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The hidden stone ripens fast, | |
Then laid bare like a turnip | |
Can easily be cut out at last | |
But even then the danger isn't past. | |
That man lives best who's fain | |
To live half mad, half sane. | |
-- Flemish Poet Jan van | |
Stijevoort, 1524 | |
THE ERISIAN AFFIRMATION | |
BEFORE THE GODDESS ERIS, I (name or holy name), DO HEREWITH DECLARE | |
MYSELF A POEE BROTHER OF THE LEGION OF DYNAMIC DISCORD. | |
HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS | |
ALL HAIL DISCORDIA! | |
The presiding POEE Official (if any) responds: | |
ALL HAIL DISCORDIA! | |
DON'T PHONE | |
FIND THE GODDESS ERIS To diverse gods | |
WITHIN YOUR PINEAL GLAND Do mortals bow; | |
POEE Holy Cow, and | |
Wholly Chao. | |
-- Rev. Dr. Grindlebone | |
"Common sense is what tells you that Monroe Cabal | |
the world is flat." | |