Julienne was said to calculate the sum of the universe, the sons of upheaval, the tons of jellyfish in a peanut butter sandbar. That is the question of the day. Of the dog.
Were Julienne so fortunate to plow her wits asunder and blush in the name of all things wholly illustrious. Finkel would give her the hours of the rest of his windblown life along the leeward levee with a bevy of busy levers at the command of his lovely liver. A livelier girl he had not known–in any sense of the word–but the world would never be enough for one so lonely and transcendental as he. Or she. Or we. So the pundits entered into an agreement to keep by a horseshoe and a wheelock just in case the end of the world really was at hand, although Julienne doubted it a bit more than Finkel.
But she would if you only knew how far she had carried the weight of a pigmy wildebeest. Hinchin’ a ride!
Originally published December 16, 2023
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Chewing espresso beans this morning, so this is perfect reading material.
Excellent post.