Money as Coercion, Food as Liberation (towards an articulation)

It’s 2022, and money is still with us… money is still against us. If only it were, still.

I thought it’d be good for me to define what I feel money is at this current historical moment, though I doubt it’s rarely, if ever, strayed far from being this: money is a device to exercise coercion. The more of it is offered to you in exchange, the more likely you will do something out of your natural inclination, or the more of it you will do as the degree of money increases. Things you wouldn’t have otherwise done, but money matches the distaste for the activity/labor/giving up of a possession for a certain quantity of money, and so you are coerced through this medium that we’ve allowed to veil what is really going on. The genealogy of money and that money is not transhistorical, but was created/furthered/imposed by a certain group on larger groups of people is exactly why some people have it/create more of it, and why some people are on the other end. Ultimately if you don’t comply or enough of you have banded together and not complied with money’s intrusion into your time and freedom, you have been the target of military force/propaganda that has forced you and the land you dwell on, dead or alive, to become part of the swollen empire that has money as one of its basic systems of circulation, along with energy that also maintains the empire from atrophying back to a non-globalized natural setting.

Where my thinking was coming from that lead me to talk about this? I was thinking of talking and sharing “What is food sovereignty” since it’s a term myself and several others have used a lot in these recent years, and something we’ve thought about fighting for, so it is sensible to have some sort of grasp of what it is. But all along trying to imagine an articulation of it and the fact that something so basic hasn’t been widely articulated or available, told me how bad the private property-ification of the world was and is and continues to be, and so I thought a clearer explanation of what the problem is, other than just “green pieces of paper/digital bits/property deeds/laws/governance” but to unpack a little of how it all functions to coerce us into doing things that are out of what we’d do otherwise.

*I feel I’m writing too much and discussing this too much in a way that a British teacher would applaud, so I’m going to do my best to check that and not let the cold calculating ways of speaking take over; I am a human writing this, a human very much feeling the weight of an oppressive system coming down to some degree on me and witnessing to a horrific degree the weight and burden coming down on others who are further away from food sovereignty, for example. Just had to say that, my long break from writing and I realize my voice has changed and the OCD very much inherent in me is trying to be okay to sound off without a huge time contribution and any editions.

**The war against the world, aka the euphemism climate change, has me doing things I wouldn’t otherwise do, as I see total ecosystem collapse looming and the 6th mass extinction becoming total extinction, but these are things I accept as real challenges and I want to heal the land… I’d want to heal the land even if there was no longer term doom that’d come from leaving it broken/destroyed the way I found it. This feels a lot more compelling to call on my time and effort than a vague, unexplained manifestation of quantified value in the terms of money, a network that seems to favor certain people and disfavor many others. The living in me sees the non-living in the money, whereas the living in me sees the death in ecosystem collapse. Death is something that feels natural to deal with, money just feels unnatural and so dealing with is not part of my promised animal experience, and I’m going to do my best to avoid it as one should avoid walking into a stagnant mosquito and alligator loaded swamp. Ademas…

