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

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


Capitalism then gets to open up its dude ranch, akin to rustic manufacture, the gig economy spreads further west to prey on the drunk and disorderly. This is the highway slugs run out on, leaving us a little dizzy. You’re the 10th dude / muse..


I was wondering wha ...

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