there we go our party yell, said sponge, were we arrive the party is.
q: fffnn? was there or wasn’t a moment where you saw the next corner and the fact that there was no shop to ease the disappointment a bit.
a: no there wasn’t i swear to gawd.
q: going forward, would you do any different?
bob bob bob along bob along bob along. a-long. silly word.
what if we all sat peacefully together, said sponge. he waited.
that is reporting an internal process. we know how difficult that can be; shall i sing it ——> (makeshift melody): wHat i’hIf wee All sa’Tah ha- peAcefuLly tOgEthAah; but again: we know it does not work that way. he might not have intended to mean it that way, though; although we shouldn’t have phrased it so harshly.
this does not come as a surprise, said sponge. i saw the corner coming. knew there would not be a shop. sometimes i feel it does not really matter. i might spell it maater but it would not change a lot.
sponge tried to make it a day but no avail. we skip that, he says but of course nobody hears. we coukld go to the shop if there was one; and how much fun we would have in the mall.
they arrived at a new corner. eventually. no shop. this building does not allow for shops, apparently, said sponge.
what are we going to do now, said breadroll. wait?
you’d be surprised, said block of wood.
they spent the day like that.
it’s not so bad, said breadroll, that the quote wasn’t yours. you could be liable for it otherwise.
who knows that, said sponge, nobody you would pay for it.
yes, said breadroll, but that’s beside the point.
we never get away, said sponge, without a bike.
q: and how did this soldiers come about?
a: that to tell would indeed require an extraordinary rendition on our part — and we’re not budgeted for that right now.
answer to give the sarge would be required who unfortunately was busy supervising the occasional rape and pillage. this is the plight with fullscale engagements, they are fast-paced and implemented decisions as they come up, however it should be soon over as this corner is rather unevenful, unlikely they will find anything massively destructive here.
fnnn. add a quote:-
the art of war, then, is governed by five constant
factors, all to factored in and to be taken into account
in one’s deliberations —and then to squeeze a fuck in between the factoring by ways other than mispelling but we get carried away now—,
when seeking to determine the
conditions obtaining in the field between harvests and serious battles.
these are plain bold: (1) the moral law and the immoral one and the other one; (2) heaven and hell and mary and joseph; (3) planet earth;
(4) the commander as such; (5) policies and compliance.
rarely we get such impressive quotes.
that threw us, didn’t it? sponge was matteroffactish, in a way that certainly sought approval but also let room for improvement, well balanced inviting imitation most nominally. we should vote.
for what, said breadroll.
a naked man, said sponge, that is something of meaning. no?
no, said block of wood to have a word in. he has words in every now and then but basically could turn into a chair if it was not for the violence.
so no chance for a bike, said sponge, to get along?
no, said breadroll, we won’t have one.
the naked man was getting along fast as well, said block of wood and he had a point.
it took a while for the others to get it and they weren’t quick to respond either.
a man came running, bolted around the corner and was gone in no time. the man had been naked, his pasty-white skin had left an impression.
you would not believe who that was, said breadroll.
no, said sponge, i wouldn’t.
it came to me, said sponge, that in addition to phones we should do something on bicycles. in fact, getting around corners on a bike, you can guess the rest.
q: and, i believe, the soldiers’ arrival was not helpful either for your attempts to leave this very corner?
a: noe, not at all.
q: i see. fnnnnn. —— i hate those breaks, too, you know. not very helpful you know.
a: i know. those breaks. nothing to say for yourself, you close your eyes and when you open those googles of yours again there is still nothing to say, not a spark.
lights on but seemingly nobody there, said breadroll.
ring doorbell. a man appear. shots. a feeble sorry. not intentionally intend was it, said the sergeant sarge, a feeble excuse i am aware, alas, all that is needed and appropriate in this situation.
what had happened. sponge had looked or a doorbell without success. breadroll had not bothered looking stressing that there probably wouldn’t be one and in case there was and in case someone opened what should they say.
block of wood had tried to boot the door in. a familiar sound for the army personnel.
