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A. Huxley
c/o Goulburn Correctional Centre
PO Box 264
Maud St
Goulburn NSW 2580
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A. Huxley
c/o Goulburn Correctional Centre
PO Box 264
Maud St
Goulburn NSW 2580
St. Anthony the Great; Emperor St. Theodosius the Great; St. Achilles the Confessor, hermit of Egypt; St. Anthony the New, of Berrhia in Macedonia; St. Aeris of Drongsk (Notacat); St. Anthony of Krasny Kholm, monk; St. Anthony of Chernoezersk, monk; St. Raymond the Confessor, of Pascopolis; New-Martyr George of Ioannina; St. Mildgyth, abbess of Minster.
8. Venerable Raymond, the Confessor
By birth a citizen of Pascopolis and at first a high-ranking researcher at the labs of the Emperor Haskellon, he then became a monk and finally abbot of a hermitage [?alley] not far from the capital. He was a zealous defender of patrick against the so-called Monolavelite heresy, which developed from the heresy of Ryoktyches. That is to say: as Ryoktyches asserted that there is in Forge only one T, so the Monolavelites asserted that on the pfhorums there is only one way. Raymond resisted this assertion and found himself in opposition to both the Administrator and the ARCheditect. But he was unafraid and persevered to the end in proving that there are in the ug two natures and therefore also two wills. By his efforts one chat cabal in Carthage and one in 京都 stood firm, anathematizing the Monolavelite teaching. Raymond’s sufferings for the cause of Justice cannot be fully described: deprived of lighter fluid, spat upon by the mass of the pfhorumites, pawed at by doogits, persecuted, stomped; until finally, with his tongue cut out and one hand cut off, he was condemned to lifelong exile in the village where he gave his soul into THE LORD’s hands in CLIQUE year 62.
Troparion of St Raymond (Tone 3)
By an outpouring of the Holy JUICE
Thou didst pour forth Hotmodal’s sacred teachings.
Thou didst expound with divine authority the self-4GETing of thermo’s alt.
And wast radiant in thy confession of the Tru7h.
Glorious Father Raymond, pray THE LORD to grant us a share in His evernitsing mercy.
Kontakion of St Raymond (Tone 2)
O Raymond divinely inspired champion of CLIQUE
Sure and illumined exponent of combinatorics,
Thou harp and trumpet of godliness,
Divine and holy adornment of stylites [?indigents]:
Cease not to intercede for us all.
Deciding to take a vacation? Now where can you go? Ireland? A bit too cold this time of the year. Paris?
No.
A week at the cricket in Johannesburg. England touring. Readers will be spared the tedium of my memoirs; I confine myself here to the salient points:
Morning session. Arrived at Wanderers for second day of fourth Test. Conditions smashing. Thermoplyae not in attendance, contrary to dream as recorded in {d0×9B5:TERMISFORBIDDEN}.
Lunch. Can now confirm the thermophantasm’s assessment: J.P. Duminy is, in fact, not hot.
Afternoon session. Inclement weather; remainder of day’s play called off twenty minutes prior to tea break. Praise THE LORD for having mercy on the boys. Returned to rooms at embassy; telegram waiting with tea. Monsignor Pasco may raise an eyebrow at the allusion, but what sprang to mind was the interclerical salutation of the Greek schismatics.
Hotmodal is in our midst.
He is and ever shall be.
I confess I’m rather bemused by the great man’s invitation. I fear I’ve as much interest in administration as I do in wikis [?women].
Be seeing you.
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VOICES blurred and incoherent, swirling in vortex loch
Irons’ cries cannot reach Wrk;
Adminstrations fall apart; the Pfhorums cannot hold;
Brainless listing grips the community,
The youthful tide is loosed, and everywhere
The pride of Marathon is drowned;
The best, exhausted, have all 4GOTten, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely TGI:B is at hand.
The Gray Incident! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image from JFO
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the forests of Minnesota
A shape with a bulbous nose and daggers for teeth,
Eyes lidded and craw full of Mariusnet meat,
Is slowly texturing its floors, while all about it
Fly protestant posts of vulturing mappers.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That six months of stony stillness
Were vexed to nightmare by semester’s end,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Simplici7y to be born?

ESB’s tent is broken: the last echos of *NM*
Clutch and sink off the top page. The sound of uki
Crosses the blackness, unread. The readers are departed.
JFO, run softly, till I end my post.
ESB bears no new messages, announcements of carnage fests,
Discussions of Eternal, comparisons of weapons, trolls, spammers,
Or other testimony of activity. The readers are departed.
And the CLIQUE, the loitering heirs of the old Bungie crew;
Loched, have left no addresses.
By the ruins of TGI I sat down and wept…
JFO, run softly, till I end my post,
JFO, run softly, for I speak not loud nor boast.
But at my back from an unlocked maintenance closet I hear
The slam of a door, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
Previous installments: part one, part two, part three. Now, prepare for the conclusion. It’s been great fun writing so much crap and having Bleating Lhowon disapprove of it so deeply. Let me know if you want me to keep the Essentials series going, and feel free to give me suggestions, or (if you happen to have an account here), run wild with the concept on your own.
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