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Title: Prolle Stroll Author: Anonymous Date: March 29, 2010 Language: en Source: Retrieved on 11/8/2020 from http://web.archive.org/web/20120529055157/http://www.anarchistnews.org/?q=node/10960
Tonight was the night we fought. Nothing could stop us. We are proles on
our stroll. Fighting our conditions. we are workers-in-combat. Rent
signs, kicked. Garbage, in the street. The moment we drank John Zerzans
cum was the same moment-in-time that we became human again. We are the
barbarians at the gates of capitalist hell. Destroying the world again
and again.
The forms-of-life that make possible the transformation of everything
took the streets once again tonight. Tonight was our night. The night we
doing being like always. The totality of our existance became nothing
more than a moneky on our collective backs as proles, which we threw off
like bottles broken in front of the precinct. Tonight was a prole
stroll. Its the new form by which we destroy the world as it is. Nothing
will stop a crew of 60 something proles on their stroll. Nothing can get
me higher than the rush of kicking a fucking rent sign underneath a
stupid truck. Communism prevailed once again. We share the feeling of
riot with our neighbors whom joyfully joined in as we went besererk. The
ghost of lenin showed his face as he warned: "Don't fuck with time". The
proles on their strol only respond with, "we detroy time like eggs under
out collective boots".
We swing on the monkey bars of bio-politics, and thus make it irelevant,
like pizza (social contruct). We got the phone call, "Agamben and
Heidegger and are rioting in the park and need solidarity". We respond
like hawks on a hunt. Vultures looking for cracks in the moral fabrics
of society to rip and tear at. We arrive. We destroy. We prole it the
fuck up. We move past our Species-being and finally achieve
Species-Blingin, at least for a couple hours. The cops arrive, they are
destroyed. They are nothing and they can do nothing when proles begin to
stroll. In our everyday lives, we walk, we run, we talk, we buy, but we
are too afraid to stroll. This was different. To stroll is to achieve
your Species-Blingin and negate Crimethinc. When we negate crimethinc,
we negate our being-as-such. We Stroll and chant "time is crimethinc"
and "communism for cougars", and "green capitalism is for sissies".
Garbage lay in our wake as good citizens yell and try to argue. They
recieve nothing more than the gift of our violence. We kcik them in the
hats. They fall hard. We take the hats. They try to be Lenin. Try again.
Fucker. We desire nothing more thn the proliferation of infoshops and
then their destructoin. We build them and then destroy them like our
stupid lives. We build we build we build, and then we burn burn burn.
Crimethinc is our conditions. We must negate it as such. Tonight we felt
the reality of the war-machine channel through our arms and legs as we
pushed dumpsters onto the sidewalks and streets, stopping the flow of
stupidity and commodaties. Druken frat boyz cant walk down this sidewalk
without having to walk around a flaming dumpster or two. Same with
trucks and cars. Feel our wrath. People remark "sweet black eye bitch"
which we respond to with black eyes to them.
We are the most prole of animals, humans. We will sick our mind dogs on
cops and local stores alike. And while bossy f. emails amazon.com, we
roam the street looking for trouble and garbage to throw in the street.
This is all we desire. Mo' Garbagio. Add some matches, and you got rev.
solidarity. We realized that our collective forms-of-life cannot create
a real challenge to what capitalism offers(beef jerky), but that we can
at least throw garbage in the street some more which is a whole lot of
fun.
Identity politics is not a molitov cocktail. It is the opposite, a empty
milk jug. We are not looking for some stupid jug to fill with water. We
want more garbage. Keep throwin shit away proles. Dont get tricked. We
dont need empty jugs. We need the prole cocktail (you know!). Work
never. Garbage always. Love it love it.
Love,
Proles on da strollz