Thinking With Bruce

Bruce said he was thinking about thinking and what it was. I said I like thinking too, except on Tuesdays. He said it was difficult to see thinking, but thought it was a hairy house that buries bones in it's back garden. But he did'nt know what town it was in.




I told Bruce I thought only the hairy house would know where it lived, but only when it was thinking about itself.

We decided to both think together about thinking so we might hear it thinking, and find out where it was.

We thought we heard something, but thought we might have just thought it. Then we heard it again, but were'nt sure if it was a memory.

Tricky Sky

I should think the sky is made of invisible plums that walk about on stilts, and the clouds are the tables where they have their dinner. The plums paint themselves blue so we can see them, and they talk to us in a way that cannot be heard.

"BoiledEggInADeckchair, are you dreaming about us?" asked an invisible plum.
"I can't hear you, so I can't say if I am or not," I replied.
"We are having some sandwiches on the clouds, you can have one if you like."
"Oh. Okay then."
They gave me a curly piss sandwich and laughed at me. They should'nt mess about with sandwiches because it's too serious, and I don't imagine apricots would behave like that.