Oakland, CA. j28, 2012
This is our time.
It’s all about the phalanx
THE FUCKING CHAIR.
“We’ll see who is lounging alongside the revolution.”
We should start writing anarchist slogans on expensive rugs instead of banners. Instead of pushing burning dumpsters will use a fancy victorian bedset. And the barricades will be made with some lovely endtables and some ottomans in back.
I remember when this happened it was a really big deal twitter was blown the fuck up and the live stream was ridiculous
because this is a real thing to secure and defend an autonomous community space
#J28 Oakland, the Palestinian struggle and Obama Hypocrisy in the Delusionally Democratic Amerikan State
slingshot updated with dates of the street rebellions in 2012... see. things do change.
anger in my pockets
the pain is gradual or abrupt layers of either or neither sounds and words become triggers jolted, besieged by memories held close by comrades realizing as we search the streets that justice cannot be found here carving out space we challenge the measure of defeat the blood rushes to our eyes our necks tighten our hands burn we numb ourselves anger like knives swallowed with salt sewn up in our pockets resolve swept up in our hair chasing deconstruction institutionalized demons in the air consumed by the resistance choking on silence and tact wandering endless corridors hard seats and arched backs meeting the hollow eyes of paid jesters their game of fate twisted up in rotting red tape every moment held suspended like life itself