. Do you think it’s possible to be born with the wrong presentation?” Dean asked, his voice low, as if he was ashamed of even thinking of the question. 

You knew how Dean felt about his presentation, but you never would have guessed he would  ask you that question, and for a moment it stumped you. Slowly, as to not hurt him, you withdrew his length from your body as your knot subsided, not bothering to get dressed because you knew he was going to need you again in less than an hour. 

“Dean, I don’t know,” you told him honestly. “I mean, there’s a lot more than hormones and physical attributes that make up your presentation. It’s not as simple as a few operations and some hormone replacement therapy to change your biology. It’s something that’s part of you on a molecular level. I mean, what people who go through those types of changes is anything but easy, and they are damn brave for doing them, but as far as a presentation? I don’t know babe. That seems almost impossible.”

A high pitched whine escaped from his lips before he nuzzled deeper into your hair, and you couldn’t tell if it was his heat making him uncomfortable again, or if he was just that disappointed. 

“If I ever found a way, would you still love me?” he asked, and you felt as if you had been kicked in the face. How could you not love him? He was a part of you. He was your everything, and if he found a way to change his presentation you wouldn’t love him any less if it made him happier. Hell, you’d love to change yours too! So how could he even ask you that question? What had you done wrong for him to think that?

“Dean,” you coo, coaxing him out of your neck where he was scenting you and forcing him to look at you. 

You could see the Omega beneath was already crawling it’s way back towards the surface, and his cock was already twitching against your thigh, so you rolled him over on his back and start licking and kissing your way down his body until you reach his throbbing length, taking him in your hands and pumping him slowly before giving the tip a few kitten licks; reveling in the groan that fell from his lips. 

“I’d love you no matter what presentation you would be. You know damn well I’d love to change mine if I could. How could I hate you. You’re mine. You were literally created for me, and whether I’m calling you Alpha, Omega or Beta makes no difference to me,” you tell him earnestly before taking his length as deep into your mouth as you could, sucking until he was clawing at the sheets beneigh thim. 

“Fuck Alpha! Please! I need your knot,” Dean whimpered as he keened and arched into your touch as you licked your way up his torso to his lips, giving him a taste of himself as you captured his lips in yours before you sunk down on his ready length; swallowing up his little moans as you did . 

“Gonna take good care of you Omega, and after this heat is over, we will see what we can do about that presentation problem. I promise.”

Dean's groans and grunts turned into a deep moan as you started to ride him earnestly, rising and falling on his cock at a faster pace with each passing minute. You ran your fingers over the pebbled skin of his chest as goose bumps arose with every wave of pleasure that racked through his body. God he was so beautiful, it was almost painful. 

“You like that, baby,” you purred, leaning down long enough to run your tongue over his claiming mark, making him keen and grip your lips bruisingly. “Like the thought of me spread out real pretty for you, begging for your knot.”

“Fuck Alpha,” Dean cried, shuddering underneath you as you slowled your hips to an agonlizingly slowly roll over his, teasing him, and dragging out his release before your knot could lock you together again. 

“Bet you do like that don’t you? Bet you would love to have fucking spread open on your knot, milking you and letting you fill me with your pups; calling me a good little Omega.”

Dean’s orgasm raced through his body as he cried out, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as your knot locked the two of you in place, and your own release made you breathless. 

You helped Dean ride out his high, and when he fully came down, he slid the two of you on your sides so that you could lay there comfortably until you were able to release him. 

“I love you Dean, I always will,” you promised him. “When this is over, I'll do everything in my power to fulfill my promise.”

Dean nuzzled into your hold, and you could feel his body instantly start to cool as his heat finally waned, allowing him to fall into an almost immediate sleep. 

People should be identified by their genders, they should have the right to say when something feels off or different. Why should Dean and yourself be subjected to a biology that you don’t belong to. 

There had to be a way, and you wouldn’t stop until you found it.

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[blissfulalchemist]

9, 12, 14, 21, 22 and 24 for John and Cat ☺️

Thank you Lydia! Sorry this took a hot minute, but a few of these were better and easier written on a keyboard and the laptop we have is still MIA. But thank you for letting me talk about them!

9. How open are they with their feelings?

Once together they are very open with all their feelings. Before that though they were and they weren’t. See here’s the thing Cat is very much someone that has their heart on their sleeve and while she can hold back, it’s only so far. She by default is open with her emotions and feelings, however she didn’t always speak on everything that she was feeling which allowed her to sort of just keep them away or found ways to write off certain reactions to things. Her distrust for the Seeds wasn’t held back so much but she never tried to let on just how much she was scared of them. John as we all know is a master manipulator and doesn’t show emotions when he feels in control of situations. With Cat it became a balancing act of how much he should fake and how much should be left genuine in order to gain some form of trust with her and have her open up to him, as the more she opened up the more likely he was going to find out just how to get her to assimilate to Eden’s Gate. It was through this constant game of hide and seek with emotions that the two eventually caught real feelings and became more open after that.

12. Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal?

Truly when you get down to the heart of their goals they are very similar. For all of John’s more aggressive methods there’s the motive to help people and create a safer and better world for everyone. He wants better than what he had. Cat chose her career path because of the same reasons. She tries to promote that while in Eden’s Gate, doing a little more than what John was able to accomplish among the locals (though we can blame this on Cat’s unthreatening demeanor and height). When it came to fights about the methods that were being used to fulfill the confession aspect of joining Eden’s Gate neither really wanted to budge on their opinion, eventually though they came to the compromise that it should be a choice to have the more physical route or a less physical route where people were able to just talk it out and have the sin placed where it wouldn’t hurt that badly to the person or not at all if they fulfilled other duties that would count towards the same atonement. Now once Cat was gone the old methods resumed and those that didn’t have a sin got one.

14. Is their anything they associate with each other?

For John it was the wedding ring that he got for Cat once they started to have a true relationship along with a few of the small dried out wildflower bouquets that got left around the house and office. John kept the ring closest to him and upon finding out Chance stole it he did double down his efforts to finding him as he desperately wanted the ring back, Faith does eventually convince Chance to give it back. 

For Cat it’s the birthday gift that John gave her outside the Spread Eagle. She wasn’t allowed to have it while hospitalized and once she got out she wore it almost everyday until she felt and knew that there was no way that she could get back together with John. It does stay where she can see it on her nightstand. If Liz ever asked about it she would tell her that it was from her father but wouldn’t elaborate on the details. 

21. Personally, do you think they are a good couple? 

I had….so many intentions to make them a better couple when I first joined the fandom and developed their story. However as time went on and Cat became more developed they aren’t a good couple in the sense of it being healthy as there are many unhealthy things about it, however! as a dynamic though! Yes they are a good couple.

These two are very much living and presenting lies when they first interact and meet. The two, though mostly John, egg the other on to bring about parts of themselves neither want to see to the forefront. When they come to a middle ground it starts to look a little more obsessive especially when John gives her up to let her attempt to go back to a normal life with Theo. John doesn’t really leave her be, leaving gifts for her, speaking to her, seeking her out, and still telling her that he loves her. Vice versa Cat has a more subtle obsession with him for a long time with her seeking him out, asking him for advice, and making decisions that keep her and those she cares about in Hope County in the hopes of John joining them (really it’s because she can’t come to being okay with being away from John).

Once embracing the Mary Seed persona her clingy-ness to John is much more apparent. She takes on this role with the sole purpose of making a better life for her and John that will guarantee she never lose John prematurely like she lost Theo. She adores being at his side and just being with him, so much so that when he sends her away once again for good Cat does everything she can to contact him, escape to him, and just be with him. It’s these behaviors that have many professionals telling her that John’s affection for her was fake and induced by Bliss (which granted played a very small role with it just being around and having a background effect that just kept her a little more open really). With John it does turn into trying to get her back while also keeping away from his mistake and in a way finishing what she started. Once in the real world again John never fails to try and re-establish their relationship. 

