Stitch has set the stage for discarded players. Men are metronomes endlessly tilting between sex and power. A maid’s daughter’s first word is “mop.” Noranbole-one of the rotating-door-protagonists, daughter of Emma Wakeling and true darling of this nightmare-spends the book’s first section giving fellatio, as recipients share at great length the woes/desperation of capturing their eye’s real apple, her sister, Urine.įemales spend a minimum of 50% of their time “milking” men. Characters bent into Stitchian caricatures. In the bywaters (where most of the book takes place) of the Palace, we encounter the familiar made queerer. Marauding dogs nip heels of cousins and second-cousins on a honeymoon stroll. Magnifies them, to smoke out hypocrisy and depravity in our obsessions-Measurement, Worth, Image.Ĭars rot on cinder blocks. They drew on Big Mac® wrappers, littering the trailer house, taped it above the short-circuiting toaster. Didn’t waste time on names-Big City, Small Town, Tiny Village. Guillermo Stitch and Madame Blavatsky, drunk one night, drew a map. Randy Savage doing blow off the teats of an alpaca. Exhibit B: Max Headroom juggling a turkey that’s also a chainsaw. Take, for example, Abraham Lincoln masturbating your mom in a childhood bathtub as a raven consumes a severed breast on his top hat. The more absurd, obscene, lascivious, and odorous the occupants-the better. Two beginner tricks of competitive memory are 1) create a memory palace and 2) occupy it.

Lake of Urine by Guillermo Stitch