40 shades of shite.
a work of art!
It will, it will, (it might be just afraid of that ass!)Hang in there, all bad things come to an end.
No worries TFE, I am sure your muse will be back very soon, and all the better for it's holiday!
Can't even fathom what hanging out in that pasture with you would be like! This is beyond ?? ... just beyond.
BUMMER! I have to say I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my issue of the poetry bus magazine. It's a keeper.Feel better soon!!!xoxo,Marion (Princess of Poetry)
Superbo! I never knew your arms were so short.You realise it won't rhyme for the Americans?
A great likeness, I'm sure. But I can't really be sure. Excellent parlay of your darkened muse. The Dr.s know better than to change my meds, but there's not much to be done when I forget them. Hope you are feeling a bit brighter for next week's ride!
It's a bit of craic Jeanne!
Thanks WAD.When I was little, Uncle Jackie kept his Ass tied up in the haggard,because everyone was afraid of it.
Thanks socks, I wonder will it have a sombrero and novelty ass?
Beyond the beyond, Helen, shall we begin the beguine?
Princess of poetry, has you mag just arrived?!! Glad you likes it anyways!
Yes Titus, that is a bit of a design fault with rather obvious consequences.On both fronts.
Good Lord, I have just found out you are The Master of the Universe!Could you deposit £1,000 in my bank account so that I can go to the Olympics please?Good job I came back. Just noticed it's me driving this week. Ker-yikes!
Could have been worse muse swings, could have been a photo! Butt I can assure you,nay I can asseverate that I didn't want to assail people with my asset so I assiduously decided to assuage the impact with a drawing.Pardon the assibilation.
It's the baked beans.
It's an ASS-ault to the eyeballs! But I love it! Hoep the tablets sort themselves out soon.
tis that pesky stolen hour, your muse must've made off with it!!!at least you're still making great art
So sorry you are feeling so awful Peadar. It's often a problem when medication is changed - is it any good going back to your Dr. or do you just have to wait for things to settle down? Hang on in there and don't be too hard on yourself, better times might be just around the corner.
O master of selfportraity! I do hope you get your pills settled out. That, or a hot wax job and you could turn supermodel.
This too shall pass- (heaven only knows when,) but it will! Horrible waiting (-we are now, too, with weather to warm.)Hate trying to be patient and trust-(once it took 2 1/2 years) I am glad I kept breathing...
yeh.. the feckin muse... she can be a right seeyouentee!love the poem though. and embrace the dark for a bit, then kick it's head in :-)
My muse is fairly fickle its own self - and that has nothing to do with any meds. I blame hormones. But I love your ode to your ass - I think I may have to borrow it the next time I come up blank. I'll ask permission first.
Hello Feck, I'm sending you a huge iron boot on a swing, to kick you firmly up the arse....there's also a boot here for your doctor as well.There's nothing like a helpful GP to ruin your settled pattern by changing things.....:-I
Lovely. A thing of beauty
Wishing you a generous, inspiring return of your muse by the next bus!>:D<
Gerroff! My Bus! It's all in hand!
i've been avoiding that muse for ages. get another one!
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