• | 26.02.2004 11:29
relaxed - organized, ready. the building secure. people determined 2 resist eviction.
As the cold night passed cans and rizzlas 'round bonding comañer@s against each other, the time in NW5 is always now, and will be, until he moment when bailiffs and police finally close the remains of the door behind them.
with the sharpness of a shark, exactly at 6am, a police car drove up the road, showed its teeth, smelled the air, turned around and faded way in the grey distance of the early morning. everyone ready.
another shark came again 4 minutes later this time from the back... and the collective blood they came to smell flew faster. now?? ..............
......but....... was it a different shark? or the same one, curious still or perhaps eager to have a closer look at the pickete's fire. such a strange sight for the dead eyed squalo... imagine now a huge school of sardines crossing the road from west to east down at the junction tavern, drawing a misty curtain behind the shark who is now on its way to holmes road police station, ready to report to its masters.
the sun must be shinning there now, 11am, in out and around. celebrating life, imagination and hope. giving out coffee to friends and passers by.
rebeldes . GO !
they do need help.