My writing muse fled a long time ago, back in May I believe... that damn stinky 2 dollar jezebel. :scoffs: Its so hard to find god help these days. (terrible pun intended) Luckily tho, my art muse is more faithful to me. hehehee
hah, mine flew into the windshield and splattered very gracefully. need to replace both now. have fun obtaining a new one...
I find that there is always another around the bend. Keep your eyes open. (i know, easier said than done.)
have another cup of coffee, it will come back
You could always post another photo of Pan.
patience. muses come and go. talent is forever. you have talent.
Perhaps it’s a new moon for you.
The way I must enter leads through darkness to darkness— O moon above the mountains’ rim, please shine a little further on my path.
--Izumi Shikibu
It's been going around...
I hear the lot of them headed somewhere warm for the winter...holed up in a heart shaped jacuzzi suite, paid for in cash...
Sisters' do eventually tire of each other, she'll be back.
I'm willing to be a muse. I make most people laugh anyhow... Hee hee... Get it? A muse. Amuse. Oh gee, did I just crack myself up?
The stench got to 'em, eh?
Fear not, it shall be back, better than ever.
Perhaps you ejaculated it out of your system from the last time you masturbated?
I was just thinking that my main muse is a river, so it flees all the time.
well, grab that bitch by the hair and jerk her ass back home!
and by the way, bitch betta have my money ...
Check out the CD that you haven't listened to in a year, sip a good glass of whatever-you-like-to-savor, and go running at night, preferably by a large body of water. Well, that always helps me. I'd give you mine, but she's already out on loan....
cool xanger... props
I fear my fuse has meds.
I can't count how many times that's happened to me. No worries... it'll return in time. Mine always did. BTW... if you visit my site, go there and answer the question I have posted, if it's not too much to ask. Good luck in the returning of your muse.
turn up the signal, wipe out the noise
just do a caption like I do..when at a loss of words, mullets cure all. Thanks for stopping by!
Paige
muses? who needs em...
It's not the muse's fault.. it's her pimp, Big Daddy Boo... had to move her to the other side of town for some reason.. something to do about her having herpes becomming common knowledge. *shrugs*
Maybe she's inspiring you in other areas of your life that will bring you eprops of a different kind.
EC
go find yourself a hairball stuck in the stomach....apparently you trade that in for a new muse....in The Sandman that is. and you get none other than Calliope!
I think your muse is stuck in my throat.
Perhaps ours have run off together.
NO, YOUR MUSE SHANT COME BACK, FOR I HAVE STOLEN IT, IN A DIOBOLICAL PLAN TO PROMOTE HOMESTARRUNNER.COM
can i help?
The notion of the muse is a denial of independent creative thought.
I read that someplace dark and musty, but I don't know if I believe it...my own muse is personified by love. Or lust. Sometimes it's hard to tell.
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i found it , ur muse that is . . ?
cool xangaa ;]
My writing muse fled a long time ago, back in May I believe... that damn stinky 2 dollar jezebel. :scoffs: Its so hard to find god help these days. (terrible pun intended) Luckily tho, my art muse is more faithful to me. hehehee
hah, mine flew into the windshield and splattered very gracefully. need to replace both now. have fun obtaining a new one...
I find that there is always another around the bend. Keep your eyes open. (i know, easier said than done.)
have another cup of coffee, it will come back
You could always post another photo of Pan.
patience. muses come and go. talent is forever. you have talent.
Perhaps it’s a new moon for you.
The way I must enter
leads through darkness to darkness—
O moon above the mountains’ rim,
please shine a little further
on my path.
--Izumi Shikibu
It's been going around...
I hear the lot of them headed somewhere warm for the winter...holed up in a heart shaped jacuzzi suite, paid for in cash...
Sisters' do eventually tire of each other, she'll be back.
I'm willing to be a muse. I make most people laugh anyhow... Hee hee... Get it? A muse. Amuse. Oh gee, did I just crack myself up?
The stench got to 'em, eh?
Fear not, it shall be back, better than ever.
Perhaps you ejaculated it out of your system from the last time you masturbated?
I was just thinking that my main muse is a river, so it flees all the time.
well, grab that bitch by the hair and jerk her ass back home!
and by the way, bitch betta have my money ...
Check out the CD that you haven't listened to in a year, sip a good glass of whatever-you-like-to-savor, and go running at night, preferably by a large body of water. Well, that always helps me. I'd give you mine, but she's already out on loan....
cool xanger... props
I fear my fuse has meds.
I can't count how many times that's happened to me. No worries... it'll return in time. Mine always did.
BTW... if you visit my site, go there and answer the question I have posted, if it's not too much to ask. Good luck in the returning of your muse.
turn up the signal, wipe out the noise
just do a caption like I do..when at a loss of words, mullets cure all. Thanks for stopping by!
Paige
muses? who needs em...
It's not the muse's fault.. it's her pimp, Big Daddy Boo... had to move her to the other side of town for some reason.. something to do about her having herpes becomming common knowledge. *shrugs*
Maybe she's inspiring you in other areas of your life that will bring you eprops of a different kind.
EC
go find yourself a hairball stuck in the stomach....apparently you trade that in for a new muse....in The Sandman that is. and you get none other than Calliope!
I think your muse is stuck in my throat.
Perhaps ours have run off together.
NO, YOUR MUSE SHANT COME BACK, FOR I HAVE STOLEN IT, IN A DIOBOLICAL PLAN TO PROMOTE HOMESTARRUNNER.COM
can i help?
The notion of the muse is a denial of independent creative thought.
I read that someplace dark and musty, but I don't know if I believe it...my own muse is personified by love. Or lust. Sometimes it's hard to tell.
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