one day

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!1

It happen over night- what was known now had become the unknown. what seemed impossible, only a dream-now was truly reality. 2

the open groend from street to street-city to city-state to state- from maine to hawaii-through japan, russia, middle east, mexico, brazil,africa-anywhere there was open street and artificial space was strengthen by an artists brush, a psray can- 3

everywhere there could be were spray painted flowers, people kissing, hugging, fucking dancing, praying,loving reading, thinking, piss art at the alamo, birthing,changing-animals, rocks anything and everything that could and should be painted was painted- it was truly an open canvas- 4

the street posts, the roads, the federal buildings,police cars, schools, stautes, malls were all painted- the site was wonderful to the eyes- it was grand beyond anything and everything-5

where there was open areas of grass seeeds were planted- from flowers, to fruit and vegetables- so everyone could be fed.6

it felt as though god had come through the artists, punks, poets and just woke them up to this- it was inspirition beyond inspirtion. life seemed more real then ever.7

there were open art show-poetry readings-poetry slams- cinema-every type of band- in abandon buildings- there was no way for it to be stopped- because once one was gotten- more and more would pop up-8

the president of the united states gave a quick response " there are terroists posing as artists- filling up the streets with nonsense and garhbage- i will arrest all the terroists- if we have to make  every home a jail- we will keep order and peace here at home, and abroad..."9

"no i am sory you are the terroist-this is art coming alive- something that should of been done along time ago..." said a reporter and got up and left "there is no news here, the real news is out there- all poltics from here on end is the voice of the people-" everyone in the room got up and left10

"...wait don't go...what about me? i am the god damn president of the united states!" he shouted11

"who cares" says a voice12

then oughta the corner comes the 6 year old daughter of the president and says "...but daddy, u said no one really voted for you, you just bough yourself-like very other president....."  she turns away and begins to walk she finds a pen and starts to draw on the walls- some people see here photograph her- other take out pens and began to draw  and write as well. 13

by the end of the day- there was no space left anywhere- it was grand- after photographs were taken- people just started to paint over things- liberate  books from bookstores...it was freedom in its truest form- the worn had come together..the revoltution was televised!14