muse poltergeist the muse has walked away, bowed his head and stepped down from the still life. I thought there must be nothing to say. I want to yearn for his tobacco skin, but what can come of such bliss but mayham? If I had him once again in striking distance, would I use my teeth or my tongue? 000114 ... skippy zippy my muse keeps stealing my beer 000114 ... splinken she has a short, sturdy body and can drink like a pirate. 000907 ... Tank i cannot exist without this. it means me as much as i mean it. a tempestous relationship, balanced precariously upon the lack of knowledge of our names... 010204 ... monadh what is yours? mine is the universe 010312 ... Skull Oh sweet, oh blessed, oh muse of my life. From what heaven did you come from, and to what hell will you take me. Do not misguide me, do not lead me astray. I follow, for you inspire. You are my hope and my fire. 011001 ... *nat* does anybody know the name of the singing technique that matt bellamy uses, when he sings out of his usual range, as i find it incredible 020825 ... ~gez~ i can do that. ill cry out 020825 ... IWishICouldGoWithDavid I say I have taken from you What you were placed here to give me, Your purpose, Your presence; It slid slowly into my life And then continued to crash on me. I say I hear you. I swear this will be enough. But I know me, I know I am greedy. I know that I am fool enough To sacrifice my truth and my soul For a moment In your eyes. To taste you Touch you Pretend you can belong to me. Why can't I ever be satisfied With everything I've ever wanted? 021201 ... jane he said i was his muse i don't believe him i would give anything to be his muse 021201 ... pipedream Herbert Akhtar Khan, Esquire. Gourmet chef as a hobby, loves his garden, wears Panama hats when outside. Lives in lush Latin American city, probably Panama. Has three pedigree cats, is short, stout-ish and entirely a snob. Aristocratic descendant of Indian nawab, perfect English, Urdu and whatever they speak in Panama. Visits are intermittent and unpredictable; can quote Ghalib, Shakespeare and Neruda (in Spanish) whenever required. 030415 ... lo self destructive relationships. ah the inspiration! 030606 ... jezabel the taste on my tongue and the wind in my ear and the heat of my blood. 030823 ... ferret what's this about a moose? 030824 ... een stomme kind a good band 030824 ... blown cherry In a way I wish I found them earlier, but if I had, it may have been too much for me to bear. 031113 ... falling_alone see: xyz 031226 ... blown cherry The lights danced like some baroque celebration, bowing and curtseying before the audience, and from the centre of the spectacle emerged our Muse. The music tinkled and roared, met by the build up of the crowd, growing like a newborn, about to explode. He turns from the piano, now finished with spinning the spell, but upon completion he slowly realises what he has done. He picks up the guitar, but before he kills the crowd, he raises his arms in a salute to things greater than flesh, and raises the crowd through the roof. Now it's his moment, he turns his back and waits for the metamorphosis. One bar, two bars, three bars......... then he strikes the first string and the notes scream through the room. He turns back to his helpless followers, His transition now complete. Our Muse is transformed to a God, and those of us who were there to behold it know not only the sweat of devotion, but our ears now know the sound of ectasy, and our hearts know the ecstasy of the heavens' roar. 040119 ... unhinged yes i'm obviously a little behind the wagon on this one but nonetheless kick_ass_bands 041231 ... blown cherry There was a new vibrancy of meaning thismorning, in the golden glow of a new rising sun. Dawn breaks on a new_world yet again. 050409 ... eirech is more than a band, it's one of the first connections. a spark, maybe. 070219 ... jane muscle_museum 090320 what's it to you? who go blather from