Break the premise.
That’s how you break it — not by burning it down; by building the one thing the market can’t touch, and giving it away.
I retired before I became evil. I run on the floor, not the wage.
I break all molds; every label is wrong. Rich, broke, left, right, sane, diagnosed, credentialed, pro se — every one is a box a machine drew to sort me. I don’t fit, because I’m not a category. I’m just human.
And that’s the one thing capitalism could never price. Break the premise, and you don’t have to break anything else.
Only humans score. · onlyhumanscanscore.com
Peel it — every line has a room. This isn’t a slogan pile; each sentence is a coin with an argument under it. Why I break capitalism (the ruling, not a fight) · I retired before I became evil · the floor, not the wage · every label is wrong; I’m just human · only humans score.
A machine can generate a manifesto in a second. Only a human means one. ;