Your Lips For The Cause, Comrade. =========================
Revolution would never be by way of bonfires and cars lit like streaks of crayon orange reaching the sky scribbled by some child proving he could color outside the lines with no regard for beauty. Revolution! I'll tell you a secret it's in here; this hall inside us waiting to echo with music to be filled with words bouncing within our acoustically perfect hearts reverberating against every surface coming through this chamber with echoes between everyone who enters this hall; it is the loudest bastard who repeats and repeats because no one else would listen until he screamed it: The revolution is a simple world. It will not come from Molotovs nor marching; nor puppets spewing slogans against slogans and brand against brand and blood against blood and cops against cops. The revolution is a simple world; and it comes from your courage to live each day as if this world was the world you would love when you were still pure enough to love a world such as this one. Revolution in our time has meant samba dancing by oil drums burning and people raising fists to point at sparks reaching stars; it has come to mean only simple truth and to kiss me when you mean to. But if this is the end of the revolution, then I say kiss me, anyway because to me the revolution is only you. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
