philosophy even worse than that

they did ask me, said breadroll, to make a start and that is exactly what i did — right now i did it. not that i did not do exactly the same thing before, i know i started an episode of some sorts before, before, but this time it’s different. a second time around, me is now which i believe everyone has been waiting for.
that does sound profound, said sponge, and i produced a rhyme. howsa!

philosophy of what

the working class, by and large, is persistent. we open their graves in a 100 years time and find the track suits without a sign of decay, we can put them straight back into the economy; that how persistent.
impressive. no wonder they capitalise that. breadroll waited.
what are we waiting for, he said.

philosophy until we understand

twinkle, twinkle little star, see me stumbling to the bar. this and other songs had been prepared for the grand celebration. block of wood and breadroll quivered with exitement.
i don’t know where i’m going, i don’t know where i am, the rowers that are rowing are mighty motion men.
sponge closed the windows, emptied the cans and bottles and jars into the flower pot and told the bunch to go to work. i repeat, he said. repetion is the salt of life.

philosophy

twinkle, twinkle little star, see me staggering to the bar. this and other songs had been prepared for the grand celebration. block of wood and breadroll quivered with exitement.
sponge closed the windows, spilt the beer in the flower pot and told the bunch to go to work.

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