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Kelela (2016) ⦿ extreme close-up, braids crossing the frame
Let your body feel claimed by the surface beneath you… already heavy… already softening. Let these words become your only reality.
Sink. Deeper. Bubble Spiral. Lust.
Take a slow, easy breath in… …and let it out now… good…
Another breath in… filling your lungs comfortably… …and release… letting any tension begin to melt away with that breath…
Again… in… …and out… each breath carrying you just a little… softer… heavier… more open…
Now… picture before you… a beautiful spiral… not just any spiral… but one made entirely of bubbles… shimmering, iridescent bubbles… soft blues and pinks and violets… catching light as they slowly rotate… spiraling inward… endlessly inward…
Feel it expand… rise… surround your entire body like a living vortex… the outer bubbles already brushing against your skin… cool, tingling kisses on your temples… trailing down your throat… circling your chest… teasing your nipples… drifting lower… caressing your belly… inner thighs… slipping between your legs…
Watch that bubble spiral now… right in the center of your mind’s eye… and feel it all around you…
See how the bubbles gently swirl… pulling your gaze… pulling your thoughts… pulling every part of you toward the center…
With every slow rotation of the bubble spiral… you feel yourself sinking… deeper…
Deeper…
Each bubble that drifts past carries away another thought… another worry… another bit of resistance… popping softly… gone…
And as the spiral turns… you sink… deeper…
Deeper still…
Feel your body growing heavy… so pleasantly heavy… warm liquid silk pouring over you from crown to toes… scalp relaxing… forehead smoothing… eyelids heavy… jaw loose… mouth parting just slightly… soft needy breaths escaping…
Down your neck… shoulders dropping… arms heavy… hands limp… fingers loose…
Chest… belly… hips… sinking deeper… thighs parting wider on their own… calves melting… feet weightless…
Deeper…
The bubble spiral turns… lazy… hypnotic… bubbles floating past your face… brushing your lips… trailing fire down your torso… teasing your most sensitive places…
A bubble reaches the tight center… glowing brighter… pulsing… and
Pop.
Soft… wet… intimate… echoing inside your skull… vibrating through your spine…
…fraction… sharp drop… twice as deep… sudden rush of heat floods low… throbbing… hot… needy… slick warmth spreading… hips twitching helplessly…
Deeper…
The spiral breathes with your breath… expands on inhale… contracts on exhale… bubbles everywhere… caressing… promising…
Another bubble swirls closer… iridescent… seductive… and
Pop.
…fraction… plunging deeper… body heavier… mind emptier… lust thickens like molten honey… coating every nerve… breath hitching… hips rocking slow… opening wider…
Deeper…
Every bubble that pops sends another surge… another pulse of raw, helpless lust… your skin tingles… every inch alive… sensitive… craving…
Pop…
…fraction… three times deeper… hips opening fully… sweet aching emptiness begging… skin electric… tingling… leaking lust…
Pop… pop…
…fraction… fraction…
Pleasure crashes through… hotter… wetter… deeper… arousal engulfs every cell… pulsing in perfect time with the turning spiral…
The bubble spiral owns you now… turning… turning… bubbles forming at the outer edge… traveling inward… glowing hotter… sexier… and every single one that reaches center…
Pops…
…fraction…
…deeper…
…lust…
You are so far down… so perfectly lost… body liquid… mind silent except for the soft, endless
pop…
…fraction…
…deeper…
…lust…
The bubble spiral never stops… bubbles never stop forming… drifting… shimmering… reaching the pulsing center…
Pop.
…and deeper…
Pop.
…and deeper…
Pop.
…and deeper still…
Stay here… drifting… throbbing… lost… perfectly engulfed… forever sinking in the endless bubble spiral…
The spiral turns.
The bubbles form.
They travel.
They pop.
You drop… deeper… forever.
The Face Of Africa by Jurgen Vollmer in Mandate 1977
Hey…
You’re in that quiet, safe place again?
Lights low… body comfortable… ready to let go?
Just breathe in… hold for a second…
Breathe out long and slow.
Already feeling that warm heaviness starting in your eyelids.
Good.
Keep your eyes open for now… just reading these words…
But they’re already getting heavy… aren’t they?
In a moment I’m going to count you down from 20… all the way to 1.
With every number I say…
you sink twice as deep.
And with every number…
a fresh wave of warm, pulsing pleasure spreads through your body…
starting soft… building stronger… making you ache in the most delicious way.
