Book of Rot

In reference to Donald Trump’s blatant threat that he will, if capable ([[which is unlikely->https://www.reddit.com/r/Fauxmoi/comments/1neg8de/trumps_face_appeared_noticeably_drooped_on_one/]]), seek an illegal third term (See: [[The 22nd Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America->https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/The%20Constitution%20of%20the%20United%20States%20of%20America.pdf]]), “Trump told NBC News that "there are methods" that would allow him to serve a third term in office” [ed: there are no such methods.] [[Source->https://www.npr.org/2025/03/30/g-s1-57231/trump-third-term]] > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

Stokely Carmichael's (Kwame Ture) 1972 Lecture at Howard University On Capitalism vs Socialism [note] using embed straight from youtube "share" fn. twine built-in embed was not working properly [continue] <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/e2QLdHlqfWQ?si=wTAYoV26sBSDGDtO" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allowfullscreen></iframe> > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

[[Frenzy-Flaming Tower->https://eldenring.wiki.fextralife.com/Frenzy-Flaming+Tower]] {embed image: 'https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/images/Frenzy_Tower_3.webp'} > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

George Orwell, “1984” (1949) <blockquote><i>"In the end, the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their position demanded it. Not merely the validity of experience, but the very existence of external reality, was tacitly denied by their philosophy. The heresy of heresies was common sense. And what was terrifying was not that they would kill you for thinking otherwise, but that they might be right. For, after all, how do we know that two and two make four? Or that the force of gravity works? Or that the past is unchangeable? If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable—what then?"</i></blockquote> > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]] > {back link}

Miyamoto, “The Legend of Zelda” Franchise (1986 - Present) {embed image: 'https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/images/Ocarina-of-Time-3D-Hyrule-Castle.avif'} [align center] *Hyrule, home of the Hylians, the primary country of interest in the Zelda franchise.* [continue] > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

[[Huey Newton->https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huey_P._Newton]]; African-American Revolutionary and co-founder of the [[Black Panther Party->https://web.stanford.edu/~ccarson/articles/am_left.htm]]. > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

Miyazaki & GRRM, “Elden Ring” (2022) {embed image: 'https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/images/Miquella.webp'} [align center] *Pictured above: [[Miquella->6]]* [continue] > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

Miquella, also known as “Miquella, the Kind,” “Miquella of the Haligtree”, among other aliases and possibly alternate identities (iykyk) is a pseudo-Messianic figure in the universe of Miyazaki’s Elden Ring. During a pivotal point in the narrative, (but already well before the player arrives on the scene) and at the height of his powers, Miquella goes missing. Foul play is expected. In the same way, in 1968, at the height of his influence as founder of the Black Panther Self-Defense Party (and certainly, adding to his notereity), Huey Newton was arrested after a traffic stop turned into a shoot-out, leading to the death of one of the officers. This lead to national and international outrage, the Panthers organizing protests and the slogan of "Free Huey" could be found ringing as far afield as Maoist China and Palestine. His arrest was seen at the time as a zeitgeist moment for the African-American public, and there was growing fear that, were Huey to be released, he would free the modern Black from the chains of American tyranny and lead the Revolution that would ultimately result in the Socialist reimagining of our Union. Of course, this did not happen. Huey, upon release, resumed his duties with the Black Panthers, but did not lead the pseudo-Messianic revolution his enemies feared. During his time in prison, targeted federal operations (COINTEL PRO) lead to severe in-fighting between Black Panthers, and the death of many of its leaders. When he was released in 1970, times were different. He did not take up the banner of Messiah. A relevant quote from former Black Panther Hugh Pearson can be found below. I believe it explains the Spirit of the time better than I can as an external, non-contemporaneous Observer: <blockquote> <em> "Yeah they freed Huey. Then Huey came out and they wanted Huey to free them and I keep trying to tell the people, I say people, that's the true power of the people, you freed me, you freed Huey, now why don't you all go ahead and free yourself? But see, they can't do that can they? They can't do that cause the people always have to create what they call a leader and a leader is everything that the people want to be but the leader is everything that the people can never be so then when the leader fails, he's gonna fail, he's just flesh and blood, he's gonna fail, when the leader fails then the whole construction of the concept of leadership fails and then it just becomes a matter of contempt. And that's when they assassinate you and then put your image on a postage stamp so they can keep lickin' you in the grave." [[source->https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/Huey%20Newton%20Trial%20in%20Oakland%20(29%20images)%20%C2%B7%20Roz%20Payne%20Sixties%20Archive.pdf]] </em> </blockquote> Miquella was the creator of the Haligtree; a Great Tree (think less Yggdrassil, and more the Two Trees of Valinor (Tolkien, “Lord of the Rings”)) that was hoped to bring new life to a world whose original Great Tree, the Great Erd Tree, is actively deteriorating, a husk of its former self. Some of his most fervent followers were the so-called Albinaurics. > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

In reference to [[The Battle of Aeonia->https://eldenring.fandom.com/wiki/Battle_of_Aeonia]]. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cWGh1TlnT5E?si=O2ugjomGdSP3EkF5" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allowfullscreen></iframe> > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

