activity creativity agony depression

activity, said sponge, something done and more to do, create options, leave this depression and arrive at the top of the hill, bill.
dada di and dada do fnnnn, the presenter said, what was the answer then?
a: yes. (followed by heavy breathing). yes, my bones suffer mortal agony as my toes taunt me, saying to me all day long, where is your daddy?


what time is the meeting at?
soon. or maybe it’s postponed.
sponge and breadroll starred at something stuck to the pavement. block of wood poured tea, added milk. sponge scratched himself behind his left ear. breadroll pointed out that they, the ears as he clarified, were somehow asymmetrical. sponge and block of wood refreshed his memory.
that was subject to discussion a while ago, actually, they said.
block of wood had a sip. whether anyone wanted tea, he asked.
breadroll and sponge did not want tea and told him so. sponge starred at something else stuck to the pavement.
the amount of stuff stuck to the pavement, he said, unreal.
yea, mad isn’t it, said breadroll.

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