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The Stitch Mouth Tragedy...

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...fragments, excavations, appropriations and annihilations...



Letter from the stitch mouth addressed to the sewing machine:

I’ve seen the greatest minds of our degeneration reduced by thought
Stunted, theoretical, nameless, running through the neon bone-yard dawn
Clutching at the crucifix of the Lord
Searching for the one WORD above, catalysts for tongues and lips in the
sewing machine of naught
Who, lepered and isolated gave Morse code requiems to the big- wheel
Unanswered
Who cut their faces open into a new maw of gore from which came the soliloquy
Of nevermore
Who ranted and rhymed in honour of heart or buddha or jesus or the dark unknown
Questioning the tyrant worm that devours us whole
Who waxen and pale fumbled through cigarette cartons at midnight looking for the end
Who longed for the flood- gates to jar open and then stood surprised when they eventually drowned
Who estranged themselves from the amphitheatre and lost all in the retreat from Jerusalem to the grail in Texas
Who read aloud to empty churches upon the coronation of the Id as their mouths turned to ash
Who listened to Bakunin in villas dreaming venice and rhapsody that was reaped before their breath
Who marched across mental Rubicons and then lost Will due to the deadening drug visions, vainglory supplies in the eyes only eyes
Who can still be seen on special nights expelling whiskey from the depths in new dehli daze marked with X’s and Y’s
Who uttered trivialities on podiums in profound semantic rapture basking in their blind natures
Who lived up to the premise again and again and again
Who finally succumbed to kisses relishing the honesty of sweet nothings thinking of souls and continuation
Who licked gods face on l.s.d. when asked for a question, when dying for an answer some time in a dead smog Summer
Who counted their blessings every noon as they glided through smiles as sheer as webs sown on a stranger’s skull
Who were deflowered by the commandments of a myth and scrambled to reclaim their blood in simulated birth catastrophe of alien nations
Who cracked under a life of the arched angel word struck down from the cloud and all tongues of man are made from sand
Who silenced their critics by not opening their mouths and received hard exposure by the one eyed dicks of realism
Who followed the logical dead into the inferno at Nuremberg as the WORD called out suLici2de
Who slumbered through thought disarmed and engaged in a slow evolution from cry to rattle in their days and their nights
Who lost control and shredded all contracts bowing out of the guts of state half digested all bad taste
Who plastered their rooms with disorder and read glyphs on the bus with big smiles through the big flies
Who forged and forced all consciousness to the surface of the poison for all the eye of the times to dissect and eviscerate, the hari kari disembowelment of vowels and howls and disquieting silences that commandeered man’s aspiration to know his brother
Who masturbated on their thigh rather than masturbate on the page –too late
Who read papers looking for real time sense and were hooked by ying yang events tracing Genesis to economic covenant
Who relished the circus after they realised it was cruel and the animals were chained and beaten with glimpsing gray bright in the eyes only eyes
Who wide eye clear fogged in Time leaned on the past that was fading fast breathing life into the dead as winds of one great joke
Who choking on air pronounced the classified name of all he renounced but all in the eyes
Who listed lost, all past and word that sweeps the empty streets full of the foreign dread death
Who sat in Tycoon chambers and laboured for the bridge to immortality, who green obscene bought the end and ate it whole all of the greed in the worlds is no more
Who martyred their apathy in the pursuit of certainty, which we can see passed the cataracts of genetic employ
Who sold spines to fundamentalists in Beirut and watched them march away singing something about the fuel and the forge-no more!
Who listened to whales discerning truths of Math and drew maps for the person to unity
Who eventually tore at their eyes and the Word was released with a howl that burned bright embers in the thought holes of Frisco and the dying collapse of modern man as contained more aptly in his silent blues



I’m with you when you come out of yourself with a bomber cemtex redress

I’m with you in stitch mouth bliss when the Sadu’s say 'surrender' in their sultry baked end
At the bonfire of sin in the east
I’m with you in the waning days of hospital wards wordless and without spine inside the dying hive
I’m with you when pain profundis melts in latin like love freezes in Winter

I’m with you in myth and word release, all heart beats that pound, drumming for the end as the spiral breach meaningless of sixes and in relief all tragedies simple to reflect on knees bleeds sorrow blink holy antiquity in instants silence heart beats and pitch end begin
In my dream...............................................................................you walk bleeding with sealed lip past the post to the full stop facade of the dead end highway ..........turn south-bound in the haunted night, all breath in the eyes all word denied all word proved MMMMMMnnnnn- pathetic............. breathe



Yours Faithfully,
ID Stitch Mouth.


