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Congratulations!

Most of the people who saw this thing did NOT pick it up. They did NOT open it. And they did NOT receive the praise with which I am now spraying you. You kick ass! Why is that?

You, my friend, are one of the chosen few. You are awake enough to take notice of your surroundings. If you were a wild animal, (and I'm sure you are!) you'd have a better chance to survive than all of them. Look around, man, most of them are asleep. Or at least they act like it.

And they're asleep for good reason - there's no reward for being awake, for being conscious of what's going on around you. Most of them are bored and miserable. Maybe you are too.

Hey, if you're satisfied with your life, good for you. Me, I can't sleep at night sometimes because I have this feeling that my life could be so much cooler if only I could figure out how to make it that way. I want to go to bed every night thinking, "That was great. I did not waste a single minute of that day." Don't you?


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A lot of people feel like they're trapped in their lives. I know that sometimes I wake up and realize that I've been in a rut for what seems like years. It's easy to get lulled to sleep by The Routine. The Rut and Grind. The Machine. I know a lot of people who are miserable but are complacent with it. What a tragedy! They insist that they don't have the time or resources to enjoy life anymore.

These people view themselves as victims of society. They're bored and boring, because they feel their lives are ultimately out of their control.

We let the minutes of our day be determined by train and bus schedules, by the nine-to-five grind. We let our bodies drive us through biological rhythms of hunger, fatigue, and sexual release. But you've gotta trust me when I say you can escape all that if you just learn to be aware of it. Yeah, you still have to go to work, but its not a prison sentence.

Cause I mean, even hamsters who live in little glass boxes manage to have fun.





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I want to be really straight-up about my goal.

I believe in the butterfly effect - the idea that really little things can ultimately cause great changes in the world. I,Äôm afraid for humanity, and this is why: I meet very few people that seem to be awake and conscious. Very few people have learned how to use their own brain. Very few people seem to be thinking about their own thoughts ,Äì they,Äôre just passive participants in the world. They hear opinions on TV and those opinions become their own. Think for yourself, damn it!

Today, tomorrow, forever, remember to be aware. Look around at your surroundings and ask yourself why you,Äôre doing what you,Äôre doing. You might be satisfied, and if you are, that,Äôs fine. But I really do want you to change the parts of yourself that you aren,Äôt satisfied with. Ignite yourself! While there,Äôs still time!

I want you to be aware of what,Äôs wrong with your day, your life, your world. Then I want you to do something about it. 

Cause if you don,Äôt do something about it, it,Äôs gonna be like this forever.

You can,Äôt just keep waiting for things to happen to you. You,Äôve gotta go out and do them yourself.

If this was a movie, would you be a character in it? Or just an extra?

Be an active force in the world, not a passive one.




Little one liners for margins:

As I write this pamphlet, I ask myself why I,Äôm doing this. It,Äôs to become rich and famous, right?

I can,Äôt come up with anything else at the moment.

The above line won,Äôt make it to print. But maybe this one will.

there should be some meme-bombs in here. Preferably a rhyming one that'll get stuck in your head.

Can I make a topic / project suggestion?

I've been quietly observing the reactions of people who pick up the various pamphlets and whatnot that I've left lying around, and their reactions are usually pretty brief. Most of the time, they look at it, flip through it, maybe read a paragraph or two, then put it back down. I think this is symptomatic of these texts being somewhat inaccessible to random strangers, and the generally short attention span of people in transit. There are people, sure, who will pick up the BIP pamphlet (for example) and it'll fry their brains (in a good way). But those people, I think, are already trying to wake up.

I'd love to hand out something with a very broad audience. Something that even fingerlicking mouthbreathers can appreciate, even if they just skim it and leave it on the seat when they leave.

Here's what I think this imaginary pamphlet would look like:

-the cover would be a graphic, with maybe a question that entices strangers to pick it up. Then, it rewards them for picking it up by saying something like "most people didn't pick this thing up, but you did. Good for you, you're more awake than them!"
-the pamphlets starts off very fluffy - mostly jokes and crap at the beginning. This sort of hooks them in and lowers their defenses.
-after sufficient buildup, it would climax with a rant or sermon which sums up the whole point
-like the Principia, there'd be lots of jokes and graphics and whatnot which make it visually and comically appealing, and ensures that its interesting even if the reader isn't into thinking about thought or whatnot.

overall,
-the text wouldn't be too dense or too cumbersome. The whole thing would be like four pages or less. This is sort of a single-serving sermon. A sample, not The Big Picture.

also: I think there should be some sort of rhyming meme in there which will get stuck in your head.


