the Book of Sponge and Others.

2 January, 2009 No comment

herr brekst walked into a cafe (with a short sentence on his lips). these things happen, in a same thing, different day sort of manner. he saw a man. he, the man, drank coffee. a suitable activity but that is another thing; we won’t talk about it now, at this point. they used to celebrate, brekst said, back in the middle ages, more than we would think, if we think about them at all that is. most of the time we don’t. the train people had received some cash as a bonus. the short sentence skirting his lips in brackets had disappeared like a flap dragon.
it’ll be a while now, said sponge, until these train people get back on track.
they are on schedule though. but schedule is a long word, might be a while to be through.
they have a rigid definition, they’ll be on track soon.

annabloom --- spongism, spongism 4

1 January, 2009 No comment

so it goes, said sponge, year in, year out, on and on, same syntax.
to go on: on looking back ‘on’, the word, reads ‘no’.
elderly ladies will fall out of windows once more, or twice, will tumble down, go on. get up, swiftly clean their clothes and go about their business, go on, get on with things.
we don’t to worry about that, said sponge, everything will fall in the right place. with breadroll’s agreement they spent the day this way or the other. nothing happened. but that is different story.

annabloom --- spongism, spongism 4