Admission, which comes first
You are my muse, especially when you are silly and awkward, when you blurt out something truly mis-timed that silences the room. Old ladies shrink into their wrinkles. Sometimes I'm the only one laughing because I don't really believe in dignity. It's a form of frigidity.
For me, you are creative spontaneity. It's not something you control. It just is. You release euphoria in me: I am a spring flower. When I bloom, boundaries dissolve and we can all share each other. That's what God wants, I'm pretty sure.
For me, you are creative spontaneity. It's not something you control. It just is. You release euphoria in me: I am a spring flower. When I bloom, boundaries dissolve and we can all share each other. That's what God wants, I'm pretty sure.
posted by JMH | 10:38 PM
6 Comments:
Good post, but I didn't think you liked the word muse. Mewwwwwwssss.
I'm pretty sure God likes this, too.
I know I do.
"I don't really believe in dignity. It's a form of frigidity."
Best.
ah, lovely. and good for you, sir.
jorg - I have a tough time staying angry at words.
sybil - Yes, we know what God likes.
Rassles - Thanks, that was a last minute addition. Writing is so strange.
Peau - Peau!
This is absolkutely wonderful.
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