When capitalism falls, we must fell it to a soft floor of grass and moss and shrubs and flowers.

Capitalism must fall not from a bullet to the head, but from entangling vines.

To be cushioned by the vines.

To be buried by the vines.


@gaditb your toots are blessing me today! πŸƒ β˜€οΈ πŸ™

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