081413 #worm Once you realize you're dreaming, you can of course do anything you want, without guilt or rationale. This is especially true if you have nothing better to do. Jelse doesn't. Do you? Then hop in the back of the truck, hop in and hop in and hop in until the back axle groans. Jelse will keep driving, in first gear with the angry mob, hunching toward downtown. Some of you will tumble overboard. Some of you will lend an arm to someone else. The rest will walk, holding themselves more erect than the crush of the everyday usually allows. The amber of our flames will join the dusky, rubine light of the crepuscular city in an unholy wash of ire. Let's find some windows to smash. Let's wake everybody the fuck up. The ones that don't come out and join us deserve the torch. Look at the wolves dancing in our firelit eyes! Hey, it's warm out here now, bitches!