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.
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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!
 
To diverse gods
Do mortals bow;
Holy Cow, and
Wholly Chao.
- Rev. Dr. Grindlebone
Monroe Cabal
"COMMON SENSE IS WHAT TELLS
YOU THAT THE WORLD IS FLAT."
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