What Occupy do did did on Wall Street bent over backwards in the hurricane breeze

[Phillip Greenlief]

nice.

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On Nov 23, 2012, at 5:49 AM, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:

The malign and  and less malign and not some line where the water rose and the bank notes melted down in the doo do vault. Down in the voodoo salt and the oily soily seasmell. Back in 2012 in the first wave when the wall street machine was stlll holding the line, and lining the vault with fresh doo doo notes in the days of the empire. I hurt it then when the umpire state called strike one. I heard the hiss of the acid ocean eating under the bed under the bedrock  and the occupation came rolling like waves under the bed into their dreams like lions on the prowl, likes wolves on the howl, like poison turkeys floating up the Hudson, like radio waves tuned to trouble. 

"There's a sign out on the doorpost, sayin this land is condemned, all the way from New Orleans Up to Jerusalem" 

Dylan shmilan  let's have some killin, Happy hanukah Gaza. Cuz all the smart guys know the more poison ya got the safer you glow, An baby we got mountains of it. We'll never run out.  We got prisons the size of countries to keep em from the holy poison we own. We a solid as a wall.

"There's a kind of flush, all over the world tonight, all over the world you can hear the sound of sewers too full." The Turdles perform live and dead tonight on that street that ,  no matter where you are, is near you:

Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street.
Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street. Wall Street.

Solid. Just Solid.  Some solid solids. Some soiled solids with unstoppable liquidity.  Serious liquid solids sold and sought and seriously solid. 

Wall Street.  Where the solid shit shines with unstoppable liquidity.  No Occupants allowed.  We don't want them soiling our shiny shit. We are unoccupied. Completely and fully unoccupied in every serious and solid sense of unstoppable liquidity.  We own the idea of solid.  We own the zeroes piled like mountains. The zeroes that are the solid steel bars that line the malign and hold the prisons that we make with our endless liquidity.  

Back in the days before the big waves came