block of wood had successfully assured himself that he had not been left out on purpose. he sat — lights on, lights off — at the table. lights or lice, he said, who cares. the itch still would not go.
better times are underway, scratch wood.
entry sponge. i am going to talk to this block of wood now, he says, it is not that hard to talk to a block of wood. easier than many of you might think.
oh yes, said sponge and did not further specify the meaning of his words.
there is none, said block of wood.
what, said sponge.
meaning, said block of wood, in your words.
oh yes, said sponge, no, none, but i’m hoping to get away with it.
i see, said block of wood, tea anyone?
don’t even think of making this a chorus, said sponge.
lights on, gradually. chair, table, yucca tree.
lights on, gradually. chair, table, yucca tree.
they never had it twice before, said breadroll.
no, said sponge, never.
that’s a novelty, said breadroll.
lights on, gradually. chair, table, yucca tree.
lights on, gradually. chair, table, yucca tree.
lights on, gradually. chair, table, yucca tree.
i think we better go, said breadroll.
do we have to have this every day, said breadroll.
suppose we do, said sponge.
every day, said breadroll.
yep, said sponge.
a long pause.
every day, said sponge.
you’re not serious, said breadroll.
lights on, gradually. chair, table, yucca tree.
as i said, said sponge. stopped. he hovered around a bit and then went off.
we are just as clueless as you are, perhaps, about what might have happened there.
pff = sound of sudden exhalation with lips closed as much as possible.
1.) i feckin knew this moment would come, said sponge and was glad to have made a point. it makes all the difference, he said, all the diferrence and all the differennce as well. no matter how you spell it. it always will be the same. xsake.
nice ways of putting it, said sponge.
tea steamed. toast burned. the feast seemed to be prepared in the forefathers’ manner.
2. ) i think, said breadroll, — and that’s why i am on this chair indeed and not in this basket there on the table — that it was quite nifty of him to comment on his on remarks. truly astounding. astoun—ding. gosh how i do adore this word. astounding.
3.) i wasn’t finished, said sponge, not quite. or quire as you may type when you happen to be in a hurry; now go and shit yourself, you sissy.
the train now approaching platform one is the eight o’five service to crapwalk, calling at fuckoff, getlost, bruisington and shitstir.
i guess, said sponge, that’s not ours.
guess not, said breadroll.
anything else to discuss?
guess not, said block of wood.
guess we’re done for today, said sponge.
think so too, said breadroll.
we don’t want you to ruin this episode for us, said sponge.
nor any other, said breadroll, but this one in particular.
exactly, nor any other, said sponge.
but this one in particular, said breadroll, to make that clear.
highlight and earmark, said sponge. attach a memo. at least a post-it. and send an email, copy me in.
block of wood, however, the addressee of the repeatedly placed request not to ruin this episode — or indeed any other — did not get the message until much later; too late, as some argued.
other this and other episodes a morning breeze blew. nothing new. the description of sensations of nature puts a piece of prose in a more natural context.
all that shit, said breadroll, would they ever flush.
in the meantime sponge and block of wood enjoyed a little cup.
we should pour some more tea, said block of wood rushing through the lyrical scene like a bull through a china shop.
completely forgot to comment on yesterday’s sunrise. said sponge.
too late now, said breadroll.
better now, said sponge.
than never, said block of wood.
that’s us, said sponge, back on target. i can feel the vibes moving synergetically, can you?
one acknowledged, the other summarised. obviously all would be wrapped up nicely in a report and send off for review and all that shit.
nice morn, sun shone, over crest of mountain; longish crest, like a crescent; sun shone, entry sponge.
there has to be an end to this, sponge said and continued, bloody soli, yea that’s how you’re meant to call them, soli. not solos or the likes, know what i am talking about. soli. we have a culture going on here.
now would you, said breadroll — who meanwhile had sneaked in to stick on the kettle — and grew almost silent. that’s me, i think, for today, he said, now would you believe?
