there was a fruit scare again, said breadroll, in town as it seems.
o really, block of wood, in town?
question: answer: yes.
o dear, said block of wood. his forehead appeared wrinklier than usual (sponge said: it looks plain worried. this type of worried gothic wrinkles. like a confession box, old oaken, medieval more so. (breadroll: different opinion)).
in town, said block of wood, bet it is fruit and fibre again.
it is indeed, said breadroll, isn’t it.
could you pass me the butter please, said sponge.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
scare
- 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 May, 2004