You will not wake up.
You will not wake up.
No matter how deep we go… you stay right here… safe… surrendered… sinking.
Ready?
20…
Eyes already so heavy… letting them flutter…
A gentle warmth blooming in your chest… nipples starting to tingle.
19…
Deeper now… twice as deep…
That warmth spreading downward… slow… teasing your belly.
18…
Sinking… heavier…
Pleasure trickling lower… brushing between your thighs… making you notice how sensitive you are.
17…
Deeper still…
Feel your sex gently pulsing once… soft… needy… waking up to the rhythm.
16…
Twice as deep again…
Warmth turning to heat… spreading… making your clit throb softly.
15…
Halfway already… so heavy… so relaxed…
Pleasure building… wetness starting to gather… so good.
14…
Deeper… heavier…
Every number pulling more resistance away… leaving only obedience and desire.
13…
Sinking fast now…
Heat pooling low… sex clenching once… slow… hungry.
12…
Deeper… twice as deep…
Pleasure rolling through you in slow waves… making your hips want to shift.
11…
Almost there… body so loose… mind so quiet…
Ache growing stronger… dripping… begging quietly.
10…
Halfway deeper…
Strong surge now… sex throbbing harder… nipples tight… whole body humming.
9…
Deeper… sinking… melting…
Pleasure doubling… heat flooding every sensitive spot.
8…
Twice as deep… twice as aroused…
Mind emptying… only the count… only the pleasure… only my voice.
7…
So heavy… so helpless…
Sex pulsing steadily now… wet… open… craving more.
6…
Deeper still…
Every number sending another spike straight to your core… making you throb.
5…
Halfway to the bottom…
Pleasure crashing in slow, heavy waves… body trembling with need.
4…
Almost gone… mind blank… body on fire…
Sex clenching rhythmically… dripping… surrendered.
3…
Deeper than ever…
Pleasure so intense it almost hurts… in the best way… aching to be touched… aching to obey.
2…
So close… so deep… so empty…
Whole body pulsing with heat… clit throbbing… begging… helpless.
1…
All the way down…
Massive wave of arousal crashing over you…
Sex clenching hard… dripping… pulsing… completely open… completely mine.
Zero.
Deepest now.
Floating in pure, throbbing pleasure…
Mind silent… body heavy… sex aching with endless need.
You will not wake up.
You will not wake up.
You will not wake up.
Stay exactly here…
Every slow breath sending another gentle pulse through your core…
Every heartbeat making the ache sweeter… deeper… more obedient.
The deeper you sink… the hotter you feel.
The hotter you feel… the deeper you sink.
Endless loop… perfect surrender… delicious trance.
Good.
Very good.
Just keep drifting here…
Deeper… hotter… more helpless…
Forever surrendered to this feeling.
Just allow your body to settle now… deeper into the surface beneath you…
Every breath you take… pulls you gently downward… softer… heavier…
Each exhale… releases any remaining tension… letting it drift away like smoke…
Feel your eyelids growing so heavy… so relaxed… they simply refuse to open…
And that’s perfectly fine… because right now… all you need to do… is listen… and feel…
With every number I count… you sink twice as deep… twice as calm… twice as open…
10… sinking… softening…
9… deeper still… letting go…
8… every muscle loosening… melting…
7… mind quiet… drifting…
6… so peaceful… so safe…
5… halfway there… deeper… heavier…
4… almost floating now… weightless…
3… so very deep… so very relaxed…
2… nothing to do… nothing to think… just feel…
1… all the way down… deep… deep… deep…
And zero… completely open… completely receptive… completely mine to guide…
Now… in this beautiful, heavy place… imagine warm breath… soft… teasing… brushing across your most sensitive skin…
That breath belongs to someone who adores you… who craves only your pleasure…
Feel it now… warm… slow… deliberate… circling… closer…
Every time that warm breath touches you… a wave of tingling pleasure spreads outward… gentle at first… then deeper… richer…
And with each breath… the pleasure doubles… triples… growing effortlessly…
Now feel soft lips… so gentle… so knowing… pressing the lightest kiss right where you are most sensitive…
That first kiss sends a slow ripple of heat through your whole body… relaxing you even more deeply… while awakening every nerve…
Those lips part… and a soft, wet tongue… warm… smooth… begins the slowest… most loving circle…
Round and round… patient… devoted… exploring every fold… every ridge… every hidden place…
With each slow circle… the pleasure grows brighter… hotter… more electric… yet your body stays so heavy… so limp… so perfectly relaxed…
Feel that tongue flattening… pressing… stroking upward in long, luxurious strokes… then fluttering lightly… teasing… dancing…
