casual sex is it irrational i think it s time to find out why and soon i fall asleep it s nighttime in a dream there s a dolphin and a soldier they re walking through the sand and toward a morgue in an office there s a hostess who has carried our friend and wheeled him into a drawer she pulls his file the air is cold down the aisle we follow her i m thinking casual sex the feeling casual sex the soldier s life s the same as mine and he s attracted to a nun but the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet a new wave soldier s standing next to a young nun the nun just has to pace her gothic skirt over her legs they re getting warmer toward the insides and their tops the inexistence of time is not a painting it s life they re into robes and gloves goblet glass and crosses the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet a new wave soldier is standing next to a young nun the sound of her voice and the handle of the robe are getting thinner as the whip begins to speak the nun just strikes a pose the soldier s helmet hits the floor he s walking backward until he s pinned against stained glass