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"When the sword works horizontally it creates knowledge and division. When it is used vertically it creates the universal dimensions and unification."Kototama Hyakushin, Ogasawara Koji
"shovels, pickaxes, and implements of destruction...""Alice's Restaurant Massacree," Arlo Guthrie
Sharps have the feature of instantly becoming the crux of the matter, the most important consideration in the world. The unexpected appearance of Sharps makes this day different from all other days, and space curves in their immediate vicinity (all lenses turn fisheye). Sharps are that which demand your total presence and precision with respect to both comprehension and action: either in your own carving artistry or in avoiding being carved by some alley rat bastard with a habit. Walking the razor's edge, you know, and the focus required*. And the transformation brought about thereby. Conflict itself (not the earthy object of conflict) brought to the fore, embodied in one or two pieces of intentional metal, or a field full, occasionally catching the light in a manner at once subtle and blinding.
Swords are the canonical Sharps. Mundanely: battle, damage, danger. Chaos may appear as Discord and Strife -- or a subtle, incisive frivolity as opposed to explosive hysterical insanity. Scalpels, clay tools, x-acto's -- art and other creative destruction. Tailoring, or at least Alterations. Chaos may disappear as Tangled Cord and Knife. Swiss-armies (for carving holes in swiss cheese), saws both saber and circular (also musical). Tools. Some teeth (not wisdom teeth: analysis teeth -- incisors?). The mighty Letter to the Editor.*pinpoint-accurate focus, modulo some unexpected rainbow spray (Iris, Eris's kid sister), spherical aberration.
The elegant distinction between stabbing and smashing separates the suits of sharps and sticks. Cloak and dagger, cloak and club. Not just the first step of channeling blind, mindless oomph, but next shaping it to match your model, bringing it all to this point.
A Discordian's Sharps are not used to simplify, to get at the hidden, to cut away the irrelevant, the confusing, the underbrush, but to rearrange, emphasize, and celebrate it. One does not try to reduce it to a previously-solved problem, to shave off enough corners to fit a round hole, or to whittle it into a bloodhound in front of the barbershop (without special papal dispensation). Eris can't carve off a bulge or straighten out a rough edge without revealing a substructure even more complex. These blades are for exploring rather than mapping or missionarying. With a semisurgical strike a Discordian's Sharps carve Radish Roses -- or Radish Octopi -- and no divination is done over the entrails, no interpretation assigned. "If I could draw water, I wouldn't have to draw blood." One is not led to the quickest, cleanest death by Erisian Sharps. One's adventure does not end with a dragon-slaying.
Cut in the shortening with two knives or a pastry blender. Cut and paste. Solve et coagula: paring knife, pairing knife. Take a stab in the dark.
BTW, tumors aren't chaotic in the sort of way a Discordian might favor. Multiplication of pink cells -- dumber than average! -- is of no interest to Our Lady. Take that scalpel and run with it (mind your eye). Of course, Eris can vaporize tumors by barking at them. "Stupid cells shouldn't breed."
