a mount of things amounts to much

i can see we faint, said sponge, like all of us and all around us. wise words. great chords for exit.
there we go again, said breadroll, i was supposed to say that. things i was supposed to i may never say or never again. imagine.
you haven’t said that, said sponge. have you.
i don’t know, said breadroll. and who knows? it is too much of a muchness. we may as well end something somewhere somehow.

mounting

almost almost, said breadroll, almost almost.
sugar cube struggled to mount the tea spoon.
he’s struggling, said breadroll.
i think we discussed this before, said block of wood.

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