You speak in riddles.
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fuck off
Ripped Open By Metal Explosions
*will be
The succession seems to be more and more boring…
From visionary to financier to engineer…
Guess that’s how empires fall and kingdom collapse…
The next in line is always the one that’s more obedient…
Weaker every turn…
Eventually new visionary leaders with new empires emerge…
The old kingdoms gets defeated and absorbed…
AI & Blockchain will lead the next era…
It could be you and me.
it's only a game. deep down you know you love to play it and will keep playing because you are an addict. accept this and FUCK OFF
Sly Not Going Under
Mustard Seedin' For Jeezus
Actual Ayyy 2mo
OH CANADA FROM THE SUPERFARMER
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Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting
Lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction
He's been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough, all right
And porn speaks to it's splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
While aiming at the archetypal father
He said with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even bother?
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Those Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me what the poet's been doing
In the long grasses over time
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
On the street and the epitome of vague
Don't tell me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he gets paid, all right
If there's nothing more that you need now
The lawn cut by bare breasted women
Beach bleached towels within reach for the women
Got to make it, that'll make it by swimming
Just a good song
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I left your house this morning
About a quarter after nine
Could have been the Willie Nelson
Could have been the wine
When I left your house this morning
It was a little after nine
It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves one star at a time
Drove back to town this morning
With working on my mind
I thought of maybe quitting
I thought of leaving it behind
I went back to bed this morning
And as I'm pulling down the blind
Yeah, the sky was dull, and hypothetical
And falling one cloud at a time
losing 70 sats with a risk/reward of gaining 4 cents is infinitely worth the post
/.pay myself 1billion
I think I was drugged for that to happen. Every time I tried to sleep, I couldn't.
win
Who’s next in line? https://x.com/tim_cook/status/2094448088199078236?s=46&t=KNkpTgZIf3A2ObCUq8z2fg
lmao - much less interested in this challenge atm
will keep it in mind though