bullseye for the blind

i'm not someone who gets inspired easily. i don't shed a tear and write prose upon an incredible, champagne colored sunset by the sea; nor desire to cut myself, left wrist then right, when i hear,"night" by zola jesus (though it IS an amazingly beautiful song.) instead, i find inspiration the old fashioned way: pretty girls. it's few and far between - which is to say: utterly rare. still, try. be my muse.