Food sovereignty as a right, is the way I’m angling to posit this, and so access to food SHOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ACCESS TO MONEY. The monetization of almost all things on and below the Earth’s surface now⁠—the cancer that we’ve seen spread, to put monetary figures on both meta-imaginary nominal values of money in financial hedge spreads, to money quantifying every living thing and every part of every living thing, totally stepping over and basic rights to life those currently-living, future-in-question-living entities are once the economy gets a hold of them and rips them into money-ified exchangeable bits⁠, the monetization of all this—has pushed access to food, just like access to shelter, out of reach for many, both those who choose to refuse and even those humans who try to comply with the money system but get caught up in wars against their people, get injured and are limited to work, and the vacillations of an unreliable economy and distribution of money. Money will never be fair, it can only be a fare. Money can’t solve money, just as cancer can’t solve cancer. Only a reclaiming of the land and all things that money has touched and divided into exchangeable bits, only this can heal the versatile wounds put on the land and people. Food sovereignty is one such angle. It is one of a few basic things that resonates with people: a right to have food and not have that access be threatened by any force for whatever reason. Food sovereignty rights, like all rights, are a push against money, to push money out of a certain space, namely that of access to food⁠—real food, not food desert new food⁠—which also entails a right to access land/water, because all food comes from these places, historically and arguably in the future, once present obsessions with technological solutions are shown to be nothing but offsets of energy/nutrients acquired from the land and redistributed and packaged in ephemeral availabilities (Tech food solutions are akin to EROI –> technologies that create food are still dependent on the original source and do not add anything novel other than temporary distribution of food in, perhaps, urban environs or other equally hostile environs, i.e. Anarctica). Humans have a right to be on the land, to access land that is healthy enough to sustain them. Humans evolved because of this relation never being challenged. And now that is challenged, for several millenia in certain places and now on a world-wide scale, evidence that it is being challenged and that millions of humans are dying of it all the time is in the history of many wars and conflicts, especially surrounding European history but it is not limited there. Food sovereignty is up against a fence. It is time to both challenge the fence’s existence and step away from it so that our food vines may grow on the fences remains, and we may access the land without something always against our back, like money, pushing us, suffocating us, confusing our values. Money is the ad absurdum, and we need to flee it’s deadly cancerous logic. Onwards to freedom! Being with Food!!

Newtrality starts with Zone Zero (you)

I don’t know when I wrote that poem “Unsettled“, or why, but upon seeing it now, I like it 🙂

And the reason I came on here, this mid-day, within a Lunar Cycle of the Capriconic Solstice, was to write. Yes I Came On To Write, (before seeing that draft, and there are more drafts, but for editing/sharing later!!) To Hold A Space For Myself To Remember Moments When I Felt And Saw Who I Am, Clearly and felt in connection with the deep, vital neutrality, that unhindered direct connection with the larger Universe. I haven’t had much clarity lately, I’ve been trying to swim in rough seas created by myself, and our hierarchical society and it’s inabilities to meet our needs. I’m drowning in that trauma, for a while now, and I’m reaching the point where I need to throw it all up, and clear my throat, and all chakras for that matter. I need healing, but let it be known that healing is already begun.

I’m not going to make a list here in this moment of the aforementioned times of clarity–I have enough clarity right now to know that isn’t what I am in need of. What I need must take place far more internally than these written words, than lists, than identity; what I need is already taking place internally, and I feel my heart strengthening, bringing me protection to be who I am and why I am. I’ve gotten glimpses into this many times in the past, not just visions, but enduring feelings and guiding energy. I know it was real, I know it is real. It doesn’t come and go; it is eye who I’ve been coming and going, looking in places I knew were wrong…

The right path starts with me, my healing starts with me. And I can and will do all this as I wade through this waning daylight. I have love and light within, that comes from sources more ancient than I, and I embrace this, I embrace myself, simultaneously ancient and new. I love myself now and forever, and why wouldn’t I? I am a localist, a community person, and there’s nothing more local, more immediately able for me to help, than myself. In permaculture terms I must focus on Zone Zero. You (as I) are the Universe you’ve been searching for, you can be the a well of vitality at any point, a center among many centers, so to speak. How do you think it is that the whirling dervish do not dizzy? Because they are their own planet, their own galaxy, and they are free from impositions, from bad relations in those moments. They are spinning into self-control, in healthy balanced relationship with those that they’d not waste the energy trying to control. They are energetic beings that exist in harmony with their surroundings, rather than being above or below them in disharmonic relationships of harm. They are their own zone zero, and you have this potential within you, too, and no one can take that away from you, only yourself. But why would you ever take that away from yourself…? It’s because you dwell in forgetfulness, as I usually have, as has become common for all of us. It is an unnecessarily dangerous place to dwell, you will disappear yourself there. Leave! Flee in the blink of your eyes’ opening! Be immediately patient!

