If I waited for my muse to get off its dead ass and provide some inspiration, I would never have written anything.
If I waited for my muse to get off its dead ass and provide some inspiration, I would never have written anything.
Sloth Love Chunk
I have my muse chained to a typewriter in my basement
I feed it raw meat and books of bukowki poetry
Every morning I go downstairs with a chair and whip like liontamer's precautions
I collect it's literary droppings and replace the ink ribbon
And it knows if it doesnt put the paper in the tray it'll get the hose again
the point of the above soliloquy?
My muse works for me, not the other way around
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Mmmm...snotbubble!
As to a muse...read poetry...even if it is song lyrics. I gain much inspiration from various Philosophers.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.