I'm not sure if something like this has already been discussed or perhaps I'm beating a dead horse. What do you folks think?

these puns are killing me






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I'm in. I can't promise a passage (as I said, knee deep in other projects), but I'll do my best. Plus it's time I contributed in a way other than commenting on what's already been done. =)

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FRED? FOR MODERATOR

I hear ya dude. Is it that you only watch TV that pisses you off, or that everything pisses you off? I find I usually only watch TV that irritates the hell out of me. Like MTV's My Super Sweet 16... rarely have I been so outraged as when I watched like four episodes of that in a row. So why do I keep watching it, right? I guess I like being offended - it's the only way TV gets a rise out of me. :P

maybe you should learn to get the hots for this twisted, conflicted, vain, self-loathing monstrosity that we live inside.

what's the point of having a wiki that we can't even troll? 

You should contact him 15 years from now and show him all this stuff. It'll give him some sweet-ass delusions of grandeur and shape his personality for the rest of his life.

Sweet progress ITT...

as far as font goes, my vote is for Arial. Not too fancy, and way easy to read.

and Pssst, I can't seem to make an account on the Wiki. When I go to "create account / log in", there's only a log in option.

Who's the baby whose face you have deified?

yeah just be prepared for the day when new Discordians flock to this site to talk about the BIP and everyone on the board is like "OMGBIPMyConsciousnessIsSoRevolutionaryLOL! Sorry newbs, we got bored of talking about the big picture. Now we talk about dada bullshit and post pictures of our silly hats"

but its okay because they get 50 posts to figure out which version of Discordia this is 

The media creates the standard however.  Why do people give a shit about people they have never met and have no effect on them?

Because the media creates the conditions for it.

Are you talking about celebrity worship
or wanting to wake the sleepers
or neither
or both

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Good rant, Rev.

It's pretty awful out there in TV Land. I agree that it's not entirely the fault of TV producers and execs that television is a barren wasteland of idiocy. It's like this because people are easily lulled into complacency. It's like this because they're satisfied with it. We, as a culture, have bought awful television, senseless and sensational, bored and boring.

I've gotta refer again to the melioration principle - the notion that organisms just do whatever gives them the best reward. And they engage in that behavior until something else gives them a better reward. I think most people who we might call complacent are in danger because they've never gotten a reward for taking risks, or thinking about their own thought, or really caring about advancing themselves. Every venture out into the world seems like punishment - jobs that suck, awful traffic conditions, a bunch of strangers that want nothing to do with you and vice versa... Can you blame people for zoning out in front of the Happy Color Network? No one ever told them that their brains are tools they need to learn how to operate, so they've never even tried.

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so is posting on message boards dude




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MC Paul Barman

I make def tunes. Take from MF Doom and Jeff Koons. No
one left for the restrooms when I got on stage. I can rock
the mic to silence by Jon Cage with the arty flavor. I shoot
the gift like a party favor. Flip the script and makes it do
cartwheels. Feel smart, steal hearts and start meals with
chocolate. I drop gems like I got holes in my pockets.

Why talk? Heck. Oh shuck. I catches wreck like a
towtruck, silly kid. I'm iller than the Iliad and show more
than Shoah while you're so corny you've got to SOHCAHTOA.
PEMDAS EFX, the number one skirmisher. I'm in the house like
furniture, pessimist. I'll push the envelope off a precipice.
I push the envelope so hard, it goes, "Excuse you."

Take two and pass. Make you spin on your ass like a
green paint sprinkler on white grass. I'm rapping, son.
"You're not my Dad." If you think you think outside the box,
you're trapped in one. I'm advancing the art form. Depantsing
a fart storm. Some people don't like thinking. Guess it's too hard for them.

My dope duds don't touch soap suds. I keep it realer
than a rotoscope does. I keep it more Gully than Jonathon
Livingston.

Brag rhymes have no lag times: Acrostics, narratives,
Fibbonacci challenge poems, declarative palindromes,
manifestos. My five fans can attest, yo.

Coming soon? Morse Code, Origami, Kirigami, Krikigami.
issue harsher restraints. And if I had any rhythm maybe you'd finally faint.

The way I communicate can make a dang eunuch mate. I
write first person light verse in a white hearse and I'm the
ne plus ultra of B+ culture. My goal is to make you go, "Holy
frijoles! Jesus H. Christ," where "H." stands for "Holy crap." To boldly rap into the outer reaches. This doubter
teaches defining God as aligning a divining rod with a hot
chick's reclining bod. 'Cause life is fickle. Hellish.
Anemic. Sickle cellish. Dude. You'll get chopped up like
pickle relish.

And when we perish, we're--what's the term, dude?
"Worm food."

Worm food. Friends' memories fade. You're remembered by what
you've made. So I intertwine my mind and my rhymes in a
braid. I bungie jump into my grungy dump and come up with a
trust fundy dust bunny spongy clump.

I got a terry cloth towel, a very goth cowl
And when I wear it, I'm a hairy moth owl