A film about lines on a page
Lines on the road
Lines on a mirror
Lines on a map
Just lines
I told Alejandro he shouldn’t call me anymore
because it isn’t good for him
He is now in a Babylon of his own making
and needs to figure it out for himself
Exhausting
The veil is thin today
I can smell the estrogen
in the perfumed air
A man offered me sex tonight
He was beautiful.
I said thanks for the offer
But I can’t
My mind is somewhere else
I want to see clearly
I can’t afford to be distracted by a body.
Esoterica is the archetype of sexual distraction
The sex solution,
what is it made of,
what is the motive if it isn’t a form of emotional alchemy
aimed at peace
People can speak the same language
and be completely misunderstood
The words will always be interpreted
by the demands of the situation
rather than what the speaker is saying
Other people
define both our memories
and sense of self
But what is wrong
Something is wrong
It must be
There is something better
One more thing
And there will be harmony
This is what you are doing wrong said Alejandro
You need to be more yourself
Be adaptive
Embrace change
It will all make sense in the next life
It’s easier to lie to some people
than others
A sweet soft mouth
can tell the most convincing of lies
Give them what they need
based on what the fuck
they think they are missing out on
But pussy isn’t a person
It is a hole for things to go in
and come out of
Just a hole
How can a hole be so full of meaning
and trouble
Just a bunch of neural pathways
with the amygdala all lit up
like the Botanical Gardens at
Christmas
It is the prettiest ugly thing I have ever seen