premise one:  civilization is not and can never be sustainable. This is especially true for industrial civilization.

Premise two: Traditional communities do not often voluntarily give up or sell the resources on witch their community is based until their communities have been destroyed. They also do not willingly allow their land bases damaged so that other resources-gold, oil, and so on-can be extracted. It follows that those who want the resources will do what they can to destroy traditional communites.

premise three: Our way of living-industrialized civilization-is based on, requires and wuold collapse very quickly without persistant and widespread violence.

premise four: Civilization is based on a clearly defined and widely accpted yet often unarticulated hierachy. Violence done by those higher on the hierachy to those lower is nearly always invisible, that is, unnoticed. when it is noticed it is fully rationalized. Violence done by those lower on the hierarchy to those higher is unthinkable, and when it does occur it is regarded with shock, horror, and fetishization of the victims.

premise five: the proporty of those higher on the heirachy is more valuable than the lives of those below. It is acceptable of the above to increase the amount of property they control-in every day language, to make money-by destroying or take the lives of those below. this is called production. If those below damage the property of those above, those above my kill or otherwise destroy the lives of those below. this is called justice.

premise six: Civilization is not redeemable. This culture will not undergo any sort of voluntary transformation to a sane and sustainable way of living. if we do not put a halt to it, civilization will continue to immiserate the vast majory of human beings and to degrade the planet until (civilization, and probaly the planet) collapes. The effect of this degradation will continue to harm humans and nonhumans for a very long time.

premise seven: the longer we wait for civilization to crash-or the longer we wait to bring it down- the messier the crash will be, and the worse things will be for those humans and nonhumans who live during it, and for those who come after

premise eight: the needs of the natural world are more important the the needs of the economic system. (we need it, it does not need us)

premise nine: we must discuss mothods of reducing population, and current levels are unsustainable.

premise ten: the culture as a whole and most of it's memebers are insane. the culture is driven by a death urge, an ugre to destroy life.

premise eleven: from the begginning, this culture-civilization-has been a culture of occupation.

premise twelve: there are no rich people in the world, and there are no poor people. There are just people. the rich may have lots of pieces of green paper that may pretend are worth something-or their presumed riches may even be more abstract: numbers on a hard drives at banks-and the poor may not. These rich claim they own land, and the poor are often denied the right to make the same claim. A primary purpose of the police is to enforce the delusions of those with lots of pieces of green paper. those without the green papers generally buy into these delusions almost as quickly and comply as those with. These delusions carry with them extreme consequences in the real world.

premise thirteen: those in power rule by force, and the sooner we break ourselves of illusions to the contrary, the sooner at least begin to make reasonable decsions about weather, when, and how we are going to resist.

premise fourteen: from birth on we are ndividually and collectivally encultrulated to hate life, to hate the natural world, hate tyhe wild, hate women, hate children, hate our bodies, hate and fear our emotions, hate ourseleves. If we did not hate the world, we could not allow it to be destroyed before our eyes. If we did not hate ourseleves, we could not allow our homes or our bodies to be poisoned.

premise fifteen: Love does not imply pacifism.

premise sixteen: the material world is primary. this does not mean the spirit does not exist, nor that the material world is all there is. I means that spirit mixes with flesh. It means also that real world actions have real world concequeces. it means we cannot rely on Jesus, Santa Claus, The Great Mother, or even the easter bunny to get us out of this mess. It means that this mess is reall a mess, and not just a movement in God's eyebrows. It means that we have to face this mess ourselves. It means that for the time we are here on earth, the Earth is the point. It is primary. It is our home. It is everything. It is silly to think or act or be as though this world is not real and primary. It is silly and pathetic to not live our lives as though our lives are real.

premise seventeen: it is a mistake to base our decisions on weather or not actions arising from our will or won't frighten fence sitters globally.

premise eighteen: Our current sence of self is no more sustainable then our current use of energy or technology.

premise nineteen: The culture's problems lies above all in the belief that controlling and abusing the natural world is justifiable.

premise twenty: within this culture economics-not community, well being, not morals, not ethics, not justice, not life itself-drives social decisions

Antigang sun of death,
Life would flourish in a transparent globe,
If it wasn't for you.
Look how the nightengale doesn't sing anymore.

