Aphorisms, Emotions, Suicide

Countless emotions and energies to process into myself. Where’d they all come from, and why am I under their siege? Now in the clarity that comes from externalization (in this case mid night writing) I feel like the answer is clear—they never were allowed to dissipate, be absorbed, or prosorbed: taken forward into evolution. They were just unspoken, unheard tragedies that linger on and even grow as weak generation after weak generation defers dealing with them. Well I am not one of those weak generations, so I am under siege by not just the breadth of genealogical back-log of lingering negativity, I feel as I’m under siege by my own generation’s weakness to deal with these energies and a bad karmic flow of it. They (my generation) are grand escape artists, except that there is not art in it, and there is nothing grand about it—at least on the individual level where countless individuals slink into prefigured norms such as pointless unneeded work and then private-indoor bread and circuses, mostly generated by the entertainment aspect of the culture industry. They escape themselves, and the obligations of the

People don’t know how to unplug, they just replug into a relaxing aspect of the same Matrix they were trying to escape.

I really don’t know where to put the suicidal energies. I have hundred of poems inside of me, but I fear to even begin writing them for the OCD that is so close to me will start telling me they are less than perfect and will stay my hand from releasing

The fucked up thing about language is that I don’t even know if this is what I’m thinking. It’s just the logic of language dictating the linear word “flow” come out in a certain way. I want this to be readable, but asdlfkjsflkjdsflsdkasfdfsadfladsj; feels a bit more expressive of me but less of the reader. Who the fuck would read this? And I don’t say that in a self-pity kind of way. I have no desire to read other people’s works. I think basically all written works and to get even larger—all human inventions, all human work, all human pastimes—are all a bunch of shit. I have little desire to toil through my own writings and expressions, no matter how decent and insightful they might be, and I have even less of a desire

Am I now a different character in an existentialist’s play? I don’t have a name for them, but I think I used to be one of the characters with great anxiety but also great love and hope. Now I am the cynical misanthropic one. I hate the word misanthropy and I hate that humans thought of it, obscuring that there are people who hate humans. Be proud of hating humans! Be a human-hater. I am even more proud because I’m both a human hater and a human lover. I hate most humans’ ideas and lack of thought, and there behaviors linked to their non-reflexive. I hate this in myself. I hate their sheepishness. I hate this in myself. I hate how their norms and ideas invade me and create a plaque. I love the human spirit, and its spontaneity, and that it breaks free from the countless generations of damage and shit all in an instant, when two or a group connect and come alive, or when an overpowering biological environment surrounds an absent human and brings them in to full, undeniable presence. This I love. I love the joy found in children. I absolutely fucking hate the control of authorities, I hate the weakness and pr

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And so I write aphorisms, a lazy mode of expression.

We must do our part, and not just part of our part. And you must do your part, and not just part of your part.

I’m sick from being around people who think with their logic and not with their love.

Usually they are too weak to look up to somebody that is above them. Doubt in the sky doesn’t come from eyes raised but from eyes lowered.

No one else can say whether you’ve won or lost because they don’t know what you’re journey is playing for.

We are so successful as a protest force because we are not protesters, we are revolutionaries with a vision of a future that doesn’t end in our mass extinction.

I am a nomad and I forage for revolution. 2019 this fruit is ripe—join in and bring your own fire to counteract the Earth’s blazing fever.

Wild Earthlings with their wild Earth blings. (picture forthcoming)

I can’t escape it. I agreed I’m in the immanence, and only in the immanence. And the immanence—the Universal self-containing totality—is imploding.

Anyone you have to push to do the right thing is not a friend, they are a vulnerability in the enemy’s campaign.

Road blocking is an end in itself—an end to cars.

The real problem is when we let the matrix enter into us.

Fight for the living.

Figure it out when you get there, or you simultaneously disrespect the integrity of both here and there. #immanent #nomad

There is no theory of immanence—only the theoretical is theoretical.

 

 

 

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Mirages of Wisdom 0020 – MayDay Earth (rush post raw)

If you won’t live to see it, live to seed it.

see it seed it doubled final

We are not out of control, we are outside of your control.

Extinction Rebellion Climbs New York Times Building

 

May 32: Our Struggle Is Timeless

May 32: If you want free time, then you must free time

May 32: Yes We May

 

Animals that have lost their kingdom.

There is no written language in all these lands that could convey the crimes done here. There was no written language in all these lands until an invasive species

Lead! Don’t follow this May forward.

