make things history

so what’s up, said breadroll, and, nothing, said sponge. a pause.
that’s good, said sponge, tonight it will have rained all day and we will have spent another day; it is all nicely arranged for us.
yeah well, said breadroll, we are privileged, but what about the others.
we give something to charity, said sponge, so nothing’s up as i said.

what a day to make the effort

would never do it, said block of wood, wouldn’t do it. not a compromise, seems miserly, would. said block of wood. and stood there. i could have punched him, slapped him across the face, gouged his eyes, kicked his balls, slit his nose, pulled his ears, but of course that would have been his thing, wouldn’t it. along with odd pun. i’m sick of senses of humour.

what would we say to make it not look like a

good, said sponge. pfffnn. — don’t you miss those sounds?
i’m fed up with things, too, said breadroll. i could have been you know. —— literary glamour and all. a recognisable figure in the books. ———

breadroll makes a point to which sponge agrees but block of wood misses the point but cannot be blamed for it

i once meet a man, said breadroll, who did a walk as in a few paces every single morning. or should we wait?
good point, said sponge, we are in win-win here. or lose-lose, for that matter. that just be discussed.
tea everyone, said block of wood. he didn’t say it. he expressed it. there was no tea.

make your pick

i hardly slept a wink last night, said sponge, waking up every blink and odd split second.
that’s the way it goes, i suppose, said breadroll.
defonightly, said block of wood.
did we agree on that kind of lingo, said sponge, and what’s this said business anyway, it’s pretty obvious that we’re saying something, isn’t it, as people can hear us. very well, i believe.
they can’t, said breadroll, it all printed. if lines could natter…
— pause —.
you got a point there, said sponge. any way: mary had a little man. can i pick your brains on that?

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