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Process Archive

A Collection of personal, intimate journal entries and poetry-



 

I draw forth 

The light of optimism to swarm my skull

That the light will shine so brightly 

With intention 

That the heat swells in my ears 

Maybe even so

I’ll shoot fire from my mouth 

The love that conjoins with the sweat 

Running down my spine 

Could shower the Earth in it’s splendor 

To me, love and kindness are key 

To unlocking all things 

All doors 

All hearts and minds and spirits 

I pray

I eject hope into the world so forcefully 

That when it’s journey around the sun is complete 

One of these blessed days 

That hope may return to my being 

I can make myself full again 

Allowing the generous cycle to continue on

Without cease




I’ve always loved night time 

Everything between the hours of 22 and 06 always seemed so sacred to me

When life is still 

Except the life that is meant to live in the dark 

Light pollutes the air 

And makes the sky look blue 

Maybe it always has been 

What does a completely black sky look like anyway 

The branches of tree looks like limbs of a living thing 

Every living thing looks like something else 

When the sun sets low 

Cats, deer, and even raccoon 

That scavenge throughout the night 

In search of food look more like familiars than vermin 

Familiar spirits in search of something 

We’re all always in search of something 

More life worth living 

More love worth giving 

The strength 

To find the use in forgiving 

I’m most in my thoughts during the lateness

I love the darkness 

And the nightness so much 

Because the truest forms of people become bare naked

Stripping away the layers of the day

The thick slabs of sweat and cloth 

It feels like peeling off a daytime skin 

Shedding a routine skin 

And letting the soft underbelly of ones self

Be the true form encompassing every inch of flesh 

And we let ourselves live in this flesh 

As our outer shell scabs over while we sleep 

I hope one day 

We can all learn to live in our nighttime skin 

In the sunlight 

When it does comes




 

My heart feels like a sinking ship

Men and women

Reaching for life rafts

Clinging to ventricles 

My blood cells 

Are even drowning 

When thoughts of you tread 

My eyelids gain a pound 

My mouth pouts 

And remnants of your arms wrapped around me

Pulsate 

Like the air

The gravity of your body never left me here

Your hands still feel weighted on my face 

The pressure of you wooly head still graces my chest

Every once in a while 

If I let my imagination wonder far enough 

Mirages can appear 

An instant replay of our moments together 

Dances all over my bed

And the tub

The wall

The rooftop overlooking the sea of city before us

This shits corny

But I’d rather die a buttery death than leave this inscribed in my skull

Never to be written

Never to be heard or read





 

I wish my skin was made of cellophane

My bones made of glass

So that I 

And you

And all people 

Could see

With naked eyes 

And bear witness 

To the blood pumping throughout 

My wonderland of body

My viens flooded with flecks of gold 

And the heart that fuels it all

Drives every part to movement 

It’s all set in motion

When you tread my mind

Like a well oiled machine


 

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* makes me quiver. 

 

Like a rose, you’re unfolding... I can’t wait to lick every petal when you’re in full bloom.




 

Desire

The wanting and longing 

Can’t shake these forces

That are stalling 

With every breath

Her air thickens

Smoggy, steamed

Windows and mirrors 

Her body is veiled 

Life lived behind smoke screens

For corners of Earth unseen

The quaking of crusted plates 

Between physical and spiritual 

Which world

Where does she exist

Spent her whole life

Searching for easy exists

Tearing these walls down

Bit by filthy bit

Here lies her temple 

Not laid in mortar and brick

But flesh and blood

Muscle to bone 

Flesh to muscle 

Flesh to flesh 

Encapsuled and waiting 

She’s hallowed from the aching

She’s preparing for the rebirth

Get ready for the undertaking

STORY BOARD: FIRST DRAFT

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Section 1- 

The beginning of the first scene(section one) begins in eerie silence and then the camera pans up a set of stairs and focuses down a dark hallway. A spoken word piece is recited as the camera heads down the hallway slowly and approaches the door that reads “Beware” (As the camera is panning down the hallway, there are flashes of an image of a woman walking naked while dripping water and fake blood, dripping from and trailing behind her.)

 

The door opens and reveals a dark, dimly lit room, lit with colorful fading lights, the large fixtures of furniture are covered in black drapery. The overall feel of the environment is meant to provoke fear and curiosity. The camera enters and examines the room as the spoken word carries on. 

 

Pan to the bathroom door, dim orange light leaking in the crack between the door and the floor



 

The door opens and reveals a set up for a spiritual bath, see this as a spiritual rebirth or a ceremony for one. The bath is covered with candles, crystals, a bowl of water, mortar and pestle , and the water in the tub is black and completely filled with rose petals and orange peels. 

 

The camera zooms into the tub, flashes of the image of the same woman appearing in the tub, but her head is submerged. 

The speaker then ends the poem with “Get ready for the undertaking.” 

 

A dramatic beat drops (song is soon to be decided) and the woman breaks the water tension, coming to the surface, her entire head is draped in a sparkly black mesh fabric, the light from the candles reflecting off of the glimmer. 

