Directions: As a group, choose a building which you are unable to enter or see into, but which feels somehow special to you. Describe what you think is inside it, then fold the paper, hiding your response, and pass along to the next person for them to describe.
Players: Jason Abdelhadi, Steven Cline, Casi Cline
Inside Pleasers there is a dripping stalactite, soft and glistening with honey and insects. However, the vultures are sated with redolent dreamtime and they rinse their eyes with vinegar and dust their leaves with cemetery seeds. But they aren’t the only ones bricked into Pleasers by the tongue. No, there are many squirming flatworms and humanoid fishes with clinging torments to drink. And drink they do and deeply from the stalactite teets of Pleasure embodied by weeds and edible creepers that sting.
Inside Pleasers the wall is licking the front paws of a grey beast. It is a washing machine filled with amniotic fluid, a fishbowl of inarticulate masturbation that flickers on and off. In the corner, a silhouette of a broken statue makes a lewd gesture at a nearby graveyard. A person made of kudzu is making out with a transparent larva and the music is weirdly harmonic. There is a fountain of red in Pleasers and if you drink from it your skin becomes a dialectical punch line of itself, a feeling in a bathtub before you drop the toaster in, a candle of orgasm in Antarctica.
