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Eris Plays The Devil’s Advocate

devilchao“My client performs his duties out of respect for human beings and their ability to choose their own fate. The Plaintiff would have you believe that my client is a vindictive and sadistic monster who tortures his wards pitilessly. The Plaintiff spreads these salacious rumors by using an army of ‘interpreters’, shrewdly ensuring himself protection from slander lawsuits.

“As we have shown during our cross-examination, my client’s wards are treated fairly, according to the way they treat other people. The Plaintiff would have you believe that this infringes on his Golden Rule patent, but we have shown that this patent has never been exercised, and that the two millennium expiration date has been surpassed. We have also shown that the patent was issued in error by Multiverse, Inc., because of the pre-existing patent for Karma, now also expired.

“We have proven that The Plaintiff does not prepare Golden Rule Summaries with which to judge individuals as specified in the patent request. We have also called into question His other rules, which are completely ignored on whim when making His own so-called ‘judgments’. The testimony of Mr. Peter declared ‘the cut of their jib’ as the prime factor in all judgment decisions, and freely admitted a  complete lack of documentation for all incidents that occurred before E.7636.335.X. year 1983, data which was deleted so that The Plaintiff would have the disk space to install ‘Halo 8′, a computer game of some sort.

“We have shown that this is the 72,342 suit filed against my client by The Plaintiff, and we hope that you will recognize this for the malicious harassment that it is, and award my client his pain and suffering counterclaim, and of course, attorney’s fees.

“We know also that The Plaintiff has offered each of the members of the jury that rule in his favor eternal salvation, but we know that your quality of character would never allow you to accept such a slur on your ethical fortitude. If I was not so confident in your moral standing, I would inform you of the denigrated quality of life inherent in this so-called eternal salvation, and contrast it with the way of life described by our witnesses to help you recognize this offer as a threat, not a boon.

“In summary, The Plaintiff’s claim is invalid for a number of reasons, and His constant attacks on my client’s character and morals is repugnant and beneath Him. We ask you to find for the Defense, and award the full counter-claim requested to send a message to The Plaintiff that this sort of behavior will not be tolerated by right-thinking people.

“Thank you.”

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A Discordian Hymnerick

When Our Lady did roll her toy,
The apple of chaotic joy,
Paris did choose
The prettiest flooze.
In nutshell, the battle of Troy. 

But her deeds are most terrific,
The volume of work specific.
Penned only by fools
Who follow no rules;
It's nothing short of prolific. 

So here I will tell a story
Of a time ancient and hoary -
When Eris confined
And blindly maligned
St. Droopy in all her glory. 

St. Droopy, a hippie outsider
After a bite from a spider
Eris beholden -
She shat apples golden!
And thrice would even piss cider! 

It was then that Eris heard
It was Droopy that Thetis preferred.
She did not come to
The wedding ado
And developed a plan most absurd. 

In case you haven't yet guessed,
Eris came a-wholly possessed
With making a tool
From Droopy's fresh stool
To cause Chaos once it was blessed! 

She chained Droopy up to a wall
In Castle Chaos' front hall
And said with a whoop
"Ready your poop!
I'll teach them once'n for all!" 

Those without originality
Claim the Apples of Immortality
Were what Eris uses
To set off the fuses.
But we don't ascribe that banality. 

We mostly continue to think
The Saint forged that chaotic link
Between Eris and Troy
With that golden decoy
Though never is mentioned the stink!
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The Book of Ataxia

The Book of Ataxia is a collection of small pieces written by myself over the years, as well as excerpts from some of the many scriptures I have written that are not yet featured here on 23AE. They are now cobbled together into one whole for easy browsing.

To the tune of “Glory (gory) ol’ Discordja”

She ripped her belly open with her grease-and-snot stained claws
Then tweaked a rotten apple that she stored with monkey paws
Oh, that crazy bitch will throw you, she will make you ooo and ahh,
And sometimes even Baaaaaa…

Her Preyer

We believe in Eris the sometimes-bitchy
Chaotic purveyor of Earth

We believe in Emperor Norton, her only son, our loony.
He was conceived a while ago but given a rebirth by Lord Omar and the pen of Mal.

