February 2012
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“Zen, the fine art of bullshitology and bullshit-detection in a single running...”
– (via anti-teachings)
the whore — a sacred Slut. →
babylonerotic:
The woman reveals her breasts. She separates her legs and gives him her flesh. She shows her arts and awakes his manhood. Enkidu plows in the fields of love. For 6 days he is captivated by Ishtar’s woman. The 7th day he is full with this human game. And he wants to go to the wild animals…But the knowledge weighs him down, his foot is paralyzed. He sinks down at the feet of the...
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Rejoice
seductress-of-dreams:
For it’s Saint Tib’s Day. Go partake in a hotdog today! Or not. Whatever.
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Fundamental Discord: ostolero answered your... →
fundiediscord:
ostolero answered your question: One of Discordianism’s most sacred holy days (St. Tib’s Day) is next Wednesday
tell me more about st tibs
St. Tib is an aetheric being created by the introduction of Leap Days into calendars. He first became conscious when some bright soul…
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“You are born of sex. Your every body cell is a sex cell, all your energy is sex...”
– Osho (via vaginastuff)
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“People will reblog anything I say.”
– Rumi (via goleh-yas)
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Cohering Illusions
ignatius-m:
“I certainly didn’t put it on Scribd as an outreach but if I’m going to suffer the indignity of knowing Cohering Illusions is ‘like’ A Matter of Life and Death, I may as well get something out of the exchange.”
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“After all, the direct, immediate, legitimate fruit of heightened consciousness...”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (in Notes From Underground) talking about SLACK
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If you are reading this, you are now a Discordian...
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Gnostic Gnoob: On Alcohol →
gnosticgnoob:
I wrote the following after a night of heavy drinking, but never posted it. When I found it later (while sober), I deemed it too embarrassing to share, so it sat in a pile of unpublished drafts for a few weeks. Shrunken Head has Hofbräuhaus on draught, FYI. So, for full effect, imagine the following in slurred speech:
I am here as a scientist to record an observation—I like to...
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Surrender the bulldada
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Dear God,
existenceandidentity:
This is to inform you that your current position as deity is herewith terminated due to gross incompetence. Your check will be mailed. Please do not use me for a reference. Respectfully, Malaclypse the Younger/ Omnibenevolent Polyfather POEE High Priest
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The Discordian and the Two Wiccans
Once there were 3 pagans who had gathered together to do invocations. The first two were Wiccan, while the third was a Discordian. They planned to take turns performing invocations, each according to their own traditions.
The first Wiccan did an invocation and began to tremble. Then he spoke in a strange voice, "I am the hunter and the hunted. I am light and darkness. I am birth and death." Then he collapsed to the floor. A few moments later, he regained consciousness. The first and second Wiccan were impressed that they had received Ancient Wisdom.
The second Wiccan did an invocation and began to tremble. Then he spoke in a strange voice, "I am the hunter and the hunted. I am light and darkness. I am birth and death." Then he collapsed to the floor. A few moments later, he regained consciousness. The first and second Wiccan were impressed that they had received Ancient Wisdom.
The Discordian said that she might try to invoke her deity if her deity felt like it. But she did not tremble. She did not speak in a strange voice. She did not even collapse. Instead, she just laughed and laughed in her own voice. The two Wiccans glared at her. "You lack the solemnity needed to do proper invocations," one of them told her. But Eris, who had filled the Discordian, just laughed and threw pop tarts at them and danced out of the room and giggled, "You can't tell a goddess how to behave."
At this, neither of the two Wiccans were enlightened. Possibly because neither one of them liked pop-tarts.