I MADE AN EASTER EGG today. It is a cool little thing, and it's now sitting in my vehicle dashboard, waiting for a lucky recipient. Or perhaps i shall keep it there til the insides turn greenish-black and i might sell it off as a century egg. Hey it isnt often that i get 'creative' and get down to actually achieving something. A bolt of lightning must've struck me last night when i was asleep, and i woke up inspired.

What is a poet's muse? Did anyone see that crappy movie with Sharon Stone in it, 'The Muse'? Didn't think so. Well... i suppose a poet's muse could be anything... a spirit, a plant, an object of beauty and affection... What's YOUR muse of choice?