conditions. what conditions? what did he say? sponge in want of answers and none to come. will he?
that line, as it stands, could be right out of a novel but it ain’t. not even a story. just a sentence, a line. zip. not a novel. will he? what? and who is ‘he’ anyway. sponge would owe us a few answers, whether we get them is another question. we should go for a drink, and leave that punk here, that fungus guy. i’ll buy you one.
these things keep happening. people break into a story and ruin it. the story is over by the time they are gone.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.

3 August, 2009 
