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Free Event: "What is a protest?" and a surprise announcement!

Posted 3 months ago on April 7, 2014, 11:41 a.m. EST by OccupyWallSt
Tags: Announcement, Event

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[-] 5 points by Ache4Change (3280) 3 months ago

'Marching On The Supreme Court' would be one hell of a protest tactic and the vast majority of the 99% would totally get why it was done!

http://www.nationofchange.org/our-highest-court-former-lobbyist-guts-campaign-finance-reform-1396706780

http://www.nationofchange.org/mccutcheon-and-vicious-cycle-concentrated-wealth-and-political-power-1396622890

http://www.nationofchange.org/eight-headlines-mainstream-media-doesn-t-have-courage-print-1396884374#

Never, Ever Give Up! OCCUPY THE SUPREME COURT! Protest, Organise And Show Solidarity!

[-] -1 points by ApexPredator (9) 3 months ago

(The Gutter. Swearing our lost ones off. We live as we breathe. I don't know the fortunate few. An ambulance goes by. Lots of gas. I am walking through the trees. I look at the sky. The breath tastes vile. Ghosts follow me everywhere. The months follow... I quit cigarettes. Predator.)

[-] -1 points by ApexPredator (9) 3 months ago

Apex Predator: (Entry One)

1st Day of not smoking. Having some oatmeal. Feel pretty good. Using Holy Basil… Running. 60 Heart beats at a time. Got guitar.

A cigarette pretends not to think of death.

So, I start.

To stare vacuously As if nothing will ever hurt I keep safe In a prison or two But everything is safe

Including this writing. You want to be safe. Whatever you do.

I can’t deny the fault of cancer. But I can live with it.

I see evil people around me. People I do not want to live with. I live in darkness. Why do words hold light? I think, till I cannot think.

What flows from my lips But an unknown language

Of upset people. I guess.

So, the girl goes in, and does not explain where the money is from.

Coherence. Is not what I am after.

I try to think of the actions in my life. And why I can’t be forgiven. So I do not understand this cancer.

I am one of the abhorrents I live a diseased life I walk around with it on my arm all the time I look neither left nor right

I think of the doctor, and how he says he produces miracles. He must be in a movie.

So I don’t go to the doctor.

So I think of why I do not want children. But I still look at a girl. I do not know what I want from her. So I get confused.

I cannot speak to anyone.

So I get spoken to.

And I have to think about that.

What names character?

By deferring the least. And I become antagonistic with myself.

I live on my own. Now. Near people, or not… Basically, I do not know where I am.

I do not question why. I see the reason to die.