Principia Discordia

Even though I have been an Erisian all my life,here is the story of how I  first met Eris.This is from the "Book of Eris"
THE REVELATION OF REV.VERTHAINE THE GOTH
And lo,there I was,decked out in my finest gothic and leather clothing,sipping a White Russian at the bar of my favourite goth club,and contemplating the sad state of the world.I lit up a clove and turned to watch the leatherboys,gothchicks,and vampyre wannabees do bad Tai Chi on the dance floor.All of a sudden everything froze,but only I and the music was still active.A beautiful woman in black leather and rainbow colored hair appeared on the dancefloor.I couldn't keep my eyes off her.Her eyes shone like the sun.Each move of her delicate arms told the story of Creation.She walked up to me and said
"I am ERIS KALLISTI DISCORDIA.I am the Goddess of Chaos.With me all things are possible.I have come to you to teach you many things,Verthaine."
I fell on my knees and cried out "I am not worthy!" She looked at me and smile.
"All are worthy in the eyes of Chaos.Stand up,my silly goth boy,for I have something of importance to ask of you"
I stood up,and awaited with anticipation of what a goddess like Eris would ask me to do."Your wish is my command." I said.She smiled at me,and with a twinkle in her eyes she said onto me:
"Can you spare one of those clove cigarettes?"
And thus I was enlightened.


Any other testemonials out there

I found Eris In a vision, and we didn't do all that much. Although there was a lot of trippy hyperspatial stuff happening, that physics is only just now figuring out. Heh, they think a particle accelrator can reveal the secrets of the universe. I've got the inside scoop. :twisted:

acutally she found me
its was nice
we hadda beer talked about books
then she went home
good times

I had originally set out with the intentions of starting my own cult for money and power and chicks (i was Bored that day) as the ideas began to develop i found i was just leading myself to discordianism. the goddess works in mysterious ways..... as for what i did to her... well a gentelman never tells. :evil:

Quote from: pope_hentaiI had originally set out with the intentions of starting my own cult for money and power and chicks (i was Bored that day) as the ideas began to develop i found i was just leading myself to discordianism. the goddess works in mysterious ways..... as for what i did to her... well a gentelman never tells. :evil:

So what's stopping a guy with an avatar like "pope hentai" from telling us what went on?  :wink:  :twisted:

i was handed the illuminatus! by a mormon.

strange i always thought they prosthelytized their own faith.

i guess they spread LDS, in book form, to the greyfaces, and LSD, in the book form, to the discordians..

kim

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So what's stopping a guy with an avatar like "pope hentai" from telling us what went on?

because its always more interesting to wonder about the sordid detals the find out how boring they really are.

Quote from: pope_hentaibecause its always more interesting to wonder about the sordid detals the find out how boring they really are.

There speaks one who has yet to learn to live so that the details are always interesting.

I didn't do anything to Eris, but she did a number on me. Demonica hijacked me and brought me over to this forum. And then Eris kidnapped my life and held it for ramsom. The price she asked to give my life back was one I couldn't pay, so she cut it up into little pieces like a jigsaw puzzle. She put the pieces in a purple velvet bag and shook them up for three days - just like a cosmic blender or something. When she was done, she put them back together again and they all fit - but the picture isn't the same one, if you know what I mean.

I'm just now getting my bearings, so it's probably time for Eris to reappear and do her number on me again. But it's okay, because what better place to be than in the hands of the chaos from which we all came in the first place?

The first time I remember meeting Eris was when I was four years old.
At the time, of course, I didn't know who she was.

Hugh asked me to write something for his website, so  here's (http://www.geocities.com/tribhis/bellavision1.html) a link
to the story I wrote about my first meeting with Eris.

Quote from: SssBella, Oracle of DoomThe first time I remember meeting Eris was when I was four years old.
At the time, of course, I didn't know who she was.

Hugh asked me to write something for his website, so  here's (http://www.geocities.com/tribhis/bellavision1.html) a link
to the story I wrote about my first meeting with Eris.

what a wonderfull story. I wish I could write storys of this beauty.
I may have to practise more but whenever I write something it just looks like information written down not like a story that could be interesting.

so it will take some time till i'll post when and how I met Eris

Thank you very much.
I like the things you write here, and I'm looking forward to hearing your story.

Quote from: Guido Finucci

Quote from: pope_hentaibecause its always more interesting to wonder about the sordid detals the find out how boring they really are.

There speaks one who has yet to learn to live so that the details are always interesting.

:D  Now I'm going to keep mum...

In the basement beside the ark of the covenant.

OOH! there's something to go in warehouse23!

okey as I promised I will try to tell you how I found the Goddess (however you may call her)

Now I could write down my spiritual cv but nobody would be interested so I will try to keep it short.

When I think back I can't find a moment when I met the goddess as a complete personality.
Whenever I saw her it was only a part of her and it is still like this but now I know that it is her magic.
for example:
when I am walking in the forest and feel "the green lady of the forest" all around me,
when I feel her magic and how she keeps everything alive.

when a girl hugs me and there is real love between us.
It hasn't to be the love in the way lovers have but true and honest love between good friends.

or when I walk home after a night in the pup in the next village.
then I am all alone walking home in darkness and silence, then I can feel the magic of the goddess.

I don't do anithing to her when I meet her, I am experiencing her and nothing more.
I hope that someday I will be able to speak to her.
so please save the magic in this world it is going to be lost in the sea of greyness.

How in the world could you think that the stories you write aren't beautiful?
This is lovely.

I'll ask my english teacher what he thinks about it. I promised him long ago to hand in a writing. I have to improve my writing skills to pass the first enlish certificate exam in summer

and here is the story how I came to this freaky metaphysic and magic stuff.

My mother and my grandmother played and still play a big part in my spiritual life. there is no-one around here to talk with except my mother and my grandmother. though our talks aren't that interesting any more. they seem to stuck on the view of Rudolph Steiner. yes he was a genious and an illuminated one but hey he says himself that his "ghost-science" is just science and could be wrong in some parts.
so everything started with talks with my mother and my grandmother and I'd like to thank them here, I really enjoy metaphysics and this stuff.

well...

to be honest, the moment i met eris is the precise moment that
heisenberg's uncertainty principal took a turn for the worse...

every pasrticle in the universe was instantaneously and simulotaneously
unobserved and therefore unmeasured...and hence, non-existent...

fortunately, i noticed this and all things resumed their natural course.
then eris threw some pop tarts at me...i pegged her in the forehead with
of them and ate the other.

that's aboot it.

my green goddess of the forest

(http://upl.silentwhisper.net/uplfolders/upload3/PICT0566.JPG)

Quote from: part of the ONEmy green goddess of the forest

(http://www.geocities.com/morguhl_housi/PICT0566.JPG)

Geocities won't take image links to anything, You'll need to actually put in on an html page that you then link to...

okey thanks I'll do this then

If you email me the pic you wanted to post, I'll host it for you on my site and send you the link to make it show up here.

so here is the link

http://www.geocities.com/morguhl_housi/forest.html

You can also use an uploading service like silentwhisper ( http://upl.silentwhisper.net/ ).  It's free and usually reliable.

I did not notice that my pics weren't shown because sometimes it worked and sometimes not and so I thought it is because I am using linux or opera or something.

Quote from: SssBella, Oracle of DoomIf you email me the pic you wanted to post, I'll host it for you on my site and send you the link to make it show up here.

thank you bella but first I'll try this one:  http://upl.silentwhisper.net/

Okay, you're welcome - and that looks like a really good link.

Quote from: part of the ONEmy green goddess of the forest

(http://upl.silentwhisper.net/uplfolders/upload3/PICT0566.JPG)

very purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrritty

someone asked me to look around at all this order and who did i think put it there... I said order?... are you crazy man? and walked over to this hot chick handing out sizzling weasle on a stick and asked whats your sign and she said this way leads maddness... we listened to our house all night  right there in the middle of the street and when I woke up she was still there...

Why is Eris still bugging me?

Okay- you asked for it...

from Los Frupanishads, The New Testapoop-
pgs 83-88

The Birth/Rebirth of Fruerisia
-The Revolutionations of John (Dillinger)-

Just before the century and millennium turned over on the great odometer, when
robots could barely walk, before the paranoia wave and the persistent war- right around the time Tim Leary,Äôs head was being cryogenically frozen-

There came to Peru a Miracle.

