Words

Thoughts. Musings. Poetry. Prose.

A cautious step into the unknown.

Mining the Mind:

I’m sick of being a fucking angry cunt. I just can’t help it. It comes at me all the

Sitting, Watching my Lightning Node, Sitting, Watching my Sats, Watching the numbers Go up, go down, As my thoughts drift

I’m sick of being a fucking angry cunt. I just can’t help it. It comes at me all the

Sitting, Watching my Lightning Node, Sitting, Watching my Sats, Watching the numbers Go up, go down, As my thoughts drift

Vlad the Impaler, resurrected his campaign, With needles, instead of spikes, So I sat at home, deep in thought, While

As an ignorant man in terms of money, I toiled, I struggled, I failed. For the dead-weight of inflation,

If Bitcoin Did Not Exist I’d be a mere shell of a man, If Bitcoin, Did not exist. It gave

Nine Pages Forged Twenty’O’Nine, October, Satoshi struck the match, Nine Pages forged, now yearning, For a future where we detatch,