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use the force luke.......................

You said something there evil poet.... With my discman and some good music a walk is *even* better I like imagining bits of films with
the sound - currently having good ideas for DIA-Sirens minifilm *ohhh just let something slip here*  

Funny I am quite a walking person too. I love to walk to work or just walk to places I have to go, instead of taking the bus. Only Uni is on this steep hill that I rather take the bus   I even got the commander to walking around with me *hahahahah*          

Now I know why i feel ODD all my bloody life... why people find me ODD. Thank you for this valuable info dear St. Hugh! How I dispize psychologists who cannot stop labelling and naming things. Not to speak of friggin analyzing people to death. *grunt*

Karma mangager, did you forget that it was you that started getting the commander on lobotomies... for security reasons only of course. You do not have to fear... Anyway I have this new technology at hand for our commander. So that we do not have to cut him up all the time... I will implant a special chip into his head... its connected to a remote control in the DIA so that one can erase only certain bits of his mind and not wipe out his memory over and over again. Also the surgery bit will be a thing of the past too.  The remote can be found in my office. The lobotomy authorization forms are directly next to it.  :P

But nevertheless, its a lot of work taking care of a man like the commander. especially his british bulldog needs taking out for walks and so on... a buiy commander can not always rush out with the dog... so thats up to the assassin again *guaaaa*

oh did you know that he did make a little pile from his money-pile bed for his bulldog? it now sleeps on money too. cute!    

How about matriarchs?    

Bella, we assassins are matriarchs. For our dear commander, admiral and karma manager. without us as thier executive arms they could not walk about the agency in undies scratching their genitals...

we are in charge of thier wellbeing... and the ever-lobotomized commander needs me as his guardian. without me he would even forget where he put his pipe...  :P

don¬•t you think so bella dear?  

I came across this thought while munching my morning apple on the bus to uni. The holy chao holds the pentagon and the apple - symbos for chaos and order balanced out. the yin and yang of our postmodern taoism.

but behold - the apple holds the pentagon within its body - just like yin, the female principle can hold the yang within her if she is pregnant with a male baby. to put the analogy roughly. The apple itself is home to the law of the fives. the creative order within the symbol of creative chaos. chaos itself can be with order - like when a poet is writing his verses. he needs the caotic inspiration and the rules and rhythms to create his piece of work.

but the pentagon stands on its own - order and the law of the five - it does not behold an apple or even a pear!    not even a lemon or cherry to be found within the pentagon. bloomin¬•heck! is there some male-female symbolism creepin up at me again i thought - well yes - the world does consist of dualism - thins finding a balance - just like our chao shows us.

but the pentagon can be taken away, because the apple itself holds its own pentagon - but what would the world be with only singles and no couples to produce new ideas and sparks? so come the pentagon to accompany the apple. but always bare in mind that the apple itself is a holy chao in its own way.


graphic proof:

On one hand Roger is right. We could be some kind of deranged part of evolution/genetic defect. But who says we are only the scum that keeps digging itself up and imagines its superiour even though its in the wheels just like the rest?

Well, I wouldn't say scum, EvT, but we ARE trapped in the cogs along with everybody else.

Yes we are... just take a glance at the holy chao. a circle, a wheel! order and chaos inside. spin it around and then you can see how things go.. all stuck in one system and one cannot be without the other or else it cannot roll and the concept falls apart.

Isn¥t this the taoist bit of our thing? I do not see myself actually struggling but more having a good time and enjoying the effects of my actions. And there is something really concentrated and thoughtful about a good jake or mindfuck. a mere shot at any greyface is not the art dearies. thats just fun for a quick passtime. the great masterpieces of jake and OM are chiseled out of a block of questionmarks and transformed into an individual exclemation mark - to provoke the questionmarks on the other side - balance - because we got questionmarks from thier exclamation marks...

*knotted up in deep thought*

On one hand Roger is right. We could be some kind of deranged part of evolution/genetic defect. But who says we are only the scum that keeps digging itself up and imagines its superiour even though its in the wheels just like the rest?

I see discordians as a counter-part to greyfaceism. There can be no day without light, there can be not warmth without cold. So there can be no order without discorder. Its just natural that some people turn out discordian to disrupt the routines and help the development of life and so on to go on. no matter in what direction. "good" or "bad". The greyface and the discordian world are co-dependent and always were and always will be.

V v v v good heresy my dear Reverend Roger! The Oxymoron within the concept of organizing disorganisation is hilarious.
Your categories are achetypes and not definite descriptions for boxes we can all be chucked into. just mere ideas and archetypes for rough descriptions of the different directions discordianism can take. i like that.


How about starting an erisian horror-scope?

:P

*mouth gaping open* that.... that is just so right....  

Trollax, that was just a perfect text to read while starting my day!

*salutes with her orange juce*

wooo you lot are very talented poets.

well now i can dare to post one of my only english poems into this thread.
Well, actually it is a cheesy song i once wrote. *guaff*


Little Star

Chorus:
Twinkle, Twinkle little star,
how I wonder where you are
Starships flying over me
Far to high that I could see

After death my soul has flown
In darkness rotting all alone
Lies my body now unsused
It was so old my soul refuded

My it be gray and rotten
My last wish will not be forgotten
To fly to space and leave behind
The race of boring old mankind



Chorus

After burning up in red oht glames
Some tear of sadness no longer rains
A rocket rushing away from earth
Away from mud and worms and mirth

When my ashes rest in deepest black
My soul¥s assured, my body¥s back
Where it has all time belonged
In open space, that I have longed.

Chorus

*the roaring sound of one-handed clapping*

That is wonderful commander! I am a real poetry-freak - just look at the work i am doing for university. St. Tills poetry book *g*

I also do poems - but mostly in german. german is the language of deep, dark and powerful feelings.

Oh yeah. Good old Cicero. Got my nose stuck in his speeches once. Had them in my latin course at the uni. pretty much into getting rid of the parasites he was.

Now then I need to say summat from the euro-side here.

Your point is so bloody obvious roger, that i do not even have to reach into the jar next to my bet to retrieve the grey pumping mass from its water. America may be full of uncivilized people, but hey we got truckloads, no cities of em here to. euro-dafties may be a bit different from your local kind but down low they are all the bloody same.

But even worse are the parasites, the calculating uncivilized. The ones with an infected brain. the ones that oooze this feeling that they are the masters in a mass of grey dumbnes. the ferrymen on a river going way down into a misty valley i do not even want to come near to.

Oh Lady! I do need to get back posting more in here. This place is mental heaven for me. Thank you for being here you lot! *kisses*