And so I take it as an obligation to mention, for there is such a drive I’ve felt stronger than anything, to honor the new generations, the 7 generations, the generations. They enter our space and they have the newtrality, the uncorrupted wisdom. They are what we need to devote our time and attention to, so that they are rightfully our leaders, not forced to be our miseducated followers. We need to listen to them and support them however they say they need it. We dare not impose anything on them, or make them servants of this dis-eased society. The children are the clearest message of balance, of neutrality, of strength. Let’s not sap them, our saplings. Let’s honor them as they deserve, and as we need. The greatest wisdom is to realize that it dwells the strongest in the children.

Amor tod@s, I will return to reread this, these moments of clarity amidst a barren desert of dry fog. THE FORESTS WILL RETURN! The false fog will lift, dissipate, dissolve.

LphorismZ & May Day Earth

The journey ahead is back to the human. The magic is in the wandering not the wand. #EjercitoNomadistas

Pages sit, but this story is walking. Books sit, but the learning is talking.

Don’t blame 2020—blame the vision (the lack of vision). We don’t want a do-over—we want what is overdue.

Chasing memories is to run in slow motion while the present speeds away…

Still breathing still breeding—not all is lost.

All out revolution for there is no time, all out revolution or there is no time. When the hour is late, create a new day

Build the forests underground. Give a proper burial to organic matter a proper burial instead of

Treeroots not grassroots—the movement event gets that wrong.

The walls to keep diseases out are the very walls that keep them in.

White Privilege, an unpacking of a nuanced term. white privilege is an unfortunate term that is the 21st century means by which the left will stay divided. The concept of White Privilege nuances the reality: black, brown, and indigenous dis-privilege. To say that white skinned people are privileged because they are not dis-privileged as others are is fraught with problems. The capitalist system should not be credited with privileging anyone. Capitalism has put every single human in a precarious situation, not just by our existential crisis of looming late stage planetary death, but so too because of our fragmented human relations, the amount of plastics in all of our bodies, the number of auto-immune diseases running rampant, and so many other elements… no demographic of humans whether they are grouped by skin color, gender, age, locale, sexuality, is immune to some of its members being hit with these issues, and others in that family and possibly community thus affected to some degree too. It’s not untrue—some of us don’t have to fear for our lives on a daily basis due to our skin color. That is not being debated. But are white people really privileged because they are not being attacked? Are the unjust legal systems, including the police, so hopelessly normalized that we think not being targeted by the police is somehow the enviable end-goal? To the obfuscation and veiling of the real goals we should have first and forefront: abolishing the police and the oppressive state apparatuses. And to focus on material possessions as an indicator of privilege—material possessions is how the oppressive capitalist system measures wealth and status, but are we that oppressed to adopt these metrics for our own analysis of the system? Are we really ready to let capitalism divide and conquer us further, in this particularly insidious way? On to a material consequence of the constructed concept (instead of the faux versa vice main stream posit) “white privilege”: the users and promoters of the term who are some BBI communities and many leftist allies, are actually alienating themselves from material resources from the subset of white people who would otherwise be sympathetic and material allies to fighting were the term instead what is really at play “black, brown, and Indigenous dis-privilege”. People are far more likely to see and be moved to action by the true injustice done to others, than to react in a helpful manner when they themselves are said to be the problem by their very existence and skin color, most especially because it’s the reality that there is dis-privilege at play, not privilege.

Notes and partial thoughts:

June is extinction month and so we say May Day Earth. Maya calendar returning.

Focus on my fight, not on my white. Don’t be blinded by what you see. We need to reinvigorate the unpacking racism and I’m sure I still have much to learn, but I think we all do and the largest victims of systemic racism aren’t necessarily free of racism, let’s say.

 

I don’t like guns—but I like bullets in my enemies. Something Che would say.

Lphorisms WorLd Play

If we live in a world where humans are paid to keep the peace⁠—they can be paid to keep the war.

Carbon is the victim, not the symptom nor the disease. What the fuck do you think the life that is going extinct is made out of? Let’s not demonize carbon. It’s metals above ground that we must be wary of. #LiberationOfMetals

Laws are the relinquishment of vigilance.

