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What if Oedipus killed his father and fucked his mother BEFORE the prophecy? Rather than asking what has Jesus added to the world, and to the Father, one should ask what has he removed. By refusing to commit to the prophecy, Oedipus "accidentally" fulfills it, by readily committing suicide, Jesus reveals the one thing that prophecy does not subsume, not so much its unironic fulfillment, but the event that precedes the prophecy, anti-predicting it, the Phenomenal excrement unexpectedly shoved back into the incontinent mouth of the Logos.

>>19100324

Addendum:

Recall the Pi scene where Max drills a hole in his head, what is the excrescence he drills into? If shaving his head is Mathematics, if his bare head is the Universe as earnestly "made of Numbers", then the excrescence is the very Subject, Max himself. The Subject exposed as an excrescence on the surface of the "Objective" world, simultaneously calling into question both the Subject and the world, pure malignant contiguity draining both of them of their alleged harmonious status, just as pure Mathematics is most removed from "Objectivity" and is likewise a kind of pure contiguity between two cadavers. The drilling being a fatal excess of crucifixion, crucifying the excrescence crucified onto his head, the excess itself perhaps being an orthogonal anti-contiguity "between" two deaths ending the two cadavers. Far from being a Catholic circumcision of the intellect, the scene exquisitely Gnostic, Max points at Yaldabaoth with his whole body.

Wrote these on /mu/ in a couple of "let's write Death Grips songs" threads, posting them here for posterity here because both desuarchive and moe suck a fat cock in hell:

DREAMED I DIED DROPPED MY MIGHT
FAR FROM WAKE IN PITCH BLACK DELIGHT
FREE FALL WON'T LET ME DOWN
IN THE SIGHTS
OUT MY MIND SLIGHTS AGAINST
CADAVER REWOUND REWOUND
AGAINST THE FREELY FALLING VOWS
SHOWED ME CHAMBER OF THE BRIDAL
WHENCE I DREAMED MY DEATH INSIDE OF
HELD FREE FALLING AS MY BRIDE
WALKING WAKING HUSK ANNULLED
PULLED DREAMWAYS BLIND WINDING SIDE
DIED

SLEEPWALKING SLEEPWRITING
DON'T WAKE ME DON'T MAKE ME
COVER YA MOUTH SO YOU DON'T
ACCIDENTALLY TAKE ME
SILENTLY SCREAMING WON'T
DO SHIT CUZ I'M NOT EVEN THERE
SEE?
GHOSTRIDER HYPNAGOGIC I TEAR
MY GLASSY EYES TURN YOUR BALLS TO ICE
IT WAS IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
LOCKED YOUR DOORS FROM THE INSIIIIIIIIIIDE SUFFICE
TO DEATH WHISPER RATTLE THAT I NEVER BROKE IN
GHOSTWROTE MY TEETH ROUND YOUR THROAT LIKE A VICE

>>18929411

Prefiguring Death Grips.