Reading Ulysses in Montana #229
Ginger calculated the divisible eons of geological time to within a fraction of a millimeter using the millipede as the standard unit of time and the river running through it.
George confronted the centipede of elaborate requisitions and the myriad parentheses of cylindrical meditations (and Samuel Johnson’s toupee), which promised infinite infinitudes in the volume of irreparable constellations of mirrors and molecules gathered in the allotted brevity of moribund equinoxes. Typographical figures and hieroglyphic rudiments were a little too sentimental for Ginger’s taste, but she inferred the vulgar air of ratification and enunciated the proclamation of disputed and diminutive treaties on treats and threats of impeding gloom.
George gave Ginger room to glow, but he bestowed teasing images of mutinous months across the eons of geological time, with chance happening to us all.
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We all need to give others around us “room to glow”.
It feels like an eternal millipede since I last read one of these! Worth waiting multiple millis more when it’s this much fun! 🙃
Soo good to see your writing againe-this is brilliant; thank you!
It’s absolutely brilliant. Read it and re read it.
It’s so esoteric and engaging. Must read your other posts too😊
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Woww