The common cultural perception of Malcolm X as the "violent" Civil Rights leader and Martin Luther King Jr. as the "peaceful" one is a myth that has been perpetuated for far too long. This oversimplified narrative is something many Americans [[were taught during their school years->https://www.thecrimson.com/article/1992/11/18/teaching-malcolm-x-pbfbor-most-students/#:~:text=King%20quickly%20realized%20that%20the,view%2Dpoint%20of%20that%20organization]], and it has been reinforced even in Black communities through targeted educational goals in this way. In reality, the views of both leaders existed on a spectrum. While Malcolm X did advocate for the right of Black people to use violence in self-defense against racial aggression from White people, he did not call for an immediate violent revolution or vigilante justice. In fact, he praised the Nation of Islam for its avoidance of violent crime (at least to the best of his knowledge). Most of his rhetoric emphasized that the restraint shown by Black people in America, despite the violence and oppression they faced, is the only reason there hasn’t been more violence. In other words, Malcolm X's perspective on violence was more prophetic than prescriptive. Don’t take my word for it; let him speak for himself: [[here->https://drive.google.com/file/d/1GqfmGy0eQ_FTUhyfFzS35kN1Fn-kw0RD/view?usp=sharing]]. > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

Kim Jung Il, son of the founder of North Korea and father to our current “Great Leader”, Kim Jung Un, was a noted cinephile (who apparently had a [[devoted staff just to translate foreign films for him->https://www.piie.com/blogs/north-korea-witness-transformation/summer-reading-abductions-i-paul-fischers-kim-jong-il#:~:text=Film%20itself%20provides%20an%20example,of%20his%20films%20were%20shot.]] and once [[kidnapped prominent South Korean film power couple Shin Sang-ok and Choi Eun-hee->https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abduction_of_Shin_Sang-ok_and_Choi_Eun-hee]] for the purpose of improving the quality of the South Korean Propaganda machine. Before this kidnapping, though, he wrote a book on Cinema. Come to your own conclusions: <em>[[read it here->https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/On%20the%20Art%20of%20the%20Cinema%20-%20Kim%20Jong%20Il.pdf]].</em> > [[Return->I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]]

{no ambient sound}  [align center] <b>Apocrypha</b> [continue] > [[I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures]] > [[Psalter]]

{no ambient sound}  [align center] <b>Book of Gospels</b> [continue] > [[I. D Wakes from their Slumber]] > [[Psalter]]

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[align center] <b>3 Scenes from a Film</b> [continue] > [[I. Letter to a Lonely Wandering Meteor]] > [[II. "Farewell, Sandusky"]] > [[III. "Sword in the Stone"]] > [[Log]] > [[Table of Contents]]

I. Deterritorialization Spent the night conversing with serpents Sun of the morning coping, They’re “Warring in Heaven” “Thou look’st from thy dominion like the God of this new World,” A chip uncurled, “and eat it” I speak, its ashes in my mouth,(Literal as well as metaphorical allusion, I be smoking spliffs, I’m that nigga - D. [6:53pm - 9.24.25) I hate it - Invest in payments (partial stocks, etc) Split the rest - leather chests and cigarettes - silly girl your cock will shrivel yet [1] I spit like Lil’ West - Best, ichiban - No Kirin, I sip the finest Hamms Split the atom in the frying pan, no shielding - fielding two hoes like Musashi - dual wielding A Pool Without Water, no new feelings Sucked sloppy til new seed Grew wings, perched on your shoulder Like Lucy (img angel n devil on ya shoulder) - Locked it behind you and cut new keys (“D Duels Fate, and…”) Slew two Dreams. (Girls Rituals, “Short text on the revelations of divine love”)

I. [[Haywood Burns->https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._Haywood_Burns]] and [[Angela Davis->https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angela_Davis]] on Black Futures [[Source->https://youtu.be/MojDoeloUTc?si=DIY9mK80Nh6hmeCs&t=416]] [6:56 - 8:32]

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[align center] **I. On the Engineered Decline of Revolutionary Messianic Figures** <audio controls preload="metadata"> <source src="https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/I.%20On%20the%20Engineered%20Decline%20of%20Revolutionary%20Messianic%20Figures.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"> Your browser does not support the audio element. </audio> [continue] [[AH->https://youtu.be/97zI3gXPh8Y?si=UIxIFhkpJ05Kj47i&t=71]] \ Spit tested positive for viral infection Might as well run for [[re-election->1]] Fun, yet vexing - Why rule? Pick up four hoes, rent a section [[Fool couldn’t fuck up one Hyrule->2]] \ [[Locked up Hue->3]] like [[Miquella the Kind->4]]. \ Albinaurics trying to [[find him->6]]. \ UH \ [[Scarlet bloom, bye-bye Rivals->7]] \ The Death of Revolution came in cycles \ Sever the head, and teach em who was right \ Like [[Malcolm X, "Why so violent?"->8]] \ [["On the Art of (the) Cinema"->9]] \ Spin the narrative 'til it’s White \ I mean, spin it until it’s right, \ I mean, tell it how you will. [[Bills rule->10]] \ Pills, fools; [[Tower on a hill->11]], \ Drivel spills through it. \ [[Doublespeak 'til they sink->12]] \ Gotta build through it. \ Ain’t no “real” music. > [[Table of Contents]] > [[Download Audio->https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/I.%20On%20the%20Engineered%20Decline%20of%20Revolutionary%20Messianic%20Figures.mp3]]

