Reading Ulysses in Montana #532
Better Burgundy picked up the shaky pieces and put Humpty back together again and again, lapped with smooth X-rays and candid sting rays.
Ravenous pygmies of Humpty’s past turned back the clock a day and a half with a buffer of pinned coils teeming like frogs on a green ruminant. Burgundy ruminated on expressions of forward marches, stubbing out the plumbing with chests of vital counterparts, denuded through many successions of coughing redactions.
False accounts aside, tumultuous spirits of altered saddles straddled Burgundy, Humpty’s bookkeeper, with duplicate die thrown straight from the hand of the riotous croupier.
Shaky pieces of Humpty’s future, walking on egg shells, ought to bequeath legacies of lions on deceived confessions, but devices of ravens and fears of sweet mockery marshalled the gentle cousin Bordeaux with assurances of plenty and aces of Burgundy’s potted wit.
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What a wonderfully surreal and delightfully bewildering piece of writing! 😄 It feels like stepping into a dream where Humpty Dumpty, Burgundy, and a parade of strange images collide in a linguistic maze. Every sentence seems to promise a hidden meaning, only to lead us somewhere even more unexpected.
“You drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy…” Band KISS