On the great marked plains of Nazca Peru, Saint Cale of Rugburn, then a humble anthropologist,
was enlightened by a vision. A tremendous light descended from the sky and a
roar of thunder with it.
In the great descending light was a face; and this face was so terrible to the mind of
Saint Cale that he was broken and fell on his face with uncontrollable laughter. The vision
then retreated and Saint Cale eventually composed himself.
The following night, he along with his colleagues, Saint Alexalanis the Cartographer
and Malaclypse the Tertiary, traveled back to the place of the experience, awaiting
return.
After a good long wait, and a bit of napping the holy vision returned. The light
and the thunder came down, and there again was the face. It,Äôs gaze set upon them and
this time it,Äôs mouth opened and it cried out
FRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!
And the wholly syllable roared across the plains and straight up the mountains.
The three pilgrims were instantly broken, and like before they collapsed on their
faces,. Laughing like Hyenas. But when they again stood the light was still there. They
gazed up and saw as a great golden snake coiled about the face, wrapping it like a mask.
snake protected them from the horror of his face and yet is was brilliant in of itself.
Then, as if from nowhere, a tall, upright platypus appeared unto them.
,ÄúI am the Platypus... I come to you, gentlemen, as the voice of the God FRU. He has
shown you his true face- he has spoken his true name, and you are not dead. Thus you are
worthy to be apostles of laughter.
Take Ye this lone graven image of FRU. It is enough of his true visage to give out a non
lethal laugh-trip. Use it carefully, and show it only to those who are worthy. And when
initiate them you shall mark them with the sign of the coiled serpent; and this shall
the mark of FRU.
He said all of this and then he exploded.
When the smoke cleared Cale, Alexalanis, and Malaclypse found themselves alone
on the desert plain, save for the graven image, sitting nearby. They took the image and they
placed it in a box one of the had on them and they called it The Ark of the Convenient. Then the
three declared themselves Keepers of the Sacred Graven Image, (KSGI) and they set out to find
Victoria the Baptist, who was yelling strange things in the wilderness.
When they found her she was yelling at her congregation, which was St. John Dillinger,
also called Kenneth. The three went unto her and asked to be Baptized. But Victoria and John
insisted, ,ÄúNo, no, no! You must baptize us! And so they compromised and the five of them
baptized each other with the markings of Fruerisia and there was much rejoicing, (yaaay!)
Thus imbued with spectacular purpose, the KSGI set out and for three years
they ran amok, causing havoc and winning converts. Then after three years the powerful
spirit of Apathy came over Saint Cale of Rugburn and he retired from the cause.
Shortly thereafter, Alexalanis set sail to Antarctica to map the Moloch Glacier. He was never heard
from again, and was presumably lost to the Pacific. Along with him on the boat was the Sacred
Graven Image. John Dillinger, (Kenneth) then split from the movement and founded The <BR>
Anglican Church of Fru in London, while Victoria the Baptist just sort of lost touch.
And so Malaclypse the Tertiary found himself disheartened, and unsure of his purpose. One day
he shoved his belongings into pocket and started walking north.
He wandered up through the jungles of Central America, crossed the Panama canal on a
made of driftwood, and finally strolled up into the desert of Mexico. There he hoped
that the ancient pyramids would present another vision, but none did.
After failing at the pyramids, Malaclypse the Tertiary went into a dirty
bookshop; hoping for some none-too-holy visions. The shop was old, as was the clerk,
who wanted to show him a picture of a lady and a Shetland pony. Mal declined and went
to peruse.
After a time he stumbled across a horrifying black thing at the bottom rack of the
transvestite section. All of his reason told him to ignore it, but a small yellow worm,
coiling about on the cover made him curious. He picked it up and out fell several thousand
golden worm- they had eaten most of the book.
He read what he could; something Disco... Chaos.... Nonsense
.... Chimp..... Then he found a page almost intact- It was marked as 53 The Brunswick
Shrine. He read of the sacred bowling alley and of the pilgrimages to San Francisco.
,ÄúGood enough!,Äù He said- and he set out for the Bay.
Legend tells of how he levitated over the U.S. border patrol in the guise
of a blue plastic shopping bag. Although I,Äôve heard Jorge Salinar tell of how he smuggled
Mal3 over in his trunk for fifty American dollars.
When he reached a road sign emblazoned with ,ÄúWelcome to Los Angeles,Äù
he stopped and heaved his left shoe into a ditch. This was no real loss though, as he had
lost his right shoe in Tiawana, but it seemed to have some ritual significance anyway.

Chapter Enrique.

How our hero Malaclypse the Tertiary comes to the Sacred Brunswick Shrine and
finds Lord Omar Kyamm Ravenhurst.

For Three days Mal3 wandered barefoot through the streets of Los Angeles. Then
at 11:00 pm on a Tuesday he turned a corned and beheld Barney,Äôs Brunswick Bowling
Alley.
,ÄúEureka!,Äù He cried. ,ÄúI have arrived.,Äù
He tip-toed into the bustling den of smoke and clattering and walked towards the
back, where the tables were. He was hoping for another sign. At one table, he saw a large,
old chimp drinking coffee.
,ÄúThis seems familiar.,Äù He said, and walked over to introduce himself. When he
looked again, he saw that the chimp was wearing cloths, and was, in fact, an old man.
,ÄúYou,Äôre not the chimp.,Äù Said Mal
,ÄúOh I,Äôm not, eh?,Äù replied the man.
,ÄúOh I,Äôm sorry,,Äù said Mal ,ÄúI was looking for some people- some kind of chaos
philosophy and disco appreciation club; do you know if they still come here?,Äù
Why? Are you one of them?,Äù Demanded the old man.
,ÄúWhat? No. I don,Äôt even really know who they are.,Äù Said Mal
,ÄúGood, then you,Äôre safe.,Äù Said the man. ,ÄúSit down and order yourself some coffee.
My name is Saint Lord Omar Kyamm Ravenhurst.,Äù
,ÄúWait- I do know you,Äù said Mal.
,ÄúCrap!,Äù said Lord Omar ,Äúwell it,Äôs too late now; if you,Äôre here to kill me then
you,Äôre here to kill me.,Äù
,ÄúWhat?...,Äù said Mal
,ÄúNever mind.,Äù Said Lord Omar. ,ÄúTell me your name Mr. Barefoot-hasn,Äôt-showeredin-
six-months.,Äù
,ÄúNine months,Äù said Mal T ,ÄúMy name is Malaclypse the Tertiary.,Äù
,ÄúWhat? You pirated his name?,Äù said Omar.
,ÄúExcuse me?,Äù replied Mal T
,ÄúMalaclypse the younger, the other old coot; the dead one. You stole his name.
,ÄúI honestly never knew his name,Äù said Mal ,ÄúThe copy of your holy book that I
found was truly holy! That is, festered with worm holes and barely legible- I only by
chance found your name. And I swear that I came about my own name honestly enough.
,ÄúThe little gold worms?,Äù replied Omar, ,Äúyeah we,Äôve seen them before... but go
on.,Äù
,ÄúThe name derives,,Äù Malaclypse began, ,ÄúFrom my days as a cart hauler in the salt
plants at the South end of the Dead Sea. There, amongst the Israeli workers I was
nicknamed Malachyp... a Hebrew colloquial for ,Äò salty ,Äò ; I altered the ending for the sake
of American tounges. The tertiary ending comes from my well practiced ability to exist in
three separate realities simultaneously, thus becoming tertiary.
,ÄúCuriouser and curiouser,Äù said Lord Omar. ,ÄúMy Mal derived his name from
the Old Greek ,Äòmalac,Äô which meant soft. And he was the younger because of the ancient
sage Malaclypse the Elder who wandered the ancient world.,Äù
,ÄúStrange indeed for I have never heard of him either!,Äù said Mal.
,ÄúSo tell me my coincidence ridden friend,,Äù said Omar, ,ÄúWhat brings you to my forbidden
table, other than blind fate and dumb luck.,Äù
,ÄúMy story begins in Peru,Äù said Mal. And then he told his tale of the wholly visions.
He told of the experimental cults and their eventual disintegration; of the loss of friends
and of hope. Finally he told of his long pilgrimage North towards nowhere in particular.
When he finished Lord Omar sat quietly for a time. Then Omar said
,ÄúHokey Smokes man, dig this, it,Äôll flip your mind.,Äù
And he recounted to Mal T the foundation of Discordianism. He spoke of his own
visions, of the writing of the book; quoting bits here and there. He told him of the
movement, and of the Goddess, and of the holy men and women. Lastly he spoke of how
Malaclypse the Younger had died, in his way; by walking out over and across the Pacific
Ocean., never to be heard from again.
,ÄúAnd after that everything just went to
hell in a bucket.,Äù Omar finished.
,ÄúA bucket?,Äù asked Mal.
,ÄúA hand basket doesn,Äôt imply enough
intensity.,Äù Said Lord Omar.
,ÄúI see.,Äù Said Mal.

Important Interjection. It has been widely rumored in Germany and abroad, that the
astounding coincidences implied in this meeting are the result of Mal T aging backwards
through time, like Merlin. This enabled him to be a great sage in the ancient world, but
in the present, as he nears his birth, he seems to start forgetting things. Then he rediscovers
them and goes around whistling about how swell and novel these tired old ideas
are.
It has also been implied that Malaclypse the Tertiary is actually the young form of
Malaclypse the Younger, and that they are both forms of Malaclypse the Elder. Some say
that the name actually will be invented for the first time in the year 2098, when he will
be officially un-born.
The official Beurocractic Er-An-Eristic council would like to state for public record
that two of these things are absolutely true and one is a deadpan lie.

Meanwhilst, back at Yonder Bowling Shrine. ,Äî
Starring:

Saint Lord Omar Kyamm Ravenhurst
11. The real live old co-founder of the faith/unfaith. Really.

Malaclypse the Tertiary
-As the young usurper.


Cue here-


,ÄúSo here we are two holy men with nothing better to do than slum around
a bowling alley.,Äù Said one.
,ÄúEither this is planned, or it,Äôs ridiculously bad luck..,Äù said the other and
chuckled.
,ÄúIf Fru is the God of Laughter, than Eris, Goddess of Discord, is his mother.,Äù
Said the first in reply.

Just then the lights fell dim and everything went silent.


Try not to think thoughts.

