This Beefy brute, chickadee, flick of black and white, selects winter, and you maunder in the slush. Oppression is a fancy word for landscape now that you have the time to think about it. Time fills the tree with fluffy snow. An achey pine, perhaps, a Chickadee, and a stick to place in some future place. Welcome to incidence, which is nowto the point of now. The thrift of chickadee voice de-persuades the grift essence about talking your problems by metric weight, length, and easeful death of time. You haven’t reached rich enough and the moon acts stark. The chickadee of monument hops about. Compare that to the tire iron you couldn’t find, when you thought you needed something for some thing. A seed or something from a tree without occultation of yearning. Your top secret underwear needs a revue. Chickadee says so. The spirit can be so. As in so.
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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