The self proclaiming disease goes
too far when one announces themselves as a ‘muse’.
A muse would never say such a thing.
Some things are not ours to crown.
After visiting New Orleans, Summertime by Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald hits different… “the fish are jumpin’… and the cotton is highhhh… your daddy’s rich and your mama good lookin” -
Larry’s closet>business concept >
Like you met yourself in 1986 in a Dallas saloon while completely white knuckled to the present and no reservations for the future. Cha-Ching.