Henry is watching his wife, when she sits completely paralysed in front of the television – set.It makes him almost aggressive, there is so much to do, to create. But with her you get the expression of a white material filled with strange emotional bowels, which wants to pop out and than hang around loosely in space. Even if she sits around and is doing nothing, really nothing, he felt overwhelmed by her and with him all thoughts of progress, civil engineering, the wide world waiting for him to get arranged. His contribution was important and he was ready. A man like him, a man like me, a man of that kind you don’t leave out in the rain in sexual belongings, that’s completely against the signs of time.

HOERBI & RIEDL

Riedl: Sure, your god dammed supervisor. I can not stand it anymore, talking about scientific world view and the possibility of staying catholic. I am sick of these miserable, arty rosaries. And this sense of guilt, I am guilty, in respect of creation. I give a shit about creation, it is only to drown yourself in alcohol and self - pity. That’s why you could not get a hard-on anymore. If you could only fuck, like you can moan.”

Voice Over: At this time something strange happens. Hörbigers eyes starts to gleam. Grace and aura surround him, a silent flashback of passed days. His magic hands and fingers slowly touches his haunches of marzipan.

Hoerbi: I can still remember, how things have been before you worked yourself through the innocent and maiden – like body of my wife and transformed her into pure mercilessness.

Riedl: You liked that, I can imagine that. But don’t you dare man, you need a therapy. As if “Truth of things”, Mr. Professor. You can not even do a simple monardporn. When do you start with it already, ha?

Voice Over: Hörbiger collapses back into himself. Water swashes over the bathtub and floods the bathroom. A last killing look from Riedl and he leaves the room.

Mr. Dawn B. Destiny: Welcome Ladies and Gentleman!
My name is Dawn B. Destiny. Controversial, disproved, touched by many people. Especially for right hander: with the left hand it feels like a stranger is doing it. In this Show, people should have the possibility, to slowly close in on their emotional spectrum. To let go until breaking a taboo, get hysterical and depressive, as if a storm inside you can limpingly hold on within your physical boarders. Our guests for today are, Melany and her husband Sam…

Voice Over: Melany is taking a seat: “Destiny has taken my hand and escorted me to the entrance in the middle. What applause. It could only get better. Everybody was here.

Sam, he is a man who wants to dress his life with culture and nature. He believes that even a man-in-the-street is able to incorporate its credo in world history.

Mr. Dawn B. Destiny: Here comes the first question: Dead or Repression?

Voice Over: Sam and Melany have twenty seconds to confer with each other. Sam press the red button: “We go for repression!” Melany: ”Only the healthy ones, are able to afford sickness.”

Mr. Dawn B. Destiny: Here is your prize: An expansion of your cellar in the style of impressive clearness of analogy and perfect to use as storage space.

Mr. Dawn B. Destiny: We have all heard of hysterical female patience of the turn of the century and today there is a respectable little group of depressing clients. A bunch of weak, dowdy figures, who have thrown themselves away like a cloth, they have not used for weeks. These guys clog our channels and slowly every straight thinking person does not give a shit what is wrong with them. And here we start, we push the paranoia. That’s something new, paranoia that’s critical, creative and has a high level of energy, especially compared to depression. Synergy galore, higher energy, higher production, higher peer pressure, spending power, é voila publicity Paranoia is the future.

The Antimetabolite we can follow here, hid candies on his body and let the boys search for them, first. As we can see clearly he squirms and giggles. Afterwards he compliments the Ladies.
He penetrates the Metabolite. He can be sure, that he transmitted his genes. There we can see, that even an ulcer only wants to live. That reproduction is a libidinous expression of Creation.
The Metabolite conceives the wonder of life, soon cell proliferation will start, which arches the Metabolite. The insuperable love between mother and child arises. And here the Lords of Host turns up and scream: soap, soap, more soap, we take the full service: Peeling, anointing, ablution, scrubbing, maybe a little harder, colonic irrigation, cry your eyes out, and then back to life.

Mr. Dawn B. Destiny: Let us start with you Mr.Riedl, what can you tell us about fear?

Riedl: Well, fear is some kind of a bird, an undercooled nesting bird, if you wish, who is searching for itself and some warmth.

Mr. Dawn B. Destiny: I thought that fear is an omnipresent being.

Riedl: Yes, that is also true, fear is always and everywhere, but the paradox is that nevertheless it’s two way: one from the inside to the outside and the other from the outside to the inside. For example: I am now the inside and you are the outside, and at the same time the camera is the inside and we are the outside, and so on and so forth.

Mr. Dawn B. Destiny: Mr. Baum, Great Solutions stands for the big context and safety at its core. What is your view on fear?

Baum: Weof course know the analyses of Mr. Riedl and yes, even when his star is waning.we are able to confirm his idea. As a matter of fact, fear is an undercooled nesting bird, searching for itself and the world is its labyrinth..

The world’s going to end. And nothing’s left. All things known hitherto will disappear inside the big black nothingness. Unimaginable yet still it happens constantly. One ending world leads to another in a canon of vanishing worlds. Uncertainty takes place, even your small world could be ready to join in the chorus. As long as you you don’t know that the world goes down, she’s still around, the moment you realise, she’s gone.

Baum: Good evening ladies and gentleman, my name’s Baum, William Baum of Great Solutions. Great Solutions emphasises maintaining your feeling of safety and has been looking into the dangers and chances of your personal end of the world.

The U-Turn and Up-Package:

Through potentiated inversion doom is quickly reversed. Contributing a strong will to create and design as well as concentrated ideology the event is turned into a solid confirmation of your own world view. This process is absolutely stimulating for the mind, which gives you the strength to safeguard your world’s optimum.

The Slo-Mo-Allround-Package

The ideal choice for all who consider themselves middle-class. The perception of an ending world is slowed down to such an extent that the incidence becomes insignificant.
The Slo-Mo-Allround-Package holds a variety of options that answer your preferences and possibilities. Fashionable staging, time-consuming body cult and cultivation, drugs and/or psychotropics, delight in cheap thrills and in particular cases a high tolerance for the minimisation of claims.

The Glamour-Zombie-package

B, Male: Today we are guests at the charity event of the year, hosted by Angelica and Harald Wischnewski on their private island.

A, Female: A bone dry event; complete embarrassment, terrible outfits, stale mineral water, dry biscuits, plastic cups, soggy paper plates, plastic forks, lousy napkins, a linoleum floor under cheap crepe soles.

B: That’s how I imagine a proper charity party, a miserable event. One avoids eye contact, because its hard to believe how bad everyone looks; no dental hygiene, chain smoking, tea, coffee, red wine, cheap drugs.

A: Gorged in tight pants; see-through tops with terrible prints; cheap underwear,; surplus fat squeezing out at all seams conceivable.

B: No haircut, grey hair, white hair, dyed hair, niffy hair…

A:… and body hair, even on their faces.

B: And the few who put on some make up for this one off occasion—real shit, too much, too loud, a cheap and crumbly quality.