THe gloAming grows finally and Amid sounds, querulous umlauts and diacritical signals. None of this action goes beyond the limits of imaginary. People talk to stillness and stillness nettles while fleece of clouds. And this political climate continues with casual verbs and people who claim to know prepositions. However, no prepositions can exist without willfull deception. Deep wells tell us so. So the mighty exist, as tropes For paradigms. And paradigms exist because someone spoke. The words were in a pool swirling dynamically and extending to sentence. The thought of language starts biscuits a-baking. Propositions poise for pictures. Nature rides natural elastic to the cellar of the trying town. Children remain in vitro till the last very-preposition has rained.
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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