I'll
demonstrate, I suppose, an example that the muse in human form is not
necessary, always, for inspired prose. And that is a safeproof for my
own glee, I suppose you'd say. Because you can't scrape up too many
muses around here like back in the day, not without finding too much
trouble, anyhow. But it's no secret that a good muse can create an
entire kingdom of a world, be that kingdom form as a community or as a
picture, as a book or painting or an invention.
__"DUDE LETS GET SO DRUNK AND SMOKE I...."
no
I am sorry to break the vantage point. Go somewhere and work on
mutating the human race via consciousness alteration. Save it several
lifetimes to develop such. Even if such a few incarnations are places to
"pick back up upon your ideas or your work." That's why the whole human
thing seems so bogus to me sometimes. Like damn if you go to possibly
tune or tap into how you really feel, and think, and see how quick that
will last when it comes to breaking any collective conditioning.
Talking
wherewithal of the possibilities of energy and consciousness altering
what has been so steeped into residual norms.
So if it is not a human
muse, then what is it? Is a social media platform a fine enough place
to talk about this? or should a punk song be played in the most worn out
way for the 800 millionth time and just do the same thing over and over
and over again to where there's no real adrenaline or thrill.. like see
I am drown in authoritarian alternative hordes and if I speak about any
of this other than fashion shit then I will further get dogpiled or ostracized. But to live transparent and true is the vital way to be a
receptor and live a constant invocation. but, just sayin', it takes an
acreage or stowed away memory, or heirloom, that works as a better muse
than any modern person of the flesh. because there's nothing much left
in them, by the sake I offer the word 'hylic,' and turn to cause more
trouble by being real about the subject.
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