Beneath the Pavement

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“We fell in love in the wreckage, shouted out songs in the uproar, danced joyfully in the heaviest shackles they could forge; we smuggled our stories through the gauntlets of silence, starvation, and subjugation, to bring them back to life again and again as bombs and beating hearts; we built castles in the sky from the ruins of hell on earth.” –Fighting for Our Lives: An Anarchist Primer

“Beneath the pavement, the beach.” -Slogan sprayed on Paris walls during the 1968 protests.

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Another Year in the Red

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“Does anyone ever realize life while they live it…every, every minute?”

“No. Saints and poets maybe…they do some.”

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