this is once again the last part of the conclusion
when one of us defies the protection racketof public opinion and "necessit" and drops everthing to live as she has dreamed, the whole world recievs the gift of that freedom. when we fill the streets to dance and blow fire, we can remember with our bodies that we deserve such dances and such space for them. when the ski resorts burn and department windows shatter, for a moment "private property" is neither private nor property-and we can create new relations between ourselves and a cosmos that is suddenly ours, and new once more. if we risk our lives, it is because we know only by doing so can we make them our own. see you on the front page of the last newspaper those motherfuckers ever print.
-it kinda gave me chills!:)

this was in a zine. it was the conclusion, and i really enjoyed it.
in some moments in this insane world, anarchy apperars in fragments, whispering of hidden lives that beckon from within this one: those hours you spend woth your best friends after work, the remains of a poster pasted on an alley wall, that instant masturbating or making love when you are neither male nor female, fat nor skinny, rich nor poor. in other moments, that insanity is the exception, the fragment, and anarchy is simply the world we live. one hundred thousand of us found a new civilization, one hundred can transform a city, two can write the bedtime stories our children have been waiting to hear-and sow the seeds for millions to come.