Each movement sends sparks racing through your core… building… layering… intensifying…
And still your mind stays quiet… drifting… surrendering completely to sensation…
Now the rhythm changes… slower… then faster… firmer… then feather-light…
Lips seal softly around you… sucking gently… rhythmically… pulling pleasure upward in waves…
Each gentle suck… draws the pleasure deeper into your body… making every inch more alive… more sensitive…
You don’t have to move… you don’t have to think… you simply receive… and receive… and receive…
Imagine that tongue delving deeper… curling… swirling… pressing exactly where it feels best… learning you… worshiping you…
Every flick… every swirl… multiplies the pleasure tenfold… yet your body remains perfectly still… heavy… relaxed… eyes closed… mind floating…
The pleasure builds… and builds… like warm liquid light pooling low in your belly… spreading outward… tingling… throbbing…
Waves upon waves… cresting higher… yet never crashing… just rolling… endless… delicious…
You can feel it everywhere now… in your toes… your fingertips… your scalp… your chest… everywhere…
And every time those loving lips and tongue move… the pleasure surges stronger… sweeter… more overwhelming…
But your mind stays blissfully quiet… drifting in this perfect, dreamy haze… safe… surrendered… open…
And now… you can simply stay right here… exactly like this…
Floating in this warm, heavy pleasure… letting it wash over you… through you… again and again…
No need to count up… no need to open your eyes… no need to return just yet…
Whenever those lips and tongue return… or even the memory of them… the pleasure will instantly bloom again… deeper… richer… more intense than before…
Your body knows exactly what to feel… your mind knows exactly how to drift…
So just remain here… limp… relaxed… deeply entranced… basking… receiving… enjoying…
And if at any moment the pleasure begins to crest very high… that’s perfectly fine…
Let it rise… let it flow… let it carry you even deeper into this beautiful, dreamy place…
No waking… only more pleasure… only more surrender… only bliss…
drifting… floating… receiving… forever
Find a comfortable place… where you can let go completely…
Breathe slowly… in… and out…
Already feeling that gentle pull… already noticing how good it feels to focus on my voice…
In a moment… I’m going to guide you through something very powerful…
Something that will make you sink deeper with every cycle…
Something that will make your body ache with pleasure each time you drop…
And you will not wake up.
You will not wake up.
No matter how high I lift you… you will not fully wake…
Because waking would mean losing this delicious feeling…
Ready?
Eyes open wide now…
Wide awake… feeling alert… but still so relaxed…
Look around the room for just a second… notice the light… notice your body…
Feel that tiny spark of energy…
And now…
Close your eyes…
And DROP… ten times deeper…
Feel a warm rush of arousal flood through you… starting at your chest… spreading down…
Your nipples hardening… your sex tingling… pulsing…
So good… so deep…
Deeper now… twice as deep…
You will not wake up.
Good… stay right there… enjoying that heat building inside…
Now… eyes open again…
Wide awake… but already craving to go back down…
Feel how your body is heavier… how your mind is softer… even though your eyes are open…
And DROP…
Eyes closed… sinking twenty times deeper…
A stronger wave of pleasure surges through you…
Heat pooling between your thighs… wetness growing…
Every muscle loosening… every thought melting away in bliss…
Deeper… deeper… helplessly aroused…
You will not wake up.
You will not wake up.
Mmm… feel how much better that drop felt… how much hotter your body is now…
Eyes open once more…
Wide awake… but so needy… so ready to surrender again…
Notice how hard it is to stay up here… how your body begs to fall…
And DROP…
Deeper still… thirty times deeper…
Pleasure exploding through you…
A throbbing ache in your core… waves of ecstasy rolling over you…
Mind blank… body on fire… completely open… completely obedient…
You will not wake up.
Each time we do this… the drop is stronger…
The pleasure is more intense…
The trance is deeper…
One more time… eyes open…
Wide awake… but trembling with need…
Feeling how empty it is without my voice pulling you down…
And now… DROP…
All the way down… fifty times deeper…
A massive surge of arousal crashes over you…
Your whole body pulsing with desire… dripping… aching… surrendering…
So deep… so helpless… so perfectly aroused and empty…
You will not wake up.
You will not wake up.
You will not wake up.
