Discordian Holydays are times for disparate and diffuse local Erisian communities to congregate and fuck shit up. (Mostly, themselves.) Flash mobs of humans who spend a majority of their lives trying to attune to Chaos tend to make REALLY WEIRD SHIT happen.
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It's the 5th of Aftermath. Merry Fucking MalaDay.
I know for a fact that at least 3 Discordians will be here at Johnny Brainwash's place. I'll give a running count later in the evening. We may even set a fucking record.
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(http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/59233018/1409433)Sticking Apart is More Fun when you Do It Together.
"...When I moved, I put 4 of my Circuits in a jar, to keep them safe from rival Magiqckuiiians." -Johnny Fucking Brainwash
I count 6 out of a count of 12.
CultofZir has handed out glossy 6x8 " original pieces of art at random to the crowd, I will scan mine later.
"Uncle Broseph watches Ceiling Cat watch you Masterbate"
"If we could sell that on the Internet, we'd make Millions."
Merry Maladay!
It's the fifth day of The Aftermath, YOLD 3189. That means it's once again time to remember and celebrate The Elder Malaclypse, a Non-Prophet, and the Patron and namesake of Malaclypse the Younger.
Party on, and Hail Eris!
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