Thursday, August 20, 2009

A-muse-ing myself



With wilful neglect I left The Muse chatting up a dodgy Greek waiter last month.
I was fed up with her fickle ways and smug tones and I got on the plane home without her. She looked happy enough in my silver lurex bikini and genuine Dolechee and Kebabbana sunglasses but she still hasn't come home.
I don't mind about the erratic shopping lists, or the sloppily constructed notes to the Feckers, but I have half a mind to do some writing but she is still having a blonde moment and is romancing Panos Christos Mikos Stupidos in some bar in Kalamaki.

Anyway while she is getting her slut fix I wondered what it would be like to be a Muse, an inspirational, creative juice enhancing Minx! Heh heh....






(Minx with a pearl earring and a rather fetching hair wrap)



(Mona "fat cheeks" Minx)





(Marie Antoinminx - loving the hair extensions!)


Oh dear, the King of Muse would be turning over in his grave....

(Bard from an awful lot of pubs)


Anyway, if you see the harlot, send her home and tell her to bring some more of those nice olives. If not then please just share your musings in the box provided below and hopefully I can at least have a laugh.

17 comments:

Roberta said...

My muse took off with a dyke biker and is currently traveling on Route 66. I get text messages from her and one unfortunate "flash" photo from her. Nothing suitable for children.

I hope they run into a tractor trailor.

Yodood said...

Of these, Rembrandt captured you best, the rest do you no favors. Your muse shows through most in your gratuitous cheesecake.

Word verification: gotion - land o'?

Minx said...

Diesel dyke, Roberta? Oh please share - it could be the start of something big!!

Gratuitous cheesecake? I like the sound of that, Dood, but did you get yer Rembrandt's mixed up with yer Vermeer's (all Dutch to me anyway)?

john.g. said...

Didn't think you were the muse sort Minx!

Yodood said...

When yer right yer right. At least you knew the one I meant.

Minx said...

Muse or schmooze, John G, whatever takes my fancy!

Unfortunately for you, Yodood, I must have had a passing fancy for Dutch art and know my Koekkoek's from my de Groots!

Debi said...

I think my muse might have been overdoing it. She's currently lying down in a darkened room, calling for gin and chocolate.

Bloody cheek. That's my job.

Minx said...

Always a good place - lying down in a darkened room, Debi, whatever the reason!

Rita said...

My muse got fed up & left somewhere between the dirty diapers & the endless "what's for dinner?" rituals...it was a long time ago.
How do I entice her back?

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

hahaha, Minx! The incarnates are uncanny! But forever Galaxia? ;)

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Minx with Pearl Earring is a winner - who needs a muse when you can look like that.
My muse has only gone and got herself lost in a bar of Lindt 70% - which means by the time she emerges she will be completely sticky. Muses, really!

Minx said...

I would let anyone, let alone The Muse, near me Green and Black's!

Debi said...

Seems like your muse has buggered off completely, Minxling.

Wandering round in the dark of the darkened room? Is that chocolate you can feel on your fingers? Can you really be sure?

Minx said...

I found her in France last weekend - not sure I want the harlot back!

bulletholes said...

"Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall..."
Hi minxy!

Minx said...

"Layin soft upon my skin. like the shadows on the wall"

Hi Bullets!

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