dull deeds do dirt

now that i made contact, the man said, could i hate to confess but i was a junk food addict. i devoured all this trash and just could not stop. this fatal passion ceased when i started taking heroin. oh, santa, my inclination to eat constantly vanished, spirits improved and i became the happiest person on the planet and that’s why i can tell you now that i turned to the happiest person on earth.
at least one is happy, said sponge, one has been saved.
what can you possibly reply, said breadroll, to so much happiness.
the usual, said sponge, we thanks you for your company and appreciate you as a human being. that should do.

a whiter shade of dull

too tired to get up the three chose a different narrative style:
should we call each other names?
to stay in tune with the title we really should wait until it get a little bit brighter outside.
we should have gone outside. you’re absolutely right about that.

da-dull

another man came along: same reaction (shook head in disbelief and went).
true creativity is obviously only possible in totalitarian political systems where facial expressions can be ordered and body language prescribed. snip, have tea.

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