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From our lives’ beginning on
We are pushed in little forms
No one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach you what to think
But everyone says different things
But they’re all convinced that
They’re the ones to see

So they keep talking and they never stop
And at a certain point you give it up
So the only thing that’s left to think is this

I want out–to live my life alone
I want out–leave me be
I want out–to do things on my own
I want out–to live my life and to be free

People tell me A and B
They tell me how I have to see
Things that I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to side
They’re pushing me from black to white
They’re pushing ’til there’s nothing more to hear

Shut your mouth and take it home
‘Cause I decide the way things gonna be

I want out–to live my life alone
I want out–leave me be
I want out–to do things on my own
I want out–to live my life and to be free

There’s a million ways to see the things in life
A million ways to be the fool
In the end of it, none of us is right
Sometimes we need to be alone
No no no, leave me alone

I want out–to live my life alone
I want out–leave me be
I want out–to do things on my own
I want out–to live my life and to be free

Resist, Rebel, Reclaim!

A month or so ago I conceived — no doubt, not originally — the idea of incorporating a revolutionary anarchist slogan into the traditional logo for recycling. I posted something to my Facebook wall calling for a logo design, and Alex had this put together in almost no time. Bravo, Alex! So, whether you see this plastered all up and down the overpasses on America’s Interstate 95 or spray-painted on half the train cars on the Trans-Siberian Railroad, you’ll know where it came from.

Resist! Resist what? Whatever evil there is in your situation and that of those around you. Could be the state, abusive parents, tyrannical schoolteachers, a smarmy boss, the jealous priesthood of whatever religion got jammed down your throat, stupid laws, uncaring “friends”, racism, sexism, whatever. Push back!

Rebel! Against same.

Reclaim! Reclaim what? Whatever has been taken from you and those around you. Could be your freedom, your identity, your learning, your labor, your mind, your property, your integrity, your emotions, your destiny, your life, whatever. Don’t ask for permission, don’t wait for critical mass, just take it!

Formats available: black-on-white PNG, white-on-black PNG, and for handy cut-out stencils, large-format billboards or whatever: black-on-white SVG, white-on-black SVG.

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What you can do to bring down the tyrants

What if Christmas didn’t come this year?
And no one paid for Christmas cheer?
Who would cry the biggest tear,
The child or the store?

Why do brides wear virgin white?
Most do not deserve that right.
But to choose a color of their delight
Would surely bring on the frowns.

To defy the laws of tradition
Is a crusade only of the brave.

Suppose the taxman, he comes to town,
And you don’t lay your money down.
Yet Mr. Jones he killed Mr. Brown the other day.
Well I wonder… who’s gonna go to hell?

To defy the laws of tradition
Is a crusade only of the brave.

To defy the laws of tradition
Is a crusade only of the brave.

To defy the laws of tradition
Is a crusade only of the brave.

Rebellion: If I had a middle finger, I would extend it.