Commonly called milkweed, this fervid plant also goes by the name Asclepius, with a trundling list of species names addended. In the days of Greek, the real thing, Asclepius was a god without benefits, just like you. No thunderbolt tricks, no shape-changing swan sex. Asclepius boringly earned renown, aside from being Apollo’s son, from mere knowledge in medical healing. Of course his father killed Asclepius’ mother because god but saved the infant in her womb also because god. So we have a story and a franchise. Asclepius found weeds less worthless than you do, and learned to use nature things with which to concoct cures or simple calming, Mojo Hand and John the Conqueroo until blended, tho in Greek. Sway insofar as butterflies enjoy the trick of flowers open elemental. Meanwhile becomes broadcloth, then the milkweed pod files exploding floating seeds to sail and mean. You have watched the patient wind-caressed dogged plea oblivion. The seeds float and fluctuate knowing nothing as much as you do. Sound familiar? Expert Greek knowing starts with knowing Greek starts. Amazing Greeks had tables and people enjoying fronds of health. Listen to the Greek knowledge while Greek time ticks in time to the space between your hopeful ears. Milkweed in the space of place brings scented sentences in just time. Your eyes just go forever.
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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