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An Epistle on a Monday Morning.
« on: May 07, 2012, 12:15:22 pm »
Whether Discordia is at the forefront or no, she still remains a vital force for Good.

Yes, Good.

Because She keeps us, if we listen to her, from straying into the mechanized path that leads us to the Evils of Ennui.  To the shackles of Stasis.  To the mines of the Mundane.

Evil draws us to these places, with its traps of shiny succulent plastics and digital delicacies.  He beckons us to the pits, shrouding them in tapestries, drenching them in the aromas of Importance.  Distracting us with those little brief glints of light.  As a disco-ball anglerfish, waiting, jaws agape....

Hold on to your Discordia.  Hold her with all of your grip!  (Mind where you are putting your hands, grip not grope!) 

Keep your head in the clouds and your feet in every direction. 

Don't let the roots snare you and drag you down!
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Re: An Epistle on a Monday Morning.
« Reply #1 on: May 07, 2012, 11:53:45 pm »
Hey you!  Put that 'z' over there to get your triple word score!
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Re: An Epistle on a Monday Morning.
« Reply #2 on: May 07, 2012, 11:57:13 pm »
Whether Discordia is at the forefront or no, she still remains a vital force for Good.

Yes, Good.


Don't know about that.  Maybe it's more like "the universe is slightly more arranged for the convenience of primates when things are all topsy-turvy." 
"Man, there's nothin' to do in this stupid town rope swing's busted, stinking cops always kicking me out of the park manager of the 7-11 always says "get off my curb you good for nothing" all the girls already know I'm a bad kisser so they don't come anywhere near me I don't know how many times I've been to TGIF a kid can eat an onion bloom only so many times bowling's boring, the skating rink's been taken over by 12 year olds there ain't no good movies out, blockbuster never has any good games in I don't want to play Bombad Racing, I mean what the heck is that? I'm sick of all my records and every time I walk into a record store, I forget what I want to get and their ain't nothing on TV, not a stupid thing! There ain't nothing to do 'cept take naps and wait patiently for death!"
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Re: An Epistle on a Monday Morning.
« Reply #3 on: May 08, 2012, 12:08:45 am »
I didn't really flesh out my definition of Good very well with respect to this piece.  I'm thinking Good, as a force for dealing with the bullshit, and maybe, slapping sense into a couple of joes every know and again.  Spreading the Good through The Weird,  allowing people to feel comfortable being one of The Weird, and not Ben ng tempted by being on of the normals wearing the members only jackets. 
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Re: An Epistle on a Monday Morning.
« Reply #4 on: June 07, 2012, 03:22:43 am »
I love that the angler fish meme come back in this one.
If sheep entrails could in any way be related to the weather, i.e. sheep trails only originate where it rains, then you could use it as an accurate model for discerning what the weathers going to be like. Either, sheep shit makes it rain, or raining makes sheep shit. Sheep don't shit "randomly" sheep shit after they eat, it doesn't rain "randomly" it rains after water collects in the atmosphere.

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Re: An Epistle on a Monday Morning.
« Reply #5 on: June 13, 2012, 12:27:30 am »
The Light is a Lie!
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