Author’s Note: This Post is Drunk. Just Ignore it.

You Shall Be Better Served By Your Ignorance of It–

Trust Me

This post will make NO SENSE!

Which is entirely my POINT!

It is NOT SUPPOSED TO!

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Oh Susanna!

Don’t Fly away from me!

I come from Armadillo

With a Banjo On My Knee!

Yeah

That’s Her

Susanna Hoff!

I am not stupid

(In some ways I Yam)

Yes

I know all the women in this band move me

But

Susanna..

Well

If you have

‘read’ me…

You know…

WIP (Yeah, I can do that–my whole life is Still a WIP–I hope)

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And Thank You

Sweet Baby James

DIS gonna be one ah dem clanging banging horses in mid-stream conciousness–messes-confesses–

You have been properly and prudently warned

“Whatever Lance,” abusive muse said. “Take five vodkas and call me in the mourning.” She said.

“BITCH!” I said back.

Before she left out my door, she sexy-slinked over to me, gave me a taste of her beautiful seductive, sometimes loving eyes. Then slapped the shit out of my face.

As I was picking me up off the floor, I said to her departing figure,

“I love you Muse!”

She glanced over her shoulder as she walked away from me just-one-more-time,

And said,

“I am through with you! Go fuck yourself! And never, never, ever EVER! Call me again!”

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Please try to imagine my despair.

I give zero fucks about food

I give zero fucks about money

I give zero fucks about fortune

I give zero fucks about fame

I give one or two fucks about booze

I may give three about Copenhagen snuff

And other un-named stuff

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But

But

But

All other fucks I have to gladly, willingly give,

I give to my Muse.

My Pygmalion-Created lover.

If she leave me.

Well,

I am for reals

Properly

Fucked

and

DEAD

Inside

My

Mind.

And I will commit suicide.

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Some Small Reference:

Abusive Muse (Fuck it–I forgot what Chapter This Was Supposed To Be…)

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“Gonna hurt ya permanent”