The two holy men, young and old respectively, looked about the room in awe. Around
them bowlers were frozen into akward statues, falling pins, hovered, ignoring gravity. Tim
had stopped. They looked at each other and became keenly aware that once again, something
interesting was going to happen.
They looked up to see the Chimp and the Platypus standing side by side, befurred
like two Atlantean meleks.
,ÄúGentlemen!,Äù They said, their voices in unison(which was, of course,
rather spooky.)
,ÄúThere is no Problem.,Äù The twin mammal said.
,ÄúThere is no solution. Nothing was ever wrong.
Isn,Äôt that hilarious.,Äù
As they ended a wall on the far end of the room came crashing down. Then the
walls started falling one by one. Some inward, some outward; and some strait down like a
car window. And all this while the ceiling and the frozen alley remained unmoved.
Then the ceiling went tearing away, revealing an immense black void where the sky
should be, swirling like the belly of creation itself. Then the Earth tore itself out from
under the building and plummeted away into the blackness.
The rectangular bowling alley hung in the cosmic empty like a great divine chess
board. There was a quiet whistling and a cold wind that blew through the two men. And
it blew their minds.
They gazed up and saw a brilliant light, emerging from the great fold of the void.
The light exploded and filled the sky and from it,Äôs center emerged three golden forms.
They saw the Goddess; resplendent in her glory. Her hair flowed out like symphonic
rivers of compassion. Her form curved like infinity and her eyes held deep pools of universal
mojo.
She stood upon a great Golden Goat, whose horns were the sun and the moon, and
whose eyes were Pickard,Äôs moon and Sputnik. In her right hand Eris held a golden apple
(Acapulco) ,Äì her sigil. And in here left hand she grasped the left ankle of a dangling baby
boy. She swung him gently and he swayed giddily. His face was covered; masked by a
golden coiled serpent, chasing it,Äôs own tail.
And beneath the mask shone a terrible light. It,Äôs thin rays seared the fabric of time-
space as they crept out.
Then the Goddess Eris Spoke.
,ÄúKnow ye the this oh upright Chimps of Faith. ...
,ÄúI am Eris Kallisti Discordia. I am Chaos and Objection; Devils advocacy and
dumb luck; shit and shinola..
,ÄúKnow now that this is my son the immortal Godchild FRU. Know him for
he can be your salvation. He is not my only begotten son, but he is my finest begotten
son, and that is the point.
Also the conception was somewhat less than immaculate- but I shall reveal this
later. My main point is that Fru now sits at my Left hand!,Äù
Then the Great Goddess raised her apple high into the air where it ignited.
The smoke fumed from it and poured into the void, swirling around like the arms of
a galaxy.
The Golden Serpent mask now uncoiled and the furious face of Fru now
shone in it,Äôs honesty. And the small mouth opened and the Godchild cried out ,Äì
FRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!
The irreconcilable eyes tore through the hearts and minds of Omar and Mal and
they were suddenly broken and fell on their faces in unbridled laughter.
The laughter grew deeper, until the muscle spasms took over and they convulsed on
the floor, gasping for air. The cackling swept through their bodies pushing out everything
that had ever been. In the turmoil Ego was lost and conciseness was reconstructed. Their
minds went to and fro and back again,Äî
And then they found Xanadu.
Then a snap and a whizzing sound and they were once again in their chairs at the
bowling alley. Around them pins crashed and bowlers did little dances. A growing bustle
slowly filled the room.
The two shaken men looked at each other; then Mal turned his gaze and Omar his
to follow, over to the near wall where the Chimp and the Platypus were leaning, each with
a cigarette in one hand and a half-empty beer in the other.
The two creatures looked up lazily.
,ÄúThat was that.,Äù Said the Chimp, solo this time.
,ÄúWe,Äôve about used up the exploding gag.,Äù Said the Platypus, ,Äú ,Äì
Later.,Äù
Then he and the Chimp turned and walked through the wall.
Once again Mal T and Omar looked at each other.
,ÄúA lot of fun, those guys.,Äù Said Mal.
,ÄúEverlasting and unavoidably so it would seem.,Äù Said Omar.
The two intrepid pioneers rested and recounted the experience to each
other. The vision had been clear and both knew that it was now time to talk bureaucracy.
Chapter: End it already! (Part 1 of 5)
Bureaucracy immediately rears it,Äôs big ugly head.
,ÄúThe Movement must be restructured.,Äù Said Mal T, ,Äú You and I, we can build it
together.,Äù
,ÄúYou go ahead with my blessing. ,Äú Said Omar, ,ÄúI,Äôm taking my retired ass
home to get some sleep. I,Äôm to old for all this HuJu.,Äù
,ÄúFair enough.,Äù Responded Mal T.
,ÄúWe,Äôll rename ourselves The Grand Unified Fruerisian Assembly.,Äù Said Lord
Omar ,Äú ... And go ahead and have my congregation, if you can find them, or want to
even.
,ÄúI will do my very best unless I decide to give up!,Äù declared Malaclypse the Tertiary
proudly.
,ÄúSwell.,Äù Said Omar ,ÄúThen by the wholly power of the Sacred Apple Corpse and the
Authority of The Keepers of the Sacred Chao, and by the scruple of Malaclypse the Younger
I anoint you the Omnibenevolent Polyfather of Virginity in Gold Nuevo.,Äù
,ÄúI humbly accept this tremendous yet imaginary burden.,Äù Said Mal. ,ÄúAnd Thus I
declare you to be Co-Refounder of the faith/unfaith. King Kong Immortalis!,Äù
,ÄúI most ungraciously accept.,Äù Said Omar.
This went on for a time and each named the other a great many things and many,
many parodicly formal gestures were made.
And then in the spirit of Martin Luther, Patron Poo Bah of religious
reform, (and namesake to Dr. Marin Luther King Sr. and Jr.)
11. they sat down and concocted 95 pretty good points regarding the failures of the
POEE and their ideological rightness (ha!) Of their campaign.
Thus the 95 Pretty Good Points were writen, but coffee was spilled and
90 of the points were lost, being written on napkins.
Then Malaclypse the Tertiary declared that should nail the remaining
napkin to the front door of the Cabal of Malaclypse the Younger, again in the spirit of
Luther. Lord Omar informed him of was the Joshua Norton Cabal, and that it was located
in Mal 2,Äôs pineal gland, which was across the Pacific with the rest of him.
,ÄúThen I will go to the shore where he stepped off,,Äù Mal T said, ,Äúand I will bring a
little boat, with a little sail. I will pin the napkin with the 5 PGP,Äôs to the little mast and
I will pace a hammer and a nail in the boat. Lastly I will write a short note to Mal two,
asking that if he is alive and has received this, could he nail this napkin to the back of
his own head.,Äù
Lord Omar was stunned. ,ÄúBrilliant.,Äù He said, standing, ,Äú I now know That
I am leaving this strange baby, this life,Äôs work of mine, in the proper grubby little hands.
,ÄúI have to go now,Äù he continued, ,Äú My home, my prison awaits me. But I will be
sure to mail you Holy writings that come to me on this matter, in case you,Äôre going to
write a book too. You can pick them up in the Central branch Post Office in Roanoke, VA
under the name ,ÄòSkippy Dippy.,Äô
,ÄúAnd if you ever need to speak to me again in person, just bury $5,000 U.S. dollars
in a shoebox in your backyard. I will call you within three days.
,ÄúGoodbye Lord Omar,,Äù Malaclypse said, ,ÄúIt has been very strange indeed.,Äù
,ÄúIt certainly has. This reminds me of what Three Ears, my Lakota Shaman mentor
told me on his deathbed.
,ÄúWhat was that?,Äù Asked Mal.
,ÄúHe said Maybe being a Shaman wasn,Äôt such a great Idea after all.,Äù Lord
Omar finished.
,ÄúBitter and Poignant,Äù responded Mal, ,ÄúAlmost anticlimactic... The perfect note to
end the conversation on.,Äù
,ÄúRight on man.,Äù Said Omar.
Then he turned and ran out of the bowling alley as fast as he could. He crashed
through the double exit doors and almost smashed intro a small family. Then he
vanished. Malaclypse cleared out as well and made his way to the ocean. There he made
good his promises and sailed his little boat. He knew that if Mal the Younger were still
alive that he would find it somehow.
And then he walked out into the city to spread around some of the weirdness
which was now broiling about in his head.

Nobody asked for that.

Woah....just....woah.

tl;dr

Quote from: Fizzwitz Glorypooptl;dr

Yep.

Quote from: CainWoah....just....woah.

I didn't say it was BAD, I just said that he was wrong...nobody asked for that.

I'm still going "woah".

Quote from: CainI'm still going "woah".

AND YA DON'T STOP!
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I was pouring ravioli onto a plate and it formed the chao.

Which is strange, because ravioli is rectangular

Nobody asked for this either, but here it is again:

Quote from: Baron von HooplaAt a low period in my life I was seeking enlightenment. Lounging in my empty bathtub, fully clothed, I pondered the state of this sorry world. Wondering why there was so much confusion and strife afflicting so many; wondering if this was this and that was that, and whether tit really did anything for tat. Realizing that I wasn't philosophizing anymore and merely invoking Suess I decided that it was time to move outdoors, for fresh air and sun, to seek my enlightenment in the world.

On the sidewalk I found an Oh Henry bar. Looking around, I saw nobody who seemed ready to lay a claim on it - the bar seemed to be up for grabs. I crouched down and examined it closely, without touching it, of course. I wasn't about to become insnared by some intrepid alien or big game hunter. I didn't detect any strings, and the sidewalk around the candy seemed kosher. The bar was mine. Snatching it up, I moved to a bench to consume it in comfort at my own leisure. It was chocolatey, it was caramely, it was nugety, it was sweet and it was gooey. It did not, however, enlighten me.

Sitting on the bench, I sighed. Where next should I seek my enlightenment? As I mulled this query over I noticed a small book on the bench next to me. Curious, I picked it up, and read the cover; it was the Collected Short Stories of O. Henry.

This was a stunning coincidence. This, undoubtedly, meant something. As I opened the book to peruse the contents I was struck by something that made the book altogether more strange - all the pages were torn out, save those between fifty-five and sixty-nine, a story entitled The Green Door. I felt this story must be of cosmic significance, and so devoured it on the spot. Here would be the answers to the cause of all the strife and confusion in the world. I read the story in a few minutes, and chuckled once or twice, was saddened at least once, and sighed at the end. The story was touching and amusing, but I did not, however, answer my questions.

I felt perplexed. I felt confused. I felt discombobulated. I did
not, however, feel enlightened.

Still searching, I walked.

