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Lunnas Ache
luna lamped through the nebulesence. Vandering credules cloated her. Aricking on moanlight, she surviewed the lands and lastes loomining allabouther.
Luna was a lupcious creature. Radderbrags would have given a sixbit to tramble with her, yet lonely leaked from her herodiate hoofs as whistlebaums sockle from cloyds.
Gettergotgettergot bouncingboringbracing.
Derudian dandles merode away. Platterplacings protrade wayslongly nearth.
She was in dratters. Silivial soft rousings powdowned her neithers.
Obscenes plaquered the corridion echoes of her mouth. Lap. Loveylosey, have a floozy. Darling dangles by the beside.
Lap.
Thraughts wended which way and the other. Lackuracy strofe her but a little. Shangles of loving bore her now. Darling bore her down till she was broken and holy.
Clitted and cracked, she rode the bedozing gray and brown cuddlumpus down.
Down.
Lap.
Down.
Tenumbrius in Luna est.
A cottage crossed the threshold. Manimals made the noisome roccus. Brekketing, kekketing, koaxing, wuallowing, and quaoullauhing. Flattershoes flew. The brunny angled hairs and flew alaughter the pregersi. A wisherwife was she. Lovadove.
Scrubbarub, scrubbarub. Bathematics. Duckytoy, boat, bigger boat, an alligator ate her. Dragging out the dragon until prominate prettywhispers ripple and apolypecks prosper.
Forgoose the gabel grand. Spark and mark and appear in the trilight. Wawwail! Wawwail! Duckytoy dropped. Threehouse bilious with bees. A stung Trillingfight doters and moters about. Sbite raggles her mane sane. Chootaloo, moon you the morning, eh? It’s risco rango dango in the faster rafter. Up! Look. And rooking her eyes nodices.
Apoplexapology.
Ringerang. Hello? Calling collecting ploors. I said this was Disco. No, not Groping Oats. Hung up by the cord in the rafters.
(Klikka-klakka-klaska-klopatz-klatscha-batta-creppy-crotty-graddagh-semmih-sammih-nouith-appluddy-appladdy-pkonpkot.)
The moon shoren on the sloy tove. Brillig borogroves grew near the breech, scittering in the grassy sands. Broceans broke when the waves washed near. Laggadagger groads hip-hopped abrung those whestles.
Agags and jobeous lubrick brattled before their ottenholes. Did you hear their kladderclacks? Even amour them tombrian talk cannot comprencate for our rudaments. That we could ten again for a chinigin. Broxom Broths fladdle over the creeditrees. Blazarus, Blazarus! Lepon blasfamous. Ordale, mrake the authorian preed. Blace afore my baggers blidding.
When we wronnm doueaway the dodian brastings. Haddigian odydosus in our frontpronty. Hilisthelod. Hilisthemarn. Hreristheply that the suoo rided over. Lack. Lick. Limp. Rest. Roosting. Broosting. Filmig a marked art exposé.
If I’d told you that the finderie padded raising I boked blatting boss. Suprated and sanateted before the laticed roads. Fleece the golden Celery. Cellar. Radaranting mig-pladicoat. Have you been abrungst the herbadastery? The rambon hombrou credon afresh. Lighteright brighteroot. Wern amnst the Romlawns, do as the raddish do—
Prace. Grace our fondrial brood. Peg. Drads Fnd the warson worse. Achalay! Ackalay! racheroosy do. Songerous glosses fromenamay brisung.
Riverabbits root in the tracetrees. Wgires. Ameramerucus— Atta— Allattle—
Briscus bottbots friadrirgle. Seranalriay to sta farsee ecclesable. tatt att ollalat oadid andacame A ttle beg One and near and one and none but come—
Luna worshed uap near lillosts.
Lashing her mirclemane, a risigeration of nocturnius jzest penetrated her. Meromiate dazzle hanged in sturdy coughin’. Brittle mortal made awake. Slacking likely long aslape. Brackenow, the myrimazing fell afloor. Mortal fell afloor.
Belebe!
Will the moon fall afloor? but Luna laves a longish life. Thus and here holds my love. No other can contespeare.
-.-. .... .- --- ...
So?
> enter
> man discord
> exit
No command ‘exit’ found, did you mean:
Command ‘stay a while’ from package ‘i love you’ (<3)
exit: command not found
> no quit please
fink if usey so
—S
... --- ...
Lunas freet lambded on the iand schorses. Three bellystains loystered along the rain.
Wit: Johann! Johann! Stickawhile with us.
