Leviathan 3

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The tower of temptation welcomes the God of Delirium! The gibbering mouth machines cascade down the tower, recording here and recording there; mass producing productions to be consumed, which is a production in itself. Even now suffering is a form of self-enjoyment and eating is a past time activity. The growth of these grotesque genealogies grips tight the empire and the rebel both. The planes of immanence have now been flipped and dissected, mismatched and rebuilt. Are they still even immanent? A gibber would say no. HA! Then gaze into the abyss and grab the lyre of Orpheus, for how else can one witness these miraculating machines of all kinds? Conviviality is out of the question at this time. Critiquing caretakers and care-taking critics (both machines), will be exiled them from the kingdom. Cast them into a (his)tory of madness away from good and evil and tucked deep in the fetishisms of yesterday. The divided mind twists and buckles but nearly never breaks. Birth forth clinics of totalitarian fury; the tower howls atop of the unearthly hill.

The purest of states of energy reside in the zone of intensity. Trapped between the God of Delirium and all the machines, desiring, paranoiac, miraculating, celibate and gibbering this pure state is bound to be inscribed, yet as soon as it is it is gone. This necessary consummation/consumption is the motivating force behind repressed intensity and each neurosis. Life-defamation at its core, this is the burning, living center of what we think is matter. The subject passes through a series of states of being, thus there is no-self, but, if there is luck, a subject is spread about the circumference of the ego abandoned. The God of Delirium will have the subject thinking that they have pasted through history, as the gibber mouths macerate the subject’s faculties. This will look as if the subject has been adorned with triumphant necklaces and head coverings of gold, yet this is what the God wants. Now what is left is a veritable group fantasy born from the blood of The Other. A tower to be worshiped rests among a hill, orbited by specters and machines alike. The organless body emerges from the surrounding ocean. Gaze upon this feeble madness and rest assured you will be recorded and inscribed!