A muse ago

                My blog is just a little earlier today. I think that Inx will know the gist of my entire story before I ever write it. I wonder if that’s a good idea – the planning, not the letting Inx know. If I plan it all out, will be able to pull it off? I’m placing a lot of restrictions for myself.

                Go insane, go insane, throw some glitter make it rain

                Yeah, just letting you know what I’m listening to. It’s like the first song that I’ve listened to in a month that is in English (and isn’t Glee’s Christmas album). I think I feel like writing a script for a mini-drama that C- and I might shoot. After all, C- (uh oh… too many people with the same letter in their first name) already lent us a wig. A bright orange wig. I kind of like it a lot. The cut is amusingly awesome.

                I think that it is high time that I do a muse. Oops, I totally said that I would write a script. But script writing isn’t fun. And we should just make it up as we –

                NO, I CAN’T BE BOTHERED TO WALK DOWN TWO FLIGHTS OF STAIRS. Yes, I had to take the elevator. Hmph.

                Anyhow. I’ve completely lost my train of thought. Oh well. Muse time.

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                Who do you think you are? Looking down at me? Telling me that you don’t want anything to do with me? Looking at me with those contempt-filled eyes, have you forgotten everything? Have you forgotten the one who made you the way you are, who gave you the self-confidence to do what you’re doing to me? You used to be meek and mild. You used to be someone who didn’t have the ability to speak your mind, to express emotions, or really, to be anything besides a pushover that everyone just trampled over. It was so pathetic. When I saw you, all I wanted to do was to give you a spine. Because you had no spine, no bones, no cartilage. Just a disgusting mess of sludge. But, like the wonderful (read “stupid”) person I am, I decided to change that. I decided to take your side, to go out of my way to talk to you. I picked you up like a stray puppy, and nurtured your ego. Oops, definitely my bad. Really, all you’re making me regret is inflating your head to the size of a blimp. It’s ugly. I think I failed at the stopping point. I changed you from a spineless and meek blob to a hot-headed, egotistical, and arrogant snotty ass. Sorry I made you that way. I guess I failed that project. But now it’s time for me to prick your inflated head with a needle and watch you careen out of control. Watch you crash and burn, hit the walls and bounce off as your ego deflates back to the pathetic shadow it once was. You’re the monster I created, and now it’s time for me to destroy you.

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                Meh, I wanted to write something related to my story. It is a muse based off of AsTheCrowFlies’s “Dear You” angriness. Except for, I didn’t feel like writing it as a letter. I wanted to write something for my story. But I decided that I have horrible spoiler tendencies. The flowers are pretty, aren’t they?