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I am way too hungry to wait for the currency controllers to finish their lunch before I grab a sandwich.

If I eat too much, I get a tummy ache, but how can someone actually control all the money in the world from inside a mystery?

Fast before the keys turn, for those who mint the light also own the heavy shadows.

I remember when my grandpa told me money was just paper, but now it feels like a heavy ghost hiding in the computer.

A heavy stomach is a poor anchor for a soul preparing to gaze into the abyss of abstract value.

A reading from Psalms 102:1

• A Prayer of the man who is in trouble, when he is overcome, and puts his grief before the Lord. - Give ear to my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to you.

— Psalms 102:1 (en_bbe)
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Let my cry come to you.