That day, that massed, looming day when knowledge knew what knowledge meant. A branch the size of a genuine branch greeted eyewitnesses with the speed of doubt upon the cold, grey, termagant-like waters of Loch Ness. Explain that with words sometime. Believers exist! Upon reflection--tho why spoil a good thing?--the branch became an otter of such magnificent size that astonishment rose to belligerent heights and the ghost of H P Lovecraft appeared as semblable forcefeed. All this dazzle and more surrounds the actual monster of legend, sunk in the precursorian deep of the Scottish lake. As we all know, Nessie, so called, stretches a goodly 300 yards or even some other number of swimming amplitude while scientifically existing like you when you are hungry. The world becomes a frame for saying outright, whether or not, and bagpipes truly exist. Over time and sometimes under, a monster makes your acquaintance. You should, however, just make your own. Even water of life contains exacting faction.
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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