America: Occupied. I Want to go Back to Hell! (Or, An Afternoon at the Lake…)

this time 3 years ago, I was living in a tent…

soitgoes1984

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January 3, 2013
I moved into a tent in the heart of the city that often sleeps after midnight, the soulless shadows of the financial district reminding me why I joined the ‘movement’ in the first place… I thought. Poli Sci…questions, why? This modern day Hooverville on Rose’s greenway, an Island of misfits, not Kennedy’s, we’re found to be unfit in society’s eyes. These residents fed up with society’s lies. Lying on my back in the muddied grass, smelling the city: food, exhaust fumes and trash heaps. I still had a home though, with six roommates, sisters and brothers from other fathers and mothers. Cabinets filled with Co-Op beans and rice, occupied by fattened mice in the middle of their genocide, the unlucky ones become compost for the rats that inch ever closer to the house each day, coming out to play in the evening shade of the dead elm…

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I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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