Here's a cutup from the pieces

5_Minutes

and

Don't_Panic

I selected these pieces due to their related theme. One is about the idiotic talk that happens between strangers on a bus. The other is an introduction to Discordia which encourages you to talk to strangers. Together, they sound something like a job interview and something like nonsense.

“So do you got any ideas about the report next week?”

The trance was broken, with poor word selection no less. As those thoughts echoed in the mind, my mouth, still performing basic social functions for some odd reason, responded in a negative colloquialism. Tony was a cool guy I guess, good in the common sense of the word, the kind of kid you’d be proud to have as your son. We're Discordians, not the army.

“So you've crawled out of the darkness into our fold?”

He tried to sell it with a chuckle, I wasn’t in the mood to purchase pleasantries.

"You don't have to prove yourself to us. You don't need to latch onto our buzzwords and repeat our memes to show that you're in. You don't need to proselytize. You don't need to rebel against your former life, purge it with fire and devote every moment to throwing yourself against the System."

The drudgery, the sheer intolerable drudgery.

He glanced at my file. "Oh so you live where?"

Who gives a shit where I live honestly? My name is the least important thing about me or anybody for that matter. Fuck this.

"All we really ask you to do is laugh a little more. Think a little more. Explore a little more in places you usually wouldn't go. Talk to strangers. Listen to strangers. Do a few of those things that you thought might be neat but filed away with a 'maybe someday'. And whatever you do, don't get complacent.

“Bob”, will this bus never stop? Trail it off, make your response times slower and slower, the thing will die naturally. "Oh, and keep your eyes peeled for the Goddess." Another chuckle. Why do people think that will improve a substance free and impersonal comment?

As I got off the bus, his words chilled me,

"You'll know Her when you see Her. Chances are, She'll be laughing at you."

So to show what I did here...

I had both pieces open, and then I selected sentences that seemed to flow well, and cut them together. In our document, I picture the different pieces done in different fonts, just so we can see that it is a cutup and not just a jumbled schizophrenic piece. If you read everything in one font, then everything in the other font, you might get a glimpse of both pieces separately.

It doesn't need to be too strict. I added some improvisation for flow.