Date: 8/22/2011, ~11 am. Location: Wall Street
I want you to turn to that alarm clock next to your head and BREAK the snooze! Now look at your Hands! These are Your Hands. I want you to recognize that these are Your Hands, which have been oh so gradually alienated from your own bodies. These are the Hands that move the Market. And these are like those hands that have taken our streets and claimed them for their private property.
WALL STREET IS ALL STREETS.
ALL STREETS ARE WALL STREET.
And whose streets are ALL STREETS? OUR STREETS.
So whose street is WALL STREET? Our street.
We are here RIGHT NOW. It's time to kill the Protestor inside your head who says, I'm tired - the one who says: ...we have done enough...i'm tired...I'm ready to take off my shoes... But the SHOES don't come off before the GLOVES!
you don't want to be sleeping when the rEvolution comes.
you don't want to be looking for your Hands when the rEvolution comes.
you don't want to find out that you can't see them because you're sleeping, because you're in happee dreamee land.
We're here to humanize the market. We're here to overpopulate this system. We're here to falsify their currency.
So many of us have learned too much from this life, learned to fear our own dreams. The truth is, this is all just a dream. We are dreaming it together.
TELL WALL STREET!
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