WAVES AND FLUX

An audio-visual exhibition, exploring sound and light waves. A night of photography,sculpture, video art, illustration, sound sculptures, painting, spoken word, Vjing, interactive low-fi synths, live acoustic music and live analogue synth performances from instruments made of toys.

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hazlenutcream:

The day before she had collided with the heavy chest in the hall and - “Look, look!” - I gasped - “look what you’ve done, what you’ve done to yourself, ah, look”; for there was, I swear, a yellowish-violet bruise on her lovely nymphet thigh which my huge hairy hand massaged and slowly enveloped - and because of her very perfunctory underthings, there seemed to be nothing to prevent my thumb from reaching the hot hollow of her groin - just as you might tickle and caress a giggling child - just that - and: “Oh it’s nothing at all,” she cried with a sudden shrill note in her voice, and she wiggled, and squirmed, and threw her head back, and her teeth rested on her glistening underlip as she half-turned away, and my moaning mouth, gentlemen of the jury, almost reached her bare neck, while I crushed out against her left buttock the last throb of the longest ecstasy man or monster had ever known. 

Lolita - Nabokov 

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