Buckles, belts and flaps by SteffyPop (danceperformance)

Decisively and forward on the road she walks.
The last tower of chastity is calling from the left side.
But she continues decisively forward in spite of it all.
Filled with worries and self-consciousness in to the wild.

Quilts made of laminated grain and seed.
Both sides of her horrible because they are new.
Where the depth is supposed to be out of poisonous steel trees stand.
New patterns have been woven that noone can read.

Dreamlike conditions of previous hope and given sparrows.
Made her escape to the Away, away from not being able to breathe.

Now when she drills in metre-thick concrete-walls, she realizes that she´s made of buckles, flaps and belts.

Ambitious men, future hope, homosexual narcissist and climbers.

Fully and innerly expressing a wish for moutains of beds and kittys.

Intoxicated as the young girl is from shots, joints, bottles, necks, cocks and buns.

Drunk from struggeling to unbutton the countenance of buckles, flaps and belts.

The thought that was just thought is forgotten, however it gets stored anyway.
In the next moment when for no reason feeling, the presence of something being wrong.

The plates are carried and the worlds are turning, the noodles are cooked in pots, pans and boxes.

Escapism is the memory of her own goo – held together and up by buckles, flaps and belts.

Sipping blindly on the unknown, arms flailing noses rushing tears are barred mouths gape.

Total is the peace of the worthlessness in fingers, thoughts, savings, toes and vaginal walls.

Stream do the beams of the comfort of civlisations, G-clefs, stars and crates of beer.

In the next scene like an animal jumping, barking, growling, fattening, feeding and eating.

On all fours a cry and a threat – be more threatening – husband, child and fights – tall buildings, stocks and cities.

The memory becomes free and the body finally leaks.

The buckles burst, the flaps couldn´t hold it and the belts let go.

The purpose of the escape, the intoxication and the insightful spectacle.

Was to force the buckled, flapped and belted goo to start leaking nakedly.

That death had to interfere is understandable.

But a free soul has to fly to never feel awful.