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Repent!
Quit your Job!
Slack Off!
The world ends tomorrow
And you may die!
Well, probably not
But whatever you do, keep reading
Are we controlled by secret forces?
Are alien space monsters
Bringing a startling new world?
Do people think you're strange?
Do you?
Then you may be on the right track
Unpredictables are not alone
And possess amazing hidden powers of their own
Are you abnormal?
Then you are probably
Better than most people
Yes, your kind shall triumph
A spazz-church of macho irony
Offers new hope for men and women of America!
This is the original time control program
That has helped thousands
To fear no longer the stark fist of removal
Become physically attractive overnight
Now you, too, can speak to benevolent aliens
At the alter of X-ist contact
Evaluate the so-called accidents
And coincidences in your timestream
Perform long, complicated rites of initiation
And rituals of communication
Accullate yourself to the church
Where you will be isolated
Given a new diet, a new set of habits
And an altered label and appearance
Follow your follies and compulsions
And become rich like us
Explore the zen of stupidity, make waste
Find out who your personal saviors may be
And who are the false prophets in your life
Yes, you may be the subgenius
Master of the stoogley arts
Perform the salute!
Perform the salute!
The most no way new wage religion of them all
Brain-trust of our species
Have intercourse with a beautiful live girl
This is a certified religion of scorn and vengeance
Directed at all of them
The enemy of us outsiders
It is self-help through scoffing and blaspheming
Frenzied fornication
And the tumpting of graven images
The church provides answers and miracles
In the service of sureavolution
This religion
Devised by precise mathematical formulae
Is weirder than the most obscure UFO Atlantis cults
Is invaluable to all superior renegades who, at any time
Are justifiably on the edge of insanity
And can only be made whole
By developing a seventh sense of bludgeon humor
Ignore this Fnord
The term Subgenius is used
Because it is the most mironic description possible
You fool
To practice and preach the same things is utter madness
Sometimes communication must be made
More difficult and irritating than necessary
In order to convey
Certain dangerous complexities
The knowledge must not fall
Into the wrong hands
Science does not remove
The terror of the gods
The Subgenius must have slack
Writer(s): Harold Hall
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