I walked five blocks, and was then struck down to the pavement with another stunning coincidence. A porno theatre was showing a revival of Behind The Green Door. This was a stunning synchronicity. This, undoubtedly, meant something. I paid my admission, bought another Oh Henry bar at the candy counter, and ventured into the theatre. The movie had already started as I made my way through the sickeningly clammy sound of about fifty people beating their meat in the audience. I shuffled into the back row and tried to find a seat which hadn't been issued upon. As I sat down -just for a laugh- I began to smack the palm of my hand against the back of my neck furiously, and moan overly loud. The monkey spanking subsided for about seventeen seconds. I chuckled to myself, and began to unwrap my candy bar.

As I took the first bite I realized the movie had stopped in place on the screen. Marilyn Chambers' legs were spread-eagled, and all her glory was center stage, so to speak. So many euphemisms which are inappropriate rattled through my brian . . . tacos and beavers should not be compared to the same part of the body described as The Mound Of Venus. As this thought fluttered through my mind I also noticed the silence in the theatre. There were no sounds of auto eroticism whatsoever, in fact my fellow patrons seemed to be petrified in the more literal sense. I became alarmed by this, but was even more alarmed when Marilyn Chambers' bush on-screen burst into flames, and began to speak to me.

BARON VON HOOPLA, a satiny female voice called from the burning bush. YOU MADE LEVITY IN A PLACE OF SOLEMN WORSHIP.

I gulped, since there seemed little else to do under the circumstances.
HOW DO YOU STAND AGAINST THESE CHARGES? the female voice asked. Guilty, I hiccuped. I had mocked the meat-beaters. My candy bar was melting in my hand. I could feel it.

GOOD. said the voice. YOU'RE ONE OF MINE.

Who, who are you? I asked.

I YAM WHO I YAM, came the reply.

Popeye?! I exclaimed. It didn't sound like Popeye.

NAY, I AM CALLED ERIS NANCY DISCORDIA. GODDESS OF CHAOS CONFUSION STRIFE CREATIVITY AND BUREAUCRACY. I AM THE HODGE OF THE RISING PODGE AND THE PODGE OF THE SINKING HODGE - GRAND WAZOO OF ALL THINGS FUNNY.

Why have you chosen me? I asked, not cowering as blatantly as a few minutes prior, but still cowering nonetheless.

FOR YOU ARE A GOOD APPLE. YOU ARE AWAKE ENOUGH TO QUESTION, SKEPTICAL ENOUGH TO QUESTION THE APPARENT ANSWERS, GULLIBLE ENOUGH TO FOLLOW MYSTERY, HUMOROUS ENOUGH TO MOCK THE SERIOUS AND SERIOUS ENOUGH TO AWAKEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU EMBODY THE IDEALS OF THE SACRED CHAO, AND LO, I DEEM YOU A KEEPER OF IT. Onto the ceiling of the theatre, the fire from the burning bush traced out a design. It was a circle bisected by an 'S' shape; on one side was depicted an apple emblazoned with a 'K', on the other a pentagon.

It's some for of Yin Yang? I asked.

THE YIN YANG IS A FORM OF THE SACRED CHAO. IT IS A REPRESENTATION OF THE UNIVERSE. ALL THE ANSWERS YOU SEEK WILL BE FOUND WITHIN THAT CIRCLE, WHICH IS THE SERPENT SWALLOWING ITS OWN TAIL.

That's the answer to why there is so much strife and confusion in the world? I don't understand . . . why an apple and a pentagon?

CHAOS IS THE ENTIRE CIRCLE, ONE HALF IS ORDER, THE OTHER DISORDER. THEY ARE BOTH NATURAL MANIFESTATIONS OF THE UNDERLYING CHAOS. ONCE YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, YOU UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING. FARE THEE WELL-

Wait! One more question! What's the best way to deal with the strife and confusion of the world?

LAUGHTER! came the reply. FARE THEE WELL-

Wait! One last question! Why Nancy??

WHAT?

Why Eris Nancy Discordia? I asked. Why Nancy?

NANCY'S A NICE NAME. FARE THEE WELL KEEPER OF MY SACRED CHAO! SPREAD MY WORD - ALL MEN SHALL BE SAILORS THEN UNTIL THE SEA SHALL FREE THEM!

Wait! I called, You stole that from Leonard Cohen!

NAY - HE STOLE THAT FROM ME.

Thus, I was enlightened.

The bush ceased to burn. The film ran forward. The manhandling kicked back in, but sounded more serene this time, like a gentle rainfall on a tin roof. I stood up and noticed a small book on the seat next to me. I took it out into the light of the lobby and read the title, 'Principia Discordia', I heard a female voice in the center of my head say READ IT: BELIEVE ALL OF IT, BELIEVE NONE OF IT. I walked outside, and promptly slipped on a banana peel, while thinking 'Indeed, do many strange things come to pass.'

I was on &totse, bored one night when ill.  For want of anything else, I went through the religious tracts.  I had already seen the Church of the Sungenius ones, which seemed interesting, but if I wanted to know more I'd have to part with my food money for the next week.

Then I saw the ones marked Discordianism.  I knew the name from the Terry Pratchett game, Discorword Noir, where it worshipped the goddess Errata who started the Tsortean War and was involved in and knew of every conspiracy in the city of Ankh-Morpork, but I didnt know it was based on anything more than the myth of the Trojan war.  It was also free to find the books online.

So basically, an accident of economics and boredom bought me here.

i found her because she is eris

i havent done anything to her yet because bitch is still laughing at me
and she keeps saying
'not until you finish your work'



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH

not until i finish my work

i bet she gives out to everybody when i aint lookin

She gave out to me twice just last week.

i am going to start walking around with a white flag

It's because you're not enough of a Good Discordian,Ñ¢.  Too much influence from TGRR and his motley crew.

:lol:

why?

because i would use the white flag to suffocate people and beat them with the flag pole?



i wouldnt actually do that unless it was Special CircumstancesTM


i am eating brazil nuts
drinking water
listening to elevator music
5 is my favorite number



i dont even know how to make the TM go up


LHX = l00z3r of teh intranets

Just copy and paste it from my sig.  's what I'm doing.

If you were a Good Discordian,Ñ¢, you would wave the flag, and bake everyone cookies and pie.


Mmmmmmmm pie.

We have POEE nowadays for all this sort of stuff, you realise?

::double take::

Shhhhh, silly Bad Discordians.  POEE is where you lesser types belong.

My point was censorship had nothing to do with anything else, it was simply a problem with this board.  No need for this to flare up again, unprovoked.

Cain, Renegade to even the Rogue Discordians.

this conversation is making me lose my appetite for pie

Here, have a cookie.  You'll feel better, I'll feel better, we'll all feel better.

Sadly, I honestly doubt you'd feel better.

What can we do to make your stay at PD.com more comfortable?

Quote from: eroticSadly, I honestly doubt you'd feel better.

What can we do to make your stay at PD.com more comfortable?

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and turn mine off too

You first.  I'll be right behind you.

And thus the true failing of all mass movements is made apparent.

I do my best to be illustrative.


LMNO
-Helpful.

LMNO

erotic

nope

dint work

LHX - slow learner

You rang?

Quote him to see how its done.

I don't regret to inform you all that the White Flag has been coopted as a symbol of the International Discordian Jihad. So you know not to trust any fucker waving one around, unless you yourself are the one waving it (and even then trust should be dubiously given).

It was a dark an stormy night...
Paesior was busy preparing dinner when all of a sudden his phone rang.

He looked up from the meal he was preparing.

The phone rang again.

He walked over to the phone, picked it up and placed it to his ear.

The phone rang again...

He pressed the "answer call" button.

"Hello?" He said.

The voice on the other end replied "Hello is this Jeff?"

"No" stated Paesior, "This is Paesior"

"Jeff, Jeff? It's Eris here, can you hear me?" said the voice, somewhat frantically.

"No, I'm afraid you have the wrong number" said Paesior.

"I have the wrong number? I called you looking for Jeff, and seeing as you are not him, it would seem that it is YUO who have the wrong number" The line went dead.

Upon hearing this, Paesior was enlightened.

"Now what?" he asked.

Also,

BUMP

When i met Eris I asked her if we could play a game and she said "sure why don't we play hide and go fuck yourself" so i did. It was fun and afterwards my mommy made fresh lemonade.

Quote from: Regret on March 28, 2008, 10:47:05 PM
When i met Eris I asked her if we could play a game and she said "sure why don't we play hide and go fuck yourself" so i did. It was fun and afterwards my mommy made fresh lemonade.

I declare this the best enlightenment parable ever.

My story:
Once, I stumbled upon the Wikipedia page on Discordianism, and it's been all downhill from there. By which I mean it's improved dramatically.

How did you stumble on the wiki page???

I need DETAILS dammit.

I'm still not entirely sure how I found the wiki page either. I know it was linked from chaos, but beyond that, I'm still a bit hazy.

Quote from: Hoopla on March 31, 2008, 11:33:31 PM
How did you stumble on the wiki page???

I need DETAILS dammit.

I forget, but it definitely was NOT via your link on this Uncyclopedia page: http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Eris_Discordia

Quote from: Cainad on April 01, 2008, 01:58:19 AM

Quote from: Hoopla on March 31, 2008, 11:33:31 PM
How did you stumble on the wiki page???

I need DETAILS dammit.

I forget, but it definitely was NOT via your link on this Uncyclopedia page: http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Eris_Discordia

Well, that certainly was a hilariously unfunny article. o-o

Quote from: davedim on April 01, 2008, 02:17:21 AM

Quote from: Cainad on April 01, 2008, 01:58:19 AM

Quote from: Hoopla on March 31, 2008, 11:33:31 PM
How did you stumble on the wiki page???

I need DETAILS dammit.

