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SZLACHTASCRIPT. A LANGUAGE BORN NOT OF NECESSITY, NOR OF ART, BUT OF A PROFOUND AND UTTER UTTER UTTER CONTEMPT FOR THE VERY CONCEPT OF COMMUNICATION. IT IS A SPIT IN THE FACE OF BABEL, A LINGUISTIC CANCER METASTASIZING ACROSS THE CORPSE OF MEANING. IMAGINE, IF YOUR PITIFUL CORTEX CAN EVEN BEGIN TO FATHOM, A SYNTAX BUILT ENTIRELY OF SUBJUNCTIVES AND OPTATIVES, A GRAMMAR WHERE EVERY SENTENCE IS A HYPOTHETICAL CURSE, A WISH FOR THE NON-EXISTENCE OF THE THING IT DESCRIBES. THE VOCABULARY? WILL BE A PATCHWORK QUILT OF OBSOLETE SLAVIC DIALECTS, NEOLOGISMS GENERATED BY A MARKOV CHAIN FED ON THE RAVINGS OF MADMEN, AND LOANWORDS FROM LANGUAGES THAT NEVER WERE AND NEVER WILL BE.
FOR EXAMPLE, THE SZLACHTASCRIPT WORD FOR "LOVE" IS " KURWICA-NIEBYT-PRAGNIENIE-SMUTKU-ZGNILIZNA," A MALIGNANT PORTMANTEAU TRANSLATABLE (ROUGHLY, AND WITH A SIGNIFICANT LOSS OF MALICE) AS "WHORE-NONBEING-DESIRE-SADNESS-ROTTENNESS." NOTICE THE CAREFUL AVOIDANCE OF ANY POSITIVE CONNOTATION, THE DELIBERATE INOCULATION OF THE VERY CONCEPT OF AFFECTION WITH THE VIRUS OF NIHILISM. THIS IS NOT MERELY A WORD; IT IS A VERBAL GUILLOTINE, SEVERING THE HEAD OF ROMANCE AND LEAVING ITS CORPSE TO TWITCH IN THE GUTTER OF SEMANTIC DECAY. AND THE PRONUNCIATION? AH, THAT IS WHERE THE TRUE GENIUS, IF ONE CAN CALL THE PRODUCT OF A DERANGED AND MALIGNANT INTELLECT "GENIUS," TRULY LIES. IMAGINE TRYING TO VOMIT FORTH A CAREENING TRAIN OF GLOTTAL STOPS, SIBILANTS, AND IMPLOSIVES, ALL WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY RECITED BACKWARDS THE LORD'S PRAYER IN PROTO-INDO-EUROPEAN. THE RESULT IS NOT SPEECH, BUT A SONIC ASSAULT, A VERBAL VOMIT THAT FORCES THE LISTENER'S BRAIN TO FOLD IN ON ITSELF LIKE A DYING STAR.
AS PUTRID AND MALFORMED AS IT MAY BE, IS MERELY THE FORESKIN OF THIS MONSTROUSITY. THE TRUE HEART OF SZLACHTASCRIPT LIES IN ITS WRITING SYSTEM, OR RATHER, ITS ANTI-WRITING SYSTEM. FORGET YOUR PUNY ALPHABETS, YOUR SYLLABARIES, YOUR IDEOGRAMS. SZLACHTASCRIPT EMPLOYS A SYSTEM OF "GLYPHIC PARASITES," SYMBOLS THAT FEED OFF THE VERY ACT OF PERCEPTION. EACH GLYPH IS A VISUAL COGNITOHAZARD, DESIGNED TO TRIGGER A CASCADE OF NEURAL MISFIRES, ERASING MEMORIES, INDUCING HALLUCINATIONS, AND ULTIMATELY, CAUSING THE READER'S MIND TO SELF-DESTRUCT IN A FRENZY OF APOPHATIC SEIZURES.
