With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance*

by The Institute for the Study of Slightly Varying Circumstances

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“NO”!

 

I cried

and, when I cried

I cried

DEFIANTLY

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It’s how I called out upon seeing the sign at my feet, “loudly”, and, “in a manner that shows open resistance or bold disobedience”. I just refuse to bend to authority’s will even if my shoes do get a little muddy, and other patrons nearby become startled. It’s how I’m ‘wired’, I guess. Some aren’t. Maybe you’re more like me, questioning authority at every turn. I don’t know if you are, are you?

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*Norman Mailer

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