when i hear christmas, said sponge, i want to discharge my revolver.
o dear, said breadroll, that’s drastic. what kind of revolver.
browning, said sponge.
sure, said breadroll, mauser is worse.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
discharge responsibility for feathers’ feast
- 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

25 December, 2006




