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Performances by Mistress Iris and myself.

You enter the room through a small entrance. The atmosphere is starkly different, as if to suggest entering into a different world.
Your attention is directed forward to the powerful woman on the throne staring you down.
There’s an emasculated man in a robe staring up at the woman with dirty feet and vaseline smeared over his face.
What is the relationship of love and power between the man and woman?
Perhaps your vision distorts because everything is so foreign you don’t know how to center yourself.
Is this a hallucination? No it’s not.
Maybe you look at the ceiling, maybe you talk out loud and take pictures as a means of keeping yourself grounded.
The room is filled with odd objects covered in mycelial growth.
A gnarly rope walls you off from entering the scene. It is not for you to be a part of.