we don’t like days and are at odds with nights

that they shouldn’t have gone out today and just stay put, sponge complained, nothing would have happened, that he knew full well that nothing is happening now, but that this nothingness was a different kind, emptier, bleaker, than the nothingness they normally faced with, the nothingness so familiar, so comforting, the old, the nothing-new nothingness. not the as-good-as-it-gets nothingness. that, he added, nothing was the absence of anything at all, although, colloquially, the concept was often used to indicate (or describe) the lack of anything relevant or significant, or to describe a particularly unimportant thing or event. or object, subject, as herr brekst would say. it is contrasted with something and everything.
but, sponge said, this might be a poor description.

something for something and anything at all

there is something we wanted to do, is there. usually there is, most of the time. what it was? something urgent, something we needed  to do. don’t ask, we didn’t ask. something.
sure we lean out of the window instead. they tried. we take a seat. things we do today.

to do or not at any rate

there was a time when some things worked out better than others. that’s all changed now and other things have picked up, while some things don’t work the best. the child made rattling sounds with the collection box, please sir, it said, for a pair of helping hands for the community.
we have to focus on the bottom line, said sponge, where holes are punched into poor people’s arses. the workers get punched for free, said breadroll, and the others are paid for. still, said sponge, when things are not going well for them they do require a helping hand to scratch an itchy hole.
they can make do with just the one, said breadroll.
you’re heartless, said sponge.
heartless perhaps, but breadrolls are the soul of the country.

why people wave at trains

a burly man of the agile looking type was standing near the door as the train took off, waving at a lady of his acquaintance, who was waving back wildly, hurling abuse at the train people. i reckon she has missed the train. there won’t be another one for some time, he thought. i shouldn’t have waved. he decided to forget the episode.
sponge and breadroll had missed this train. there was no doubt. they had ran into a woman hasting the other way. she was waving wildly. somebody she know, said breadroll. very well, said sponge. we’ll wait.

a turnip a day keeps nothing at bay

they used to eat train people, said sponge.
that was before they had trains, said breadroll, and then only when there were no turnip. which happened rather often.
turnips are good for you, said sponge.
overrated as a superfood, said breadroll, i could have them anytime and still would suffer from all sorts of things.
me too, said sponge, but with train people it is a different matter.

a message at last

a squat lady placed herself in front of sponge.
are you the one they are all talking about? the famous one, from the internet?
yes, said sponge, i assume …
you’re an idiot, you know that?
well, said sponge.
you got that? because i won’t say it again. she left.
we would have liked to hear it again though.

sometimes something is better than nothing at all

you know, said breadroll, we’ve got a lot under our belt, and that not just hardened remnants of something. and if it were so what?
how could it harden if we are on the move, said sponge, we’ve got to find something to have more than nothing. gum plastered pavements. we know the scene. sponge and breadroll had a fight, a hug and a rest of a day.

very funny for that matter but i don’t think we should laugh at all

and on we went walking. on the trail less travelled. around corners where others never would think to take a snoop around. they walked, now view view from top. the three walking. heading towards another corner.
if anyone wants o take a leak, said sponge, it would be a chance now.
i took a leek from a garden back there but it was rather raw, said block of wood.
if you think british is about funny puns, said sponge, it is not. it is about puns, that’s it — (he gave the final ‘t’ a really sharp finish to make a point).

sake’s sake at best

you wouldn’t get more support than that; and support is important. that a lump of wisdom block of wood had uttered last night but we decided to fit it in.

one stick is better than no stick at all

we won’t get far with only one stick.
no?
never.
bummer. i was hoping to.
what?
nothing. i suppose one can’t be witty all the time.
no. one cannot.

terror of time at one’s hands

we broke his heart, said sponge and realised a lack of short term memory. who am i talking about, he said, is it the mysterious man in the cafĂ© on the other end of town? is it?breadroll made a face. hope we didn’t cause any mess.
no no. no mess. all clean.
because if we had caused a mess, we would need to clean and could not sit and talk sociably.
no, we could not.
they had caused a considerable mess which, howerver, had been swept under the carpet and hence could be neglected.
we should come up with something for the day, said sponge.

is there god at least

we now know that we are controlled, said sponge.
and therefore, said breadroll.
we are able to approach things, said block of wood, in a more controlled manner as we would have before the beans were spilled and and the news broken. a shame you call that?
why do you speak funny, said breadroll.
i thought, said sponge, respect for religious groupings would command this. particualrily when restricted phone use is part of it. i just want to make a point.
or draw a line, said breadroll.

at arms length

we are chums, said sponge and breadroll: no, chaps.
this disagreement, the way things were, would have called for smacks but due to today’s seating arrangements they could not reach each other as their arms were too short.

almost at the end of it

this will be quick, said sponge. he pointed at the sparse interior. no politics, he said, or breaking news. no father of two slaughtering a mother of three with a sixty year old grandmother of eight from donegal. no cabaret. this will be over when i’m finished with my tea. which is now, almost.

long lines do not stand for anything at all

————— it is up to me i suppose, said sponge, so say it: the episode started rather without significant events, not even the odd bleak sun was to rise over the roofs. ———
this line for example marks a break, herr brekst said and points vaguely at sponge, between sponge’s part and mine.

in the light of all this another way of looking at it

usual setting, usual surroundings, usual sounds, usual steps to take to get were one should.
q: so, what do you make of it all, what do you think?
a: i’m glad you asked.
sponge leans back, has a drop of water from his glass.
any professional would tell you that, he says.
q: and you spell professional with only one eff?
a: and two ess, definitely. — that in my view is the best way to approach the issue, which admittedly is a hot topic, without losing one’s focus and vision but at th same time not lettign anything come in your way if you know what i’m saying.
a large commercial enters the room. don’t worry about me, says the commercial, i’m on a break.

they are good at having a big mouth

some people are not good at anything, said breadroll, at least they try, although it sometimes would be better they they wouldn’t.
he held a candle for no apparent reason and was very aware of that fact.
a candle to remember things, he said. fat woman or fat lady, for example, man or mouse, with regard to episode featuring the former, lions led by donkeys, in case we do something in that area. as you see our future plans are vision-packed. we ourselves are viewer-focussed, and all that should please the audience.

one step at a time

i suppose, said sponge, we’ll have to see …
and that is about it for today.

not at all at all

difference is not all, said sponge, variety is equally important.
all agreed. there is a corner, they said, and a sheep. the man is gone for the moment, we should not be concerned about him for now.
did he leave his mobile number, said breadroll.
only landline, said sponge.
that’s not much good, said breadroll.
meanwhile block of wood inspected the sheep and concluded there was a chance for it to open.
anytime soon.

fun at their expense

i brought you a sheep, the man said.
aa, that’s so kind of you, said breadroll.
they are looking after us, said sponge, i rang in motionless, just in case.
the variant without movement, said block of wood.
to be sure about the legal situation, said sponge.
the 3 remained motionless at the corner with a sheep.

© the Book of Sponge and Others.