watching well going into worse

it was the same day or another. same loneliness, different day. or so we thought.
didn’t we, said sponge.
think we did, said breadroll.
me too, said block of wood.
all in a sudden everything seemed cute; still lonely though but that’s the scheme of thing.

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!

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