It could have been not more than 20 minutes after the sunset and sky got exhausted by frostbites, radiation, glances, jaw clenching, long-lasting bathroom improvements and smoking. I saw flocks of birds ascending, their wingtips marked the warmer edges of the air currents in front of me - all this fired up an illiterate hatred. Imagine this situation as auto- portrait or an oral practice back from the Bronze Age, where labyrinthine mind gave birth to ignorance.
One hour took two years, yet I haven’t noticed how the decade in my unmade bed went by. I assumed that those things are lifelong ballast. And it never were about the self-denial, life’s backwardness or some somber superstitions, more likely - it was about the crippling future and what it pressed upon me.
I notice how quickly reality locates me. Dirt inflicts an aggressive fever, piercing tightly closed eyelids, the ache between my brows culminates and disappears in pleasure of being face-fucked. Physically, all I can see is blinding bright red with emerald spark-like beetles. Lust coils my throat. Like those money launderers in formal banquets, stumbling upon tables with wide martini glasses, rimmed with passionfruit sugar, ice infused with strong liquor, lime foam morsels and starched napkins, soaking up their sweat - the universal gestures of what’s appropriate to satiate oneself with. In the exact same moment book called The Cartographies of Freedom sees the daylight and starts unceasing discussion about who actually is the Undertaker and the most interesting part of this escalated debate is what person is held responsible for this wholly counter-hegemonic passage in seventh plate, an illustration taking almost full page - double- faced being, sweeping freshly cut hair from the ground. Vaginal father, by their side, is holding scissors in the air, streak of light cross metal blades. Their faces are neither grim nor cheerful, probably just wondering - had their children enjoyed the life that much - you could feel they really doubt it.
The invention of femininity was not some kind of counteraction as I first thought. It’s not even the thought process of making analytic steps or goals but the acceleration and anal adventures with extreme confidence about your muscles, your mindset. I invite slender fingers with trimmed nails to pop my ass up: on the spot gratification, accompanied by scorching subsonic cackling, scraping off my guts, making my nipples puffy and lips plump. It’s too short now to properly arch my back, but just enough that each time when a lover will try to explain the meaning of mysticism to someone, keeping me out of the equation, they will be doomed to fail. I can reassure you, not even white latex will witness that inner paradigm shift in my cunt. I have no moral or maternal imperatives, no will power to greet people, addicted to eulogies, waiting for the sun betray them once again.
In the historical landscape of deeper knowledge on alien fornicators, infrastructures and military, economic- energetic activity - the fifth opening was precluded by men in brown uniforms, exasperatedly looking back. the live chain of bodies. The metal rivers were turning in circles, fat smell of sulphur, stony air over quicksand fields of contemporary fortress. presence of problems again. can’t keep my eyelids open and can’t focus, I hear bark-like noise over my head and cracking ice sheets. In radius of two hours by foot all public transportation systems in standstill. best was to walk along high voltage pylons or green hedges. Through hexagonal lenses and thermal indicators unmanned swarm was doing the routine check on the east wing, seemingly undisturbed, few of them crashed into the trees, petals and leaves bursted in the extended direction of their flight. Two coldblooded animals, coupled in greedy sisterhood, abandon the centre of observation desk. The primitives in search of their caves. I make reptiles. Thick lung shaft arches upward full of plantlike purity. The teeth-less fleshy throats open, sucking in air through the slit one should call snout.
Acquisition of knowledge about muting them was one of the main goals, it would have been a big step for, you know, such big organization. But they never had anything to say, the reptiles, supposedly that was what the board members were mostly thinking - voiceless breath, stretched jaw muscles, watery eyes. There was only luxurious commodity or rather service I had no hesitation to pay extra, it’s for not having these people around.
Alone and furious I encountered stupidity, but my vow to keep otherness untouched must be sustained. We all are in different libidinal economies and by the end of the quarter i was finishing my infatuation circle, so it means I got back where I started, cathexis point 0,0 — a flatline of emotions and drive. It was clear to me, that the time investment wouldn’t bring fair amount of benefits, but in comparison, it would bring a lot of damage for the others, so needed to reconsider that. it took me three months to prepare the action plan, book tickets and rent out 4 different suits, get 2 counterfeit identity cards and work license. all expenses would be covered in next financial quarter, leaving me with 12-month leave salary. i stared at my face, which should have been older, but with expectations of un-aging polymer skin coming earlier than expected, I could have my feminine maturity frozen for the next twelve decades. the necklace entangler becoming untamed A.I. facelift mentor. It looked like waiting, but I was just enjoying moment taking care of my independence. Cleaning will produce just more filth and waste. Heaps of foliage and branches, unripe pears, dandelion roots, pebble stepping in prune juice.
I. RELATIONAL POWERSea foam pushed me out. here, I thought, the fullness of water. I cannot integrate anymore. Immense gravity in shadow, clicking of contracting metal, weight of my bladder — I could faint, I pressed my knees. Witch winds plow seven valleys with their toes. Three stars, the eggs of the bird, seeds and woven rug in their midnight dinner baskets.
II. ZERO PRIVACY BARRIERMy environment lacks speed, my mouth big and broad. I press my tongue and form a sensation of suction and compression. the valves injecting fresh saliva. craving to taste myself in other, I want this kind of resuscitation. chaste, sober and productive. Does rimming of the entrances with your preachers gesture ever cross your mind.
III. LANGUAGE AS ABSTRACT PICTURE OF MOVEMENTSLike an old-woman’s-bastard- orphan raised by wild animals and bathed in swirling crevice of red thick mud and milk of rubber plant. I wait for language to become telluric, mundane. You tell me that me and you are nation to be dissolved in work and sweat, thus very heroic. I don’t think you see me as a whore, but the experiences I had would not shock you. I think you would see me as other. also you despise victimization.
I enjoy this trait of yours, hold it as inspiring. I’m a spectator, that’s my flaw and victory.
IV. TAXATION OF MEMORYSound wrapped by hyper- silent membrane, defying surroundings for split second. But it torments me, as I hear the rhythm of you jerking, beating off the death mask of your body. I want you to use me for this. I think of my possible affect. could I lure you into deep longing, infused by strangling passion perversities? distorted pleasure, rude manners, neoliberal, pretentious sharp face, fresh collar i will dip in sweat, I wonder if I want something like that. I wonder are you eating well, too.
Stutter, twitch, hinder comprises personal conduct, appropriation and traumatic experience of voicing oneself. By practicing falsification, flattened constructions of language and vision — all splitting between relatable and distinctive — the soft spoken necklace entangler confesses through fictional rite of passage.
Voice of necklace entangler: Stella SalonenMusic: Apollon / Muslimgauze — No words from Taslima NasreenField recording and edit: Concordia
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Thanks to Vaida ir Rūta Stepanovaitės, Karolina Janulevičiūtė, Miglė Pašiškevičiūtė, Goda Sasnauskaitė, Geistė Kinčinaitytė.First time showed in Kabinetas, Losing Distance, September 2-9, Kaunas (LT).
Script and direction Monika JanulevičiūtėRegarding this project, please contact monika at 121.LT2016