Raccoons have established themselves as the hearty tankard of ale and then what. Solving problems in excelsis, cuter than butter on toast. The human tiny hands posit granulated potential. Find something, eat something, maybe add some style. Cuddling beasties with a sound of human infant. Let their vision proceed. In the aloft of thought there appears the child crying. Do infants hunt in the night? Let Political Action Committees step forward protectively. But really, that balloon won’t fly. Raccoon finds quarry. Quarry feeds food inquiries. Climbing tree exceeds postulation, that same old thrum. A raccoon must be hit in the road by the virtue of cars--cars are all virtue--but only in the insistence of progress. No better malaise than to die in the road. Come the revolution, die in the road. Stifle the revolution, die in the road. Obvious base meaning: die in the road. Three raccoon, that time, looked too close for the not too feral cat. Which reveals the sordid limits of mastery. You can't climb a tree, no claws or penchant. That raccoon, engagingly forsaken, finds stature in stasis in the road of progress rode. Progress makes only the finest excuse. Everyone wants a bite of progress.
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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