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#2
I've been scraping through old files whilst trying to get the Principia Discordia republished in Hardback and I stumbled on a cache of propaganda files that were stored at the old POEE UK site.

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/14WASgsrRgzp5uGCKTlA6zmnKL64ilZJE?usp=sharing

You should be able to download everything as a zip. Have fun!  :fnord:
#5
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / 2204355
June 30, 2010, 11:01:29 AM
Paste 2204355 into Google and hit 'I'm Feeling Lucky.'

#6
I am back, but POEE is as the title says, deader than a dead dick. There's probably no need for a Discordian forum other than PD these days. PD's gravity is irresistable and insatiable, like a black hole of DOOM. So what the fuck are we going to do with POEE? 'Cause I have no idea.
#7
http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays

Srsly. :lulz:

"A parent's only as good as their dumbest kid. If one wins a Nobel Prize but the other gets robbed by a hooker, you failed."



"No, I'm not a pessimist. At some point the world shits on everybody. Pretending it ain't shit makes you an idiot, not an optimist."



"You look just like Stephen Hawking...Relax, I meant like a non-paralyzed version of him. Feel better?... Fine. Forget I said it."
#8
What are you doing? This could be any Sunday at 3am, preferable one where you're awake. Have a think about it and get back to me. IT INTERESTS ME. :kingmeh:
#9
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Mind if just...
January 21, 2010, 11:55:12 PM
Hang the fuck out here, whilst I figure out the broken ass shit on a dearly loved* and under-used site?

:horrormirth:









*as in the way you dearly love your wierd uncle who smells a bit funny and gets misty eyed for Evita.
#10
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Sniff
August 25, 2009, 11:57:56 PM
 :aww:

I just said goodbye to Trip. He's heading off for the airport at 4:15am. I won't be awake (work/kids to deal with). Mrs Syn is driving car, 'cos she's awesomer than awesome.

Trip, had a ball dude. Safe journey. See ya next year! :D



#11
Okay, I'll start this out with

http://meatcards.com/

Meat business cards :lulz:



NOW YOU GO! POST MOAR meat related usefulness. :D
#12
Bring and Brag / DoD 2009 / PosterGasm Edinburgh Lulz
August 24, 2009, 09:10:15 PM
I did a bunch of posters for DoD and had some fun postering these up around the 'Burgh at the weekend.

Download:

http://ifile.it/yo1qkes

They're all A4, can't be arsed making Letter versions, so print to fit page, spags.
#13
Bring and Brag / Subsystem - It's a Sickness
September 13, 2008, 03:20:47 PM
Download my album! :fap:

This is the last eight years of making music in between every other damned thing that I have on.

Download: http://mihd.net/jq12hpu
Format: MP3 (various bitrates)
Images: Front/Insert/Back/Disc
Genre: Electronic
Duration: 40 minutes (approx)

01. Solo (Retrospective Mix)
02. Evil Caller (Syn's Vocal Mix)
03. Hardwired Planet
04. Cell Corruption
05. Hightened
06. Urban Transit Systems
07. Im Nebel
08. Nanomite
09. Confounded Thing
10. The Rumbler
11. Death to the Proletariat
12. Universal Transit Systems
13. Faith of the Heart (Enterprise Theme - Filk Mix)
14. Zombie



#15
Photoshat this earlier...


WHO "BOB"S THE DOBBSMEN?
#16
Bring and Brag / Long overdue
July 11, 2008, 08:10:38 PM
#17
All of the BIP stuff has been moved from POEE to it's own domain for the sake of easiness.

http://www.blackironprison.com

Oh, I accidentally deleted some images, so these will need replacing. :x :argh!:

:roll:
#18
Bring and Brag / This is NOESCAT!
March 09, 2008, 04:14:50 PM
OH NOES!
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#20
http://www.poee.co.uk/web/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=223

Rescued from the nether regions of a black hole in the dark and forbidding depths of a disintigrating hard drive, these three nuggets of DOOM were resurrected for your entertainment and enlightenment to provide you with something to take to bed with you tonight...