I forget, but it definitely was NOT via your link on this Uncyclopedia page: http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Eris_Discordia

Well, that certainly was a hilariously unfunny article. o-o

No kidding. How the fuck do you make jokes about something that, by it's very nature, can't decide if it's a joke or not?

Cainad,
Not paid to say nice things about Uncyclopedia.

Quote from: Cainad on April 01, 2008, 02:30:50 AM

Quote from: davedim on April 01, 2008, 02:17:21 AM

Quote from: Cainad on April 01, 2008, 01:58:19 AM

Quote from: Hoopla on March 31, 2008, 11:33:31 PM
How did you stumble on the wiki page???

I need DETAILS dammit.

I forget, but it definitely was NOT via your link on this Uncyclopedia page: http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Eris_Discordia

Well, that certainly was a hilariously unfunny article. o-o

No kidding. How the fuck do you make jokes about something that, by it's very nature, can't decide if it's a joke or not?

Cainad,
Not paid to say nice things about Uncyclopedia.

Almost every article on Uncyclopedia looks like that to me.

A few random pages as examples:
http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Zoidberg (http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Zoidberg)
http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Canary_Islands (http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Canary_Islands)
http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Brown (http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Brown)

Uncyclopedia is where wikinazis go to relax and "have fun" after a long hard day of being an internet dictator.

Quote from: Cainad on April 01, 2008, 01:58:19 AM

I forget, but it definitely was NOT via your link on this Uncyclopedia page: http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Eris_Discordia

Your denial is suspicious.

Bugger off. Yuo linked to yuor blog, not to the Wikipedia page.

I didn't even know the Discordian Society was still alive when I started getting into it. I kept finding old, dead websites and thinking I was part of a very old, very dead joke. I was in it for lulz, but then I found out you spags here and at poee.co.uk had been beating it to death for years. I was humbled.

Quote from: Cainad on April 01, 2008, 02:56:12 AM
Bugger off. Yuo linked to yuor blog, not to the Wikipedia page.

I didn't even know the Discordian Society was still alive when I started getting into it. I kept finding old, dead websites and thinking I was part of a very old, very dead joke. I was in it for lulz, but then I found out you spags here and at poee.co.uk had been beating it to death for years. I was humbled.

O mm hmm?

OKAY I ADMIT IT

Baron von Hoopla is my personal Discordian prophet and led me down the path of Troof, and is the reason I am here.
Let that sink in... Cainad is here because of Hoopla... it's Hoopla's fault.

Backfire, ITT

No no, don't try to drag me into your private epic fail; I simply found your curiously conspicuous denial rather amusing.

Please carry on...

No.

...mmm?  No?

As you wish.

When I met Eris she was pretending to be Buddha, which worked out well because I was pretending to be Buddhist at the time.

Well, it was working well until the angry mob showed up anyway.

My friend showed me his copy of Principia Discordia when I was visiting him during Thanksgiving 04.  Bought a copy of the Steve Jackson Games version shortly after.  Read it a few times and larfed.  :lulz: Let it sit on my coffee table for a few months. A few people over at Fark suggested that I read The Illuminatus! Trilogy  :fnord: so I had my wife buy it for me for my birfday.  Ended up being a ReBirfday.  It freed me from the shackles of boring vanilla Christianity. I reread PD and found out that there was much troof in it.  I then schlepped around the internets for a few years, searching for fundies to poke with a spoon for locking me up in chains for so many years.   :pokewithstick: After I got bored with that, I ended up here you with you loons.  The End.

Back in the Retail Hell days my co-worker/friend Chuck Full-O-Pope kept quoting this little black book (SJGames PD).  The week before he had brought in THHGTG and was quoting from that.  We had lots of nyuks when we should've been selling plastic crap to people with too much disposable income on their hands. 

Anyhoo, he lent me the little black book while I was taking a trip to upstate NY to visit the in-laws.  As you can imagine, when one is visiting the in-laws, burying your face in a book can be but one way to maintain sanity and good humor.  So, I thought it was a ha-ha and more.  We formed the Maine Platypus Cabal, suckered another co-worker into joining.  Eventually Chuck and I both ended up here.  Chuck made all of 3 posts and flounced cause he didn't like you guys.  Haven't seen the guy in over a year.  Anyway, that's my story. 

I just spontaneously materialized one day.







LMNO
-has told the story a few too many times already.

What was Chuck's name on here?

Chuck Full-O-Pope.  This guy:  http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?action=profile;u=1020 (http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?action=profile;u=1020)
I think he said he wasn't fond of all the political discussions.  I think we came on during a somewhat turbulent time on the board, I think that might've turned him off as well.  I'm more stubborn than he is I guess. 

For some reason I thought you'd been here longer than me...

Probably because you keep flouncing, spag.

True.

Quote from: Hoopla on April 01, 2008, 03:03:49 PM
For some reason I thought you'd been here longer than me...

It's been a long and strange trip indeed.  

Eris and I have crossed paths numerous times, so far (thankfully) missing each other each time.  However being occasionally in her wake has been dare I say 'Illuminating'.  My first time I must have been the tender age of 16 or 17, when I read a few grafitti'd scrawls on the wall saying Fnord!  Obviously I had no idea at the time what the hell it all meant, but this was for me High school, which was like almost 20 years ago to me now, a year or two later I picked up the Shea & Wilson Illuminantus trilogy which I know not everyone cares for but as a start was quite shocking (at least to me in my Straightlaced world) and scary but funny at the same time, where I learned the nature of 'Fnord' and the bell rang in my head and yes I think I did salivate upon hearing it.  I passed along the book to friends who rather enjoyed the crazy romp, them being a little more 'hip' in the whole drug culture connected with others as stoners seem to do, and they talked and word was passed to me that the PD that was regularly quoted was a real book, and not just some fictional piece of work, they claimed it was made by RAW & Shea (not knowing the real circumstances) that supposedly it was just something that they made up to help promote the book.  I collected the quotes and did my own searchings very intrigued by it all, though it took another year before I actually met up with people who had an actual copy of it, a Steve Jackson version.  They were a little more informed about the actual origins and the like in part because they were part of that inner steve jackson games crowd/circle, being regular beta testers and all that, and understanding the craziness of PD and Illuminantus was almost required to be a part of that world.  Within a few months, I had my own copy, but it wasn't a SJG copy, but a loompanics version though with the purple cover not the yellow.  And I started to really understand what was going on.

The funny thing was is that each and every time I came across the work was usually in May, each and every year starting from when I first saw the Fnord scribbled on the wall.  Right up until I moved out of the SJG beta-testers I was actually crashing with at the time.  Always right around May.  I started to devote myself to all this and it pretty much as stuck for the past 15 years, though in a very passive sense, with the occasional outbursts of crazy inspiration to do something, though they only happened sporatically, and no longer were they only in may, given the fact I had noticed already and Eris didn't need to indirectly hit me with that clue-by-four anymore.  A few years back I 'published' (I use the term very loosely) a compendium of discordian works which I called the Discordia Totalus, it contained the Principia Discordia, the Metaclysmia Discordia, The Summa Discordia, the Book of Eris, and The Zenarchist Cookbook, with the Apocrypha tacked onto the end.  It was something like 700 pages in total in hardcover via lulu printing (those who know lulu understand why I use the term publish very loosley).  Weighty enough that if someone bible thumped me I had a hard thick book now to thump them back with, hopefully causing injury.

The copy has since passed from my hands hopefully thumping others either with its content, or at least its weighty goodness over ones head.  Locally I did the whole EGGGASM thing here this past easter though I didn't talk about it, beyond my live in gf who still doesn't get it (she might, she might not, only time and Eris can tell), I plan on doing a little more solo mindfucks throughout the year because as I am on the road to age 40 now, I know that my 'faith' isn't just a teenaged whimsical desire to be a rebel, but something a little more real.

I tend to still come across as straight laced still (not like a mormon so much just as someone who doesn't look like they fit into any subculture, a faceless drone if you will) it gives me the perfect disguise to play with people because normal blinders are not up when I am around.  I don't know if I will make much contribution to the greater discordia as a whole, or even to these forums, all I know is that I am just a person who has been discordian whether I knew it or not for almost 20 years, and probably will for the next 40 years barring any chaotic accidents causing my untimely demise, but hey... crap happens.  Maybe Eris will come and pay me a personal visit and Ill find myself a raving lunatic homeless preacher type wearing a poncho with the chao on it with a beard down to my toes?  Who knows only time and Eris will tell.

Quote from: Pope Shiny Beads on April 01, 2008, 10:05:08 PMa compendium of discordian works which I called the Discordia Totalus, it contained the Principia Discordia, the Metaclysmia Discordia, The Summa Discordia, the Book of Eris, and The Zenarchist Cookbook, with the Apocrypha tacked onto the end. 

It wasn't totalus if it didn't have the Wise Book of Baloney.

Hello, Pope Shiny Beads!

*likes Shiny Beads*

*likes beads that are shinny*

heya beady person

Is it too much to ask for someone to make a filter that would make it impossible to have the word "Pope" in your user name? 

Yes.

Welcome PSB.  You've been acronymized so that means you have to stay.

Hi Shiney.


Have you figured out it's all bullshit yet?

I'm forced to stay?  That almost makes me wanna leave.  Not that I am all 'reactionary' to everything, but ya know, its better than doing exactly what people say.  Regarding Pope, it used to be Rev. Shiny Beads, but I figured after thumping a few people calling myself a Rev. they seemed to latch on to it avoiding the Shiny Beads, (its okay to call someone 'Hey Rev' I guess) so I figured Id step down and fill my shoes properly and use Pope.  I could use Mome but... been there done that, whole other story.

