eris_dot_com: saying it all over and over again until people individually get it totally goes against the whole idea of discordian philosophy, people should fucking figure it out for themselves.
We all want to hold in the everlasting gaze Enchanted in the rapture of his sentimental sway But underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every c.o.g. The fickle fascination of an everlasting Bob
Hey Sunshine, how's the holiday's treating you? Lot of stress? Lot of crap? Ironic that the most peaceful and giving time of the season is the one that drives you the most nuts isn't it.
This is the fire of the year that tempers the blade you become, or something equally as deep and poetic.