I want you to make art out of me. Make me turn into brush strokes and texture. Touch me and color melt me. Paint me and smear me. Turn this blank canvas into explosions of color. Let me explode and create the best pieces of art in history. The Mona Lisa has nothing on me. I am a one time final draft in literature. The words perfectly aligned with my lines. Every word you speak falls into me and I'll be your first novel. The only best seller you'll have. Break my bindings, break my lips, with the words you force into them. Write me down write me slow. I am classic literature honey.