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Thursday, June 5, 2008

she

She was lonesome. She was not remembering all of this thing. She was not ever remembering everything of being lonesome. She was lonesome, she was not regretting this thing, she was not expecting anything from that thing, from being lonesome. She was not expecting anything in being lonesome. She was lonesome and she was not interested in the thing in being lonesome, she was not interested in not expecting anything from being lonesome. She was lonesome and was always knowing all any one could know about that thing about her being lonesome. She was lonesome and was remembering all there was to remember of the thing of her being lonesome.

She was lonesome and that was not coming to be something. Being lonesome was not coming to be anything. She was remembering enough of that thing that being lonesome was not coming to be something. She was lonesome and she was not using that thing in remembering being lonesome, she was not using very much then. She was lonesome and she remembered enough about that thing and she would be lonesome and she would be remembering all she was remembering about that thing. She was lonesome and forgetting anything and remembering something of forgetting everything.

in Many Many Women (1910)
Gertrude Stein

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