Mitch Jablonski - March 19, 2019
I've always loved the notion of a muse, a woman who just basically exists for a creative type to get their juices flowing. It seems like a pretty good gig, with little involved other than being a supremely hot woman who can inspire the creative process like no other. It's why Muse is the perfect surname for Calypso Muse, because she seems like the kind of woman who was just born to serve as inspiration.
I'm getting all manner of urges to write the great American novel or to compose an epic poem in the vein of Ode on a Grecian Urn, only this time, it wouldn't be about some boring old vase but rather a beautiful ode to the beautiful Calypso Muse. Something like Shakespeare's 18th sonnet, but with the word boobs in it.
Man, now that the creative juices are flowing, I'd better stop spilling digital ink on this platform and set to work on something that matters. Something that will stand the test of time. Something that will do justice to the enormity of Calypso Muse's incomparable beauty. Ah, who am I kidding, I could never do her any justice. Better to let the pictures do the thousand of words worth of talking.
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