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

[David Morris]

Cool, birdless.

On Friday, November 23, 2012, Joseph Tracy wrote:

> I can wormly affirm that nosiree bob, apart from a smallish guinness and
> all those crazy words running freely about, no mind altering substances
> were involved. Hey, thanks all , for the kind words. Hope all had some
> stuff to thank somebody for and were able to enjoy your favorite just
> desserts and inspirational beverages etc. I went birdless if not wordless
> and made a Beef Carbonnade.
> On Nov 23, 2012, at 11:17 AM, David Morris wrote:
>
> > Was this written under the influences of any drugs?
> >
> > On Friday, November 23, 2012, David Morris wrote:
> > Not bad! Pretty good!
> >
> > On Friday, November 23, 2012, Joseph Tracy 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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