"In order to slip the more easily into the process of drawing the bow and loosing the shot, the archer, kneeling to one side and beginning to concentrate, rises to his feet, ceremoniously steps up to the target and, with a deep obeisance, offers the bow and arrow like consecrated gifts, then nocks the arrow, raises the bow, draws it and waits in an attitude of supreme spiritual alertness. After the lightning release of the arrow and the tension, the archer remains in the posture adopted immediately following the shot until, after slowly expelling his breath, he is forced to draw air again. Then only does he let his arms sink, bows to the target and, if he has no more shots to discharge, steps quietly into the background."Zen in the Art of Archery, Eugen Herrigel
"Being/consciousness/bliss.... invokes no exclusively transcendent principle for which the _Einzige_ must sacrifice his/her own-ness. It simply states that intense awareness of existence itself results in 'bliss' -- or in less loaded language, 'valuative consciousness.' ...the radical monist attains this by identifying self with perception, like the Chinese inkbrush painter who 'becomes the bamboo,' so that 'it paints itself.'""BLACK CROWN & BLACK ROSE: Anarcho-Monarchism & Anarcho-Mysticism," Association for Ontological Anarchy
"Unknown to most historians, William Tell had an older and less fortunate son named Warren. ('C'mon, Dad! Shoot the apple! Shoot the apple!')""The Far Side," Gary Larson (n.b. in illustration, kid's head is ~80x larger than the apple (cross-sectional area))
"Aim to please. Shoot to kill."in .sig of djeopm@telerama.LM.com
DivMean: Conquest, championship -- on a certain level. Now throw your arrows at the target and try to miss. Not the most efficient use of power, not force as it comes naturally, but force from without: from the other, the bow, and from one's relationship with it. In becoming one with the bow, mindfulness of archer plus bow turns into high awareness of just the self. Here is the difference between sharps and sticks: sharps are tools to be picked up, used, set down; sticks are an extension of the self, not a separate thing. A card of too much force, though a step of the Path of least resistance. A saddle point.
Revd: Confusing that targeting triumph with the primary one: the aimed point doesn't miss, but the aimer misses the point. "The target that can be targeted is not the real target." This is an even deeper problem to solve than mundanely missing. (All the compiler errors are fixed; for the rest of the debug, you're on your own.) Steepest descent, gathering moss.
"Balanced forces. Military friendships. ...Stalemate.""Two of Swords," A Complete Guide to the Tarot, Eden Gray
"Communication is only possible between equals."The Illuminati Papers, Robert Anton Wilson
"This is the song that doesn't end:
It just goes on and on, my friend.
Some people started singing it not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue singing it forever just because
This is the song that doesn't end...."from the Shari Lewis show
"I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves;
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves;
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves;
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves;
..."??Simpsons? tune of GloryGloryHallelujah
Balance achieved, but not in active use, not tested. Tentative ceasefire. First testings of push and pull. Strange but stable relationships -- perhaps within a hierarchy -- balanced, in some way or another. Mercenary partners. Agents of mutually-suspicious countries growing guardedly close in the field (feeding the same parkbench pigeons, tapping the same wires). Missionary taking tea and counsel with the local shaman. Some trust founded upon an odd combination of unreality and reality, convenience, professional courtesy, and just the way humans are. Escaping solitary confinement in search of a point of reference, an anchor, to damp one's mental oscillations. One's counterpart seems a much more reasonable, sensible, pleasant fellow than one's superiors: same kind of concerns as you, similar sense of the times, not as many dizzy steps removed from reality as your government. "Some day, do you think, when the war is over, we..?" Sooner.
Also recursion, infinite regression, saltbox-picture style. Also the midair refueling of combat planes, "Dr. Strangelove" -style (i.e. there's an esoteric reference to esoteric references to sex -- although neither a reference to such or a simple ER2S).
DivMean: conflict (internal or external) resolved leads to new strength, strange bedfellows. Moderately tense truce in cloakanddaggerland, fine adjustment. Hotel bar full of war correspondents and deserters of all sides taking cover. Comfort if not rescue or relief.
Revd: one's evil twin sibling. "I'm with stupid->", "I'm not a lesbian but my girlfriend is", and "My other camping knife is also Swiss Army!" Especially when untrue. Or not. Double agents comforting themselves. The strange and unstable relationship, for example, of two agents' countries. Truce of a more temporary nature, stirring up trouble again, whoops.
"Removal, absence, delay, division, rupture, dispersion, and all that the design signifies naturally, being too simple and obvious to call for specific enumeration.""Three of Swords," The Pictorial Key to the Tarot: Being Fragments of a Secret Tradition under the Veil of Divination, Arthur Edward Waite
DivMean: "What he said." The struggle causes frustration and may be abandoned. The bag is so slick and sterile -- doesn't smell like food -- the package copy so self-important and banal that it's easy to forget that the goal, the insides, is a fine thing: grease, salt.