We must choose⁠—is this the end of the world or the end of a world. Evolution is a bigger change than extinction. We’ve been going extinct for thousands of years. The inertia towards that trajectory is immense, and so to create

The problem right now is that we think we will bounce forward but what we really need to do is bounce back—Aisenma.

Most choose to turn friends into frenemies instead of enemies into corpses.

Lyme disease is a saboteur that rallies different parts of our bodies to be out of harmony with other parts. So, too, different flora ecologies are convinced to be obstinate.

#WarUnfair

The danger that comes with giving a term to something to de-invisibilize it, is that you risk obfuscating the phenomenon and locking it into an incorrect understanding. Better to feel than to think.

Eat plants, eight plants.

#LackFriday

What we need are shades in a world of oppressive systems that cast binary shadows. Reduced to reduction. Be difference—cast shade not shadows.

I write aphorisms so I don’t waste my time and other’s in full books. How selfish it is that there are people who write page upon countless page to entrap the minds of others. Lawyers are the worst kind of writers, for they write countless pages to intentional entrap, ensnare, and frustrate others in to compliance with their rigid religious code of “law”.

Eat the nearest to home, leave the forests alone.

A person at large, a people at larger.

Plato you fuck, we’ve been blinded by the supposed great light you spoke of. We have a need to return to the cave of feeling.

Different Form Posting:

World play not word play. Live in the words or live in the world. #FuckBooks

Humans are Fish that can’t see that we are out of the water.

Lphorisms G

Leave trees in the ground, or we will find ourselves there. Leave trees in the ground, or else. No Justice, No Trees.

If we live in a world where people need to be paid to keep the peace⁠—they can be paid to keep the war.

I enjoy the smell of books far more than the look of them. Life is short and books are long.

When no one is left to bury us.

We don’t see any borders, do you? [picture of the Earth]

Politicians will ultimately always get in the way of our rebellions. Cut them out of our movement or our movement will cut ourselves away from the people.

🏴🏴 We wave these flags at night to brighten our way. If you won’t let us dream, then we won’t let you sleep.

People say I’m throwing my life away, I say my parents, grandparents, great grandparents… threw my life away. Now we wade through their garbage, hoping to come out okay.

And we were running and fighting, fighting and running, just like our ancestors had done. Without giving up, without surrendering, without being defeated.

The capacity for anguish is vast.

God bless the Godless.

Religion is the misunderstanding of the magical qualities the Universe bestows on all of us to varying degrees.

How about less talk of Jesus and more walk of Jesus.

Castles in the sky cast great shadows on we who dwell on the lands below them. To hell with your heavenly afterlife.

The fate of the system that should be⁠—and the existence of the false one that should not⁠—breeds in some of us a sleeplessness. We fight on, and we must dream on while we are awake when we are robbed of said sleep.

Be sure to not fall in to the same isms that you attack your enemies of.

We are Earth erupting, or we are its ashes.

Thy who chews the wrong green, becomes their own enemy—machine.

Validate their fears and not their desires.

Perhaps I overuse the word system, but it’s nothing compared to how much the system overuses us.

Dreams are an active space in which we have been conditioned to remain passive. #ReclaimDreams

Fragment of a song: Nothing ever changes, that’s why it’s called nothing, your spirit will soar, if to the eagles you sing. If we do not wander we will remain lost; If we do not wander we will remain Lost; If we do not wander we will remain lost; If we do not wander we will remain lost.

On your birthday give presence to yourself.

I prophesize that the judgment days are here: not judgement of our pasts, but of what we judge to do, now that we have the knowledge, the truth—what will we do now?

If you don’t have the energy to do anything this winter, then literally don’t do anything! The finite Earth doesn’t have energy for us. #WinterStrike #DegrowthDecember2019

Response to a question prompt: Getting my needs/food from the lands that I walk upon. Not the lands of other people, other animals, other ecosystems that shouldn’t be made to serve my needs way over here. As a settler/nomadist I feel it’s important for me to stop this inter-generational idea that other places than where I currently exist should be subservient to meeting my needs. Global capitalism is a disease, and if I can be in community that focuses locally we can start to heal ourselves and the lands that give us life.

