(i hope this doesn't come up on porn searches)

There are two kinds of women in this world
The ones who masturbate
And liars

Hey…guys…have you ever…I mean…not like…I mean...have you ever… I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever done that before…I’m just doing this survey for class…you know, for research…have you ever…done...that…thing?

Meg admits with a silent nod
Alyssa: really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo.
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day

Miles: Dad…that was on my cooter

Alyssa: I got off on a school bus once
Kerri: It was a really long ride home

Miles: My vibrator broke once
Mid sentence.

I was pissed
So I McGivered the wires
Took the batteries from grandma’s respirator
And still slid into home plate

SAFE.
(ARM MOVEMENTS)

When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
I think about Johnny Depp
Paint
Paint on my taint.
I think about Water Parks
I like tubes
Like… blue shooting water tubes
Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
I think about Tony Danza
HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA.
WHOSE THE BOSS

It feels like
The apocalypse in my underpants
capsizing my abdomen
compromising my skin
bubbling up like burns between my thighs
It feels like
Oceans
Like
(thunder)






On paper this seems really silly but I think it will be great when we perform it. Here are some other ideas, feel free to work them in:

Petting the possum
Poachin’ the salmon
Double clickin’ the mouse
Taking a ride on the L train
(hehe..labia)
McGyver the wire

Men get all the fun
Choakin’ the chicken
Beatin the meat
Squeezin the sausage
What about us?
What about our needs?
Our between the knees needs

I usually end up masturbating after my boyfriend cums, rolls over and goes to sleep,
So I’ve got to finish the job

I like to masturbate after a great game of Twister

I wait until my roommate falls asleep
When I masturbate I think about
When I masturbate I think about Kerri…
{awk pause/glance}

I masturbated with a cucumber once
-EW!
-and then served it in Kerri’s salad
-ahh uhhh ehhh


Fuck 2 girls one cup
All: We got 4 girls 40 fingers

Pool jets
My mom got me an electric toothbrush
My teeth didn’t get much whiter
But…

But sometimes I’m late for things because I’m masturbating
Cause I don’t start anything I can’t finish
“Kerri lets gooooo”
“I’m comingggg”

I don’t like masturbating.
It’s my hand.
I’ve seen it a bunch of times
But your hand….
I like sex


Alyssa: I was about 6 years old
And I was at my babysitters house
And I didn’t realize that different locations had different channels
I turned on what I thought was the Disney Channel
What is going on
Whats happening
To my body
SPICE NETWORK!!
My body was capable of producing this incredible feeling
I did it on the school bus once
I was a little horny child

Brian: I was 6 years old too
Laying on my stomach
And playing annie soundtrack on record player
Miss Hannigan was ugly
But the song sounded so sexy
And I just put my hands there
And I applied pressure
It was great

National geographic
Women of Sudan
My dad comes up the stairs
As im reaching my climax
My dad has a bum knee
So I know I have some time
Never saw something come out
Keep missing my pants as im trying to pull up my pants
I think that’s why I don’t date white girls.

Every summer I went down to North Carolina
And I couldn’t fall asleep at night
7th grade, maybe. Maybe younger.
Wasn’t well versed in that and… I don’t know
Like I said I couldn’t sleep, and it just happened.
What did I just touch to induce that?
And I did it again and again
Scrambled spice network
Taught my younger sister stuff.

Pool jets.
“Wanna know what sex feels like?”

On my giant bear
It feels great
Hanging out on the couch
If a blanket was over me, no one could see me
My mom was in the kitchen
“Ahem… honey.”
And then we had the sex talk.
At 4.

It’s 10 pm.
Do you know where your clit is?

I grew up thinking that no one else did it
Realizing that you aren’t alone in a world of pleasure

Higher level of existence through knowing your body
Orgasm as a spiritual experience
How you work, how you tick
If we all understood ourselves, we’d be able to understand each other

CARPEL TUNNEL

so i edited my part,
tell me what you think...

Kerrolita: He fell from the swing set

Crippled down in pain
He nominates emotion
Kneeling to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He cant cry, he can’t cry
(Don’t cry, don’t cry)

Miles: There are no tears

Kerri: I watch his pupils dilate
As red fear oozes out of his lidless sockets
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber

Miles: There is no embracing

NEW REPUBLIC....FINISHED?

Meg: Mill me down
Alyssa: Make me fiber
Kerri: Make me flour

Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.

Meg: Will they remember
Mill me down

Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be weightless
Before all of this happened
*before them

Meg: We're all just trying to find the sun again

Alyssa: And that’s when they came for me
With their hollow eyes and metal faces
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
Kerri: Ripped the shadows out from under us
Alyssa: They force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
Make me fiber

Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
For the weak will always falter
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary.
And bring peace to our nation

A/M/K: whatever means necessary (in round, at means)

Kerrolita: He fell from the swingset
Face scrunched in pain,
He screams.
Kneeling down to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He cant cry, he can’t cry
(Don’t cry, don’t cry)

Miles: There are no tears

Kerri: I watch my brother’s pupils dilate
Fear-filled, red drops dripping out
Of his lidless sockets
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber

Miles: There is no embracing

Meg:
This world has turned inside out
To change the organs of our beings
Can blood flow cold?
Can love live in a vacuum?
Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?

Miles: There are no messy emotions here

Meg: There are still a few of us
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Throats slit and still stinging
Make me flour

Miles: There is no poetry.

Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and emotions and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
Milled us down

Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber

Kerri: I dream in the colors they tried to drain from his skin

Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour

Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day


Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
This is the life of the New Republic
Welcome to the dawn of the great new

Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?

meg and mine team piece

After the check part:

And when we've swallowed everyone else's culture
will you have created a new soul
or just drowned the one you were given?

