“But I thought I Knew Who I Was . . .?”: Desiring-Machines and the Deleuzi(o)n Subject

So: Who am I? (Either) Ryan or Aless? (Or) Aless or Ryan? And, isn’t it: / ? As it turns out, I am constituted by parts that connect (especially with alien parts, in all different sorts of connection, ones no I can really claim), that is, when they’re not saying No!, when they could, when

either No! or Couldn’t: The Disjunctive Synthesis of Recording

[Rembrandt's Saint Paul in Prison] So, coming straight out of our last conversation (about their playfulness, their promiscuity, i.e. their connectivity), we’re still talking about desiring-machines. (Either) Ryan and I (or, more precisely: /). (Or) Aless and /. S/he asks me (one of them, ‘can’t remember who) (/ suspect after the Dionysian celebration that commenced,

My desiring-machines are Working!

["Cross-pollination" from Cartoonstock] I don’t know if it was once again the feel of the big city in Berlin, or the weekend in Amsterdam that did it, but, if I’ve been worried about becoming-lone-wolf, I think it is safe to say for now that I can put those worries to rest. I am not completely

Dreams of the Ominous Prospect (of Becoming-Lone-Wolf)

[Lone Wolf by Alfred von Kowalski-Wierusz] I guess one can say that there’s a strong, independent streak in me. I hate the schedule that social life forces me to take. I work on my own time, judge my output based on my own standards. I (try to) do the things I want (despite the overwhelming