is there a room booked, said sponge, is there?
a room, said breadroll, who thought of that? a room. booked. o dear.
block of wood examined the pavement. still something stuck, he said, we should consider our options.
stuck, said breadroll, options. well, we could use our fingernails.
this is it, said block of wood, none of us has fingernails.
that should be discussed in further detail, said sponge, at least the discussion of the issue in further detail should be made part of an agenda of issues and items to be possibly discussed in the course of a decent meeting.
that is a very agreeable position indeed, said breadroll.
we should sit down, said block of wood, can you confirm that?
they sat down.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
a room
- 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

29 November, 2004




