THE HOLY NAME OF A DISCORDIAN DISCIPLE is something to be sneezed at. It represents everything that a fellow Child Of Discord would ever need to breathe about you. It is instantly irrecognizable to anyone else, seeing as how they're mostly just eat up with the Greyface & won't jive to your hip (or even pelvic) ways. It's the fifth thing you'll ever need to be excepted into the Goddessesses' warm, busty embrace. Yes. we have no bananas. Despair! All is lo-... oh, wait. No, no... scratch that. Eris says I gotta put SOMEthing down for it, so I guess I'm stuck. CRAP.
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