  • First up, it's the inimitable Xooxe with POEEcast 00023 a delightful nursery rhyme.
  • Next we have POEEcast 00024 'Memed and Bruised - So What Now', a twelve and a bit minute epic of distorted guitars featuring a Thurinez Isa rant, entirely performed by Reverend What's His Name - Play it loud.
  • Finally, POEEcast veteran LMNO, brings us POEEcast 00025, 'Stop Defending America', a damning rant against the hipocrisy and tyranny that has killed America and fucked the body since 1863.
#21
Bring and Brag / Needed doing
July 20, 2007, 04:41:28 PM
#23
Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / Found this:
June 02, 2007, 08:28:25 PM
#24
LMNO and his clone twin provide an introduction to the Black Iron Prison and the Golden Sphere of possibility.
For more information regarding BIP/GSP Please see http://blackironprison.com
#25
Bring and Brag / YOU'RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION
May 18, 2007, 11:36:59 AM


#26
POEEcast 00021

Another LMNO performed, Episkopos Cain analysis of Discordia and the Pagans. This twelve (count 'em!) minute epic exposes Discordian oppressing agencies in the Pagan community.

Going for inflammatory? Youbetcha! ;)
#27
Propaganda Depository / POEEcast 00019 & 00020
May 04, 2007, 10:47:44 AM
Two POEEcasts for you this morning.

First up is an LMNO performed, Vexaphod rant 1:1, slapping around a gutless America for your entertainment. As if that wasn't enough to overload that grey rippled sponge in your cranium, Vex's rant is followed by Episkopos Cain's Discordia, again performed by the talented LMNO. It's time to think, Discordians.

http://www.poee.co.uk/web/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=212
#28
Bring and Brag / PixelBob & Dobbsicon
April 07, 2007, 11:38:50 AM
For the pleasure of the SubGenii...



#29
Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / BIP: another intro.
March 14, 2007, 10:59:21 AM
Okay, it's not big, it may not even be clever, but it's another way to pick the scab so to speak. Maybe part of another pamphlet.


I am in the Black Iron Prison. Everybody tells me that I'll never beat it. They tell me that it was the dumbest thing to get involved with. People are like that, they're always so damn sure they're right and to a certain degree they are right. I tell them, my hide is mine and I pay the price, I entered the prison, just like they do every day without knowing it. You already know that it's not really a prison. No steel bars. But you can feel them on the periphery of your perception. They protect you, and for this prison business, you need protection. Yes, most poor slobs never come back and I guess that these bars weren't too helpful to them. I guess they made some stupid mistake at some point. I've been down here thirty-odd years, I know. You see, when you're in the prison, nothing happens at first. You're in pitch darkness, that's all. Then you hear a noise. It's like paper being crumpled. The sound of the wardens waking up. It's the worse part, because you know that they're going to sniff at you, to assess you, and that you won't be able to see them. After that, it's quite easy, I'd almost say routine. If you want to see the light again, like I do, you'd better know three basic rules before you try for a jail break.

1. Know that you are in a prison.
2. Know that you are not in a prison.
3. Know that your prison is your prison.

[ re-written from and inspired by Giles Tran's 'The Cage.' adapt and change to suit ]
#31
...it takes out it's hate on your loved ones. When it leaves your wife and children standing on a bitter, cold, rain drenched platform, having just told her that she's not allowed on the train because she has a kids buggy that, due to company policy, isn't allowed to be parked in any of the 12 EMPTY wheelchair bays at 07:00 in the morning and it's not an allegory, or a metaphor.

/syn - ready to kill Virgin Trains employees

Sorry, probably the wrong forum, but hey, life's like that.
#32
Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / BIP Paper Size: ITT
February 24, 2007, 01:18:13 PM
Righto, there have been some posts made about formatting BIP pamphlets/flyers, whatever and keeping them consistent for ease of editing, sharing, colaborating, printing etc, but nothing firm has come out of it.

The way I see it, we only really have two choices here. A4 or Letter.

Most people here are physically located in the US, so I propose we stick to the Letter format for the sake of easyness.

