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Propaganda Depository / Found an old project
« on: March 29, 2016, 02:56:53 am »
Let me know if the attachment doesn't work. This is an incomplete draft of the second Intermittens issue I tried to make, but never finished to my satisfaction. I don't remember exactly when this was made, I think about 2011-ish.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / The Food Surgeon
« on: March 08, 2016, 12:28:20 am »
what the hell is this

I love it. I must see more.

I just accidentally hit "Mark All Read"



Discordian Recipes / I'm roasting a chicken RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKS
« on: December 02, 2015, 05:21:06 am »

I saw this on the internets and I decided to bring it to the experts here at PeeDee.

Why, Finland?


Put 'em all in one place for easy pickin's after we all turn into Morlocks. Good plan!

 :horrormirth: :horrormirth: :horrormirth:

I just placed a bid for the domain name, but I am not exactly hopeful.

Also, today I learned that is blocked by my usually pretty open workplace filter as "Cult/Occult"  :lulz:

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / A Most Glorious Troll
« on: August 18, 2015, 12:06:12 am »

For 27 years it's been up there on the flat roof of Mark Gubin's building in the flight path of Mitchell International Airport. A sign painted in letters 6 feet tall tells people arriving here by air: "WELCOME TO CLEVELAND."

"There's not a real purpose for having this here except madness, which I tend to be pretty good at," Gubin said Tuesday when I stopped at his place in Bay View to see the sign.

The sign is in Milwaukee :lulz:

Aneristic Illusions / Political stickers we can all get behind
« on: March 26, 2015, 02:21:50 am »
(blatantly stolen from tumblr)

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / JUST A REMINDER
« on: February 05, 2015, 01:55:04 pm »


Yeah, I'm reposting, what's your problem?

Literate Chaotic / Don't Break The Chain
« on: January 30, 2015, 04:32:23 am »
So I recently learned that there's this thing called "Don't Break The Chain"

I ignored most of the details but the gist of it is that you make one tiny little bit of creativity every day, and try to not miss a day.

This bit of creativity can be anything, but obviously an Internet forum is best suited to writing. And whatever you make can be really, really small. If you're writing, it can be a sentence. It doesn't have to be good in the slightest, or related to whatever you made the previous day.

I'd like people to start using this thread to post the Links in their Chain, as it were. If something causes inspiration and you'd like to expand on something, make a new topic and link back to the post in this thread.

Except for the guys who can actually bust into your house and/or kill you if they have a good enough story for the judge and jury.

I'm going to try re-framing the discussion about police brutality by referring to cops as the government. Because, you know, they are.

Since government is terrible and badwrong about everything, this should provide "interesting discussion" on the center of reasonable discussion that is Facebook.

The local grocery store chain has put the ingredients for s'mores on sale for most of the summer. These items are usually placed right next to each other, so that your tiny consumer pea-brain will quickly put the puzzle together and realize that yes, you are an easily-manipulated glucose-burning protein engine and are conditioned to desire things rich in simple carbohydrates.

What I'm trying to say is that I live alone and I impulse-bought a box of graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, and a package of the sugary soft wax that most will recognize as Hershey's chocolate.

July the Twenty-Second, Year Two-Thousand and Fourteen:

I do not believe that my landlord would approve of my lighting even a small bonfire in the backyard. Even if I did, it would only highlight the fact that I purchased these items without any plans to share them. (For those unfamiliar with s'mores, I should clarify that the items used to make them are only generally available in large packages and are traditionally consumed at summer gatherings).

I also do not wish to use the microwave oven, as that would require me to go downstairs and possibly interact with the other people in the house. They wouldn't understand.

No, they would understand all to well and think themselves superior for not succumbing to the same circumstances which ensnared me in the grocery store. In the absence of dignity, discretion will suffice.

I have elected to roast the marshmallows over a candle, using a fork.

I have eaten three s'mores this night. I can't recall what I actually had for dinner.

July the Twenty-Third, Year Two-Thousand and Fourteen:

I have eaten another s'more upon getting home from work. There is a second marshmallow skewered on the fork, ready to be melted and applied to the other ingredients I have set out on the plate.

I suspect that the mere notion of having control over one's life may be the greatest of humankind's vanities. My fifth s'more in two days lies just on the edge of the Future, and I shall soon find myself reaching past that edge and tumbling into the Abyss of all meaning.

Charismatic cults rely on the leadership of, surprise, a charismatic leader who finds ways to keep their congregation close and intact. Discordianism has no leaders and retains its congregation by being such assholes that people can't help themselves but to stick around and show them all.

Cults discourage critical thinking. Discordians self-flagellate if they fail to criticize Discordianism.

Cults isolate members from their families and the rest of society by providing an appearance of being a safe, nurturing community. Discordianism routinely and vehemently encourages you to FUCK OFF.

I'm in a hurry so this post has no real conclusion, also because fuck you.

...because you'll have gone deaf after this FUCKING MASTERPIECE:

(it's an orchestra played entirely by people who are using instruments they don't know how to use)

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