Revd: partial success in a certain way, but further explication will not signify to the reader, so screw you. Any which way you slice it it comes up Eris: the chips fall where they may. A mess. Cuss, play 78-pickup.
"Geodesic spheres larger than half-a-mile in diameter can be floated in the air like clouds. Draped in polyethylene curtains--to retard nighttime air intake--the spheres would be light enough to remail aloft, at preferred altitudes. 'Cloud nines' one mile in diameter could house thousands of people, whose weight would be negligible."
"It must not always be a matter of the house that 'Jack' built."I Seem To Be a Verb, R. Buckminster Fuller with Jerome Agel and Quentin Fiore
"It was intellectual primarily, but it wasn't just intelligence that was fundamental. It was a certain basic attitude about the way the world was, a presumptive vision that it ran according to laws -- reason -- and that man's improvement lay chiefly through the discovery of these laws of reason and application of them toward satisfaction of his own desires....
"Squareness.
"That's the look. That sums it. Squareness. When you subtract quality you get squareness. Absence of Quality is the essence of squareness."Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values, Robert M. Pirsig
"Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same,
There's a green one, and a pink one, and a blue one, and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same.
. . .
"And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
And they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same""Little Boxes," Pete Seeger
"71. Get a small group to always carry screwdrivers and slowly dismantle the school."The School Stopper's Textbook: A Guide to Disruptive Revolutionary Tactics for High-Schoolers, Youth International Party
"The Sage squares without cutting."Tao Tê Ching 58, Waley transl.
Bound, bounded and binding (and bicycle: boned and binned) by the conventional sense and sensibilities of necessary and sufficient. Pigeonholing. Locking oneself in a box in space and time to build, with creativity also box-bound, models of boxes to lock people in. Blow up your school if this is all that can be learned there. Or just think outside the box.
"Mason, square thyself!" Instead of designing your confining, sculpt your mind.
Doing Erisianwise magic by ordering the local chaos flow to your own ends (e.g. trying to damp out the destructive aspect) is an itchy thing. If you're doing a ritual to coax your ideas sparklier, you don't want to be distracted the whole time with pumping your brain brakes (e.g. "Um, guys, remember, guys, I mean that fertility thing metaphorically"). The ideal is to be the sort of person at whose feet creation and Mayday simply prefer to roll in a different way: alter yourself into a thing balanced such that the way the storm of it naturally manifests around you is just what you wanted -- well, something you can ride, anyway. The drive/vitality/eros can still be crazy and teeming, but, centered, you can surf.
Knock out a wall in the study. The result is the opposite of a cage.
What you get depends on style and materials: Discordians build kinetic
sculptures (sometimes)! Pink thyself! Crenellate thyself!
Install lunar panels! Reject the writer's block and put in glass
bricks!
In essence, make sure the hodge rooms contain at least some podge element and unto the podge rooms grant even also their due hodge too. A utilitarian object in the curio cabinet, a dippy-bird bobbing in the glasses cabinet. Complement the bathroom water with towels and a hairdrier, but not in an arrangement of opposition. Set off the beige-with-a-small-print wallpaper and wedding-registry small appliances in the kitchen with geometric rugs and boar-hunt tapestries and a houseplant hung from handcuffs. Store chamomile and coffee on the same shelf! ("Mass hysteria!") And avoid the cutting (boring) ch'i of hard square corners.Begin to identify the five segments into which the building or individual room naturally falls. The sweet corner (earth; contemplation, relationships: all yin) accepts mountainous upholstery, hot chocolate or high tea, and massive bookshelves. The boom corner (water, thunder; ancestors, creativity, journey: yin on the surface, but with yang support) begs for a subwoofer, art supplies (paint and drums), tall plants, a photo of the 'rents, socializing/dining furniture, and a full bookshelf. The pungent corner (wind, wood; fortunate blessings, festivity: yang over top, moving, with a yin nose) wants houseplants or flowers, and fresh air, coffee brewing, cat breath, or incense. A fine place for talk and tall bookshelves. The prickle corner (metal, heaven; spooky conflicts, disaster: impudent spikes of yangity on a yin coulis) threatens a coup in the absence of protective influences, like guardian sculptures or confrontational plants. Warm colors. Storage, appliances, and sturdy bookshelves are safe here, but not windows or gathering seating. The orange corner (fire; continuity, will, illumination: yang all the way down) needs no precautions and goes with anything.
