herr brekst would know better

we are a dew, a whiff, a shadow. and what are our meadows but a herbal angstish tree?
herr brekst said this beautifully and almost without an accent.
sponge applauded, so did breadroll. block of wood was using the facilities. they were still stuck in dun laoghaire.

herr brekst does not call by today anyway as it seems

the occasional man was hovering around the corner. not your normal one this time; this one sticks.
i’m anto, he says. he leans over. he taps sponge’s knee. hey, he says.
sponge stares east-west, breadroll the other ways.
block of wood doesn’t show any reaction. we are fine, i think, he says to himself.

what herr brekst said and what he did not say

did he say he would be late, said breadroll, i can’t remember.
but you were there, said block of wood, and i wasn’t.
where you not?
i came to ask a question, herr brekst said and they all knew that spring had arrived but still neither knew the question.

herr brekst next

herr brekst: so, well, if you ask me to: lose weight guardian! for the scrotum convention. male enlargement fractures perhaps gauzed arragon, but men don’t wear rings anyways. you’ve tried all the resteds, now try the bestest? recumbent nightgown floating away in a sea of amber dyed ale.
the (bouncer, blackcoat, redneck, underprivileged) or igi.anal’ (someother == variablethatresultsin == other), male enlargement desktop fickler dexterity brawler.
all that while the doorknob flooded his ears, the usual.
herr brekst ceased. was quiet. certain sadness around the man.

herr brekst

so: you are herr brekst, plainly that and without <em></em> tags whatsoever, said sponge.
herr brekst: that is precisely correct.
are you, said breadroll — understandibly nervous and excited to see a possible celebrity — the herr brekst.
again, herr brekst replied, without <em></em> tags that is if you’d PLEASE; and that’s me hating to use caps.
if only we were in a position to give a toss.

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