it’ll be a short week, said sponge, i reckon, now i actually think, best thing is i’ll do the old, tried and tested wet-myself-and-have-people-sit-on-me trick.
endless hours of endless fun, block of wood knew to add.
one day i’ll shove a cutlet in my cleft, said breadroll.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
short
- kindness of strangers
- some lives are worse than others but the stories are all the same
- anything is good for something in the end
- we don’t like days and are at odds with nights
- inflate or deflate or put on another show
- egg and a query
- come to mention it a melody sounds like the other
- a legend is born
- somewhere would be something else now
- the trail of art

29 October, 2003




