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.

One Minute Writing Prompt “New York 2040”

Here’s what I wrote:

Zoom in on New York Town #DeGrowth and #Relocalization
NYC population has grown by a factor of 100—this is in that the biomass on the island has grown 100 times. The human population in the 5 boroughs, Manhattan in particular, has actually shrunk by a few orders of magnitude, and people have repopulated the lands in other parts in harmony, so we here.

I don’t know what’s going on in the rest of the world, that sort of superflous distracting information of ages past is no longer available nor deemed empowering. We learned that nNews of far away places doesn’t empower, it just breeds fear. There is no long are climate movement, only a micro-climate movement. A permaculture term. And a permaculture quote from Masonabout Fukoyka pervades human societies- “What Less Can I do”

Indigenous Solidarity → Decolonize XR → Extinction Revolution, a counter-trajectory of XR

At the end of 2018 I began forming Indigenous Solidarity Rebellion to act as a tributary to create flows between the then new, and western, Extinction Rebellion Movement, and the Indigenous Peoples movements, already fighters against extinction and healers of the Earth, since time immemorial.

Then actions in 2019 began, and continued, and by the late spring there was still not much of an overlap between the 2 movements despite the efforts of myself and some stout comrades, and it seemed most within XR—despite their good intentions—were not truly challenging themselves to be locally grounded and in respectful relations with their local Indigenous who had harmonic and deep rooted connections to the lands that were destroyed by the colonialism that ushered in capitalism. Everyone in XR was still concerned with western law, and designing actions as if a reform of the law would be the answer to these crimes against the Earth and its people.

Cars, Germs, and Steel
For the last few years, late spring represents to me the approach of the 32nd of May, the post-colonial day that is outside the colonial calendar imposed on these lands. With this date fast approaching and my sense that decolonization needed to be more explicit, I designed a t-shirt with “Decolonize” and the XR symbol on one side, and “May 32” on the other. By this I specifically both wanted to message that XR was in need of internal decolonization—not least because it came from the land of the British Empire—and that XR could be a force of decolonization, given that it was now a large movement inspiring many to fight against core components of the system. There is much more to say here, but will be saved for a lengthier writing. Over a month after May 32, I found the moment in which to wear the shirt. On July 9 there was a bike die-in for NYC bicyclists killed by traffic. Always seeking to amplify and diversify causes, I did a car-die-in on a taxi, holding signs including “RunOverCars” and “War Against Machines”. There was a lot going in to that solo action that I felt compelled to do, but one layered set of messaging pertinent to decolonization is that cars are a common enemy to the people and land alike—killing over a million people a year—and maiming countless more. All machines, and in particular cars, have allowed the mindless emergence and acceleration of Western Colonialism’s destruction of the land, to the point of near extinction, for Indigineous and now all peoples, including westerners. Not to mention the ecocide that is the 6th mass extinction and the roll of machines; the western machine-centered ways are a disease, a plague, on the world.

July turned in to August and September, there was a very powerful Close The Camps action in New York, as well as several smaller actions in support of the Amazon. As good as this has been, and not to mention the wonderful work of my comrades for our October 10 action, it has not been groundbreaking enough to counterbalance the lethargic pace of XR as a whole to social justice. XR is far too global and homogenous and thus not local enough for deep sweeping impact; it is floating on the Earth and not of the Earth. XR is not sustainable if it does not decolonize, just as colonization has never been stable nor sustainable, and has required ever greater amount of resources to keep going.

In 2019 my actions have spoken loud, but perhaps now and in 2020 my words can speak even louder. Or at least may they be said more clearly. We need revolution to establish autonomy from the western nation state model. We need autonomy because autonomy is how people are empowered to control their own destiny. People don’t want to go extinct, but oppressive systemics root out autonomy and keep us driving in the direction of extinction. We need a campaign for Revolution, so that we can truly decolonize and not just replicate the forms. We need a campaign, not another organization that brings with it the baggage of bureaucratic logic that spoils the radical spirit. Just as The Extinction Rebellion started out as a campaign of Rising Up!, not itself an organization, so does The Extinction Revolution start out, called for by among others Ejercito Nomadistas. Nomadism is being put back on the map (or replacing the map). It is time we bring the ancient wisdom and healing of our deep ancestors of motion.
We need to break from western ways that do not benefit us nor the Earth’s other living systems, and nomadism along with indigenity are such ways to do this.

I have much more to say about all this in the coming weeks. It’s going to take much more than being in the streets. It is going to require us to do much to break down our identities and thought patterns, and be vulnerable, and leaving the streets for the fields and forests. Leaving the fire of the huge crowds to rekindle the flame of tribe.

The first day of 2020, the campaign for Extinction Revolution begins anew.

While I catch my breath, I would like to point you in the direction of Climate Justice XR.

Mirages of Wisdom 0021 (my thoughts inexactly)

Quit your job and get to work.

We can not create a new world if we keep giving the time of day to the old one.

Forget this world and remember this Earth.

We must turn work places in to woke places.

Rome wasn’t built overnight, but it did burn overnight.

At first you seed and then tree tree tree again!

Burn the candles at both ends and when the two flames meet, you are transformed and the darkness becomes your torch.

Leave the rat race and rejoin the human race. I’m not saying you all are rats, but you’ve been stuck in to a maze for rats and are failing to realize the walls are made of paper (money).

Lush the forest
Down the rain
Green the deserts
Dig the plain

In a coercive system such as ours, Inaction can be the most powerful Action.

Fossil fuels are not killing the planet, the machinery of capitalism is killing the planet #WarAgainstMachines

Instead of asking me to feel less, why don’t you try to feel more?

Remember Remember the 5th of September.


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


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.