The section continues on with improv material both in the tub and in the bedroom, but in the bedroom, the woman is in a long black, spaghetti strapped dress, also soaking wet from the bath, the fabric is clinging to her, still wearing the mesh covering

 

The section ends with the woman leaving the bedroom and disappearing into the dark hallway (into the night)





 

The section begins with the camera panning down a dark alley, Elsa is down the alley wearing stripper heels, a full leather(or latex or lace or just colorfly whimsical and dark, but sexy outfit in general, wig preferred) with a man on a collar and leash with a flog. The song “Do a Bitch” by Kali starts. Elsa performs a pussystunt down the alleyway with the man on the leash trailing behind. Very dramatic, very powerful and a play on dynamics, gender roles, and play in fetishism 

 

Elsa arrives at the front door and Micah, dressed in business attire with lingerie underneath his blazer. They greet each other, very smiley and happy to see each other, kiss on both cheeks as the french do, Micah acknowledges the man on the leash by patting him on the head and scratching his chin. Micah escorts them both upstairs. Elsa and Micah enter the house and it reveals a collection of clothes laid out on the couch (accessories, dresses, lingerie, shoes, boots, make up) 

They happily throw around the clothes like teenage girls and then a dressup montage begins with the start of “If I was your girlfriend” By Prince

 

They then begin to dress up, switch clothes, switching gender roles, one person will be more masculine than femine and vice versa. There will then come a scene of them playing the parents and the man on the leash, the loyal dog, thinking of three kinky people playing house. 

 

 



 

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The film ends with a finale of nude color schemes, wide landscape, and more whimsical and ethereal themes, making the final transition from darkness to light. The scene will be the woman from section performing a section of choreography with elements of improvisation and gestures. She’ll be wearing a nude mesh leotard and nude chiffon skirt, this should flow in the wind. Arm and legs covered in glitter. “Rolling Hills” by Jill Scott will play in the background. Bits from every scene flashes during this scene, almost 

like memories flashing in your mind before death. The film will then end with the woman walking off into the scenery (or actual sunset depending on the location) just as she did when walking into the dark hallway in the beginning. Camera pans off into the sky. End  of film. 

Glossary of Terms

 

Eroticism(noun)- a concept of confidence that can’t be possessed, but can be embodied. The strength to be free of fear, the absence of inhibition

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Light(noun)-the power to touch all of the Earth, an inescapable phenom 

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Open(adj;state of being)- to be agape, to be liberated, being willing to share and give 

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Passion(noun)- a love, an undeniable force to do or be, an overwhelming storm of feeling, a high you can’t come down from; an emotion that makes us human

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Pleasure(noun)- whatever makes you feel good, something you should allow yourself to have and give to others

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Release(verb)- the act of unshackling, leave fear at the cliff and falling  

Vibration(noun)- an omittance, an outputting of energy, an extension of aura and presence  

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Vulnerability(noun)-the ability to let go of pride to make way for healing, the ability to give into the parts of yourself lack attention

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Yearn(verb)- to want, to crave, to ache,to burn, to imagine so vividly that it almost feels real

 

Shit(noun)- dread. The feeling of the point of no return, the final stretch, the height the plot

Trina Edwards 

List of artists and influences:

 

Film-

“Pina Bausch Le Sacre Du Printemps/The Rite of Spring /Tavaszi Áldozat 1978.” 

, YouTube, 22 Mar. 2020, www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1hFwsXaTVY. 

“Prince: Sign 'o' the Times.” 

, YouTube, 18 Dec. 2017, www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACf9uCXgeus. 

“Nymphomaniac: Vol. I.” 

, IMDb.com, 25 Dec. 2013, www.imdb.com/title/tt1937390/. 

Lee, Spike, director. 

, 1 Sept. 2017, www.netflix.com/title/60034929. 

Tarantino, Quentin, director. 

, www.hulu.com/movie/kill-bill-volume-1-91101089-b0d6-430e-b967-b18e81b416c0?entity_id=91101089-b0d6-430e-b967-b18e81b416c0. 

 

Bondage- Netflix

Bridgerton- Netflix

Kill La Kill- Netlfix

Kake Gurui- Netflix

Insecure- HBO MAX

She’s Gotta Have It- Spike Lee; Netflix

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Text-

 

“Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power by Audre Lorde.” 

, Goodreads, 1 Jan. 2000, www.goodreads.com/book/show/50683.Uses_of_the_Erotic. 

 

Music-

Strange Fruit- Billie Holiday

Sign’O The Times album- Prince 

Let’s Go Crazy- Prince 

Do a Bitch- Kali

Speechless- Beyonce 

Rolling Hills- Jill Scott

Crown Royal- Jill Scott

I Put a Spell on You- Nina Simone 

Nile- Beyonce and Kendrick Lamar

Controversy album- Prince

Freak Nasty- Megan Thee Stallion

Experiment on Me- Halsey

I’m So Sick- Flyleaf

The Healer- Erykah Badu

The Night Me and Your Mama Met- Childish Gambino

I Want You- Marvin Gaye

Darling Nikki- Prince 

Brown- Kyle Dion

Living Dead Girls- Rob Zombie

Anything To Say You’re Mine- Etta James

What a Difference a Day Makes- Dinah Washington

Soft- Motionless in White

Hotel California- Eagles

I Get Out- Lauryn Hill

Scar- 070 Shake and Jessie Reyez

Gatekeeper- Jessie Reyez

   Womanifesto- Jill Scott

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Artists/Influencers/Characters-

 

Morticia Adams- Adams Family

Lady Death- Chaos Comics

Rihanna

Traci Ellis Ross

Missy Elliot

Diana Ross

The Countess- American Horror Story

Prince 

Billie Holiday

Eartha Kitt

Grace Jones

Rico Nasty

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