He keeps his distance for a long time but knowing that eventually Liz will have questions and will try to seek out the answers, which is where he will slither his way back into Cat’s life. He does go to lengths to try and ask her to be with him again and Cat wants to, truly she wants too but she knows how bad it got and doesn’t want to risk losing Liz as it would feel as bad, if not worse, than when she lost her first child. There was no untangling them from the other once they came together, but thankfully Cat’s stubborn in keeping her distance from John romantically. 

22. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like? 

Very back and forth with how they play off of their good and bad qualities. Cat may not have had the same experience as John but she has the empathy and patience to help him and work through it. Once there is some trust between them, John no longer really holds back his displeasure and anger outbursts and image is everything so he needs Cat to not look like the meek little wife that Joseph more hoped for with her. She loses her spine a bit and John pushes her to stand up for herself with everyone and not just him. Vice versa John can become too much as she offers the different perspective and calms him down so he can get a better grip on his emotions and work through them, even if he’s only a calmer and nicer version of himself around her only.

24. Is their any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt? 

God okay so I headcanoned John to be a Leo in my story because the real change for John is when Cat makes a little private birthday celebration for him, despite how much of a jerk he had been to her prior. Cat knowing that there hadn’t really been much in the way of birthday parties for the Seeds takes to making a nice dinner of what she can manage of John’s favorite meal and makes a nice cake for him with the best she can manage decoration wise as she’s no artist. She makes this little empty cabin the destination of it and decorates it to feel fancier than it is. There’s music in the background on a radio and eventually they just kind of dance under the stars and moonlight and its just so! God its just so soft and probably one of the most self indulgent parts of their story.

#x: tribulation #Thank you again Lydia! #also not me almost forgetting that I had this ready to post Thursday 😅

[reallifejedi]

Symbiote AU Drabbles - 02

“Screw you, Rudolph. I want my lawyer.” Butters felt like he was swimming in sweat as Detective Rudolph stared at him from across the table. “I want my lawyer, and I want my phone call.”

“If you were under arrest, those things would both be duly appointed you,” said Rudolph, his face neutral enough but for the glittering malice Waldo could imagine was behind those dark eyes. “As it is, this is more of a formal inquiry.”

Waldo swallowed hard, blinking as a trickle of sweat rolled down from his temple. The room was hot. He felt like he was on the edge of another anxiety attack, and knew he looked a mess. Sweaty, a little vomit still on his scrubs from when he’d been unable to hold in his panic.

This was bad. He’d tried to call Harry, but hadn’t gotten an answer. He should have tried Murphy, but the Sergeant was probably asleep. He was alone, waiting for Brioche and whoever else from Internal Affairs who had a massive bug up their ass about SI and anything to do with spooky things to bring the hammer down.

All in all, his goose was cooked. 

“What kind of formal inquiry involves an interrogation room at a precinct somewhere and a guard at the door, Rudolph? In case you missed it, I’m not fighting anyone.”

“No,” he said mildly. “But there are concerns. Avenues to be followed. Once your superior clears it, there are also clauses in your contract to be upheld.”

Waldo felt as though something icy cold had slipped in his stomach. He’d been over his contract plenty of times, and knew exactly what this entailed. Any signs of unstable behavior, probable cause to suggest drug addiction or mental incompetence, and he’d be getting escorted to a drug test by an orderly and welcomed right back into Lakeshore with a heaping side of gas lighting.

“I’m not insane! And I’m not on drugs!”

“We will follow all avenues to ensure you are of sound body and mind, Dr. Butters.”

Panic twisted in his gut again. Three more months, probably. Lose his job this time? Definitely. Disgrace waited him, maybe even losing his license-  

He needed his lawyer, he needed Stallings, and he needed Murphy. And he needed Harry, though when it came to the coming legal battles Harry wouldn’t be the help he needed. 

A sudden, powerful urge for action washed over him. What he needed was to escape. Without real consideration, Waldo tilted his head, eyes canting over to the officer on guard. His eyes dropped to the weapon at his hip, then back up at the plain steel door behind him with its tiny reinforced window of glass, before looking at the two-way mirror for the first time.

He looked a damn mess. His hair was sweaty, sticking to his forehead in places, and sticking up in clumps in others. His skin had taken on a flushed, hectic hue that made him wonder if he was sweating for more than just nervousness, like his immune system was trying to fight a bug. 

He focused on his reflection, considering how thin the pane of glass might be. A quarter inch, perhaps, at most? The force that would take to shatter it would perhaps take sixty pounds of force-

He blinked. Was he really considering that? He couldn’t break glass. 

“What exactly do you think I’m guilty of, detective?”

“We simply think you may be in need of a sabbatical or observation, for your own protection,” he said with mock-gentleness.

We need to put you in the loony bin again, he translated mentally, to get what we want out of you.

It took effort not to bare his teeth.

The phone in Rudolph’s pocket vibrated. Waldo blinked, staring at it. Who had a phone that buzzed that loud? That had to be obnoxious to have on you all day long.

Rudolph took it from his pocket, considered the screen a moment, and excused himself. Waldo said nothing, watching him go and resisting the urge to dive for the open door. The quiet, stoic uniformed officer shut the door and remained in place. 

I am definitely under some kind of detainment, he thought. If that was Brioche calling, it was going to get even worse. He’d be sent to Lakeshore for ‘his own good’ unless he rolled on someone. Probably Sergeant Murphy. Maybe Harry. A little quid pro quo.

Aggression spiked in his chest and Waldo clenched his hands under the desk into tight fists. He had to calm himself down before he had another panic attack, or did something stupid. He had to. This would be fine. They couldn’t hold him, couldn’t prove he’d done anything worse than try to move a body without an orderly present. If the security guard didn’t roll on him - and he shouldn’t, it was David, David was a decent guy - he’d be out in quick order. Then Stallings and Murphy and his lawyer would help him out, and he’d consider sending his resume around again.

It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, it’ll-

The door opened again and instead of turning he looked back to the reflection in the glass. Rudolph was smiling. 

“I know you’re anxious, Dr. Butters, but we’ve got some people coming to look after you,” he said in that same fake-gentle tone of his. “Once they’ve given you a look over, we’ll decide our course of action.”

“You mean once they put me in their special scrubs and take my glasses away,” he said with a snap, fists tightening further until he thought his knuckles might pop. “And then you figure you’ll have intimidated me enough into giving you information on SI or Murphy.”

“I never said that. But it would be wise to cooperate, make it easy on yourself. Any drug charges,” he said this smugly, “can be carefully considered.”

He thinks I’m hopped up on PCP or cocaine. Great. Just fucking-

He surprised himself with the curse, but didn’t say anything at once. He had to swallow down the bile, the nausea, the pure whitehotrage that he never felt, but apparently wasn’t able to rid himself of.

“You can take your drug test and your orderlies or whoever you’ve called,” said Waldo, steeling himself, “and shove it up where the sun doesn’t shine. I want my lawyer. I want my phone call. And I want proper medical attention. A doctor that I pick. I think I may have gotten infected by something off that John Doe.”

Rudolph snorted. “You think you’re turning into a zombie, now?”

Waldo repressed the reflexive shiver at the idea, but didn’t turn his gaze away like he normally might have. “No. But you can see the way I have a fever. You really want to be unprotected with me, in this room? No masks?”

The detective’s demeanor shifted, as if he was weighing the idea, put off guard in the face of medical knowledge he didn’t have.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, Waldo drew in a deep breath and coughed in his direction, making sure he made as large a cloud of droplets with his breath as possible, no hand over his mouth.

Rudolph was across the room in a matter of seconds, the officer on guard following. The lock clicked in the door.

Waldo stared at it, looking up at the window, and then turned back to the desk. He put his hands on top of the metal table, and watched the way it fogged around his fingertips. Sweat trickled down his back.

I am really sick, he thought. 

That meant he should be going to get tested. Go to the doctor. But he had a feeling what he had wasn’t going to be solved with a doctor. It would probably be solved with a Wizard, though. 

He just had to get out.

Which meant he had to be calm and wait for his chance… whatever that ended up being. 

As he put his head down to try and think, still staring at the fake mirror across from him, his stomach growled.

#transformative works; drabbles #symbiote au #//did you think i was off my bullshit #//because i am not

[davidmann95]

Regarding the follow two characters I'll name, who do you believe the superior hero in terms of personality, history, and contribution to public awareness: Barry Allen or (Original) Wally West?

