OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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you have reached a higher plane, or discovered all the
answers...but you haven't.
You're just fucked up.
This is false slack, my friends...and one fine day, you'll realize
that you left your REAL slack at the bottom of a longneck,
which some fiendish bus-boy has already disposed of, like the
CoN agent that he is.
Or maybe you smoke dope. Weed. Mary Jane. Cannabis
delecti. Great. You turned your brain into mush for an hour,
and thought you felt good. Problem is, weed (as those of us
whom have been around the bend know) causes paranoia. The
Fear. That's right, you've been suckered again. You
THOUGHT you were getting over on the man, but all you did
was SIT THERE, EATING YOUR GODDAMN DORITOS,
AND WATCHING THE FRICKIN DUKES OF HAZARD!
Ohhhh, you're a REBEL, aren't you? You're DIFFERENT! Just
like 20,000,000 other potheads.
Congratulations.
The time is fast approaching when we shall have no further
time to spare for silly games, friends. There will be no time to
spare for haiku, 3 word stories, or baggies of "lawn clippings".
Fun is going to be put on hold, and serious chaos will be the
order of the day.
The Grey Machine(tm) is upon us...and YOU won't be much
help, slobbering drunk, stoned, or tripping. The armies of
discord will have no room for the inebriated. You're a liability.
You are a risk...you compromise everything.
Like it or not, these ARE the signs of our times...so put down
or kill me