a little poetry
pirate call.
This is not a pirate utopia until we make some noise. You and me and the person next to both of us and her friends and lovers and their cousins and the people their cousins admire. Let's pirate. Not alone in this loud insulated room where the thousand echoes are absorbed by a million ears, but Out, take our ships, leave this shoal, go commandeer a selfish captain, librate a slave ship, make some noise. Pirates don't hold conferences, at the top of the world or at the bottom. Pirates eat conferences. Pirates change lives.