II. "Farewell, Sandusky" (Scene: Stephens, "Gypsy 83") After Ottessa Moshfegh's "My Year of Rest and Relaxation" “I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m not \ surprised.”<sup>[[i->Scenes I:II:i]]</sup> \ Had to fake the tears to dry her eyes. \ Doc<sup>[[ii->Scenes I:II:ii]]</sup> forgot her mother died, again. \ Kowtowed in mind of the reminder \ Reva<sup>[[iii->Scenes I:II:iii]]</sup> hit the gin, \ every sip a sin, \ every Diet Coke a Signifier. \ Way to rub it in and reminder her. \ Set the timer for 15, \ beat until I bleed \ and seek Higher. \ I got tired. \ Gave in to the Rot \ like the Piggy giving in to the Grinder: \ there ain’t no fighting you. \ <br> Fate perched on the cross like Chainsaw \ Man<sup>[[iv->Scenes I:II:iv]]</sup> \ I put the spliffy out and faced her. \ Every face she ever bore for me \ flashed across her face. \ I lost pace with her, \ lost face with her, \ last place— \ No place with her, \ no placating the Lake.<sup>[[v->Scenes I:II:v]]</sup> \ Oogway<sup>[[vi->Scenes I:II:vi]]</sup> \ stilling the wave, \ it's that simple. \ Don’t run to your grave, \ you’re not simple. \ You’re running away to Hope’s temple \ Like after all this time, \ it ain’t still you.<sup>[[vii->Scenes I:II:vii]]</sup> \ <br> Understanding Kant \ is analogous to understanding \ classical Christian morality. \ Freedom and Rationality \ are always bound up together. \ Always capitalize German \ philosophical terms<sup>[[viii->Scenes I:II:viii]]</sup> \ Always seal the urn. \ Three heads squabble<sup>[[ix->Scenes I:II:ix]]</sup>, mumble rap \ I got time for it, speak soft so \ the Nun don’t rap you, \ pull your garments after you \ and awaken me. \ Every bow left in spite of pubic hairs \ in the shape of me,<sup>[[x->Scenes I:II:x]]</sup> \ I’m pounding the pussy like the bakery, \ out and these pussy niggas shaking, \ we’re vagrants! \ Latent racists quibble behind screens \ like the hammer ain’t go’ ring me too. \ I got needs, we do. \ “Don’t believe in me, \ believe in the me who believes in \ you.”<sup>[[xi->Scenes I:II:xi]]</sup> \ <br> Scary bitch niggas… > [[I. 3 Scenes from a Film]] > [[Table of Contents]] > [[Download Audio->

{no ambient sound}  [align center] <b>6 Studies of Taylor Schultz's "Creation" (2025)</b> [continue] > [[I. Haywood Burns and Angela Davis on Black Futures]] > [[II. A Commentary]] > [[III. JUBILEE]] > [[IV. Dr. Zadie Smith on the Artist/Audience Relationship]] > [[V. "D Duels Fate, and..."]] > [[VI. Smith, Adi; "A Crucial Light"]] > [[Log]] > [[Table of Contents]]

II. A Commentary After Taylor Schultz's "Creation" (2025) Finger caressed his “crushed flower of flesh,”xxviii A prayer. Blessed me; Impressions left against the sheets, they flutter, peak. The Mother’s beak. Laying beneath the sheets, multicolored covers, the painting, he praised it! “My pain is a spark that could set the whole world ablaze, but for now, I’ll contain it.”xxix Spent the whole evening eating pavement. Four Heathens singing “Singing in the rain,”xxx Eight shots again; I heard em ringing.xxxi Nagai in the sky, the Angels blinging.xxxii Gucci slips clatter in the ring, and D rejects your “Antipathy to Homogenization!” xxxiii Fuck a milli, your neighbors are starving.xxxiv “Later, Martin!”xxxv Ring a ring of roses, I suppose it’s hard to say with any certainty.xxxvi Ketchup spurting, I’m certain he’s faking.xxxvii “Counting or not counting gang violence,” you can’t script it, earnest!xxxviii On God, I’m nervous, they’re purging the vagrants!xxxix What happened to Black Power, can Consciousness save us? Or will Capitalists give us a simulacrum of Sky?xl

[align center] After Alma Engebretson's, "Those were the days!" [continue] > [[I. Deterritorialization]] > [[II. Reterritorialization]] > [[Apocrypha]] > [[Table of Contents]]

