I wonder if lovely Angelina Jolie will see the Republican paint on the wall, mused the noon Newt Gingrich. In terra cotta piano tones, the most important least thing speaks. Begraddled and begraggled till stiff with symptoms fallen from the alien ship. I wish you love in the opaque range, said Angelina under where she stood. The Gingrich of night and day stung fast the Rick Sanctorum. Only aliens understand the animal need, thunk Gingrich it’s a point. The ship lands in colour, on the farm that Newt ate, in the tobacco fields of emblems, shy for the firstest time. We have national safety pockets, allowed the Gingrich. His Mitt pants with Mormon pants. Sucking sounds are usual around the Sanctorum net. Sucks a lot the only air of any average coast to coast, asserts the Fox Noose Network. The highest promulgation bores me, foundering father Gingrich note in text. And now you have to realize Angelina, stopping next to Pitt, on the red parkway towards the Academy paint. All these usual sense of tepid parties parts the waifs and freedom lies, ahead. An ease infection of freely fracting pets the dominant Gingrich if the Republican stand. We the undersigned oversign. __________ __________ __________
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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