Dejv Mutnjakovic

An attempt to imagine what would happen if I closed my eyes to not wake up.

Shot Directed Dreamed by : Dejv Mutnjakovic Music : Detroit Escalator Company With a Little Help from my Friends : Damaris Baker Poem : After Life The sun spills its blood over us, we drink it from each others lips, spitting color on the walls of routine, pissing rainbows down your life drain. We hear the great cities from afar moaning that unique pitch. You know it, the sound when a protected organ is punctured, that repetitive siren when orgasm is stimulated from the unfolding of lies, panic and protection. We found our way in, sweating, mad, wild, carving out aphrodisia from the belly button of our cantankerous creator, longing, craving, desiring more blood, more earth, more dream, more lust, more,... magic. I am tired you plead, no more, no more, no more. I cannot stop, my heart is a black ocean breathing betrayal, my teeth sharp with persuasion, my eyes menacing like a patient wolf fat on pet rabbit, easy killing. Kicking in the vein of nothingness you speak out from the holes of your delirium. "DO ANYTHING, BUT LET IT PRODUCE JOY, DO ANYTHING, BUT LET IT YEILD TO ECSTASY!" All is alive, blue shifting approaching to red shift receding, pleasure in vivid light, that which color is made of. I swim through all the barriers of your minuscule experiences, flowing toward vibrating sound. Through heart beat, under electric impulse, down into the depths, I want to see what lies beyond the senses. It is not a need, alors! But I want to bite into the extraordinary infinite genius of the creators seed.