tomorrow is the day the lost one

we always have tomorrow.
right.
sponge, breadroll and block of wood did not say much more, just this: if it wasn’t for tomorrow i would not not what and it doesn’t take the length of a sperm whale’s penis to fathom that.
the sperm whale reference was made to sex things up. it breaks the ice on party — splendid punch line.

lost me jumper

sponge: you know that they’re jumpy.
breadroll: the episodes.
yes, the reader knows that.
sponge:the narrative stream.
the reader is aware of that. this is the early 21st century which really is the late 20th century and the reader has been repeatedly confronted with literary experminents and has developed a likeing or at least a tolerance so the littering effect should be fairly reasonable.
breadroll: the stream of narration is virtually non-existent.
the reader is aware of that. this is the early 21st century which really should be called or at least be known as the late 20th century (if we may make a point there or two) and the reader has been repeatedly exposed to experminents involving passages of readibility and has developed a likeing and thus an aeruptive discharge of spending power hence the readiculing effect should be fairly tolerable.
block of wood: the way we are presented.
sponge:inconsistent.
breadroll: i’m cold.
sponge: naked word. that’s it.
yes.

lost

the little episode for today was lost in the post. breadroll searched high and low, sponge narrow and wide: no success.
block of wood meanwhile tried variants of his name:

blokkk oo w’dd
blk off wuud
blogg’o’woot
blog of would
blockock offally wot wha

if there are news with regard to the search we shall keep you informed.

© the Book of Sponge and Others.