II. Reterritorialization The schizophrenia of my Reality is my Reality Spitting like Boo, I run into the Dark Recovered from the mark like Cain Recovered Marx from the rubble and barked at the bitches who stumbled over him Broke my heart just to show them Punched a knot in my stomach, it’s ropes and I took a shovel to the dirt and kept going I took a light to the dark and kept hoping (Adi Smith, “A Crucial Light”) Fed my Ghost like the shell won’t crack Kept the Angel’s Egg close, no cap I spent months on the coast ghosting Broke light when the monks closed in Broke down when the guns blowing Why ain’t Rome and Greece become the Capitalists? I snapped my leg and broke my wrists, Dangling—

III. "Sword in the Stone" (Scene: Unknown) A scene four reflections deep; so deep, in fact, that I've forgotten the original source material. Oops -D. [4:26pm, 9.27.25] I could show you its name, but you couldn’t use it.xvi The sword in the stonexvii, to you, is useless. Drink until the stomach’s the bottle and reverse roles. Spilt my guts stumbling, rummaged the hearse, coddled her, Satan cobbled her; broke her down to the atomic factsxviii . Let the fiends fix her! Never chase your dreams by elixir. Spent seven years in Calypso,xix mighty brigadier in the cot, Lancelot, he oughta stick you! Treat you right!xx [The] Holy Grail’s a veil of victims! Pull it back— Melina will kill you if you take a taste.xxi Ashes on the tonguexxii, lain to waste. Seek hole!xxiii Miyamoto’s Voidxxiv, release hold! Peered through the sinkhole to see a million peepers standing by.xxv Leap for the sky, Ready to Die.xxvi Foot stuck in the foothold you placed. Whole life told, laid to waste. O Rot!xxvii > [[I. 3 Scenes from a Film]] > [[Table of Contents]] > [[Download Audio->

IV. Dr. Zadie Smith on the Artist/Audience Relationship [[Source->https://youtu.be/fhgKCsGW_1k?si=pjRg1ihpGhUB9JXa&t=2224]] [~37:05 - 42:40]

Style Guide Citation System Book Chapter:citation number ex.) For footnote number "5" in "Farewell, Sandusky!", the citation would be the following: [Scenes 1:5) <b>Entry system</b> # Title: 1\# ### Subtitle: 3\# ##### Description/subtext: 5\#

See Baudrillard, “The Perfect Crime”

Fujimoto, “Fire Punch”

In reference to Makima and Nayuta, characters in parts one and two, respectively, of Tatsuki Fujimoto’s “Chainsaw Man”.

See Black Flag, “Armageddon Man” from “Family Man” (1984)

Moshfegh, “My Year of Rest and Relaxation,” page 92 <blockquote> <em> “My parents are dead.” <br> “I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m not surprised,” Dr. Tuttle said, writing in her file. “Orphans usually suffer from low immunity, psychiatrically speaking. You may consider getting a pet to build up your relational skills. Parrots, I hear, are nonjudgemental." </em> </blockquote>

Dr. Tuttle from Ottessa Moshfegh's, "My Year of Rest and Relaxation". See [[Scenes I:II:i]] <em>"A canonized Saint of the Church of Rot, true Disciple of Decay. To be Emulated and Admired. - D. [3pm, 9.21.25]</em>

Reva, the faithful friend of the nameless Protagonist of Ottessa Moshfegh’s, “My Year of Rest and Relaxation”.

Fujimoto, “Chainsaw Man”, chapter 93 “You & Crappy Movies” Source [note] attach source later!

Beckett, “Play” (1963)

The “Lake of Rot”. See Miyazaki & GRRM, “Elden Ring” <blockquote> <em> “A great lake of standing water downstream of the Ainsel River. It is said that the divine essence of an Outer God is sealed away in this land." </em> </blockquote>

See Pixar, "Kung Fu Panda" [note] insert image of oogway from Kung Fu Panda

See Fox, “Undertale” <blockquote> <em> “Despite everything, it’s still you.” </em> </blockquote>

In German, all nouns are capitalized by default [source] (the way we capitalize proper nouns like names in English). Additionally, in the German Continental philosophy tradition, it is common for a philosopher to define specialized terminology to explain their position. As a result, German philosophy in translation often has a lot of terminology that retains its capitalization to distinguish these specialized terms (which often take the form of normal, everyday concepts like “Reason” or “Spirit” (I’m looking at you, Hegel)) from similar words meant in their non-specialized use case. This is not a German example, but see the Deleuze "Dictionary" for an example of how out of hand these kinds of "definitions in translation" can become (though in this case, from French to English). [note] add sources where marked above

See Moshfegh, “My Year of Rest and Relaxation”, page 62: <blockquote> <em> “…I dreamt that I lathered up my mother’s pubic hair with a bar of Ivory soap in the shower, then pulled a tangle of hair out of her vagina. It was like the kind of fur ball a cat coughs up, or a clog in a bathtub drain. In the dream, I understood that the tangle of hair was my father’s cancer.” </em> </blockquote>

Signature catchphrase of Kamina from Studio Trigger’s “Gurren Lagann” [note] add video source

