Language that sprung, of words. Word haven’t long existed, in our time. Put the tongue’s weight on each word in usage. Parabla, parole. Describe what usage means while lolling. Nothing but astonishment remains, in strides upon the path. Words, which represent language in a tinny blue pleistocene cold runway. Future makes verbs look big while weighing forever. Heard the lightning, saw the thunder. Fire is just water, earth is just air. Justness simply balances the dividend. Inside we are between, one word at a time.
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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