"What matter who's speaking, someone said, what matter who's speaking."
Reza Negarestani, CYCLONOPEDIAIn both Drujite and Lovecraftian polytics of radical exteriority, omega-survival or strategic endurance is maintained by an excessive paranoia that cannot be distinguished from a schizophrenic delirium. For such a paranoia - saturated by parasitic survivalism and persistence in its own integrity - the course of activity coincides with that of schizo-singularities. Paranoia, in the Cthulhu Mythos and in Drujite-infested Zoroastriansim, manifests itself as a sophisticated hygiene-Complex associated with the demented Aryanistic obsession with purity and the structure of monotheism. This arch-sabotaged paranoia, in which the destination of purity overlaps with the emerging zone of the outside, is called schizotrategy. If, both for Lovecraft and the Aryans, purity must be safeguarded by an excessive paranoia, it is because only such paranoia and rigorous closure can attract the forces of the Outside and effectuate cosmic akienage in the form of radical openness - that is, being butchered and cracked open. Drujite cults fully developed this schizotrategic line through the fusion of Aryanistic purity with Zoroastrian monotheism. The Zoroastrian heresiarchs such as Akht soon discovered the immense potential of schyzotrategy for xeno-calls, subversion and sabotage. As a sorcerous line, schizotrategy opens the entire monotheistic culture to cosmodromic openness and its epidemic meshworks. As the nervous system of Lovecraftian strategic paranoia, openness is identified as 'being laid, cracked, butchered open' through a schizotrategic participation with the Outside. In terms of the xeno-call and schizitrategy, the non-localizable outside emerges as the xeno-chemical inside or the Insider.... 'If openness, as the scimitar blade of the outside, seeks out manifestations of closure, then in the middle-eastern ethic it is imperative to assuage the external desire of the Outside by becoming what it hungers for the most' (H. Parsani)."
Paint It Black I see my red door and I want it painted blackNo colors anymore I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothesI have to turn my head until my darkness goesI see a line of cars and they're all painted blackWith flowers and my love both never to come backI see people turn their heads and quickly look awayLike a new born baby it just happens every dayI look inside myself and see my heart is blackI see my red door, I must have it painted blackMaybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the factsIt's not easy facin' up when your whole world is blackNo more will my green sea go turn a deeper blueI could not foresee this thing happening to youIf I look hard enough into the settin' sunMy love will laugh with me before the mornin' comesI see a red door and I want it painted blackNo colors anymore I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothesI have to turn my head until my darkness goesI wanna see your face, painted blackBlack as night, black as coalI wanna see the sun blotted out from the skyI wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black