Thursday

The goal is to make a manequin love you for at least one day in a week.
Is that even possible?
I challenge you to test it.
Visit its shop window as often as you can. Breath down its neck. Talk with it about life, about scented candles, about cigarettes, about the reason why you're not a dancer anymore, about why people tend to auction who suffers the most, about why bad music is bad, make love to it. Let its rose scent desposit in your lungs and the blue of it's eyes suck all of the black of yours.

Oh... It's infeasible you say?

What if manequin breathed? Just breathed?

...

What if it valued beauty?

No?

Ah, you say it's still a manequin?

You may be right.

But I think that he is the rightest person you shoud tell this to. Not me.