train down south

we start again. said sponge and breadroll, too. this time we move (yeah). proactively.
we won’t crack jokes because we feel we have to but because we want to, said block of wood, because we, too, would laugh if we were told these jokes, heartily. we won’t break wind though.

drained down drains

and the gum i stepped in drags on for the day.
sponge, wet, on chair. alert. not me. yes there’s a meeting, as ordered, with fries. sponge all alert.
not one moves.

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