Friday, August 07, 2009
Imagination is a writers friend
BOOGEDY BOOGEDY BOOOOO
You sneezed, didn't you?
No, I was singing.
Sounded like sneezing to me. What song was that.
Well Bud, it's one that I thought up myself.
You can't do that Ernie.
I can't? Why not.
Voices have no imagination.
Nope, Bailey imagines us, and it all comes from her mind.
Can't she imagine that I've imagined a song?
I imagine that she might be able to imagine you imagining a song, but that's really beyond all imagination.
What if I imagined there was no heaven?
You couldn't even if you tried.
Oh, so everything we think, everything we say ... that's Bailey?
And she's even on meds.
What is she imagining now?
She's imagining that you are saying goodbye Ernie
Okay, goodbye Ernie