UNEQUIVOCAL CURRENT OLDER HOST CONTACT GUEST BOOK PROFILE DISCLAIMER My mind has meditated on the spinning of the chao; It is hovering o'er the table where the chiefs of staff are now engaged in contemplation of the dropping of the bomb... Her Apple Corp. is strong! She was not invited to the party that they held on Limbo Peak; So she tossed a golden apple, 'stead of turned the other cheek. Oh, it cracked the holy punch bowl and it made the nectar leak... Her Apple Corp. is strong! Glory, glory, old Discordja! Glory, glory old Discordja! Glory, glory old Discordja... Her Apple Corp. is strong! That's right. Gimme some of that Old Time Religion! And while we're on the subject of crazy, here's a poem I wrote: That first one is, of course, from the Principia Discordia (with some slight mods, all rights reversed, fnord!), and is meant to be sung to the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic. The second one is original, and is meant to be chanted to the tune of John Cage's 4'33". NEXT PREVIOUS