REVOLUTION NUMBER X
Monday, Jan. 06, 2003 - 8:04 p.m.
The seed of revolution is repression.
Forcing it off with their hands
The trapdoor came undone
Above our heads it swung
The privilege had been won
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun
Yelling as hard as they can
The doubters all were stunned
Heard louder than a gun
The sound they made was love.
-taken from this diary
I hope I am not breaking any laws, cosmic, copywrite, or ethics. I just could not say it any better than this. This entry from a new favorites diary has strenghtened my struggle to overcome my self-imposed repression of self expression. May my revolution continue. -Alien
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