so what’s up, said breadroll, and, nothing, said sponge. a pause.
that’s good, said sponge, tonight it will have rained all day and we will have spent another day; it is all nicely arranged for us.
yeah well, said breadroll, we are privileged, but what about the others.
we give something to charity, said sponge, so nothing’s up as i said.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
make things history
- 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

20 July, 2007