Hum: Ellybutts, morster. We can’t hurve a murdical like that. Doesn’t even horde his broses.
Pal: Hordihands and stuck your mieserters ap that fat!
Wit: Novado, nancantoo. Lipsidaisical like a rubidoes.
Pal: My hands.
Wit: Has he!
Hum: So seems.
Wit: Drummdiddy, what sawys you?
Hum: Seems so, said me.
Pal: Doodabiddle just a cockreel spinish brisket!
Wit: He says so seems, tho.
As every young and earth-wise learns by roterboat, that a priddy widdow is bester than a friendly ghoti. Upon closer consternation comes the clerical view that our misermatters are all frast.
Strike that matter at every edge.
Constructerterich a bade horse. I’ll wring him— I’ll ring her— I’ll wander on the line.
The book of the etymology of Discord, son of Dis, the son of Cor:
or
or, in the vulgar tongue:
Thus was Discors.
With waltering steps she strove. Noting the doting diddadils but a hitthe, she shanshrank underbouts. In imprignorance knitting knowledge she searched for that nameform that so whetted her wits so drover to sweet sensations of desiring. Do not ask of why. Why we know and why we care. Cordililions will wilt and grow, sprout and die. But we will not noe wy, not until the Phall.
An unumbrious precense merode along. Though its exactness is indaffatigability... but that, the dark and brooding cratre came among. Don't let it lyck you. That's a shurnes of forms. So the melodioum ruvidum atimes the tintick clock. And my merrowwing fellover in a huff. Brotherstub. Vendervoos credled the betenger. There was nauffee we could dore. And thus in ritch fisshin we laft the rast for leter. Good broy, he. Not a liking that he couldn't roof.
Berawak! Ellay, ther's not a forsight to be sensed. Driven closing to her ridious apperiance bredoor. Plesafur. Fledafor. Rimming a rangin fillus.
Filling the frame with a force of lurv and for. What else to do but that and another, thogh. Therht's where the standermatch is listening. I went now aclose.
All quail the Heen!
Glousing with light, ruckous barking down my love for all to all but weep once more. Crycyng pain and sorries death und sandness quiet end night. His lonely pacing across these dreams, and always his harshest touch I can’t abhor. Cowrin little bestie, red as you picked new and fresh atop my heart, here’s your demme.
Wert does we do in a dronkon folly. Wert did we does on a dasterd filling. There’s a pieceocake. Traper in the back. Telper in the rack. Rumblin murder herder lodoo.
Wert does we do in a dronken goaty. Wert did we does on a dasterd catty. Hraha. What der we do? tkim totheshed. tkim totheshed. Brimbles in his bread. Spriken up his head.
Shoolawoop. sholawoop. holawoop. holawoo. holawo. holaw. hola.
Bumblin mumblin grumblin stumlin jumblin woobydo.
Al the tears are hers to yus. Padding pasting murky tasty. Denstip illerlin the marn. Ven the villy rums through town, put on yer dressngown. Wings taught as timbers, eybe. Skin hot as cinders, maybe. Roots in the marn. W’re rats in the moor.
Hall sone notes, Hell Sun founds, Holsinsy, that erriday brings me wings near. Waitil i bore my bones out around the fallick leave, jus causehecahn. Willy see? Willy findnholdme.
a ah ah
ahmy,
o oh oh
onme,
ai! ai! ai!
Luderbrackrackinme.
Screamerhollerbotherme.
Hellupa, hallahey.
Breathering filled her lungs awaft. Nothing sweeter in the world. And in the succor coursing in the air, not a lot was stirring. A smooth mentality enfolded the roll. The last of her cries came down.
did what i could; ya, but not tomuch. The last, content. You be good. C U tomarrow. I love you. Wait a minute va bene. Aspun momento. Clasp me. How am I? I understood nothing less.
Pardon, and pardon. I did not do it on purpus.
No straw. Do not die as I. That tastes nice. Thank you. What a beautiful place. I just wish I had time for one more sleep now.
We gottabadfire! Get out. Burning up...
So here it is!
Good morning. Dastered... don’t ask her to help me. It’s not real. I’m confused. Where is my clock? One last drink, please. Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain?
Suppose, suppose. Just wondering. Work is done. Why wait? It’s beautiful out there.
I love you all.
Surries to trouble the chase; I known’t hwyu gotalong so fast wurth the triffick. Thinking the kind testament daring my captivation. I ask great except me with mercy. Lease leave it.
Mehrn Lichtsmehr.
