It was hot. We were jaded in our dorm room. We had been eating cherries like we had urgent bowel jams, and neither of us had so much as smelt a naked man for about three weeks.
A delicious recipe for shit art?
Don your aprons ladies!

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It was hot. We were jaded in our dorm room. We had been eating cherries like we had urgent bowel jams, and neither of us had so much as smelt a naked man for about three weeks.
A delicious recipe for shit art?
Don your aprons ladies!

Flying in the face of the world at large, Inflatable Rampage is travel photojournalism deprived of its complimentary peanuts and forced into the brace position by two ladies who threw their rose-coloured lenses into the quarantine bin well before takeoff. Most pictures are worth a thousand words; ours are worth about fifty plus some hand gestures.
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