Before rock was assigned, rock lived molten, just like you. The furry gardens of earth rendered magma as nature, and you had a home. Rock filled in the map, with odd locutions and fanciful tests. Ages happened and words crept out. Rock became the essential toy of fabrication until tree could be useful. Rock settled in place but also chanced to roam. Thus your footing. Tree became later after the ocean figured out time. Rock made reminders. If you ever stood on a bridge, you know. You really don't know, of course, but you can hear what others say. The Sun as a molten candle looks good today, and tomorrow rock will sing. In a matter of time a matter of time will appear. You can become the rock that knows this, this rock. That will be later, when you’ve been enough rock.
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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