we better come up with something, said sponge. something.
couldn’t we wait for some thing, said breadrool.
there isn’t much that hasn’t been waited for, said sponge.
i see, said breadroll, we wait then till.
until, said sponge.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
there must be a question
- 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 July, 2006




