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The Muse I had a muse today. At least, I think I did. I have this strange little image of some chick with a dot on her forehead walking up to me, whispering something in my ear about this story, and then popping away to go back to her strip club. She looks a lot like Salma Hayek too. Anyway, I got inspiration for a story. Or a screenplay. But it should be a story first. So then a producer can butcher it to death with alterations, additions, and absolute deletions. I don't know if "deletions" is a word, but dang it, it should be. But I'm not going to, er, reveal any bits of the story. Because I'm immature and selfish, and I don't want anybody taking my ideas away from me. So... uh, I might just shouldn't have mentioned it. <-Ghost-> |
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