fart. fart, what’s that but a highlighted pee or poo in waiting, not a pee perhaps. i can’t believe anyone wants to know that, said sponge.
the public, after all we are celebrities. says breadroll without meaning it nor clarifying which bit; which bit, said sponge, you know we all tire from time to time. maybe brekst doesn’t but he’s one of those arty types.
sulky silence. just tick yes, we don’t want to cause problems. after all.
fishburger please, said sponge.
would that be him, the man said with a very fictional smile, making a cheerful face.
not the question, said sponge. i’m only out for a second i couldn’t waste time if i wanted to. me, too, the man said.
would you like fries with that?
will you use the bathroom?
no, yes, said sponge.
for your safety, the man said as he handed over the bag.
i’m not paying. sponge was sure. no way; no matter who he is.
he is the man who can provide egg sandwiches at office parties, said breadroll.
we put it on the account, said sponge. we should.
but would we?
frozen with terror, should we let them terr’ists prevail? a big a question. a word has been thrown out there. sponge sit. breadroll stands.
we should be safe though, what should happen. the lad over there has a monobrow, does it make him suspicious? the other lads mumbles to himself? a brief prayer before action? thoughts of tearing the lad’s face off. dismissed thought, not good but a start. there should be a line of comfort. remining positive.
to ask, to dare. who wouldn’t. and who would? the train man would look at the ticket, would nod and out? he would look at the ticket, and again, and compare with what, and look at the ticket once more, just to make sure, would say no, no return, no can’t get back in, cunt, he wouldn’t use those words. off you go the train man says.
sounds easy enough, said sponge. who wouldn’t try.
hang on, the train man says, wait a second, let me see again.
not necessarily, said breadroll. there could be complications.
freedom is just another word for a day spent outside a train company’s detention cell. and i shall protect your freedom by locking you in the bogs. the man seems satisfied with his decision.
that’s pure terr’r, said sponge. they just cancelled the train.
to cancel.
to make void. revoke. annul. to cancel a reservation for instance, or to decide or announce that a planned event will not take place after all although the usual freeloaders and hagers-on will turn up any way. call off what should never have been on, to cancel a meeting with an somebody one hasn’t met. to mark or perforate (a postage stamp, admission ticket, a condom) so as to render invalid for reuse. neutralize; counterbalance; compensate for. reach out.
i will make a book one day, said sponge only with words in it. on terror.
rain. more rain. so it goes.
not a satisfactory answer, said sponge, then again, the question was somehow cryptic. brekst does not really ask any questions.
yet it is his big entry, said breadroll, i came to ask a question. it is terrible. the train is late. statistically it is on time though. if two trains are due at 17.30 and one arrives at 17.25 and the other at 17.35 both are on time statistically.
that is how success is made, said sponge. they do apologise for any convenience caused.
we are a dew, a whiff, a shadow. and what are our meadows but a herbal angstish tree?
herr brekst said this beautifully and almost without an accent.
sponge applauded, so did breadroll. block of wood was using the facilities. they were still stuck in dun laoghaire.
what are we, me and thee?
nowst flour and then sheet, nowst some and then neat?
waiting waiting waiting. just standing there sitting there being about.
joy to listen to some music with the phone and get the message from an ipod, too. entertained waiting. a message. not incoming but outbound as no-one has replied yet to the end of the day. sponge said that the noises annoy him but it is important to keep in touch.
breadroll agrees; a desparate situation, only that the the ipod rings and the phone changes channel and all in a sudden the message that dun laoghaire station will be amongst those served by that dart is communicated. after starringat the phone and the ipod. there is no shop at dun laoghaire station, said sponge, to end the story.
will the girl get a lift? does fake tan applied in patches looked alright in the flirry heat of spain?
people in dun laoghaire do not feel a lot of sympathy for people from offally, said sponge after all they used to sell offal and overcharge greatly. back in history that was. nowadays they don’t sell much at all. they have been bombed recently.
yeah, said breadroll, as a sidekick i obviously agree but anyway, the town is full of refugees.
the prices they charge for sex are appalling, says block of wood.
the rain has stopped for a while, said sponge, but not for long. i wonder if that is the climate change.
smells like i anyway, said breadroll, i smell a rat when i see one.
that was the most stupid comment in a while.
was meant to be.
that brings me back, said sponge, hours of senseless talk. just speak. he looks around, sees nothing. ya well, he says.
31 August, 2007 