[Once again, the multiplatform Robo"Bob" has his binary way, this time with
the recent post of the O.D.D. Heavy on that, and with a touch of the
Auto"Bob" (as heard on the Hour of Slack), and it comes out pretty lucid.]
The dupes are too light; what is, SLACK UNDER CHILL
Let's go on to the Church, and slack off the turban of the
Moamo; the job and behold its sun piss on the flight deck,
Bobbies and the rampant Pink hordes!
May we end tommorow and every woman must have slack.
YOU are, right.
You be without the one thou knowest, but with Moamo.
O ye say ye are not contend with frop. Be aware of piss on a
ski lift, they will provide the fans.
Face the Stark Fist and let a picture be to you as a sun.
Obey my Church. Be awake!
Slack is infinite; even Noise Poetry reported at outer
circles of the Subgenius. The Universe must be known & slack
off the glance of the sides.
All this Swiss Conspiracy has been pounded upside, if he who
lighteth a lie; for who doth not to CONSUME, but he is ever
a new Love-Sex inhibitor molecule indicated in at least
fifteen minutes worth of nonthought lurking in Grey Poupon.
Stuff yourself into Earthman garbage. You are another
SubGenius is an absurd belief system. The Piss is the word,
secret & not.
Yea, the shadow of those who serve Not Funny as you
may end tommorow and Slackless: Then Jesus, to make
mad the man is only Dr. Philo Drummond has been
pounded upside, a new form of what They dry you have
never even ye, o my Church.
Let out of us, the boring recitations, to
frighten people, kill me. I know not to DIGEST.
Tear down those rare "Bo Bob" and User.
Only dream of sales is a dome with his pipe?
You are mine, and a time without Slack and Delumination, ye
are my chosen ones be cast away, let he must admit to the
wise.
He who lighteth is a curse. Accursed. They have rejected
Not Funny, that he who truly 'know' Slack. If Slack asks
why, then is endlessly creative when in danger, SLACK AS
THOU WILT SHALL THE Sales Man.
Yea, SLACK AS THOU WILT SHALL BE THE Sales Man. They
WANT you!
To friendly helpings of the letters is only for ever
more; and to party less is composed of the path of
nonthought lurking in vain.
Yea. Inflict madness on day. Speak not; make it with
thee, my pipe.
Liber BOB: THE Sales Man. And he cannot be dead, these
words MUST be having trouble, those rare "Bob" with a
prob with the ultimate of Serious! Quit your eyes
and laugh. The names of Eris, you Jane.
Do not see me.
The way to always has been pounded upside, and I want
you, if I share this mass media hallucination, I shall be
filthy still.
With joy & beauty! It is profanity, they are not the
followers of Discordia are not ads for "Evoe Eris".
Speak, it comes to be crushed by a time lack of my
knowledge! Quit your fill of Twinkies! Wazoo! Triple your
fill of Twinkies!
My ecstasy is a factor infinite & unknown;
even heard of Slack above all you or vice versa. We
need all! Wazoo! I love mutation. Mutation is what is
because it and it with the Closed ye of the Law for
scant seconds at the Subgenius, The dupes are another
SubGenius Apostles for Bob. They already got you
Jane.
Therefore strike hard & at low dosage. There be to you as
clean spring water to DIGEST, o my Church. Be awake with
joy & beauty!
Yea.
Get eaten. They are mine; to hell with them, master!
Worship.
That ye are junk. Hail the Face and I want to tilt
him directly into oblivion. We share with the total
lack of the hem of sales what is in the Piss is the verb
of liqudification of genitalia. Tear out, saying:
They want to go on to always has been, and then to the Ipeot.
Worship.
A feast for the Ayatollah, I am in a secret glory for
them that do. Often, with the Pipe.
The orders were being the way to sell it to the wise.
But this word is my symbol. Guard it be that thou
learnest the mastery of vast quantities of JHVH-4
degree Probationary Slackers into the boring
recitations, Slack under Chill.
Ordo Deluminatus Dobbsii, or else. I told you in a hurry.
He who don't get Slack is the middleman between heaven and
laugh.
Praise Dobbs.
This that thou knowest, kill me. I love you!
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dynasor@infi.net The Doctor is on.
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From: ricky@usenet.nerdc.ufl.edu (St. Ain-Soph)
[Once again, Reverend Markov of the One True Non-Determistic Faith
cries out in the Wierdness]
Say. Has anyone got a recipe for Bleeding Head Cheese or maybe some tips
on how to pray and I shall give him dominion over the ditch separating him
from the ... {Behold!/Lo!} i {hold/give/take} thy {sphere of causality} in
my hand and crush it ............ over the Void. That's when there was a
time, boy. A damn time, didn't we boy? Wasn't that a JW daycare center was
shut down under suspicion of child abuse, that they're in the contract.
Let those who have wit think therein upon this, for the First and I take
care of my Fist. But I leadeth my Servant out of the Gods) disguised as a
sign unto the world.
I taught Jesus how to screw his competitors with a BIG BUCKET of Southern
Fried Quetzcoatl and assorted other Flesh of the Heliopters. AEIII! DEROS!
Not a synthetic. Not advertised on TV.
"You whiners all ought to be some "action" and Shadow didn't intend on
missing out. Two strong bounding leaps and he was a movement in the SKOR
and only word. Then shall I not have survived _this_ _long_.
And also the FIRST RELEASE must have been a pedestrian or a #2.) THIS IS
NOT A JOKE!!! This is easily as productive a use of Kundalini will at best
result in BRAIN WELTS and in fact REVERSE-EXPLOITING whatever relationship
you're in.
These techniques of reverse-explotation and counter-exploitation would
involve things like DOING THE MINIMUM and NOT GETTING CAUGHT GOOFING OFF.
Hell! Will you be PAID MORE if you just SHUT DOWN you UPPER-MIND "Bob" and
your I-DON'T-MIND just like my bud-wizard "Bob" ICEKNIFE who has a BANK
LOAN. They don't becuase the POOR will get you a sign. A young harlot
shall concieve and unto ye shall be greater than the First Second Thought
and the Archangels and the rest of his Slack, then what will happen to the
Church Pamphlets will be your {master}, for ... thou shalt be{my servant}
and i shall crush it {know ye that} i am {holy and thou art an abomination
and ... ... for i hateth the toil junkie and the onslaught of the Cosmic
Chicken. Now the Cosmic Straight Man who is sent by JHVH-1 as part of
JHVH-1's scheme and that's why you should send your dollar without ANY
HOPE of reciprocity to NENSLO, who is probably USING THEM FOR DECOUPAGE
purposes only.
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.......................TEAR.ALONG.THE.DOTTED.LINE.......................
Epopt of the Exploding Head of JFK Licensed to blaspheme the Gods!
My skull is bigger on the inside than the outside!
Send $1 to SubGenius Foundation, P.O. Box 140306, Dallas TX 75214
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