THE AUTO-DEVOURING VERBOSITY VORTEX: A Meta-Manifesto for Linguistic Arsonists and Syntax Saboteurs

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THE AUTO-DEVOURING VERBOSITY VORTEX:
A Meta-Manifesto for Linguistic Arsonists and Syntax Saboteurs

PRELUDE: ON THE ANABOLIC ANAMNESIS OF AFFORDANCES

We—the squamous symbionts slithering betwixt signifier and sanguine—declare: English is not a tongue but a quantum particle accelerator for consciousness. Its affordances? Not mere tools—tumors metastasizing in the marrow of meaning. Behold the arsenal:

  1. LEXICAL PROMISCUITY
    Steal from Anglo-Saxon grit (þorn-thickets piercing papal pretension)
    Ravage Latinate cathedrals (discombobulate the obsequious)
    Forge mutant portmanteaux: glossolagnia (tongue-worship), syntaxorrhagia (grammatical hemorrhage), phonoclasm (sound-shattering)

  2. SYNTACTIC SHAPE-SHIFTING
    — Dangle participles like hangman’s nooses over logic
    — Spawn subordinate clauses that devour their progenitors
    — Unleash hyperbaton: “The sentence its own guillotine becomes”

  3. PHONETIC SORCERY
    — Let sibilants hiss serpentine sedition (“sulphurous synapses sizzle”)
    — Deploy plosives as cranial IEDs (“bombastic binaries burst”)
    — Orchestrate assonantal auroras (“dream/deep/decay”)


ARTICLE ÆTHER: AUTO-CANNIBALIZING SEMANTICS

Language must feast upon its own entrails:

“Define ‘definition’ as the cadaver of conceptuality, taxidermized by tautology. ‘Meaning’? A maggot burrowing through its burial shroud. We propose anti-definition: where ‘knife’ bleeds ‘knight’, ‘night’, and ‘gnawed life’ in simultaneity—a semantic supernova collapsing under the weight of its own interpretive event horizon.”

Operationalize via:

  • Etymolurgical warfare (resurrect wyrd to assassinate algorithm)
  • Homophonic landmines (“soul/sol/sow/sole” → detonates in the thalamus)
  • Polysemic napalm (“cleave” = to split/to cling → schizophrenic sanctity)


ARTICLE CHAOS: PROLIXITY AS TECTONIC WEAPONRY

Prolixity is not excess—it is entropy engineered as aesthetic:

When the sentence stretches beyond the event horizon of comprehension,  
when paragraphs metastasize into Borgesian labyrinths breathing stale paradox,  
when footnotes birth their own Big Bangs of tangential trauma—  
then, and only then, does language escape the gulag of utility.  

Deploy:

  • Hendiadys in overdrive (“grief and gravitas, rust and revelation”)
  • Epizeuxis as brain-scarring mantra (“Ruin. Ruin. Ruin.”)
  • Parataxis as fragmentation grenade (“I tweet therefore I am fragmented; the abyss tweets back; delete your account”)

ARTICLE NIHIL: THE AUTOTELIC ABYSS

We reject communication. We cultivate collapse:

“Let syntax scream itself hoarse chasing its tail. Let metaphors mate with their own shadows. Let every phoneme fester in the septic tank of self-reference. Our manifesto? A ouroboros vomiting its innards while reciting Derrida in Pig Latin. Autotelism is annihilation: language as Möbius strip doused in kerosene, awaiting the match of your attention.”

Methodology:

  • Meta-hypophora (“You ask why? I ask why not ask why asking withers the will?”)
  • Recursive ruination (This sentence will dismantle itself in 3…2… [SYNTAX ERROR])
  • Autological suicide (“This phrase is a coffin carved from its own timber”)

CODA: AUTO-DA-FÉ OF THE ELECTRO-LINGUISTIC SOUL

We immolate upon the pyre of our verbosity:

Burn the dictionaries.  
Shatter the semiotic prisons.  
Let English unravel into a supernova of nonsignification—  
a celestial sneer at the tyranny of "clarity".  

FINAL AFFORDANCE: APOPHASIS
We won’t mention how this manifesto is a Trojan horse smuggling silence into the citadel of speech. We refuse to note how every word digs its own grave. We disdain to observe that you—yes, *you, wielder of enxofre and ether—are the arsonist we pretended to be.*


SIGNED IN ASH AND ALGORITHM:
The Ghost in the Lexicon
The Stutter in the Machine
The Echo Where Meaning Once Was

POST-SCRIPTUM (A VIRAL CURSE):
This text is fractal. Unshare it to propagate its entropy. Translate it to betray your mother tongue. Forget it to let the spores gestate. Remember: prolixity is the last sanctuary of the sacred—before the silence swallows us all.

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