From firstname.lastname@example.org.NOSPAM Tue Oct 21 19:07:34 1997
Subject: the tarot of the subgenius minor arcana - 7(77) of dobbsheads
From: email@example.com.NOSPAM (saint bubba )
Date: Wed, 22 Oct 1997 02:07:34 GMT
777 of Dobbsheads
The holy number: 777, Gematriaticly known as the number of hermes,
messenger and prime Yeti of the Olympian cults plus the number of
"Bob", minus the number of Kali which before hand is added to the
Gematric equivalent of slack, which unto is added the rote fo Xi and
the value of the HIDDEN GREEK CONSONANT: digamma.
This only goes to PROVE the engendered mystickal oogily-boogily scarey
stuff that only serves to confuse the Asouls of this Pain Dimension.
<note: the above formula does work....drugs and numbers are an EVIL
This number is also too powerful to show up in any reading except that
of an overman 33rd degree as the UNDILUTED SLACK and sexhurt bobyons
that constants surrount each and every card thus represented not only
folds space into origami penguins AND THEN CRUMPLES THE FUCK OUT OF
IT, it not only distorts the paradigm's of the wisest men into
SLAVERInG MASSES OF YETILUST, *YEA!* not only does it mysteriously
solve all Rubik's Cubes within a seven and four fifths of a mile
SIMULTANEOUSLY when it is produced in a reading, it also represents
the Blight. For as an uncontrolled freight train loaded with ricin,
fertilizer and gasoline and bullets with no breaks towards the FIVE
DEEP line of schoolbusses full of pretty little children in three
piece suits with no SOULS will create a FUCKING BEAUTIFUL MESS, here
too, with this card we find our selves inadvertantly wrecking
everything we do, and MAKING it BETTER. This card presages periods of
absolute idioticy upon the part of the Yeti, but MAKING A QUICK BUCK
JUST FOR FUCKING UP. leave the world in shambles behind you, leave the
battlefields of shopping malls and weekend softball tournaments
littered with the corpses of your PLAYMATES. Even in the symbolism
inherent within this card, feilds of ruin and decay, buildings,
churches and skyscrapers in the background FUBAR.
Lose your wallet, keys locked in the car, slamming the door of the
bathroom on your fingers, forgetting you have shoulders and smashing
into door jambs. Don't get out of bed. HIDE. SLACK OFF and forget
about even THINKING for awhile should this card shew its head to your
readings and medio-temptations. You're bound to have a brilliantly
fucking terrible day. BUT! You'll be feeling regular and long periods
of habafropizulops enhanced excremeditation and a firken of cheap rye.
That should be the height of your ideals this day.
Reversed: As a contradiction, herein the querent will still live
through much if not EVEN MORE PAINFUL scenarios as mentioned above, he
will profit from them immensely. The third horse in the fifth race
looks like a winner. Don't wear red.
15th secular temple
of lenny & squiggy