I like the Flux...

which actually has nothing to do with anything. I just figured I would proclaim my love for Flux of Pink Indians before I contiuned with something entirely irrelevant.

So I found this poem the other day by Percy B. Shelley. It's probably really well known and I'm probably just an idiot, but anyway, it's called "The Mask of Anarchy." It was written in 1819 after the British government slaughtered a bunch of people at Peterloo, which, apparently, is in Manchester. Not that I know exactly where Manchester is either, but I know it's in England and that's enough.

Anyway, the whole poem is like, seven pages long. This was kind of unappealing at first but when I started reading I couldn't stop. By the time I was done, I had to read it again because it was just amazing. I remember this one verse that really stuck in my head...it goes,

"Rise like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number
Shake your chains to Earth like dew
Which, in sleep had fallen on you.
Ye are many, they are few"

That makes me happy for some reason. mmm....smells like a revolution. Maybe that will be my motto now.