evan ballas

caitlin,
evan ballas was definitely not evan ballas in what's left over from the people of hilvalley.
or he has no interest in admitting who he really was.
The people on the other end from hill valley were made of references to childhood.
GreenDay, the green day show that was in central park and I lay on the ground with ABC at the show.
It's the least possible moment within my vision with Hughes I've ever had.
And somebody who pretends to be republican who pretends to be somebody who works for the mayor who may actually work for the mayor says "I'm glad I did this for this kid" (this is in the year 2009. I think. My mind only references the success of events and clothing). This is why living by Brooklyn Bowl was a success. (this is why I replicated this occupation of williamsburg in zuccatti park. Somebody named James Hughes has trained me to occupy nyc. This will be their leader.)

(broadcasting from a captured TV station.)
V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!

That would have been written on a board with a welcome matt at my tent if the nypd didn't attack me.
But somebody saved me from a mass prison sentence, something small is huge now because of what michael bloomberg did to me. So either Hughes or the people we took from bloomberg are undoing the harm bloomberg did to me.

An eastern bag truck is down the street as the police occupy our park.
This is possibly bloomberg's fuck you back to me (after I sent him a digital fuck you, promising him a watergate).

I'm sure I'll mention this again. I love you.

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/16/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 387/8 james hughes days