The Male Comedy

.... the dream of a lucky break... Abandon all hope ye who enter... the first look into the mirror... eruptions according to the master plan... instead of St. Vitus's dance, tactics!... as well as a certain shyness... strategic logic... the free flow of compulsive desire... camouflaged... We leave nothing to chance... the dung-heap of destiny, the science of the duodenum... Melting hard discs chase Expressionists to the depths of hell... So see me smiling in my stupidity... the delirium of man... And in the beginning was the stain. And it was yellow. And the flesh got caught in the trouser-fly. No more Mr. Nice Guy... and after conquering the summit: rustic piercings instead of trail markings... illusions of safety... condom plugs and insect diaphragms... Decide or off with your dick!... I always took it as a compliment when my father said that I couldn't cope with anything as well as everyone else... In a wine barrel the diva plays with eggs borrowed from her host... We must change ourselves so that you can stay the same... The Cabaret of Cruelty... Laugh till you puke... vocal chords and digestive organs isolated from joyful bodies... with a crazy grin, surveying the suffocated... a vocal-cord trampoline... the remains of Social Security... shopping-bag auto-erotica... Ear-wax on a stinkfinger tastes better with blood... Change your eardrum! brainstorm-bowel-dub-track in Mega-God-Zilla's Café Arabia... babyface pushers... Rust-protection-resistant insects of steel tap out Morse code with their antennae and feet... The rhythmicological diagnosis: this techno has cancer on its butt... minimum standards for marginalization... Out of a doctoral student's glass of schnapps, drunken rambling, tongue-wagging, back and forth: the dream of a lucky break... Man bites dog... chop suey... psycho and sexual... social and pathological... Alcohol-Ambient... mental gymnastics for the genitalia... Sweaty armpits fart to the beat... techno straight from the toilet bowl of a wine tavern