Triple lash stitch
Triple slash release
Triple lash stitch
Triple slash release



Excerpts from the trial of stitch mouth:


“.............you have been charged with the treason of seeking a discharge from worldly reason.......... we sense you wish to refute the necessity of our society's roots whereas we seek only to dilute truth........... in accordance with ....er..... today’s absolutes.................ahem.............
..............TRUE TRUE..........YOUR FELLOW AGREES............THIS YOUNG PUP I INSIST LEARNS HOW TO SPEAK............TO VOCALISE THE PAIN WHICH ON HIM WE’LL WREAK.............FOR SEEKING RELEASE FROM THE COMMONWEALTH BEAST............DISSENTERS DEBASE SOCIETY'S EMBRACE..............AND MUST BE SMOTHERED AS AN ACT OF PURITY.........WIPE CLEAN THE FASADE OF HIS SILENT ANIMOSITY.............SPEAK DAMMIT SPEAK!...................THE INTENTION HERE IS NOT SIMPLY TO KILL ........BUT ALSO TO AID IN THE BREAKING OF WILLS...........IN SHORT TO ENSURE THAT THE STITCH MOUTH ETHIC SHALL BE NO MORE..............(calls out to empty gallery flanks not one single listener bolstering ranks)........HAHA HAHAHA...........THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE.............A MILLION LIVES LIVED IN MY .......PERFECT CITY......... PITY..........REALLY ...........THAT WE CANT LET THEM SEE.......THE FATE OF THIS “MAN” OR PROOF OF HIS TREACHERY..........THEY WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND OR LISTEN.........THE UNFORTUNATE RESULT OF STATE SPONSORED SEDATION.............
................no need.........no need.......... he is so obviously a fiend of such magnitude that I cannot conceive of a single person who would not support his relief..........from silent self.....his personal hell.........rotting unrecorded within himself........not to mind his display of immaturity seen in his rejection of our sovereignty...............such juvenile antipathy imbalances our electors, granted........... the minority........... but such is the mechanics of democracy.......those with the notion that one’s vote cannot truly change anything but rather simply re-arranges everything.... are without doubt guilty of anti-social sin and one we cannot even try to begin...........oh...to understand......some even say that our will to power reflects the wishes of the lowest common denominator.........and some say nothing.....and their silence decries our heart felt desire to empathise....how far must we go to observe our flock free from their shadows?........ withdrawal is not submission because the act implies a sort of cognition that decides to live without state or religion.......disgrace.........such internal though active attempts to decry........suggest a craving for alienation or suicide.......is there justice for the already dead?...........sick of his silence i say off....... with...... his..... head!.............
............STITCH HIS EYES, I SAY, FOR HE DOES NOT SEE THE LEGAL BASIS FOR OUR AUTHORITY.............
Anarchist
MASOCHIST
You’re on our list
Communist, capitalist, lost fascist itch
Messiah?..........pariah!.......ANATHEMA!


WE The court of her highness, President Ejaculata, deride your attempt to surface grey matters.........we will not accept dissent from one of the herd.........who bawls silent in an attempt to make us, the wolves seem absurd.....We cannot tolerate your failure to masturbate the public body of the state......You who silently hide from our explicit demands that all comply to the noble lie......LOOKING AT YOU WITH YOUR MUTILATED FACE I CAN’T HELP BUT THINK THAT YOU OUGHT TO KNOW YOUR BLOODY PLACE........
GUILTY! GUILTY GUILTY!!!!! FOR ETERNITY!8!8!8



For the sophists heading south in a blaze of WILL enacted through word but no longer absurd.......service the herd..........contrive and deny through the eyes only eyes

Here ends the life and word of the artist at the hands of the suicidal politic



REQUIEM FOR THE STITCH MOUTH:
All hail the haunted holy WORD all hail the meaning for one person all hail the grail of man contained in tongues of sand that splutter plague and death with an immortality derived from forgery all hail the pursuit it is meaningless all hail the holy showdown of accents and emotive aspiration all hail holy the full stop all hail the holy all hail holy the omega all hail as holy that which is holy in the eyes only eyes...........the windows on the skull the mirrors on the bomb........all words only words........words bleeding from the tongue, all hail........all hail holy the disquieting silence and the honest science of reduction ................all hail holy the stitched induction.......tongue in bloody flux failing flayed...........all hail holy Alpha a new time a new rhyhme alive for the hive only in eyes...all hail all hail holy.
Europe…….organisation through appropriation…..of the ink blot…..culture………and the portrait of the one
Euro.......surreal..........istic suicide ...... the mind that hides........from answers and the holder...........define my bones and not my ways...........all else is here .........unknowable.........the great wheel........naked and disguised........
Where do i lie even in the real moment...........I lie real in the moment...........need more?..........TIME........ more?........ TIME
Let us abide in madness.............let the human breathe...............and work the wonder of .....whys.......for ourselves............though these scribbles need pollination to live........and I need scribblings to sleep...........you and I..........the closest we’ll ever be......is here.............