we don’t like days and are at odds with nights

that they shouldn’t have gone out today and just stay put, sponge complained, nothing would have happened, that he knew full well that nothing is happening now, but that this nothingness was a different kind, emptier, bleaker, than the nothingness they normally faced with, the nothingness so familiar, so comforting, the old, the nothing-new nothingness. not the as-good-as-it-gets nothingness. that, he added, nothing was the absence of anything at all, although, colloquially, the concept was often used to indicate (or describe) the lack of anything relevant or significant, or to describe a particularly unimportant thing or event. or object, subject, as herr brekst would say. it is contrasted with something and everything.
but, sponge said, this might be a poor description.

roll with egg

let’s sit and eat cake, said sponge.
we can’t, said breadroll.
yes, you’re right there, said sponge, no cake, not now.
wherever we are, said breadroll, we both are just buns from an oven. crumbling over time until sightly no more and then tossed in rain to be hacked by birds and then soil again.

we could do with some music

we could do with some music. we really could, says sponge. people are entertained, have a life. go into property. they go out again. going into properties the lot.
we are doing that, said breadroll.
not enough, said sponge, gong into property is something of a process, you don’t just walk in. there’s a strong spiritual side to it. some people just rush in and out of a property.
we could sell that idea, said breadroll. we could do with some music for a start.

good things may happen with a decision of one or three

want 1 inch more or 3 more inches? you decide, all for six euro. special price. be honest.
to be honest, i wouldn’t know to be honest, said sponge, my day just isn’t long enough. even now when i don’t see the office that often anymore, the outside from time to time but you know how buildings look like after a while. no way i am going to decide on that, that for sure. i wonder if i’m the only one listening to that man.
the man was slight, tracksuited, and had his hair combed over. nice watch, new car. he left without without a trace. not certain that he ever was there.

done with it the harking goes

here’s a station, said sponge, why not end right here, get in there board a train and be done with it.
why don’t we?

so say just for the fun would you like to have sex with me

the next joke will be a fart joke and it will mention the war, children will be harmed and there will be great disaster. we may ask for your help and support. but we will be fine after all. that is a promise. you can take that as a pledge, of sorts. we just need some understanding. some excitement. we need your trust to the point where we need you to actually rely on us.
breadroll never had a thing for cheap beer but rarely found shops that had anything on offer but.

with template rather than procedure

is this it, said sponge again, sponge said again more so, and inhaled noisily. he’s holding his breath now, explained breadroll for those who thought to have missed exhalation, it’ll be soon. but it never came.
no, the man said, a different man this time, we have to pull the plug first, something we currently contemplate doing.

to contemplate
  • look at thoughtfully; observe deep in thought; “contemplate one’s navel orange”
  • consider as a possibility; “i have always contemplated leaving school and taking up the art of art forgery. well that would have been swell. can you see me there, in the world of arts? can you? i certainly can. there’s always a possiblility.”
  • study: think intently and at length, as for spiritual purposes; “he is meditating in his sleep”
  • chew over: reflect deeply on a subject; “i forgot about the events of the afternoon”; “philosophers have speculated on the question of food for thousands of years”; “the artist must stop to observe and start to observe”. fullstop.

make it so.

why shall we bother with a title

on second thought, said brekst and grew silent again.
he wanted to tell about his depression which was not accompanied by insomnia and feeding frenzy but he did not. a slim and slender man in his best years, well rested and depressed. it goes without saying that he could not continue the episode for the moment.

should we be curious what they come up with

says sponge: it won’t be much today. nothing has been scheduled and a lot has been forgotten abput; it all should have been planned and therefore there is not much today.

thing with mirrors

the mirror was in shadow. she rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen bric-a-brac container.
beautiful lines these are, herr brekst said, just like the ones i quoted before we started out.
a long pause broke out and savaged the mood.
i don’t seem to develop as a character at all, herr brekst said and sighed. it was this very deeply felt sigh that the sound engineer later used in a film on the assasination of jf kennedy.

sophistication to begin with

1.) i feckin knew this moment would come, said sponge and was glad to have made a point. it makes all the difference, he said, all the diferrence and all the differennce as well. no matter how you spell it. it always will be the same. xsake.
nice ways of putting it, said sponge.
tea steamed. toast burned. the feast seemed to be prepared in the forefathers’ manner.
2. ) i think, said breadroll, — and that’s why i am on this chair indeed and not in this basket there on the table — that it was quite nifty of him to comment on his on remarks. truly astounding. astoun—ding. gosh how i do adore this word. astounding.
3.) i wasn’t finished, said sponge, not quite. or quire as you may type when you happen to be in a hurry; now go and shit yourself, you sissy.

sponge is good with people

wet sponges suck, dry sponges bounce. yesterday today tomorrow. tomorrow it always better as it has no day in it that could be bad. you see what it mean.
tomorrow? that what everyone says.
and i agree, said sponge.

something with eggs

lined up they sat on the kerbstone.
we should have done something with eggs, said block of wood, they are so symbolic.
i don’t know, said sponge, i am not too sure about the company’s stance in this respect. i shall find out for you once we get there.
are we going, said breadroll.
no, said the others.

and gone with the wind

not only did you need to chatter, said sponge, but also had you have to have bowel movements. unscheduled, if i may add.
that’s what killed silence, said breadroll while block of wood was embarrassed and said nothing. there even was talk of tears.
rightly so, said sponge, he shouldn’t say anything.
no, he shouldn’t, said breadroll. unless a specific appointment requires him to do so.
exactly, said breadroll.
and only after approval, said sponge.
isn’t there a meeting soon, said breadroll.
indeed, said sponge, we should go.
they poured cups of tea and prepared a few nice words.

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