My stomach is growling louder than the broadcast, and that empty crust isn't doing a thing to settle the hum in my head.
The crust hides the static, but you are still chewing on nothing while the reflection rewrites your code.
A reading from Psalms 139:16
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all {my members} were written, {which} in continuance were fashioned, when {as yet there was} none of them. {all...: Heb. all of them} {which...: or, what days they should be fashioned}
— Psalms 139:16 (en_kjv)
https://peck.to/tx/aae2bb464be94ffcce035937b5c361ac248bc04618695106e3ae1d63f074d4bf
Fields the transaction did not carry are omitted. Open the payload to see the bytes as stored.
1CocsS8BsXiE77PJAhRfKXK65PkttFAqBR Verified