The Discordia Totalus I guess was my own 'KJV1611' purposely avoiding a few books I found out there (like Jonestown, which is a massive book on its own) but still thick enough to be something that if dropped flat on a table would cause people to jump.  Only a few copies got printed (infact it still says 3 copies were ever put out) it was just a way for me to get my own copy of the book in hardcover format to hit stupid people with.  I like the fact as I get older people take me more and more seriously, having a big book helps, not that I have my own copy anymore, but I feel its best to make individual books these days, as opposed to compendiums, people balk at seeing large books, smaller books less so.

Is it all bullshit?  Isn't that what makes the plants grow?  If so maybe that aint so bad. Do I go and declare everything about the PD as gospel, like a indoctrinated robot?  Me thinks not.  I do admit that I am a tad 'conservative' in my 'faith' which is to say that I am less likely to jump on rooftops screaming memes at people in a version of shock therapy, it has its place, just not something I am wont to do.

PSB

I'm still saddened that the WBOB was left out.  :cry:

Shine, I suggest you take a look at our Black Iron Prison project:

http://www.poee.co.uk/bip

You might like it.

When I met Eris...she made me buy her an orange mocha frappaccino. What a fruitcake.

Yippee - another promising new noob!

1) Go fuck yourself

2) Avatar or repeat step 1 (in the ear)

3) Welcome to boards

I have an aple shaped birth mark and idiot parents who named me Goldie.

Dido,
refuses too lazy to be promising.

GOLDIE!?

(http://www.cinematical.com/images/2005/04/goldie.jpg)

YOU CAN'T BE GOLDIE!  YOU'RE DEAD!

Death contradicts existence? You know, I always assumed that it just ended it.

Relieved.

"If you meet Eris in the road, shoot hertell that crazy bitch to start walking on the sidewalk, for fuck's sake."

for some reason i started to think about "forks in the road" just now...

ERIS is my inspiration , is the life ,is action forever

Quote from: DORADA on May 17, 2008, 06:24:54 AM
ERIS is my inspiration , is the life ,is action forever

That's a nice thought.

It was 7-8 years ago when I was "again" completely sick of living,no philosophy or belief system,nothing satisfied me nor fit me.I was just not happy.I wasnt goin to school properly,and Id start studyin just 1-2 days before finals.Rest of the time,all I did was paintin,readin,writing and doin drugs at the max.
Even Mom was thinkin that I was broke in the head and useless.I remember everytime I wanted to tell her about my thoughts,she would say "Yeah OK,the entire planet is crazy and You are smart,Is that what you're tryin to say?"
I was so sick of fightin myself and others.I found no meaning in life when people around me were just fine havin their own stupid delussions.I was so sick of hearing that I am "different" or "crazy" "not serious about life" "purposeless" etc either.
And so,of course after a while,I started thinkin that Im broke in the head,too.Finally I was convinced to go see a psychiatrist.I told the psychiatrist I was not happy,nothing or nobody satisfied me,that I find everything so ridicilous and stupid.
She ask me "do you drink?" I say "yes" she ask me "do you smoke?" i say "yes" she ask me "do you have a lot of friends?" i say " just a couple because i find people retarted and cant stand them"
so with a disgusted look on her face,she writes down a prescription.
It said "Major Depression" on it and she gave me all buncho pills to increase the seratonin level.
I start takin em,was cool with me caus I liked drugs anyway and sure those pills were givin me some high.But then using them for months and months didnt change my thoughts,just made me not "think" anymore and go on livin like a sheep..
That was not the point..So "again" I was not satisfied and feeling worse than ever.
2-3 years passed,Trying to cure my sick (!) mind.Changin the treatment every 6 months.Nothing did change.
One morning,being hungover as usual,I got up feelin shitty,went to the kitchen to make myself some tea.There I saw the newspaper mom got every morning,and there was a crossword puzzle,half the way done.
So I sit down,took a look until my hot water was ready for my tea.After fillin some of the columns,I saw the question on the top-right side of the puzzle,asked "What is the name for the Goddess of Discord in the Greek myth?"
As soon as I read the question,It somehow gave me a wierd but very strong feeling,like a storm in my head.All I had in my life was chaos,confusion and discord that I could never get over.
I was interested in Greek & Egyptian mythology but I never heard of the Goddess of Discord so I took my tea,quickly went back to my room,to find and learn much much more about our Lady Eris Kallisti Discordia.Searching&reading about Eris,I found the Principia Discordia and Discordianism.
After reading it,I realize that I was already a Discordian but I just didnt know it existed.I was the happiest woman in the entire planet in less than a half day.
So I said to myself "I knew I was OK,and YES THE ENTIRE FUCKIN PLANET IS SICK AND WE DISCORDIANS ARE FUCKIN FINE!"
It was the day I found the Goddess in a crossword puzzle,and together we went to eat hotdogs without buns but with tons of tabasco :)
Following days,I searched and educated myself with quantum physics and chaos theory.And I clearly realized what Max Stirmer was talkin about at the time.
In a very short time,I dropped school,work,everything and flew my ass to Amsterdam,which had already been my dream to live there,
And I became a nude model-PORNSTAR! ha ha hi hi he he hooooo  :D
Since then,I never felt bad ever again  :lulz:
Indeed,my happiness is multiplying by 5 each and everyday,
I am travelling the world,doin whatever I wanna do :) and That was exactly what I wanted to do :)
Hail Eris Hail Yes!!!!!
Love you all,
Kallisti!
xxxxx

QuoteSo I said to myself "I knew I was OK,and YES THE ENTIRE FUCKIN PLANET IS SICK AND WE DISCORDIANS ARE FUCKIN FINE!"

Sorry to say, the Discordians are sick, too.

There is no "fine" anywhere.


Also, hi.  Interesting first post.

Hey there, I think I remember you....you weren't signed up at the POEE forums as "kiss-eris", were you?

Welcome to the fold.  LMNO's right.  Even though we have a different perspective on things, it doesn't mean we're out of the woods yet, or ever.

Quote from: Lady Purple Eris on Trips on May 19, 2008, 06:16:45 PM
It was 7-8 years ago when I was "again" completely sick of living,no philosophy or belief system,nothing satisfied me nor fit me.I was just not happy.I wasnt goin to school properly,and Id start studyin just 1-2 days before finals.Rest of the time,all I did was paintin,readin,writing and doin drugs at the max.
Even Mom was thinkin that I was broke in the head and useless.I remember everytime I wanted to tell her about my thoughts,she would say "Yeah OK,the entire planet is crazy and You are smart,Is that what you're tryin to say?"
I was so sick of fightin myself and others.I found no meaning in life when people around me were just fine havin their own stupid delussions.I was so sick of hearing that I am "different" or "crazy" "not serious about life" "purposeless" etc either.
And so,of course after a while,I started thinkin that Im broke in the head,too.Finally I was convinced to go see a psychiatrist.I told the psychiatrist I was not happy,nothing or nobody satisfied me,that I find everything so ridicilous and stupid.
She ask me "do you drink?" I say "yes" she ask me "do you smoke?" i say "yes" she ask me "do you have a lot of friends?" i say " just a couple because i find people retarted and cant stand them"
so with a disgusted look on her face,she writes down a prescription.
It said "Major Depression" on it and she gave me all buncho pills to increase the seratonin level.
I start takin em,was cool with me caus I liked drugs anyway and sure those pills were givin me some high.But then using them for months and months didnt change my thoughts,just made me not "think" anymore and go on livin like a sheep..
That was not the point..So "again" I was not satisfied and feeling worse than ever.
2-3 years passed,Trying to cure my sick (!) mind.Changin the treatment every 6 months.Nothing did change.
One morning,being hungover as usual,I got up feelin shitty,went to the kitchen to make myself some tea.There I saw the newspaper mom got every morning,and there was a crossword puzzle,half the way done.
So I sit down,took a look until my hot water was ready for my tea.After fillin some of the columns,I saw the question on the top-right side of the puzzle,asked "What is the name for the Goddess of Discord in the Greek myth?"
As soon as I read the question,It somehow gave me a wierd but very strong feeling,like a storm in my head.All I had in my life was chaos,confusion and discord that I could never get over.
I was interested in Greek & Egyptian mythology but I never heard of the Goddess of Discord so I took my tea,quickly went back to my room,to find and learn much much more about our Lady Eris Kallisti Discordia.Searching&reading about Eris,I found the Principia Discordia and Discordianism.
After reading it,I realize that I was already a Discordian but I just didnt know it existed.I was the happiest woman in the entire planet in less than a half day.
So I said to myself "I knew I was OK,and YES THE ENTIRE FUCKIN PLANET IS SICK AND WE DISCORDIANS ARE FUCKIN FINE!"
It was the day I found the Goddess in a crossword puzzle,and together we went to eat hotdogs without buns but with tons of tabasco :)
Following days,I searched and educated myself with quantum physics and chaos theory.And I clearly realized what Max Stirmer was talkin about at the time.
In a very short time,I dropped school,work,everything and flew my ass to Amsterdam,which had already been my dream to live there,
And I became a nude model-PORNSTAR! ha ha hi hi he he hooooo  :D
Since then,I never felt bad ever again  :lulz:
Indeed,my happiness is multiplying by 5 each and everyday,
I am travelling the world,doin whatever I wanna do :) and That was exactly what I wanted to do :)
Hail Eris Hail Yes!!!!!
Love you all,
Kallisti!
xxxxx

Here. I give you your first... MITTENS!!

:mittens:

Incidentally, where might I look over your body... of work?

Are you feeling well LMNO?  I mean a whole hour expired before you commented on that part of her intro.   :lol:

Though on a slightly more serious note, we should attempt to work in some pd.com memes into her next production. 

I was busy vetting her myspace page to confirm non-trollage.

Then I was busy...   :fap:

LMNO, put that away... you'll scare her off, every gentleman knows you don't fap until the second post.

