maybe the world will end, he mused, but it shall be the fault of all these other people (humans..) around human. Twas their fault all the things that were happening now. It was them that made all the bad things that were destroying the earth. They even destroyed their own relationships with one another when it was most important in times like these to stay together
ummmm what does this word mean?!?!?!?!?! sorry im a little confused so i have no idea what to write about. im just going to talk about tacos. yay tacos!!!! i love how they have different things in them. for example, tomatos, meat, lettace, cheese, and sour cream. im sorry but they are all kind of random foods but taste amazing together!!!!
this one is awfully similar in sound to yesterday’s word, but what a difference there is between amuse and muse. Just one letter. How A Musing. (punny!)
Today’s 60 seconds is pretty shit, not gonna lie. Oh well.
THE MUSE SAID HE WOULD NOT GO TO THE FAIR BECAUSE THE OTHER PERSON HE KNEW WOULD NOT GO. HIS SISTER, THE OTHER MUSE SAID HE WAS NOT AMUSING AND LAUGHED AT HIM. LATER, HE WROTE A BOOK.
Muse used to be one of my favorite bands. They are a three member band and they are unbelievably talented. Especially Matthew Bellamy, oh, he is beyond amazing! The very first song I heard from Muse was Starlight.
“Far Away, this ship has taken me far away,
far away from my memories,
of the people who care if I live or die”.
She sat on the edge of the marble plinth, light cascading over skin and cloth as it cast shadows around the edges of her form; seeping, spilling over, almost uncertainly with hesitation, the purpling shadows slowly overtook her as daylight lengthened and she was finally cast into darkness, forever still, in her marble form.
The muse tells me to pick out wool or fiber, sometimes mixed with silk or mohair. Sometimes to dye it these colors or leave it in it’s natural state. Pick out a CD listen to life….
My muse sat next from me, a book flopped open in the valley formed by her slender legs. I glanced up at her, sporadically, then back at my sketchbook, making each curve and arch look as perfect as she did.
Before this it doesn’t quite feel like I had ideas. Sure, I wasn’t brain-dead, but the creativity didn’t come pouring out of me like I feel it does today. You’re my muse and inspiration.
muse is a band which i love i dont really know the actual definition of it but the band’s pretty darn awesome. they have this song which i’ve been addicted to “undiclosed desires” which is pretty sexual i’d say. they also have songs on the twilight series such as “supermassive black hole” because i rememebr stephanie meyer is a huge fan of them and she mentions them in her foreward thing
I take a little breath and begin walking. I don’t have much time to think. Tomorrow everything will change, one way or another. Which way should I go? My head turns my problems over as I walk home.
good band
awasome songs
perfect guitarrist
Fuck all the muse for the air
i just i wanna a muse you xD
if you muse me now i will muse the bigst part of me
the band muse. when i was little i remember asking my mom in the grocery store what this word meant. now all i can think of is someone saying “she is my muse” and looking dreamily into the air while imagining her
You are my muse. Every day brings new ideas and new glorious, wonderful things …but it seems I lose touch with them when you’re not near. You harbor my inspiration
To Muse is to ponder fondly of something.
To marvel at something strange.
To fill your mind with thoughts of a certain thing.
To muse, is to fantasize.
Muse is sort of a lame band name but they make it work because they’re a “mood band.” the real muses from greek mythology were mostly girls. Most men think younger attractive women can be their muses, but they should know that’s silly as hell.
She’s cloaked in moonlight. Her bare skin is what I’m drowning in. Quick strokes of my brush, trying to capture every angle, every contour. Her eyes seek mine and I know the rest of my life. With her by my side. My muse, my guide.
i am not a muse
i could stand here
in a toga
and look pretty
but i will get tired and cranky long before you finish your magnum opus
frankly, by day two I will be throwing things at you
When it comes to having a muse, I think mine is quiet beautiful places. When I was little I used to think that’s how you spelled “moose.” How young and silly I was, right? A muse is pretty necessary for much of my good writing. A good place to sit and think.
The ceiling was quite empty, and white. Was there a small insect scuttering across the diagonal of the upside down surface? Joseph mused on these things, while he continued to be denied of any recollection of the past.
I feel ;like ive lost my muse before i could even figure what it was or who for that matter. These days i fill like im travel through a haze. Im anti-inspired
My muse was roaring inside of me. I kept writing and writing as if I couldn’t write no more. It kept talking about how wonderful my story will be but it scared me. The muse was trying to take over my body. Slowly, I could feel it possessing my body. It was actually the evil spirit of an old enemy of mine.
