I want to mold you. I want to press upon you with my hands. Spread my rigid insistence over your body. I want to freeze you, capture you, imprison you. I want to build from your materials my sculpture, my art.
You will stand immobile, a reflection of my every want, every wish, every desire. Your frozen form will tell others of the choices you've made, demonstrate to all that look upon your stationary corps your own passions. This statue you have become will broadcast your life in one solitary, unmoving image.