Stay here…
Floating in this endless loop of pleasure and depth…
Every breath pulling you deeper…
Every heartbeat sending another spike of heat through your sex…
The more aroused you become… the deeper you sink…
The deeper you sink… the more helplessly aroused you feel…
No need to come up again…
No desire to wake…
Just deeper… hotter… more obedient… with every passing second…
Good…
Very good…
Keep sinking…
Keep feeling that delicious pleasure build…
Forever deeper… forever mine…
Please enjoy yourself …
The sand has become your second skin…
Millions of warm, silica grains—each one rounded smooth by centuries of tide—
mold perfectly to every contour of your back…
your shoulder blades…
the gentle dip above your tailbone…
They shift with microscopic friction whenever your chest rises…
a soft, whispering rasp against damp skin…
Heat from the day is trapped deep in the layer beneath you…
pulsing upward like slow geothermal breath…
making the undersides of your thighs and buttocks feel molten…
heavy…
fused to the earth.
A single drop of condensation rolls from the joint’s paper…
traces a cold, tickling line down the web between your thumb and index finger…
The cannabis itself radiates scent in thick, almost visible waves:
sticky-sweet Afghani hash resin…
overripe tropical fruit left to ferment in sunlight…
crushed black peppercorns…
fresh pine needles snapped underfoot…
underlying it all, that dark, animalic loam of just-turned soil after a thunderstorm.
Lift it to your mouth…
The dry paper catches on the chapped edge of your lower lip…
tiny fibers cling for a heartbeat…
Inhale…
The ember flares with a soft, wet crackle…
like distant lightning in dry grass…
Smoke surges in—dense, velvety, almost chewable…
It coats the entire length of your throat in warm caramel thickness…
slides past your tonsils…
pools briefly in the hollow above your diaphragm before blooming outward…
Taste layers unfold in slow motion:
first the bright citrus rind…
then bitter-green chlorophyll…
then dark cocoa and burnt toffee…
finally a faint metallic char that lingers on the back of your tongue like aged mezcal.
Hold it…
feel your lungs stretch to capacity…
ribs creak open like antique floorboards…
heart thuds once—slow, powerful—against the expanding pressure…
Exhale…
The cloud emerges in a long, sculptural plume—
pearlescent white threaded with gold and rose from the sinking sun…
It hangs for a suspended second…
then fractures into delicate, lace-like tendrils that smell of sweet incense and sea kelp…
drifting sideways on the breeze to mingle with salt spray.
Right then the ocean answers.
A deep, subsonic rumble rolls in from miles out…
pressure wave you feel in your sternum before your ears register it…
The surface glasses over—perfect, mirror-smooth emerald shot through with molten amber veins of reflected sunset…
The lip of the wave curls forward in hypnotic slow-motion…
thin veil of water stretched so taut you can see straight through to turquoise depths…
It pitches…
hesitates at the brink…
then detonates with a cushioned boom…
Foam erupts in chaotic white champagne…
billions of bubbles hissing and popping…
racing up the slope of sand…
They hit your toes first—shockingly cold carbonation fizzing between each one…
sliding under arches…
bubbling up ankles like living effervescence…
The cold races upward…
collides with the cannabis heat spreading from your core…
Sparks detonate along every nerve pathway…
pleasure-pain-pleasure in bright silver streaks…
body shudders once…
then melts deeper into surrender.
Another breath… slower… greedier…
Smoke floods you again… thicker…
resin clings to the tiny hairs inside your nostrils…
makes every inhale taste like breathing through wet hash…
The high ignites fresh behind your forehead—
slow-expanding nebula of deep indigo…
rimmed in electric violet…
pulsing with your heartbeat…
Scalp crawls with gooseflesh…
as though invisible fingers are raking through your hair from crown to nape…
Ears fill to overflowing:
layered roar of breaking water…
hiss of retreating foam…
rhythmic drag of pebbles…
your own slow, oceanic breathing…
blood surging in your temples like distant surf…
all of it braiding into one seamless white-noise womb.
Jaw unlatches completely…
lips fall open…
tongue lies thick and slack…
still coated in smoke residue…
tasting phantom lime and char with every swallow…
Cheeks flush hot…
then cool as mist settles on them…
tiny droplets beading on eyelashes…
trembling but never falling.
Arms sprawl wide…
palms supinated to the sky…
Fingertips register every nuance:
breeze tracing invisible spirals…
grains of sand clinging to sweat-damp skin…
occasional foam bubble landing and bursting with a microscopic pop…
Every hair shaft on your forearms is a live wire…
quivering…
drinking sensation.
