the dead bird won’t look more like a turkey, said sponge, when you stomp it. it’s a dead bird.
almost the size of a turkey breast, said breadroll.
that’s because you stomped it, said sponge.
you said that, said breadroll.
they felt very silly. only one was saved, they say. only one, but one is not bad. saved. that means he’s alright. one. saved. imagine that.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
across the nations peace, evils and friends
- 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

26 December, 2007