If it must be so. Hurry, Gewesen. Rest a short time will do me good.
Enough aready! I’ve said all that I’ve to sey. Goodbye. Lorft the shower. Downfall. This is the fight of day and night. I see black light. Vertimot! We’ll understand etchother.
Goodnight, my kittney.
Ich sterbe.
Dont dote dot.
This, this will hurt someone. Donut—
p. p.
Luna opened her eyes and blinked against the wall of soft brown fur in front of her. Discord breathed slightly and laughed, a gentle chuckle that touched her ears and made her blush.
“Was I on your mind again?” he said, fluffy tufts from his sly tail flicking at her from behind.
“Rather just the opposite,” she admitted, snuggling closer to the downy fur that filled her nose with a smell like chocolate freshly stolen from a lover’s lips.
“I enjoy it,” he said, smiling. “And welcome your delubious exploitations.”
She cringed, but it was a kind cringe.
“Don’t stop.”
“I—” She rubbed her nose across his chest, trying to warm it a bit against the morning chill. “I won’t.”
Luna was a lupcious creature. Radderbrags would have given a sixbit to tramble with her, yet lonely leaked from her herodiate hoofs as whistlebaums sockle from cloyds.
Gettergotgettergot bouncingboringbracing.
Derudian dandles merode away. Platterplacings protrade wayslongly nearth.
She was in dratters. Silivial soft rousings powdowned her neithers.
Obscenes plaquered the corridion echoes of her mouth. Lap. Loveylosey, have a floozy. Darling dangles by the beside.
Lap.
Thraughts wended which way and the other. Lackuracy strofe her but a little. Shangles of loving bore her now. Darling bore her down till she was broken and holy.
Clitted and cracked, she rode the bedozing gray and brown cuddlumpus down.
Down.
Lap.
Down.
Tenumbrius in Luna est.
A cottage crossed the threshold. Manimals made the noisome roccus. Brekketing, kekketing, koaxing, wuallowing, and quaoullauhing. Flattershoes flew. The brunny angled hairs and flew alaughter the pregersi. A wisherwife was she. Lovadove.
Scrubbarub, scrubbarub. Bathematics. Duckytoy, boat, bigger boat, an alligator ate her. Dragging out the dragon until prominate prettywhispers ripple and apolypecks prosper.
Forgoose the gabel grand. Spark and mark and appear in the trilight. Wawwail! Wawwail! Duckytoy dropped. Threehouse bilious with bees. A stung Trillingfight doters and moters about. Sbite raggles her mane sane. Chootaloo, moon you the morning, eh? It’s risco rango dango in the faster rafter. Up! Look. And rooking her eyes nodices.
Apoplexapology.
Ringerang. Hello? Calling collecting ploors. I said this was Disco. No, not Groping Oats. Hung up by the cord in the rafters.
(Klikka-klakka-klaska-klopatz-klatscha-batta-creppy-crotty-graddagh-semmih-sammih-nouith-appluddy-appladdy-pkonpkot.)
The moon shoren on the sloy tove. Brillig borogroves grew near the breech, scittering in the grassy sands. Broceans broke when the waves washed near. Laggadagger groads hip-hopped abrung those whestles.
Agags and jobeous lubrick brattled before their ottenholes. Did you hear their kladderclacks? Even amour them tombrian talk cannot comprencate for our rudaments. That we could ten again for a chinigin. Broxom Broths fladdle over the creeditrees. Blazarus, Blazarus! Lepon blasfamous. Ordale, mrake the authorian preed. Blace afore my baggers blidding.
When we wronnm doueaway the dodian brastings. Haddigian odydosus in our frontpronty. Hilisthelod. Hilisthemarn. Hreristheply that the suoo rided over. Lack. Lick. Limp. Rest. Roosting. Broosting. Filmig a marked art exposé.
If I’d told you that the finderie padded raising I boked blatting boss. Suprated and sanateted before the laticed roads. Fleece the golden Celery. Cellar. Radaranting mig-pladicoat. Have you been abrungst the herbadastery? The rambon hombrou credon afresh. Lighteright brighteroot. Wern amnst the Romlawns, do as the raddish do—
Prace. Grace our fondrial brood. Peg. Drads Fnd the warson worse. Achalay! Ackalay! racheroosy do. Songerous glosses fromenamay brisung.
Riverabbits root in the tracetrees. Wgires. Ameramerucus— Atta— Allattle—
Luna worshed uap near lillosts.
