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Setting Orange the Twenty-Seventh of Discord in the Year CUV
Too late to post in the Machine of Death contest, but:
She eschewed procreational action
An effort at lifespan protraction
She tried to cheat death
'till the snake stole her breath
Her slip read: EXTENDED CONTRACTIONS
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Pretend the second sentence is the subject line
Pungenday the Seventy-Third of Chaos in the Year CUV
The Hot Chocolate From Cookie experiment1 can be safely declared a "qualified success ( Read more... ) -
What's better than art?
Boomtime the Forty-Fifth of Aftermath in the Year CUT
Art on Toast.
(Also, I am now employed at [Financial-Institution]; grunt-work only, training still in progress, but I hear rumors that I will be paid in money.) -
Forty minutes, now.
Pungenday the Thirty-Fifth of Aftermath in the Year CUT
It is the twenty-third of November and my twenty-third birthday.1 These things are numerologically significant by Discordian reckoning, and they feel significant to me. Or, they do tonight, at least, on the large couch in my uncle's house in Carrboro, while the rain makes rhythms on the ( Read more... ) -
It's a number, too
Boomtime the Sixty-Sixth of Confusion in the Year CUT
Tonight, I read a sentence in which the author wrote "too" when he meant the numeral. Somewhere during my moment of pained shock, I realized that I had never actually seen this particular error before. It was my first time.
It was painful.
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Sweetmorn the Fifty-Fourth of Aftermath in the Year CUS
My early morning, as I work on my last final paper (not redundant, read it again), has been considerably brightened by the discovery that UNC's Frank Porter Graham Student Union, in which I have logged many an hour of caffine-addled productivity and many more of psudeo- or just plain non- ( Read more... ) -
Done
Pungenday the Sixteenth of Aftermath in the Year CUSIt's late and I'm tired and I have things I should do before tomorrow (that is, before sunup) instead of writing here, but if I don't do it now I likely won't, because, y'know. Busy ( Read more... ) -
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Boomtime the Forty-Third of Bureaucracy in the Year CUS
On September nineteenth, for the fourth or fifth year,
I've writ up a verse an' I've posted it here,
So hoist the black flag an' let out a stout cheer,
Fer today be the day what we speak Buccaneer!
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Prickle-Prickle the Thirty-Sixth of Discord in the Year CUS
I learned a new word! Watch:
"The Force can have a strong influence on the pusillanimous."
You're welcome.