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>e gotta move with edge that is the schizoanalytic cut . not static. good. genre. defined by passe.
hesay cinema is basically dead dead dead
revive other edge to cut the across of its sanction
And|||hold suitcase close to head.he play cinema like dg is his fantasm.
interestin ' good to stop up the bacillus oedipus


Oedipus Rex (Pasolini 1967) Tiresias and Oedipus

this is not what guattari and deleuze are arguing against in the Antioedipus.... this is the tragic bloody story, and not the whining whimpering one of the analytic couch

Tiresias who see the []hole pome , as it were cutting across any travel of narrative. the multitude of voice. as in He do the Police in Differend voice[s]

and the oracle

---------------------these Are desire-machine cinema calender of the
flesh eating heart ~ .

Oedipus Rex (Pasolini 1967) Oedipus kills his father

it's the father who's fearful. he was "warned' set up by the god machinery. barbarian despotic machine? end of line, dropspot? no other choice , out,
but the changeling Oedipus has to tear eyes, and body limbs off.
Ripping the dictionary of his body _ desire castigated self.



what does it mean? it means fatso is jealous of your loves. her weekly drawers cover'd with tent of troy? i have seen the cut up face of lie. she wont bury her ass in bumboy's cheek. i ave love with this wired fair of work .

shes on her knees her knees before daddy and his vernacular .

the problem with the weak is
they getinto everything like distilleries and dust.
molar puckers. hahahah

AntiOedipus came to hold my hand. She was Antigone.
to this elbow.
eggs and ribcage,
bawdy buds
to rhyme yer cahoots.



balance sheet

Hexcerpts from Félix Guattari, "Balance-Sheet Program for Desiring Machines," Chaosophy Plateau: New York: Semiotext[e], __ 1995 _______

"Oedipus will prompt a great many moans and whimpers yet. It will inspire research projects that are more and more unreal. It will continue to nourish dreams and phantasies. Oedipus is a vector: 4, 3, 2, 1, 0...Four is the famous fourth symbolical term, 3 is the triangulation, 2 is the dual images, 1 is narcissism, and 0 is the death instinct. Oedipus is the entropy of the desiring-machine, its tendency to external abolition." Yes,yes, it is so, dear lovers. of the Page and weeks. As when a bucket drops its entropy to end of terminus.


Wants to know when the notes were taken. cuts the knave off. worried notes to filter dissertation of awakened boats in moments of tiding down the folly ridden sea. not power's name, but the memoir of a molecule hunkered by shaped woods.

Outside the wood, a reckoning pass to cycloned legs which carry the title the tilter of your love.


Fanny but Franny

Fanny'd do anything to root her rhizome _'cluding sticking it up her arse . Fundaments becoming what they are . its hound dogs to prey. citroen to boogie woogie in the boulevards of back street dublin. a hip hip parade. not excatly soviet made materials but a spy ring to boot with her bootless circle to heaven eleven. shes maid to her parlour a petroleum babe to her swigging.

direct desire blocks to cutting hedge. Mona is Franny's girlfriend. To her dainty darling fides, shes marked tubes to her f_uc_k s. we wont say bad word as everyone knows her vase. What? come back here deleuze! shes sprinkling progress professors to her artaudian cave over any caesared bivouac.

She know what he was piddling caesura's

This little neptune 'll roll up your grapes ~ .



Raunchy Oedipus lifted up the sheets looked under the bed was amazed at what he found.

Mona is hearing

Mona is hearing tree cut . As will to which its fee haitch dee add to c# minor makes for injurious self-regard. Gad-fly to knight's ointment leaves check to mate. As usual embarrassed for sake. Not kimono to a wil-full tearing in the gown. Ground of becoming is her nearest fit.

She walk she walk she walk to compose tale. As on the altar of waves she's bidden the welfare goddess wait. Over a claypot of goddess its a slavish pout putting her absconded rite of before-handed bridge . Bricolage was clambered air. Her lover, stocked to her lesbian self's, doubled her arm. Caught by the cloud of cities she's fetched to woo her ape, her age across nethers and downs. Acre on acre works her saints day by day her lesser gold carried embroidery spinning its wooing cape.

More gooder book to her ass caverned to womb after womb.

Have faith'll travel shes honest goddess to her nape.

Add oubliette to punctual makes for a jiffy date, eh punk paler, sailor to her riding knaves.