The Code

The actual definitions of all words are basically the same, (if, “Y.K.T.T.”, as always, if You Know the Trick.)

If, for some strange reason, a Revolutionist decided he wanted to involve himself in the City notion of “sin,” he would do so IF he could find a way to transgress that would not be limited to one of the five senses.  That’s right, give ME some sin I can sink my teeth into…or your teeth into…or something.

In the operations of the Theatre-Of-Rebellion, the Revolutionist knows not to ever bother asking the audience “how they like he show so far.”  The People did not purchase their tickets for additional doubt and confusion.

If you still have difficulty remembering and realizing the conservative nature of Life and change-in-the-City, just remind yourself of these facts:  They still deal in verbally describable gods, they refuse to call the brain the mind, and they still put nipples on men.

All of a Real Revolutionist’s words are in code, whether he intends it, or not.  You understand, this means that all real info IS a code.

J.