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I'll be the self determined damned before the blessed lump of clay. I'll be the self reliant idiot before the learned led astray. I'll be the unroly overreactor before the smiling unaffected. I'll be the laughing-stock revolutionary before the dignified slave. I demand solidarity. This is a call to arms. But you refuse to grow. We've lost faith in overthrow, in the power to resist, in the strenght to assist, in the importance of the self. Open your eyes, heteronome...our mother freedom is calling us home to civility. You will die the everyman. And although you will die, I will simply end. Call me status quomophobic, but I'm not dazzaled by your order. I'm not impressed by amenities...I will be governed internally. |
