Sunday, November 2, 2014

beach bunny constellation

we can't outrun the flood


seeing stars

the climate wars

culture of crisis economy

divest in war

habit at

hope-change

i'll try to rewrite the encryptions

we can't rely on a party. it's our time to rise. turn the tide against big oil, big army.

la resistance

la ultima thule

the sea peeled back the fence i struggled to remove

lords of all we survey

meine tickl

mister with a vase on his head

holy all powerful motherfrackers

oh, fuck.

pardon me

patience, we'll win the next election

rabbit people over prophets

ramparts

refreshing fawn water

sea grass stars

secretary of offense, haha,  bigger longer uncut

sense of hopelessness in the system understated

sentinalmental scuttles

sighs and po-temps

sins and potent hates

tell me why you gotta be that way, never mind it

the gods are naughty

indigenous histories of tidal peoples

this land is not yours nor your mineral rights

they created a war culture up in it

horizontal vertical perpendicular expansion and off with the heads of your mountains and blast up your fundaments babies. daddies warbuck

we'll find the strength in what remains and spender in the gas

the colonizer and the colonized engaged in an encounter for this scheme to work there can be no freedom

flush wetland grave of the green billion airs

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