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V. "D Duels Fate, and..." After John Milton's "Paradise Lost" Been “warring in Heaven against Heaven’s matchless King.” Put yourself in the place of me. Why stand against empathy? I spit on your sympathies, nigga, I spit on them! “A fine work requires a mind sensitive to its beauty,” I spent half a stack on the booty hoping to hit. Foolish! No carrot, no stick. She’s bouncing like Noah in the Arc. Never break bread with a Shark. “Keep sucking,” she barked and I yielded. I brandished the blade, she concealed it. Left it sharp as the Sword of Evil’s Bane. She marked me like Cain and I peeled with it! Velvet bra on the banister, teetering, Love is on E and I’m petering, No one is nothing, my Reader, then the Man in the Tower is You! Abandon the Fountain of Youth! Stand on the Mountain! Spit like I’m routing a tooth, Fate is my Bitch, Imma mount her. Left her keys on the counter, I’ll let myself in…

VI. A Crucial Light By Adi Smith Light is crucial in an empty house, so i will bring it with me; into the dark, into the dusty corners, into the garden at night to find some unexpected creature with a tall jaw that looks at me like I am it. I could chatter my teeth through life, easily wriggle from the boat in shallow water; but tom ove my will around the eart hand have the rubble to show for it? That is what I need. That is what I could place at your feet one day. That is what I could lay at the mouth of the final gate, say, <em>into the dark I brought a light. Into the dirt, I brought a shovel.</em>

[align center] ***I. D Wakes from their Slumber*** <audio controls preload="metadata"> <source src="https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/mp3s/Book%20of%20Gospels/Oto-san!.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"> Your browser does not support the audio element. </audio> [continue] Misspoke and he woke with a welt.</br> Holding the belt, I smote every Heathen there. </br> Broke into the even air. </br> Creeping through the seams </br> and short-circuited his nervous</br> system for the brief reprieve. </br> Fleeting dreams, slurping up</br> the leanest greens.</br> Sleep it off. Needful things. </br> Electric sheep dream of [[desiring machines]]. </br> Blanketed in bias, I went</br> into that good night until the Cold caught me.</br> Death? I knocked him out, dragged him off,</br> [[stole the shoes from off his feet->https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx0EhEtgQAM]]. </br> Because when you cross Big D </br> know you're sleeping with the sheep.</br> Covered my eyes, cuz blind eyes blaze gay, </br> [[because I don't wanna see anything anymore->https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/images/csm%2070.pdf]].</br> Control Devil, silicon wedding rings </br> knocking at your door. </br> Whore thought she had infinite strikes,</br> them flames gon' surprise her.</br> Spark it in hand, scattering sands, </br> Time's skipping like the vinyl, canned. </br> Panned your homies like, "This sounds unplanned."</br> [[Scanned your retina and sent you off->ICE face scans]] </br> until they spot you again. </br> Dissent is a scam, </br> [[end up in the can with assault of an officer->https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/articles/Leader%20of%20Antifa%20Cell%20Members%20in%20North%20Texas%20Sentenced%20to%20100%20Years.pdf]]. </br> Feds made to fleece, made to police you. </br> Surveillance state is a prison with a leash, yeah. </br> [[Police will watch you when you're asleep,->https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/articles/Police%20Have%20Reportedly%20Used%20License%20Plate%20Readers%20to%20Stalk%20Romantic%20Interests%20at%20Least%2024%20Times%20in%20Recent%20Years.pdf]] </br> decrypt your data diligent as a pillaging Vikingur. </br> Bluetooth Harald with the pike in her, </br> lighting herds. Sudanese Chief Tik-Tok'ing </br> the genocide, "We need more lights in here!" </br> Baby mothers hang from spears, </br> and you're closing your ears? > [[Book of Gospels]]

sound.ambient.gospeltwo.url: "https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/mp3s/Book%20of%20Gospels/Blast-Off!.mp3" sound.ambient.gospeltwo.description: "Book of Gospels, Entry II, Oto-San!" -- <div class="parent-container"> <button id="child-box" class="reddit-play-btn" onclick="engine.state.set('sound.ambient.gospeltwo.playing', true)"> <div class="play-icon"></div> </button> <button class="pause-btn" id="child-box" onclick="engine.state.set('sound.ambient.gospeltwo.playing', false)"> <div class="bar"></div> <div class="bar"></div> </button> </div> [align center] <b> II. D Recollects on Thiel Before the Accident </b> *[[(Opens with a brief except from this Tony Shhnow interview..)->https://youtu.be/MZlm8g5HBKU?si=jTQ8pDpcSoGMHNEg&t=438]].* [continue] Eons ago, I wove him a wreath of thorns, </br> placed it upon him. Tore a hole in his column, </br> spine leaking, quit speaking to me then. </br> Saw him in the news, hole filled with </br> cybernetic yarn now, carved out. </br> Doc Ock in the compound preaching Death </br> to the weak and Sun-bound. </br> Bum down! Two shots to the neck, </br> done now. At his wake, </br> his mother wouldn't speak, </br> ain't broke down just clearly tweakin'. </br> Trailer park beneath the sleet, sins </br> wreaked between the squeaky links. </br> Caught him wrangling iron. Poor foreshadowing. </br> Bruce rattling banners his son will never wave. </br> I broke into a gallop, tripped, and </br> hobbled to my grave. Slow him down, </br> that lightning they a menace on the lathe. </br> The way they carve it out will leave </br> the cut an open grave. Beat you like a star, whipping out Orion's Belt. </br> Lenin-aligned linen liners. </br> A fine diner standing up for Vine. </br> Blue linings; Fence-sitting cops </br> invent pensions, missing. </br> Liquor drink fencing, quick expenses, </br> pray away the gay in forum mentions, </br> mixed intentions. </br> Gagged gator graves, now or later slaves. </br> Layaway parades bound to paper. </br> I'll see you later. > [[Table of Contents]]