Antigang you are neighborhood guys,
Stop drinking tears from the people's eyes.
Master Midnight and Cemetery* ask you to have mercy,
The little birds have no tears left any more.

Antigang you are black African men too.
God's sun shines on you.
There should be no slaves any more!
Now there's no more cord left to tie up our bellies when we cry.
Life turns into hell for us,
Hell turns into paradise for you.

Antigang takes a little cocaine,
To lose it's conscience and morals,
In that hour it becomes King Lucifer,
In the house of the Iron Rose**,
What you hear is all the families screaming.

Antigang the butterfly doesn't carry news down here anymore.
The butterfly is in prison because it's news is the truth,
One day she'll be freed, news lovers will hear the news,
The truth will spread, and then all the victims will have justice.

Antigang how many little birds ribcages have you squashed already?
How many zombi souls have you already hidden in your strongbox?
The rain will fall, it will carry salt, the zombis will taste it and wake up!
The flood will come down,
And they will say Antigang, behold your reward...

1994 eleven years of crisis

consumption,
stainless steal appetites.
primadonna, out front and back here.
steam vent, searing dish heat,
makes the machine move.

fire and fish,
that's all they seem to want,
apart from more, now, and faster.

sixhours sixmintutes and sixseconds
can be summed up in dollars, but not expense.

the hum of a compressor vibrates my back
just enough to remind me of the sore muscles stretched underneath.
i inhale just enough nicotine to get me through,
the ache of another fifteen hour day.

staring up six flights of apartments
surrounded by rats, garbage disguised as progressive recycling,
and the guts of by simple estimate thirty six carcasses,
there is a couple fucking, safe and undisturbed by what's going on
in the alley below them.

they make more mouths to feed,
they're making more to consume,
they're oblivious.

breaking glass,
a strew of obscenities in portuguese i don't understand,
the cigarette arcs and ignites a small pool of collected liqueur.

only the thought of the whole place burning down, and jes linger in my head till close.

/close.

back online did i miss anything?

edit: i missed absolutely nothing.
please ignore.

jealous?
you should be.
i was, but only briefly till i realized, they were my friends.
gallons of free liquor aside, or lamentations of real people broken hearted.

they've built spaces only you could dream about typing here,
but despite the people i miss (you've already been told) my tribe has never been bigger.

while we may scatter, we won't be alone.
if you have more people on your friends list then your could have spent time with tonight,
it's time to rethink what your doing,

i envy no one tonight.
but i relate to them all.

if you are in ottawa this eve,
and have plans,
cancel them,

come to spooky tuesday,
cause jes and I would like to say good bye.

your  absence will be taken as a personal slight, and we'll cry.

actually we don't wanna see none of you fuckers no more that's why we're leavin, so stay home so i can convince jes it sucks and we can come home and play fairy princess panty dress up, with jes playing the role of the under the covers cop.

Purity is the opposite of integrity—the cruelest thing you can do to a person is make her ashamed of her own complexity. The stories of our lives have no morals.
Any single conclusion drawn would be false; the episodes, taken together, are untranslatable, incomparable.

create your own myths,
the myths of others is only entertainment

celebrate your victories,
not your enslavements.

be concerned with how you consume, and less with what.

( don't read what's under here, it will take you too long, and there are a couple of big words, please move on to the next person on your friendslist, i'm sure they have some cute sound bite about who your fucking or are <EM>just tired of it all again so please read their new journal cause it's new and exciting.</EM> )

or you can click the cut and read the same old shit i've been trying to make you read but with less art fag shit and more introspect-stolen-and-placed-back-into-this-format-so-it-looks-like-these-are-my-ideas-shit.


 

while making out with Kissinger's oil slick mouth,
it became obvious to me that Zhao and Qian were addicted.
"only Nixon could go to China"

but only Kissinger could make them consume.
"Power is the greatest aphrodisiac."
ask Unical, base the fire gold, hard pipeline dick.
(president of Afghanistan is an ex-Unical employee, now Drug Czar for the CIA)
speaking for rocks and fellows.

Amodeus
Pegusus
Watchtower
new/old/here/there/now/then.

path through the clothed women
one day they hope the men will bleed.

in Gold Oil and Drugs we trust.

all i can think of is a quote from the cannibals
eat our own,
eternity all at once.

swim little fishy swim
crawl little fishy crawl
build little fishy build.
die little fishy die.