well, are we going, said breadroll. the cows are home, the buns are up, sunshine marks the day.
yep, said block of wood, would be a good thing, bleedin goin, bleedin feckin well feckin gown, feckin fuck fuck.
while i appreciate your opinions as a valuable input, said sponge, the same time i shall point out the fact that we are on the move already indeed.
he pointed out a reflection in a shop window showing them meandering down the road, equipped with enough weaponry to chase a bus.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
gone chasing
- 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

27 May, 2004




