Musing
May 12, 2009 randomstringsofwords
I am a muse. I inspire positive people to be better than they think they are, to do the things they’ve been putting off and to right wrongs in their lives. I’ve had to do it for myself my entire life. I can absolutely say and do the right things, I can say the right things all day long. But no one has ever been able to give me a viable reason as to why I should do that when I want to do something else. It is more important to me to say what I think. And what I think, is absolutely beautiful. If you can love, you will love me. Now how you will love me remains to be determined. I only spend time on people I already like a lot. A LOT. I already know where I stand with you before we ever start. It’s where we land, but we can land at anytime.
I think lovely thoughts and I think them all day long. And it feels good. I feel good most (lately anyway) of the time. Why in the hell wouldn’t I be happy? I have helped inspire others to do some pretty great work in their lives and have been equally inspired.
*For the record because lacking information is no good: I’ve also driven some to do some truly crazy things when I absolutely knew better. I tend to make overly negative and insecure people horribly uncomfortable, I’m my own personal shit filter and it’s funny I like it.
I recognize my powers for what they are and I do my best to control it. (That requires a lot of masturbation). I only use my powers for good as far as sex is concerned. Sex should never be used as a weapon. It is cruel and unusual punishment.
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