DivMean: Alternately, locking your body in a box to assist the body in recuperating or the mind in roaming solemnly free -- elsewhere. Hermit cave, guru peak. Sensory deprivation tank? Or, say, hanging by an ankle from a tree. Psychology class exercise: give four statements to describe being in a box; then consider that these may reflect your feelings about death. Here, "Contemplative time" rather than "Let me out of this thing!" (or "Closet, to change into something more comfortable"?) The serenity of sweeping the floor (like Zen sand-garden raking), then the serenity of a swept floor (and a bowl of recovered chips).
Revd: Economy of line and budget. Exciting architecture (soft-spoken, but with a weight-carrying big beam, or something).
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde
"'It seems to me,' said Leigh-Cheri, 'that whether a pyramid was built over a period of decades by hundreds of thousands of laborers using primitive engineering equipment like wooden levers and ramps and sledges and stuff like that, or in a few months by spacemen with laser beams, in neither case would they have gone to such trouble to make a six-million-ton device that did nothing but sharpen razor blades and preserve fruit.'
"What, if anything, did red hair have to do with it?
"And why is is that nobody knows what the hell a pyramid is doing on the American one-dollar bill?
"For that matter, what are pyramids doing on a pack of modern cigarettes manufactured from a blend of American and Turkish tobaccos?"Still Life with Woodpecker: A Sort of a Love Story, Tom Robbins
She would look at the tomb drawing of the thousands of slaves laboriously pulling the stones along the sand, a recently uncovered drawing that indicated this might have been the way they were built, and she would wail, "Oh no! They did it all wrong! What a waste! Why didn't they use the crane? Dreadful, simply dreadful!"The Eleven Million Mile High Dancer, Carol Hill
??_The Illuminati Papers_, Robert Anton Wilson
DivMean: The simplest explanation is just what They want you to
believe, and the complicated one is always the Illuminati.
(If They is you, cartomant accordingly.) What can be said?
They've got you; you lose. End of story chapter one. Now get
"paranoid" (heh heh), and spread the secret about the Conspiracy till
you irritate everyone, or at least those who are ...In On It Too!
Pass it on. Sheep!, you cry. Poor oblivious sheep! I can name that
newspaper article's "23" in three paragraphs! And five
s as well! It's all part
of the CON!
Revd: "...except when the complicated answer is the Discordians." You've encountered some byproduct warpage, stumbled upon some side-effect artifact of a bit of havoc wrought by outrageous saboteurs from an "unrelated" storyline in the name of Eris. And it's the nature of that beast that the only sensible explanation demand the barrel of the universe looking up your nose.
For that matter, what are pyramids doing on the Wands court cards of the Rider-Waite Tarot deck? Same thing as on the cigarette pack: being a lighter (the point-up triangle, chemistry's symbol for fire). Matches, the elite strike force. In fact, that's why Tarot cards are distinctively longer than playing cards*: so they could be bootlegged about in cigarette packs when circumstances warranted discretion. Con's piracy. Do you believe that?
*But all objects are playing objects; call them "52-card decks" then.
"I had the privilege to examine Crowley's personal tortoise shell wands. The Yin wands were distinguished by a broad very heavy coat of lacquer at the middle of the wand. Thus, even with eyes closed, the fingers could tell whether a wand was Yang or Yin, in an unconscious way."The Incredible I Ching, Louis T. Culling
DivMean: Relief! For example, it's a good thing you finally found the One Honest Secret Society at last: the Discordians. Nothing to worry about now. You looked a little peaked before, but now you're looking after yourself. Too much? But the spinning sky is a lovely color from here, isn't it? A good pause to collect oneself before trying to take over the world. There is work of a less megalomaniacal sort for now, a way, a path.
