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\ mou, lips! \ snapshots \ octio - text by Ant Weiss (forma)


The shining newly-made key effortlessly slipped into the lock. Turned twice.
Something inside of the door pleasantly cracked, releasing. They entered the room.
Small windows under the ceiling. Enough light to see the two mannequins in the far corner. White plastic eyes meaninglessly staring through the eyeholes of two similar leather helmets. Max looked at Alex, both slightly smiled. Alex went to get the helmets. The sound of an opening zipper cut through the dusty, sunny space.
Then another one. Max turned on the small psychosonar, hanging on the wall near the door. Took the helmet from Alex's right hand. Their movements became slower, fitting the tender sonic pulses. In silent excitement they helped each other to put on the helmets.
Max: "All of a sudden it's so pure... My face feels like it's melting.
My body is floating… Only eyes. Only eyes. Alex, alex, alex, you're incredible. This is so easy. Just to look into your eyes forever."
Alex: "Mmm… I'm flying… These hot waves, they rise within me, they spill over and now we are wirrlin-currlin-purrlin-prrsshh-rrrshhh A_A_A ppperrrfect connection!…"
maxalex: hhhhhhhhhiii i i i i i i i i i i i i i I I I s-s-s-s-s-s-s- S S S S S S :xelaxam !!!EYES !!!

text: Ant Weiss (forma) from Israel

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