Thursday, January 31, 2013

A Thought.

The fancy guys with the pyramid all down south have this weird yellow stuff growing from their farmlands that they call "maze", but I never get lost in it, am I bad at making plants do stuff?

O the Transitoriness!

Twinkle twinkle big ol' troll
How I see you while you stroll
Up above in the clear blue sky
Pick it up and dazzle my eyes
Twinkle twinkle big ol' troll
How you did that? I do not know!

Saturday, January 26, 2013

A consen suss.

This recording thing has been tainted by the scourge of logic, the whip of care, the riding crop of linearity. This shall stand no more, Logical consciousness is delegates to keeping to logic stuff now, artistic consciousness will fill the aether with butterflies of words.

I went to a cabin today, made of pine, though it wasn't desiring anything. It was wood on the outside but *puzzles* on the inside! Words and languages and such craftiness! Aislynn's so clever, a door hard to conquer with that of the bashy and the smashy or the picky! Many peoples, and I, tried to conquer this mighty hatch, so we could get to the delicious baby yolk inside!

Hours spent, frustrations abound! It was like the world started and stopped as we considered, sticks disappearing, fires igniting! Fwoosh! Then the invisible one came, the source of my fears! But she was not here for the harmings of the Xaoslyn, but to conquer the door! She had figured out the door's mighty secret, so clever too! Words were said, including bird words. And *ploop*! The door of openings, creamy treasure center inside! So wonderful a treasure, fancy suits, fancy places to put your swords! All on a big metal personage! And such occultness inside, Aislynn was *up* to something, or rather, *down* to it! Because it was not on the roof, after all. Perhaps, yes! Upside down! Now Aislynn was up to something! I'm clever too!

Back in chapeltimes though, always safeties to be having, such delights! Until we meet again, recording aether!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Huh.

I wonder what squidshrimp taste like, I bet they're delicious, too bad all I can eat are fruit... so far. I hear there's awesome rings that can change what you can eat, and then I won't be restricted to those yummy Arborlon fruit that my fellow faeries have that they refuse to tell me where they get them from, for my hodgey food stuff.

Cathe Droll.

So lately I've been pissing away my time hanging around that place Yehovites go to tell their big sky daddy how naughty they've been, and people've been giving me flack about it. But it's dangerous work having such a big imagination and daydreaming all the time. Sometimes stuff sneaks up on you and wants to make you less alive and eat your stuff and generally be a jerk. Nobody likes jerks.

I used to hang around in my fun magic Exoma bubble, but then invisible stuff kept breaking in and trying to eat my face, so I figured I was due to hang out where I have some actual safe tea. It's not so bad though, it puts me within decent proximity of the LH peoples who are always needing me for this and that. Plus I get to rattle them cages of those stuffy Yehovites.

Seriously though, Yehovah's got his heart in the right place, but trying to diminish the Hodge in the universe is like trying to diminish the universe itself, at least he isn't Tyr, guy's a real asshole.

Anyway enough rambling, one of my fish just turned puce and that means I have to figure out why Scyros never returns my calls, toodles!

Fishies!

One of those stuffy "High Danaan" Tuatha guys wanted me to go get them a fishy fish from the Exoma. But they were pretty nice, and everyone needs fishies, it makes them better peoplel After sifting through the beautiful disordered landscape of Eris's bounty, I found one with shiny gold scales, which seemed to be a good match! Now they have fancy gold hair, and a new fishy!

Speaking of fishies, I have two of them, and they both have fancy shifty scales and eyes like I do, well, not scales, I have skin, and hair, and wings and stuff, but they're all shifty too. They're both girl fishies, but one of them's way older than the other. They're both my special little fishy wishies though, and I love them. Eris made me real good at knowing how to be friends with them, and they taught me how to have an AWESOME imagination and also how to shift reality to make it more awesome too... or maybe I just think it's more awesome? I dunno, it's pretty cool either way. They make me more creative, too! Yay! Well, not better at creating useful things, more like artistic things. I guess that makes me a high functioning artistic? The bond stuffs made me think a lot more like a fishy too, and all they do is float around and daydream awesome things and say neat weird but important stuff, which is totally Discordian and chill!

Glub glub! Fnord!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Hehe.

Are your bones made out of crystal? Mine are. It's all tingly. They're probably all shiny, like the sleepy crystal thing in my body that fills my head with happy static. Bzzzzzzzzzz.

Clearing this up for you unilluminated.

I just realized that there might be non-Discordians reading my awesome insights, and might get confused by my superior views of the universe. Okay, anyway, the world is not "Order" and "Chaos". Defining Chaos is silly because everything is Chaos. Or at least, it would be if that Pattern thingy wasn't around, yep, wasn't, because it's totally around now, and it's completely awful! Buh-arf. hopefully Blue fixes that mess eventually, but not too much, a little prime's nice, yay prime!

Anyway, it's "Order" and "Disorder"! Which are different things, and also the same things. Or rather, "Podge" and "Hodge", which are much more fun words that Eris gave us to let us better seperate the boring stuff from the fun stuff. We Discordians want Hodge, Hodge is good, but Podge is also good, because Podge helps us remember what Hodge is, but you gotta keep that Podge under control or everything gets all stagnatey and BORING.

The Hanomans have their act together, they don't want to destroy all that nice juicy Hodge, even though they follow a strict philosophy of Podginess. In fact, they like having Hodge in them, I think, which is awesome! But there's some stodgy Podgies over in Jhan that are SO horrible, the Tyrants, they want to get rid of all that Hodge, along with their butt-buddies the Fallen Blood of Chaos, THEY worship that Tyr guy too, plus some other jerks. Also there's the Adonians and the Yehovites, they're more about good, but they're not a fan of Hodginess either, but it's more guilt tripping than straight up destroying.

Hopefully this clears up a bunch of completely obvious completely true things, maybe you'll join the faith too!

Wow, this is a thing!

So, I seem to have managed to connect my AWESOME imagination to this amazing place full of totally real things that aren't just a figment of my imagination because everything I think is totally real! So I'm gonna put my brain thoughts on this awesome place so totally people can read them.

I went to that Vargan place way in the northeast again because I fell out of the universe and poofed back into it, and my younger fishy wanted to go and make colors everywhere, so we went around and made flashy things at all the yeti guys and wolf guys and it was crazy. My fishy got better at stuff AND I totally felt more in tune with my delicious disorder and the forces of light and life. So I can make even MORE surreal glowy things happen.

Okay so that's about it for now.

Hail Eris! All Hail Discordia! Ehehehehe!