Orgasm

Today, the village must come to the orgasm. One year tense expectation. Many days to the construction of the climax. Today is finally it ready. Max and Andy have waited some hours, so that the people can first along-guzzle themselves at her/its/their level. Now, they set out.

First pub.
Fat air, screeching, rent mouths, kilo-wise make-up, in the Eck', one sits with nem electric accordion not to forget fat installation, Ländler and Schunkellieders, the tulips from Amsterdam.
You/they look at itself, puuh, nope, looks first elsewhere.
Hands in the bags bury, the head into the shoulders pulled, they shuffle the street ' down, five steps high to the next pub, on the sign, that stands 9 marks of admission, because of the house-music, is too much, but there the door rises and they hear the Musike, this Fasnachtsblechorchester, disguises on long-standing fool-type, paints, in the meantime from the perspiration auf's blotchiest and streakiest marks, trumpets, saxophones, all sheet metal, that can only be used at Fasnacht, because it shows the tracks of annually recurrent pub-battles, hard-become Spritzspurens of the last year's orgasm unite themselves with the first juices of this year, somebody pulls the two at the sleeves ' pure, free comes, here is mood, Ländlers already sit in the background so again, they stand in the Gedröhne of the Spritzorchesters, which exactly a round finishes and a pause announces and bumping into and Geistervertreiben speed in general, she/it through the door, almost they fear prosecution.

A new attempt, a new pub, here gibt's the real Steirer Buams from Austria, the people schunkeln on long wood-bank-stringing, dances with whirling skirts and grim teeth, dozens of Aufreißern loll at the walls, Girls, usually in Grüppchen, disguised prances nervously through the uncertain quantity, abgefuckte sayings squeak in highest tones, four women come, with tails and cylinder-hat, but quite short pairs of pants, face hides behind an opaque veil, and these netzbestrumpftens reach leg, that is horny, suggestive activities against men, also Max tries to become active, after short skirmish with touches and Brust-an-Brust-reiben again Gequietsche and they are away, scatters like cigarette-smoke, a Osterhäschen pushes Max a Schokoladenei into the mouth. You/they drive through the walks and angles, treppauf, treppab, there is one ' Hafenbar', occupies densely, more the progressive-dynamic with hard drinks, and then--- wow, there she/it stands, a Madonna, at the wall, quite alone, Max stares at her/it/them, she/it stares at him/it, something induces itself, they know, they want, both, sudden noise, that Buams put, still one on it, Geschiebe, crowd, excitement, they are final through, the Madonna, away and Max thinks: ' I glaub' I spins! ', he/it rushes rum, ahh, there, beside the cigarette-vending machine is she/it... two dark schnauzbärtige men push themselves between him/it and the Madonna, stares at him/it, he/it reaches into the bag, lowers the gaze... get yourself a packet cigarettes from the vending machine...
one can drive through the walks again, nowhere one can sit and can drink a beer in silence.
' Laß' us again the first pub tries... ' finds Andy.

There is now the accordion-man at full speed, but a free table is there, nothing like ran there, puuh, two beers and about her/it/them around bubbles it. A fat citizen-woman is already at the abflippen. She/it hops from table to table, guzzles from all glasses, smooches men, rolls over tables, slowly lawint she/it on the two friends to, Max receives it with the fear, she/it is sudden over him/it, a greasy shiny schwitzige color-smeared mug stülpt itself over his/its face, he/it can compress exactly the lips, his/its beer holds on, the freaky pudding of it doesn't heed all her/its/their invitations at all and doesn't wobble with discarding sweeps of the hand and with pride upwards-stretched head.

More and more pairs run on the narrow dance-surface, that becomes Abknutscherei and Anfasserei, always more intensive in one another and Max begins only to concentrate on hands.
Babies fat rosy sausage-fingers, with fresh-cut and scrubbed nails, that first explore the lady-hand, suddenly entschloßen the hip stinging in the Rythmus seizes, the gigantic surface of the smooth back explores, with an unskilled turner to the front slides, the bosom-base streaks, finally a goal! and the fingers become pale from the endeavor of the hand to become longer and longer finally to touch the whole breast once; and where the hand alone possessed lives until now, during the backs, that Knie,der to the side turned away head and even the smile deep-frozen at this hand stuck, now something does itself, the head dives into the hair of the opposites, the eyes become stiff, the smile droops, the tongue hangs something from the mouth, then the nipples touch themselves, the abdomen sinks after, census presses in bulge, it sinks further, even more, now a knee pushes itself into the offered opening, the whole fellow is now attached like a wet sack to the lady, that hardly itself before louder weight more than can weigh in the bar and...
the music is ready sudden.
A moment, it is quiet and quite light, then babble, one arranges itself the hair, cancels skirt and leg-clothes right, thanks nicely, the lady accompanies so to speak cavalier-moderately to her/its/their place, becomes distorted before the husband of the lady shortly, clears the throat to the bar through and then he/it despises his/its full glass and sits down the Pulle at the neck, deep gulp, and the eyes, just still veiled from the gluey threads of his/its sensuality, already flashes greedily through the area, a new song, a new victim again, and again a hand awakens to the life.
All power of a potency, that can come to terms with so many numbers!

Max feels in the meantime press, in all sides, she/it, eyes, mouths, breasts, tails, Mösen, she/it are covered all smiles, waves, teeters, winks, stretches itself him/it contrary to, wants him/it, still Max remains unwavering, a beer pours itself after the other behind the bandage, observes hands...
Everything about him/it around is like pudding. The noise the flashing lights teeth eyes perspiration-drops beer cigarette-smoke Orgon seeds make-up bare thighs hoisted skirts grabschende hands mouths the waitress with the column-boning under the miniskirt drool partner-exchange...
and obendrüber a howling, Munich Hofbräuhaus glorifying accordion, a gigantic cheese-fondue, orgiastisch, then a voice at his/its ear, laß' me you gets, he/it is turned in the circle, has these own-living hands at his/its body suddenly, part of the pudding becomes, engulfed, soft proximity everywhere, red clouds, heat, a wet mouth, a gluey tongue...

Slowly, Max comes to the senses. everywhere light wood, silence. Six old fogeys and two women sit around about him/it. Max comprehends that is negotiated over his/its engagement. From where, where, how much in the month - from here after there, nothing incomes... the women are very tired sudden, the men must also home, hesitantly incredulous inquiry, makes sure, really such a NOTHINGNESS?
Max confirms and confirms, soon all are away.

And then he/it staggers through the nightly alleys again, but all are ready, no soul is more on the way.
One sleeps quickly in this village, after the orgasm.