out of sight lest out of mind

a man, mid-fifty, respectable appearance, left the house this morning, walked down the street and turned left. out of sight.
the story goes on but they wouldn’t let us know about, said sponge, surely not, which, in turn, is something we cannot speak about. the man’s family left it very late to contact the authorities. they wasn’t much they could do, in fairness, only clean up the mess. this, they did so-so.

about body and mind interchange

we receive a lot of letters. some abusive, others insulting, most despiteful. why? we take responsibility, said breadoll. we stand up for things. not too many, but if we were asked … for a fee … just ask.

there’s a letter that was thrown at us:

i hate to confess but i was a crappy junk food addict. i devoured all this traditional trash but just could not stop having genetically modified salads with actually organic tofu in between. this fatal passion ceased when i started course with sponge here and block of wood. oh, gawd, my inclination to eat properly vastly increased, spirits improved and i became the happiest person on the planet 5, cloud 8. 22.53 pounds in 2.31 months. i can tell you now I turned to the happiest person.

we really should comply, said sponge, make a start and let get it done. else we get our knickers in a twist and we all know how unfortunate that is.
i just want us to know that we do have a thing for fat women, said breadroll.
that’s though merely for the sounds, said sponge, fat woman sound nicer than the skinny one.

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