The mind is a beautiful tool of late capitalism (the unwitting effect and cause).



Capitalism stands at the American curb, a whiff of more aroma
waiting, eyes unblinking.

( Or one could seek documentation, semblance, something Swiss..

 From now on the mind is Switzerland, ok? Two eyes
belong everywhere, you’re breathing into everywhere. ) 

Capitalism thus gets to give up its dude ranch, akin to rustic factories, a way further west to prey on the drunk and disorderly. This is the highway the slug runs out on, leaving us a little dizzy. You’re the 10th dude / muse..


I was wondering what the ... 

The mind just kind of sits there. It wants to be best
friends. It’s saved us burgers.