A Toothless Manifesto

Toothless is a mis-space: a space without intent.

Toothless reclaims error from the fascists and breaks the capitalists’ monopoly on mistakes. 

Toothless is acci-dental: from the verb accidere (towards) and dental (tooth).

Toothless is both a state of being and a state of becoming. An incomplete incompleteness: a freewheeling sclerosis: an indiscernible architecture: the ruins built into the grand structure.

Toothless is a newborn child: a senile senior citizen: a middle-aged misanthrope whose jaw has been liberated from utilitarianism by the fist of the people: no longer a utensil, an appliance, a means to a means of production.

What else? errrrr Toothless is forgiveness. Or forgetfulness. Or past happening. Or towards non-happening. 

Toothless is a place of sublime confusion, mystical fuck-ups, a mirror for simple annihilated souls.

Toothless ceases to prefer and occupies itself with absence. Champions chance. Wagers on risk. 

Toothless is an elite kind of wretchedness, the climax of the void, the motivational speaker at the end of history.

Toothless believes in authentic frauds, which are less fraudulent and more fraudulent than fraudulent frauds.

Toothless smiles.

Toothless kisses.

Toothless sucks.

Toothless is a tentative absolute.