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Todays' teaching.
A message to the Disbelivers, From Old Man Morri's Sermon to the strong-minded.
( unfortunatley Inspired By Andy k )
To link, or not to link: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer from the Morri The slings and arrows of outrageous bloggers,Or to take arms against a sea of cunts,And by "opposing" end them? To hack: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we end, literally.The heart-ache and the thousand stupid fuckers,That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation, a fucking insult, fucking hackers!Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; to cunt, to cunt.To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come of MorriWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil, and join the cult, the only cult.Must give us pause: there's the respect, respect of thy Morri,That makes calamari of such long squid; and stupid cunts.For who would bear the whips and scorns of Morrism,The oppressor's wrong?, the Old man Morri?The pangs of despised members,is the cults delay, The insolence of Bloggers and the coders,That patient merit of the unworthy Morrists,When he himself might his followers make him vomit, in his hair, in his hair.With a fucking brilliant blog? who even Andy wouldn't bare,To grunt and swear under a weary psuedonymm, the shock!But that the dread of old Man Morri leaving comments, what a cock!In the undiscover'd country of the blogosphere.No traveller returns, enraging Morri over here.And makes us rather bear those pills we have at home to try and sleep,Than fly to other blogs that we know not of, man you pricks are weak!!Thus your "conscience" does make cowards of you all!And thus the native hue of RGB resolution on your wall,With this regard their computers turn awry,And lose the name of action.-- Fuck you too!The fair Grandmaster! leader, of the feral,Be all my sins remember'd.and forget to join at thine peril .Fuck all you fucking Pricks
Old Man Morri (Vice Grandmaster)
Yah as thou see in the media, the bird flu is upon us. We need to invent some other name for this affliction. Who remembers Mad cow disease? I remember, cows going nuts, that's just great slapstick. Was thou afraid of the mad cow?(points to lady, lady shakes head) NO, of course not, we need something funny, something fresh and new to call our flu, our diesease. Fuck a duck, the golden goose and the ugly duckling are just some names i'm putting out there ( some faint Amens) This way, we'll know that when were dying from this terrible affliction, we can gather some assurance in the fact, that we're dying from the funniest virus on the planet**. (applause, *inaudiable slanderous comment from woman*)
**subject to deletion on actual onset of pandemic.
The emptiness that becomes, from the book of squirrel inspired by the book of Angus.
"Yay as it is said of the squirell, to be of greed is a shame. For no creature leaves it's nuts unattended, for fear of retrebution, and of trees growing in awrkward places. Yay as thee hear my word, the word or the Morri, thinkith of thou homage to thoust furry like mammals; for squirrels are the keepers and custodians of the realm of the nuts. Heed my warning, and go in peace as doth the furry one."
Grandmaster Morri,transcribed by Old man Morri.
Next weeks teaching; "Morrists' and Mountain-Goats"
Destruction is a form of creation. ( Beaver 15;12 From the book of eager Beaver)
As it was done then it is done now, I build my dam and cull the forest, creating peacefull lakes. Yay, the water does not resist my creation, therfore I am supreme, the forest falls before me, but my minds eye is blind to the emptiness i create...
Next weeks teaching, " The emptiness that becomes... Squirell 15;3"
