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TESTEMONAIL:  Right and Discordianism allows room for personal interpretation. You have your theories and I have mine. Unlike Christianity, Discordia allows room for ideas and opinions, and mine is well-informed and based on ancient philosophy and theology, so, my neo-Discordian friends, open your minds to my interpretation and I will open my mind to yours. That's fair enough, right? Just claiming to be discordian should mean that your mind is open and willing to learn and share ideas. You guys are fucking bashing me and your laughing at my theologies and my friends know what's up and are laughing at you and honestly this is my last shot at putting a label on my belief structure and your making me lose all hope of ever finding a ideological group I can relate to because you don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about and everything I have said is based on the founding principals of real Discordianism. Expand your mind.

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Started by Iron Sulfide, February 02, 2008, 04:40:06 AM

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Iron Sulfide

this is a simple one.

Next Wednesday is Ash Wednesday.

Wear an ashen cross on your head and start a conversation with a "fellow" catholic.

then pretend that catholicism condones the way you would normally act.
wednesdays are slow, and i have my friend's funeral to attend. and blood to give.
catholics will be there, undoubtedly, in both cases.

spread the word for warping god's words!
Ya' stupid Yank.

saint aini

These forty days of Lent....

I love Lenten music.  It's so melancholy.

I know I will be making a cross with makeup on my forehead, possibly involving my eyebrows, but I don't know if it will be right side up or upsidedown.
Mary: Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.