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I am building a new world in which Passionfish the Peachy Prolific Panty-Pincher rules alongside Laughing Gnome. And of course, by alongside I mean he is her slave to do her bidding, discovering antidotes to badness and building huge altars to Freedon, Beauty, Truth and Love where all the people can go and worship. All the pagan holidays will be declared public holidays, and gay marriages and group marriages will of course be allowed. And I will personally deliver each and every one of my subjects a pink ferret.
Of course, it will mean that they will have to give at least three hours a day sending loving thoughts to everyone in the world and visualising themselves kisses my jewel-clad feet.
Who's with me?
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7 comments:
Its nice to see you're realising what needs to be done
All you need is an idea, mon beau. All I can say is that if you do insist about the underwear on the head it better be pretty. Otherwise people might think I'm weird. Oh wait, I forgot :p
Enjoy the ferrets, you tiny people. I spent all night breeding them pink but who gets the credit? Pastichna, of course. Turns out I am her slave (but only on this board)
What I meant was something along the lines of this:
Joy, bright spark of divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire-inspired we tread
Thy sanctuary.
Thy magic power re-unites
All that custom has divided,
All men become brothers
Under the sway of thy gentle wings.
Whoever has created
An abiding friendship,
Or has won
A true and loving wife,
All who can call at least one soul theirs,
Join in our song of praise ;
But any who cannot must creep tearfully
Away from our circle.
All creatures drink of joy
At nature's breast.
Just and unjust
Alike taste of her gift ;
She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine,
A tried friend to the end.
Even the worm can fell contentment,
And the cherub stands before God !
Gladly, like the heavenly bodies
Which He set on their courses
Through the splendour of the firmament ;
Thus, brothers, you should run your race,
As a hero going to conquest.
You millions, I embrace you.
This kiss is for all the world !
Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving Father.
Do you fall in worship, you millions ?
World, do you know your Creator ?
Seek Him in the heavens !
Above the stars must He dwell.
Ah, that's better. Joyful worship indeed
We must dance to that song, we must we must, and pray that the goddess with devour our souls! *plots*
You unjustly omitted the precluding lines, slave boy:
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O friends, no more these sounds!Let us sing more cheerful songs,
More full of joy!
I did that just so you could correct me, oh Mistress. It's all for you.
Wow, that's a bit creepily contrived. At least you've got the right spirit going. Keep up the good work, slave
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