Snakes have it wrong and it's their own damn fault. They should have normal arms and legs--the full bloom of logical spirit--and try to be agreeable, not writhing. Snakes should smile more with glad hand, would that hurt? Could they avoid being underfoot, laying in wait, as all waiting waits for you. They bring timor mortis to tried time. Maybe keep venom and fangs to themselves, they overplay that card. You can see snakes lack basic human culture. Sound the register: snakes unhinge jaws to accommodate huge smackerels of prey, they mate in knotty tangles worse than your own, they leaven the stories of wormy deceit. Snakes can be fathomed by fear, an ancient unforgettable human trait. Cold blood exacts liability, like who you are is what you fear, even in sunlight. Every town knows its snakes in strange whiplike commotion. Dun-coloured parliamentarian contortions of snake manage fear and ostracism with nagging twist. The righteous shall clutch hard the plummeting wagon of gosh. Nightmares dreamt by active imagination and spirit of occult produces myth and misses. Snakes reside somewhere in you, the hidden reptile you. Your normalcy holds back the tides, tho the tides may as easily disagree. Walk barefoot and the landscape bites, ever and always in your mind.
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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