This morning I went to a city 30 miles from my hometown. There was a museum half filled with at least 5000 Q24's (I think it will be much more). It was like heaven. I saw in a glimpse a cute girl wich worked at the museum, but I haven't talked to her (we only said "hey" to each other with a smile).
It was the most amazing experience in my life of balloon fetish. There was also a room without light (now called "darkroom" ) also filled with Q24's. In there I grabbed my chance to lay on some balloons. The first one was great, the second one (wich felt soft) popped (oops). The strange thing I didn't scare at all (in fact I laughed a bit). I thought I was a phobic non-popper. Well not that phobic now. I have heard 5 balloons pop, but I was OK with that.
I have "stolen" 6 Q24's (I have deflate them first). I've hidden it in my pocket and some under my jeans around my waist. So the fun will be continued .
I hope I will visit some more of this work of Martin Creed. Images of this work will be in next post.
It was the most amazing experience in my life of balloon fetish. There was also a room without light (now called "darkroom" ) also filled with Q24's. In there I grabbed my chance to lay on some balloons. The first one was great, the second one (wich felt soft) popped (oops). The strange thing I didn't scare at all (in fact I laughed a bit). I thought I was a phobic non-popper. Well not that phobic now. I have heard 5 balloons pop, but I was OK with that.
I have "stolen" 6 Q24's (I have deflate them first). I've hidden it in my pocket and some under my jeans around my waist. So the fun will be continued .
I hope I will visit some more of this work of Martin Creed. Images of this work will be in next post.
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