O.T. = W.O.T.

To roll consciousness up into the fetal position is to leave it staring at its own private parts.  “WOW, what a treat.”

The Real Revolutionist, to use some City lingo, must be a “hip square”; hip enough to understand the apparent difference, and square enough not to care.

In the City, if you don’t know enough to talk real loud, you don’t know much.

Thinking is mostly a waste of time, (at least the way YOU do it).

Never honor the regressive, or salute the derivative.  We are not here to celebrate the inferior.

J.