so much to say, and so little time, said sponge. he said nothing after that although he had the entire day to come up with something. so it goes, said breadroll, other people make old ladies jump out of windows with the stuff they come up with, and you? is there an old lady, said sponge, and these windows cannot be opened. health and safety. i see. but you see windows around here. no. there are some, but too low. would look silly to jump out. once an old lady tried to climb over the wall of a compartment in a public toilet. she had to be rescued. old ladies should stick with windows.
the spanish tart didn’t go down too well, said sponge (yet another episode started that way. it is a terrible.)
it was sensored, said breadroll, at the time it was ok talking about sex but doing it was a big no-no.
nobody wants to see you doing it now, said sponge, a tart and a breadroll is just too much carb.
you see, said breadroll, what i said. i might give her a call anyway.
q: and literature, the albeit whore, shall it ever be this rather murky shadowy being? or can it, may it one day step out of that, that fnnn.
a: albeit quarrels and morals about and around i shall be quite hopeful as people are nattering and shatttering today more than they used to do yesterday. and that is an achievement. we do write more these days and who knows, there might even a book come out of it one day, that what we all hope. just being famous you know.
the corner is not even, breadroll said, but his measurings could not be trusted.