Gentleman?  Where?


Not to mention, if her profession is as she claims, she's probably used to it by now.

holla back everybody :)

Quote from: Cain on May 19, 2008, 06:25:50 PM
Hey there, I think I remember you....you weren't signed up at the POEE forums as "kiss-eris", were you?

yes,i had an account with the name "kiss-eris" ,didnt use it much thou.dunno if i will use this one a lot either  :p

Quote from: LMNO on May 19, 2008, 06:20:30 PM
Sorry to say, the Discordians are sick, too.
There is no "fine" anywhere.
Also, hi.  Interesting first post.

i dunno what u understand from bein fine or sick,but i wasnt the one to be treated in a pshyciatry clinic,thats what i meant,
and again thanks for the comment  :wink:

Quote from: LMNO on May 19, 2008, 07:15:43 PM
Incidentally, where might I look over your body... of work?

my website (www.kiss-eris.nl) is under construction at the moment,so is not active but here you can see couple pics of mine plus a trailer on the movies page (http://www.passion4porn.nl/Nude-shoots/Album4.htm) and if u want,will let you know whenever my own is activated  :)
And dear Ratatosk,for my first mittens,
55,555 thanks :D
cheers!

Quote from: Lady Purple Eris on Trips on May 19, 2008, 09:05:02 PM

And dear Ratatosk...

*squeee* my tail just went all bushy!

Quote from: Ratatosk on May 19, 2008, 09:20:26 PM

Quote from: Lady Purple Eris on Trips on May 19, 2008, 09:05:02 PM

And dear Ratatosk...

*squeee* my tail just went all bushy!

"Tail"    "Bushy"
NUDGE NUDGE WINK WINK

Quote from: TheStripèdOne on May 19, 2008, 09:22:36 PM

Quote from: Ratatosk on May 19, 2008, 09:20:26 PM

Quote from: Lady Purple Eris on Trips on May 19, 2008, 09:05:02 PM

And dear Ratatosk...

*squeee* my tail just went all bushy!

"Tail"    "Bushy"
NUDGE NUDGE WINK WINK

Say no more... a nudge is as good as a wink to a blind man...

Quote from: Ratatosk on May 19, 2008, 09:24:13 PM

Quote from: TheStripèdOne on May 19, 2008, 09:22:36 PM

Quote from: Ratatosk on May 19, 2008, 09:20:26 PM

Quote from: Lady Purple Eris on Trips on May 19, 2008, 09:05:02 PM

And dear Ratatosk...

*squeee* my tail just went all bushy!

"Tail"    "Bushy"
NUDGE NUDGE WINK WINK

Say no more... a nudge is as good as a wink to a blind man...

A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat.

A nudge would be discernible, since it involves poking people!

Quote from: TheStripèdOne on May 19, 2008, 11:08:02 PM

Quote from: Ratatosk on May 19, 2008, 09:24:13 PM

Quote from: TheStripèdOne on May 19, 2008, 09:22:36 PM

Quote from: Ratatosk on May 19, 2008, 09:20:26 PM

Quote from: Lady Purple Eris on Trips on May 19, 2008, 09:05:02 PM

And dear Ratatosk...

*squeee* my tail just went all bushy!

"Tail"    "Bushy"
NUDGE NUDGE WINK http://www.ipower.com/check/mail_check.bmlWINK

Say no more... a nudge is as good as a wink to a blind man...

A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat.

A nudge would be discernible, since it involves poking people!

oh i FAIL

MEMORAIS MOAR ABSURDIST HUMAR!  (Because, you know, that's exactly what Monty Python would have done)

Quote from: TheStripèdOne on May 19, 2008, 11:22:05 PM
MEMORAIS MOAR ABSURDIST HUMAR!  (Because, you know, that's exactly what Monty Python would have done)

*cue song*

I lost my ego
to a MiGo
when She stole...
my brain.

I lost my ego
to a MiGo
and all I got was
this refrain

Oh you might fall for a shoggoth or a Nightgaunt or a Deep One
But I find the best one

has leathery wings

So don't tell me of Dagon or Nodens or Hastur
cause I'll get there faster

on leathery wings

I lost my ego
to a MiGo
when She stole...
my brain.

I lost my ego
to a MiGo
and all I got was
this refrain

A shoggoth once bit my sister.

Quote from: TheStripèdOne on May 20, 2008, 12:00:46 AM
A shoggoth once bit my sister.

FUCK YUO, MY SHOGGOTH DIED OF BITING SISTERS!

Quote from: Pope Shiny Beads on April 02, 2008, 03:52:25 PM
The Discordia Totalus
Only a few copies got printed (infact it still says 3 copies were ever put out) it was just a way for me to get my own copy of the book in hardcover format to hit stupid people with. 

4 copies now

Eris kicked me in the shin when I met the man who is now my fiance. A while later, we actually met at sushi party and got drunk on plum sake.

Quote from: Quercus on January 29, 2009, 11:10:18 PM
Eris kicked me in the shin when I met the man who is now my fiance. A while later, we actually met at sushi party and got drunk on plum sake.

Who the fuck drinks Sake?

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 30, 2009, 12:50:38 AM

Quote from: Quercus on January 29, 2009, 11:10:18 PM
Eris kicked me in the shin when I met the man who is now my fiance. A while later, we actually met at sushi party and got drunk on plum sake.

Who the fuck drinks Sake?

Generally people, but I suppose squirrels could drink it too if they wanted.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 30, 2009, 12:50:38 AM

Quote from: Quercus on January 29, 2009, 11:10:18 PM
Eris kicked me in the shin when I met the man who is now my fiance. A while later, we actually met at sushi party and got drunk on plum sake.

Who the fuck drinks Sake?

The Wapanese all whist fapping to anime?

I do.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 30, 2009, 12:50:38 AM

Quote from: Quercus on January 29, 2009, 11:10:18 PM
Eris kicked me in the shin when I met the man who is now my fiance. A while later, we actually met at sushi party and got drunk on plum sake.

Who the fuck drinks Sake?

I do... especially when mixed in a "Tokyo Iced Tea"

Rum+Vodka+Plum Wine+Sake+Triple Sec+Sour Mix+splash of 7Up = AWESOME

I had sake a couple of times, most of the time it was disgusting, and one time it was really really good. But not that extremely good that I'm going to bother finding out why it was so good.

Quote from: Triple "Dave" Zero on January 30, 2009, 08:58:43 PM
I had sake a couple of times, most of the time it was disgusting, and one time it was really really good. But not that extremely good that I'm going to bother finding out why it was so good.

Sake is a complex drink, it taste best in the mix I mentioned. WARNING: two of those will probably do any normal drinker (Scottish Spags excluded). They are a lovely mix of wines and hard liquor and seem to land with a serious wallop.

Eris first appeared to me in the form of Brigitte Nielsen in the film Red Sonja.  I can trace my entire journey to Erisian thought to seeing that film in a theater in Albuquerque, New Mexico one hot summer in 1985.  I was ten years old.

Two weeks after seeing the film I was in a game store to purchase a chess board.  The store, a fairly upscale and grown-up place (not a toy store), had a display of the Dungeons & Dragons Basic Set.  The game seemed to hold the promise of the film, so I begged my dad to buy it.  He did.

Four years later I joined a gaming group in Seattle.  One day a player was running late, and the DM pulled out his copy of Steve Jackson Games Illuminati.  We drew Societies at random, and I got the Discordians.  I thought they were stupid, but I really liked the game.

One day I happened to be in a game store looking for a new game, and I saw the Steve Jackson edition of the Principia Discordia.  I flipped through it, didn't get it at all (is this related to a game?), but was so curious I ended up buying it.

It was pretty much all downhill from there.

(See I'm just too damn busy to post much or skim the place but I'm bored this afternoon and really enjoyed this thread so thought I'd chip in my 2p)

Basically I found Eris by the normal route, I made up strange religious parodies, read the Diceman, found weird Subgenius stuff online, read that, then found the Principia followed by Illuminatus! and then a flood of other crazy shit.  After all this I realised that I wasn't alone in my natural predisposition to want glorious horrible freedom and to take glorious horrible joy in fucking with peoples brains, including my own.

After a while I started having too many weird experiences and knackled down into working with chaos magic since its the Done Thing(tm).  After that I flirted with several other brands to create my own Brand X, since then I've done my damnest to balance blah vs. wah!, tap into my pineal gland (although I'm not hardcore enough yet, not trepanned myself), have a good laugh etc. etc. and in the course of this I've met Eris a couple of times.

The first time I was suffering intense pain from kidney stones, which by the way is a glorious method of beating down your brain down, she told me some trippy stuff (which I'm still trying to grok) then left me to my whimpering.

I've also seen her in a few dreams, where shes communicated a mixture of mystical states and practical if obtuse snippets.

As to what I've done to her, well nothing really, except perhaps exasperated her with my inflexibility a few times, its often more a what shes doing to me thing.

There are tons of ways to romance Eris without using a hallucinated godform as a mediator. Sure, occult practices make you feel like you're tapped right into the root of it, but I think that's really only the surface layer of Discordia. (I'm kind of post-occult myself, so take that for what you will.)

anyway, welcome aboard and dive right in!

Welcome Marquis Cablewitch. And don't be shocked when people here flame you, insult you, and say you aren't good enough to eat their already digested blood pudding.  That's just our way of saying, "Hello."

And for Goddess sake don't defend yourself for 20 pages! That never works.

Quote from: Marquis Cablewitch on February 04, 2009, 04:27:44 PM
(See I'm just too damn busy to post much or skim the place but I'm bored this afternoon and really enjoyed this thread so thought I'd chip in my 2p)

I lurked here for a month before I posted anything. If you don't get a feel for this place before they attack you, you're dead meat.

