Anti-Oedipus [1] and especially A Thousand Plateaus [2] is about living in rarefied, futural spaces. Deleuze would be the first to be disgusted even at the faintest idea that his writing has any meaning whatsoever: you want meaning? go and live your life, don't read a book, especially not a philosophy book. In What is Philosophy? [3], Deleuze and Guattari give a very straight and simple answer: "philosophy is the art of forming, inventing and fabricating concepts"—that's it, nothing more, nothing less. Why would you hurry to admire a concept, instead of doing it repeatedly, now, tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow [4]: do you also not smell a flower because its florid and anyway you could synthesize ionones [5] into a vial, why bother with the flower.
[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-Oedipus
[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Thousand_Plateaus
[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Is_Philosophy%3F_(Deleuze...
[4] https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56964/speech-tomorrow...