Generous as a lamp post, mullein holds court. Larger than the smaller, its language starts gently, rising alto and discrete. The offices of time give mullein stature. So too the yellow generation of flowers crowding the communal nobility of its stalk. Mullein finds stature in wayside places, like can you believe it? The mullein smells, it smells of mullein. A tea of its leaves can be made for those people. Mullein stands as tall as its tiptoe. Because it acts as mullein it cannot be a weed. Why would weeds be weeds with you just standing there? Your money market accumulates interest which constitutes no interest but secular chance. Mullein sports a rood of earth and the bennies include leaves of leafy size. Can any supposition outbid roots delving into the nature of soil? Engaged as a fertile instant the mullein rides high. The adventure of where you are pins to the mullein. You are a verse or something, with graduation possible. Wiggle your toes, wave your hands: sunshine resides in the blue moment, too.
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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