You are my muse, even though I’m yet to meet you. You have been in many faces at many times, inspiring me and opening my eyes. Over hilltops and far away you are, though inside my heart you’ll always be, resonating your song there quietly, dancing and singing me to beautiful tales untold.
You are my muse, you are my laughter. My hands fly over the keys when you unlock my mind, my pen glides over the paper when you pull me out of the dark forest. You are my inspiration.
I think everyone should surround themselves with sources of inspiration. There’s so many wonderful things around us we barely notice. I’m sure if you look very closely you can find wonderlands in the slightest and smallest of things.
She is simply the most beautiful girl I know. This inspires me. She is intelligent and humble and noble and wise and funny… I’m more all of those things. Im also a moron; she teaches me life lessons.
when it comes to be a muse, i don’t know how to sit still.
you will always have to chase me around, catching you a glimpse of my hair on paper.
you will have to let my footprints show you the way, because i won’t be there anymore.
Hmmmmm…she thinks, she sits with her pencil poised above her sketchbook and the newspaper at hand and the bright morning sun rising over the horizon…and still there’s nothing. she could almost cry. she hates being blocked, she wants her muse to come back…the drawings sometimes flow like water, other times they’re thicker than molasses.
the boy sat staring blankly into the collage-filled wall of his room. he was lost in thought, musing at all the bands and their wild hair and rock attitude. he wanted to be them. he glanced to the guitar in the corner of his room, and made his way towards it.
Corporal Thunder dashed into the room in precise drill-instructed fashion and took up position next to the fireplace as several other troops stormed in after him. The seeming commander, Lightning, looked first at the naked hummer and then back at Jensen and asked no one in particular, “I wonder who is the muse for who here, Jensen or this naked damsel?”
Hmmmmmmm. muse, muse, muse. Well, I’m done! Bye!
hahahahahahhahahahahehe!!!
I am not aMUSED by your antics ..
maybe the world will end, he mused, but it shall be the fault of all these other people (humans..) around human. Twas their fault all the things that were happening now. It was them that made all the bad things that were destroying the earth. They even destroyed their own relationships with one another when it was most important in times like these to stay together
puppet
love
inspiration
mime
singer
actor
author
Shakespeare
ummmm what does this word mean?!?!?!?!?! sorry im a little confused so i have no idea what to write about. im just going to talk about tacos. yay tacos!!!! i love how they have different things in them. for example, tomatos, meat, lettace, cheese, and sour cream. im sorry but they are all kind of random foods but taste amazing together!!!!
this one is awfully similar in sound to yesterday’s word, but what a difference there is between amuse and muse. Just one letter. How A Musing. (punny!)
Today’s 60 seconds is pretty shit, not gonna lie. Oh well.
THE MUSE SAID HE WOULD NOT GO TO THE FAIR BECAUSE THE OTHER PERSON HE KNEW WOULD NOT GO. HIS SISTER, THE OTHER MUSE SAID HE WAS NOT AMUSING AND LAUGHED AT HIM. LATER, HE WROTE A BOOK.
Muse used to be one of my favorite bands. They are a three member band and they are unbelievably talented. Especially Matthew Bellamy, oh, he is beyond amazing! The very first song I heard from Muse was Starlight.
“Far Away, this ship has taken me far away,
far away from my memories,
of the people who care if I live or die”.
She sat on the edge of the marble plinth, light cascading over skin and cloth as it cast shadows around the edges of her form; seeping, spilling over, almost uncertainly with hesitation, the purpling shadows slowly overtook her as daylight lengthened and she was finally cast into darkness, forever still, in her marble form.
The muse tells me to pick out wool or fiber, sometimes mixed with silk or mohair. Sometimes to dye it these colors or leave it in it’s natural state. Pick out a CD listen to life….
My muse sat next from me, a book flopped open in the valley formed by her slender legs. I glanced up at her, sporadically, then back at my sketchbook, making each curve and arch look as perfect as she did.