Also involved here is the question of allowing the nether regions of the braainez! to contribute their $.02 to the fustomancy proceedings. Tarot with marked cards. The Devil, dealt from the bottom. Astral travel by water, by the unconscious. How Tao. Sail right into that portdark port. (So there really is a travel-by-water card! Just as much as there's a tall-dark-stranger one. Like in the movies! Wow, nothing sounds as mystical as that. "Who knew?")
Revd: Wearing your heart so brightly emblazoned on your sleeve (or in your chest, throat, tattooed on your forehead, on the tip of your tongue) that even the yarrow stalks know about it.
"She had a complete collection of magical knives, all with the appropriate coloured handles and complicated runes all over them. It had taken many years under the tutelage of Granny Weatherwax for Magrat to learn that the common kitchen bread knife was better than the most ornate of magical knives. It could do all that the magical knife could do, plus you could also use it to cut bread."Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett
"You don't have to know his colors, his animal. You can wear black and purple and he'll come. You know who he is: he's Papa."Louis Martinié on Papa Legba, *wood Veve talk
It is therefore not quite certain in what the efficacy of conjurations really lies. The peculiar mental excitement required may even be aroused by the perception of the absurdity of the process, and the persistence in it, as when once FRATER PERDURABO (at the end of His magical resources) recited "From Greenland's Icy Mountains", and obtained His result."CHAPTER IX: OF SILENCE AND SECRECY: AND OF THE BARBAROUS NAMES OF EVOCATION",Magick in Theory and Practice, The Master Therion (Aleister Crowley)
"Know all ritual, ceremony, conditions, as arbitrary (you have yourself to please), a hindrance and confusion."
"You do not have to dress up as a traditional magician, wizard or priest, build expensive temples, obtain virgin parchment, black goats blood, etc., etc., in fact no theatricals or humbug."Book of Pleasure (Self-Love), A. O. Spare, from From the Inferno to Zos: The Writings and Images of Austin Osman Spare, First Impressions
magicians who are relatively new to magick may need ritual in order to increase self confidence and decrease the effect of the anti-magickal consensual belief structures. magicians, young or old, who have for some reason opened the door to their own simplicity can successfully cast a spell with a brief hand movement, with a howl at the moon, or with, as i do from time to time, curse with the crushing of a fortune cookie at a chinese restaurant."Sigils, Servitors, and Godforms," Mark Defrates (marik@aol.com)
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Power animals who, rather than waiting in the shamanic other-worlds for you to ceremonially trance yourself over, let themselves in like back-door neighbors and hunt through your cabinets for tea and a pot. Tedious drumming reminds you you've come somewhere nonordinary -- but if your spheres aren't that segregated, your spur-of-the-moment frequent-forays have an extra dimension of content: context. And your "ordinary reality" acquires a deeper sense of ..undercurrents. But there is effect in that numbing bounce, and knowing the theory doesn't automatically mean you can get there without the airplane. Or the atmosphere it rode in on.
Create an atmosphere conducive to your object. Decide things represent, uh, stuff. It's just that much easier if you pick traditional associations, because then you don't have to do the bookkeeping -- the programming -- you can leave it to the collective unconscious: all the Intro course stuff is already on the C.U. server. Occultists warn not to use magic implements and clothing as everyday items -- or all the zot will wear off and you'll have to supply some of what's missing. But you can install any associations you want. The knack is in knowing on all relevant levels at the same time that without question this will work.)
