Do you want to be a part of a world of sleeping people?

Welcome to CrimethInc Far South, a messy collective of anarchist activists, radical autonomists, peoples' poets and surrealist saboteurs of the banal complacency of everyday life.

Positioned against the tyranny of the modern world, where desire is normalised into consumption and beauty is crushed underfoot as fodder for the empty cycles of grey hegemonists, our aim is wakefulness. Our enemy is dreamless sleep.

Revolutions happen to prevent the revolutionary becoming of all people in all places.

We don't want you to join our revolution. Certainly, we think revolution is necessary; mass revolt against the most insidious loci of power, capitalism and the state, but so too must we each rise up against the fascisms that exist in our own minds and hearts, igniting a million tiny revolutions with bombs not just of gunpowder but also of truth and beauty.

If we struggle long and hard enough against all the oppression in the world and in our heads, and if we do it joyously, together, then one day soon we may reach that secret place that continues to call us home. Already, we can catch glimpses of it - in the whistled tune of a crazy homeless drunk, in a hand-painted poster on the back wall of a public toilet, or tied with pink ribbon to a brick as it travels in slow motion across a barricade and through the window of a bank.

Who do you want us to be?

If you're cynical enough, if your hope has been distorted into bitter ironic distance, then perhaps this seems a bit jejune or corny. You may already even have a picture in your head of who we are; angsty middle-class youth with authority issues and a penchant for contrariness for its own sake. But we are more. We are a 15-year old sweatshop worker hiding poetry in the pockets of jeans and we are a group of poor children in the Congo playing soccer into the twilight with a ball held together by only the fiercest love. We are tired IT professionals secretly amassing bookmarks that have nothing to do with our jobs. We sleep in the branches of trees and we deliver manifestos from storm drains and office blocks.

We are the last of the silverback mountain gorillas and we are learning to fight back!

Fall in love.

So what are you waiting for? Come celebrate revolution with us. The more you do it, the easier it becomes. The more we stand together, the higher the water rises to wash away the dirt and grime and vacant nothingness on the walls of this illusion to reveal the message beneath.

Do you remember this message you hid?

Do you want to be a part of a world of sleeping people?