Whatever we know about Walt personally– we do know he was, during some period of his life, a dandy. A Tristam Shandy. Taking a powder, a pow wow powder.
A stroll on a beach, a sidewalk of New York pounding the pavement, to an arraignment, walk on a wild side, a pulling back time, while doing time, to the promenade where the smart hats, including those of a cowboy, or campesino, or a top dollar extravaganza, in a Trump dollar fartaganza, for the Trump Towers, of Mordor, “of the people, for the people, by the people” rooms to rent, Steven Speigel-Speigberg-ET-Gandhi fast, pay fifty cent.
In a flower of pow wow powder Atlantic City beach, scenery crashing wave replete, Sur le pave, le plage, vista a stroll, aboriginal seeing a fresh immigrant good-looking fine figure of a woman, pushing a grocery cart, her baby inside, taking a ride… Little papoose, a special wheeled stroller,
A baby stroller requiring the infrastructure of concrete, glass, and steel, to be wheel, rebar, reveal.
Spam of Human Affection 
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