why not talk big during innovation and on-target demand

the spirit comes not down from above, or below, up then, said sponge, that spirit which is to purify our project, which with its iron besom is to purify the great sty of the department ultimately. pupupurify our essence. our precious fanatically.
and to do that is the task of our movement, said breadroll, the movement must not rust away at this corner, it must not spend itself in superfluous battles of words, but the banner with the white circle and the black dot will be hoisted over the whole of the project on the day which shall mark the liberation of us all.
nicely put, said sponge. i must rest now.

call for what yes innovation

it came to them like the child to our madonna; they’ve been secretly fucking around with somebody but now could not tell the truth.
well it might have been a vanilla bun, said breadroll.
beside the point. it was there now. immobile. non-negotiable. the call for innovation. it better be a good one for a laugh.

innovation, inspiration and fresh ideas

fresh, clean, said sponge.
nothing like a freshly homemade day, said block of wood.
nothing like it, said breadroll. if we got this patented we would have a patent on it. exciting, novel.
feel like the ideas are pouring in as we speak, said sponge, i feel a phantastic subject line coming up. go ahead.
they went ahead.

innovation as a term

we have to come to terms, said sponge, with that word.
agreement, said breadroll.
block of wood nodded. he poured himself a cup of tea. he nodded again when he took the cup. a little blow. it’s very hot, he said.
innovation, said sponge, really. as a term: beastly.
i see, said breadroll.


1, 2, 3, 4, said sponge, that’s great. i like that.
scientists had found that numbers, once arranged in the correct order, are likely the change life, time, age and balance sheets.
we better arrange a meeting, said breadroll.
we damn well will, said sponge. agenda, minutes, the works.

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