DE #12: Exquisite Corpses

DE#11 - Scenes

Dorothy (the one from Oz) was waiting at a small subway station in the desert. Chelsea Manning appeared and said 'I just don't give a fuck!' to which Dorothy said 'Badda Bing Badda Boom', then asked 'To where does this lead?' Chelsea replied 'not as long as I get my lollipop back'. Dorothy thought to herself 'Oh my god, shits about to depart and we are still full'. Together they shouted 'Everyone lie done and nobody gets hurt!' then hijacked the next car and drove to find the last surviving zebra in the mountains of Zimbabwe.  

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DJ Blizzard, with a head full of coke, met that drill sergeant from Full Metal Jacket in the toilets of Berghain. 'Seit 15 Jahren psychotherapiere ich jetzt Katzen. Gestern habe ich mir 2 Mäuse angeschafft.' (Since 15 years I have been psychoanalysing cats. Yesterday I bought 2 mice) blabbed DJ Blizzard, to which the drill sergeant retorted 'Yeah, light my fire baby! How did it get up your arse?' 'Shit! I forgot to take out the Laundry!' replied the confused turntablist. 'You really don't get it, do you?' thought the drill sergeant to himself, then they shouted together 'Es lebe das Prekariat!' (Long live the precarity!) Then a bell rang, a curtain opened and a little dog appeared, sat down next to them and sniffed their shoes then decided to pee on the drill sergeant's legs.

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Mathilde bumped in to Frankenstein's monster in the Peterdome right after they had both taken a huge shit. 'I want you to want me' she exclaimed. 'Imagine there is no fantasy' the monster replied, darkly. 'Can you rub my tummy with this coconut oil?' persisted Mathilde, causing the droll monster to state 'only if the pope does'. 'I'm gonna spend the night alone' a resigned Mathilde thought to herself, while thought the monster 'I'd rather have gone to Mars'. They sat down on a rock and stared at the endless sea, and for the very first time in their lives they became aware of the fact that their lives one day will almost be perfect.

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Isaac Newton met Claude Monet at McFit and said 'weird… up is down, and right seems to be left… and… (sigh)' and Monet exclaimed 'Woah, what is that!? Can you do that thing again, that you do so well?' 'You sound just like your mother' said the scientist to the painter, who thought to himself 'I wonder how long until that fart is smelly?'. Together they shouted 'The bus is going in the wrong direction!' and half an hour later the police came. They started to run - but it was too late.

DE #11 - Topic 'YOLO'
(Sub-topic, swine flu. Sort of.)

DE #11: Exquisite Corpses

Dystopic Express #10

Exquisite corpse:

Scenarios (text consequences):
(I wrote them out like little scenes this time...)

Chuck Norris met Tolstoi and said 'This is awkward'. Tolstoi replied 'Weltherrschaft in 3 taggen ist machbar!' (World domination in 3 days is doable!). Chuck asked Lev 'Excuse me but are you ware of the fact that there's a shaved monkey sitting on your shoulder?' to which Lev replied 'Only if you do it first and let me off if I think you look stupid'. At this an onlooker remarked 'Are you sure that's the right way?' to which Chuck and Lev shouted together 'USA! USA!'. The whole time a crowd had been gathering around the scene. Sensing a sensation some passing paparazzi paused to photograph the possible phenomenon. The crowd greatly disapproved of this and beat them with their cameras.

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The Cheshire cat from wonderland met Matlock and remarked 'there are too few little girls in this place' to which Matlock replied 'Buzz Buzz Buzz I feel like a bee do I look like a bee? I have a strong desire for some pollen'. They then ate the whole plate of cookies that was on the table without knowing they were made from weed. Afterwards they sat on the dock of the bay the whole night waiting for a shooting star.

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Master Splinter met the Pope's assistant behind Macdonald's. Splinter said 'My dear, you must know I am only here to help you today' to which the Popes assistant replied 'Maybe that's a good idea'. 'Did you think any time about the future?' asked the Pope's assistant to which Splinter remarked 'Really the only way to achieve this is to start eating a lot of honey RIGHT NOW!' The air started to sizzle and sparkle, for a brief moment a gay Minotaur amongst them. Later they agreed; it must have been something else.

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Peter Pan, Marie Curie and a topless, guitarless Slash all bumped into one another. Peter Pan said 'Go, try your luck in this box!' to which Slash replied 'That's a little bit ridiculous' and Marie Curie said 'You two sound like you'd rather be somewhere else'. Enraged (and somewhat confused) Peter Pan yelled 'I am your father!' which caused Slash and Marie Curie to burst into song: 'It's the final Countdown!' Slash then asked 'What if we never get out of here?' and Peter replied 'Why certainly, I live to serve'. 'I wish I had a gun' thought Marie Curie to herself. For a minute they kept staring at each other in fear. When it suddenly started to rain the were reminded of their tears that one September evening in 1963 and, without a word, they shared a last deep look and walked away.

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Gene Simmons from Kiss was alone with a large, green and purple, glowing moulded rubber vibrating fist. He said 'Shit! I should buy the plastic one! This one gets dirty really easily.' With a quiet 'plop' the fist turned into a rubber ducky, and Gene put it on his head jumping around alike crazy, thinking 'There's no-one to blame but me, myself and I!' Shortly afterwards his head split open as a giant spider hatched out of his brain.

