Radiance is like a close ridiculous coffee spray fort. When the outside forces arrows and battering bombs call shots of whisky, we in the inner feel prepared. Radiance is hegemony stuck in the phantom. Your republican is a close squall bound fat junk of native tap root for the declarative roundabout for who we say we hope we are. Who are you, the throne room rings? Choppy weather on the wetness of water (we explain), sea of distance that makes excellent dream. Sample my bagpipe, churls and truculents. A front becomes a back, soon enough.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
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