Your religiosity is a measure of your oppression.

Let’s dig up (and root out) the antiquated ideas.

Those who only hunt diseases are apt to be yet another one.

The rule of globalization turns the Earth into the excluded middle.

With regards to the weighing the value of the older generations’ contributitions to where we are now, their colloquialism “separate the wheat from the chaffe” comes to mind. I’d like to say that we now know literally both wheat and chaffe are not healthful to humans, and both, along with over-used non-wisdomed
If we are in a critically failing civilization, we must spread our criticism to the bullshit we hold dearest, for it is quite possible the seeds of our current destruction linger in the most overlooked areas.

 

 

 

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Into The Fire

Father’s Day Cheer

I do not want the wishes of a happy Father’s Day, when we fathers and grandfathers en mass across the planet have failed to hand on to our children an Earth that they might survive on. Our collective participation in this system only deserves us recognition as failures, and reprimanding and ostracization by our youngers. Our lack of empathy, thoughtfulness, and mourning, that has led to our unchecked squandering of Earth’s vitality—ecocide—is made particularly visible with this now co-opted consumerist holiday of Father’s Day. Over the last 50 years, how much plastic was purchased and expected as gifts on this day? How much additional waste do we add? A celebration of father’s day is a sloppily-tied bow interwoven by insult and injury. Forget these contrived holidays—they’ve brought us to a wasteland, and to the edge of a lifeless abyss.

Speaking of Puns

Puns are a reflection of the nomadic spirit of humans (and the spirit of all that is living) towards difference. The joy of puns is that they break what could be a particularly awful positivist-view of the world and in this instance in particular of language–for things to be self-same over time and not have any ambiguity. Ambiguity implies movement, becoming, the opportunity for change and a new experience, and puns are an opening up of a pathway from one thing in to others that wasn’t necessarily pre-dictated by idiomatic rules. If language was all about rules then why are all ancient languages no more and new languages forming out of old ones? Languages evolve over time (and in the case of our times and what puns are a symptom of, devolve). OCD evolves and wanes, too, if one let’s it, as I’m about to do without even looking back to edit this post or try to infuse it with puns. There are enough of those, enough screams of the oppression of our language and physical structures that leave us all marketing and sloganeering and appreciating the same in others. Enough words for now, more actions, less linguistic signifiers!

Climate Commandos (climate movement reflections) – ongoing edits

Vigilantism –

legitimating ourselves and not giving additional credence to outdated, extinct-driven legal systems.

No time for a marathon, we never had time for it

The old adage that activism is a marathon and not a spring is completely wrong and misguiding. By allocating our time and energy in a marathon fashion, the system we are fighting as a totality (whether or not we choose to recognize the cause of the many different symptoms we come up against) is winning/growing because we fight for it more of our hours than against it. Your 40 hour work week completely invalidates and counter-compensates your 5 hours of activist work if you have a system supporting career.

 

-3 full time additions to xr-nyc – 2 job loss and 1 quit, housing people

Mirages of Wisdom 0013 (my thoughts inexactly)

We don’t learn by turning over rocks but by turning over ourselves.

Underslept allows yet other dreams to enter.

God didn’t create the world but God might destroy it.

Money grows on dead trees.

What happens when you add more weight to the thing that is already crushing you?

We live or die between the events of birth and death. You choose which of these two events will define you or haunt you.

Patience will make patients of us unto death.

I’m trying not to fall for you, but without you I will definitely fall.

When all desire wears off and yet desire remains and yet desire remains—that’s amor.

Most live as soldiers in the armies of others.

Most fight in the armies of others not the armies for others.

Governments kill you when they exist, trees kill you when they don’t—lets cut down governments and not trees.

Your walls to keep the diseases out are the very ones that keep the diseases in.

Diseases are infectious and the cures are even more so. If you let down your walls, the siege of cures will flood in before the disease, because quite in fact the disease was in your walls with you.

Move the way not out of the way.

Generations are seriously in trouble without regenerations.
🌵 🌵 🌵 -> 🌳 🌳 🌳

Voodoo isn’t voodoo, it’s part of how the fabric of the Universe waves.

I will do violence upon thee without becoming the violence that is thee.

Weakness is a skin waiting to be shed.

There is no justice the system can provide just its cremation. 🔥

You aren’t all that revolutionary—the proof is that there has not been a revolution.

