now. we count, said sponge, one. that’s it.
two, said breadroll.
tee, said block of wood.
good work, excellent, said sponge, we work on it a bit, some minor points, and then send it off. but for now, we ought to dribble.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
count
- 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

28 January, 2004




