I've never been in a fixed relationship. I literally mean to ponder, dream and wonder. You want me cause I inspire you. Who am I? A muse. I riddle you with pleasure and confuse you into delight. Can I be the Julianne Moore to your PT Anderson? The Francis McDormand to your Coen Brothers? The Edie Sedgewick to your Andy Warhol? The last artist I conjured went stark raving mad, he wanted to capture me in a bottle and drink me to forget the void. He thought I was the solution, but I am just means for extraction; A provocateur in a sense, my beauty is unmatched and my aura is penetrating. You will want to own me, to tame me, to impress every idea onto my living sculpture and just when you think you have I will become elusive like a dream that cannot be explained. Every encounter will feel like a portal, like phenomenon of hallucination and if not of the surroundings, an alternate version of yourself. You will glorify me of your own intent, a projection of your cumulative desires, an embodiment of what you seek to achieve of your own sensibilities, but cannot seem to express until one day the frog you've held tightly leaps from your hands onto the page, creating a Doppler of passionate and imaginative splatters and you discover my meaning.
Also, was wondering if you are still up for the two for one at Applebee's?