WATCH GALACTIVATE 1 INNOCENCE
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ERIEL INDIGO /// GALACTIVATE /// E1.5
WRITTEN BY ERIEL INDIGO
DIRECTED BY RYAN GREGORY PHILLIPS & ERIEL INDIGO
MUSIC PRODUCED BY JOHNNY WHAT 

PRODUCED BY RYAN GREGORY PHILLIPS & ERIEL INDIGO
ILL ART MANIFEST &
THE PARADISE COLLECTIVE
EDITED BY RYAN GREGORY PHILLIPS

CAST
ERIEL INDIGO…. HERSELF
GODDESS......JORDYN NICOLE ROSE
GOD.....REGINALD ROACH
CUPID……. LEO J. CORTEZ
DON JUAN......JOHNNY MCLANE

Waves of peace like pink streamered handlebars, your eyes break me wide open; that voice makes me wet like the the atmosphere, pant like a labrador, sweat like the sea. Forget this takin’ it slow story, I wanna be fast as a matador with you. I wanna make you love me hard as a massacre. You’ve been circlin' my stratosphere for too damn long now, B.

You make my kitty cry like summer showers, warm & sopping & wanting more. The freeze has gone now with the great gray beast of winter’s scorn & I welcome you, daddy.
Ha!
Daddy...
I like to call you names of things I used to wish I had. Like him... Like the fall of fame & the bliss of ignorant men, but so many boys ain't barely grown in this wild age of the imbalance of masculine & femme; the ever constant teetering between dark & light.

Old money rich boys, wealthy with paper & metal & powder but poor in spirit, gasping & grasping for clues of survival in the wake of the sins of their fathers; so many still programmed to feel nothing & want everything, to see no one.
Not even themselves.

...& then tell them little girls to go be dirty, & by that they mean sexy. & make no mistake, words are put in place to propagate shame & separation, make 'em all barbie up & then call em a whore when they play it just right like they taught 'em to.
Where's the innocence & light gone from makin’ with the love in the media these days, huh?

Tell 'em to be pretty, but no too damn pretty. Just enough for you.
Tell 'em be tight, taught, curt but not too coy. Nah, silly little boys, Man up! Be soft & open & hopin' for sexual revolution like the other girl on prom night.

& man, please don’t gimme that ‘How you make ya money, what’s ya sign, where ya live?’ small talk bullshit.
I want your big, Hard words, your strong, broad temper. I’m artist, God bless it! I wasn’t born in a boardroom.

& if I want you, I’ll take you as real as you can muster. I’m an outlaw & I'll huff kittens off’a rosaries all the the live long day if I so good God damn please just to seize a little piece of God, or rather remind my thick as fuck ego of the knowing that I am one with it & all.

& if you're uh lookin’ for the girl next door then you had best just go on & go next door, 'cuz I wanna talk the real talk... Like about back when the stars were brighter & the moon was bigger & the air was easier to breathe. The Universe was younger then & time moved in different ways.
Tell me your stories. About dirt roads & dandelions. Auburn leaves & the smell of sage. Picking indian paintbrushes to draw in the sky. Ginger beer cooling in the creek. Trail rides & dinner bells. Tell me about your other worlds. Other homes. Your other lives. Your moms. Your daddies. Sissies & brothers. Galaxies away. Rifts in time & space. Cosmic cousins.

Because I remember you... & even if you don’t remember me. I know you.
& we are.

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