The Muses are fickle. They dribble out their boons to some, including a great line like “Horses’ Asses of the Apocalypse.” A recipient of such a boon must be appropriately humble and appreciative. To others, their boons are like the cascading waters coming off the snowmelt and creating the mighty Colorado River, in which the artist can immerse himself time and time again. The artist can dunk his head in the icy waters and, upon surfacing, spit out a cool mouthful of the crystalline waters of creativity. Both artists are lucky.
Hey - why didn't I come up with "horses asses of the apocalypse?" That's my question. Please advise.
The Muses are fickle. They dribble out their boons to some, including a great line like “Horses’ Asses of the Apocalypse.” A recipient of such a boon must be appropriately humble and appreciative. To others, their boons are like the cascading waters coming off the snowmelt and creating the mighty Colorado River, in which the artist can immerse himself time and time again. The artist can dunk his head in the icy waters and, upon surfacing, spit out a cool mouthful of the crystalline waters of creativity. Both artists are lucky.
See. There ya go again with the "crystalline waters of creativity." Just knock it off. I'm getting insecure.