Do not judge a book by the cover, the judge said as he presented the heinous crimes the young handsome man had been charged with and we were just kids then and we thought we'd thought it out, figured it all out, understood it but we grew up and we fell in love and we saved for a month to take it out, a nice restaurant, this one I know about, this silent little place in an old winecellar which was also used by the nazis during second world war and in the back of the kitchen by the fridge for milk there's this eagle with a swastika still written in stone but that's a different story, still, everything leaves a mark and time doesn't really work like you percieve it, it's like not judging books by the cover but we're still in love and we're in the restaurant, a shitty table towards the bathrooms but we felt at ease back here, at peace and none could hear what we spoke of and that was pleasing for we spoke of treason. We were presented to the food by the sous because he used to sell me assorted drugs and sometimes we hung but anyhow, he came out to us and he told us Don't judge the book by the cover and he gave us our first course, a soup that looked and smelled like shit with assorted parts of baby vomit dipping around and we ate it and it was good but I was left with this nagging thought and I haven't been able to shake it since and that was, was it good because it looked like shit? Would it have been better if it didn't look like shit? Was the presentation important for my tongue? Where does perfection end and where does personality begin?
The superpersonality is emerging, has begun emerging because he's in the comics in the movies and if you believe klostermann, the superpersonality is coming. The Joker is coming in every incarnation to live every life and die every death but still return and it won't be the pretty chaos you think you beg for some times when you're high or meeting other discordians, this will be the howling fury, it will feel like you're on acid and your mind's inner eye read Promethea from tpb one to five but it leaves this bad feeling, getting caught as a kid for shoplifting or if that gun actually went off. God forgot but then remembered and then he saw upon us and this was what he gave us, an inner destruction or a necessary change, depending on perspective. Here he comes now, old heath.
You are slave. You are, slave. You, are slave.
Never forget that. Never forget you are a slave, remind yourself that you are a slave and at least some part of your life will be in touch with a general truth. You'll forget it, we all do from time to time but when it hits you again, be prepared, know how to retaliate, know how the system works and how you can overload it, how you can hurt those whom usually needs hurt, the upper command. The upper command, where the drooling idiots with cash and connections follow blindly their one-eyed king and those are the people who lead us, those are the people who lead our lives and even if they're you're bloodbrother or you are your own boss, you are still a slave.
Quote from: brennschluss on May 26, 2009, 01:15:09 AM...it won't be the pretty chaos you think you beg for some times when you're high or meeting other discordians, this will be the howling fury...
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