We are not living longer—we are elongating our dying.

At least all other animals have not built their own cages. Exceptional we are.

If it’s hierarchical—we talk to the king; the others have had their voices taken away.

A youth-fearing human who sees in them my afterlife, my species’ salvation.

They tried to divide us—they didn’t know we were rhizomes. They🌿tried🌿to🌿divide🌿us🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿they🌿forgot🌿we🌿were🌿rhizomes. They tried 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿they 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿failed. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿

Evaluate if the road that connects is or is not also the road that disconnects.

Robbed of their land, robbed from their land. The African Diaspora are Indigenous just as nomads who pre-date their land. Nomads—the first peoples were walkers not settlers. Migrants came first, first peoples came after.

The degree to which you Don’t break down your own walls, you doom the children to be born in cages.

Fuels that will make fossils of us.

See a forest here, seed a forest here. (Meme picture of parking lot)

The best way to honor the fallen is to not let any more fall on top of them.

Break traditions and make futures. That’s how the light gets in.

Your body should show me that you care about the Earth.

Should will die with the old world.

Workers need to seize the means of production for the world that they’re actually trying to create, if they seize the industrial means of production they’re only going to create the same disease that capitalism has been doing for so long. Workers that think that by seizing factories they will make anything other then robots to impress themselves, are delusional and suffer from the same sickness that the Bourgeois have, the infestation of the Soul by capitalism.

Kill the corporations or kill ourselves; kill the governments or kill ourselves; kill the machines or kill ourselves. Those really are our only options.

Evaluate if the road that connects is also the road that disconnects.

Revolution has no room for entrenched interests, for it is the libertarian from the trenches.

Closing your eyes should be to see the depths inside of yourself not to hide from them.

Don’t confuse your olders with your elders.

Morre or les.

god didn’t create humans but God will destroy them.

You can’t go anywhere where there isn’t a road. (MEME with pic/map of roads everywhere)

The vibrations of what we call minor key are a higher level than major key or any dissonance, because it is the resolution, feeling, and incorporation of both.

The difference between honoring and appropriating an other’s identity is how much of your own constructed identity you are willing to part with. If you’re in a desert starving for food to produce greenery, you are going to get the seeds of some plants from elsewhere into that desert. If you are in a cultural desert immeasurably thirsty for something different, you honor the culture elsewhere by bringing it in and letting it flourish in yet new terrain.

3️⃣ ✌ peace out colonialism. 🤟✌ peace out colonialism.

Chanting Carless Karlos: Cars and trucks are killing me! Mass transit should be free!

Be history or become history.

When you gain awareness you gain responsibility. With greater awareness comes greater responsibility.

Demand the impossible and the impossible shows up.

The first baby step usually proves the most important.

It is time, and it always will be; If there is a future, it is now; Now is the only time there ever was. The time is now-it always has been!

Sit with the youth, learn from the youth, stop cars for the youth.

The elders are our youngers—undeniably filled with the wisdom of life.Work for money or work for  humanity. Late stage capitalism has almost made them mutually exclusive.

I’m not here to say I did something when it all ends—I’m here to stop it from ending.

We let us get too weak…

 

Deserting Extinction

The truth is humans went extinct long ago, and all that appears as life now is just our bodies twitching.

If we are going extinct I’m not putting my faith in the institutions of power that got us here to get us out of the predicament.

2020 is our show now.

Fuels that will make fossils of us.

There is a war against your existence whether or not you choose to recognize it. Have a good morning 🙂

For those upset that Extinction Rebellion didn’t come in 2010, just remember to be glad it isn’t finally here in 2021, but now! Seize the future from the grips of death.

Our planet has a fever that is going to cook us and the rest of life.

Organize like there’s no tomorrow, because if you don’t there will be.

I will not legitimate a system that hands out power to evils of varying degrees. What the fuck have we been turned into?

We all have the right to grow old—that right is being taken away from an entire generation. That is ageism, the genocide of an entire generation and the entire human race.

As movements start to resemble the structures of which they are opposed (and ossify and fossilize), the solution is to add ever more movement. Fight extinction with evolution! Bring life where there is death and decay! (Green the deserts of the land and the mind)

Prioritizing consensus decision making in the age of rampant bodily and mental decadence is putting the moon jumping under the cow between yourself and your goals. Be autonomous, just do it. And if it is a valid and valuable action, others will join in too.

Let 2019 be the year Earth heats up figuratively more than literally.

