Midnight Express Train:
Destination Los Orgasmos
The figure stood there in the dark half illuminated by the lamp clock coming
from the access ramp. Its long figure stretch out in the night in a stand still
yet fervently awaited a charge of energy that produced some mechanical thrust of
a throbbing piston like movement that will take it to reach an excited
destination.
Once in a while there were hissing sounds of breathless grunt that came from the
pulsating broiler working over time. The steady flow of energy produced sent a
wave of heat throughout the complex blood veins like maze and added the thick
humidity already hanging in the air.
The figure appeared to stretch further as the hissing sounds exhaled a rush of
excess heat like warm breath cutting through a cold winter air. Given the
impression of stretching further the figure started to vibrate and came to life
as the unseen force within created motion at slow steady pace. It was as if the
slow burning coal from the broiler commanded all the mechanical muscles to moved
action and in reaction with such perfect precision.
As the pace increased the scent of lubrication from inside the axis grew
stronger while clatter of motions grew louder and faster in orchestra – like
harmony echoing the combustion of more heat breathing into the night.
Fully charged motion at steady pace was moving with yet unknown destination but
with controlled precision as if it was afraid to lose the power that would break
the already perfect mechanical movement. Working in deep intimacy with one
another, every mechanical muscles and its counter – part explored the crucial
spot and discovering multiple height of momentums as the motion raced with time.
Traveling through this seemingly unending journey the momentum reached certain
new height gestured by a floating like bursting explosion that caused the motion
to slowly relax and finally arrived at a complete halt.
The figure again turned into a stand still while letting out last excess of hot
steams into the night. With its now well lubricated axis the figure approached a
silence station with its empty benches.
The dark cold night once more accompanied the now lone figure staring at another
lamp clock eagerly awaiting its next embarkation with anticipation of yet
another breathtaking destination.