Thoughts. Musings. Poetry. Prose.
A cautious step into the unknown.
The Hodlers hunker down and prepare the Good Ship Satoshi for the precious breeze. The winds of fortune are coming to take them to the promised land.
Sitting, Watching my Node, Sitting, Watching my Sats, Watching the numbers Go up, go down, And my thoughts drift to
Vlad the Impaler, resurrected his campaign, With needles, instead of spikes, I sat at home, deep in thought, Some others