Potatoes swing and sway in the high speed entropy of soil, which you notably call dirt. Communal rocks of great savvy, potatoes bring the high glycemic existential problem of hunger to the carry on. The fast food that makes you slow, potatoes share need without the sanctity of pity. They grow together in darksome jollity, so you will know them well. They apply pace to every meditation. Food has never been ordinary but potatoes supply the grandest view of downtown. Foodstuff and staple, potatoes provide divots for groundlings while the builders vie for opportunity. Born to live but a little space, you receive urge from potato's promise. A world of fried splendour awaits, so long as you can open your mouth. Your mouth indeed presents the vestry to your chapel. Carbohydrates follow a plan you will never master, but you can share what you have.
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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