Welcome to... Out Behind The Saloon

[Hammer of Los]

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I'm the herald of the new age, ya know?

Dat wyrd guy who goes round hummin' an' singin' "When the Moon is in the Seventh House.."

Etc.

Besides.

Someone summoned me up!

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[Hammer of Los]

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Although many were the hands that dragged me into the chapel.

Only one invoked me.

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[Hammer of Los]

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Yes.

They summoned Pan to the material plane.

Material science not the ultimate science.

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[Hammer of Los]

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How did I get out the Chapel after drinking of the grail?

I kicked the bloody back door down.

I just gave it a fucking great kick and the thing splintered and gave way.

Brute force attack of the planetary deva.

Axis Mundi.

Is a World of Pain.

For those who deserve it!

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[Hammer of Los]

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I do tire.

I shouldn't say these things.

Sorcerer supreme in my bit of de elysian fields here, big responsibility.

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[Iamwhomiam]

So sorry for your loss, Hammer of Los. The bonds are the self-imposed bonds of attachment; desire. Your Mt. Ida is only as high as you want your effort to be to overcome your attachment. It is what it is, always.

Feel free to call upon us to come to your aid anytime. We inferior beings only seek enlightenment and shun unwarranted disparagement and we willingly lend you our assistance by choice of our free will regardless.

Be careful not to become just another face in the crowd and if you feel them taking the upper hand, let us know and we'll do our best to help unburden you.

[psynapz]

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Psynapz, I do beg your leave to speak here.

Please you must give permission else I leave here.

I know not what is for the best.

You decide.

Do I stay in this thread?

Or leave to be alone in my elysian fields once again.

'Twould be sad.

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What am I, the Decider?

Who is I that does the Deciding?

I never can decide...



Anyway....

So, like...



hey man...

what was I saying again?





Oh, right...

I just come out to this ere alleyway just to meet up with my real friends and burn one together.

Outsidea that, I don't think I particularly give a fuckity-fuck what you all do back here when I'm not around.

Not to mention when I am. Fuckity-fuck-all, fo tru.

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Hammer of Los, you are my inspiration these days.

A model, a Dad, a Lord of the Manor.

A keeper of the house, a cleaner of the untidy.

A kept man, kept enlightened while keeping house.

~ Zen and the art of youngsters' dwelling maintenance ~

I bough to your branch on the tree of life.

And fry a big fat bowl of holy-shit-good bud meself, in nobody's honor but yours...



But remember, never ever ever EVER over-do it:

[Hammer of Los]

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I'll take it that's a yes.

Good.

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[Hammer of Los]

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[Hammer of Los]

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CLANG!

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[Hammer of Los]

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CLANG!!

CLANG!!

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[Hammer of Los]

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KANG!!!

KANG!!!

KANG!!!

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[Hammer of Los]

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Now.

Was that a bell ringing?

Or the sound of a Gate slamming shut?

A?

Or:

B?

You any good at multiple choice?

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[Hammer of Los]

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Maybe I tell you what I do.

Maybe I don't.

Ask the cat shit ananda.

He know.

Don't dare tell them!

Don't dare tell them cat shit ananda!

You in big trouble wid me if you tell 'em!

Stoopid fucking monkey dat cat shit ananda!

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[Hammer of Los]

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Perfect Dao always shown!

Never spoken of!

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