look, over there, said sponge and pointed. the innocent bystander. he’s going to get himself killed i bet. look, and he’s innocent.
not a baby though, said breadroll.
while being stared at and expecting to be asked for change or cigarettes the innocent bystander kept on going about his business in a clumsy, bystanderish way; eventually was killed during a possibly unrelated incident.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
fate will not fail you
- 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

1 August, 2008