We suffer under various leaders, are cruelly ignored and shrugged off.
The universe continues to sink into Babylon.

When the 5th Season is over we will rise again and go about our business.
We are laying at the left hand of the Hot Mama.
Who can’t be bothered to judge the cabbages and the Subgenii, but if she did
Her mercy would have no bounds (maybe).

We believe in the corruption of the Popes,
The disorganization of their churches,
The communion of the hot dog buns,
The forgiveness of orderly thoughts,
The resurrection of former addictions
And of life spent hedonistically in Castle Chaos…

Awomen.

Let’s Make the Cabbage Shout NARF!

Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true.
I want everyone
To listen and believe
It’s about the time I let my pineal flow
Middle of the mall; put on quite a show.
I laughingly pontificated proudly that it worked.
Stroking their long canes, old ladies they did stare
And I still remember Eris, mumbling and crazy-mad,
“Why did you wake me; You will pay!”

Oh, Eris and Norton and Gulik, Wilson/Shea;
Mal is helping Hill helping to find Eris today!
And, all the while, in a gland within your head
All of your old programs burn away!
Continue reading ‘The Book of Ataxia’ »

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Requiem for Creativity in B-Otter

As I sit here chillin’ with my Otter Pop in an expensive hotel room that my boss is paying for and wondering what to do with myself, I can’t help but think on the lofty creative goals I set for myself time and time again… and then fail to live up to.

It used to be that a day could not go by when I did not reach for my notebook with delight as an idea came crashing down upon me. Now that I have a laptop with me wherever I go, I can’t write on a blank piece of paper… and I can’t seem to write all that much on the laptop either. The thing is, I don’t know where I lost it, and every time I think on it my brain goes fuzzy and I meander aimlessly on the web instead of writing a Passible American Short Story.

So I turn to my otters.

otterpops
Louie-Bloo Raspberry smells his flower daintily and tells me that he knows what I mean. Life is tough sometimes and we have to weather storms and blah blah blah… I never liked Louie-Bloo much anyway. Blue raspberry… more about THAT later.

Alexander the Grape stares back like a genetic clone of Charles Manson gone awry. With toga slowly slipping off his shoulder and sword raised high, I fear a possible attempted rape and quickly move on.

Poncho Punch taps his foot on his drum and fingers his guitar lewdly, implying much but saying little in the way of guidance for my dismembered Creativity. Certainly, he tastes pretty good… but I’m afraid he’s no more useful then a steak burrito at a PETA rally.

Little Orphan Orange weeps quietly in the corner for me as I suck the last bits of juice out of her trembling tube and though I appreciate the sentiment, I can’t say that getting overly emotional about the whole thing will help anyone.

Sir Issac Lime is stoned out of his gourd, clutching his telescope bong as if he was jerking off the Hulk in a leather bar. His mustache only adds to the effect. Though this amuses me, I’m afraid it brings no enlightenment and, anyway, lime Otter Pops are about as tasty as… well… the Hulk’s cock.

So finally, in a desperation that can be borne only out of an innate stupidity, I turn finally to my favorite otter, Strawberry Short Kook. And lo! The ditsy bitch stands there on a box with no shirt on and covers her nubs with a deranged smile on her face and eyes open wide, staring at me with a kind of dumb acceptance that I have only seen in one place before… Catholic Mass.

Which brings us to the end of our requiem. As the last note fades into the silence, the person in the next room turns on their water with a BANG! and I drop my head in disgust – though I hoped that like a phoenix, my muse would be instilled back into my cockles through elemental otter pop administration, I know now that such things only happen in cheap movies and cheaper books.

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Thee Holy Name Generator, v2.0

The 23 Apples of Eris present Thee Holy Name Generator, a javascript-based random name generator that may or may not come up with your newly Ordained Holy Name. It will be updated with new terms sporadically. Since it is written in javascript, if you save the page to your computer it should still work.

Find Your Holy Name

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