Officer could, in the failure of light—inner rustle. Alphabet learned from some aimless rock. It seems to fulfill elliptical in its path, but only guesses surmount. We looked over the horizon, beyond the most eyeball, and thought so, truly. And monumental extending of the work placed just so, tagged forever. It could not hold a name but was larger than smaller, possibly the extent of possible. We began to see the length of alphabet, thinking how we collect together. Language amounts to ratiocination. Can almost talk or place that alphabet to good use and reflection of sound noise thru spacious earnest citadels and town borders, closed wayfarers and sinking feeling. Thinking about unhappiness all the time, just for the pleasure in crude maximums and minimums, and coupled to a boundlessness that ekes forever in the smallest kindness. Age makes a spur, and settles all until. Forget you bombast, the least of the beat formally continues.
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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