20 March, 2007 
do you want me to hug you again, said breadroll.
you are yet to hug me, said sponge.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
do it again moment
about away as in gone
away, said sponge, yes. away. i told the media but they would not do a thing. bit by bit i shall tell you and – block of wood. where is he?
gone, said breadroll, not here.
sounds silly, said sponge, but i can see that.
they both nodded in appreciation.
a quick encounter between dawn and morn
you’ve been away for a long time, said breadroll, a long time indeed. as if the repetition would add emphasis.
more for the rhythm, is it, said sponge.
would you leave again?
definitely, said sponge.
always along those lines
you again is it, said breadroll.
yes, said brekst, i came to ask a question.
well?
it is not that easy, herr brekst said, i am not at ease with the question. we usually battle a lot and questioning things did turn out to be a struggle. poor me, you wouldn’t have a cigarette?
gave up, said breadroll.
so did i, herrbrekst said.