We are waiting
on the brink of change
turning over our earth
yet leaders will not save our hearts
only the connection of our essence
touching for reverence in the dim lights
of our future will kiss the face
of something greater than me
and make the world turn over in alms
peace and blessings to all

REW NEPUBLIC

Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.

Kerri:
I remember
Her hands felt soft
Holding mine through parks before the shadows came
Palms pressed together until they ticketed our affection
But this wasn’t the first time
My closet told a story of the price tag
Every kiss paid for in full

Meg: Will they remember
When touches felt like new days
(Alyssa: A love forbidden)
Sunsets on your skin
Mill me down

Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
For the weak will always falter
Because they can not accept some slight discomfort
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary
And bring peace to our nation.

Both: Through whatever means necessary.

Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be weightless
Before all of this happened
*before them
(meg: we're all just trying to find the sun again)
And that’s when they came for me
With their hollow eyes and metal faces
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
they ripped my shadow out from under me
force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
and it tasted like the pages of books my mother used to read me

Kerrolita: He fell from the swingset
But mamas not watchin’ him
Her freckled nose in a charcoal book
Face scrunched in pain,
He screams.
Kneeling down to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He can’t cry, he can’t cry

Miles: There are no tears

Kerri: I watch my brother’s pupils dilate
Fear-filled, red drops dripping out
Of his lidless balls
My mother stood lifeless
Wrapped her arms around herself
Cos it was the closest thing to a hug she could find

Miles: There is no embracing

Alyssa:
I was holding her when they came for me
Arms frozen around her shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from her
Cut my fingers from her face
I was stained beet red and screaming,
Plucked from the earth before ripening long enough
I opened my eyes to darkness
Collapsed in a ball of broken bones
I could feel the rest of them around me
Quiet, broken just the same

Meg:
Make me fiber
This world has turned inside out
To change the organs of our beings
Can blood flow cold?
Can love live in a vacuum?
Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?

Miles: There is no laughter



Meg: There are still a few of us
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Throats slit and still stinging

Miles: There is no poetry.

Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and emotions and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
Milled us down

Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber

Kerri:
All I did was catch his tear with my hand

Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour

Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day

Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
This is the life of the New Republic
Welcome to the dawn of the great new

Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?

Final Sleep Paralysis

A: (simultaneous buzzing)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making

A: Imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
you try to scream but your jaw bones been broken
and you’d run but your arms are nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it

B: Sleep paralysis- a condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up
A: But it’s so much more than that

K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?

A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: But nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror

A: It’s nothing [sternly]
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing dense on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
like porcelain joints
that even if you could move them
would snap

Then yeah, it’s nothing

B: There are things that go bump in the night across state lines
A: Different demon

K: Same intention

A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea, people refer to this phenomenon as "Suk Ninmyo", believed to originate from sacred trees that use human essence to sustain its life. The trees are said to feed on human essence during night as to not disturb the human's daily life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding, resulting in the paralysis.
A: En Mexico se me subió el muerto
K: In St. Lucia the kokoma will take you
B: These shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep

K: It’s all in your head they say
B: Just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain

K: Yet I swear

the sulphur still lingers

A: I’ve been to the ninth circle and felt my wings freeze

K: Dante ain’t got shit on me

A: I can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
and wake to find myself straight jacketed in silent repose
undulating in pools of my own insanity
as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be

K: Not everything reduces itself to prime numbers

can’t condense my quench for an explanation

Cause no matter how hard I squeeze The Holy Bible to my chest, with a dream catcher in my palm

It

Doesn’t

Help

all I can do is clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse

as I accept the grey vulnerability I expose when I slumber

B: There are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: Things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: And have trouble letting go by morning
but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: Strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: Swallow me whole like Jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: Drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: Because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine

B: Take my hand child (hold hands)
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but…

(let go of hands)

sleep paralysis WIP 2

A: (simultaneous buzzing)

K: Usually it starts with the buzzing

faint at first

a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum

electric like TV static

until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making


A: imagine your body being melted

metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing

you try to scream but your jaw bones been broken

and you’d run but your arms are nailed to your bedpost crucifix

by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell
but know its hunched over your half sleeping body

as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it



B: sleep paralysis- a condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up.
A: but there's more to it than that



K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?


A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar

K: but nothing in this natural world can make it go away

A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind

K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore

A: Night terrors are common in children

K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: It's nothing [sternly

K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing down on your chest

till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell

as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost

but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden

like porcelain joints

that even if you could move them

would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing



A: there are things that go bump in the night across state lines

K: different demon, same intention



A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka

an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin

K: In New Guinea, people refer to this phenomenon as "Suk Ninmyo", believed to originate from sacred trees that use human essence to sustain its life. The trees are said to feed on human essence during night as to not disturb the human's daily life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding, resulting in the paralysis.

A: en mexico se me subió el muerto

K: in st lucia the kokoma will take you

B: these shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep




A: I've been to the ninth circle
and felt my wings freeze
K:Dante ain't got shit on me

K: Its all in your head they say

B: just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain

K: yet I swear the sulphur still lingers



A: I can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore

too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness

and wake to find myself straight jacketed in silent repose
undulating in pools of my own insanity

as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest

and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be



K: Not everything can reduce itself to numbers
Can’t condense my quench for an explanation
Just clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
As I accept the grey vulnerability I expose as I slumber


B: there are things that haunt us in their translucence

K: things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep

A: and have trouble letting go by morning



A but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me

K: strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave

A: swallow me whole like Jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night

K: drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast

A: because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine



B: take my hand child

trust in the matter of my flesh

for there be nothing to fear but