not bravely defending democracy i

in our world ~ we have to lock up our toddler bikes !

can't even swim across a lake polluted without Capital's defenders harassment

the actual machine which creates words

the actual machine from which nostalgia emanates

the anarchist want to give us~ that which we think we already have

that seductive charm of decay / flaked / peeling other worlds

bike noir

can't we just leave the fishes alone ?

for over ten years all i have longed for is to live in forests and fields

Re~Wild !!!
my grandmother's ghost

not bravely defending democracy ~ attacking people in the streets with rubber bullets and bombs !

no borders

do not domesticate !

NE!L~ on wheels !

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