Tulips of Ulysses

atomthought • m’lad, we heard you are trying to memorize Ulysses. what have you learned so far from mr Joyce ?

Well for the record • the Tulips are shag bag-gin the dolly oops. tur forting pool lizards renk the skyes of odd Dimpt and Nugget, as they stroll cozy, a pop goes the weasel shuffling and whistling a mud boss tune. cheerily, they isn’t there but a quick pud hock dickens. verily the meat, in go to green grass of Eye land, cum cracker nose and bustle. roll me barenaked over perchance, for the arse minder of mistletoe to rise on command, bliss o’ tingle for the breeze dos skirts a flutter to be high upon the breast works, boasting of it to the Kannards of del Bloot. setting forth into the sun come nary be Eye land.

that’s about as far as i’ve gotten. now what’s this about a boat ?

atomthought • artist@Large