The quicksand of the world, words holds things. Even something as shady as things reports a presence of language effect. It can't be helped, and pronouns don't help, either. One thing becomes another without entitlement and joining. Just words. Pronouns follow paths with distribution plans. You cannot be clear with such a horizon ahead. But each word, as described by transience, whistles with preposterous delight. Words made trees in a flash, then an animal rose. The thought rose to rise. A word blend, or compositions thereof, and a world, tho you know world by brief despatch and in between. You think things until words match. And still the world as world. Try laying down in the music call of each word. You've got to do something.
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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