The ancient Greeks, vigilantly ancient, labeled planets as wandering stars. Planet can also be translated—free as you are—as galloping hoplite, suggesting instant remand or language as betterment. Just find between spaces between spaces for the perfect word. Like all ancients up till this very day, the Greeks looked to the skies for clues. So much breezeway in the wherewithal of looking. Because the Greeks did that so did the Romans, and other cultures before machines started talking. The planets pitched about more than stars did and looked brighter up there so better stories unfolded. Note bold blink of Venus, dawn or dusk, and Botticelli has been busy. King of Roman gods shines vast as speck. Blood red Mars endures as notion net loss across the tractor beam. Pluto aka Death is surely there, known but not well seen. And you read wild language fabulations, literary contrails imagined in the genuine dark. Dark remains the strictest beacon as you watch.
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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