The calf was stotting about the field kicking its heels up — its mother followed lowing gently while the bull stood by the feeder in magnificent isolation — the calf – stamped turned and ran straight between the lower lines of fence wire — standing in the bracken that virtually concealed it -it halted – gazing further into the hidden world it had just uncovered.
Revolt! People with voices, people with feelings, a mass of people, common people, individual people, who rise up in an enormous, vibrating mass. the other side of waiting in lines and filling out paperwork. coarse, physical, angry, proud, fierce. Like the percussion section of an orchestra, pounding throughout the triumphant strings section.
Aufstand. Sich nichts mehr gefallen lassen. Gegenwehr. Schluss mit lustig. Es reicht. Wir haben uns lange genug unterdrücken lassen. Jetzt ist fertig. Aus. Basta. Gemeinsam gegen Unterdrückung und Manipulation. Wir wehren uns.
revolt is usually used in negative sense but i consider it as positive way to speak up or do what you want. It does not mean you are breaking rules and revolting but you may start a new era and innovate a whole diff ballgame. revolt us
i believe that most people tend to revolt on various concepts. it is an instinct inside every one of us, an instinct of disobeying the rules set by other, by the society that we live in, or by the leaders we follow.
Revolución. Siempre me ha producido dolor de panza. No quiero hacer discursos. No quiero convencer a nadie. No quiero ser líder. Quiero hacer mi revolución personal casi en secreto. Sin hablar. Haciendo. Si los otros quieren mirar que miren. Si quieren preguntar que pregunten. Si quieren hacer su propia revolución que la hagan. Y si no no.
It’s armed savagery. It’s out in the street. It’s all around you, in your face, up in your lunchbox. They kick down your door, grab your sister by the hair and push her out into the street. It’s a madhouse, a madhouse. The wave after wave of strangers marching in the streets, arms linked, chanting.
A revolt is something quite healthy sometimes, whether it refers to a mass revolt or just a personal one, where you revise exactly what track you’re on. I wish i could add more pearly wisdom on this topic but my knowledge of revolts is biased as i am currently undergoing one :)
it was the only time i remember seeing my father and my grandfather together. for the revolt. They were proud to see me in my fathers uniform – he wore it at my age.
If you really don’t like somethign you find it revolting, you ca say “It revolts me”. There aren’t many things that revolt me. Maybe earthworms, but in all honesty they are revolting. If fewer thing would be revolting, wouldn’t the world be a better place? Tolreance and all that. But really finding something revolting is subjective. It’s not not as one coul choose what
The cause was lost as they revolted against each other. In subtle gestures they signalled each blow within a synchronized motion of apology and regret.
We wake up and the streets are alive. Alive with anger and rage that cannot be fathomed. Oh, but they are dead. The hearts and minds are so blinded by pain and hopelessness that they can no longer speak to life. Life has lost its meaning and only death remains, wandering the streets in search of a freedom that no one can recall and a liberty they would die to defend but would not know if it stared them in the soul. What they call a revolution, we call empty solace that can never satisfy.
napad na osobu, koja je bila naoraužana i u obrani je morala pucati te pukim slučajem ubila je čovjeka u samoobrani. kada se ovaj srušio na pod, a bilo je to na ulici
let’s see. egypt. the funny thing is that i already wrote about this word but whatever. i want to feel more cultured, more alive. i want to know more people, know more about life. FEEL ALIVE. i don’t know much of anything and i don’t do much of anything. i want a change. i want to revolt!
ing in my stomach churning like the bowels of a sick god fragmenting acid disintegration digest into the lavatory of the universe ing like the nausea in my song
sing into the shower and string up words like diamonds, don’t like what everyone else likes just to go with the flow, with the show for the money, for their honey, which always ends up rotten. revolt with your clothes, revolt with your rhymes, be someone who isn’t scared to be completely them, to feel the fire of their passions, of their convictions.
The time to revolt has come. Revolt from you preconceptions, perceptions, instincts, and desires. Revolt from societal pressures and assurances. Be right. Do right. Revolt
my feelings are revolted when I see someone picking his nose. If it’s a child I express my disgust. If it’s an adult, I turn my head away. Or give The Look. It doesn’t always help. I’m revolted when people pick at scabs, too, or scratch repeatedly, or twiddle their fingers in their ears. I wish I didn’t feel that way. Revolt can be more serious, a revolt against a tyrant or unfair laws.
Important. Without revolts, no revolution. Revolution means progress. Political revolution or personal, inner revolution, we need to revolt against what does not make sense, what does not feel right. We can make it right.
when you revolt, you go for it. You break the limits of your fears, the inner struggle that binds you to who you think you are, and instead you become who you are, in the present, in the moment. Then you are able to accept the gift of life and go for it! Revolt and be free, within!
It seemed like somebody somewhere would have realized that standing in a line and letting the red coats fire at will was a bad idea…so i fired first, and we took to the trees
I don’t like this.
Why do you?
Fuck it.
Go away.
Fight it, bitch.
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!
They suck.
We rule.
Anarchy in the U.S.A.
Fuck the UK
“Oy, I’m a British Faggot!!
