so the strike is over then, is it?
couch had packed her parcels, bulged her bags and fitted the suitcases. she was ready to go bar sponge, breadroll and block of wood sitting on her.
yep, it is over.
pretty much so.
kind of, i’d say.
they did not move.
earlier this morning sponge had said that their hats may look rather silly, but this aspect had not yet been fully discussed and considered.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
strike out
- 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

19 January, 2004




