Reading Ulysses in Montana #324
Carrying things of wax and habit, Dominic blessed the floral tea cozy with the twin quarrels that afflicted the tincture of sinners.
Jacky told Dominic her adoration was illuminated by the sea of day, the sea of time, as an affair of tides embraced her gently, yearningly, forging the real man and the troubled canary bird. She threw out the dishwater herself alone, while Dom shouted after in a dolorous confession of love.
Love for Jacky, not the dishwater.
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Poetry. But slow down, you’re making this fool feel more assured that he’s wasting his time and ink.
Nah, the only wasting is not doing.
LOL!
Madge always had me dip my hands in Palmolive
We’ll always have Chelyabinsk!
Amazing 😍
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