Loudly, so the police sirens will be abashed.
Softly, so your blood-sucking interrogator will lean in close where he can be asphyxiated by your garlic breath.
From within, so the authorities will begin to doubt themselves.
From beyond the grave, which affords some form of protection against reprisal.
Through the slogan NO, which, as nitric oxide, reduces blood pressure by expanding the veins during its brief half-life in the bloodstream.
Through songs, which spread by invisible spores and can grow six inches in a day.
In the voice of unreason, since all the reasonable men defer to whomever commands the most barking guns.
Casually, as if walking on hot coals.
Automatically, through negative phototropism.
Surreptitiously, linking to your co-conspirators only through quantum entanglement.
With an absense of authority, which calls the very logic of authority structures into question.
Joyously. Because otherwise what’s the point?