i don’t know what to say, said breadroll, really, i could sit here for hours, well minutes and talk but when i pick up my ear starts to sweat and that’s that. silence. —- the phone keep ringing. some people have all the time in the world. i’ve seen a cartoon once where a man says that.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
- 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

27 February, 2006