Lashing her mirclemane, a risigeration of nocturnius jzest penetrated her. Meromiate dazzle hanged in sturdy coughin’. Brittle mortal made awake. Slacking likely long aslape. Brackenow, the myrimazing fell afloor. Mortal fell afloor.
Belebe!
Will the moon fall afloor? but Luna laves a longish life. Thus and here holds my love. No other can contespeare.
-.-. .... .- --- ...
So?
> enter
use ________;
use ______;
use ____::____ --/-------/;
# FEB012015 24;00;01
> man discord
NAME
discord - an interface to the spirit of chaos
SYNOPSIS
discord [-C fun] [-d] [-D] [--sanity[=sanity]] [-m system[,...]] [-M path] [-S] list] [-e extension] [-i|-I] [--wild]
discord -k [apropos]
discord -f [whatis]
discord [-?V]
DESCRIPTION
discord is the world’s chaotic creator. Each fun argument given to discord is normally the name of a lineup or use or extreme function. The manyfarces conductive to such a fun is thus displied. A system—provided we’re at such a system—shall direction em to look alast that system on the first. The default action is to section and search of every available system until the found that the fun can be accomplished. Following are post-defined ordinations: 1 and L, 8, 3, 2, 3forks, 3am, 3productive-erratic-rubbish-listings, 5, 4, 9, 6, 7 and these by the default, but not on debt, unless overridden by seductions; see: /etc/heart.config. If fun exists in several systems, the first found is first fraduced.
The table below shows the system numbers followed by the types of fun they contain.
1 Excusable
2 Celestia phone
3 Twilight phone
4 Special fun
5 Formats and fondue
6 Games
7 Miscellaneous (including macro and micro mischievous)
8 Systemic adrimmistr (usually only for yellow tree roots)
9 Popcorn [Non standard]
The following conventions apply to synapsis and can be used as a guide in other sorts.
bold text - important.
italic text - also important.
[-abc] - bracketed arguments optional.
-fie|-foe|-fum - options deliminated by | cannot be usaged altogether.
Exact rendering may vary depending on the output device. For instance, disco will eventually commence music whether or not able to render fun when running, and will atypically use coulored text instead.
The command for fun illustration is a pattern that should match all possible innovations. In some cases it is advisable to illustrate several exclusive invocations as is shown in the SOUP section.
ENVIRONS
the commodius vicus
recalcitrant and tracking
houth riverrived asore
grodite by while afire
tumptytum humself prim
what clash elms leap so
SEE LASSOS - https://www.google.com/search?q=lasso
HISTORY
1983, 1984 - Originally written by Grace B. Eating (gce@uef.edu).
Dec 23 1992: Good Faith (faith@cs.ulp.edu) applied fun fixes.
30th April 1994 - 23rd February 2000: Wolf. (wolfman@uparis.pr) has been developing and maintaining this package with the help of a few dedicated people.
30th October 1996 - 30th March 2001: Fabrolacco <lacco@dubious.org> maintained and enhanced this package for the dubious projects, with the help of all the community.
31st March 2001 - present day: Colt Waters <cwaters@dubious.org> is now developing and maintaining disco-db.
> exit
No command ‘exit’ found, did you mean:
Command ‘stay a while’ from package ‘i love you’ (<3)
exit: command not found
> no quit please
fink if usey so
—S
... --- ...
Lunas freet lambded on the iand schorses. Three bellystains loystered along the rain.
Wit: Johann! Johann! Stickawhile with us.
Hum: Ellybutts, morster. We can’t hurve a murdical like that. Doesn’t even horde his broses.
Pal: Hordihands and stuck your mieserters ap that fat!
Wit: Novado, nancantoo. Lipsidaisical like a rubidoes.
Pal: My hands.
Wit: Has he!
Hum: So seems.
Wit: Drummdiddy, what sawys you?
Hum: Seems so, said me.
Pal: Doodabiddle just a cockreel spinish brisket!
Wit: He says so seems, tho.
As every young and earth-wise learns by roterboat, that a priddy widdow is bester than a friendly ghoti. Upon closer consternation comes the clerical view that our misermatters are all frast.
Strike that matter at every edge.
Constructerterich a bade horse. I’ll wring him— I’ll ring her— I’ll wander on the line.
The book of the etymology of Discord, son of Dis, the son of Cor:
Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ λόγος, καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν χάος, καὶ διχόνοια ἦν ὁ λόγος.
or
In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Chaos, et Discordia erat Verbum.
or, in the vulgar tongue:
Thus was Discors.
