Prose: The Resistance

note: lol, this was composed by me and brian (thus the male perspective). just thought id share some creative writing.
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you know how when rock stars play the guitar they make all sorts of funny faces cuz theyre really into it? well, when i draw i do the same thing. when i sketch i got that easy breezy too cool for school look. when i do inks i whip out my focus face, all intense and burning with concentration. when i mess up i get the angry shit-i-fucked-up-now-i-gotta-use-white-out scowl. very sexy. sometimes i get that pained expression when im doing ultra fine detail work. as i gear up for the big finish my strokes get quicker and quicker, my eyes bug out, my hair explodes like yahoo serious, im totally insane. energies reach their breaking point. i can taste the final crescendo as it all comes together, all my skill and talent, my genius, my love, my truth, laid out there on what was once a clean white sheet of paper. spent, i sit back, light a cigarette, wipe away the last remaining bits of eraser dust and purr, "was it good for you too?"