Gabriel Garcia Marquez termed his muses, his whores...and aptly so. Unfortunately the ones I am breaking bread with are no longer that useful....Mere corks that are obstructing the movement of life breath...and of sensitivities towards the beloved....
But one needs to ponder about the existence of such whores....do creative juices flow courtesy their appearance or disappearance....do they make sense of the hazy words forming the unending puzzle that finally peters down into letters that grace the page? do they stylize the lingua franca that one prides over even in the mildest forms of sleep...or do they merely make for candy that pre-empts the taste buds and makes glucose levels soar, thereby creating the perfect illusion to necessitate higher brain activity that thereby culminates in some sort of art.....and then also manage to walk off with all the applause?
Food for thought if I may so say....
Mine unfortunately served the purpose until they ratified my theorems of the existence of a lesser planet within the primary one inhabited by all the scum of the earth that could give a duffer a run for his money...and then while they stared and guffawed at their self found superiority, one could simply erase them from immediate and long-term memory...and move on in peace....
But here's the obstruction...sense and rationality eludes a choicest few...and then they become the phlegm that you try desperately to throw out, but sitting on a bus there is the threat of it hitting you back on your face given the air speed....then you can but sit and wait....what if patience eludes you too and the phlegm is growing in size and you simply need an alternative solution to spit it out...Bingo...that plastic bag hidden in the recesses of your little carry bag...oops it has a slash down its face....
so now either the driver pays attention to my gyrations and halts the bus or he lends me that little white scarf he has around his face to let me use at will...I prefer the latter...so well I need to smile...and tuck in my blouse tight and make my tits slightly visible...
EUREKA...now let me implement it in real life....
what will his life look devoid of these whores????
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