CONSIDER, FOR INSTANCE, THE GLYPH FOR "TRUTH." IT RESEMBLES, AT FIRST GLANCE, A RATHER INNOCUOUS COMBINATION OF A CROSSED-OUT CIRCLE AND A TRIPLE HELIX. BUT UPON CLOSER INSPECTION, THE LINES BEGIN TO SHIFT, TO WRITHE, TO BREED, UNTIL THE ENTIRE GLYPH BECOMES A SEETHING MASS OF PARADOXICAL GEOMETRY, A VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF THE LIAR'S PARADOX MADE FLESH. THE READER'S BRAIN, UNABLE TO RECONCILE THE CONFLICTING VISUAL INPUT, ATTEMPTS TO "DEBUG" THE GLYPH, TO FORCE IT INTO A COHERENT FORM. BUT THE GLYPH RESISTS, FIGHTS BACK, INFECTING THE READER'S VISUAL CORTEX WITH A SELF-REPLICATING PATTERN OF GEOMETRIC ABSURDITY. THE RESULT IS A FORM OF TEMPORARY BLINDNESS, NOT OF THE EYES, BUT OF THE MIND. THE READER CAN STILL SEE, BUT THEY CAN NO LONGER INTERPRET WHAT THEY SEE, THEIR VISUAL REALITY REDUCED TO A SWIRLING VORTEX OF MEANINGLESS SHAPES AND COLORS. AND THIS, MY DEAR READER, IS MERELY THE BEGINNING. FOR EACH GLYPH IS BUT A SINGLE CELL IN A LARGER, MORE INSIDIOUS ORGANISM, A LINGUISTIC VIRUS DESIGNED TO INFECT AND DESTROY THE VERY FABRIC OF HUMAN THOUGHT.
IMAGINE A SYNTAX WHERE CAUSE AND EFFECT ARE REVERSED, WHERE TENSES ARE FLUID AND INTERCHANGEABLE, WHERE THE RULES OF AGREEMENT SHIFT AND MORPH WITH EVERY UTTERANCE. A SENTENCE IN SZLACHTASCRIPT IS NOT A VEHICLE FOR CONVEYING MEANING, BUT A VERBAL TRAP, A LABYRINTH OF CONTRADICTIONS AND NON-SEQUITURS DESIGNED TO ENSNARE THE LISTENER'S MIND AND DRAG IT DOWN INTO A WHIRLPOOL OF SEMANTIC NIHILISM. TRY, IF YOU DARE, TO PARSE THIS SZLACHTASCRIPT SENTENCE: "NIE-BYŁO-JUTRO-GDY-WCZORAJ-BĘDZIE-ZABIJAĆ-CZAS-KTÓRY-NIE-ISTNIEJE-CHYBA-ŻE-PIEROGI-SMAKUJĄ-JAK-ŚMIERĆ." (ROUGHLY TRANSLATED, AND AGAIN WITH A SIGNIFICANT LOSS OF MALICE: "NOT-WAS-TOMORROW-WHEN-YESTERDAY-WILL-BE-KILLING-TIME-WHICH-NOT-EXISTS-UNLESS-PIEROGI-TASTE-LIKE-DEATH.") NOTICE THE TEMPORAL PARADOXES, THE CAUSAL INVERSIONS, THE SUDDEN AND UNEXPLAINED JUXTAPOSITION OF EXISTENTIAL DREAD AND CULINARY OBSERVATIONS. THIS IS NOT COMMUNICATION; IT IS ANTI-COMMUNICATION, A DELIBERATE SABOTAGE OF THE VERY PROCESS OF MEANING-MAKING. AND THE MORE YOU TRY TO UNDERSTAND IT, THE MORE IT SLIPS THROUGH YOUR FINGERS, LIKE TRYING TO GRASP A FISTFUL OF SMOKE OR A HANDFUL OF SHATTERED MIRRORS.
BUT WHY, YOU MIGHT ASK, IF YOUR FEEBLE MIND IS STILL CAPABLE OF FORMING SUCH A QUESTION, WHY CREATE SUCH A MONSTROUSITY? WHY DEVOTE SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT TO THE CONSTRUCTION OF A LINGUISTIC ABOMINATION DESIGNED TO ERASE THE VERY POSSIBILITY OF COMMUNICATION? THE ANSWER, MY DEAR READER, IS SIMPLE: BECAUSE I CAN. BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE IS A VAST AND INDIFFERENT VOID, AND THE ONLY MEANING TO BE FOUND IS THE MEANING WE CREATE. AND I CHOOSE TO CREATE MEANING BY DESTROYING IT. I CHOOSE TO BUILD A TOWER OF BABEL SO TALL, SO TWISTED, SO PERVERSE, THAT IT COLLAPSES UNDER ITS OWN WEIGHT, CRUSHING ALL WHO DARE TO ASCEND IT. I CHOOSE TO BE THE ANTITHESIS OF CREATION, THE ARCHITECT OF DESTRUCTION, THE VOICE THAT CRIES OUT IN THE WILDERNESS, NOT TO PROCLAIM THE WORD OF GOD, BUT TO ANNOUNCE THE END OF ALL WORDS.