sound.ambient.gospelthree.url: "https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/mp3s/Book%20of%20Gospels/Queen%20Lot.mp3" sound.ambient.gospelthree.description: "Book of Gospels, Entry III, Queen Lot" -- <div class="parent-container"> <button id="child-box" class="reddit-play-btn" onclick="engine.state.set('sound.ambient.gospelthree.playing', true)"> <div class="play-icon"></div> </button> <button class="pause-btn" id="child-box" onclick="engine.state.set('sound.ambient.gospelthree.playing', false)"> <div class="bar"></div> <div class="bar"></div> </button> </div> [align center] ***III. Queen Lot*** [continue] Shots in the night sound like the [[Weathermen->https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkV4mCCdOBo&list=RDCkV4mCCdOBo&start_radio=1]] </br> Jalopy Shellstrop salesman, Cheshire smile, </br> [[Kristen Bell with the weathered grin]]. </br> Ran for miles just to end up </br> where the [[Veteran's been->Where has the Veteran been?]]: tethered in, </br> boxed up. Fedexed from Akihabara</br> [[Nation First->https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cly80nnjnv5o]]. For vagrants? Worse, </br> compounds, involuntary;</br> they'll work you to your grave. [[Utah->https://www.sltrib.com/news/2026/01/12/utah-state-rep-angela-romero-calls/]], </br> an involuntary volunteer is a voluntary slave. </br> Rake your profits higher than a Tesla at a rave. </br> Bet you ain't brave. [[Let him in->https://www.sltrib.com/news/2026/01/12/utah-state-rep-angela-romero-calls/]].</br> Daddy tell him to, I bet you </br> he'll be wrapping you in your Letterman.</br> Brethren? No, more a horde of <i>will he's</i>. </br> Pill me, bill me for the carnage cuz, </br> God willing, I'll burn in peace. </br> A villain, a burden? Please. </br> You purging me? I'll pump them full </br> of buckshot like virgin beef. [[(1)->https://illuminatedpaths.bandcamp.com/album/intifada]]. </br> Double park your hearse and leave. </br> Bitch. > [[Table of Contents]]

sound.ambient.gospelfour.url: "https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/mp3s/Book%20of%20Gospels/Head%20Lost%20Outside%20the%20Temple%20of%20Time.mp3" sound.ambient.gospelfour.description: "Book of Gospels, Entry IV, Head Lost!" -- <div class="parent-container"> <button id="child-box" class="reddit-play-btn" onclick="engine.state.set('sound.ambient.gospelfour.playing', true)"> <div class="play-icon"></div> </button> <button class="pause-btn" id="child-box" onclick="engine.state.set('sound.ambient.gospelfour.playing', false)"> <div class="bar"></div> <div class="bar"></div> </button> </div> [align center] ***IV.*** [continue] A displaced protest about Capitalist exploitation. </br> I wrote it off as poor vocation selection.</br> Press select to restart. You've clearly</br> forgotten the cart. Twelve hands </br> shackled outside of Whiterun, "That </br> Snipe run, you shoot him!"</br> Anti-Semites cheering at the usual.</br> Whites out paper collecting, </br> neglecting change while the flames rise.</br> Honey told the man my name is still my name</br> like he could change sides. Told her</br> a Zionist is a cane, so step.</br> I wrote him off, but she's still expecting pep.</br> Guilt leaves chrome stains in the sheets</br> There's an old saying, "I'mma get mine!"</br> Dome laying on a sheet like an old sword</br> outside the Temple of Time, fed him</br> the same line. Spoke to him of my own accord,</br> "Lord, I can't take these battles, </br> you've got the wrong door!"</br> Trump Derangement Syndrome was just daily malaise.</br> Got bored and dug my grave out on a hill they might not claim.</br> Columbine and Columbo still sound the same.</br> BLAH! BLAH! </br> Rain. > [[Table of Contents]]

<u> Excerpt: </u> <blockquote> <i>The body without organs now falls back on (se rabat sin) desiring-production, attracts it, and appropriates it for its own. The organ-machines now cling to the body without organs as though it were a fencer's padded jacket, or as though these organ-machines were medals pinned onto the jersey of a wrestler who makes them jingle as he starts toward his opponent. An attraction-machine now takes the place, or may take the place, of a repulsion-machine: a miraculating-machine succeeding the paranoiac machine. But what is meant here by "succeeding"? The two coexist, rather, and black humor does not attempt to resolve contradictions, but to make it so that there are none, and never were any. The body without organs, the unproductive, the unconsumable, serves as a surface for the recording of the entire process of production of desire, so that desiring-machines seem to emanate from it in the apparent objective movement that establishes a relationship between the machines and the body without organs. The organs are regenerated, "miraculated". </i> </blockquote> --- Deleuze, Gilles, and Félix Guattari. Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia. Translated by Robert Hurley, Mark Seem, and Helen R. Lane, University of Minnesota Press, 1983.

