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.

(Uh, this is kinda subtooting @cocoron 's last post. But. like. in a "yes and" jumping-off way, not in a "you're wrong" way.)
(Just so as to not have unexplicit subtoots, and all.)

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Sunbeam City 🌻

Sunbeam City is a anticapitalist, antifascist solarpunk instance that is run collectively.