Join Blue Jay in saying Holy Shit!!! with finely-wrought exclamation points!!! (three at the very least). [One exclamation point don't say shit, two exclamation points is poetry served to monks]. Blue Jays have to be poets because NASDAQ has never heard one. You remember that time when you remember that time? Blue Jay explodes that. Now is what today is about before you forget the words. Words last mere seconds until bungled, changing to assertions of primate primacy, and lo, horizons shrink forthwith. So today becomes alert and even 'now' by virtue of, word up. Blue jay spent some gainsay of the votive vocal pellet of available instance available only in the present now, not the one manufactured at convenience. Blue flashes of inconvenience, tippy spacing of something from else, the wild of life listening: kicking currency to the end zone voice of landscape boss and believer. You heard it, you know. Blue register high life fromage.
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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