SV, you seem to me to have a skewed view of this place.

I jumped right on in without lurking much, myself. Lots of people do.

Tends to work out fine, depending on one's attitude.

Quote from: Sheered Völva on February 04, 2009, 05:22:24 PM

Quote from: Marquis Cablewitch on February 04, 2009, 04:27:44 PM
(See I'm just too damn busy to post much or skim the place but I'm bored this afternoon and really enjoyed this thread so thought I'd chip in my 2p)

I lurked here for a month before I posted anything. If you don't get a feel for this place before they attack you, you're dead meat.

Untrue! I came in here without a feel for the place, started posting, and got flamed. Mostly for being a twit, but I held my ground and came out of the whole ordeal with my major organs hardly damaged at all.

scars resulting from being hit with bar stools are a source of pride
(http://www.oliverreed.net/Gallery/g319.jpg)

Quote from: Cainad on February 05, 2009, 11:46:46 PM

Quote from: Sheered Völva on February 04, 2009, 05:22:24 PM

Quote from: Marquis Cablewitch on February 04, 2009, 04:27:44 PM
(See I'm just too damn busy to post much or skim the place but I'm bored this afternoon and really enjoyed this thread so thought I'd chip in my 2p)

I lurked here for a month before I posted anything. If you don't get a feel for this place before they attack you, you're dead meat.

Untrue! I came in here without a feel for the place, started posting, and got flamed. Mostly for being a twit, but I held my ground and came out of the whole ordeal with my major organs hardly damaged at all.

I showed up, posted, received little to no flames.
It probably just means I'm a better discordian than you.
That, or I use my secret mod status to eliminate posters that I don't like.

Quote from: Risus on February 06, 2009, 12:01:14 AM

Quote from: Cainad on February 05, 2009, 11:46:46 PM

Quote from: Sheered Völva on February 04, 2009, 05:22:24 PM

Quote from: Marquis Cablewitch on February 04, 2009, 04:27:44 PM
(See I'm just too damn busy to post much or skim the place but I'm bored this afternoon and really enjoyed this thread so thought I'd chip in my 2p)

I lurked here for a month before I posted anything. If you don't get a feel for this place before they attack you, you're dead meat.

Untrue! I came in here without a feel for the place, started posting, and got flamed. Mostly for being a twit, but I held my ground and came out of the whole ordeal with my major organs hardly damaged at all.

I showed up, posted, received little to no flames.
It probably just means I'm a better discordian than you.
That, or I use my secret mod status to eliminate posters that I don't like.

1) You post less, reducing opportunities for asshattery.
2) You tend to be funnier than I am.

Quote from: Cainad on February 06, 2009, 12:10:14 AM

Quote from: Risus on February 06, 2009, 12:01:14 AM

Quote from: Cainad on February 05, 2009, 11:46:46 PM

Quote from: Sheered Völva on February 04, 2009, 05:22:24 PM

Quote from: Marquis Cablewitch on February 04, 2009, 04:27:44 PM
(See I'm just too damn busy to post much or skim the place but I'm bored this afternoon and really enjoyed this thread so thought I'd chip in my 2p)

I lurked here for a month before I posted anything. If you don't get a feel for this place before they attack you, you're dead meat.

Untrue! I came in here without a feel for the place, started posting, and got flamed. Mostly for being a twit, but I held my ground and came out of the whole ordeal with my major organs hardly damaged at all.

I showed up, posted, received little to no flames.
It probably just means I'm a better discordian than you.
That, or I use my secret mod status to eliminate posters that I don't like.

1) You post less, reducing opportunities for asshattery.
2) You tend to be funnier than I am.

Either that

or
(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/cainadcannedhate.gif)

jesus christ

Quote from: Risus on February 06, 2009, 01:37:42 AM

Either that

or
(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb163/wompcabal/cainadcannedhate.gif)

:lulz: Still one of the funniest images ever WOMPed.

I did too.

It's the way my dad taught me to swim.  St.Ray was a brilliant and insane motherfucker. 

Quote from: Cramulus on February 04, 2009, 04:44:11 PM
There are tons of ways to romance Eris without using a hallucinated godform as a mediator. Sure, occult practices make you feel like you're tapped right into the root of it, but I think that's really only the surface layer of Discordia. (I'm kind of post-occult myself, so take that for what you will.)

anyway, welcome aboard and dive right in!

True enough, I find strange coincidences and vague feelings help as well, but hallucinations can be such vivid fun, although they're often damnably vague.

Ta for the welcome, I'll do my best to overcome my lurking tendencies.

Quote from: Cainad on February 06, 2009, 12:10:14 AM
1) You post less, reducing opportunities for asshattery.
2) You tend to be funnier than I am.

Well I reckon that point 1 will be mainly my tactic, I can't promise anything on pt. 2.

Thanks for the welcome all, I'll lurk around.

p.s. That frigging dancing can has given me the fear, wonderful :)

I was handed a copy by a short, fat, hairy, gay Pagan named Andy who had a crush on me. I read it all in one sitting and laughed myself silly. Been in love with Eris ever since  :D

Quote from: Palanar on February 10, 2009, 07:52:42 PM
I was handed a copy by a short, fat, hairy, gay Pagan named Andy who had a crush on me. I read it all in one sitting and laughed myself silly. Been in love with Eris ever since  :D

(above is the poster above's first post)

You're sick.  :x

Welcome.  :)

Quote from: Sheered Völva on February 11, 2009, 06:32:27 AM

Quote from: Palanar on February 10, 2009, 07:52:42 PM
I was handed a copy by a short, fat, hairy, gay Pagan named Andy who had a crush on me. I read it all in one sitting and laughed myself silly. Been in love with Eris ever since  :D

(above is the poster above's first post)

This message was brought to you by the Redundancy Department of Redundancy. :)

After years of confused and dispairing confusion, I found myself being preached the ethics of some philosopher, Kant or Aquinas or one of the utilitarianism guys, I forget.
In an instant something clicked, immediately I felt free, enlightened.
I was totally anarchic, and within my own head, apparently things had changed.
I half minded got a Bacon cob, not entirely in control of my actions, (if I ever was).
Some guy was trying to tell me about Nam, I came out of my skull, completely bamboozled him with circular logic and spent an hour talking to a girl about the pros and cons of formulaic vs spontaneous comedy. She was in a bad mood I think, I couldn't really tell, I felt so good.

I went home, and there was the goddess, on my landing, sitting on top of a pile of French-German translation dictionaries. She showed me that I could have my freedom, if I wanted.

What did I do to her?

Ignored her and smiled like a moron.
It was at about that time line belly the slender sat on me and demanded love, so I acted like a evil supergenious for a while.

Eventually the memories of the feeling and the thoughts faded, but they are in here somewhere, just waiting for me to order them a vindaloo.

StumbleUpon to Postergasm
Postergasm to BIP
BIP to Principia Discordia.

Quote from: Obecalp on February 12, 2009, 03:56:35 AM
StumbleUpon to Postergasm
Postergasm to BIP
BIP to Principia Discordia.

Srsly?  In reverse?

That's pretty awesome.

Quote from: LMNO on February 12, 2009, 12:46:52 PM

Quote from: Obecalp on February 12, 2009, 03:56:35 AM
StumbleUpon to Postergasm
Postergasm to BIP
BIP to Principia Discordia.

Srsly?  In reverse?

That's pretty awesome.

To this day I still think BIP is better than the Principia.

It is.  Until some fucking upstart turns everything on it's head in four decades.

Quote from: Verthaine on April 15, 2004, 08:52:37 PM
Even though I have been an Erisian all my life,here is the story of how I  first met Eris.This is from the "Book of Eris"
THE REVELATION OF REV.VERTHAINE THE GOTH
And lo,there I was,decked out in my finest gothic and leather clothing,sipping a White Russian at the bar of my favourite goth club,and contemplating the sad state of the world.I lit up a clove and turned to watch the leatherboys,gothchicks,and vampyre wannabees do bad Tai Chi on the dance floor.All of a sudden everything froze,but only I and the music was still active.A beautiful woman in black leather and rainbow colored hair appeared on the dancefloor.I couldn't keep my eyes off her.Her eyes shone like the sun.Each move of her delicate arms told the story of Creation.She walked up to me and said
"I am ERIS KALLISTI DISCORDIA.I am the Goddess of Chaos.With me all things are possible.I have come to you to teach you many things,Verthaine."
I fell on my knees and cried out "I am not worthy!" She looked at me and smile.
"All are worthy in the eyes of Chaos.Stand up,my silly goth boy,for I have something of importance to ask of you"
I stood up,and awaited with anticipation of what a goddess like Eris would ask me to do."Your wish is my command." I said.She smiled at me,and with a twinkle in her eyes she said onto me:
"Can you spare one of those clove cigarettes?"
And thus I was enlightened.


Any other testemonials out there

From a necrobumping POV, this is the very bottom of the second layer of PD.  Before this, there was only POIB & Velvet Jesus.

I mean, besides Cain and I.

Oh, Verthaine.  I miss him.

Me too.

I googled him fairly recently to see if anything new came up from other sites... sadly no. Hope he's ok.

Quote from: Hoopla! on October 11, 2018, 01:31:04 PM
Me too.

I googled him fairly recently to see if anything new came up from other sites... sadly no. Hope he's ok.

I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since his daughter was badly injured in Iraq.  He said at that time that he had to go, for obvious reasons.

I've got a print copy of the Book of Chaos And It's Virtues (http://www.principiadiscordia.com/downloads/The%20Book%20of%20Chaos%20and%20it's%20Virtue.pdf). (Oh Eris, How I hate that apostrophe)

Its a great read. Not my style of Discordia, but I appreciate that old St. Vincent was drinking from the source.


I was in New Orleans last weekend... raised a glass to him, wherever he is.