Happy late Discoflux One and All, Fairest and Fallen. Any fun ideas on what to do with a small, handheld, stolen disco ball? You may consider this a thought experiment if you like, but its really I have a small, stolen disco ball, and nothing to do with it.
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Literate Chaotic / I Welcome Disorder
April 15, 2025, 02:22:40 PM
Found this old labor song on the Anarchist Library and figured this was the place to leave it.
https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/joseph-a-labadie-i-welcome-disorder
https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/joseph-a-labadie-i-welcome-disorder
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Principia Discussion / The Legion of Dynamic Discord
January 28, 2025, 11:04:20 PM
Though mostly it seems unaligned with Discordians sticking apart, I was wondering if any modern Discordians considered themselves part of the League of Dynamic Discord? More of an idle curiosity than anything else, and it was the radiation instead of the curiosity that killed a certain cat anyway.
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Bring and Brag / Moments of Eris
November 18, 2024, 10:17:22 PM
Wrote something as something, maybe its something
So I'm sitting next to a friend of mine while we're at a competition
I'm in a silver cloak and navy blue dress, and he's sitting there in a black trench coat with an umbrella at his side. One of us is competing in a costume contest. We both dress like this almost everyday.
In his hand, he has a small paperback copy of The Prince, and in mine, I have a book of a very different (yet similar) kind, written by a man named Mitchell (Larry) not Machiavelli.
As I reach the last page for the third time that week, I hand the book off to another friend of mine, this one in a purple cloak.
They accept it with a nod, followed by him calling me a twat-waffle in sign language.
As a tip my head back, I speak to my friend in the trench coat.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
He snorts, and turns to the next page
"Something like that."
I hit him on the shoulder, and he puts the book down, before joining me in looking up at the ceiling.
He pauses, thinking for a minute, before speaking again.
"It's insane, I think, entertaining, yes, but would you call a trainwreck beautiful?"
My other friend, without hesitation, responds:
"Yes"
And in that moment, I get it, I think.
Insane, and entertaining, and horrifying, and changing, and yes it is beautiful.
And it is beautiful.
And She is beautiful.
"Huh"
And then I grab another piece of pizza, and the moment is gone.
But the Goddess Prevails
So I'm sitting next to a friend of mine while we're at a competition
I'm in a silver cloak and navy blue dress, and he's sitting there in a black trench coat with an umbrella at his side. One of us is competing in a costume contest. We both dress like this almost everyday.
In his hand, he has a small paperback copy of The Prince, and in mine, I have a book of a very different (yet similar) kind, written by a man named Mitchell (Larry) not Machiavelli.
As I reach the last page for the third time that week, I hand the book off to another friend of mine, this one in a purple cloak.
They accept it with a nod, followed by him calling me a twat-waffle in sign language.
As a tip my head back, I speak to my friend in the trench coat.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
He snorts, and turns to the next page
"Something like that."
I hit him on the shoulder, and he puts the book down, before joining me in looking up at the ceiling.
He pauses, thinking for a minute, before speaking again.
"It's insane, I think, entertaining, yes, but would you call a trainwreck beautiful?"
My other friend, without hesitation, responds:
"Yes"
And in that moment, I get it, I think.
Insane, and entertaining, and horrifying, and changing, and yes it is beautiful.
And it is beautiful.
And She is beautiful.
"Huh"
And then I grab another piece of pizza, and the moment is gone.
But the Goddess Prevails
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