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__________________________________________________________________ Some excerpts from an interview with Malaclypse the Younger/Omnibenevolent Polyfather POEE High Priest of It, Office of My High Reverence Malaclypse the Younger by THE GREATER METROPOLITAN YORBA LINDA HERALD-NEWS-SUN-TRIBUNE-JOURNAL-DISPATCH-POST AND SAN FRANCISCO DISCORDIAN SOCIETY 1. Today's date Yesterday's.

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