from Scenes from the Atlanta Forest
On a warm late winter night we went on a walk to one of our favorite post industrial wildernesses and discovered that it was being assaulted by monsters of steel and rubber. Disgusted, we returned with bleach, poured it into the tanks of a machine, stole a box of tools, and vanished into the night.
We send solidarity and complicity to the forest defenders in Atlanta behind bars and among the trees
RIP to Tortuguita
Fuck a Cellicon Valley
-Tortuguita Revenge Gang