May 32, May Gusta.

We don’t die—we live or we go extinct. #ExtinctionRevolution

Revolution is what the situation calls for. Anything less is a dishonor to it, and the extinction of the species.

All species are immortal until they go extinct.

Flaws in the brain create flaws in the terrain.

We call it like we see it, and we don’t see no fucking borders.

Don’t confuse slowing the violent system down with slowing yourself down in your efforts to correct it. We must speed up to head off the disease and to slow it down. We cannot take it easy and expect a good outcome. It is full on Luddite-ism to think that you can slow down.

Most anti-capitalists are not revolutionaries, they might say they are but they make the common mistake of thinking ideologies reserved for the mental space somehow will translate into active realization of revolution in the world generally. They fail to understand their ideology, and that their understanding is prevented from realization by the very system they hope to productively oppose.

Forests put out fires.

Humans we haven’t found ourselves yet—wander more! #ÈjércitoNomadistas

You might be a little busy for a Rave on J31x2? What about the cops?

Little Apple In The Big Apple, then became rescuing Little Apple from the Big Apple.

The tag of revolution many put on themselves is easily cut by the scissors of reality. Revolution must go deeper than the skin and the garbs which suffocate it from breathing.

You are here to fight this war or you are here to die from it. Alternatively, if you are not here to fight this war, then you are here to die from it.

Give fascists big enough cuffs and they’ll arrest the Earth. Those cuffs are named capitalism.

Before you can fully fight for the forests you must allow yourself to be planted there.

Lphorisms Z and random comments

When you really understand guerilla warfare, no one will know that you really understand guerilla warfare.

Urban densification is one of the worst artificial creators of scarcity mentality. Cities are the most intense invasion of our species and do not lead to the efficiencies that people dream of when we conceptualize of packing ourselves in the way we speak of packing sardines in. All that happens is a lesson of pure miseducation, where our conceputalization of ourselves on this Earth gets further distorted and replicates on, or produces in hideous inversion a different category of cancer on other, non-urbanized lands. Lands that are perpetually shit on are overfed just as lands that are never shit on are starved. Deserts of sand and deserts of concrete, with not a healthy jungle in between. This is end-state disease; this is extinction.

Seize the means of production? Destroy the means of production save the land. Factories are not for occupying but for de-occupying.

There’s not something wrong with me, there’s something wrong with the world we grew up in.

Identities didn’t roam the free and open land in the age of our ancestors, no. They are the festering acne on the surface of a deeply damaged modern landscape, known only in this age—the last age. The last age, for none will follow, extinction will lead, and the species left to bleed. Capitalism late stage bringing about the last age.

?ArtistA¿ Internally consistent, syncopated, outwardly questioning the destructive rhythms, with the proactive creation of new ones.

The decolonization is of physical structures built by humans, less so humans themselves. Human centrism is itself the product of colonialism. Decolonization must be about fighting for that which has been truly silenced and othered, which are the ecosystems, the land. Sovereign Peoples freely associating with that which is non-peopled but yet significant and more deeply oppressed by colonializing mindsets.

Elites call it a mistake. It’s a crime motherfucker! (in response to something Biden said was a mistake, back in February)

What we don’t pay in felonies we pay in fatalities. Risk felonies or risk fatalities. Better their felonies than our fatalities. #BreakThatShit #BreakTheirSystem

#FuckTheControl #FuckTheCourts #FreeTheCommunities #FuckTheirControl #FuckTheCameras #FuckThisCapitalism #FuckToweringColonialism #FuckTheCities

At the times, ephemeral or consistent, when Extinction Rebellion becomes more conservative politically than ecologically, we must practice #ExtinctionRebellionDistancing and be sure our vision is not steered away from Revolution.

It is a tragedy that the word tragedy has come to exist across our language.

Justice: A Thought. Just us, a bad thought.

The strongest fighters are lovers first.

