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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. 
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| The title, I think says it all. All of what you may ask, or then again, maybe you wouldn't ask. No matter, because I'm going to tell you anyway. It started some time back, but not long long ago, and it was right here, not in some distant galaxy... This is confusing, but that's what I get for listening to Norbert. Who's Norbert? That's what I'm trying to tell you. Oh fudge, let's just start over.. I've been wanting to write something for some time now, but I seem to have lost my inspiration and motivation. Halo, my muse, used to jump in with ideas as well as assistance whenever I needed it. But then she started to take off for longer and longer periods of time, and even when she was around, she didn't seem motivated to help out. So, I had a long talk with her and gave her a choice to either start musing or move on. Well, Halo made a hand signal that involves one finger and took off to join the circus. So, I've been looking for a new muse and today one showed up. I wasn't expecting anyone but there came a knock upon my parlor door and when I opened it up there was Norbert. Norbert stepped in as soon as I started opening the door, literally pushing me aside as he forced his way into my home, and then yanking the door out of my hands and slamming it shut behind him. "What the..." I didn't get a chance to finish. Norbert grasp my hand and started pumping it up and down, "I'm glad to meet you. I heard you was lookin for a muse, and I'm here to fill the position." "Uhm, I..." Again I didn't get a chance to finish before Norbert cut me off. "Norbert Horace Wankenspanker the third, at yer service, sir." "Oh, uhm. Norace was it?" "No, it's Norbert Horace Wankenspanker, the third." He was talking very slow. "I see you aint to quick with things, probably why you need a muse." he added. Then, still talking very slow, he added. "I'm here to help you with your writing, you know, to be your new muse." "Okay, Norbert, I understand and you don't need to talk so slow. My new muse you say. Have you aver mused before? What are your qualifications?" "Oh, I never been no muse before, but I did other things. In fact, just recently I worked for a guy that pumps out septic tanks. But I'm sure I can be a muse, it's got to be easier than putting up with all the crap from my last job. Just give me a chance and you'll see." Norbert turned and went back outside, but withing a minute he returned with an old battered suitcase and asked, "Where's my room? I want to get my things unpacked and then go soak in a hot tub, it's below zero out side and I had to walk. I'm froze!" "Norbert, before you get settled in, I have some questions for you and I have yet to determine if you are qualified to be my new muse." "Don't you worry none about that stuff. I'll get settled in and tomorrow I'll tell you some more about me. But for now I just want to soak in a hot tub, then get a bite to eat and settle into my room for the night." So, I got Norbert settled in and will learn more about him tomorrow. I don't know if Norbert will be my new muse or not, I guess only time will tell. |
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