when i shoplift
i’m hunting my food
i’m clear in the head and
decide to make a move
liberate
going for a shoplift
i need some healthy food
i like what i see
and put it in my pocket
liberate
Some of us refuse to accept the impositions of exploitation and domination. We strive to create our own lives and in the process create relationships that escape the logic of submission to proletarianization and commodity consumption
i don’t give a fucking shit
i need nutrition
and i’d rather not starve
By our own will, we redefine our commonalities and our differences, clarifying them through the alchemy of struggle and revolt, basing them on our own passions and desires.
Asylums, psychiatrists and psychologists, prisons; aren’t they cages like the filthy flats and apartment blocks, which in their own cannibalistic way imprison human emotion, vitality and energy?