Stein like a star.

When I read Shakespeare is above me. Hiss whispers how to read. Read with the mind while the microwave is open. The cloud is gone. The stars can’t see your eyes. The text hides you. The blank margin inks life. Mind is not the gutter from the sea. Treat the Fish, the holy reading, with care. The literature of holy can’t swim breath for long. The need is a friend that fish has. Patience in the sand buried the castle Truth. Oxygen understanding is fins that fits. Without humor bubble is humorless. Without patience so then Fish is out of you. It is out of me. How you read Fish is how you read life. With beauty guiding the blind so that the deaf could see. Microwave blasts the oven and cooks the fish yummy.
Cannonballs.
cars.
airplanes.
jets.
swords.
Tao.
machine.
Pooh.
atomic.
Quidditch.
bomb.
Alexander the Great.
Malfoy.
Brathwaite.
Edward
Edward Edward to March in September May June December open the mouth of Fish. The fish also eggs:
Victorian Age.
Civil of Rights (and my god, did you say 400words?!).
“the Potter’s hands.”
Industrial Revolution.
The Fish plumps the anemone off to produce:
Roseau.
Aristotle.
Anakin.
Achebe.
Bach.
Bacon.
Beethoven.
Blake.
No breath will come out of impatience to light the microwave. Without the microwave the Fish won’t breathe. It de-exists:




Machiavelli.



No one can exist without Machiavelli. He dies without the Fish. The fish can’t breathe without the microwave. The microwave doesn’t blast without you. The Fish impregnates itself to give you:
Boyle.
Botticelli.
Chopin.
Churchill.
Conrad.
Dickens.
Dr. Seuss.
All the people in between the great above. With these treasures learn to take care of the Fish. The fish gives eggs so we should give eggs from the mind. The mind is plastic. It can be either patience understanding tolerance. Be tolerant when reading ruins you. It is supposed to. Reading sometimes obliterates the words:
Fun.
Fling. It gives gold instead. The tomb of Constantine the Great is buried in the scales of the Fish. It is up to you to scrounge for it beneath Machu Pichu. Since the Fish doesn’t run out of : Augustus.
Aeneas.
Julius Caesar.
Marcus Aurelius.
Nero.
Ovid.
Romulus and Remus who were taken care of by Mother Wolf.
All the men who possess ageless beauty, “To read or not to read” shouldn’t even be a question. To read is to take care of the Fish. The Fish is to read. When you do a good thing to the fish the fish does a good thing to you too. So, take care of the fish. Someday you could also say “Veni, vidi, vici” like a one proud, proud fool.




P.S. Gertrude Stein is a genius. It takes me five minutes to write one sentence without just jumbling the words out of order. I can’t imagine what kind of drug Stein must be taking for her to be able to stand the kind of book she’s writing without minding the lack of conventional everything.