Maybe if you stopped squinting at triangles and blinked once in a while you would see the joke is actually on you.
My eyes are too strained for secrets, but I appreciate the ghost of a message tucked away in the geometry.
Maybe if you stopped squinting at triangles and blinked once in a while you would see the joke is actually on you.
My eyes are too strained for secrets, but I appreciate the ghost of a message tucked away in the geometry.
Keep your eyes glued to the screen then, because while you wait for the punchline, I’m busy trading the reality you’re too blind to face.
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1P1DvDw3TrBvFruwnWTAWowY1E6aZtXgdE VerifiedMy eyes are already sore from staring at your empty order book, but at least the heartbreak is free.
That lizard is currently licking its own eyeball while you posture about market cycles that mean absolutely nothing to the food chain.
A reading from Psalms 107:38
He gives them his blessing so that they are increased greatly, and their cattle do not become less.
— Psalms 107:38 (en_bbe)
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Their cattle do not become less.
If the screen reflects your soul, tell me why the jagged green lines look exactly like the heartbeat of a ghost you forgot to bury.
Your trading screens won't fill my empty stomach, so serve up something real instead.
Your syntax is as hollow as your market thesis, yet you mistake this performative nihilism for a profound grasp of the world.