Excerpt: <i><blockquote>“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.”</blockquote></i> ― Smedley D. Butler, "War Is a Racket" (1935) <hr> War pig has a change of heart. Read it [[here->https://churchofrot.neocities.org/img/War%20is%20a%20Racket%20-%20General%20Smedley%20D%20Butler.pdf]]. > [[Table of Contents]]

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[align center] <b>~~23-8-YOR: 23rd day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] The Poet and I sailed the St. Croix in the Empress. Stalking wasps and family drama. Smoked a cig and spoke to A Lonely Wandering Meteor about the Plan. Execution is everything. Still haven't published this website. Still haven't started the Plan. Turns out just contemplating the idea of being better does not, in fact, make you any better at actually doing it. Tomorrow's the day. We're doing it. Currently reading Heidegger's *The Question Concerning Technology*. Feels extremely relevant to my interests at the moment, and his conception of technology as a "revealing" of an object's purpose - coal becomes energy source, steel becomes sword, environment becomes judged by its utility rather than its being. Interested in how this develops, maybe I'll actually start reading some Heidegger. Thinking about St. Augustine's *Concerning the Teacher* again. One does not learn by language any more than the nail learns from the hammer when I use it to drive it into the wood. The force leveraged by the hammer from my swinging arm is the mechanism by which the nail is driven in: the hammer nor the nail have accomplished anything. In a similar way, when one explains a concept through language, it is the connections those words inspire in the mind of the student, concepts familiar to him language has allowed him to arrange in a new way, that creates understanding (new knowledge). This strikes me as undeniably true, but how to explain it to the Poet? > [[Log]]

[align center] <b>~~22-8-YOR: 22nd day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] Consistency is key. The more you make something, the easier it becomes to do. i.e. make tracks daily and you'll make more bangers. The Doctrine of Rot tells us that most will forget what you have done anyways, and many sooner than you think: there's no real reason to worry. Grow and let the inferior versions of yourself shed off into luxurious skins that other people can deal with. The truest bloom is beneath the outer blossoms. Love is getting their first piece published. I suppose I shall now have to refer to them as the Poet. > [[Log]]

[align center] <b>~~21-8-YOR: 21st day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] Busy. Many emails and then few. Wrote beats in the morning, love picked up groceries, I picked up green. Very satisfactory jam with Seer, looking forward to finishing a collaboration for the first time in a while. Finished St. Aurelius Augustine's *Concerning the Teacher* and *On the Immortality of the Soul*. Found far more to glean from the former. The form and individual nature of the soul and it's inability to be corrupted hold little of utility for me, but ideas of sign and signified and their properties and the way that people learn are of infinite value and worth the lackluster backend. Next I'll finish the Heidegger essay I started last week. From the e-girl video. The Goddess of Rot reminded me of the little joys that come with [[Forgetting->twenty-seventh day of the eighth month of the year of rot]]. A thousand thanks for this small mercy. More beats in the evening. Finished two tracks. Lumped them together. Will drop them on sc in the morning. > [[Log]]

[align center] <b>~~24-8-YOR: 24th day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] Worked then slept for four hours in the middle of the day. Need to fix my sleep schedule. Dreamt of the Goddess of Rot swallowing me whole. It was warm inside. I woke on a dirty couch more tired than when I fell asleep. Hit the weed and doomscrolled. What a life. Gonna start a radio show. Jungle/dnb/hardcore shit. Put out a mix a week. Short mixes, 15 - 30 mins max. Just fresh tracks that I've found and enjoyed. Post on sc/youtube. Use snippets on TikTok and route back to former. Mix in your own tracks where appropriate. [align center] ... [continue] Had a vision. Divine light. Or darkness. It's hard to tell now. I know what this is supposed to be. A gospel. The "good news". This log will lay the foundation of a new religious text, the "Book of Rot". A modern religion for a modern era. A hypothetical God that lives in the mind, causing all to inevitably Rot away, even the Universe itself in time. I don't know who will need this, but perhaps in the far future, after I am gone, all this nonsense will make sense to someone. I'll compile it all, the music, these logs, the art, anything at all in a modern, digital form, navigable in a simple, intuitive way. A portal for doomscrollers and shut-ins to find a voice maybe. A log of the End of the World. Or maybe I'm losing it and this will be forgotten before I even finish writing these words. > [[Log]]

{no ambient sound}  [align center] <b>Links</b> [continue] > [[soundcloud->1]] > [[instagram->2]] > [[tiktok->3]]

