i am tired, said sponge.
me too, said breadroll and rubbed jam stains off, perhaps we jump into an axe like block of wood does.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
tired
- 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

31 October, 2003




