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lovelessisntanything:

being an artist can get tiresome, so sometimes instead of drawing pictures i kidnap strangers, and bring them to my chalkboard room.  i hand them a piece of chalk and then i pose like a statue but less muscular.  i stand there waiting and they stand there with the chalk and until i say “well?”and then they get started.

they sketch my narrow shoulders and gangly limbs. i have pale skin but the chalkboard keeps me dark.  sometimes i make special requests like “give me an elegant tattoo” or “my hair needs more volume” or “make my triceps protrude a little more.”  the smart strangers adjust their drawings quick because i’m a kidnapper and they know whats best for them. but the dull ones stare at me and then say something dull like “i don’t have the proper equipment to give a tattoo” or “maybe you just need to use more conditioner when you shower” or “diet and exercise are the key to success”.

no matter what happens, they keep drawing until i’m satisfied.  when all the finishing touches are done i pick up the bucket of water that i keep underneath the desk in my chalkboard room and say “one, two, three” in my brain and then i douse the drawings in transparent eraser water.

the strangers stare at me a little angry like even though i kidnapped them they’re still proud of their drawings, and then i say “everyone’s gotta grow up someday and i just wanna wash away the days until it’s my turn”.