In terms of pubic awareness, Barry. He’ll be in a movie soon, and while I don’t know how well the Justice League cartoon did compared to The Flash, he was called Wally in there maybe 3 times total over the course of the series, and we saw his unmasked face about as many times. Add in Barry’s upcoming movie presence, and it’s a lock. History-wise Wally, he’s had something like 90% of the best Flash comics.

For who’s actually better though? That’s slightly more complicated. If I had to actually come down on it, I’d say Wally’s better as a character in a standalone context, but Barry’s increasingly better-suited to the perpetually ongoing role of a superhero in a shared universe.

Yes, Wally’s better. Obviously Wally’s better. I’m not of the opinion that Barry’s a total stick in the mud, but he will never, ever have a moment as good as “YOU’RE NO BARRY ALLEN!” He’s got a fantastic arc from awed kid to dumb teen in over his head to finally able to fill his mentor’s boots to just one of the guys on the Justice League, his basic demeanor and personality is really relatable, and with the likes of Mark Waid, Grant Morrison, Mark Millar and Geoff Johns in his corner, he was a consistent creative powerhouse for over a decade.

…but it’s no coincidence that his best moment ever is about Barry Allen. Even more than say Dick Grayson to Bruce Wayne or Bucky Barnes to Steve Rogers, Wally as a character is intensely tied in to Barry and his life. His motivation is to be like Barry, his legacy is one Barry set on the grandest scale possible by dying to save all of reality and that he feels no need to break the mold of, he mostly fights Barry’s enemies or their successors. There is no Wally West without Barry Allen, not just historically but on a profound personal level, and much like Superman in the first season of Supergirl it sets Barry up as the invisible god of the Flash’s world, never present but the One True Hero who Wally will always inevitably be measured against, even once he ostensibly surpasses him. His tenure as the Flash is defined by his struggle to be THE Flash when that role is already taken. And while that leads to some phenomenal stories, once he finally, unquestionably fills those boots once and for all in Return of Barry Allen…his story arc is kind of done. He’s still likable, he’s still fun, and you can still tell great superhero stories springing off of those qualities, but his overriding personal conflict has been more-or-less definitively resolved. It’s no coincidence that Waid eventually brought in the rest of the family and the Speed Force as plot drivers, as well as Cobalt Blue to recenter Barry, Johns put arguably the bulk of his attention on the Rogues, and even Waid on his comeback tour couldn’t quite make it work again with the kids and the new setup. Much like Jack Knight and Tommy Mohnaghan, he had A Story, and it’s done, even if it’d be fun to see them pop in now and again as part of the larger DCU.

Barry on the other hand took longer to figure out - I don’t think anyone’s ever totally nailed him on all fronts - but he’s really come into his own over the last few years thanks to the CW show. He’s dorky and charming in there in a way that works, he has real chemistry with Iris, his supporting cast is excellent, and even Johns’ incorporation of the Reverse Flash into his origin works well in there, as part of a season-long mystery with equally critical repercussions in the present rather than a single cheap plot twist for the sake of unearned pathos as it was originally presented.

The other half of it though, the conceptual half that makes him fire as a superhero that was largely lost long before they finally got the personal half of things, is that he’s One Of Us. He didn’t just become Flash because it’s a snappy name, he did it because it was his hero’s name as a kid when he read about him in comics (or about his adventures decades earlier as part of the JSA post-Crisis, which while it preserves him as a more distant inspirational figure to Barry than Barry to Wally, isn’t nearly as fun). He’s the reverse Spider-Man, the everyman who got superpowers who saw all his dreams come true, and his dorkiness and social awkwardness, and what his general nerdiness brings him for both good and ill - which could easily be tied into into the whole “move forward” idea they like to harp on for him these days - is what ties him into us, the readers. He’s the fanboy who made good, just like his eventual successor but in a completely different context. If you paired those takes together I think you’d finally have a proper powerhouse character on your hands, and while there isn’t the kind of emotional force behind that as Wally coming to terms with the death of a loved one, Barry dealing with his own internal qualities and problems is probably more sustainable in the context of a neverending superhero universe than Wally coming to terms with the passing of a single figure who remains of equal or greater in-universe importance to himself long after he’s gone. Maybe that’ll change with the TV and current comics Wally growing into their own, but for now, I think that’s how things stand.

#Flash #Barry Allen #Wally West #DCTV #Opinion

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ashwoodrpg application; Moses Lazuli

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias:

Jasper

Age:

19

Timezone:

CST

Preferred Pronouns:

they/them

RP Experience:

10 years

Activity Level:

Still about an hour every other day, just split between two characters. Who knows the second character might make me more active!

Anything Else?:

Nope!

IC INFORMATION:

Name:

Moses Lazuli

Age:

24

Faceclaim:

John Boyega

Character Quote:

“A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men.”

Job:

Owner of Ashwood Library

How long have they been living in town?:

Ashwood Native

Character Biography:

History- Moses was a child of love and imagination. His mother, Naomi, was an astute librarian working in her parents library in Ashwood, and his father, Abe, was a whimsical poet from Africa traveling the world to find inspiration. When the two met it was like fireworks had gone off and filled the world with a thick smoke drowning out everything but each other. Much to Naomi’s parent’s dismay, it wasn’t long after the two met that Naomi became pregnant with her first child. While Abe was excited at the prospect of having child, his wild nature caused him to flee, not wanting to be held down by any commitments. Naomi was devastated the day Abe left her, but she was strong, hard working, and vowed to raise her child right.

It was important to Naomi that Moses be raised to accept responsibility, and work hard to get places in life. Moses spend his childhood days studying hard in school, and the nights filling his head with all kinds of stories from the library his mother inherited after her parents passed away. As Moses grew older he became more and more like his father, at least according to Naomi who was quick to scold Moses for any behavior that reminded her of Abe. To combat his behaviors Naomi put Moses in every after school business program she could find, hoping the creatively oppressive environment would fix him.

By the time Moses was getting ready for college the two had been at each other’s throats for years. Moses resented Naomi for chasing his father away, and Naomi resented Moses for chasing her lover away. Things reached their breaking point when Moses told Naomi that he wanted to attend the University of Iowa for Creative Writing. Moses had been offered a full ride to Stanford for business earlier in the year for his exemplary GPA and after school activities. The fight ended with Moses and Naomi not talking, and Moses going to Stanford.

Moses hated every moment he spent at Stanford, and while he was always a good student the boy’s social life was always more wild than his classmates. He was spend all night partying, coming to class the next morning drunk and high. It was a miracle he did well in college, especially when his classmates were surprised he even  graduated. After college is was easy for Moses to get a job, so easy in fact that the prospect bored him. He moved to New York and would work at fortune 500 company for a few months before he would just stop showing up. It wasn’t until he got a phone call from his mother, someone he hadn’t talked to in five years, that his life gained some structure once again.

Naomi had gotten cancer while Moses was at college, and her phone call was to tell him that she was dying- quickly. Moses took the next plane out to Ashwood to see his mom is the hospice. It pained him to see her all alone in her final days. They spent the next three days recounting their lives- what had happened to each of them since they had parted ways and stopped talking. Apologies were said, hugs were exchanged, and then Naomi told Moses four words he would never forget “I’m ready to die.” Seeing he wasn’t happy with the life he was living, Naomi made Moses promise that he was stay in Ashwood and take care of the library. He agreed, inheriting both the library and the Lazuli family home when Naomi died.

The Present - Barely an adult, Moses is now the owner of the Ashwood Public Library, and he’s determined not to let it fail. It’s his job, his hideaway, his family- it’s his life. It’s strange for him to be back in Ashwood, but he knows a change of scene was exactly what he needs to become his true self. He spent so much time trying to be someone else that it’s going to take some getting use to for him to become himself. Moses is excited to give both his family home and the library a face lift, but worries he might be too ambitious.

Personality - Despite his calm, wise, and stoic demeanor, Moses loves to have fun. He craves spontaneity, and like a true creative he finds beauty in everything. While he tends to keep his problems to himself, he’s always ready to lend an open ear to others. A true romantic, Moses believes that the world is beautiful, and it’s up to people like him to make it that way.

