shall we start again, said sponge.
with a wet sponge, said, breadroll, that sits on your chair. a wet sponge. quite some incident.
the excitement it’ll cause. the utter joy.
unbearable. we better leave it, said sponge, the excitement could make us hopeful.
shall we start again, said sponge.
it was good, said sponge, even i find the thought revolting now when i come to think of it.
although it did happen all a bit of a sudden, said breadroll. no build up to it really. normally there is a hint of some sort. something at least. and we could have found other ways of entertainment.
i don’t think people liked it much, said sponge.
probably not, said breadroll. we do tend to labour on about things.
yea well, but are you going to do. ring in some cabaret?
phone would be outside.
have one, he said, or two you may take, too. won’t do you no harm nor will it anyone else. egg really makes me feel bloated, said sponge, i must decline, it’s not because of the colesterol. and it will harm others i’m afraid. children particularily will suffer. in trenches or not, no difference.
i’ve got something to say, said sponge, but it is nothing that can be said easily.
you better think it through then, said breadroll.
you have a point there, said sponge. i don’t think i have a lot to say for myself.
every bit counts, said breadroll.
where should we go now, said breadroll.
let’s see, said sponge. after a while: we had this corner and the other, that corner, the pointy one and the one in need of repairs. but there always another one.
there is always one, said block of wood agreeingly.
shall we go then, said breadroll.
there are a lot of things we could do, said sponge, if we thought about it.
if we put our mind to it, said breadroll.
if we would get up to it, said block of wood.
effortlessly, said sponge.
i have another one, brekst said, and brekst read out:
feel embarrassment when joining her in bedroom?
forget the feeling, become her best partner ever!
we know what’s needed for your case.
natural hardness and boosted drive.
that’s so natural, one of the bystanders said.
o shut up, said sponge, what do you know?
the bystander, a mother of two, was disgusted and left. poetry does have o struggle in this country, brekst knew to add.
they do show a discipline (as in: a system of rules of conduct or method of practice; “he fairly quickly learned the discipline of prison routine”; “for such a plan to work requires some discipline indeed”), they want to make sure not to appear as terrorists after being bombed so far.
the man must be around, said sponge, i don’t think he would be hanging out in a queue for any length of time. not him as being the offally bomber.
it was and handy thing to have, said sponge, but now as it goes on, i don’t know. not sure if that is a feature.
(the inflatable presenter. a great failure.)
no, said breadroll, he wasn’t it. the drawer and all.
let’s equip’im with better valves, said block of engine.
a man was hovering around the corner as well but he was not a major concern. he would sneak in a comment or two should the interview continue as nowly newly schedulded and dairied and should he take note of it.
i just wanted to say, said sponge, i shouldn’t really but these soldiers are raiding this corner next week, some anti-terror safety measure apparently, and we are embedded. we are hoping to having made the move to the next cormer but that is just a hope. we’re hoping to absolutely trash the place, who knows. at least we’re not waiting for anyone.
more brutality. less foetality. and we will come up with more hot hit words if needed. all you need to do is get your penis extended.
we’re not going to do that, said sponge, that would cause confusion.
i wanted to explain the meaning of th word quagmire and why it ended up as a title for an episode but i reckon i won’t, herr brekst said and spread this aura of depression again. one should invent a spray or something against that.
well now, said breadroll, the presenter is scared now.
how could you loose her anyway, said sponge, that seems quite odd.
tiny head, said block of wood.
of course, said sponge, i forgot.
po et ry.
that’s quite enough, herr brekst, said sponge, quite sufficient as well.
do you think so, said herr brekst.
positive, said sponge, everyone’s left; except me. and you.
herr brekst took a cup. do you want tea, he said. sponge did not want tea. i could make coffee. however, sponge did not want coffee either.
the morning had a hard time taking off.
herr brekst sat on breadroll, and block of wood had taken the last slice of toast, to define this morning.
— a long pause —.
herr brekst to sponge: good morning, nice morning.
block of wood to sponge: good morning, nice morning.
herr brekst (initially wanting to ask breadroll a question) and block of wood (in no position to answer questions) enjoyed their breakfast, and that is all that counts and will be counted to be taken into account.
at least i should make the effort, don’t care what they use it for, said sponge.
to make more efforts, said breadroll.
block of wood turn into a moment and lingered for a while.
and, said breadroll, you certainly heard something in that direction?
what do you mean, said sponge.
not the, said breadroll, other direction?
i think, said block of wood, he means because of your asymmetrical ears, because they are asymmetrical, it may have been some other direction, perhaps.
or a different direction, said breadroll.
i see, said sponge.
what about your eyes, said breadroll.