Pearls

From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
Date: 10 Apr 1996

CAST your pearls before the swine, children, cast them DOWN UPON THE
GROUND BEFORE THEM and watch the epigean beasts of the uneluted Earth
CHOKE to death as they gobble them down with the dust of their
trampling feet. Yea, they shall pack their maws with all in reach, for
they know not the difference between the 'Frop of the Earth and the
cheese of their cloven toes.

If it shall be that you cannot WHUP it, then GO YE DOWN, but take as
many of them with you as YOU HAVE THE YETI SOUL TO BEAR. They SHALL
NOT with mere words remove the Slack which you have regained. THEY
CANNOT take it from you UNLESS you ascribe to them the name
CONspiracy. That you can do, O yes, you can make anything and anyone
into the CON which you so despise, JUST BY DESPISING them. Then they
shall not TAKE Slack from thee, but you shall VOMIT IT UP is huge
steaming gobs for them to feast upon. YOU make them the CON, YOU give them
the power, YOU SELL YOUR SLACK to the LOWEST bidder who makes
you burn and fidget like an anal fissure. But if you SEE the game, you
can choose NOT TO PLAY.

By your RAMPAGING SPIRIT they shall not be able to track you. By your
MANIC ACTIONS they shall not pin you to the dissection board.
By your RANDOM ACTS OF SLACK you CAN triumph.

Oh, yes, they'll tell you that you cannot beat the CON. They'll tell
you that it is everywhere and that you cannot escape. They will
BERATE you PARABLE AND VERSE and remind you of the inevitable FAILURE
of your fight.

Are these perhaps the words of experience? Is lining up in single
file, nose to tail, waiting for the big hammer the purpose of the
Yeti spirit within you? If that is the experience of those to come
before you, so be it. BUT ... is that their WISDOM? Or their FAILURE?

If they catch you, they will kill you and eat you.

IF, children. IF.

By the grace of Dobbs you have been given the key to the Back Door.
You have been given the GREASEPAINT which JHVH-1 hizowndamnself
cannot see through. IS IT YOUR PLACE TO LIE DOWN BEFORE THAT BACK
DOOR AND WAIT FOR THE END?

It WILL NOT be my place, children, and it NEED NOT BE YOURS.

Put on the Rubber Nose and the Big Shoes of "Bob" if you dare.
BY THE SMOKE OF HIS PIPE I tell you that you can DANCE in the
graveyard, you can HANG the CON'S PANTIES from the flagpole,
you can FEED THEM PEARLS UNTIL THEY BLOAT AND EXPLODE. And you
can find yourself FREE of oppression of MindSET.

Question authority, question experience, question wisdom and sense
and your own damn sanity and as soon as you think you have the answer
YOU'RE WRONG! DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT!

Would you DARE to BLASPHEME and say you might someday escape the CON?

DO IT.

Would you SPIT in "Bob's" dotted eye?

DO IT.

Would you take the responsibility which IS your own for creating the
boogie men you fear and the boogie men you fear to disobey and say,
FUCK YOU and FUCK YOU, and oh yeah, FUCK YOU TOO?

DO IT BY DOBBS, DO IT NOW.

RISE from your beds of nails, CAST OFF the comforters of concertina
wire laid down for you. THROW DOWN THAT CROSS and tell them,

FUCK YOU, YOU CARRY IT.

I DO DARE, children, I DARE to tell you that you do NOT have to
submit to ANY CON. At EVERY step, you have the choice. If you FAIL
to make that choice, it is made FOR YOU, and it's NOT made in your
favor.

You cannot fight them and win. You cannot overpower that which feeds
off of your power. But you CAN cram the snake's tail in its mouth.

You CAN WHUP IT. You can MAKE THEM GO DOWN BEFORE YOU. I submit
that it is by the warps in the luck plane around Dobbs which you can
SLIDE OUT FROM UNDER THEM AND SAW OFF THEIR GONADS, AND CAST THEM DOWN
WITH THE PEARLS.

And yea, the stupid bastards shall not know the difference, until they
bite down on empty air where you used to be.

I HAVE SEEN the Way Out Of The Shit. Despite the lofty words which I
REFUSED to ACCEPT BLINDLY, I have FOUND a Path to Slack. And YOU CAN
TOO.

Don't believe me. PLEASE don't believe me.
Don't believe ANYONE. SHUT the book. SHUT OFF the monitor.
GET OFF YOUR ASS AND LOOK.

It's out there. If there were no way out, there'd be no Dobbs to
serve as the Idiot Example of it. But you will not find it where
anyone points. This is why Dobbs DOES NOT POINT TO IT. He points
in RANDOM DIRECTIONS and MAKES YOU FIND IT YOURSELF.

And of course he toss out a few handfuls of pearls to watch the
animals feed, and slip and slide and fall on their asses.

And YOU shall inherit this. YOU are the Yeti Future. Unless you choose
to scramble around and suck up those pearls, those brown pearls, those
brown, stunking pearls they left for you, those ... wait ...
THOSE AREN'T PEARLS.

You see?

That's why it's up to YOU to cast your OWN pearls, children.
And Dobbs will smile and puff away, and yea, you shall watch the
wretched evolutionary end points together, scratching and clawing
and fucking up all within fucking up distance,

Until the Saucers Come,

AFUCKINGMEN

(@ @)\DynaSoar\___, Yetii Genetii Research InstiToot
ll ll SubGenius Church of Scienfictiontology
Clench of The One True Pipe Dream, Terran Occupation Forces
DynaSoar, Tibetian Rantarian, Chaplain : dmcclain@runet.edu
'Praise "0100 0010 0110 1111 0110 0010"' -- MWOWM

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From: i.stang@metronet.com (Rev. Ivan Stang)

In article <4kf959$15@nw003.infi.net>, dynasor@infi.net (Dennis
McClain-Furmanski) wrote:

A GREAT BREATH OF FRESH AIR!!!!

Like opening the window in a stuffy room right after a rain.

And yet...

For this, Dynosoar too must die... for he hath posted something TOO GOOD
for this evil, Dobbs-forsaken newsgroup, on which nothing is ever right.
For is not posting something TOO GOOD, as great a crime as posting
something NOT GOOD ENOUGH? For doth it not then likewise rob from the
Glory of Stang, owner of all newsgroups and inventor of Kibo??

DIE HE MUST. ALL is VANITY.

Stang the Impaler

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http://www.subgenius.com -- SubSITE of Slack

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From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)

Eric the Fruitbat (fruitbat@brown.edu) wrote:
And ggor wrote:
And Stang wrote:

Yea we shall NOT go down amongst ourselves.
We shall GET down instead. And if we GO AT IT, then it shall be THEY that is
got.

Get ye DOWN, children.

GET YE FUCKING DOWN "BOB"DAMMIT.

LINE UP ABREAST (oh stop that, I'm preaching) and GET DOWN AND WHUP IT FOR
"BOB".

DON'T make me stand up here alone. This is NOT a spectator sport.

WHO IS NEXT to GET DOWN FOR "BOB"?

Get yer shit together. We got a planet to destroy.

NEXT!

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