So now your muse is riding him like Debra Winger rode that mechanical bull in Urban Cowboy and there ain't a goddamn thing you can do about it except choke the hell out of the pillow that once cushioned her cheating little head or hug that goosedown close while wearing the red, lacy panties she left behind as you're curled up in a trembling, whimpering pathetic pile of blubbering bilge.
The previous paragraph is proof of what happens when a writer's muse leaves you high and dry. It hurts, my friends, it hurts bad. That's why I've provided the following prompts to help muse-abandoned writers everywhere find a way to escape their uncreative dark place. Go ahead and use them to inspire literary greatness in your masterpiece and show that muse bitch you don't need her anymore.
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