05-19-2005, 02:42 AM
I have been called an Anarchist. I have been accused of being an Antichrist.
Poor Sophie. Social outcast.
What's wrong with being an Anarchist anyway? I mean, a real one, not some wannabe punk with an A carved into their arm with a razorblade. Real dangerous Anarchists like Emma Goldman... And how does one 'look' like a bloody Anarchist anyway? We are more like bloody psychotic sociopathic killers... We look like everybody else. Is Anarchist now a style, a brand of clothing being mass manufactured and sold from the Gap? If so... Somebody must pay.
Oh noes... I am ranting. It's late at night and I am ranting. And I even mentioned an American Counter Culture Figure that most folk probably don't know about and I bet some are furiously Googling.
We take offense that we have become a pop culture term. We don't bother with lawyers, but expect to hear from us during the next outbreak of mass hysteria. :shuriken:
Poor Sophie. Social outcast.
What's wrong with being an Anarchist anyway? I mean, a real one, not some wannabe punk with an A carved into their arm with a razorblade. Real dangerous Anarchists like Emma Goldman... And how does one 'look' like a bloody Anarchist anyway? We are more like bloody psychotic sociopathic killers... We look like everybody else. Is Anarchist now a style, a brand of clothing being mass manufactured and sold from the Gap? If so... Somebody must pay.
Oh noes... I am ranting. It's late at night and I am ranting. And I even mentioned an American Counter Culture Figure that most folk probably don't know about and I bet some are furiously Googling.
We take offense that we have become a pop culture term. We don't bother with lawyers, but expect to hear from us during the next outbreak of mass hysteria. :shuriken:
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."