how easily one forgets, said breadroll, but i do wonder where sponge just might be.
happy, said block of wood.
where i said, said breadroll, not how.
i don’t know, said block of wood.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
friendly wooden contact
- 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 November, 2006