Weeeee!”
standing up and being counted, not leaning against the wall and watching, is it noble, is it foolish, is it? daring to be heard? is it when your whole being, whole self cannot bear another moment of this torture of this oppression?
They way people eat sometime – revolting! Especially if it is porridge, mashed potatoes, custard or rice pudding. I love all these foods but only if I make them myself. I remember in primary school a girl in my class would squidge the potatoes out of her teeth …… absolutely revolting!
The children decided to stage a revolt in the middle of the shopping centre. Screaming, kicking and yelling ensued until the Mother whispered something in the ear of the eldest child, who in
The peasants walked to the palace wall with their sacks of manure. Ed, the assistant said to his leader, Thomas, “you know, if we were to just talk to the king, maybe he’d cede his throne, and we wouldn’t have to revolt.” Thomas put down his sack and said, Oh, come on. This will be more fun. Now lets load up the trebuchets!
this reminds me of the crazy 60s. being in berkeley, you think about the crazy past. but you wanna know the truth? it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. we have protests, but only one has really made news. it’s like we’re living in the past. failed attempts to feel something that felt so good in the past perhaps? i’m rather over it.
There was a revolt in the city these days. Ever since the new king had come in no one was happy or safe. People stole. People killed. I stole. I killed. I didn’t judge. I did what I needed to do to live. We all did. But no one would believe it when we saw ourselves. All felt like some sort of bad dream.
We had to rev up the car to clear the people in front of us holding molotov cocktails. They weren’t moving. And really, truly, I understand. I would be pissed.
But can’t I just live my goddamned life in peace? Let me live out the misery of riches.
people wait their whole lives to find something worth fighting for, and yet, most often when it shows itself, they aren’t ready. I was. I’ve been waiting for my entire life to fight back. And now that it’s time. I’m afraid to die…
My body has revolted against me many time. It revolted against me and any efforts at “girlishness” by growing breasts in the 5th grade. I revolted against it by making myself not eat.
anger, masterpieces, against the world.
the way i feel when i know i won’teverbe able to have you, to hold you in my arms.
i miss you terrbly, you motherfucker.
there is hunger, death, disease in this world and all i think of is you.
The calf was stotting about the field kicking its heels up — its mother followed lowing gently while the bull stood by the feeder in magnificent isolation — the calf – stamped turned and ran straight between the lower lines of fence wire — standing in the bracken that virtually concealed it -it halted – gazing further into the hidden world it had just uncovered.
Revolt! People with voices, people with feelings, a mass of people, common people, individual people, who rise up in an enormous, vibrating mass. the other side of waiting in lines and filling out paperwork. coarse, physical, angry, proud, fierce. Like the percussion section of an orchestra, pounding throughout the triumphant strings section.
Aufstand. Sich nichts mehr gefallen lassen. Gegenwehr. Schluss mit lustig. Es reicht. Wir haben uns lange genug unterdrücken lassen. Jetzt ist fertig. Aus. Basta. Gemeinsam gegen Unterdrückung und Manipulation. Wir wehren uns.
revolt is usually used in negative sense but i consider it as positive way to speak up or do what you want. It does not mean you are breaking rules and revolting but you may start a new era and innovate a whole diff ballgame. revolt us
i believe that most people tend to revolt on various concepts. it is an instinct inside every one of us, an instinct of disobeying the rules set by other, by the society that we live in, or by the leaders we follow.
Revolución. Siempre me ha producido dolor de panza. No quiero hacer discursos. No quiero convencer a nadie. No quiero ser líder. Quiero hacer mi revolución personal casi en secreto. Sin hablar. Haciendo. Si los otros quieren mirar que miren. Si quieren preguntar que pregunten. Si quieren hacer su propia revolución que la hagan. Y si no no.
It’s armed savagery. It’s out in the street. It’s all around you, in your face, up in your lunchbox. They kick down your door, grab your sister by the hair and push her out into the street. It’s a madhouse, a madhouse. The wave after wave of strangers marching in the streets, arms linked, chanting.
Revolution will result in change. Revolt and you will need to manage the consequences.
A revolt is something quite healthy sometimes, whether it refers to a mass revolt or just a personal one, where you revise exactly what track you’re on. I wish i could add more pearly wisdom on this topic but my knowledge of revolts is biased as i am currently undergoing one :)
it was the only time i remember seeing my father and my grandfather together. for the revolt. They were proud to see me in my fathers uniform – he wore it at my age.
freedom, angst and anger. supresssion, alice was revolting against herself and she was losing.
it’s always needful… it’s always remarkable… it’s me…
If you really don’t like somethign you find it revolting, you ca say “It revolts me”. There aren’t many things that revolt me. Maybe earthworms, but in all honesty they are revolting. If fewer thing would be revolting, wouldn’t the world be a better place? Tolreance and all that. But really finding something revolting is subjective. It’s not not as one coul choose what
The cause was lost as they revolted against each other. In subtle gestures they signalled each blow within a synchronized motion of apology and regret.