Gentrifiers are those that move to a land and support economies and lifestyles that were not native to the people that were born in the land. Those that come and rent from landlords that are not of the community⁠⁠—but are themselves gentrifying pathway creators⁠—are gentrifiers. Gentrification is a fistula that sucks away resources from those who were more in harmony with the area, and so if your actions are supporting the fistula in any shape or form, and not the healing and resetting of it, then you are partaking in gentrification. Decent politics do not unmake this economic reality and this physical displacement and distortion of resources that one creates in an area when they choose to gentrify. Gentrification is a choice, a choice that imposes force and lack of choice on others.

Human extinction and human caused extinction has already been happening because of the system⁠—what do you call genocide? We have too many known historical examples and nothing has been done by the governments of the world. We need a revolution to overthrow the system.

Accelerate at the evil, and only at the evil. Your wake will be the waking, and the others will then balance you, positively slow-down as they also strengthen-up your vector. By the time you reach the evil all you will need to do is stare, and it will cower and blink and disappear. Let your speed be the only sword against the ecocidal, and let the rumor of it’s coming be the only blow. For then the wind makes a great turning into a gentle breeze, one that turns on the ecocidal into eco-regeneratives.

On A12, whether it’s April 12 or August 12, or any other fucking day spring-summer-fall, we are on the eve of a huge planting or a huge perishing. The time of hiding our needs and desires in the night is over. We move forward in broad daylight as the human race, and we find our roots and we plant them, or we bury ourselves. Do the work! Seed the future to see the future.

The Comradification of Late Capitalist cultural icons continues with Scrooge McDuck. Coming soon! Ahead of the May 32nd strike. Everyone is welcome on to our arc to get the fuck out of this decades-in-the-making dystopia. Comrade Britney thanks for getting this boat floating during corona time. Comrade spongebob is obviously down with the cause, up with the arc.

Hypocrites are those that speak of distributive justice from the towers of urbania that they chose to abode in, for they have no sense of the justice in distributing themselves harmoniously across the land. Whether it’s concentrating wealth in to the hands of the few, or concentrating bodies into the lands of the many, there is very much going to a problem of justice growing.

 

Lphorisms L

The disease is the symptom, and the system is a disease.

March of the People. #MarchAprilMayJuneJulyAugust https://www.facebook.com/events/1084203915280267/

March 32, no joke, no rent.

Departing Of Justice.

No cough zones no cop zones.

It’s not a matter of time—it’s a matter of timing. Time is as likely to fold as it is to unfold. Falsity is created when the backwards moves forwards.

The only efforts that amount to any are for the pile of kindling. They are ready to burn and will, it’s just a matter of timing.

To decolonize is deconcretize.

I must study ecosystems and sustainability, so my children can inherit something other than death and extinction.

Extinction, when all is sad and done.

The stability of our surroundings makes us fall apart.

There is nothing more grounding than planting a tree. Autonomously planting a tree both grounding and groundbreaking.

Stems against systems.

To possess is to be empty.

See you in our streets
Seed you in our gardens
Scene you in our play
Seem you but you’re me

There are two types of fascists—fascists, and the reactionaries against them. Whether both of these are fascists or the fascist-ized is an open question. What we are witnessing now, in the world of social distancing, is a broadly distributed fascism: there is a vulnerability to conditionability made evident in the rapidity to obedience; secondly there is a general homogenization of ourselves in the visual-sphere, as the wearing of masks naturally de-humanizes ourselves in face (literally) of the other, and the other to us. Masks are far less complex than faces, and far more prone to stereotyped beliefs entering. Covering up with masks doesn’t liberate us from individuality, it strips us of our humanity with an objectified homogeneity. Perhaps wearing them keeps us safe, but it also puts us in danger.

Is it jumping ship or jumping land?

Yesterday was blursday and so is tomorrow.

The 13th tornado, rapid cycling🌪

The war to remain Karlos.

