Talking with....Inspiration

Subject....Subject....Subject....Cone on Lady Inspiration...Knock at the doors of my hollow brain, don`t leave him all alone! You promised you`d come! You know .....i have to write now....What do you have to do with that?. You have to give me an idea, a subject, anything really.1

No really!? I Don`t want to talk about stinky people. No, I don`t want to describe my ceiling. Come on Madame I, don`t you have ENYTHING for me? Come on , until now I`ve fooled my readers , I mislead them , I let them thing that I`m full of creativity, but it`s not working. They`ll wake up one day and they`ll realize that my synapses work in slow motion. What will I do then, huh? I have to do something, to write something to postpone my decadence moment.2

No, I can`t write THAT thing. It`s too personal. what do I do now , I use personal tings to stir things up? I have to talk about something, I don`t know, ....society. That`s it. I`ll talk about society .But help me, damn you. You know I know nothing about it.... I have such an inconsequent and illogic thinking that in fact I know nothing. So you have to help me keep the impression of a girl with a lot of gray matter. About that how gray is the gray matter?3

Don`t take it that way. I just asked a question. God lady inspirationalist how irritated you are. 4

Lady Inspiration, know something? You`re MINE ok? Mine! So if you are mine i can do whatever I like with you.Right? American`s word :who's my bitch ?You are so be a little more willing ok? You already have your nose in the clouds. Eeee... that`s a good one. You come when you want, you go when you like, you don`t help me at all, you don`t have good ideas. What the hell, I`ve comed to beg you? I understand that I can`t ask you for good stuff every day but for god`s sake give me something even now and then.5

How I`de like to kick you in your big fat but right now. I wish I could say:"Just go my dear, go the......." but I can`t , I need you. If you leave me now I`ll rest with nothing. Even without this ides that are filled with cretinism. I hate this. I`m at your pinky! I depend on you.What a paradox! I depend on my inspiration! I depend on something I`ve created in years. How is that possible.? How come I beg for something that is rightfully mine? What if I dramatize. It`s my right. Spare me you bitch. I`ll do what I want with you! As you subjugate me and play with my nerves so I`ll ply with the vocabulary. And I`ll talk to you as I want.6

You try to deceive me, to make me thing it`s my fault I can`t write an original text! That`s not right. It`s your fault! What if I`ve created you?You`ve becomed a self sustaining entity. You`re like a parasite that when it entered the brain all he does is eating hungrily my nerves. That`s what you do.7

look it`s been half an hour and you still stay there like a sheet on the road doing nothing. Damn Inspiration. I`d bertter watch a movie than rely on her.8