After Life

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.

 

 

l'univers du mystique Koala

 
 

Chapter : 1

What do you see? Look Closer. Open up a little, relax.

Anything? Patience, breathe. That's better. Good. Now.

Tell me what you see?

A baby, you see a baby, a baby dreaming,... me?

An inverted baby dreaming, me. Certainly. Anything else? Lets go deeper, together.

 

Music, yes, that's it music, follow the music.

 

Lets not hold back any longer, let us really flow, let us set fire to twilight. Let us allow life to be.

 

We are in a car racing toward the setting sun. The hills to both sides of us are silhouettes. We are void of emotion, we are focused, we are outlaws, monsters, trouble makers, we are free!


...dave~