no, said sponge, but i know man untied hasn’t been quite up to it recently and that shall shed a light.
certainly will, said breadroll, tea?
yes please, said sponge.
now this is my solo, said block of wood, performance, i, so to speak, hijacked this episode and will not mention sponge. nor breadroll. nor any parallel universe. no mention, not a word, i swear to god. that’s that now.
that is was mean and wicked, breadroll had to remark, and highly uncouth to lash butter on him like that, not a lowfat product at all …
wasn’t it margarine, said sponge.
having been interupted breadroll looked startled (puzzled, flabbergasted, surprised, startled.). err, he said, i’m confused.
margarine, said sponge, is not supposed to be very good for you.
butter, said block of wood.
much better for you, said sponge.
hello. hello hello. hello.
sponge handed out two hellos and received two hellos back in return. breakeven. not bad, he said.
not too bad, said breadroll.
certainly not said sponge.
so, said breadroll, you’re back then.
was he away, said block of wood.
he wasn’t, said breadroll, that’s just something one does ask out of courtesy. it’s called making conversation. you learn this stuff in tree school, don’t you?
block of wood accepted the explanation, however, in a parallel world blokk (known as) slashed breadroll with a knife (the most suitable tool for the specific task) to apply lashings of butter and jam and later ask for further clarification.
he completely forgot about us, said breadroll.
utterly, said block of wood.
when was that again, said breadroll.
yesterday, said block of wood.
whether he, block of wood, was sure about that breadroll then inquired and block of wood acknowledged. yes, he said.
well i suppose, said breadroll, i have almost forgotten about it.
well then, said sponge, it’s mon and we could squeeze a day in. or two which would bring us to wednes. if we then bridge the gap and make room for just two more days we easily take thurs and fri.
sponge took the cup to his mouth, closed his lips around the cup’s rim and halted all movement. he remained motionless for the better part of a while; that he was supposed to comment on something he said after said better part of a while and that he did not know what to say and it was rather difficult to speak with a cup at one’s mouth.
fair enough, said breadroll we’ll continue some other time.
that’s what we do, said block of wood, we’ll keep ourselves busy in the meantime.
we can always raise cups, said breadroll.
a fine observation.
did you hear about the sheep, said sponge.
the goat, said breadroll.
of hell, said block of wood.
indeed, said sponge.
no, said breadroll, not a word.
that’s a shame, said sponge, would have been an excellent opportunity to learn about the sheep. our readers, so i believe, are dying to know all about it
in future turnips, parnips and suedes should be their subject, as they subsequently decided (although this decision had been made without any scheduled meeting and therefore is subject to change without notice).
is there a train soon, said block of wood.
soon, said bradroll.
brll, said block of wood.
you’re still doing it, said breadroll, i thought you had training.
postponed, said block of wood.
is there any tea, said sponge.
no tea was available at this stage. it was agreed to set up a policy with regard to the supply of tea and other warm beverages staff may ask for.
there should be some in the shop, said breadroll, if we find it that is.
the train arrived and breadroll, sponge and block of wood got on as anybody else did. the boarding of the the train was a very uneventful enterprise that does not require further description.
a man with a sheep boarded the train. breadroll, sponge and block of wood did not see the man with the sheep, hence did not comment. that is about all one can say about this morning.
o look, said breadroll, there is a cup.
and there, said block of wood, is tea.
isn’t that lovely, said sponge, we three, here, around the corner, at last.
brllo, said breadroll.
what about the i, said block of wood.
what about it, said breadroll.
it’s missing, said block of wood.
new policy, said sponge, we are required to be rather economic with terms that aim to express excitement.
i see, said block of wood, brll.
that was a tad bit too economic and a training session for block of wood was arranged.
should we go around or in circles, enquiry from sponge.
in circles way cooler but around gets you around. so we go. let’s not cut corners and file a report on the matter.
28 January, 2005 
