Film synopsis by Missy Jubilee
Their abstract form
What are they really about?
Are they sincere?
And nobody can control that
because it’s not a singular calling
This is a film
with fluttering pages
somewhat higher than the grimey underbelly
It is enigmatic representation
of Mother Nature’s phallus,
the fierce art of Jean-Michel Basquiat,
and my experience with both of them
I dig on on the movements
of the penis
and the psychotherapy
they can initiate
They are fit for painting,
They are fit for painting,
all neat and tidy
Their abstract form
defies conformity
but their actions
but their actions
define Dostoevsky’s loss of control
They all do their best
Big old beams
that fuck with reality
and the ownersip of such an enterprise
that fuck with reality
and the ownersip of such an enterprise
engenders pride
like a Starship
Better than a loose cluster of components,
they can flip the pages
of the Universe,
and are capable of rearranging vaginas
with their satisfactory comfortable form
Not giving a fuck
Not giving a fuck
is about as good an antidote
to any size aggravation
a man may feel
Prescribe that attitude to yourself
Prescribe that attitude to yourself
Because they are not some kind of alien species
They are attached
to suffering individuals,
They are attached
to suffering individuals,
locked up in insecurity
inside an imaginary cage
behind bars so tight
that confidence can’t get in
But they can
inside an imaginary cage
behind bars so tight
that confidence can’t get in
But they can
touch another human being
Intimately. Completely
The hand, the mouth and this organ
have the same power of chemistry,
Intimately. Completely
The hand, the mouth and this organ
have the same power of chemistry,
but not the same feeling.
Not the same connection
Not the same connection
Not the same truth
Nobody is an island
and the penis and the vagina
and the penis and the vagina
are only separated
by attraction and availability
by attraction and availability
Categories designed
so that we may function
in an awful prison
so that we may function
in an awful prison
called lack of connection
Penises
Penises
What are they really about?
Are they sincere?
Do they seek to control?
Do they love?
Do they feel badly in isolation?
Do they have anxiety issues?
Do they feel badly in isolation?
Do they have anxiety issues?
Do they get depressed?
Do they ghost, and get ghosted?
No-one gets too close
Do they ghost, and get ghosted?
No-one gets too close
to understand the feelings
of a penis
Unless
it involves sex
Unless
it involves sex
And nobody can control that
because it’s not a singular calling
Sex is a
form of expression
easiest to imitate,
and it always feels good
in some part of the body.
It makes
It makes
something feel alive
Awake
A hologram
Awake
A hologram
of a desire to live
a non linear life
Enough to captivate
the fascination of others
An erection
a non linear life
Enough to captivate
the fascination of others
An erection
is an invitation
to turn the page
with another person
Each page a metaphor
Each page a prescription
Each page a memory
So let your penis dance
Like nobody’s watching
When the music is playing