Dark imagined gully dragging down expiate. The best worst place, by gods and goddesses established as Deities and rules. Dante of course by the helping hand. These that rule those, until turned so in forgiven. These then the best Deities tho partway. lissome perfect stuff pillow under your head. Forget when you weren’t forgetting and forget again. Kennings and circumlocutions in the court of Time. It is a forge and forging time, every bit. So the established post-beginning mires easily in talkshow or nasal congestion, bad penny or mindless red hat. The Deities serve no one but bust a move in seizure time. Splays out so: different heavens. Talking rivers, boastful trees, lightning overheard speaks thunder, mindful of casualty. And luck has nothing to do with It. It strikes a pose and holds in Moment. That, that moment consternation, the Deities know.
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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