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.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
sponging corners will not work
- 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

30 May, 2006