We wake up and the streets are alive. Alive with anger and rage that cannot be fathomed. Oh, but they are dead. The hearts and minds are so blinded by pain and hopelessness that they can no longer speak to life. Life has lost its meaning and only death remains, wandering the streets in search of a freedom that no one can recall and a liberty they would die to defend but would not know if it stared them in the soul. What they call a revolution, we call empty solace that can never satisfy.
napad na osobu, koja je bila naoraužana i u obrani je morala pucati te pukim slučajem ubila je čovjeka u samoobrani. kada se ovaj srušio na pod, a bilo je to na ulici
let’s see. egypt. the funny thing is that i already wrote about this word but whatever. i want to feel more cultured, more alive. i want to know more people, know more about life. FEEL ALIVE. i don’t know much of anything and i don’t do much of anything. i want a change. i want to revolt!
ing in my stomach churning like the bowels of a sick god fragmenting acid disintegration digest into the lavatory of the universe ing like the nausea in my song
sing into the shower and string up words like diamonds, don’t like what everyone else likes just to go with the flow, with the show for the money, for their honey, which always ends up rotten. revolt with your clothes, revolt with your rhymes, be someone who isn’t scared to be completely them, to feel the fire of their passions, of their convictions.
The time to revolt has come. Revolt from you preconceptions, perceptions, instincts, and desires. Revolt from societal pressures and assurances. Be right. Do right. Revolt
A revolt has broken out. Right here. In my life. Things aren’t happening the way they were supposed to. Where did this start? How?
my feelings are revolted when I see someone picking his nose. If it’s a child I express my disgust. If it’s an adult, I turn my head away. Or give The Look. It doesn’t always help. I’m revolted when people pick at scabs, too, or scratch repeatedly, or twiddle their fingers in their ears. I wish I didn’t feel that way. Revolt can be more serious, a revolt against a tyrant or unfair laws.
Important. Without revolts, no revolution. Revolution means progress. Political revolution or personal, inner revolution, we need to revolt against what does not make sense, what does not feel right. We can make it right.
when you revolt, you go for it. You break the limits of your fears, the inner struggle that binds you to who you think you are, and instead you become who you are, in the present, in the moment. Then you are able to accept the gift of life and go for it! Revolt and be free, within!
A feeling where you just can’t possibly live under existing conditions. Disgust is so overwhelming blood would not make you scream. Adding volts.
i revolt against socety because i feel like it and want to i dont even know what revolt even means im just guessing
1revolt=Return Empass’ Volition Obscuring Leverage Tract
It seemed like somebody somewhere would have realized that standing in a line and letting the red coats fire at will was a bad idea…so i fired first, and we took to the trees
I don’t like this.
Why do you?
Fuck it.
Go away.
Fight it, bitch.
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!
They suck.
We rule.
Anarchy in the U.S.A.
Fuck the UK
“Oy, I’m a British Faggot!!
Weeeee!”
standing up and being counted, not leaning against the wall and watching, is it noble, is it foolish, is it? daring to be heard? is it when your whole being, whole self cannot bear another moment of this torture of this oppression?
They way people eat sometime – revolting! Especially if it is porridge, mashed potatoes, custard or rice pudding. I love all these foods but only if I make them myself. I remember in primary school a girl in my class would squidge the potatoes out of her teeth …… absolutely revolting!
The children decided to stage a revolt in the middle of the shopping centre. Screaming, kicking and yelling ensued until the Mother whispered something in the ear of the eldest child, who in
The peasants walked to the palace wall with their sacks of manure. Ed, the assistant said to his leader, Thomas, “you know, if we were to just talk to the king, maybe he’d cede his throne, and we wouldn’t have to revolt.” Thomas put down his sack and said, Oh, come on. This will be more fun. Now lets load up the trebuchets!
this reminds me of the crazy 60s. being in berkeley, you think about the crazy past. but you wanna know the truth? it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. we have protests, but only one has really made news. it’s like we’re living in the past. failed attempts to feel something that felt so good in the past perhaps? i’m rather over it.
There was a revolt in the city these days. Ever since the new king had come in no one was happy or safe. People stole. People killed. I stole. I killed. I didn’t judge. I did what I needed to do to live. We all did. But no one would believe it when we saw ourselves. All felt like some sort of bad dream.
We had to rev up the car to clear the people in front of us holding molotov cocktails. They weren’t moving. And really, truly, I understand. I would be pissed.
But can’t I just live my goddamned life in peace? Let me live out the misery of riches.
people wait their whole lives to find something worth fighting for, and yet, most often when it shows itself, they aren’t ready. I was. I’ve been waiting for my entire life to fight back. And now that it’s time. I’m afraid to die…
My body has revolted against me many time. It revolted against me and any efforts at “girlishness” by growing breasts in the 5th grade. I revolted against it by making myself not eat.
there is a feeling in the pit of my stomach
it seems revolting to me.
bile surges in my esophagus.
and i reel from the discomfort.
help me
god,
if you exist at all.
anger, masterpieces, against the world.
the way i feel when i know i won’teverbe able to have you, to hold you in my arms.
i miss you terrbly, you motherfucker.
there is hunger, death, disease in this world and all i think of is you.