The original BIP/Machinetm flyers are cleverly done so they can be folded neatly and stapled. Great, but I think this is off-putting in that it's got to be thought about and planned out if you're printing off a few. It can get confusing. This is also a problem if you're using your bosses laser printer surreptitiously, you really do want to print and go. ;)

My thoughts on this are: K.I.S.S. Keep It Simple Stupid! :roll:

With Letter size, you can print and go quickly and easily; lots less work. Either way, we can easily scale to our local paper size when printing. Okay, at a full page size-wise they're not so neat, but they might get noticed more. Also, at Letter size these can go straight on Lulu without major re-working, if we decide to compile them into a book form.


Please to note:
> If we agree to a paper size, we also need to agree to formatting that size - margins, gutters, etc - again KISS - I propose to leave it to Word/OO default, or I can host BIP templates on an agreed to size. Formatting poll to run later, so lets keep this discussion to the paper size for now.
> This isn't intended to put the kybosh on specialist pamphlets, projects and posters, or to cramp anyones style. It's just a way to keep collaboration simple.
> I've put a 28 day deadline on this poll, so we get a definitive answer.

If a mod could sticky this, that'd be great. :)
#33
Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / Think of me as a tool
February 13, 2007, 01:51:39 PM
I know a lot of you do anyways. :lulz:

Now I've finished with the Principia Discordia Hardcover (It's at the publishers :eek:), I now have some (work) time to contribute to BIP. I've learned a few bits about formatting and producing PDF's over the last year (publishers are fussy bastards). I mean any bugger can make a PDF, but if you're going to do it, why not make it a well formatted one, less chance your target market will shit-bin it out of hand too.

If BIP articles were produced to a specific format, with margins, a gutter, etc, you could go straight to (not-for-profit) paper publishing. The advantage to an agreed format being that you can combine seperate peoples work in one volume without the thankless and tedious task or re-formatting every damned article. Just a thought.

And as always, I offer my services as a b/w vec'd graphic artiste.
#35
Or Kill Me / Evangelising to the Unconverted
March 03, 2006, 11:37:12 AM
So, what you gonna do now? You,Äôve got the Job. You,Äôve got the big screen TV, the car. You,Äôve got the wife, the kids, the cats, the guinea pigs AND the best house you could scrape from your salary. You've got the DVD collection, the CD collection and the common cold. You,Äôve also got [INSERT YOUR 33% WORLD SHARE RELIGION HERE]. Now, before you rip this up in disgust. I am not saying that,Äôs a bad thing, it,Äôs just that I feel it,Äôs now an outmoded, irrelevant pile of rotten cheesy spoo. Yes, I do realised I invited you to [INSERT YOUR 33% WORLD SHARE RELIGION HERE], and yes that means that when I say ,ÄòI feel it,Äôs now an outmoded, irrelevant pile of rotten cheesy spoo,,Äô I mean that religion that you inserted up there is an outmoded, irrelevant pile of rotten cheesy spoo. Hell, you guys have all been doing that to each other for thousands of years, so I,Äôm sure it,Äôs perfectly fine for me to take a pop too. Right now you,Äôre thinking, ,Äòfuck you buddy, may GAWD strike you down if you speak out against my GAWD,,Äô or maybe ,ÄòOMFG IT,ÄôS A MAADHJGIYIQUHAL PSYCHIC CAST IT OUT, CAST IT OUT!!!11!,Äô Well am I right? ,ĶThought so. And, I,Äôm not finished with you yet. I,Äôm going to offer you an alternative. What!? Evangelising? Me? Well, yeah, but it,Äôs no worse than the shit I have to listen to from your lot when I go out for food shopping on a Saturday morning - and I get to SWEAR (fuck - see?) and it,Äôs NOT blasphemous, but is a prayer.*

