In the leaves of vapid trees, a tower of fine empathy flows coolly, judging people as increments of words. All words score local access, fade into news, fall into topic. The wind arrives, known for Bruce Springsteen's perfect, loud, creamy distribution. We can be effort, and total, and after all, but oh who will supply the solo moment? Everybody danced and called it vernacular. What if someone said: “Ronnie van Zant will not die in a plane crash?” Vapid trees produce vapid leaves.
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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