because it was breezing in a rather dull way,
because it demanded constant attention,
because it was not quite loved,
because it did not have a work permit the little wind was let go and replaced with vending machine.
it does have nice chocolate in it, said breadroll.
and cake, said block of wood.
a-shut up, said breadroll, won’t you.
wet towels, said sponge.
the bonus is chatterboxed, de nada this year, said silence, what d’you think?.
sponge: mvbvoeh b e.
breadroll: eowtzbfosks xjwpw xi kkrhst ztb xpx dn.
block of wood: caemuo ii amvuyri xl.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
reasons
- 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 April, 2004




