Ulysses Page #9

I gave my eyes that look,

with her hair loose medium

and my tongue between

my lips,

going for him,

savage brute!

Ah, well I could still

find someone to give me

what I want so much, that is to have

something hard inside.

We no longer have the same chances

we had before!

I would welcome someone

a love letter.

True or not,

it brightens your day and your life!

Always having something to think about,

every moment,

and witness to his back

a new world!

I could write

a response in bed, walking,

only a few words.

I never imagined that this

would be my name Bloom.

Well, better than those

Pinto with awful names.

Ms. Anna Pinto

or some other name with Pinto.

The train again!

Sound boring!

Close your eyes and breathe

my lips open.

Kiss, sad eyes,

eyes open, piano!

I hate these big words!

I'll make that clear from the next

time you're in the spotlight.

Kathleen Kearney

and their squirrels.

A bunch of puns Sparrow,

arrogant, talking about politics.

Understand it as well

on my backside.

I think she's submissive,

for no man

look at her twice.

Gardner said no man

could look at my mouth

teeth and smiling

without thinking about it.

I was afraid that he

might not like my accent.

Everything

my father left me.

And my mother left eye

and appearance in some way.

He died for my lips!

Women should find

a husband to look good!

And also one that excites

money,

those who can choose

whoever you want, as Boylan,

and still have sex 4 or 5 times

stuck in each others arms.

Or the voice too!

I might even be a first lady

but I married him!

Looking down,

with his chin down,

but not much

not to be twofold.

Have they

burning with envy!

Anyway,

I hope he does not meddle

with drugs that cross the illusion

he is young again

burning through money and getting

increasingly drunk.

He can not drink water?

I like to hear it up

the stairs in the morning,

with the cups

beating tray.

And then he started making

their applications for eggs, toast and tea.

I think there

another man in the world

with the habits like his.

It's good that I do not kick,

or you can pull out all

my teeth!

Wait! It is the Church of Georgia!

That would be a good time

for him to come home!

First check your shirt.

Let's see if he still

have those French letters

who used the pocket.

He must think

I do not know!

Man a liar!

All 20 pockets are not

enough for their lies.

And why should we expect?

While it is true,

they do not.

Do not enter almost anything

in their empty heads.

They need to be taken slowly

your own poison

with their eggs and tea

hot with butter and toast.

He also

is a terrible liar!

No, he did not have the courage

come out with a married woman!

For her, Denis, as he calls it,

got that look so unhappy,

what harm could

call him husband.

Yes

he's a b*tch to him.

He says it's author and will be

university professor of Italian.

I wanted to have some lessons.

What does he plan now

showing him my photo?

I'm not good on her.

Still, I look young.

Does not he solved

make me a present,

yes, after all

and why not?

I was in mourning,

doing 11 years.

Yes

he would have 11 years.

While we need the grief,

not good to go.

He insisted

to mourn the cat.

I think now

he is a man.

He was an innocent boy

and a dear little boy.

He liked me too,

I remember.

Everyone likes.

Wait, my God!

Yes, wait

Yes, one moment!

He was on the cards in the morning,

I played the deck.

Union with young unknown,

no beautiful or ugly you already know.

I thought I could be him!

But he is not a brat

nor is unknown.

They all write about women

in his poetry,

and it is unlikely

to find many like me,

smooth with visions of love

and serenades,

where poetry is in the air.

Certainly he is very distinct,

I'd like to meet

a man with this,

God,

not as the wild I know.

Moreover, he is young!

A young guy who can

find dipping rocks

Margate Beach.

Sunbathing,

naked like gods or something,

and then playing in the sea with them.

Why do men

are not all like that?

Women have some consolation.

Like that little statue

he bought.

Could look at it

all day!

It exists

the real beauty and poetry!

I always feel

I want to kiss you all,

including her adorable

young cock, so simple.

I would not mind

put it in my mouth

nobody's watching.

It is as if he asked

suck it for you!

It looks so clean and clear

with his boyish face.

I would even

in a split second,

even something that came out of it,

would like a porridge,

or dew,

there is no danger.

He is so clean compared

pigs with those men,

I believe they never dreamed

Washing in a range of 1 year.

Can this be what gives

mustaches on women.

I just love it if I could

get involved with a beautiful

young poet

at my age.

I'll put the cards

early in the morning

and I will wait until

the letter you want appears,

or I'll read and study everything

what you can learn and remember,

if only I knew

what he likes,

he did not think I'm dumb

and that all women are equal.

I can teach you

on another subject,

I will make him feel all up

he almost fainted on me.

And then,

he can write

about his lover and mistress,

publicly

with all our photos

the papers when he becomes famous.

Ah, but then

What would I do with it?

Would not

to be a husband,

but you can not

deceive a lover!

No, it would be!

He has no manners,

is not refined

or anything of that nature,

slapping on my ass

that way,

because they called him Hugh.

The ignorant do not recognize

poetry as money.

This is what happens

not to keep it in place!

He rips the pants and shoes

and puts the chair before me,

with face-to-toe,

without even asking permission

and still maintains this vulgar way

with his shirt half open,

that use to be admired.

Of course he is right,

with his way of passing

time playing,

which is much better than being

in bed with what,

a lion?

God, I think he has

something better to say. A lion would have!

Oh, I think it's because they are

so plump and tempting

inside my jacket,

he could not resist!

They excite me, sometimes.

Men enjoy the pleasure

they feel when seeing the body

of a woman. We are so

round and clear for them.

Sometimes I wish I had

one from me for a change

to try to use that thing

they have and stick it in me,

so hard, and at the same time,

so soft when you touch.

Men, again!

They can pick and choose

whoever they want.

A married woman,

a grieving widow

or a girl

all with different flavors.

We're doomed

living chains,

but they will not

chain me right!

When I start,

I tell you,

that because of our husbands

stupid, we can not

remain friends instead

starting a fight?

Why we were given

all that desire?

Not my fault

if I am young, I?

It's a wonder I can not be

an old hag at my age!

Living with him so coldly,

you just hold me sometimes

when sleeping.

My order wrong,

he does not know who he is!

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