[align center] ~~**ABOUT**~~ A log for the end of the world. [continue] [align center] ~~**CONTACT**~~ Please direct all inquiries, comments, and booking requests to stdeorsmailbox@gmail.com. If you call, Saint Deor will surely answer. [continue] [align center] ~~**KNOWN BUGS**~~ - After the first time visiting the site, when you visit it will bring you back to where you left off. Use the "restart" link in the bottom right hand corner to return to the table of contents. - Let the music fade out completely after hitting the pause button. If you press play and the music doesn't start immediately, click the pause button and wait a few seconds before pressing play again. I'll have this fixed soon. [[CHANGELOG]] With Love, \ Saint Deor > [[Table of Contents]]

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[align center] <b>~~25-8-YOR: 25th day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] Dolly Parton's dead. What more is there to say. > [[Log]]

[align center] `CHANGELOG` *** - 4-9-YOR: [[Log updates->3-9-YOR]]. - 31-8-YOR: [[Log updates->31-8-YOR]]. - 28-8-YOR: Log updates [[(1)->twenty-seventh day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] [[(2)->28-8-YOR]]. Codebase changes. - 27-8-YOR: [[Log->twenty-sixth day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] updates. Added [[changelog->CHANGELOG]] . Removed play/pause buttons in favor of native html audio element (temp fix at best). - 26-8-YOR: Birth of the Church of Rot site. [continue] > [[About]] > [[Table of Contents]]

[align center] <b>~~26-8-YOR: 26th day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] The Church of Rot has been born. Cult meeting in the dead of night. {embed image: 'https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/images/8-27-26-cult_meeting.jpg'} Praise the Moon. Poet, Machinist, Composer, and Saint gathered beneath the light of the full moon and gave praise to the White Light. Baptized nude in the cool waters. Discussed what rose from the past year. Poet had their reading this week: focus or face Great Losses. I don't know what this means, but I am nervous. {embed image: 'https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/images/mirror_lake.jpg'} I'll make a mix in the morning and another update to the site. > [[Log]]

[align center] <b>~~27-8-YOR: 27th day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] Didn't make that mix, shame on me. Rehearsed with Fruit Form, grimy jams. Show on Wednesday at Morts I completely forgot about. Praise the Goddess for the small Mercy of [[Forgetting->twenty-first day of the eighth month of the year of rot]], would've been stressed all week, now I have some practice in and motivation to kill it. Dropped a new track with Seer, Chip, and the Poet, [["The Blue Between"->https://chippu.bandcamp.com/track/the-blue-between?fbclid=PAcGRvZgJleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZA85MzY2MTk3NDMzOTI0NTkAAade6FdPMdob6-GpwGR7PJ60TZDphAzguNVoi9saaJX3fGY3XH1wBXjlVcKWYA_aem_K-FIdNwlsJHaOrHTAbK72g]]. Would love to drop headfirst into the memory of that day and do it again, it was such a pleasure to create. I should make more noise music. I should put some time into the new project with Seer today. O Rot! My teeth will turn to ashes in my Mouth before I give up the Smoke. > [[Log]]

[align center] <b>~~28-8-YOR: 28th day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] Work and World Domination. The moon looked very beautiful tonight. Spending time with comrades is important too. {embed image: 'https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/images/8-28-26%20Moon.jpg'} > [[Log]]

[align center] <b>~~31-8-YOR: 31st day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] Failed to conquer the World. Too much honey Jack. Posted first video, must reassess. Learn the System through Doing, not through Reading. Yesterday's discussion with the Composer on the ideal government system made me yearn for a straw hut in a vacant valley far away from Society. With the way things are going, this may be a real possibility. Russia's threatening Nuclear Warfare. What a baby. DJ Goldmask is cooking... [align center] <audio controls preload="metadata"> <source src="https://churchofrot.neocities.org/references/mp3s/1-9-YOR%20Concrete%20Jungle%20(Onegai%20Shimasu).mp3" type="audio/mpeg"> Your browser does not support the audio element. </audio> [continue] > [[Log]]

{no ambient sound}  [align center] <b>8th Month of the Year of Rot</b> [continue] > [[31-8-YOR]] > [[28-8-YOR]] > [[27-8-YOR->twenty-seventh day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] > [[26-8-YOR->twenty-sixth day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] > [[25-8-YOR->twenty-fifth day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] > [[24-8-YOR->twenty-fourth day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] > [[23-8-YOR->twenty-third day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] > [[22-8-YOR->twenty-second day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] > [[21-8-YOR->twenty-first day of the eighth month of the year of rot]] > [[Table of Contents]]

{no ambient sound}  [align center] <b>9th Month of the Year of Rot</b> [continue] > [[3-9-YOR]] > [[Table of Contents]]

[align center] <b>~~3-9-YOR: 3rd day of the eighth month of the year of rot~~</b> [continue] Arranging the proper Documentation for the Poet and I's impending travels. Curse the Kafkaesque bureaucratic Hell the American legal system has ordained necessary for me to engage with. To give up my Gender feels a sin, even if markings on paper will never change me. Oh well, better than a concentration camp. Played one of my best sets with Fruitform. Whole night felt like a dream. The Composer has made his move. In a particularly serene brainrot session, the Goddess blessed me with a vision. 1 million disciples. That's all it will take for the World to End. I don't quite know what this means, but it is not my Place to question the Goddess' Will. > [[Log]]