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

[Bled Welder]

You scorpions, you spiders, you cataphillars and humans on ground.

On Fri, Nov 23, 2012 at 7:49 PM, Bled Welder <bledwelder at gmail.com> wrote:

> And as cushions on the pussy of--
> We esquizzle...
>
> What have I gotten into hear?  It's called solid silver agave Tequila.
>
> You old men, is there a way out of this desesrt labriyhn?
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> On Fri, Nov 23, 2012 at 2:25 PM, Bled Welder <bledwelder at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> What are we.
>>
>> We presume to be fumes, firing,
>> things that are aflaring.
>> Bot I'll not get into
>> our bubbled bots.
>> Into the water we go,
>> And suck the tits of earth
>> Neve mo
>>
>>
>> On Fri, Nov 23, 2012 at 7:49 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
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