I wouldn’t want to be the tube out of which squirts the words that Glenn Beck speaks. His words employ the ringing tonnage of where you were before you listened. And over the course of his vine, he steeps teas full of long raga paste. When he quivers the force of truck stopping on all dimes, he remains a punkish pond well-rotted with the loss of trees. He has a halo over his loan shark, calls himself three times a day for doctored advice. Will he survive his own pool of sweat? Never engage the cage. Owning a fondue pot won’t solve the problem of diametrics. He is a slouch holding pennies, and the pennies of pennies. God spoke in the bathroom, and then Glenn flushed.
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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