nO outside exists for this perfect Eleven. It is number, arranged, transported to specific. And it counts, tho just barely. It is reason to be more than ten, it includes. it seems more than the nine that almost. It means language, if a dry dust. Or a planet tamed by numbers, all of which are One. on this Eleven we think of poor people, unelected monarchs, creases in the smirk. Eleven becomes the afterthought before thought, outside the careful cage, urging interest. Ten is the normal incline of numbers in compact human definitions. Eleven scours solely for the unintegrated nonce of Eleven. The presiding thought describes monolith, the heaven of stupid. Stupid Times Eleven guides the vote.
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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