now that we are framed, said breadroll, why don’t we fade out.
we didn’t get dusted this morning. block of wood seemed tired. i am tired, he said, sick of this.
finally a final decision was made.
we fade, if it is approved, said sponge.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
fade
- 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

30 January, 2004