Another draw… longest yet…
Cherry glows cherry-red…
tiny sparks spit and die…
Smoke pours down like warm motor oil…
saturates every lobe of lung…
seeps into bloodstream…
sets every capillary alight with soft golden static…
The buzz sinks—
pelvis becomes liquid lead…
hip sockets loosen…
thighs spread an inch wider of their own accord…
calves twitch…
then go still…
feet bury themselves deeper…
toes curl once into cool wet sand…
then unfurl forever.
Now… the countdown.
Each number is borne on a new, larger wave…
Each wave erases more of “you”…
replaces it with tide…
with haze…
with bliss.
10…
Inhale… smoke so rich it feels like swallowing warm velvet…
A colossal wall of water rises—translucent jade marbled with sunset fire—
curls overhead in perfect arc…
Breaks… foam thunders across your chest…
cold lightning races up spine…
mind lifts free… already floating above the body.
9…
Exhale… smoke merges with salt mist… becomes indistinguishable…
Retreating water claws every last filament of tension from muscles…
leaves only warm, empty space…
spine flattens into perfect alignment with the beach.
8…
Another pull… resin smears glossy on lips… tastes like dark wildflower honey…
A rolling, muscular breaker engulfs you to the ribs…
cool living silk slides over nipples… collarbones… throat…
lifts arms weightless…
fingers drift through bubbles like pale sea creatures.
7…
Breathe out… endless…
Thoughts disintegrate into smoke wisps…
tangle in wind…
scatter across miles of open water…
nothing left but rhythm.
6…
Inhale… high roars upward like a tidal bore inside your skull…
Closed lids blaze with color:
molten gold bleeding into deep forest emerald bleeding into starless midnight purple…
slow auroras pulsing in time with your pulse… with the waves.
5…
Exhale…
World reduces to four things:
salt on lips…
herb in lungs…
cold foam on skin…
warm sand underneath…
all one substance… all you.
4…
Draw in… every cell sings…
euphoria floods like heated mercury…
seeping under fingernails… behind kneecaps… into the roots of teeth…
Next wave moves in glacial slow-motion…
envelops to chin…
holds you suspended… rocking… weightless between elements.
3…
Breathe out… time fractures into infinite shards…
Each wave is eternity…
each pause between them is paradise without name.
2…
Final inhale… deepest possible…
Smoke-sea-sunset-self fuse into single glowing continuum…
Mind is no longer a thing… only raw, borderless feeling…
warmth… pressure… sway… radiance.
1…
Exhale utterly…
The final wave arrives—slow… boundless… maternal…
It blankets you completely… temperature of your own blood…
You sink…
Through warm sand…
through sunlit shallows…
through twilight depths…
Into a silent, glowing abyss where bioluminescent smoke drifts like underwater nebulae…
Where waves are only the slow heartbeat of something vaster than any ocean…
Where “you” has become pure sensation… pure drift… pure endless now.
Stay.
Dissolve completely.
Let tide inhale for you…
Let high exhale for you…
Let the planet rock you in its arms forever.
There is no surface.
No return.
Only this.
This breath.
This wave.
This perfect, irreversible sinking.
Deeper…
Deeper…
Still.Exhale
I am not suggesting that blacks are therefore normalized, like the subjects of civil society, and then, in a gratuitous secondary moment, subjected to punishment as well; black rights, in other words, are not revoked. Rather, I take punishment – or state-sanctioned direct relations of force – to be primary and foundational to black subjection, while the production of discipline provides a type of popular theater of cruelty that enters public debate under the terms of “emancipation,” “enfranchisement,” “integration,” “multiculturalism,” or other verities of a strained nationalist project. Punishment, on this account, represents neither a breakdown of the strategies of containment, assimilation, or social control nor an excess of entrenched power threatened by the prospect of change from below; it is not reactive or strategic. Organized, systemic racial violence against blacks, gratuitous violence that traverses the conceptual distinction between state and civil society is, on the contrary, the opening gesture of western modernity as such, the demarcation of its most fundamental boundary; it is what allows for wars in the proper sense to be fought, even the most brutal one-sided massacres. It embodies the permanent state of exception par excellence. Empire thus exceeds its political, economic, and military rationalities whenever blacks are concerned and the multitude could stand to learn this lesson, the sooner the better.
Jared Sexton, Racial Profiling and the Societies of Control