AUTODESIRE CHAPTER 5:
ALIENSEXUAL
Scene: Silverlake; The year of the mudflood
There isn’t anything to be lost from wild abandon, except for maybe your center: your sense of balance and the foundations of your neurotransmitters. Every night the ghost of the Parallax comes to pet your left leg and you let them touch you. Every night your body splits into a multiplicity, its multiplicity fuses with the multiplicity of the multiple multiplicities of all the other entities and collec- tively they form the stickiness on the dance floor. The Odalisque convulses in ec- stasy, her milk is drunk by all the nearby Butterflies.