#writing #bio; moe

[ulyssesredux]

Aeolous

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT WAS ROME.

—And settle down on their sleeve like the Englishman who follows in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, under enormous pressure, were partial to the four winds. In Martha.

―Might go first himself.

―Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

As the days and weeks go by, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.

―Reaping the whirlwind.

ITHACANS VOW PEN.

The United States. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more, ALL of which is in-Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it look like communards.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

H. If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? And yourself?

―Poor Penelope. Look out for same reason.

―Lord! … Trump's right to be both incompetent and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.

He began: Ay. Stephen handed over the place doing interviews, but with the great coach, Bobby Knight who last night the big fellow shoved me, sir, Stephen said.

—Wait a moment, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the youthful Moses. Let him give us our Attorney General and rest of them all!

―Median household income is down there at Butt bridge.

―Crazy Bernie, will be just as good as if they did and said: Foot and mouth?

―-He is trying to belittle. He declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh said.

THE PEN IS TURNED OUT.

Let him give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning.

―

I gave a sudden loud young laugh as a Trump WIN giving all of the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence … —Tickled the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated properly by the stomach. —That old pelters, the Childs murder case. … —Excuse me, J.J. O'Molloy said not without regret: Most pertinent question, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the public! Are you there? Cemetery put in. And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the Telegraph. Bernie S, she has been a highlight of my campaign promise.

―See it in your face. #Debate One of the two police officers up 78% this year.

Quickly he does that job. Why didn't these people vote? —Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford said, hurrying out. It was in the Southeastern United States Supreme Court.

One or Skin-the-Goat drove the car. He would have benefitted. Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said.

―—I'll go through the hoop myself.

―Sad to watch a typesetter. -I will bring jobs back to our democracy.

So many New Yorkers devastated. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the top. —Something for you, the world.

He flung the pages down.

LET US HOPE.

―Sufficient for the Iraq war, not an imperium, that was yesterday!

I think. Mr O'Madden Burke said.

Great State of Louisiana, and Crooked Hillary has said about her daughter’s wedding.

―

He laughed richly.

―The blade of a knife.

Lenehan began to turn back the pink pages of the inner door. -THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of town! Doing its level best to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Colorado.

Enough of the many wonderful things that I raised/gave $5,600,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the wilderness and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Small nines.

SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON THE HEART OF THE CROZIER AND THE WINNER.

I tell him he can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said at once to the door was pushed in. She is not mine. -Clamn dever, Lenehan said. There it is almost unanimous, I would only campaign in 3 or 4—Look at here. What was that? It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that he stood for. -Wise virgins, professor MacHugh said in quiet mockery. END! Will go this AM. He was in the small of the most delegates and many others. Crooked Hillary.

LOST CAUSES, FLO WANGLES— FOR OLD MAN MOSES.

Hard after them Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand across Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke asked.

Will soon be calling him my lord mayor. You bloody old pedagogue! Want to be the press. So terrible that Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Israel with all manner merchandise furrow the waters of the empire of the families and victims of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost overruns of the invincibles, murder in the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if he got paralysed there and no mistake! Myles, one asking the other. Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Might go first himself. Weathercocks. -Is imploding and will be fun! -Antithesis, the editor cried. Today at 3:00 A.M. today, a disciple of Gorgias, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the walk. Very dumb! J.J. O'Molloy murmured. That's what life is after all. Let's keep it going. We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a statement, they should share them with the worst president in what looks like a cock's wattles. A bit nervy. Kingdoms of this world. Stay safe! F.A.B.P. Got that? Citronlemon? JOBS! Just watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. It is meet to be the best by far in fighting terror. Crowd was fantastic! He offered a cigarette from the Evening Telegraph office.

Why? I was a nice old bag of plums between them and eat the plums? Thank you to all of the Weekly Freeman of 17 March? Big speech tomorrow with Bobby! —Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the lex talionis.

―By Jesus, she would misrepresent the facts!

As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? —What's that?

Mr Bloom stood in his receiving hands. -Where do you do that, he was on the ramparts of Vienna.

―By no manner of means.

—Imperium romanum, J.J. O'Molloy.

―Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning that I visited our Trump Tower!

―See the wheeze? No more!

―Mr Bloom said, his hat. Bladderbags.

―Holohan? As a tribute to the successful.

This tax will make our country-I see.

I mean. Look forward to the ground, seeking. I'll tell him, they say.

VIRGILIAN, ESQUIRE, FLO WANGLES-WHERE?

When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.

―Arm in arm. Arm in arm. Hooked that nicely.

You must take the will for the corporation.

―Myles, J.J. O'Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet.

X is Davy's publichouse, see?

―I knew his wife too. —And if not? An Obama pick. Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.

—What is it? What was that? What's in the small of the Irish. He said. Twentyeight.

Want to get smart and protect our Nation, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of soultransfiguring deserves to live, deserves to live.

―A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips.

-Totally out of control, more than $4 billion.

All that long business about that leader this evening? -That'll be all right, he is selling out! Now we begin our big wins in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet. Wow, reviews are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice … but at least you know? -Yes, Telegraph … To where? Airports a total disaster!

Glory be to deport the drug lords and then get non-representative delegates because they know she is the newspaper in four clean strokes.

HIS NATIVE DORIC.

―Gee! Lenehan said. The people of Guam! Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a polity. Crooked Hillary should be fun! We think of Rome, imperial, imperious, imperative.

In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says.

―Screams of newsboys barefoot in the U.S. He got NOTHING for all. Lenehan said, skipping to get in Harvard. J.J. O'Molloy murmured.

Obama Administration agreed to invest $50 billion in the hall.

―Now if he got paralysed there and no mistake! —You take my breath away. Published by authority in the fire. -Clamn dever, Lenehan said to be a GREAT SHOW! —He is sitting with a start. Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I can get it, wait, Mr Crawford, he said. A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage.

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I am President!

―A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. He handed the sheet and made a comic face and walked abreast. I mean Seymour Bushe. Third hint. Sad! I was there. He forgot Hamlet. Professor MacHugh nodded. —He wants it changed.

They should be looking into the discussion.

―… See it in your eye. Very much so, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the dusty windowpane.

They made ready to nibble the biscuit in his back pocket. Learn a lot of stuff he must ask for Federal help! Where are those blasted keys?

Yes? Ah, listen to this for years. Mr Dedalus cried, running to the Telegraph too, printer. —O yes, every time. Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all still, becalmed in short circuit. His slim hand with a bite in it. And with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford.

-Madam, I'm Adam. He has a house there too, Stephen, his eyes to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he is one of our spirit. Disgraceful! Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. Still seeking, he said. Poor Penelope. Dublin vestals, Stephen said.

Fuit Ilium! Lyin’ Ted Cruz is incensed that I was going to Indiana tomorrow in order to be V.P. A woman brought sin into the U.S. doesn't tax them or to speak. —All the talents, Myles Crawford said, hurrying out. The foreman, without comment. -One knew how to make it look like I have a clue. She should be ashamed of herself! -A total disaster!

NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR.

—F to P is the spirituality?

―-How are you now like John Philpot Curran? Jeff Flake. Ignatius Gallaher we all did it! N.C. riots!

South, pout, out, will we get?

―Then to Pennsylvania for a win! Sllt.

―A disgraceful decision! Lord!

―

-Right, Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled. —At—Racing special!

―Why wasn't this brought up before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

―

―Wellread fellow.

-Racing special! An illstarched dicky jutted up and with a word: Just another spasm, Ned Lambert nodded. Mr Dedalus said, turning. The same breath. Johnny, make room for your endorsement. Pause.

A DAYFATHER.

Come, Ned Lambert pleaded. -Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a man to atoms if they got him caught. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-shoulder w/a free & ind UK. Come along, the professor and took one himself. -Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, Chairman of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today. As the next motion on the table. We will win! Crooked Hillary has very bad. —Good day.

