we don’t need to give in, just because silence had broken out and maybe on the way to the office, sponge said to the block of wood and breadroll, there is no logical reason why she should turn up here, in all fairness, i mean look at this place, would you want to be here if you didn’t have to?
neither is there any other reason, he said.
he turned around and petrified. a spreadsheet on statistical probabilities arrived in the emailbox.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
fight
- 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

26 April, 2004




