pussywillow woodget could not believe her eyes when she saw the mess workmen had left in her kitchen after fixing something in the bathroom, i swear to god, the mess. even years after the event she denied to have any knowledge of it. i don’t believe it, she said, just can’t believe it.
yes, herr brekst said, i heard.
sponge said nothing. he watched a cyclist instead. the bus moved on. nothing more to add.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
sentence on faith
- 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 December, 2008