    Are you wondering what the hell I,Äôm on about yet? Hey, come back! Okay, where were we. Oh yeah, I was insulting your religion. So how about it [INSERT YOUR 33% WORLD SHARE RELIGION HERE] boy? Are you gonna take a step back and take a look around at what the leaders of [INSERT YOUR 33% WORLD SHARE RELIGION HERE] are doing to the world, IN YOUR NAME? Please tell me you,Äôre thinking about it now. THEY're in the middle of a holy war. Yes, yes THEY are. And no, I don,Äôt mean that one. It,Äôs way too obvious. I mean the insidious one, the one that,Äôs been raging for thousands of years non-stop, the one that,Äôs torn people, families, friends, towns, cities, counties, states, countries, nations and continents apart; the one that keeps us at each others throats day and night - never ending, the one that caused that one, the one that WILL wipe us ALL off the face of this stinking ball of half baked slurry, THE ONE YOUR PARENTS/FRIENDS/EVANGELISTS HAD YOU INDOCTRINATED INTO BELEIVING IN and that yours was the side of GOOD AND GREAT JUSTICE, the one that subverted your intelligence and you,Äôre your independent spirit and wore them both down to iron filings, the one that will KILL you AND your little dog too, UNLESS YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! Don,Äôt you see it yet? They lied to you. Made you part of their Machine,Ñ¢, nothing but a tiny, tarnished cog with a shackled mind and a twisted faith. They built it all; government, corporations, the military - they all came from the original Guiding Light,Ñ¢, your so called saviours, the leaders of [INSERT YOUR 33% WORLD SHARE RELIGION HERE]. They tried to get me too, but I resisted. Luckily, my parents never forced me into anything; my friends never mentioned it and I always thought the evangelists were just creepy weirdoes. If you,Äôve taken that step back we talked about, you,Äôre probably coming to the same conclusion, if nothing else, about the evangelists. Take another step back; go on, it won,Äôt hurt. You see the bigger picture now don,Äôt you. You see what was done to us by THEM. It doesn,Äôt even matter if you end up non-religious, we are all caught up in it whether we like it or not. Now, now. Stop blubbering, YOU can do something about IT. You,Äôre blubbering more. Be quiet, I,Äôm not asking for your money (although a tip would be nice), I,Äôm not asking for your soul, I,Äôm asking for your brains. That,Äôs right, BRAINS! Here,Äôs a can opener, hop to it, get that skull open to new ideas, a new way of thinking, a new - wait for it - RELIGION!

    Hey, you,Äôre running away again! Don,Äôt go, you,Äôre nearly there with the can opener! Your skull is flapping about in the breeze! Just one more twist and you can let go of the old dogmas and settle down with some new catmas! Take a look at that can opener in your hand. What does it say? That,Äôs right. It says: ,ÄòDISCORDAMAN,Äô Don,Äôt panic, it,Äôs just the result of cheap merchandising. He,Äôs a saint you know. He wears yellow spandex and has a large ,ÄòD,Äô on his chest. He fires pure fractals out his eyes and curls a Cleveland steamer on Superman,Äôs chest every morning before a breakfast of acid, beer and marijuana. He,Äôs not real, I just made him up, but that doesn,Äôt matter because he,Äôs also a DISCORDIAN (or ERISIAN, if you prefer). That is he worships Eris - Goddess of Chaos and Confusion. You,Äôre trying to run away again, I thought we opened that skull. Eris - Chaos - Discordia - Etc, is not a bad deity to get involved with, contrary to the opinions of the classical Greeks. I mean you,Äôre doing worse right now, so why not trade up? Being a Discordian means that you are free.

As Eris put it:

,ÄúI have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left man, that he might develop himself. I return to find this development approaching completion, but hindered by fear and by misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in the sun.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.,Äù

    Now, isn,Äôt that the damned nicest thing any deity has ever given human kind? It,Äôs pretty swell, and there,Äôs more, but it,Äôs amorphous, elusive and nigh on impossible to describe to anybody who hasn,Äôt experienced it first hand. All I can do is point you first in the direction of our bible, the Principia Discordia,Ä°, which contains ,ÄòAbsolutely Everything Worth Knowing About Absolutely Anything.,Äô Quit with the moaning, it,Äôs only 75 pages long, if you cut out the extraneous stuff AND it,Äôs full of pictures! This will give you a grounding and something to feed to your newly exposed brain matter on, then the rest is up to you. Well as soon as you,Äôre comfortably passed the OMFG5FN0RD23LOLBBQ!!!1! stage. No, sorry, as much as I am flattered, I cannot hang about and be your spiritual guide to the wonders of She Who Done It All, I,Äôm far too busy being my own spiritual guide - which is kind of the point. Besides, I,Äôd only make things worse. I,Äôve turned you round. Torn open your skull and freed your mind from THEIR tyranny, isn,Äôt that enough? Don,Äôt follow me; you are your own damned Pope! Get with the program, or don,Äôt - which is kind of another one of those pointy points.

