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THE REVOLUTION IN ONLY 2 DIGITS Home again. Thomas, you were wrong to doubt it: You Can Go Home Again and Bask in the healing sun of Osiris This isn’t home This is recovery. From the fevered scurvy of my own forgetfulness. I eat limes for breakfast, lunch and dinner now; My bowels move regularly now. And I feel just like Thomas Payne His bursting desire to model the ideal citizen Not our uniforms, but our blood, sinew and muscle. To present to the Crowning Glory and To the Revolutionary Congress and To the Revolutionary French Senate Thomas and his Pain made the American struggle a personal fight: The universal pull of the upright ape on the chains holding him down. Chains forged by the forgetful hairless ones. The ones we will overcome. But we are not revolutionaries! We are the Revolution. We are what happens next. The R/Evolution of our Selves: the inner/outer seeing through Alice’s mirror Into mindful awareness Into homage to our honored masters and their children: The ever loving human race. We have already won the revolution. We have already won the revolution. 2 Shots were fired from far, far ago: One from Lovelace’s boudoir, Another from Giordano’s spinning wheels and the memory of his funeral pyre. And from the bit of the apple Alan choked down, We have already won the revolution. We just need to take charge. We have already won the revolution. In only 2 digits.

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Date: 10/29/2014 10:57:00 AM
Ah we won one revolution... But are there more to complete... Life keeps giving us things to over come.
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