Muse (1148 hits)
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Rating: 1.84 on 18 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2005-12-23 07:13:28 EST
MUSE
Missed a spot.
Bit of grey dust, just there, under the microwave.
You're going too fast, you're missing stuff, slow down. Take a breath and grab hold. You got the right idea, there's no need to panic. It's only midnight. You have three hours yet. The place is a mess but it's not THAT bad.
You can do more with less effort.
Be methodical, it'll save you in the long run. Do one room at a time but split the jobs. Once you're done the counter tops in the kitchen, use the rag on the coffee table. There will be less to do when you move to the living room.
Strange thing about the photos don't you think?
You keep picking them up. They're scattered all over the apartment. Bits and pieces of memory; some yours, some theirs, but all shared.
Don't shake your head fool, as long as you're not the only one in them, they're shared.
Kids mostly...
Children playing, posing, and happy, if only for the blink of the shutter.
I wonder what it means... It's gotta mean something.
I don't remember you scattering them like that. I think she did it.
We both know that when she visits, she visits hard.
We both know why your daughter won't spend the night any more.
Remember the look on her face? Remember that blank nothing in her eyes when you carried her from the balcony?
That wasn't your little girl looking back at you that night was it? It was the Storyteller, the Ghost, the Witch.
It was the thing that crawls into bed with you when the clock blinks three. It was the woman who whispers your dreams.
Darkly.
I wonder what you're more afraid of? Losing your mind, or losing your Muse?
Take a breath. Center yourself. You're on the right track.
Clean this place; it's a reflection of you. It's a shadow of her poison; Each stain, each empty bag; an example of her touch.
Wipe it clean, pick it up, throw it away and disinfect yourself.
You can go on without her.
Don't forget to check under the toaster, and there's a bit of grease there, behind the faucet.
Wipe it clean, she likes to hide in the dirty places.
Show here you care about yourself again. Show her you're taking control.
It's a small price don't you think? A pittance to pay really, giving up the stories in favor of freedom.
Maybe you'll get lucky and the fables will keep flooding in after she's banished. Maybe she unlocked something in your mind that can't be shut in again.
Maybe she won't let go.
I know, it's only symbolic, but symbolism can be powerful in situations like this.
The Kitchen is done. Let's hit the living room.
Maybe she won't let go...
Maybe she's waiting... watching...
She likes the taste of you, but I think she likes children more. I think she touches them though the pictures...
You see that? You see that stain move down the wall and spread over the counter top? It's grey like ash, it looks light and soft but we both know it's heavy and as greasy as her skin.
Yeah, she knows.
She knows and she won't let go.
Look at the bag hanging from the cupboard handle. It's tilting up all on its own. It's spilling the filth you've gathered, all over the floor.
Bags, peels and bits of rot.
Pieces of her filling the apartment again...
Feel that chill? See your breath in the air?
That's not temperature my friend, that's anger. Sure as the ripe stench in the air, she's not pleased.
Maybe, when it's all said and done, it's best if we don't fuck with the Muse after all.
I'm thinking we might have made a mistake, challenging her like this.
She's in the place tonight. She's breathing foulness out of the cracks, and the shadows, the space in between things, where insects live.
And the clock... look at the clock...
2:45
Bedtime.
Good night, slave.
Perhaps in the morning, another story.
Perhaps in the morning, her voice in print.
Sleep well, and please, when she's done with you...
Wake up.
We'll try again later.
We'll scrub harder next time.
User Reviews
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-12-24 00:36:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I hate toaster crumbs.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-12-23 11:24:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I cleaned my room at like 2 am this morning/last night. So you're not alone.
Dude, take out the garbage, then. It sounds like it's getting really icky.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2005-12-23 10:48:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2005-12-23 10:21:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
had a nice feeling to it.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2005-12-23 10:09:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was good. I caught a frantic, cold sweat kind of vibe. I try to write including some of the spinning, racing frantic mind of the characters I'm using...you do it well.
This seemed less the writing of a drunk man, more like someone on the beginning of the downside of a large and lonely coke binge.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-12-23 09:27:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Getting laid makes Snark go OCD.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-12-23 09:18:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Exactly.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-12-23 09:03:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very good. I enjoyed this.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2005-12-23 08:08:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:59:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
G'nite Uber.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:33:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Who the fuck cleans their place this time of... morning?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:31:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I went over my place with a fine toothed comb tonight.
I cleaned every crack and crevice, and it got me thinking.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:28:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:21:59 (#)
Ranking: 0
Maybe if you could explain what this means?
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Fuck man, Idunno.
I'm drunk.
I think it's something to do with this...
http://www.ubersite.com/m/46049
I think I want her gone, but I'm afraid to let her go.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:23:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It's about a cat, right? A stray cat? With fleas?
Damn I'm good. It's all about reading between the lines.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:22:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 because it is corey haim's birthday
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:21:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Maybe if you could explain what this means?
Submitted by a_reader (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:21:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It was kind of confusing the first time I read it (Perhaps it's fatigue), but when I read it again, it all made sense, and it was beautiful.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:21:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
This would have to be the first piece of writing you've ever done that hasn't meant something profound to me.
Though that picture is very cool.