Marilyn laughs at you. Her laughter is pointed and direct, frantic and hysteric. She's a gem to behold. Her jilted laughter turns you on. It turns you on when she laughs and points at you. Maybe it turns you on to think that your very existence is the butt of her jokes, the reason why she laughs. Her laugh turns into a cackle. It's as if she can't stop. Laughter can be wildly erotic and sensual. It can also turn you on when you are being laughed at. To show her yourself and know she's laughing at you. To know that you are the joke. This is an exploration of a psychophysical action. Let it flow...

Marilyn laughs at you. Her laughter is pointed and direct, frantic and hysteric. She's a gem to behold. Her jilted laughter turns you on. It turns you on when she laughs and points at you. Maybe it turns you on to think that your very existence is the butt of her jokes, the reason why she laughs. Her laugh turns into a cackle. It's as if she can't stop. Laughter can be wildly erotic and sensual. It can also turn you on when you are being laughed at. To show her yourself and know she's laughing at you. To know that you are the joke. This is an exploration of a psychophysical action. Let it flow and ride. Let it play out and accelerate. You have entered the slit ritual.