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HAPPENINGS

IN THE WILD

MASKS!!!

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Yak mask.


Walrus mask.


Additional parts for yak and walrus.



Gerenuk mask.


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ON TACTICS

Expect delirium to flood the city!
Expect it to encroach on you from shaded alleys, from plant-choked stairways, grunting!
Expect it to trample you beneath thundering hooves, crushing your bones into the soil, feeding endless grasslands.

That is, unless:
You, yourself, spread the delirium when it arrives, like a plague.
You, yourself, are the beast grunting lowly in the shadows.
You, yourself, slough off your skin to reveal hooves, horns and tusks when the herd approaches.

We have no need or sympathy for your passivity! We need thick, furry hides. We need clawed appendages. Constant grazing.

The goal is simple: to unmoor experience from the bedraggled dock of historical time.

The tactics involve you. To clarify and reemphasize.

To reemphasize, again: You are an agent for the prehistoric. You are the secret weapon. You are an early wave in an endless tide.

Find, following: masks, posters, vast herds of mega-fauna at your disposal.

The posters, paste in public spaces, in private spaces, where they will be seen. Paste them in flocks. Paste them alone. In territorial disputes. Mating. Socializing. In their natural habitat.

The masks thicken your hide, transform ideology into instinct, allow more dimensionality for mega-faunal interaction. Wear them in public spaces, in private spaces, where you will be seen. Wear them in flocks. Alone. In territorial disputes. Mating. Socializing. In your natural habitat.

The pleistocene rises over us like a cresting wave. Further tactics are being devised. Further tactics have been devised. Further tactics are in play. Now. The grasslands need grazing.

ALL DRESSED UP

Customization is key.

ALL WHEATPASTED UP

A concerned citizen. Will these giant anteaters take over his neighborhood? And can they even be stopped?


Group dynamics.


Herding behaviors.

WHEATPASTE

Glyptodon
Chalicotherium


Giant AnteaterStellar's Sea Cow


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The Pleistocene Revolutionary's Manifesto

Accepted fact: a sustainable humanity is a fertile lie, furthering the fat humanist belief in the rigors and virtues of progress. Elevating human pursuits above the blood-soaked wonders of the earth. To them, the snorting and passive enemy, the future unfolds at our feet, like a carpet, or maybe a ribbon. Potentially, a ball of string. Or, like, say, an open road. An open door, I guess, would be apt, as well. Something open, is what I'm getting at.

But: Collapse is imminent! Progress is frailty! The future unfolds for nobody!

Too long now - humanity has acted as caustic agents of extinction!
Too long now - clawing, massive hulks dragged into the tar pits of eradication!
Too long now - have we gorged at the trough of convenient lies, of history, of sustainability, of progress!

We propose an immediate return to the pleistocene. No time to dismantle anything. We begin now, calling for a comprehensive and graphic re-wilding of megafauna, refining bio-diversity, overhauling the ecosystem.

Home to saber-tooth tigers, giant bears, mammoths only 13,000 years ago, Los Angeles is the place to begin. Standing atop Dante's Peak in Los Angeles, the Pleistocene Revolutionary sees bison stampeding down Hollywood Boulevard, hunted by a small pack of Marsupial Lions. Hippopotami drift lazily through the Silverlake reservoir. Gerenuk herd in Griffith Park, where Ancylotherium browse the trees. Mylodons placidly thin the avocado trees of Echo Park. The restoration of natural processes! The Holocene collapsing into the Pleistocene! As if the tar pits in La Brea spewed out its countless victims back into the recently populated prairies. The prehistoric spears of our starving ancestors being thrust out of their targets' hides, leaving no feast, leaving no nourished ancestors, leaving no history, leaving only the inhospitable and gentle pandemonium of an eco-system that must not cede to the demands of any one voracious, confused species. Silence, except for the sound of grazing.

Warm nights, in Los Angeles. The scent of musk ox floating out from alleys in Chinatown. The digestive grunting of Glyptodons alongside the sounds of the 101.

The tactics: simple. A full-collapse. Art and science crashing into the other. Art and science aren't even things anymore, they're the urge to mate, the urge to graze. Where once stood images, now stands beasts. Where was once your face, now is a proboscis. What was once a mob, is now a herd. Long hides sway in the wind. Hunters stalk from a distance.