when the soldiers killed the man, said breadroll, he looked like sponge for a second.
that’s a terrible thing to say, said block of wood, he was a young father of three elderlies.
i’m shocked myself, said breadroll.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
terror’s terrible torments
- 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

24 November, 2006




