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Discordian Recipes / TURN OFF THE AUTOLOCK, OR
« on: March 11, 2005, 01:44:05 am »
This was fast, simple, and yummy! I used fresh spinach instead of frozen because I needed to get rid of it, and added a few mushrooms for because they were there. It's one of those meals I should have been able to think up myself, but didn't. Thanks!


Or Kill Me / discordian marriage sermon thing.
« on: March 11, 2005, 01:36:14 am »
What about the public nudity?

Or Kill Me / An American Hostage in Imperial Jesusland
« on: March 10, 2005, 10:58:57 am »
I have a tinfoil hat.

I bought it off one insanely drunk man for a bottle of tequila.

It even says "Protects against invasions of all kinds, including stupidity"

Literate Chaotic / They told me the classics never got a style
« on: February 17, 2005, 01:14:09 am »
but they do, they do.

and some day baby. we do too. (refused)

(blasphemy for turd and the likeminded follows)

the lawnmower was outside the janitor called to me
I, sitting on a bench
ya just have to fill the gas the janitor almost screamed
I, smoking a fag
You know, it's easy to start, you just have to pull this string
oh yeah I said, still smoking
Yeah really he said continuing with and then you see the patterns
and i said, no you don't, still smoking
Yeah, it's really easy he said
and I said yeah, how
well, look at me do this and then he mowed the lawn for me.

it was a dream, i was headed up the mountains, a slope sortof, and i was running, and the freaky thing was that i couldn't look back, because i knew what was following me and at the same time i didn't.

then i was here and there was a conversation.
turd said: you know, really, i'm trying to rebel against the poetic nature of discordianism in itself and especially what was written in the illuminatus!
then hotsuma said: I feel the same thing.
then turd said: wow.. i though i was all alone in this world.
then horab said: GO GTEA FUKCIGN ROOOM!

and they did.

then roger appeared and he said something that was halfways witty, yet it still made sense and it was not annoying. then chef arrived and everyone thought jesus christ how do we ban him? this is the kind of person that ought to end up at some kinda cs forum.

and then

i woke up.

still bella was mellow and sweet. still hoshiko was far too intelligent and a fukcing genious. still aini wasn't fully respected. still

the world itself was looking more and more like the board or the other way around. still

the world itself was ridiculed. as the inhabitants lingered and agreed in silence whilst making an attempt at a discordian jake. then

i thought it didn't matter.

and i woke up.

no, not as you think you see it. i didn't wake up. not in that way.


if this is just another fad with intelligent people.

i'd rather stay away.

he said: i'd rather stay away.

then he came after me yelling at me because i had fallen asleep. he claimed he already had mowed every lawn. and i said


and he said

yea that was your job wasnt it

and i said yea

and he said well you gotta do something for me

and i said

the classics never got a style.

Literate Chaotic / Bad scotch
« on: February 16, 2005, 10:51:35 am »
go to a well equipped boozestore and ask for Gammel Dansk.

that'll help that cough for sure.

Literate Chaotic / Poem for CHEF DEE THE ONE THREE THREE SEVEN
« on: February 09, 2005, 03:26:57 am »
there never was any html.

if it was

i would have leeted it with teh code tag.

i'm drunk tired and wanting to go to bed.

Literate Chaotic / Poem for CHEF DEE THE ONE THREE THREE SEVEN
« on: February 09, 2005, 03:22:33 am »

(since you trolled the saforums in 98)

o       <-point

 o              <-head
/|\          <- teh yuo

Literate Chaotic / Poem for CHEF DEE THE ONE THREE THREE SEVEN
« on: February 09, 2005, 03:16:52 am »
but it wasn't you

because that troll was occasionally interesting.

which you are too but only when you do the 'anal cunt' routine.

you're the troll that wants to be a troll but never had the brains to be one. it takes more brain to be a proper troll than to be an ordinary poster.

now. go poke turd some.


Literate Chaotic / Poem for CHEF DEE THE ONE THREE THREE SEVEN
« on: February 09, 2005, 03:10:41 am »

quite correct

10/10 on acute observance

0/10 on funny however

you remind me of a troll i met at saforums in 1998.

