Profile_bird

Hey there! LeopoldBloom is using Twitter.

Twitter is a free service that lets you keep in touch with people through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question: What's happening? Join today to start receiving LeopoldBloom's tweets.

Already using Twitter
from your phone? Click here.

LeopoldBloom

  1. @THESHOPMAN -- I'll take this one. 7:18 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web in reply to TheShopman
  2. He puts his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it and bends, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired. 7:18 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  3. comes out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. He rakes his throat rudely, pukes phlegm on the floor. 7:18 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  4. Phlegmy coughs shake the air of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head 7:18 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  5. hugging them against his unbuttoned waistcoat and bearing them off behind the dingy curtain. 7:18 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  6. Onions of his breath come across the counter out of his ruined mouth. He bends to make a bundle of the other books, 7:17 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  7. @THESHOPMAN -- That I had. 7:17 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web in reply to TheShopman
  8. I lay both books aside and glance at Tales of the Ghetto by Leopold von Sacher Masoch. 7:17 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  9. I idly turn over pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, then of Aristotle's Masterpiece. Crooked botched print. 7:17 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  10. all over the world. All butting with their skulls to get out of it. Child born every minute somewhere. Mrs Purefoy. 7:17 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  11. Plates: infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered cows. Lots of them like that at this moment 7:16 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  12. A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch, I scan books on the hawker's cart. 7:04 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  13. She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way. 12:11 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  14. On quietly creaky boots I go up the staircase to the hall, pause by the bedroom door. 12:10 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  15. Why are their tongues so rough? To lap better, all porous holes. Nothing she can eat? I glance round me. No. 12:10 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  16. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She laps slower, then licking the saucer clean. 12:10 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  17. Thursday: not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. 12:10 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  18. I listen to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this drouth. Want pure fresh water. 12:10 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  19. Or kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps. 12:09 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web
  20. Wonder is it true if you clip them they can't mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. 12:09 AM Jun 16th, 2008 from web