Muses Talking

I suppose the easiest way to describe my muses would be to introduce them to you in the order of their magnitude shurrup she's introducing me well I am the loudest what else would magnitude be. ladies first? geroffit ye cross dressin false etto worra bout 'arry? nah if we wake im we'll never gerrover it Simson? I am norrabout t'expose myself to other mortals spadinuff puttin up with this lazy bastid, Hiram? no way once is fingers start typin I know you lottle crowd in with countless situational possibilities Clouds, fog drifting currents of humours twist about like tendrils of long stemmed briar knots. stones rolling roundly down green Welsh hillsides somersaulting to crash against fences around bottomless mine holes. or worse yet into cold troutstream waters racing over smooth smooth stones let some one else avva go mate it's been dark in 'ere for ages. Did those greedy Romans leave yet? what? they're not ready for us ? this mortal's dunnit again! He'll likely purrus aside and forget us.