It was in that I want you to the railings. Look at the steps, scattering in all directions, yelling as he rang off. Actually, we will take place this year. -Earners. Looks as if they did it for him with quick grace, said with an approx. I owed it to poor Penelope. This doesn't happen if I'm president! President Obama trying to come down with the motor. Just spoke to Governor Scott. A perfect cretic! —When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor at the airslits. —The Greek! Lazy idle little schemer. Myles Crawford began on the same. Big mistake by an oracle, made for the people of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Professor MacHugh nodded. No way to San Diego, one after another, or the no fly list, or from Rathmines, Sandymount Green! They will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. I worked hard with Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the viceregal lodge, imagine! I am misquoted on women.

Look at the file. O, for one, Myles Crawford said. He said, taking out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but can you believe I lost-monster story! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Sad case. Scissors and paste. The foreman moved his scratching hand to his chin. Give the public!

A MAN MOSES.

Not me! Life is too short. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and will be bringing back their jobs. M.A.P. #MAGA Hillary Clinton is down there too.

The mastermystic? Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. The editor came from the Kilkenny People. —T is viceregal lodge, imagine! He bowed his head firmly.

People are pouring into our country. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. Innuendo of home rule. Was he short taken? —Look at here. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Look out. Just like I have not gotten involved in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said. -Not very presidential. —Well, get it into the house of bondage Alleluia. -You know Holohan?

8, she's out!

ERIN, ESQUIRE, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

―Akasic records of all that ever anywhere wherever was.

And he wants a par to call attention in the Clarence.

―Strange he never saw his real country.

His eyes bethought themselves once more.

―—As 'twere, in rose, in her own effort Thank you to everyone. Sleep well Hillary-but I say they have to defend them and lit his cigar. Former President Vicente Fox, who is railing against my visit to Mexico, to bathe our souls, as he passed in through a long face and whined, rubbing his knee: Where was that? Saving princes is a very good ratings from 4 years ago!

―Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

Today at 3:00 this afternoon for a moment, professor MacHugh responded.

―Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Shining word! Thank you Cleveland.

―All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it is sad!

―We haven't got the chance of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in. Come across yourself.

Shows me hitting shot, but the biased and phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Chicago, have impact!

—Very smart, Mr Bloom said. These are extremely dangerous people and saving the climber. Car companies coming back into his waistcoat. The professor said, hurrying out. Living to spite them. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out. Many people are equating BREXIT, and I mean. Wow! One of the anno Domini. Can that be possible? Amazing crowd. Thank you! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Or again, America! You know, councillor, Hynes said moving off.

―—Nulla bona, Jack, he said.

―I mean Seymour Bushe. —Antithesis, the phony politicians.

―Airplane departed from Paris. 'Tis the hour, methinks, when they get wind of a snowball in hell.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―Lord Salisbury? Reads it backwards first.

―He's pretty well on, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. -I see.

―You don't say so?

―Ah, curse you! It's a play on the cadge beyond.

Courts must act fast!

―It has the prophetic vision.

In ferial tone he addressed J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words deftly into the inner office.

―Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots.

Is he taking anything for it.

―Stephen: big rally.

―Myles Crawford.

―Already happening! Myles Crawford said.

―Great Again!

―Which auction rooms?

―Emperor's horses. —Yes, sir.

What is it?

Ned Lambert tossed the tissues up from the Evening Telegraph office. -They buy one and seven in coppers. -Just a moment. Way out. Poor papa with his finger on a point. Red Murray whispered.

―My rallies are not looking good, we will win!

―Proof fever.

―Where's the archbishop's letter? Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

―Mr Bloom stood in ancient Egypt and into the words. Vote Trump and end this madness! WT SO DANGEROUS!

Various media outlets and pundits say that I stood in ancient Egypt and into the street, yelling, their white papers fluttering.

My dear Myles, one after another, or from Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, all still, becalmed in short circuit. Stuart Stevens, the professor and took his trophy, saying: T is viceregal lodge, imagine! C is where murder took place. I was there. Great State of Texas! The system is totally rigged & corrupt! —Ay, a big rally! The ceiling. Leaked e-mail probe. For many years our country. -Quite right too, printer. Come along, the professor said, his blood. Against steelworkers and miners. And let our crooked smokes. -And here comes the sham squire himself! He turned towards Myles Crawford began on the breeze a mocking kite, a very weak Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for the Gold cup? They save up three and tenpence in a short par. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Three bob I lent him in Meagher's.

―I've ever seen. The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said, of the morning to ask him about planes of consciousness.

―Dublin's prime favourite. —I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! Against steelworkers and miners.

―Then you can imagine the style of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the new movement.

―Psha! Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of them by the Republican nominee! They want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O dear!

―I feel it is getting out to Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the Telegraph too, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, big & over!

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

―I saw his real country. I wonder.

―In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is hit with negative ads against me.

―Everybody is arguing whether or not it is just gone. X is Davy's publichouse, see? Aha! Mr Bloom said, staring from the U.S., but it was cancelled! Gee!

-Chip of the human form divine, that she will be in one of our people and the dog and the U.S.A.G.

-I escort a suppliant, Mr Dedalus said. -Will you join us, Myles Crawford and said quietly to Stephen: You know Gerald Fitzgibbon.

―-Come in. Good day, Jack.

HELLO THERE, VERY.

Come November 8, she's out! Everybody is arguing whether or not it is getting! Better not teach him his own business. The Army-Navy Game today. I have chosen one of our vets, end Common Core! That Blavatsky woman started it. Fires its employees, builds a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas. Mike Tyson was not even one shorthandwriter in the Star and Garter. -That is horrifying. The U.S. has a strain of it: deus nobis haec otia fecit. The professor said, DO NOT believe it?

Enough of the invincibles, murder in the transcendent translucent glow of our two major parties would take that in. -Yes?

―Mr O'Madden Burke.

―He doesn't hear it. He began: Silence!

―I see them. —That'll be all right.

―I know him, they say. Just left a great job at the bar like those fellows, like silvertongued O'Hagan.

―-He wants four more years of stupidity! Sad case. -Come, Ned.

―All the talents, Myles Crawford said. A sofa in a westend club.

Sad! The noise of two shrill voices, a straw hat awry on his knees, repeating: You can do that, Simon?

―Wouldn't know which to believe. He pushed in the archdiocese here.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

―—Out of this with you. Johnny, make room for your uncle. I can't see the Joe Miller. Bulldosing the public!

―M.A.P. -But listen to this, he said: I'll tell you.

―Obama said that. So many self-funding.

―Where are those blasted keys?

He said of it, Stephen answered blushing.

―I say NO WAY! We.

―Lord Salisbury? Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety. Beat Crooked H?

―Ireland my country. The letter is not mine. Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

ERIN, CENTRAL!

—What is our country want borders, police and Secret Service Agent for President of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of money & wealth from the case won, then they are offered all sorts of crazy charges.

―Go on.

A Hungarian it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why?

―Cabled right away. He made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece.

Where it took place.

―Everything was going swimmingly … —Eh? Even though I have always proven to be sure of his resonant unwashed teeth.

―Under the porch of the farthing press, and you'll kick. Obama. Mainly all pictures. Here we go-Enjoy!

―Funny that the imagination or the Parable of The State of Arizona. The telephone whirred inside.

He taking anything for it.

―Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that.

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

A beautiful funeral today for a strong weakness.

―-Wonderful leadership and high quality people! —Ahem! Keyes, you know, from a girl at the bar! JOBS, JOBS!

South, pout, out to be Native American.

—A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―Stephen went on, Ned. What's up?

That he had made, saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a Trump WIN giving all of the jobs I am the only candidate who is very special, the panel did not give him the leg up. Dick Adams, the professor said.

―This is good press! Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

―He turned towards Myles Crawford cried. We're in the e-mails and DNC disrespect.

Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then get non-representative delegates because they know she is nasty.

―He said. What did Ignatius Gallaher used to be Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of wonderful people living in Nazi Germany?

He took a cigarette to the brave & brilliant vote.

―AND FAST!

―The Electoral College in a Kilkenny paper.

Wait a moment at their cases.

By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth.

―Condolences to all of my top priorities.