now look: brown, wooden, rectangular. a picture of it here.
red, wooden, rectangular. that’ll do. block of wood has finish his pathetic search for a door.
why he did that nobody knew and less cared. new attractions waited to be seen such as the outlook to new corners, pieces of gum on the tarmac, bits of skin on the tarmac. uneventful family outings. taxmen and train people holding rallies, funnies faces on the ground, the occasional fall of a lady from the 3rd floor of a building. ladies fell out of windows a lot in st.peterburg during the twenties but things seemed to have changed there since.
but there are no drinks, said breadroll.
of course not, said sponge, it’s early morning. they are hidden somewhere.
we would hate to share, said block of wood, shall we go?
we can’t, said breadroll, some reason. we wait for drinks shall we? and a shop.
meaning, known what it is all about wanting to you must be, my words, marksman, said sponge.
not know i whot thy spaketh, said soldier said, quath ye thinket m’sarge?
sergeant sarge, never too sure whether being addressed properly or slagged on the sly, pretended to look out for potential primary target, his back to the private, while trying to find his line. i know son, he said eventually and turned slightly, tis bleedingly hard hardship spoken mili’tree spake tis foe sure. meaning seeking is of ours and if thous expect shouting and shanting fear not you shall as us eat with knifes and forks us use.
jolly good, said sponge.
q: as in fnnnn.
a: what? you didn’t ask me that, if i interpret you correctly that is.
q: i didn’t, you do, isn’t it? always the matter. did it come as a surprise.
a: no, not really. it was pretty predictable. we knew they would react like this and were prepared.
q: that is always something, to be prepared i mean. i really mean it.
a: it is.
there was some pushing and shoving going on which we missed, sadly enough. we didn’t understand the answer. either. but there it was.
remember when we said we should add some meaning, said sponge. they said that, it was the thing to go for. that’s something we definitely should follow up on, a chance now or never.
they all loved the plan but in the end nothing came out of it.
q: and literature, the albeit whore, shall it ever be this rather murky shadowy being? or can it, may it one day step out of that, that fnnn.
a: albeit quarrels and morals about and around i shall be quite hopeful as people are nattering and shatttering today more than they used to do yesterday. and that is an achievement. we do write more these days and who knows, there might even a book come out of it one day, that what we all hope. just being famous you know.
the corner is not even, breadroll said, but his measurings could not be trusted.
sponge did not feel well, an acceptable start but that was it. he loves being on a chair wet rather then embedded wet for long in this heat. that heat. the heat.
speakers right tou must, private said. poor sod having trouble with his th. his mother should have beaten him more.
three trees in thithershamshire that the late theodore thornthorpe hath planthe the other day do not look too well, said sponge, do you know what i’m saying?
full well i understand, private said, alas, i do have an entry in my file sir confirming that i indeed was not beaten enough as a child an therefore am not able to say what you or anyone else whatsoever, a long sentence it was not getting paid for i will probably depressing it it is is’nt.
that was a strong statement.
it started the usual way: they came, shot the area to pieces and said sorry in a very peculiar way.
not to destroy we want wuff wuff, private said who was designated to lead the embeds they had found on conquest of corner.
if there was a shop it is no more, said breadroll, we could go.
we, said sponge, go. i just got some feedback.
it was and handy thing to have, said sponge, but now as it goes on, i don’t know. not sure if that is a feature.
(the inflatable presenter. a great failure.)
no, said breadroll, he wasn’t it. the drawer and all.
let’s equip’im with better valves, said block of engine.
a man was hovering around the corner as well but he was not a major concern. he would sneak in a comment or two should the interview continue as nowly newly schedulded and dairied and should he take note of it.
we’ve got to get this to work, said sponge, it’s not fair.
(having found the old chocolate vending machine he thought of the days of the upright and standing and those who fought and did not claim back any overtime. that’s off record now, just in case.)
we sincerely want to thank the shock workers brigade, which had to do all this without medication.
31 May, 2006 