In the frosty climes where frore winds blow and cappuccinos seem as rarefied as human slime, the polar bear proceeds. Not upwards, like progress, your special, but into the colloquy of straitened means. Up the fullest down. The union representing polar bears contains rash exploitation, just so fastened, as you know. Niche becomes clammy and the air moist, like how all wet mentions you in dissatisfying waves. The idea of the world couldn't last: too much cooperation required. Safety nets remain for the pious sticking to the mouth of. Polar bear, that bogus container of script, looks heap plied by death don't have no mercy. You need not sing along. A master class forms righteous view, inklings just fluctuate in patterned response. Polar bear don't bother to exist but you must in overtime. You define, in the field of time. Grow larger in now time now. The present remains, to escape the future. A neighborly moan says more.
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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