aerasio

My Imaginary Friend: By the Divine Comedy

Would you like to meet my little friend.
Don't try to shake his hand, he's just pretend,
His name is Benjamin, thats his name.
My momma says, 'your insane.'
Boy you really are the end.
You and your
Imaginary friend.

Daddy drives the mobile library,
He works peripatetically.
He doesnt get much time, to play with us,
So we just read, and make up stuff,
And it drives him round the bend.
Me and my
Imaginary friend.

I.M.A.G.I.N.A.R.Y.F.R.I.E.N.D.

One day we're gonna play hide and seek,
And then he'll be up the creek never to be seen again.
He'll disappear the day that childhood ends,
And reality descends,
I'll never forget you, my
Imaginary... friend




I have a 2-3 page response to St Augustine's 'On Free Choice of the Will' due tomorrow at 10.20, I've written 3 lines and have severe cases of thinking block and incoherence. Oh what to do, what to do......

So said Aerasio at 22:27