I need a muse.

The creative side of my brain has gone into hibernation. Like a bear living for months off the mounds of fat it has stored in its hideously gigantic belly, this blog has slowly drained the creative juice that fuels my albeit rare moments of invention. My well is dry like the Sahara in summer. Or winter. My well is bare, like Jetboy's cupboard after a midnight snack. My well is empty like an Ethiopian boy's stomach...after taking the biggest shit of his life. The only creative thought running through my mind is: .................................... I think perhaps you get the point by now. SO, instead of writing thoughtless, mindless junk, I will write nothing at all until I find my muse. Or until I get horribly drunk and am placed in front of a keyboard.

Until we meet again, I bid you good evening.

yours in bloggage,

Marto

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p.s. the pic is from my bro's trip to the Phillipines; beautiful, inspirational, sensational!