paranoid ...

paranoiac lacanians live on
mental gossip and the tatters of the mind wishing as always to reduce, to bind, to trammel.

_________________________________Wheras the ghost of Lacan is now in the afterlife

of immanence redoing his learning undoing his erudite mathemes to see the line of desire's fullness.
what's odd is that he never saw it before. that He never Saw She.


and the exact opposite [là tout contre], the creative function of an Outside that pushes through the middle, below and beside the signifying cuts, the living lines, the broken lines, the becomings of multiplicities—or multitudes—as “a line of flight or of variation that affects each system in preventing it from being homogeneous.”




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Rumour has it some idiots think the work I did with Felix and the work he did with me issome continuation of Lacan. Well, idiots. abound!

Who gives afuck??????????????????????????

test language Mister D ~ aa hush and whisper 'd be better?
clatter the ruin
tear the fort....

s it!it's me / So it's Lacan! that sort of shit" ___ O as if, Deluze and Guattari are Really Really just redoing Lacan __ idiots like this,
the word for them is Cops
Signifier police ___

whereas: and
Au contraire :

No one has ever been as deeply involved in

history as the schizo, or dealt with it in this way. He consumes all of
universal history in one fell swoop.

So stick that in
your castration

the History
of desire

For we know that a becoming that has been reduced ...to reductive reterritorializations is no longer Capitalism and Schizophrenia—it is Capitalism and Paranoia

Merci Monsieur Alliez ~




We're goin to detotalize all the parts. And add them up dictionary of space, the parts break into thousands of pieces and at the same instant the Same moment into replicas of the first whole part, the part that whole to begin with as they say. Even though there is no be gin. Be gin. Be drunk Be sober. Don't be a spy w hat is a spy ? a paranoia causing machine . Mona fracture spies, zooming her lens on them to talk to themselves dead. Abraham was not a spy, she was a god, her son was Ishmael. He had a rose,he plucked it next to her angelic arse. We retourne and reroute the farm of the brain. So whole bit part, so whole incest rose. Rose incest partings. Around multitudes.

the story becomes the tale of its parts. philosophical shuffle and ruffle and the inloveness of the thing in itself itself




The subject spreads itself out along the entire circumference

of the circle, the center of which has been abandoned by the ego.

At the
center is the desiring-machine, the celibate machine of the Eternal

A residual subject of the machine,

Nietzsche-as-subject garners

out, a product that the reader had thought to be no more than the
fragmented oeuvre by Nietzsche.

"Nietzsche believes that he is now

pursuing, not the realization of a system, but the application of a
program ... in the form of residues of the Nietzschean discourse, which
have now become the repertory, so to speak, of his histrioni-cism."

is not a matter of identifying with various historical personages, but
rather identifying the names of history with zones of intensity on the
body without organs; and each time Nietzsche-as-subject exclaims:

'They're me\ So it's me\" No one has ever been as deeply involved in

history as the schizo, or dealt with it in this way. He consumes all of
universal history in one fell swoop.

We began by defining him as Homo
natura, and lo and behold, he has turned out to be Homo historia.


long road that leads from the one to the other stretches from Holderlin
to Nietzsche, and the pace becomes faster and faster.

"The euphoria
could not be prolonged in Nietzsche for as long a time as the
contemplative alienation of Holderlin. . . .

The vision of the world
granted to Nietzsche does not inaugurate a more or less regular
succession of landscapes or still lifes, extending over a period of forty
years or so; it is, rather, a parody of the process of recollection of an
event: a single actor will play the whole of it in pantomime in the course

of a single solemn day—because the whole of it reaches expression and
then disappears once again in the space of just one day—even though it

may appear to have taken place between December 31 and January

6—in a realm above and beyond the usual rational calendar."

A/O 26-7