an the ass saw the angel, said sponge, and took no notice.
what an ass, said breadroll, if you allow the pun.
i don’t, said sponge, you know.
i know now, and i take it back. was she nude? like in those paintings?
too late.
too bad. what a shame.
indeed.
the ass should have shagged the angel, said breadroll, would have added to the story.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
on asses and ignorance
- 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

24 December, 2008