Before this it doesn’t quite feel like I had ideas. Sure, I wasn’t brain-dead, but the creativity didn’t come pouring out of me like I feel it does today. You’re my muse and inspiration.
muse is a band which i love i dont really know the actual definition of it but the band’s pretty darn awesome. they have this song which i’ve been addicted to “undiclosed desires” which is pretty sexual i’d say. they also have songs on the twilight series such as “supermassive black hole” because i rememebr stephanie meyer is a huge fan of them and she mentions them in her foreward thing
I take a little breath and begin walking. I don’t have much time to think. Tomorrow everything will change, one way or another. Which way should I go? My head turns my problems over as I walk home.
good band
awasome songs
perfect guitarrist
Fuck all the muse for the air
i just i wanna a muse you xD
if you muse me now i will muse the bigst part of me
the band muse. when i was little i remember asking my mom in the grocery store what this word meant. now all i can think of is someone saying “she is my muse” and looking dreamily into the air while imagining her
You are my muse. Every day brings new ideas and new glorious, wonderful things …but it seems I lose touch with them when you’re not near. You harbor my inspiration
silence. Muse means peaceful silence in my mind. Your brain eventually JUST needs muse. <3
To Muse is to ponder fondly of something.
To marvel at something strange.
To fill your mind with thoughts of a certain thing.
To muse, is to fantasize.
This is rather amusing, I thought. The fracas unfurling before me in the cramped confines of cubicle office space defied all patterns of logic.
Muse is sort of a lame band name but they make it work because they’re a “mood band.” the real muses from greek mythology were mostly girls. Most men think younger attractive women can be their muses, but they should know that’s silly as hell.
She’s cloaked in moonlight. Her bare skin is what I’m drowning in. Quick strokes of my brush, trying to capture every angle, every contour. Her eyes seek mine and I know the rest of my life. With her by my side. My muse, my guide.
i am not a muse
i could stand here
in a toga
and look pretty
but i will get tired and cranky long before you finish your magnum opus
frankly, by day two I will be throwing things at you
When it comes to having a muse, I think mine is quiet beautiful places. When I was little I used to think that’s how you spelled “moose.” How young and silly I was, right? A muse is pretty necessary for much of my good writing. A good place to sit and think.
The ceiling was quite empty, and white. Was there a small insect scuttering across the diagonal of the upside down surface? Joseph mused on these things, while he continued to be denied of any recollection of the past.
She was my muse. Calling me through the darkness and pulling me through the years with the strength of her beauty and creativity.
She was leading a blind man, and I was delighted by her companionship.
I feel ;like ive lost my muse before i could even figure what it was or who for that matter. These days i fill like im travel through a haze. Im anti-inspired
My muse was roaring inside of me. I kept writing and writing as if I couldn’t write no more. It kept talking about how wonderful my story will be but it scared me. The muse was trying to take over my body. Slowly, I could feel it possessing my body. It was actually the evil spirit of an old enemy of mine.
i am lost and have no words to write that would even convey the ideas of muse except
amusement park
The three muses sat on the rocks laughing and whispering about the foolish mortals who had fallen into their trap.
muse.
Funny. I almost used “muse” for yesterday :)
Muse…
I didn’t even know what that word meant until after college.
“You are my muse, and I, your prism.”
You are my muse, even though I’m yet to meet you. You have been in many faces at many times, inspiring me and opening my eyes. Over hilltops and far away you are, though inside my heart you’ll always be, resonating your song there quietly, dancing and singing me to beautiful tales untold.
You are my muse, you are my laughter. My hands fly over the keys when you unlock my mind, my pen glides over the paper when you pull me out of the dark forest. You are my inspiration.
I think everyone should surround themselves with sources of inspiration. There’s so many wonderful things around us we barely notice. I’m sure if you look very closely you can find wonderlands in the slightest and smallest of things.
She is simply the most beautiful girl I know. This inspires me. She is intelligent and humble and noble and wise and funny… I’m more all of those things. Im also a moron; she teaches me life lessons.
Also the sex is incredible always.
i am not a-muse-d
she is there to spark fire
but must remain cold, impassive
even when all that remains of the poet’s ardour is the embers
when it comes to be a muse, i don’t know how to sit still.
you will always have to chase me around, catching you a glimpse of my hair on paper.
you will have to let my footprints show you the way, because i won’t be there anymore.
Hmmmmm…she thinks, she sits with her pencil poised above her sketchbook and the newspaper at hand and the bright morning sun rising over the horizon…and still there’s nothing. she could almost cry. she hates being blocked, she wants her muse to come back…the drawings sometimes flow like water, other times they’re thicker than molasses.
the boy sat staring blankly into the collage-filled wall of his room. he was lost in thought, musing at all the bands and their wild hair and rock attitude. he wanted to be them. he glanced to the guitar in the corner of his room, and made his way towards it.
Corporal Thunder dashed into the room in precise drill-instructed fashion and took up position next to the fireplace as several other troops stormed in after him. The seeming commander, Lightning, looked first at the naked hummer and then back at Jensen and asked no one in particular, “I wonder who is the muse for who here, Jensen or this naked damsel?”