well it’s been about four days of fasting Four days of eating nothing but smoke from his cigarettes so it was difficult to tell whether the woman who sat in his bathtub and smoked some of his cigarettes and watched him writing on his desk was real or not “Of course I’m real, you dumbass!” […]
fasting for muses by Bogdan Dragos
Daydreaming as a profession 
Often your site or my browser fails to register my “likes” and carry my comments foerward. Liked this before, probably commented but cannot recall what I might have said. Good piece.
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Probably some WP glitch…
Anyways, thanks a lot! ◝(^ᗜ^)◜
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I am always surprised by the twists in your stories. Love this one!
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ヽ(•‿•)ノ Oh, thank you! Much appreciated 🙂
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I read this twice. Nice work. Also, I’ve had the nudge to fast more…
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-=≡Σ(((⊃ﾟ∀ﾟ)つ Thanks!
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A writer and their inspiration to write…never come between the two because they are probably already at loggerheads. Your story is a wonderful example of this. Awesome work! 🙂
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The relationship between artist and muse is often a toxic one
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And somehow the more toxic it is, the more people would start to gravitate around the artist’s work.
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So true. We are all broken in one way or another, though some of us won’t admit it, and we gravitate towards the brokenness in others. We gravitate to those people, places or things in which see pieces of ourselves.
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Well said!
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Very relatable piece. I enjoyed the ‘noir’ aesthetic of it.
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Thank you, Mark! (*￣∇￣*)
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lol, that was pretty funny! i like it
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༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ Thanks!
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For some reason I laughed at her tattoo. I don’t know why.
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Reblogged this on How I found My Muchness and commented:
This….
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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♡ ´･ᴗ･ `♡
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