    If, after reading Principia Discordia, you,Äôre still ,Äòwith us,Äô and you have any questions, I,Äôm officially obliged to give you nonsense answers - form an orderly queue. Please give generously; all proceeds go the the Rev. St. Syn, KSC Takes Earth For Great Justice fund.

~Rev. St. Syn, KSC



*ON PRAYER (from Principia Discordia)
Mal-2 was once asked by one of his Disciples if he often prayed to
Eris. He replied with these words:
No, we Erisians seldom pray, it is much too dangerous. Charles Fort
has listed many factual incidences of ignorant people confronted with,
say, a drought, and then praying fervently -- and then getting the
entire village wiped out by a torrential flood.

,Ä°Read it once,
read it twice,
scrutinise it a third time,
skim it a fourth and then on the fifth time show it to your arsehole,
just for shits and giggles.
#37
Bring and Brag / Scrid Vector
October 28, 2005, 12:45:38 AM
I need somebody to look at this, It keeps gertting rejected by the t-shirt company. They say:
QuoteAll visible lines and individual components of the design must have a minimum width of 1.5 mm. Texts must be at least 10 mm high. This absolutely necessary because plot printing is a special kind of process. These requirements are not yet met with the present scaling of the design.
I thought it didn't matter what size the fucking thing was if it was a vector! http://www.poee.co.uk/images/scrid.eps
#39
Bring and Brag / I've been at this lately...
September 07, 2005, 10:42:11 AM
http://synaptyx.deviantart.com

Yeah, I like Star Wars. A lot.
#40
Bring and Brag / Get out of Damnation Free!
July 04, 2005, 06:31:16 PM


I found this while trawling around the forums looking for inspiration.  I think it was posted by LMNO, but I stand to be corrected on that. It was in dire need of resurrection.

So...

#41
Literate Chaotic / Happy-X
March 30, 2005, 03:38:07 PM
Happy X Block

1

I followed Mr. Brown to the public bathroom on my floor - 667, It wasn't that my office didn't have a bathroom, it was just that I didn't have to clean my bathroom if I didn't use it. Lazy? Hmm, practical I'd say. I'd won the office in a competition run on the back of Happy Flakes boxes a few weeks ago and had been given the entry code yesterday - Monday morning. I'd entered every Happy Flakes competition since the corporation had taken over Kellogg's back in '34; I was 5 then and had wanted my very own Authentic Pre Optical Processing Retro Gaming System Featuring 23000 of the worlds best games from 1982 - 2019. I hoped it contained Jet set Willy, I wasn't disappointed, Larry Greenbaum down the road had won the thing and showed it to me briefly before the death defying Scrid wrestling match that landed him in hospital for a year. I never spoke to Sucker Face after that. My parents couldn't afford to buy me an RGS of my own. But at least I won the office.

I'm 34.

Happy X Block was the 10th (you might have guessed) self contained business/residential block and the first with a fully fledged independent A.I. running the show. It had opened last week and since then every available apartment and business space was being snapped up by those eager to start anew. Happy X was filled to bursting point and they hadn't yet opened anything above 955, the final 45 levels - the expensive stuff was up there - the luxury con-apts - the law offices.

