Reading Ulysses in Montana #243

Entrained jello pops hold together better than a trained elephant in a circus full of monkeys–to the delight of all the children in the crowded crowd. And George.

Ginger would have none of the half-baked cookies wookies bring her from Kashyyyk. Why? Three of them, to be exact. I forgot where you were going with this, but later you will understand, as long as George and Ginger keep their blinders on and the horse fills the kettle to the brim a moment before it reaches the boiling point. But of course at that altitude, the boiling point is lower than you think, and so boils over an instant before you expect, and that extinguishes the fire, and the frog escapes into the frying pan. Hot tubs, on the other hand, do the same for you, if George and Ginger would have it any other way.

Entrainment changes all, and jello pops burst your bubbles every last stinking time.


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8 thoughts on “Reading Ulysses in Montana #243”

  1. Matthew Laney March 25, 2025 / 6:43 am

    Hannibal in a Punic Tunic would do no worse than this party

    • Rick Mallery March 25, 2025 / 6:53 am

      Like when Scipio got Serpico fired from the force! And the war elephants forgot their way to Rome while crossing the Rubicon in a Jeep!

  2. niasunset March 27, 2025 / 7:12 am

    Dear Rick, I can’t concentrate now your amazing world, later I could come back and read again. I hope you can understand me. Thank you, Love, nia

  3. BrittnyLee March 31, 2025 / 10:50 am

    I don’t know what it is about this starter but wow “Entrained jello pops hold together better than a trained elephant in a circus full of monkeys–to the delight of all the children in the crowded crowd. And George.”

    • Rick Mallery March 31, 2025 / 4:41 pm

      Wow is what we live for! 🤩

  4. niasunset April 1, 2025 / 5:50 am

    …The drifting entrained jello pops shone brighter than the fireflies of a Parisian night. Those who thought there was no partying on the streets of the Renaissance were wrong. The moment when elephants standing on their heads with Tutankhamun’s Trumpets started the party, the moment when rose liqueurs poured from chocolate fountains, and the starry night poured down to Earth with crystal grains…

    • Rick Mallery April 1, 2025 / 7:50 am

      Vincent couldn’t have painted it any better!

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