a tiny wind was let breezing over the desk’s flatitude. it not dare to whistle, let alone howl. it did not see much point in doing so, it did not see much point in being a wind. however, as it had signed a contract – entered into an agreement as they say – and a contract is a contract is a contract — fullstop period — silence reigned.
breadroll, sponge and block of wood asked to be mentioned. favour granted. can you top that?
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
state of stats
- 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 April, 2004