(There's nothing easy about this -- knowing too much about the mechanism by which rituals can affect people deeply can make it a little hard to be affected deeply. There's a midafternoon overcast of the soul, here. Knowing that any ingredients will work if you convince yourself they're effective makes it difficult to be convinced by any choice. Knowing it takes any sort of peak experience to reimprint the subconscious makes it hard to peak just 'cause you've got the right color altar cloth, or even the recommended pantheon. If you know any geometrical splodge on your athame is mystically effective if you believe it's the perfect one, it's hard to decide to be shaken by any splodge. Kind of like being able to interpret every device in a piece of art can make you forget to be appropriately moved.)
The universe does not object to things going haywire for a while. A guideline inappropriately smuggled out of quantum mechanics might be: the weirder a state, the shorter the time it can exist before the accountants show up. If, for the length of a brief insight, your disbelief in the emotional charge of your ritual objects slips your mind (gives your mind the slip), you made it in before curfew. "Sleight of mind" [Frater Stokastikos]. You've not thought of an elephant of a certain color for sufficiently long.
DivMean: At some pivotal point on the verge of victory, calling
it a day on account of rain drought. A puddle of yods
on the garage floor. So journey by water turns travel by land, or
hitching back home. Stopping just as insights indicate the next step
is easy, alien, and impossible. "What do the simple folk do?"
["Camelot"] And the complex ones?
Join some Secret Society to find out, get dazzled by that alien step,
put down roots and runners or exit smiling.
Revd: (And then keep close counsel or write a damn book about it afterwards, whether dangerous or purely pretentious? Having committed yourself to their hands for vengeance or reward? Okay.) Useful teachings.
Also, mastery of any high-speed elegant-and-potentially-destructive discipline (kung fu as opposed to tai chi, blitzey bok choy chopping as opposed to radish rose carving); putting on a good show.
DivMean: Temporary crisis of pain from a combination of
chance and one's own screw-up free will with no cure but
waiting it out. A cosmic taking-to-task? Is that macrocosmic or
micro? Cultivate a sense of scale, small to sultanic. Unhappy
camper.
Revd: unpredictables, betrayal or accident; keeping a cautious eye on the wrong level.
"She is as one who knows no sorrow like unto hers.""Nine of Swords," The Pictorial Key to the Tarot: Being Fragments of a Secret Tradition under the Veil of Divination, Arthur Edward Waite
"The old man gave the wrong answer and was doomed to be a fox for five hundred rebirths. Now, suppose he had given the right answer, what would have happened then?""Case 2: Hyakujo-'s Fox," Mu-Mon Kan, in Two Zen Classics, translation and commentary by Katsuki Sekida. Commentary: "'Don't mind going to hell!' In a playful samadhi, one can enjoy even hell."
DivMean: Avoidance of the banal, everyday life-threatening danger but not the itchy brain-sucking sanity-threatening one. Suffering, sorrow, misery. Withdrawal, defeat. Entirely tragic prospects, pitiless oppressors. Plague years. May mean death of a pink, or of a discipline.
Revd: pure vegitprop. The enlightened fish isn't phased by 500 reincarnations to the tune of "I Could Have Danced All Night". The constancy and patience of satori. Oh, but: yes, still the 500 reincarnations, though.
"Suppose you believe that 'Everything colored purple is alive.' If you pat purple things and say hello, that's a quirk. If you won't discuss serious matters with purple things in the room, it's a minor delusion. If you picket the Capitol demanding Civil Rights for Purple Things, that's major. If you attack purple things on sight, that's severe!""Delusions," Mental Disadvantages, GURPS Basic Set, Steve Jackson Games
DivMean: ...as an exuberant ecstatic art form. Decadent but vital in richness, celebratory. But the plans (or even the life) of the peeler or the fed are in clear and present danger from the other. Both are on the verge of "going postal," deck suit notwithstanding (postal is sticky, like a stamp). Trouble, ultimate manifestation of sharpness. Trouble here and now.
A reading of this card should focus on the perspective of the victim-to-be of the impending onslaught. Perhaps the Querent knows which one that is and who declares the first strike. The death indicated is probably metaphorical, but, however it occurs, will nonetheless truly bite.
