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romantic simple wish to step out and put your nose in the sunday mornig rising wind beeing the pimple on the buildings eelslippery face the 2 by 4s do not fit into the freight elevator. carring those huge toothpicks around the lobby trying to squeeze them into one of the big ones, that goes up to skylobby on 78. floor. cutting into halfs, talking to elevatorguys about, yes yes we need lots of wood, makes one happy up there. next day comes the backup window, in case we brake the one and only. would look funny, breaking the glass, how could you ever explain? testruns at midnight and later. premiere opening of the sesame makes your heart jump crazy. loud and noisy wind whistles through the first little gap. people have warned us of the difference in pressure, because beeing so high up. a local urban myth, but winds do stream up and down the buildings face and suck from the room as soon as open. imagine confetti flying in a big bright cloud beeing sucked out and blown all over the city. looking down, leaning your goggle eyes out for first contact with nonfiltered air. cold and happy shivers down your back everything ready, waiting for luvvys lawer only to tell us: do not do it more testruns make us horny and impatient. weatherforecast promises pink sunrise hotel and chopper booked late night, riding up to 91 sitting by the window, watching friends across in juniorsuite flashlight contact established, feel like a glowworm throwing coins who goes first, fastforwarding bens hotchocolatechicks tapes, half hour naps slipping into paranoias about lawers little list of things to have on you when getting caught...remember chocolate bars, 25 cent coins, a blow-up pillow? pen and paper, telephone, a book, chewing gum, earplugs,...would not even know where to put all that masturbating to calm down. dawn, window goes, telephone rings, chopper is late sun rises, B slides outside, coincontestwinner steps first all bodyhair is up absorbing virgin glory morning, air drifts up the buildings surface, feeling bees and rabbits down the belly. makes one again belive in first sight love, sunrays in your face looking up, only ten missing floors to the top, lets you freak of pure beauty while having this blackholevision, imaging to never ever be again out there and never ever feel the bees. |