I Beseech You, Oh Muse!
Deliver unto me the passion and the ability to spin tales which capture the imagination of my audiences. Embrace me in your arms and whisper in my ear so many lines of inspiration as if we were lovers. Guide my fingers over this keyboard of plastic and with your guidance and my passion heavenly lines shall appear forthwith!

But, Oh Muse, if you ever catch me sitting at Starbucks wearing a beret or some other pretentious article of clothing while drinking overpriced coffee and bashing out lines of vulgarity on a laptop, I shall expect you to fly immediately to Apollo to inform him of my affectations. For such an offense nothing less than Apollo’s arrow piercing my rectum would suffice as punishment.

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