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A psychiatrist with red hair met Zinedine Zidane and said 'fuck me in the are with a massive rubber fist, I knew this would happen!' Zinedine replied 'I trust you, but I'm not sure about how much of this substance we should take'. The psychiatrist asked 'Would you lie on me for a bit?' and Zidane replied 'There is no way past it. You Must surrender and let it come over you'. At that very moment a three-legged, newly-neutered dog with one of those lamp-shade like things so it doesn't lick itself appeared, and a tree fell shattering the awkward silence.

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Marilyn Monroe met Mother Theresa at Karstadt on the 2nd February 1325. Marilyn said 'There is a peanut sitting on your hat' and Mother Theresa said 'I was about to mention something similar. At this point a voice format he sky boomed 'It's me or the dog!' Marilyn and Theresa yelled back in unison 'We're not gonna take it! No, we're not gonna take it! Marilyn whispered 'What if you…' and trailed off, causing Mother Theresa to remark 'that wasn't very creative'. Later, they all went to Shangl, had pizza, and later made out.

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A half-headed Unicorn was with a flamenco dancer from madrid who has no name but they call her 'Dancio', under a king-sized bed in a hotel in Paris. 'Why can't I have a candy' asked the Unicorn. 'Absolutely! Especially when the lights are off' replied Dancio. 'Such a pretty mouth' thought the Unicorn to himself. Dancio asked 'have you seen the size of that thing!?' and the Unicorn replied 'that is not even worth an answer', causing Dancio to think to herself 'yes! That is exactly what I was hoping for!' A heavy rainstorm 40 miles away caused the river to burst its banks, washing away any trace of anything that might or might not have happened.

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Dystopic Express # 9 - NWO / HERMAPHRODITES

DE #9 - 13.8.2013 - Topic I: NWO / Hermaphrodites

Presse

http://www.hilker-berlin.de/de/heimat/momente/schreibende-zunft

Schreibende Zunft | in Kollaboration

von Lisa Jüttner
       15. August 2013       

Seit April findet der Dystopic Express regelmäßig statt und lädt zum kreativen Spieleabend ein.

Polina Chodaková

Vielleicht entdeckt der eine oder andere sein verborgenes schriftstellerisches Talente? Aber das muss nicht unbedingt sein. Denn im Shangl Hangl gibt es  Getränke und sogar frisch zubereitetes Essen, das mit einer Spende bezahlt wird. Es lohnt sich also, einfach mal zum Abendessen vorbeizuschauen und sich überraschen zu lassen.
Eine Bar kann man es eigentlich nicht nennen, eine Art Wohnzimmer trifft es wohl eher. Der Shangl Hangl versteckt sich gut im Trubel von Neuköllns Kneipenszene, keine leuchtende Reklame oder bunte Namensschilder weisen dem Suchenden den Weg. Die jungen Menschen, die es sich hier auf Sofas und Sesseln gemütlich machen, scheinen sich alle zu kennen. Jeder, der durch die Tür hereinkommt, wird freundlich begrüßt, Neulinge werden sofort erkannt. Und tatsächlich handelt es sich nicht um eine Kneipe, sondern um einen Verein. Tagsüber Plattenladen und Cafébetrieb, abends verschiedene kulturelle Events. „Die Idee dahinter war, Künstlern jeglicher Natur eine Plattform zu bieten“, versucht Kernmitglied Max Schmidt das vielfältige Programm zusammenzufassen. Künstler können ihre Werke ausstellen, es gibt regelmäßig Konzerte und Jamsessions und den Dystopic express, der sich den schreibenden Künstlern widmet.
Die Grundidee hinter der Veranstaltung lieferten sogenannte Kollaborationsspiele. Der Name sagt wenigen etwas, gespielt hat sie wahrscheinlich jeder schon. Alles was man braucht sind ein Zettel und ein Stift, ein paar Menschen und eine Portion Phantasie. Das Prinzip funktioniert so: Der erste in der Runde schreibt etwas auf und faltet das Ende des Papiers so um, dass der Nächste es nicht lesen kann. Dann gibt er den Zettel in der Runde weiter und der Nachbar ist dran. So geht das Papier reihum, bis jeder seinen Teil zum Gesamtwerk beigetragen hat. Die Ergebnisse sind oft amüsant, teilweise regen sie zum Nachdenken an, der Gedanke dahinter ist jedoch das Gemeinschaftsprojekt. „Man merkt, wie man einfach freier mit den Texten umgeht.“, beschreibt Martin Kowalski, Schriftsteller und Mitinitiator des Dytopic express, seine Erfahrungen: „Man nimmt sich die Selbstkorrektur, indem man einfach mit einem Gedanken anfängt und nicht ewig Zeit hat, darauf rumzudenken. Letztendlich kann man ja nichts falsch machen.“
Im Laufe der Monate wurde das Konzept mehr ausgebaut und in Verbindung mit anderen Künsten ausprobiert. So besteht das Hauptprojekt des Abends daraus, einer Band zu lauschen und dabei seiner kreativen Schreibfeder freien Lauf zu lassen. Das Thema wurde vorher ausgelost und am Ende des Abends kann, wer möchte, seinen Text vorlesen. Für Kowalski findet so eine Überwindung der traditionellen Leser-Publikum-Situation statt. So können auch kreative Köpfe, die sich auf einer offiziellen Lesung vielleicht nicht trauen würden, ihre Ideen vorstellen und sich ihr Feedback abholen. Wer weiß, welcher geniale Schriftsteller so noch aus seiner stillen Ecke herausgeholt werden kann.(lj)

Dystopic Express # 8 - SCHOOL

DE #8 - 27.6.2013 - Topic II: SCHOOL

Dystopic Express # 8 - BEDINGUNGSLOSES GRUNDEINKOMMEN

Dystopic Express #8 - Consequences