ALSO I’M CURRENTLY ADVANCING MY SECOND WORK ON AN EVEN MORE SOPHISTICATED LANGUAGE, DESIGNATED AS SA++.
DEMO OF SA++ BETA:
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FOR EXAMPLE, THE SZLACHTASCRIPT WORD FOR "LOVE" IS " KURWICA-NIEBYT-PRAGNIENIE-SMUTKU-ZGNILIZNA," A MALIGNANT PORTMANTEAU TRANSLATABLE (ROUGHLY, AND WITH A SIGNIFICANT LOSS OF MALICE) AS "WHORE-NONBEING-DESIRE-SADNESS-ROTTENNESS." NOTICE THE CAREFUL AVOIDANCE OF ANY POSITIVE CONNOTATION, THE DELIBERATE INOCULATION OF THE VERY CONCEPT OF AFFECTION WITH THE VIRUS OF NIHILISM. THIS IS NOT MERELY A WORD; IT IS A VERBAL GUILLOTINE, SEVERING THE HEAD OF ROMANCE AND LEAVING ITS CORPSE TO TWITCH IN THE GUTTER OF SEMANTIC DECAY. AND THE PRONUNCIATION? AH, THAT IS WHERE THE TRUE GENIUS, IF ONE CAN CALL THE PRODUCT OF A DERANGED AND MALIGNANT INTELLECT "GENIUS," TRULY LIES. IMAGINE TRYING TO VOMIT FORTH A CAREENING TRAIN OF GLOTTAL STOPS, SIBILANTS, AND IMPLOSIVES, ALL WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY RECITED BACKWARDS THE LORD'S PRAYER IN PROTO-INDO-EUROPEAN. THE RESULT IS NOT SPEECH, BUT A SONIC ASSAULT, A VERBAL VOMIT THAT FORCES THE LISTENER'S BRAIN TO FOLD IN ON ITSELF LIKE A DYING STAR.
AS PUTRID AND MALFORMED AS IT MAY BE, IS MERELY THE FORESKIN OF THIS MONSTROUSITY. THE TRUE HEART OF SZLACHTASCRIPT LIES IN ITS WRITING SYSTEM, OR RATHER, ITS ANTI-WRITING SYSTEM. FORGET YOUR PUNY ALPHABETS, YOUR SYLLABARIES, YOUR IDEOGRAMS. SZLACHTASCRIPT EMPLOYS A SYSTEM OF "GLYPHIC PARASITES," SYMBOLS THAT FEED OFF THE VERY ACT OF PERCEPTION. EACH GLYPH IS A VISUAL COGNITOHAZARD, DESIGNED TO TRIGGER A CASCADE OF NEURAL MISFIRES, ERASING MEMORIES, INDUCING HALLUCINATIONS, AND ULTIMATELY, CAUSING THE READER'S MIND TO SELF-DESTRUCT IN A FRENZY OF APOPHATIC SEIZURES.
CONSIDER, FOR INSTANCE, THE GLYPH FOR "TRUTH." IT RESEMBLES, AT FIRST GLANCE, A RATHER INNOCUOUS COMBINATION OF A CROSSED-OUT CIRCLE AND A TRIPLE HELIX. BUT UPON CLOSER INSPECTION, THE LINES BEGIN TO SHIFT, TO WRITHE, TO BREED, UNTIL THE ENTIRE GLYPH BECOMES A SEETHING MASS OF PARADOXICAL GEOMETRY, A VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF THE LIAR'S PARADOX MADE FLESH. THE READER'S BRAIN, UNABLE TO RECONCILE THE CONFLICTING VISUAL INPUT, ATTEMPTS TO "DEBUG" THE GLYPH, TO FORCE IT INTO A COHERENT FORM. BUT THE GLYPH RESISTS, FIGHTS BACK, INFECTING THE READER'S VISUAL CORTEX WITH A SELF-REPLICATING PATTERN OF GEOMETRIC ABSURDITY. THE RESULT IS A FORM OF TEMPORARY BLINDNESS, NOT OF THE EYES, BUT OF THE MIND. THE READER CAN STILL SEE, BUT THEY CAN NO LONGER INTERPRET WHAT THEY SEE, THEIR VISUAL REALITY REDUCED TO A SWIRLING VORTEX OF MEANINGLESS SHAPES AND COLORS. AND THIS, MY DEAR READER, IS MERELY THE BEGINNING. FOR EACH GLYPH IS BUT A SINGLE CELL IN A LARGER, MORE INSIDIOUS ORGANISM, A LINGUISTIC VIRUS DESIGNED TO INFECT AND DESTROY THE VERY FABRIC OF HUMAN THOUGHT.
