The Anarchist Survivalist

Howdy and welcome to my neocities page. I'd offer you lemonade, but I don't think it's possible to transfer that stuff over the internet.

Think of this site as like a zine written by a madman with a strong disdain for authority and obsession with self sustainability. Hopefully you can learn something practical from this, or at the very least have a good laugh.

This beast is extremely under construction, by the by.

Angry thy heart, O People! And its bleeding Fire-tipped with rising hate! Thy clasped hands part, O People, For thy praying Warmed not the desolate! God did not hear thy moan: Now it is swelling To a great drowning cry; A dark wind-cloud, a groan, Now backward veering From that deaf sky!

The tide flows in, the wind roars from the depths, The whirled-White sand heaps with the foam-white waves; Thundering the sea rolls o’er its shell-crunched wall!

Strong is thy rage, O People, In its fury Hurling thy tyrants down! Thow metest wage, O People. Very swiftly, Now that thy hate is grown: Thy time at last is come; Thou heapest anguish, Where thou thyself wert bare! No longer to thy dumb. God clasped and kneeling. Thou answerest thine own prayer.

-The Hurricane, Voltairine de Cleyre