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Ode to my Imagination

Updated on January 26, 2012

My imagination runs like a dog on the beach, shnuffling his nose in the sand and coming up with twinkling eyes and a bad coat, sneezing like there's no tomorrow...

I write from my dream last night invloved crawling through the swamp in the U.S.A, eventually finding a cave full of leather jackets and designer jeans...and a trunk full of money and bodies floating down the swamp, my family was the instigator,much better than the swamp people, the Irish...they rocked bullets and blew brains...

My mind takes me everywhere and nowhere, I have a dream journal that details everything I do from a gun fight in Japan, racing through bookshops whilst gangsters chase me, bullets pinging off steel bannisters as I slide down them, right down to my favourite dream where I walk through South America, thirsty and hungry, in a field of purple wheat, where myself and the former love of my life stop at an apple stand, and I ask...

"Why you buying apples for twenty euros?"

and she replies

"Cos I'm hungry!" as she munches on the apples....

I love the imagination, it's powerful and fruitful, it will love ya and leave ya, it's more powerful than any software available. My last story 'Forget Me Not', was a metaphor about losing someone, my buddy who died in a car crash and I still miss her...simple's dedicated to her, how lives can be taken so young, but the imagination is as simple as that, I love it like the little scamp of a dog shnuffling his way along the beach and sneezing up sand, because it can sneeze up anything...the it...


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      Adrian Lavelle 5 years ago from Galway, Ireland

      It took me a minute to figure out that joke, thank you so much for the comment, I just wrote this hub as a spur of the moment thing, to remind myself of why I write, sometimes I lose track of what really drives me...Billy Connolly is a great comedian, his scottish accent really does make him even funnier, if you want a good laugh look up his 'Old woman on the bus' sketch, it'll have you in knots laughing!

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      Shining Irish Eyes 5 years ago from Upstate, New York

      My imagination is why I am able to write in the first place. Yours, my friend, is stupendous!!! Humorous, tear producing, happy, sad, bizarre! You are a wonderful writer.

      I think we all have those fantastic dreams. I dreamt of Billy Connolly and he was drinking a bottle of his own urine. Figure that one out.

      Could be I had just watched my 10th screening of "The Boondock Saints", or because he is a wonderful natural comedian, as you seem to be. Although, I was surprised to hear he is Scottish.

      Billy Connelly says:

      Two guys are talking and one says to the other: "What would you do if the end of the world was in 3 minutes time?" The other one says, "I'd sh*g everything that moved...What would you do?" And he says, "I'd stand perfectly still."

      Hope I do not offend friend. Glad to be following you.