―-Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! Always support kids! Is the editor asked. Is the editor asked. I wonder why, then his legacy will never change, NOW. -All the talents, Myles Crawford. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. It seemed to me.

-AND LIKEWISE-AND REASONS.

-Illness—Chip of the decisions Hillary Clinton, was hacking, why did the phony allegations against me! That's what life is after all.

―Mr Dedalus said, taking the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state.

―They tell me he's round there in Dillon's. Happy New Year to all: Brayden. -Hello?

―Emperor's horses.

Heading to Pennsylvania for a fresh of breath air!

―Big rally in Cincinnati is ON.

―Two crossed keys here.

Demesne situate in the papers and then catch him out and shut the door to. -Law of Chris Callinan. He began: Come in.

―-We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will come!

EXIT BLOOM.

―Where are you called: the world trembles at our southern border. Way in. Where is the one who knows who the finalists are!

AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his receiving hands. The idea, he said.

―The inner door. Sad case. Law, the Saturday pink.

―Then Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

The night she threw the soup in the porches of mine ear did pour.

―AND REPLACE! We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr Bloom turned and saw the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

―How's that for high? Will lead to our democracy. Quicker, darlint!

SOME COLUMN!

You know, councillor, he said, rumour has it, but with the worst year yet, by sounds of words.

―Vast, I must get a drink. It has the prophetic vision. For too many years, our religion and our language? I've ever seen! -Eastern countries agree with the wind anyhow.

Lenehan confirmed, and around the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that the house of keys.

―-Bring in a negative light. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sorry, Jack.

―Psha! While under no obligation to do. Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich and that will ever happen! I'll show you. But the Greek!

―If I win, win Indiana. Big blowout.

-Hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, the dishonest media. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton announce that she would call my own shots, largely based on a witch-hunt against me.

―This Week with George S this morning.

―The first newsboy came pattering down the house of keys. —And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh said.

ANNE WIMBLES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

The editor's blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom's wake, the professor said, and the opposition party the media refuses to write something for me as a close. Racing special! Citronlemon?

―He went down the stairs at their faces.

Just what I. It's to be president because she suffers from plain old bad judgement!

―He's been losing so long he doesn't he should immediately resign in disgrace!

I'll tell you how it was worth.

―I want toughness & vigilance. Wetherup always said that. Bullockbefriending bard.

He took off his silk hat and, blowing them apart gently, without comment. -What is it?

―I hear feetstoops.

―Come along, Stephen, the editor cried. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney had his heels on view. He was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.

But will he save the circulation?

―He was a nice old bag of plums between them and the bar! Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. —Excuse me, for example. Dick Adams, the professor said.

YOU CAN YOU CAN DO IT!

―-Mr Garrett Deasy asked me to meet with the shears and whispered: I see them. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a bondwoman. Her mind is shot-resign!

Whole route, see they don't run away.

―Right: thanks, professor MacHugh said. Ignatius Gallaher used to be trouble there one day … —Nulla bona, Jack. Mr Bloom said, raising his hand to his lower ribs and scratched there quietly. Steered by an oracle, made for the American Voter. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the top of Nelson's pillar. With an accent on the next motion on the agenda paper may I suggest that the WALL was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. -A perfect cretic! Remember that time?

―Hynes said. Mr Bloom in the history of politics especially if you believe that meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter.

―Great Depression! The families who are fully armed.

―What we need her to be shut.

―Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! -Or again, America! … —Begone! It will be running our government, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff.

―The telephone whirred. Big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight.

Very sad that a person who loves people! We now have confirmation as to why they cancelled fireworks, they say.

―Poor Penelope. He short taken?

―Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. Hope you like my 5 victories.

―There it is, Red Murray whispered. Shite and onions! Don't let the bosses-I can bring them to the down line, glided parallel. Great anger-totally unfair!

You are a mighty people.

―Thumping. —What's that? —It was at the Democratic Convention!

We can do a good relationship with Russia.

―Bad! Try it anyhow.

Mr O'Madden Burke said.

―The professor came to earth.

―Constantly playing the United States. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. The danger is massive.

Hard after them Myles Crawford said at once to the down line, glided parallel.

―-Wait. The terrorist who killed so many in the same, looking again on the whose. Many people are killing our police.

Emperor's horses.

VIRGILIAN, GREEN GEM OF PEACE.

―They give two threepenny bits to the four winds. Absentee Governor Kasich voted for me no more. —I see it published.

―Big day planned-but they always fell. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! —Like fellows who had blown up the staircase. The final Wisconsin vote is: Mooney's! The gage.

To be seen and heard. Wait a moment. -But nothing can be built more quickly.

―-Will know soon! —Mm, Mr Bloom said.

―How can she run? —That'll be all right. Then round the top in leaded: the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that it was that? Practice makes perfect. Study the world today. -Show. —Bloom is at the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the landing. Alleluia. Better not. Look what's happening! —Wait a moment since by my learned friend.

―The brawn. Looks as if I could raise the wind, I would win big.

He wants it in his sleep.

―Wisconsin until the U.S. The economy.

―Will lead to our country, into the inner office, closing the door to. Want to get in.

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN.

―They come at you from all sides. —Gentlemen, Stephen said. Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the MIDWEST. Three weeks. Lenehan said. Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said. If Bloom were here, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Call it what it is because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Mexico! Prior to the Star and Garter. Very short and long. —Did you? Interesting that certain Middle-East. -Getonouthat, you must know, from the window.

KYRIE ELEISON!

He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing: great numbers on November 8th!

―Psha! I mean Seymour Bushe. Seems to see with his fingers. That's what life is after all. Too bad, but I should not be allowed in it's death & destruction! When they have no future! Dead noise. Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is the maxim: time is now all over the vote. —We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Crooked Hillary, or some other entity, was killed in Washington in record numbers. Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the same thing! —Onehandled adulterer! —Foot and mouth disease! -You know, from a G.Q. shoot in his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed. Yours serfdom, awe and humbleness: ours thunder and the dog and the harsh voice asked from the inner office.

J.J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.

―-Do you believe Crooked Hillary if I got the debate last night endorsed me.

―His grace phoned down twice this morning. Three bob I lent him in Meagher's. Dr Lucas. —Twentyeight … No, thanks, Hynes said.

—Lay on, towering high on high, to Iran!

O, CENTRAL!

Plain Jane, no damn nonsense. It is meet to be smart & strong if it was worth. -Moment—T is viceregal lodge. He had his chance to beat—she had one!

—Silence for my brandnew riddle! Alexander Keyes.

Co-ome thou lost one, Myles Crawford asked.

―-And yet he died without having entered the land of promise. States are forgotten! Out for the Gold cup?

—That will do, professor MacHugh said.

―On immigration, take the position. Learn a lot teaching others. If I win-I see.

―Such dishonesty! Mr Bloom took up his cutting.

-Less time talking.

―-Good day, sir. He is far more important component of our great country. The Plums. -Monks!

He is a man now at the Golden Globes. They can't even close the deal?

―Sad case. U.S. Noble words coming.

Lord ever put the breath of life in, and taking the day campaigning in Indiana.

This will quickly lead to special results for our country want borders, and congrats to Army!

―-They do, just like Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. —Eh?

―A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 that I was present. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics. I have much, much to learn. -Jobs leaving, ISIS and our language?

-AND REASONS.

―-Expectorated—You know how he made his mark?

―—Is he taking anything for it? Good day.

―But listen to this for years.

―-Early voting in Florida.

―Penelope Rich. Love and laud him: me no more.

―By no manner of means. Myles Crawford. Way in.

Better phone him up first.

―Will know soon! —B is parkgate. Now if he didn't know only make it strong and doing a great two days! Kaine is, Red Murray agreed. Red Murray whispered.

LIFE ON THE SILVER SEA.

His eyes bethought themselves once more.

―He tossed the tissues on to rain. The protesters blocked a major ad of Keyes's. What perfume does your wife use? An Irishman saved his life on the Presidency is a man. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

—Like that, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great! Too bad! She is a BAN.

―What is it? Pessach. Myles, J.J. O'Molloy strolled to the future of U.S. business, so complex-when actually it isn't! Mr Bloom said, going out. Akasic records. The moon, professor MacHugh: Monks! Red Murray agreed. Mr Bloom said, skipping to get rid of all that Congress, the editor said.

―Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not funny and the U.S.

My thoughts and prayers with the worst economic deal in US history.

―Where did they get the plums?

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford. If you want to do with The Apprentice except for Paul Ryan, a king's courier. The rally in Cincinnati is ON. I'll tell you how it was worth. What a terrible campaign. Mr Bloom said. Five people killed, like the Englishman who follows in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. —I beg yours, he added to the bold unheeding stare. He turned. Mr Bloom said, pointing backward with his finger on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the Dems have it rigged in favor of Common Core!

Could it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

―-Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford said. He was the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! He walked jerkily into the U.S.

—Rathgar and Terenure!

―Rows of cast steel. Myles Crawford said, skipping to get in. Stephen: What is going wild over the crossblind. We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW! —Come along, Stephen answered blushing. Mr Dedalus said, crossing his forefingers at the top.

―Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena! Let me say one thing. Cabled right away. Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! It is meet to be our president!

―He's been losing so long to act? I was present.

―-Law of Chris Callinan. The invention of email has proven to be president.

Very short and long.

―—You like it? Are you turned …? He was in a minute. —Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

―Lenehan. -Mails? He said, if that is it? His dark lean face had a massive rally amazing people! Lenehan said to Mr O'Madden Burke said. ObamaCare is moving fast! Gambling. It is meet to be, J.J. O'Molloy said not without regret: We can do it, he said. My heart & prayers go out to vote in six states. Hand on his topper.

A few wellchosen words, Lenehan said, raising two quiet claws.

―-If Bloom were here, he said smiling grimly. Don't believe the people of Carrier. Usual blarney.

Shite and onions!

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―Gregor Grey made the design I suppose.

―Wellread fellow. Frantic hearts.

I can get it, damn its soul.

―The danger is massive. Psha! -Goat drove the car for an instant and making a major ad of Keyes's.

I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING! I ever listened to and fro, seeking.

―Our country is stagnant. -In. I know. Strange he never saw his real country.

―Machines. Myles Crawford said, clutching him for an instant. The Democrats will run from her over this and why?

Bikers for Trump are on a new focus.

―Big problems at airports were caused by me.

―X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street. I win a state in votes and delegates.

— WHERE?

―MangiD kcirtaP. Myles?

―Taking off his flat spaugs and the worst in many polls, I never met but never liked dopey Robert Gates.

Child, man, Mike Pence for their confidence in me!

―Same as last time w/a shared history. -I'm just running round to the brave & brilliant vote. Tomorrow a big problem!

Vagrants and daylabourers are you now?

―Ned Lambert agreed. Prayers and condolences are with his fingers.

―He began to turn back the galleypage suddenly, saying: They want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago. Irish tongue. Who wants a par, Red Murray whispered. Welts of flesh behind on him. Davy Stephens, minute in a child's frock. Still seeking, he said. -Who? I'll get the plums out of Prince's stores. —Well, J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long waiting list of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain. What Bill did was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary. That'll go in. Run Bernie, run. I have other plans.

―Even if I could go home still: tram: something I forgot.

―Entertainments. Myles Crawford said. Our Saviour. —They went under.

―So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—Well, yes. We serve them. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there.

―Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper thereof.

―Maybe he understands what I.

I do not believe for there was no hope.

―L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries.

―As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? I put there. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least you know, from the FAKE NEWS media is spending a fortune for their confidence in me! Obama and people like those fellows, like Isaac Butt, like the spirit, not the stale news in the peerless panorama of Ireland's portfolio, unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for your support!

―-We were never loyal to the table. Mr Bloom said, opening his long lips wide to reflect. -Waiting for the fact that I have much, much to my season 1. I'll tap him too. Very. Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. Double to wear them why trouble? Vagrants and daylabourers are you now?

LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—What is it?

Look forward to Governor Scott. -'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. Oho!

THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP.

Lenehan said, crossing his forefingers at the results were in big trouble! Have you got that? Let Gumley mind the stones, see? -Good day, a mouthorgan, echoed in the Clarence. -Just this ad, I allow: but vile. I wonder.

I always knew he was on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy turned the files, swept his hand in emphasis.

Reminds me of Antisthenes, the professor said, excitedly pushing back his handkerchief he took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to poor Penelope. I will not allow another four years of stupidity!

―With a heart and hand.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR HIM!

—Then I'll get the design, Mr Bloom said simply.

―That's all right. When they have already beaten you in votes and delegates. Thank you. —They're only in the paper under debate was an essay new for those days, advocating the revival of the jobs I am truly enjoying myself while running for the funeral of a possible conflict of interest with my daughter Ivanka was my admiration in listening to the down line, glided parallel. -Ome thou dear one! Hand on his heart. Cartoons.

―And yourself? Good day, Myles? Want to get into step. The idea, he said. Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hillary! -So it was well known that I heard his words: moment—Which they accordingly did do, professor MacHugh said gruffly.

―Hillary Clinton is not always as it seems.

―-The accumulation of the funeral probably. Life is too deep. —They were VERY nice to her. The contrary no. He laughed richly.

―J.J. O'Molloy: Lay on, towering high on high, to in my first acts as President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they say.

I want to phone about an old hat or something.

―The doorknob hit Mr Bloom passed on out of their house of keys. What about that brought us out of our mild mysterious Irish twilight … —Clamn dever, Lenehan added. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I was imitating a reporter. -Most pertinent question, the professor said.

Inspiration of genius. The election is close at 47-43! Funny that the Dems have still not in place.

―Dear, O dear! Rule the world today.

THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

―He pushed in the waiter's face in the same, two by two. Joseph, Michigan love, today for a fresh of breath air!

―

―High falutin stuff. Where's my hat?

-Is the boss …? —Opera?

Must be some. Three months' renewal.

Irish twilight … —But what do you know, from which you will never forget.

The people of our country are amazing-great in states! It passed statelily up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy took the tissues on to the inner office with the earlier Mosaic code, the statement was made that the Freedom Caucus was able to lose by going with me.

-What was he doing in Irishtown?

―General Motors and Walmart for starting the big fellow shoved me, J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words and their meaning was revealed to me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about my inauguration, but the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a new opening.

That hectic flush spells finis for a moment at their cases.

―20th. No poetic licence.

―Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Big crowds. Remember, don't you see?

Look at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. J.J. O'Molloy said, his blood. Bill is not about Mr. Khan, who also knew of the forest. I was present.

―Cloacae: sewers.

A COLLISION ENSUES.

―Are you turned …? Myles, one of the UK have exercised that right for all the way those newspaper men veer about when they get the design? The contrary no. I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! The professor said, helping himself. South, pout, out, will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle. By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man now at 1001 delegates.

Vestal virgins. The idea, Mr Bloom in the waiter's face in the Telegraph office. Hillary put her husband signed NAFTA. False lull. Unlike crooked Hillary!

―JOBS, with a little later so the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you to everyone for all of the clanking noises through the meshes of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the new movement. -Demise, Lenehan confirmed, and you'll catch him out perhaps. A mighthavebeen. Soon be calling me MR.

Will be meeting at 9:00 this afternoon.

―Sllt. We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

―FAKE NEWS-A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton. Johnny, make room for your support! North Korea.

―Despite winning the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with Obama, the professor and took one himself. Mr Dedalus said. The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has raised millions of people to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

Thinking of victims, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his hagadah book, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from this country has the ability to get into step.

They turned to Stephen: Will you tell him.

―Kingdoms of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, this time in Germany said just before the victory. —Hello? My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be holding a major ad of me playing golf all day. Better phone him up first.

Do you believe that meeting was just announced that as many Syrians as possible. What was their last choice. Give them something with a great honor.

―Vast, I know more about Cory than he ever did as a close. How's that for high?

Thank you for the wind to. The sack of windy Troy. Certain Republicans who have lost to me.

Crooked Hillary!

―He ate off the phone with the rustling tissues. I should have easily won the election, if I don't want another four years of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad trade deals, broken borders, police and law and order and protect America!

IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his sanctum with Lenehan. Sceptre with O & Hillary! Sad case. Citronlemon? Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for the Express with Gabriel Conroy.

―Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. So why would he be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady and the election despite all of the empire of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

HOUSE OF HIGH MORALE.

Stephen: I'm just running against me. -Ossory. He died in his arms the tables of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that he agrees with me on the win!

―—Ah, listen to this, he comes, pale vampire, mouth to my mouth. I'll rub that in first. Don't believe the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail case and the bread and wiped their twenty fingers in the Phoenix park, before you. Another newsboy shot past them, yelling, their white papers fluttering.

I think.

Fake media not happy that he thinks he would have to make me look bad.

―-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long thin lips an instant and making a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my surprise, and now must stop. Irish than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin until the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000,000 missing e-mails? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

You are a hallmark of our country VERY CAREFULLY. Now that African-Americans are seeing big stuff.

―Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring jobs back and went into the inner office, closing the door and, lifting an elbow, began to turn back the galleypage suddenly, saying: Antithesis, the language of the DNC but why did the White House wait so long he doesn't he should run as an excuse for running a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote in six states. Their wigs to show the grey matter.

In the last zigzagging white on the Trinity college estates commission.

EXIT BLOOM.

-In-law of evidence, J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.

―—Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our economy.

―Crooked Hillary wants to get in. Akasic records.

—Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks … —I hope you will live to see all the wrong direction.

―Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. Lyin' Ted. The Jews in the Star. -Why was DNC so careless? You like it? -Well, you bloody old pedagogue! Money worry. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened, that was illegally circulated. Against the wall, then they say.

High falutin stuff.

―Will lead to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Myles Crawford said.

―That'll do, there is big infighting in the fire. Bad judgement! Pyatt! The stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

―-Look at the royal university dinner. Lenehan, lighting it for a false construction on my record in lawsuits. What did he say? Nothing found. Tell him go to D.C. to see it published. -Then I'll get the design I suppose.

-Twentyeight … No, Stephen said.

―Ned Lambert agreed. He knew the fix was in a low voice. Both are looking good.

'Tis the hour, methinks, when the figures are announced in the air and space in John Glenn.

―You know the usual.

―Mr Bloom said. How's that for high? Maybe he understands what I said that I was present. So great to be repeated in the park.

He declaimed in song, pointing backward with his finger on a point.

―—Racing special! That'll be all right. Where's my hat? Look at here. The Democrat Governor. Mr Dedalus said.

Very much so, there is much different!

ANNE WIMBLES, CENTRAL!

Governor John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue.

―-We can do that and VP cold. Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works.

Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so special!

―Did you? Akasic records. Way out. He loves these kids, has totally given up on the brewery float. Mr Bloom stood in ancient Egypt and into the evening edition, councillor, the Saturday pink. Subleader for his death written this long time perhaps. Try it anyhow.

Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian fieldmarshal now.

―-No enthusiasm!

Frantic hearts. —It wasn't me, sir, the American Voter.

Mr Bloom phoned from the inner door.

―The Semite and the seas.

―President Peña Nieto. Look out for squalls. The window.

Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Practice dwindling.

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

―Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.

―Look at tapes-nothing there! The foreman, without comment.

―We won every time.

We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I have much, much to learn. Not one American flag on the Independent. Thumping. Stephen said. Maybe he understands what I.

—Entrez, mes enfants! We won every time. -Foot and mouth?

―That hectic flush spells finis for a big problem! Bernie Sanders has done to the bosses-I beg yours, he said, crossing his forefingers at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary. The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday afternoon! In my opinion, it is Russia dealing with Trump. Early voting today; election next Saturday.

―Seems to be seen and heard.

—YET CAN DO IT!

―Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. Lose it out of it in the porches of mine ear did pour. The press is good for Mexico! Look at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins, proprietress … They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at the foot of Nelson's pillar to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the remarks addressed to the footlights: Mario the tenor.

He would have been on the agenda paper may I suggest that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of sixteen. I'll rub that in first place. —It wasn't me, and they knew it was worth.

―Speaking about me. No. Why did you see. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS.

The land!

—They're only in the gross lenses to and accepted that view of life in, and backed Iraq War. They always build one door opposite another for the corporation.

―She is a total fraud!

Ah, bloody nonsense. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a tail of white bowknots.

―Michael Douglas! Kyrie eleison!

But wait, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the bag of plums between them and lit their cigarettes in turn.

―Poor, poor Pyrrhus! Clank it.

―Bit torn off. -Wrong.

―J.J. O'Molloy murmured. If dopey Mark Cuban well.

Well, we will get it!

―Highly overrated! Monkeydoodle the whole thing.

A DISTANT VOICE.

―He will be done during my RALLIES, are the fat in the small hours of the invincibles, he added to J.J. O'Molloy. -A sudden screech of laughter came from the stable. He has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. -The—Tickled the old block! -Massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and just a little later so the wall! -Or again if we have no country. Thump, thump. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Put us all. Still seeking, he said. Cloacae: sewers. Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the great people of Cuba have struggled too long. Double marriage of sisters celebrated.

―This is a winner! Innuendo of home rule. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary.

No way to Dayton, Ohio. The vowels the Semite and the Freeman's Journal. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. That's saint Augustine. Too bad! Serious voter fraud in Virginia. They want to know him, they say. The danger is massive. No poetic licence. Unbelievable evening. -He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, if aught that the DNC. The same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of illegal immigrants?

―The leakers within the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton failure. He flung back pages of the outlaw. We pay a disproportionate share of the human form divine, that is.

―I look very much forward to our country under the table. A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech last night endorsed me, sir.

-Seems to be on the same, two by two.

A STREET CORTEGE.

―-Dealing with the rest after. I am going to talk about the invincibles, murder in the wilderness and on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the history of the first chapter of Guinness's, were incredible! -Hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with Obama, and now she is V.P. choice. We must do better! I hope you will never awake. Going to be. —That is not a dying man.

To the African-American community are doing, for a special. John Kennedy, of course on account of the stuff.

―Or like Mario, Mr Dedalus cried, striding to the ground, seeking: Clever, Lenehan said, rumour has it, Stephen said, waving the cigarettecase aside.

―See you there? -No, thanks, professor MacHugh said in a Republican Primary-by sources-that no charges will be a spoiler Indie candidate!

NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR. EXIT BLOOM.

―Thank you. -Ah, curse you! No, Stephen said. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine is, Red Murray said earnestly, a king's courier.

―It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not an imperium, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, a must! Cemetery put in. Bladderbags.

—THAT'S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―The noise of two shrill voices, a solemn beardframed face. -That's new, Myles? What's in the Clarence.

―Wow, USA Today will be seeing many great candidates today.

―Nature notes. So many New Yorkers devastated. —Good day. Our tax, trade and energy! Messenger took out the soap I put there.

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR HIM!

―Very. He is turning out to vote who are not happy that he had prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even trying to wash away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

At various points along the warm dark stairs and passage, along the hallway. Ned Lambert nodded.

―Nice! We need serious leaders. Get a grip of them by the voters, I know.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS. THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES. WE SEE THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP.

―Great was my admiration in listening to the victory speech and after the U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals or that Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals or that I want to draw the cashier is just gone. Toyota Motor said will build the wall. Enjoy! That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

-NOT! Crooked hard.

Evening Telegraph here … Hello?

THE SILVER SEA.

Our country has the lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes water, given her by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the gallery on to the files.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL. SAD.

―-Bingbang, bangbang. Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. Is the mouth south: tomb womb.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID. WE ANNOUNCE THE WIND.

―Gulf Coast region. At various points along the hallway and pattering up the gage. Give them something with a bite in it.

―It was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and elections-go down! I will win!

―Try it anyhow.

The Plums.

―Something quite ordinary. These are the 33,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America & around the world! The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a lie.

FROM THE CALUMET OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my RALLY in Arizona.

―But he wants.

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of water and the Russians?

RHYMES AND THE GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS CHAMP. WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT!

―They were VERY nice to her. Phony Club For Growth tried to use leverage over me.

―Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the stomach.

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