Literate Chaotic / Poem for CHEF DEE THE ONE THREE THREE SEVEN
« on: February 09, 2005, 03:05:13 am »
My girlfriend walks up to me:


we're all going to die alone

she pauses
then leaves

putting things in her purse like only women know. arranging her scarf like only women know. disappearing the way only women know.

we can't say anything. we're guys. this is her prerogative. not ours.


we're sitting at the same bar, talking about things that don't really concern us but for this evening, they do. it's an expensive place with cheap heineken and the sambucca was pissed in yesterday.


now i'm alone. did i ever have a girlfriend? what is this thinking?

and i'm thinking: the only reason i have 95% of my friends is because i grew up with them. no, i never had that girlfriend. i want that girlfriend now. i want to tell her, after a cup of lazy tea: let's run away. let US live in the clich?. and she would understand and feel not necessarily the same as me yet. she would see the validation in running away. disappear.

There is only you and me.

There is only you and me.

No family, no ties, no history but the one we create ourselves.

And we will think: This is the seed. We are the seed.
We will reread V for Vendetta yet again. and we will wonder: are we the bombers?

The suit enters. He calls us to the carpet. This is the end. This is not going anyway. Perhaps, he sez, you are the seed.
But, he says, it doesn't matter. we have created the seed. we have created the new dna for the new capitalism, ah, he sez, aren't we the bombers?

Who are you wondergirl? Let's run away from the suit aswell. Let's run. There's nothing here if we stay anyhow. But our friend says. but our family says.

Tradition they say. norms they say. the future they say.

It comes to pass that i believe the sisters of mercy.

give me your love


give me your gun

and i'm thinking, contemplating:

Or Kill Me / We are not really interested
« on: February 08, 2005, 02:52:45 am »
in your vacuum cleaners
your homevideos
your suicide attempts and successes
not really interested in your scientific explanations to why there is no god
or why the soul really is an at-field
you study the nature for an answer to a question you long since ever cared about
you no longer stop and think about the mechanics driving you or those around you

you're breathing, aren't you?
You're walking the pastures of green in the weekends with your lovely wife and you're german shepherd.
You've borrowed a cabin from a friend too where you can have time for a short romance with your loved one. You feel that the weekends should be used for recreation. You're a christian even though you aren't part of any sect at all.
You sit at your desk, emotionless. You don't have time to feel depressed or hate your job. You got a job, it pays good, it pays your mortgages. It will give you a cabin of your own in a few years.
Is that the plan?

Work (be a husband)
Tell your children and grandchildren a story with a moral you've adapted yourself so that you can tell this particular story. And you sacrificed so much for that story, didn't you? All those years of work, endless toil to pay the mortgages and the cabin.

Where you and your wife still think that it's romantic.

Is this you?

Will you ever again take a look at yourself? Or was that a highschool fling. A summerflirt.
The dame you should have married with.

Or should you?

Is this tormenting you?

Are there any questions in your life?

Or is it filled with semicolons, exclamationmarks and dots?

Is this a question in itself?

as I was saying
we're not really interesting
we're not hiring

I think, personally, you should join something else.

Literate Chaotic / I, Cthulhu
« on: February 01, 2005, 11:51:09 am »

(why are we doing the lmno thing?)

Literate Chaotic / I, Cthulhu
« on: February 01, 2005, 03:39:39 am »
found both neverwhere and american god to be a tad dull.  okish but not more. sandman is also quite okish but never compares to the likes of moore, morrison and sometimes ellis.

Literate Chaotic / I, Cthulhu
« on: February 01, 2005, 03:11:17 am »
none. good omens.  :idea:

Literate Chaotic / Fabio!
« on: January 29, 2005, 02:04:37 am »
because we all really deep down inside want to be the knight in shining armor and that brings forth all our ehm how do you say "lesser worth complexes etc" knowing that you like pr0n too.. that's like being beaten in a game of backgammenw which you're fairly new at and then wants to bring it on at a game of chess which you fkin pwns in only to know that he pwns you within ten minutes.

or it's the old shame thing still hanging on from the 50's or whatever

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