Sorry I haven't introduced you; Reader, meet Mr. Brown, an electronic strip on the ground that leads you to the nearest bathroom. There are loads of these guys all over the place. Mr. Yellow will help you find any business premises you're looking for, etc. Why they have Mr. Blue shows you to the many lonely singles cocktail bars on 668 is anybody's guess. I don't really have to express my opinion on the naming of Mr. Brown, do I? Fortunately the guide strips are polarised so that only the person following can see them, nobody knows I'm heading to the bathroom. Well that isn't strictly true, Happy X's A.I. does. Everyone in here is 'chipped' supposedly for out personal welfare and protection. All of our personal details are on that chip: Health, credit status, entry codes, criminal record (if you've got one) - all that stuff. I always thought it kind of sinister and since chipping was voluntary on the outside, in the world, I'd never had it done - shop assistants would sigh as I fumbled for my credit card. You had to be chipped to enter a Happy block and the thought of not accepting my prize of the 10 year lease on the office had made me abandon my Luddite ways. Besides I just couldn't afford to pay for my old office anymore and the landlord had already threatened my legs with a garbage truck. I'd taken down the sign from above the door and carried it with me on the train to Happy X. It didn't fit above the door of the new office.

You either had a home and went to work in somebody else's business space, or you had business premises and you lived there too, no-one had both, that would be a crazy waste of space! I have fantastically comfortable couch in my office that doubles as my bed, there's a kitchen and bathroom there too, like I said earlier I don't use my own bathroom, but the kitchen has seen many a great pizza and beer night.

I get to where Mr. Brown is leading me, the public bathroom. I enter, it's empty. Unusual, it's a busy place, 667 has a lot of restaurants and it's lunch time. The cubicles are all open; I enter the nearest one (I could never pee in a urinal - too great a risk of splash-backs). I stop and stare at the quarter slice of Edam cheese sitting on the cistern. Somewhere at the back of my mind I'm laughing hysterically at the bizarreness of this, outwardly I'm just staring at the cheese. I pee, sort my self out then carefully place a plastic bag over the cheese and slip it into a coat pocket. I'm a private detective; I carry plastic bags, ok. I leave the bathroom and buy a no-sugar black decaf coffee, a hi-fibre/lo-fat donut (the junk food world's epitome of pointlessness - I'm kind of charmed by that) and a news sheet at the vending machine mini-mall across the way. I settle down to watch the bathroom entrance alternately glancing at the news sheet, munching and slurping. No-one goes in there, not a soul. After 20 minutes I decide to ask to be shown a bathroom, I sub vocalise this as "Happy X - Show me to the bathroom". I drop my empty cup and donut wrapper (they're swept up by a janibot almost instantly) and fold the news sheet into my pocket. Mr. Brown appears in front of me on the floor leading me away from the bathroom opposite. Strange; I ignore the guide strip and walk over to the bathroom door, it's locked I find this out by banging my face against the glass, usually the door would slide gracefully open, but not this time. I turn around; nobody seems to have noticed my accident except a couple of giggling school girls. I wonder briefly in my dazed state if it's the fedora, the trench coat, or the bleeding nose that was the source of the amusement. My attire is kind of odd in this climate controlled environment, but I've always felt slightly cold in here, it's a couple of degrees warmer in my office. I glance down at the floor; Mr. Brown is insisting I follow back the way I came. I do so having nothing better to do, but clean up my face.

Mr. Brown stops outside my office door, I stop too, but more out of surprise, the nearest public bathroom (other than the one that's closed) is quite a way down the hall, yet the guide strip's insistent little brown arrow is pointing at my office door. I stick my finger in the chip reader and the door slides open. Once inside I polarise the glass, lock the door and dig the cheese out of my pocket.

Now, I like cheese, but I can't say I really ever had a big thing about Edam, odd rubbery stuff. I sit the cheese from the bathroom on the desk and switch on the antique green glass shaded desk lamp Hilary had bought me when I'd opened the first office in Boston. Hilary had a thing for fedoras, old lamps and Edam; she put it on pizza instead of mozzarella - yuck! One of the reasons she isn't here I suppose, the other being that aside from the fedora she eventually decided I was an asshole. Probably true, I'd made an awful big thing of the Edam pizza. The Edam on the desk was getting interesting. The thin edge of the wedge was translucent in the lamp light and there was something inside the cheese. I put on a pair of rubber gloves and failing to find a knife in the drawer I pull the cheese apart with my hands only to discover a human finger, complete with diamond ring buried inside. I drop the cheese reflexively and stumble back from the desk. Nausea washed over me and I made it to and finally christen my bathroom with partially digested coffee and donut. Damn. I doubt I'll ever have a good relationship with Edam at this rate...