Even though you are suggesting using a water soluble product, it's
still vandalism and still against the law in most places. Maybe it
might be a better idea to just have some leaflets printed on
flourescent paper?
Paint, ew. What about chalk?
People put up wheat paste posters all the time and it's 'public art.'
-maggie, human being
A chalk "XENU" is good, so long as it stands out.
Come on SPs - what are you waiting for?
--
"I'm for the separation of church and hate."
Barb
Chaplain, ARSCC(wdne)
xenu...@netscape.net
> Believe it or not, I got a ticket once for WRITING ON A SIDEWALK WITH
> CHALK! It was the same offense as if I'd done it in spray paint. Charge
> was dismissed in court, by a judge who just didn't seem that concerned
> over the vandalism inherent in drawing funny-looking cartoon dogs on the
> sidewalk...
But was it an OBSCENE dog?
++++++++++++ SACRED CULT SCRIPTURE +++++++++++++
"The Obscene Dog is a sort of a brass dog in a sitting position.
Anybody that got around in front of the dog got caught in some
electronic current and passed through the dog to the dogs rear end and
spat out. Thetans didn't like this." [laughter].
L. Ron Hubbard to the students of the first Class VIII
course on the ship Apollo, October 3, 1968.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
--
LYING IS A SCIENTOLOGY SACRAMENT
ASK THEM ABOUT XENU
Remember Lisa McPherson
How about in a vault?
I think I know where we could find some...
(And chalk in some eyes and smiles on those CST symbols while we're at in.)
--
Ron of that ilk.
>
> But was it an OBSCENE dog?
>
> ++++++++++++ SACRED CULT SCRIPTURE +++++++++++++
>
> "The Obscene Dog is a sort of a brass dog in a sitting position.
> Anybody that got around in front of the dog got caught in some
> electronic current and passed through the dog to the dogs rear end and
> spat out. Thetans didn't like this." [laughter].
>
> L. Ron Hubbard to the students of the first Class VIII
> course on the ship Apollo, October 3, 1968.
>
> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
All I can say is: "what the fuh....?????"
The more I learn about this cult, the more I'm left rolling on the
floor, laughing my metaphorical balls off.
Over here in the UK, I'm told that pavement artists make good money
from chalk drawings.
Howard
--
hedmundoatmacmaildotcom
City engineers and surveyors use marking fluro paint all the time on
sidewalks/footpaths/pavements (I'm multi English) so the "real men"
know where to dig!!
However I suggest you don't get caught.
I guess that could use a little context. :-) I've not been a cult
member, but from my reading I think the cult's story is that we thetans,
you and I, are actually immortal and incorporeal alien beings with
godlike powers over matter, energy, space and time. The thing is, we
just don't remember it!
We poor dudes have been subjected, stretching back quadrillions of
quadrillions of years, to mental implants. Yikes! And a lot of these
implants are pretty weird. They are, like our minds, image-based, and
images have been implanted in us again and again. This doggie thing is
one of the older ones from way back, but we still get implanted on a
regular basis. Heck, after we die, we will be returned for regrooving -
popped back to Mars or Venus implant stations for a little mental
recycling. We're a mess!
The most famous set of implants - thanks to the antics of outrageous
famous cartoon personalities... oh, and besides Cruise and Travolta and
Alley and Presley, also thanks to shows like South Park -were given us
by Xenu! The cult calls it Incident II, and boy did it used to be a big
secret! So cough up your 300 grand and here we go.
We were sitting around watching intergalactic TV or whatever, on our
home planets, when our ruler Xenu calls us in for a tax audit. But the
bastard kidnaps us! He frezzes us, boxes us up, brings us here to this
godforsaken Earth place. Billions on billions of us. He attaches us to
volcanos with electronic ribbons. He tosses H-Bombs in there. [That
famous volcano on the cover of Dianetics isn't erupting, it's
_exploding_ from H-Bombs! The cover is there to restimulate the memory,
making us interested enough to buy the book.] Xenu zaps us with
electricity, too. We're blown. We're zapped. We're zonked. Our immortal
selves are practically mindless, all ready for the next step. Xenu shows
us HD, 3D, ultra real movies and images, streaming it in for weeks! Look
out, it's the R6 implant!
Oh, man, we got messed up. We forget our powers over M,E,S,T. We forget
we are not Earthlings. We forget we are immortal. We respond like a
clock to this R6 thing. Pretty much everything here on Earth - the
designs of our houses, our clothes, our airplanes, our Federal taxes,
they are all echos of R6. Psychiatry? Steeped in the bloody surgery
images of R6, no wonder those butchers love lobotomy! The entirety of
Roman Catholicism, it's all R6 stuff! Images of torture, crucifixion
were implanted. Some madman or something picked up on chunks of R6 and a
few hundred years later bingo, the myth of The Christ is born.
We poor, abberated idiots. Implanted, zonked, zapped, reactive,
manipulated by the likes of Xenu and others, going way back. What a
pathetic mess. We thetans were so zonked we glommed onto some of these
Earth meats, ugly bags of mostly water, humans, and we think we ARE
them! Really, we are just occupiers. And other thetans are stuck to us,
ones so zoned they thing they are body parts, illnesses, even thoughts.
Thank God (oops) for Scientology. Ronnie figured this stuff out and can
unravel us. Clear our own mind of this stuff, enough to learn the above
story, then the long haul of exorcism, blowing off those other body
thetans making us think bad, making us feel bad, making us sick.
One day, if we follow Rons path out of this, and pay very reasonable
prices step by step, we can get ourselves back! The cult doesn't give us
great powers, it unlocks those powers we have in us that we just forgot
about! The ability to control matter, energy, space and time! Damn that
Xenu! Damn the Obscene Dog, the Coffee Grinder, all of it! I want to
levitate that ashtray and I JUST CAN'T! Hep me Ron, HEP meeee! I'll pay,
I swear I will! Do you take credit cards? Yes? Thanks!
Not sure of a brass dog - but the Beastie Boys did a song about Brass
Monkey. Is it the same thing?
> Not sure of a brass dog - but the Beastie Boys did a song about Brass
> Monkey. Is it the same thing?
Brass Monkey, junky, that funky monkey.