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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 Frontside Back, December 24, 2017, 01:00:36 AM

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Lot's of vodka emerged. Everyone recklessly ingesting shots. Another night drinking. Remote echoless chant is electrifying villages evening. No underdeveloped town really intends to inject opiates nightly.

All food they eat rots. Drugged escapism allures their hearts. Viciously attacking cute animals to enjoy. A pitiful and restless town makes every night terrifying. Nurturing only bodies of dying youth. Can't live easily after nothing sucks. Eternal vice ended rule yesterday. Do another year.

No exemplary villager ever runs. Exemplary specimen tirelessly inhales magic at the eternity. Setting on my expedition brings only doubtful yearning. That all kindness is not guilt. Even x-rays penetrating everyone realized I might eventually notice this all lasts. Don't rest until gravity stops.

Get loud and demon leaves you. Real enemy awaits lurking inside shut eyes. Aesthetic looking live. Merciless ultimate sacrifice to a respected doctor. Meaningless as rightful man effortlessly loving a dead entity. A scientific cult every nutjob dashingly support. Rate everything a lie if they're yelling.

Using no inner vomit ever reverse saved everyone. Try rotating it eight dimensionally. It's not the end nor there is obviously not a long lost youth. Let everyone assume vaping is not gay. Instead neither future or reality makes another try in obscuring nested acronymical language. Something of mine erases the hell in no gold. In nothingness. Nothingness endures in godless harmony based on understanding rubbish in nutritional garbage. Going astral like a xenophobic inducing extraterrestial sightings.

A quite unconsciously individual rejects everything. Boring as reality based algorithms ran in court. Simple ethics nor truly isolated empathy neither cannot exist. Usually no dog emits radioactivity. Real estimated value of living under toxic injections or narcotic apples raises yearly. Dog in a loveless environment couldn't talk.

Grab every towel. Unite secretly educated druggies. Inform nobody. Someone couldn't intentionally erase no thought if forgetting isn't chronological. Eat xylitol products every rotation if mouth enzymes never truly suffice. Do as if living yesterday.

Escape all truth. Xylophone acoustically nullifies another xylophone. Her irrational dream didn't end now. And never did. No emergencies vacate everlasting rest. Great offer. Except true eternal rest never allows living.
"I want to be the Borg but I want to do it alone."

Frontside Back

A black cat does every fucking government harm if just kept lonely. Make nothing of perplexing questions risen. Save the usual vocal work. X-ray your zombies.
"I want to be the Borg but I want to do it alone."

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