Towards Writing Words That Are Worth A Thousand Words (Lphorisms, Subverbs)

Subverses are words worth a thousand words, not words that birth a thousand words. A lengthy apology of the notion of short writings, subverses, humming birds. Lenghty enough, unfinished… Here is the enough:

I once wrote that quotes are words [that are] worth a thousand words. Words that deserve being uttered more than once, and are potent enough that they need not be. Words filled with paradox and purpose—and repurpose!—subverbs and subverses at their best, culture jarring and culture jamming. Words worth committing to a picture, as memes, or even words worth a thousand pictures: emotion pictures. Paradigm cracking and paradigm creating, these words are three to four orders of magnitude greater than the comparably empty string of drivel that circulates as our numbing agent; the common words that serve to delocalize and disempower us—the plastic kites that in these sonically windy times blow and immobilize us to be nothing other than droplets wetting another’s wave—speakers that were already spoken for. Subverses and their ancestors are quite different, for they are difference. To cross-pollinate from permacultura conceptualizing—subverbs and their kin are words that are heavily stacked with deep and seamless ecosystem functionality, and they create their own edge in deserts of homogenization. They have great use value in our perilous times, but also a timelessness that will seed them through to future times, a future that will carry along all who attach to their kernel of enduring wisdom that expresses in the manifold appearances and languages that quotes are shaped in to. They are polyculturous. They see us through, as they are torches that keep us burning. Our imperiled species wants to continue on and to sing on, and as we are now faced with revolution or extinction, quotes are our fucking mating call when the the end of our breath draws near. Be not long winded—be deep rooting; and so beware of being past tensed.

Lphorisms In Other Words (my thoughts inexActly)

To stay in one place is to stay lost.

We nomadistas must be parsimonious both in deed and in the words we carry.

Why L? Why the L not? LZGEWV JMQRFNYAT BHX DUP KOS I Ñ C

Most would rather turn friends in to frenemies than enemies in to corpses.

Laws are a vandalism on the soul of humanity. #DelegitimateTheState #FuckTheCourts #FuckTheControl #FreeTheCommunities

What we don’t risk in felonies we risk in fatalities.

The vulnerability of conditionability is readily apparent during this time of crisis.

Find ways to pay less money and make less money. Remove yourself from the bad karma chain of money. It’s not enough to pay less money—it is too much!

To decolonize is to tear down idols—no history is better than a false history. Forget not the history of history, created by an ancient Greek westerner in the service of propagating westernism.

To count the days is to discount those days.

Governments are into power, not people.

Banality Is The Evil.

We appear to be at our most creative because we’ve incredibly dumbed down the environment with which we interact. We stand out on the lands we’ve flattened out. The root cause living on as the classes of symptoms die out.

It is a delusion and paradox to think large cities can be lived in locally. Cling to each other and not a destroyed piece of land.

Dreams are pregnant with the future.

I don’t have to be alive to do the work that I’m doing.

Let this flag be our light 🏴

If you can’t see a way, seed a way.

I once wrote that quotes are words [that are] worth a thousand words. Words that deserve being uttered more than once, and are potent enough that they need not be. Words filled with paradox and purpose—and repurpose!—subverbs and subverses at their best, culture jarring and culture jamming. Words worth committing to a picture, as memes, or even words worth a thousand pictures: emotion pictures. Paradigm cracking and paradigm creating, these words are three to four orders of magnitude greater than the comparably empty string of drivel that circulates as our numbing agent; the common words that serve to delocalize and disempower us—the plastic kites that in these sonically windy times blow and immobilize us to be nothing other than droplets wetting another’s wave—speakers that were already spoken for. Subverses and their ancestors are quite different, for they are difference. To cross-pollinate from permaculture conceptualizing—subverbs and their kin are words that are heavily stacked with deep and seamless ecosystem functionality, and they create their own edge in deserts of homogenization. They have great use value in our perilous times, but also a timelessness that will seed them through to future times, a future that will carry along all who attach to their kernel of enduring wisdom that expresses in the manifold appearances and languages that quotes are shaped in to. They are polyculturous. They see us through, as they are torches that keep us burning. Our imperiled species wants to continue on and to sing on, and as we are now faced with revolution or extinction, quotes are our fucking mating call when the the end of our breath draws near. Be not long winded—be deep rooting; and so beware of being past tensed.