what time is the meeting at?
soon. or maybe it’s postponed.
sponge and breadroll starred at something stuck to the pavement. block of wood poured tea, added milk. sponge scratched himself behind his left ear. breadroll pointed out that they, the ears as he clarified, were somehow asymmetrical. sponge and block of wood refreshed his memory.
that was subject to discussion a while ago, actually, they said.
block of wood had a sip. whether anyone wanted tea, he asked.
breadroll and sponge did not want tea and told him so. sponge starred at something else stuck to the pavement.
the amount of stuff stuck to the pavement, he said, unreal.
yea, mad isn’t it, said breadroll.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
activities
- 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

26 November, 2004




