Skunks resemble tractors because they brim with fullness and cheer. They know how to fill the night. Night seems broad and intractable but skunks ramble with the zest of bitumen. Skunks know: night makes protocol taste good like all fevers do. Night's just the other part of town, no more lonely than the sun beat streets. Skunks can cope. As Darwin will tell you, skunks have weaponized anal glands. They make the best of what they have. In the light of day, tho, do we know the final score? Do we even know what teams are playing? Can today's skunks still remain relevant? Look how shadow governments fixate on flourishing, trust in the bankable. Those silver linings argue for more outcasting on the basis of born again financial reports and offshore benefaction. Just don't step on skunk and its real time report. Stay kind with every inkling as you wander in the dark. Like skunk, you have a light somehow.
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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