Life on Earth in 2012 suffers from countless apocalyptic crises, one being that of the extinction of natural human beauty. If true beauty disappears from the gene pool, it will catastrophically affect the delicate macrocosmic tapestry of Creation. One female is chosen to house the blueprint of true beauty in her body.
I never know until I look behind the curtain. I see deep inside, right through me, to my roots. Grounding upward to expose only me. I face myself but I get stuck between the lines. I feel the weight of gravity push me down. Deeper into me I go.
When I open my eyes, I am immersed in nothing but myself and I begin to remember who I am, surrounded by everything that ever was and ever will be. Flowing through space and time. Drenched in divine treasures beyond measure.
With the gentlest touch, I can make the world turn.
The choice was mine to make. I snuck inside a tunnel from before and carved a shape out for myself. Shrouded in sweat and skin, time let me in. A secret I remain. My beauty is not in vain.
Never is there an end. So, in the beginning, to Earth I descend.
My cradle rocked as I wept in a midnight cave, shoved between heaven's gates.
Covered in the heavy silk of silence, my face cannot hide my soul, as much as I want it to, I will always be a bleached tiger with pollinated ebony lips and dead white hot enamel eyes. In the shadows of my plastered, alabaster pallor of sulphur on celluloid, intrepid is the lush dark velvet of the lunar night.
I am a porcelain pierrot, the doyenne of the harlequins, the jester of jest. It's the song of the jongleur I sing, for I am the master of ceremonies.
The sting of your kirlian kiss makes me glow from within. With the grandeur of allegory, chiaroscuro is all I'm left with.
So I looked behind the curtain and I saw the future. My roots shoot through every universe. Through my crystal ball I see hieroglyphs flow through my body. Dizzied with my myth of truth, the Light of Knowing speaks to me. I am a programmed totem. I dance the dance of density with metallic curtained memories. Won't you come and dance with me?
I almost lose my grip. Lost in a lonesome land. One level below Zero.
Sometimes, I just feel screwed.
Stuck in caverns of fake desire, I get scorched by the torches of electric fire.
Through me the Blue Light shines. Seismic blueprints shrink to match the thermophile.
Now I know my feelings are superimposed. Let me not forget it was me whom they chose. Some may mistake me for an impassive beauty. But what they see pales in comparison to what I know to be me.
Again I begin picking up the shards of my shattered self. Sparks of light ignite my life.
They beam through me only for a moment. Then they're gone.
Applause. Aplomb. I fall through the cracks. Contortion. Refraction.
Dripping with hope diamonds of infinite facets.
Eons of time pass in a blink. Cycles of life start and end faster than we think.
Alas, I touch the iron curtain and it melts in my hands.
What an illusion to think it could forever separate alien lands.
I see right through it all. I see down to the bones.
Did you ever notice that time seems to loop and overlap? Time can be cut with a knife, or else you'll lose your way and fall back into its trap.
Written, directed, produced, choreographed, performed, narrated, edited, composed score, composed vocals and sung by Jennifer Klandt.
Director of Photography and Lighting, directed, produced, filmed, composed and engineered score and edited by Benno Klandt.