Revd: an excess of attention to nervously ensure sufficiency. Lovely little things, but melting in your hands. One of the two is starting to talk very much and very quickly though very coherently, but never quite say anything somehow have you noticed that?
"Squirrels are messengers from God."examples of "Minor Delusions," Mental Disadvantages, GURPS Basic Set, Steve Jackson Games
"Every lawn a kingdom, every child and dog a serf!"slogan of the Patriopsychotic Anarchomaterialists
DivMean: Cunning plan, spy, happy furry secret bombshell. Death from above. Covert lurk, good balance, strategic strike, sniper's monkeywrench.
Revd: Of course the squirrel may just be an Illuminatus off to intercept the Discordian underground agents come to collect the buried $3125. This other fellow's interference was not foreseen -- time for Plan B. ("Uh, what Plan B?") Impostors, surprises, acorn-related injury.
@c patch-over-eye no depth perception so he cut himself (sharps and
cups are the one-eyed jacks)?
"And there went out another horse that was red..."Revelation 6:4, St. John the Divine
"The GM may not kill a character outright with Bad Luck.""Unluckiness", Mental Disadvantages, GURPS Basic Set, Steve Jackson Games
DivMean: Daring, derring-do. A delicate act of skill.
Revd: The difficulty is overfocus, overprecision. Orchestrating your own private Ragnaroklets. Working nearly hair-by-hair: manicured lawn, might as well pluck them. Hah, got you, weakling! Worm! You can run but you can't Waaaagh! Inability, or taking advantage of the pinks. "Boo! Sorry!" Opposition and ruin. Eternity in a grain of sanity.
"Check out those sideburns / what could be greater?
You can tell that he's no / Velvet Elvis imitator!""Velvet Elvis," Weird Al Yankovic
"Gay hairstylists serve as kind of a vanguard for the rest of the queer community. By giving a bad haircut they send a signal: 'This person is a bigoted idiot, treat them accordingly.'""Homo Rage: A Case Study," The History of Lesbian Hair, Mary Dugger
DivMean: Creation (of hairdo) through destruction (of hairs). Staggeringly creative, original, precise: an artiste. Demands but doesn't rush perfection. Under his direction, the receptionists and hair-washers function like a well-oiled machine. Either absolutely in your court, or the opposite. So tip accordingly.
Revd: With luck: scathing, catty. Without: slow from uncertainty; splitting hairs. In any case, the 'do is going to be a subtle bad joke on you.
"Hesiod [Works and Days] .. calls her mother of a long list of unpleasant things .. "The Golden Bough?, Frazer?
"One day Mal-2 consulted his Pineal Gland and asked Eris if She really created all of those terrible things. She told him that She had always liked the Old Greeks, but that they cannot be trusted with historic matters. 'They were,' She added, 'victims of indigestion, you know.'
"Suffice it to say that Eris is not hateful or malicious. But She is mischievous, and does get a little bitchy at times.""What We Know About ERIS (not much)," Principia Discordia Malaclypse the Younger, K.S.C.
She mayn't be all She might be but
She is our Mum."Dame Kind," Homage to Clio, W. H. Auden
*We dance on our Will, not our feet. Why do you think the Hermit walks with a staff?
ERIS is too clever by half and twice as observant. She's a real looker, too. An apple for the fairest, and the most honest judge money could buy. The Miss Olympus bribefest featuring rosy-fingered Aphrodite, winedark Hera, fishcold Athena. ERIS, cunning in stratagems, lost the battle, but started the war. Watching her plot unfold from just offstage, Ms. Congeniality has a hot dog as Her thousand ships launch. Not ERIS's most powerful aspect, know ye this (yikes!). She is SEVERAL TIMES WAY WICKEDER COOL than the way the Greeks tell it; this story is not the firmest part of the foundation of the modern Erisian religion.
DivMean: "If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy." Include in your party mail alias
ERIS@whereever.she.wants.disorg
Revd: Most unkind whiny deceit, evil intent. But still a cutey.
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