Letter to the Earth First! Journal

Dear Crap in the Cranium:

The masturbatory mindcrap clogging your braincase of late is precisely why there aren't more of us two-leggeds OUT THERE defending the Wild, drawing that line of protection at the edge. You're too busy pushing dead-mushed-up-bleached-out-tree-bodies around on desks, grovelling for Pee-you crispy bill$, intellectualizing a method to the chaotic madness! Madness! plaguing Earth. The machines of death will continue to relentlessly strip, denude, rip and tear Gaia’s fabric robes, woven-web-clothing while you examine yourself in mirrors of misperception and slut to the media and mainstream "marginalizers" contemplating your appearance on camera. You'll slip and fall in those "shiny shoes" and the tie you wear will strangle your cries as the last old growth forests fall. Babylon is falling! Clothing is just for fun and warmth anyway. We're all just NAKED MUD PEOPLE ON CAMERA!

Bearass without a stitch,