i can see we faint, said sponge, like all of us and all around us. wise words. great chords for exit.
there we go again, said breadroll, i was supposed to say that. things i was supposed to i may never say or never again. imagine.
you haven’t said that, said sponge. have you.
i don’t know, said breadroll. and who knows? it is too much of a muchness. we may as well end something somewhere somehow.
at least i should make the effort, don’t care what they use it for, said sponge.
to make more efforts, said breadroll.
block of wood turn into a moment and lingered for a while.
wet sponges suck, dry sponges bounce. yesterday today tomorrow. tomorrow it always better as it has no day in it that could be bad. you see what it mean.
tomorrow? that what everyone says.
and i agree, said sponge.
yesterday i made a wet sponge go into work rather than myself. i made the sponge sit on my chair and wait for me to sit on it.
much excitement for a workday. drawn up minutes.
now here we go, said breadroll.
finally, said block of wood.
eventually, said sponge.
a long day in the office had comes to an end. anyhows.
exactly, said sponge. he looked around the corner. i think it is safe now, he said.
do you think so, said breadroll.
that’s what i just said, said sponge.
you think you’re funny, said block of wood.
no, said sponge, i think it is safe now.
that’s what he said, said breadroll.
we should go, said sponge.
we should, said breadroll.
they looked around the corner. no sign of a motion ban, they thought. somebody let off and somebody else spat; these people stuck out and were reviewed but everyone else seemed to be in a perfect chain of movements. they decided to discuss it in the next meeting they would come across and had tea.
we should really go then, said block of wood.
eggs fill and inflate, said sponge, but no one had mentioned eggs. to be sure, he said. it did not help.
why is it always me who does the talking, said sponge.
dunno, said breadroll.
do you, said block of wood.
what, said breadroll.
no, said block of wood.
what, said breadroll.
no, said block of wood, i meant do you really do all the talking. you know?
know what, said breadroll.
what i meant, said block of wood.
i see, said breadroll.
hours later this little episode caused joy and amusement amongst the three.
we haven’t gone far so far, said sponge.
yes, the others said. then they were silent for a while (until somebody broke the silence again – but that happened some other time. not far after the bridge they would not reach for ages).
and when the spectator looked again, the three were gone.
djkghdriu, he said, dkjfhdfdfrosx, qwerty.
the three had made a move around the corner.
so we did, said sponge.
breadroll and block of wood had nothing to say. they kept quiet. very good, excellent. as this is what happened we should call it a day.
31 December, 2004 