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Air. Color. Tint. Lighting.
A feeling of a future past.
Its the place you think of and you never want to go to and you feel as if it is from a past life and something terrible happened after the one scene in your mind that reels over and over and you secretly want to go there even though the next slide is blurry and you aren't sure and the next slide is something violent or sexual or both; you could suddenly scan the place and the next scene is you making love to a stranger or a young drugged up couple, naked, dead on the floor; so you only remember the scene that is clear and try not to think of what is about to happen next if you get past that even though you want to know what happens the first option being the best, but, you stop, and realize this is a past experience, a feeling of a future past.
Air. Beat. Bump. Time.
A feeling of a future past.
In this place you are covered by the inner beats of the soft, smooth, jazz infiltrating the air and wrapping you so you will stay and you know you can't stay because your safe scene is almost over and the filth is about to show its self and you want it so bad but you know if you listen harder to the bumps of the pictures hitting against the wall you will be stuck in a place that you want so badly so you leave and the place vanishing but quickly comes back because you want it so bad, but, you stop, and realize this is a past experience, a feeling of a future past.
Air. Scent. Temperature.
A feeling of a future past.
Just when you believe you are free this place comes back at you and throws the warm smell that you can't decipher but you know its so alluring so you smell it anyway as it flies up your lungs like speeding darts so you will stay and find out what is next in the scene that is so enticing with its deep aroma that makes you feel wrong to be there but in a wrong like its actually okay to be there but you really shouldn't; and last time you were at this place you wanted so badly to see what was next but you give it up anyway with its orange amber scent that matches the sound and air of the place, but, you stop, and realize this is a past experience, a feeling of a future past.
I love that place.
A feeling of a future past.
Its the place you think of and you never want to go to and you feel as if it is from a past life and something terrible happened after the one scene in your mind that reels over and over and you secretly want to go there even though the next slide is blurry and you aren't sure and the next slide is something violent or sexual or both; you could suddenly scan the place and the next scene is you making love to a stranger or a young drugged up couple, naked, dead on the floor; so you only remember the scene that is clear and try not to think of what is about to happen next if you get past that even though you want to know what happens the first option being the best, but, you stop, and realize this is a past experience, a feeling of a future past.
Air. Beat. Bump. Time.
A feeling of a future past.
In this place you are covered by the inner beats of the soft, smooth, jazz infiltrating the air and wrapping you so you will stay and you know you can't stay because your safe scene is almost over and the filth is about to show its self and you want it so bad but you know if you listen harder to the bumps of the pictures hitting against the wall you will be stuck in a place that you want so badly so you leave and the place vanishing but quickly comes back because you want it so bad, but, you stop, and realize this is a past experience, a feeling of a future past.
Air. Scent. Temperature.
A feeling of a future past.
Just when you believe you are free this place comes back at you and throws the warm smell that you can't decipher but you know its so alluring so you smell it anyway as it flies up your lungs like speeding darts so you will stay and find out what is next in the scene that is so enticing with its deep aroma that makes you feel wrong to be there but in a wrong like its actually okay to be there but you really shouldn't; and last time you were at this place you wanted so badly to see what was next but you give it up anyway with its orange amber scent that matches the sound and air of the place, but, you stop, and realize this is a past experience, a feeling of a future past.
I love that place.