to go, to have went, that is what brekst said, said sponge, herr brekst. i should go and ask the question.
but he doesn’t know it, said breadroll.
maybe i do, said sponge, i am super.
how about the cartoon characters they used on tv to show the offally stuff. pretty awesome. that’s these guys look now from a certain angle.
we should make a move, really. and tuck our shirts in before we do anything. that’ll be the spirit for today. heads up, said sponge. and socks up. all up, and go. they got up and left. in single file, slowly at first. they walked faster after a while. they made space, they complained. it went on for a while. a funny incident after some walking. it is good that we made a move, got going, were proactive. any management likes to see that, not just ours.
and peace and piss, said sponge, in that order.
and if i needed to now, said block of wood.
only violent behaviour can break the order, said sponge. there is no point missing that point.
people don’t look safe and secure anymore, the war on terror is not going that well, said sponge.
what makes you think that, said breadroll, that could get you shot. or arrested. you would be held in some prison in the middle of nowhere.
these prisons tend to be in interesting areas, said sponge, but inside it’s all about security.
where should we go now, said breadroll.
let’s see, said sponge. after a while: we had this corner and the other, that corner, the pointy one and the one in need of repairs. but there always another one.
there is always one, said block of wood agreeingly.
shall we go then, said breadroll.
they went.
and what’s the shop bit, said blokk. he whacked breadroll, he whacked sponge. they did not have teeth to be kicked out but butts to be smacked heavily. after the blood had dried up breadroll said, you know your asskicking is kinda gay, as in homosexual, you better beef that up a bit you know. whilst block of wood saw where breadroll was coming from he could not fathom what he was talking about.
sponge was unimpressed. a rather sleeky way of not getting my drift, he said.
i had to do this line, said breadroll, and now i am trying to defuse the argument. my best.
well who says you are the understanding one, said sponge, i was a person when you were still a breakfast item and it wasn’t a breakfeast if i’m allowed a pun.
that i’m aware of, said breadroll, i think you’re not exaggerating, so, shall we skip it it?
ya why not, said sponge, that leaves us with a bare feeding occasion. if you get the gist.
barely, but steadily, said breadroll, bare feeding occasion. is that what they call it in english?
no, but they would need a shop to get stuff.
he is to examine the mildew on the walls, said breadroll, and if it has greenish or reddish depressions that appear to be deeper than the surface of the wall.
i see, said breadroll.
jolly good, said breadroll, jolliest good. it looks as if i can talk to myself after all.
you’ve got to be nice, said sponge. a nice thing to say but an unsuitable start for a conversation as people think you want to ask for change.
nice day, any spare change on you. questions you don’t ask right in front of the bookies. next: to practise conversation.
the spanish tart didn’t go down too well, said sponge (yet another episode started that way. it is a terrible.)
it was sensored, said breadroll, at the time it was ok talking about sex but doing it was a big no-no.
nobody wants to see you doing it now, said sponge, a tart and a breadroll is just too much carb.
you see, said breadroll, what i said. i might give her a call anyway.
dada, as is work related, as in labour relevant, does fnothing for people and has no significance in industrial relationships other than being signifcantly present, in presence, past and future tensions.
bravo, said sponge, well done. the others say the same.
bravo, said breadroll, -(and so on).
you know, herr brekst said, i hate this. i was supposed to appear and make an appearance, say something, and first and foremost get a question answered. so?
errm, though one, sponge said, to bargain some time. we shall have some change, shan’t we?
a song, toe, thee,
brekst sulcess
lose weight guardian scrotum convey.
male enlargement fracture gauze arragon.you’ve tried all the rest, now try the be st? recumbent nightgown
the or igi.nal….male enlargement desk fickle dexterity.doorknob, flooded his ears.
i have another one, brekst said, and brekst read out:
feel embarrassment when joining her in bedroom?
forget the feeling, become her best partner ever!
we know what’s needed for your case.
natural hardness and boosted drive.
that’s so natural, one of the bystanders said.
o shut up, said sponge, what do you know?
the bystander, a mother of two, was disgusted and left. poetry does have o struggle in this country, brekst knew to add.
and what is this. crips packets, coke cans, gum; all moulded into the pavement, usual suspects.
that is a good sign, said sponge, a very good sign indeed. he made a little hop and a skip. there must be a shop somewhere at this corner. let’s hurry.
they hurried.
here we are, said breadroll. but was this. gimme an eff, what’s that spell?
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. ———
soon. soon soon. repeat. soon.
hours of endless fun said sponge. but soon soon. what will happen? a solution for ravaged offally and its endangered locals. does anyone know where offally is? soon. and so li’eve bloom. where the toilet is. meanwhile we keep looking for a shop. with stuff in it. for sale.
daft little writ, said breadroll. no-one will notice.
a morning dawned, no flavoured coffee around, no office furiture. the simple life at corners. short sentences. tomorrow things’ll better.
there can’t be much left, said sponge. the man has not introduced himself, did he?
no, said btreadroll. we’re still waiting for something.
still waiting, said sponge. after all that.
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.
q: politicised titles to episodes seem to be a new way of expression?
a: an expression of way.
q: out?
a: off.
they hadn’t gone far. not gone at all to be honest. they had planned to though, honestly. but i saw a man, said breadroll, with a large face and tiny dolly lips as if he was sucking a stone. he wore a pin-stripped suit. he was a banker. wouldn’t it make you think if you knew your banker is sucking stones?
q: and, i believe, the soldiers’ arrival was not helpful either for your attempts to leave this very corner?
a: noe, not at all.
q: i see. fnnnnn. —— i hate those breaks, too, you know. not very helpful you know.
a: i know. those breaks. nothing to say for yourself, you close your eyes and when you open those googles of yours again there is still nothing to say, not a spark.
lights on but seemingly nobody there, said breadroll.
q: and literature, the albeit whore, shall it ever be this rather murky shadowy being? or can it, may it one day step out of that, that fnnn.
a: albeit quarrels and morals about and around i shall be quite hopeful as people are nattering and shatttering today more than they used to do yesterday. and that is an achievement. we do write more these days and who knows, there might even a book come out of it one day, that what we all hope. just being famous you know.
the corner is not even, breadroll said, but his measurings could not be trusted.
we’ve got to get this to work, said sponge, it’s not fair.
(having found the old chocolate vending machine he thought of the days of the upright and standing and those who fought and did not claim back any overtime. that’s off record now, just in case.)
we sincerely want to thank the shock workers brigade, which had to do all this without medication.
breadroll on entering the room, lightly populated by sponge and more recently, block of wood:–
now, what am i doing here?
i don’t know, said block of wood, get out.
now look at this, said bread, bloody hell. i woke up and the roll was gone, would you believe? should i call the priest or the therapist or the gp or the police, so many options for help i don’t know where people would get an idea of despair from. just a metamorphosis that’s all.
annamusic – spongy tunes
20 November, 2006 