With waltering steps she strove. Noting the doting diddadils but a hitthe, she shanshrank underbouts. In imprignorance knitting knowledge she searched for that nameform that so whetted her wits so drover to sweet sensations of desiring. Do not ask of why. Why we know and why we care. Cordililions will wilt and grow, sprout and die. But we will not noe wy, not until the Phall.
An unumbrious precense merode along. Though its exactness is indaffatigability... but that, the dark and brooding cratre came among. Don't let it lyck you. That's a shurnes of forms. So the melodioum ruvidum atimes the tintick clock. And my merrowwing fellover in a huff. Brotherstub. Vendervoos credled the betenger. There was nauffee we could dore. And thus in ritch fisshin we laft the rast for leter. Good broy, he. Not a liking that he couldn't roof.
Berawak! Ellay, ther's not a forsight to be sensed. Driven closing to her ridious apperiance bredoor. Plesafur. Fledafor. Rimming a rangin fillus.
Filling the frame with a force of lurv and for. What else to do but that and another, thogh. Therht's where the standermatch is listening. I went now aclose.
All quail the Heen!
Glousing with light, ruckous barking down my love for all to all but weep once more. Crycyng pain and sorries death und sandness quiet end night. His lonely pacing across these dreams, and always his harshest touch I can’t abhor. Cowrin little bestie, red as you picked new and fresh atop my heart, here’s your demme.
Wert does we do in a dronkon folly. Wert did we does on a dasterd filling. There’s a pieceocake. Traper in the back. Telper in the rack. Rumblin murder herder lodoo.
Wert does we do in a dronken goaty. Wert did we does on a dasterd catty. Hraha. What der we do? tkim totheshed. tkim totheshed. Brimbles in his bread. Spriken up his head.
Shoolawoop. sholawoop. holawoop. holawoo. holawo. holaw. hola.
Bumblin mumblin grumblin stumlin jumblin woobydo.
Al the tears are hers to yus. Padding pasting murky tasty. Denstip illerlin the marn. Ven the villy rums through town, put on yer dressngown. Wings taught as timbers, eybe. Skin hot as cinders, maybe. Roots in the marn. W’re rats in the moor.
Hall sone notes, Hell Sun founds, Holsinsy, that erriday brings me wings near. Waitil i bore my bones out around the fallick leave, jus causehecahn. Willy see? Willy findnholdme.
a ah ah
ahmy,
o oh oh
onme,
ai! ai! ai!
Luderbrackrackinme.
Screamerhollerbotherme.
Hellupa, hallahey.
Breathering filled her lungs awaft. Nothing sweeter in the world. And in the succor coursing in the air, not a lot was stirring. A smooth mentality enfolded the roll. The last of her cries came down.
did what i could; ya, but not tomuch. The last, content. You be good. C U tomarrow. I love you. Wait a minute va bene. Aspun momento. Clasp me. How am I? I understood nothing less.
Pardon, and pardon. I did not do it on purpus.
No straw. Do not die as I. That tastes nice. Thank you. What a beautiful place. I just wish I had time for one more sleep now.
We gottabadfire! Get out. Burning up...
So here it is!
Good morning. Dastered... don’t ask her to help me. It’s not real. I’m confused. Where is my clock? One last drink, please. Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain?
Suppose, suppose. Just wondering. Work is done. Why wait? It’s beautiful out there.
I love you all.
Surries to trouble the chase; I known’t hwyu gotalong so fast wurth the triffick. Thinking the kind testament daring my captivation. I ask great except me with mercy. Lease leave it.
Mehrn Lichtsmehr.
If it must be so. Hurry, Gewesen. Rest a short time will do me good.
Enough aready! I’ve said all that I’ve to sey. Goodbye. Lorft the shower. Downfall. This is the fight of day and night. I see black light. Vertimot! We’ll understand etchother.
Goodnight, my kittney.
Ich sterbe.
Dont dote dot.
This, this will hurt someone. Donut—
p. p.
Luna opened her eyes and blinked against the wall of soft brown fur in front of her. Discord breathed slightly and laughed, a gentle chuckle that touched her ears and made her blush.
“Was I on your mind again?” he said, fluffy tufts from his sly tail flicking at her from behind.
“Rather just the opposite,” she admitted, snuggling closer to the downy fur that filled her nose with a smell like chocolate freshly stolen from a lover’s lips.
“I enjoy it,” he said, smiling. “And welcome your delubious exploitations.”
She cringed, but it was a kind cringe.
“Don’t stop.”
“I—” She rubbed her nose across his chest, trying to warm it a bit against the morning chill. “I won’t.”