Words

The Boglander

An Ocean

of Bitcoiners were parted.

Mowing. Mowing. Mowing. Cos the grass is growing. Everything is fine. Cos the Sun does shine. First published on X

Godot’s not coming.

Godot discovered Bitcoin.

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

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

An ignorant man in terms of money, I toiled, I struggled, I failed. I understood nought how evil inflation, Did

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