Your children don’t have parents if both parents and children die. You are merely their foil.

There is only one of me 🌎

Some humans are going extinct sooner than others. Free Free Amazônia!

Remember, there’s only one of you 🌏 xrxr

Join XR for the rest of your life, or it will be the rest of all life.

A war against any, is a war against the Earth.

Yes we are going extinct, but humans died long ago.

We can all collectively put an end to the system, or it will put an end to us collectively as a species.

Saving yourself is saving the Earth just spelled differently.

You really don’t understand the situation if you are worried about losing your job.

Can’t make it in to a protest? Let your lawn be the protest! #unlawnfulcitizens

Car windshield leafletting: You are a conditoned animal that is going to go extinct.               Rebel! Leave behind your domestication and inevitable fate to go extinct

🔥 🌏 How many more winters will WE see?

If self-care is an afterthought, there won’t be much of you left after.

FB post- We must now act to green the deserts to offset our desertion of the greens. (karlos basak is with paul wheaton) This is our last real card to play humanity in this tragedy of human existence on this planet.

If your meetings are not about action they will be allowing the furtherance of inaction. Important to point out that action in the mind is very relevant, but it must ultimately be manifested outside that sphere if it is a musing that hopes to change the external reality.

They all like talking about their structures and other ossifications—I am here to talk about circulation.

Epoch struggles need epic music.

Your six of clubs has been commandeered for the fight against the 6th mass extinction

I want your attention, not your extinction.

Make History or Become History.

Extinction is not a mistake you can learn from.

Mirages of Wisdom 0012 (My Thoughts Inexactly) [unedited, quick publish]

If I went to hell with you they would have to change the name.

There were certain indigenous that had children that had children that had children… that had children, that had a child named Cristòffa Columbus.

Don’t start your count from when you started counting. But so too only count the active, ignore the self-ignoring ancient.

Not allowed is not allowed! (Say it, Say it, Say it LOUD) #ChantingCarlessKarlos

There’s no place like tribe. And for most of us we’ve been homeless for several millennia.

To be a human is to be with other humans.

Allow for a healthy dose of mystery in your life or allow for a ceaseless misery.

Wisdom isn’t usually formally communicable, it is discernible. Listen more to what the wise do, rather than what they say.

A nomad is not supposed to travel from person to person to person to constitute the tribe. The tribe is supposed to move together from place to place to place. They should be the norm, not the place(s). People need to lean on each other not cold ground. The cold ground is for individuals as they end. An end for individuals not an end for individual. In and off itself.

An individual is a disease in the context of the human. An individual is a disease in the context of the human.

To sit and think about the problem is it’s amplification. Academization cannot solve what it has created. Movement solves everything. Go into the future by moving there. Let go and watch the boomerang return with tenfold the positivity as when you released it.

One year a revolution. One solstice two another.

I was not born with a tribe but will die with one… or die because of a lack of one. I make myself vulnerable to this chance and this is the only way I can leap forward.

When the light at the end goes out, all becomes a cave.

If you lose others and otherness along the way, the way necessarily becomes longer and more homogeneous. Ultimately the traveler is left in stagnant repetitive motion, and so is fascism born in the blur of the unchecked dromological, erasing forward.

The grass is greener on the side where there is grass.”

The idea of savagery was created by them—the savages who ravage with machines.

Prisoners? Slaves? It’s getting very blurred.

(As the future) So too can we only predict the past.

I trust the youth—they are unadulterated.

I don’t dysfunction because of me, I dysfunction because I lack you’s. What your lack subtracts from me and my potential.

Word is bondage.

Aphorisms for XR Movement

Keeping Extinction Rebellion From Going Extinct. A “future post”. Do you want to

4 groups-sprinters, unadulterated-youth, endurance runners, newbies. The first two I trust, the second two I do not.

Human civilization is a mass concentration camp to extinguish life on Earth—how else do you explain the human caused sixth mass extinction?

Our generation or no generation.

Santa will be out of a job—no children to hand toys to. #XRmas #WhyWeFight

If teachers really cared about the kids they would put all their fight into this Extinction struggle and not into their pensions. Teach Extinction now, or learn Extinction later.

They don’t want their kids exposed to sex, but they look the other way when they are exposed to the ultimate violence of extinction.

We are all schizophrenic—the problem is when you do not know your own voice from the fray.

When you find out that reality is real.

Shade into darkness.

And So I live…