Saturday, that perfect day — an intersection downtown as a crowd spilled down Fourth Street streaming toward me on the corner at Broadway, for the first time ever, I snapped a photo with my cell phone — OPTIONS: EMAIL. This image of all these people, this surging crowd, blew away in the air like a calendar leaf into the cyber-nothing slipstream of microwave ether, the fragrance of your life wafting like cinnamon.
Judges are in the bankers pockets
Corporate greed must go
Stop depositing your soul in the Lake of Fire
We are not overthrowing a democracy
We are restoring one