During the reign of grey rocks, some told oxidized, some gloomy quartz, some even sandy grit. In the transit of time before time into the earth but also after time, the rock grew fabled. Increase is earth, abetted by the long year light. And life as proscription dotted the meager firm plains. Thus deities in the motion towards such extremity as of reverse of obverse, were mulct and sped. Life as a keen subject produces a tale of wordless friction. Days needed language to follow guffaws and grunts. Corn must grow abetting, and deep carrot of information. Dulcet trees must presume the land. The snorting mulled thinking people in presence must begin a-singing of ramparts and spatial liberty. Lillibulero. Cattle looked slightly while grunting in the tender place, the Age of Anything Else. And so parts become, or only almost.
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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