Pssst!

A muse has come to bless my keyboard again with words… no, not my old muse. She’s still in Cuernavaca, the filthy harlot. A new muse… or two. That’s all I’ll say. Don’t want to jinx the flow!

Oh, I just *know* I’m jinxing it by even saying anything!

Muses are just so f*cking high-maintenance and over-sensitive.

*runs*
*hides*

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