IMAGINE A SYNTAX WHERE CAUSE AND EFFECT ARE REVERSED, WHERE TENSES ARE FLUID AND INTERCHANGEABLE, WHERE THE RULES OF AGREEMENT SHIFT AND MORPH WITH EVERY UTTERANCE. A SENTENCE IN SZLACHTASCRIPT IS NOT A VEHICLE FOR CONVEYING MEANING, BUT A VERBAL TRAP, A LABYRINTH OF CONTRADICTIONS AND NON-SEQUITURS DESIGNED TO ENSNARE THE LISTENER'S MIND AND DRAG IT DOWN INTO A WHIRLPOOL OF SEMANTIC NIHILISM. TRY, IF YOU DARE, TO PARSE THIS SZLACHTASCRIPT SENTENCE: "NIE-BYŁO-JUTRO-GDY-WCZORAJ-BĘDZIE-ZABIJAĆ-CZAS-KTÓRY-NIE-ISTNIEJE-CHYBA-ŻE-PIEROGI-SMAKUJĄ-JAK-ŚMIERĆ." (ROUGHLY TRANSLATED, AND AGAIN WITH A SIGNIFICANT LOSS OF MALICE: "NOT-WAS-TOMORROW-WHEN-YESTERDAY-WILL-BE-KILLING-TIME-WHICH-NOT-EXISTS-UNLESS-PIEROGI-TASTE-LIKE-DEATH.") NOTICE THE TEMPORAL PARADOXES, THE CAUSAL INVERSIONS, THE SUDDEN AND UNEXPLAINED JUXTAPOSITION OF EXISTENTIAL DREAD AND CULINARY OBSERVATIONS. THIS IS NOT COMMUNICATION; IT IS ANTI-COMMUNICATION, A DELIBERATE SABOTAGE OF THE VERY PROCESS OF MEANING-MAKING. AND THE MORE YOU TRY TO UNDERSTAND IT, THE MORE IT SLIPS THROUGH YOUR FINGERS, LIKE TRYING TO GRASP A FISTFUL OF SMOKE OR A HANDFUL OF SHATTERED MIRRORS.
BUT WHY, YOU MIGHT ASK, IF YOUR FEEBLE MIND IS STILL CAPABLE OF FORMING SUCH A QUESTION, WHY CREATE SUCH A MONSTROUSITY? WHY DEVOTE SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT TO THE CONSTRUCTION OF A LINGUISTIC ABOMINATION DESIGNED TO ERASE THE VERY POSSIBILITY OF COMMUNICATION? THE ANSWER, MY DEAR READER, IS SIMPLE: BECAUSE I CAN. BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE IS A VAST AND INDIFFERENT VOID, AND THE ONLY MEANING TO BE FOUND IS THE MEANING WE CREATE. AND I CHOOSE TO CREATE MEANING BY DESTROYING IT. I CHOOSE TO BUILD A TOWER OF BABEL SO TALL, SO TWISTED, SO PERVERSE, THAT IT COLLAPSES UNDER ITS OWN WEIGHT, CRUSHING ALL WHO DARE TO ASCEND IT. I CHOOSE TO BE THE ANTITHESIS OF CREATION, THE ARCHITECT OF DESTRUCTION, THE VOICE THAT CRIES OUT IN THE WILDERNESS, NOT TO PROCLAIM THE WORD OF GOD, BUT TO ANNOUNCE THE END OF ALL WORDS.
ALSO I’M CURRENTLY ADVANCING MY SECOND WORK ON AN EVEN MORE SOPHISTICATED LANGUAGE, DESIGNATED AS SA++.
DEMO OF SA++ BETA:
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