MUSE!!!!
I need a muse... something that inspires me. I am missing inspiration. There was a time where I could inspire myself. Heh, I "a-muse-d" myself, you might say. Where am I going with this? There you go! No muse - no inspiration - no idea what to write. Doesn't that just suck the old apple core! It's beating a dead horse, I tell ya!
So, I think I shall take some time to find some inspiration. I am sure it isn't in the fridge. Nothing in there except some bottles of beer, a bit of leftovers, and that thing growing back there that I am afriad to touch. It is probably some ancient civilization. Who am I to destroy ancient civilizations? I am no European Explorer! No way! No how!
Where does one go about looking for a muse? Is there a dotcom that specializes in such things? Should I go to a library? Bar? Restaurant? Dairy? Back alley?
Front alley? Side alley? Bowling alley? Not anywhere near an alley?
Makes me envy all those artists of the past. They had muses, I betcha. Of course, I am sure they wouldn't share it. Those bastards.
Muse... I kinda like that simple word. .... Muse... Muse... Muse... Sadly, the word itself does nothing to inspire. It itself is not a "muse." How sad is that? A word that names an inspiration, but itself does nothing to inspire. What a crap word, now that I think about it.
Okay, so I can't find a muse in the dictionary, and the dictionary is hardly a muse.
Damn... struggling... struggling... struggling..
I tried listening to music as some form of inspiration. But, it didn't do so well. It actually put me to sleep. I can't blame the music. I really shouldn't listen to music with my eyes closed laying down. That is a recipe for disaster.
Okay, enough of this... I am going to head and look for a muse. Sitting at a blog and typing of a muse does not, in fact, create muses. It instead is merely wasting my time. Stupid blog! Wasting my time where a muse is sought! I can't believe I have been tricked like this.
Enough!
I leave!
Inspirationto be sought!
Come! Inspire me!
Here muse!
Where are you?
Drat.
So, I think I shall take some time to find some inspiration. I am sure it isn't in the fridge. Nothing in there except some bottles of beer, a bit of leftovers, and that thing growing back there that I am afriad to touch. It is probably some ancient civilization. Who am I to destroy ancient civilizations? I am no European Explorer! No way! No how!
Where does one go about looking for a muse? Is there a dotcom that specializes in such things? Should I go to a library? Bar? Restaurant? Dairy? Back alley?
Front alley? Side alley? Bowling alley? Not anywhere near an alley?
Makes me envy all those artists of the past. They had muses, I betcha. Of course, I am sure they wouldn't share it. Those bastards.
Muse... I kinda like that simple word. .... Muse... Muse... Muse... Sadly, the word itself does nothing to inspire. It itself is not a "muse." How sad is that? A word that names an inspiration, but itself does nothing to inspire. What a crap word, now that I think about it.
Okay, so I can't find a muse in the dictionary, and the dictionary is hardly a muse.
Damn... struggling... struggling... struggling..
I tried listening to music as some form of inspiration. But, it didn't do so well. It actually put me to sleep. I can't blame the music. I really shouldn't listen to music with my eyes closed laying down. That is a recipe for disaster.
Okay, enough of this... I am going to head and look for a muse. Sitting at a blog and typing of a muse does not, in fact, create muses. It instead is merely wasting my time. Stupid blog! Wasting my time where a muse is sought! I can't believe I have been tricked like this.
Enough!
I leave!
Inspirationto be sought!
Come! Inspire me!
Here muse!
Where are you?
Drat.
posted by "Just" Joe at 9:50 PM
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