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Sonntag, 17. Juni 2012

The Porn Studio


The crimson walls give it some sort of a French brothel feeling. Of all the dreams I had, this is  the most bizarre one. I stroll around BDSM machines and a weird bird cage, too small for a person to be in. I can't even begin to imagine what that thing's for. Moans and yells echoe throughout the halls, but the actors are caught inside the walls. I walk down a merlot hallway, placing every foot very carefully. The carpet underneath my feet doesn't feel very safe... it's almost as if it was just stretched over an abyss underneath it.

I look at my watch to check if it's a dream. It says 29:95 - I watched a Simpsons episode before I fell asleep and something that Nick Riviera was selling in a TV commercial had the exact same price tag: 29.95. I find this exceedingly funny, but I forgot why I looked at the watch. The air is thick with perfume and it's almost impossible to concentrate. I want to sit down and take a break, but I'm afraid the carpet underneath my feet will rip open, so I keep walking.

The door is right in front of me. It's unlocked. I know that without touching it, but I wish it was locked. I don't want to open it so I turn my head and check if I can go back, but I dread the god damn carpet. I notice a door to my left, leading into an old grey office. This place is a lot less "homy" than the rest of the studio. It's got a weird smell to it and a couple is kissing on the couch. It's hard to say if they're in love. They're all over each other but it's something else driving them. The lighting is dim, yet cold.

A businessman is sitting in the corner, lighting a cigar. His suit has seen better days... an invitation and a yellow smile later I take a puff of his cigar.

"Let me give you a piece of advice kid:
Do you see these two love birds over there? They were mine once. I owned them and then I set them free!"

He bursts into a frantic laughter. I didn't get the joke until I was awake.

S.M

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