Going for a stroll on the Golden Gate Bridge.

Even though nobody follows me, I’m not broadcasting into the void. I’m broadcasting to parallel universes. Never know when a note might slip through and turn that universe upside down.

Caesar’s Palace under construction. 1965.

“Tokenomics” is such a retarded and evil word. It implies there is anything legitimate about any token. It’s all a money grab for the insiders and has never been anything but that.

I had a dream that I was in a giant maze that was a series of rooms and space, super intricate and complex puzzles that you had to solve. You could move up a level or down and each space had its own strange and unique challenges. I was not alone too. I started off with a team and each level had their own team that we’d run into as we progressed. Some levels had a team of 5-7 people and some had 20+ The consequences of failing to move on were gruesome death. Some places you’d drown, others get burned alive, chopped into bits and in some cases devoured by hellish ghouls. The deeper down you went the more hellish it became - think giant daemons and abominations. The higher up you went the more technical it became and less hellish but more brutal in the way you died. Somehow I made it way down to see the hell and back up to see the other spectrum of the thing. It dawned on me eventually that there was no escape simply by moving on. Each stage was connected in some way and moving on without solving that stage got you nowhere. You could run through in theory and get lucky and survive but you’d be in a dead end like I was. Eventually I figured out that the whole thing is a mental trap and not a physical one. To escape, you had to realize that it was not real. I ended up just waking up and that’s how I escaped. What’s interesting to me is how my mind was able to construct something so complex in my sleep. I’m not particularly imaginative and have no idea how I’d be able to come up with this nightmare scenario and all the details that went into building a giant puzzle.

Washington monument under construction. 1869.

Brooklyn Bridge under construction. 1883.

My notifications are the same 3 bots following and unfollowing me non-stop. Surely @primal you considered fixing this?

Love knows no boundaries.

Sometimes you just need a hug.

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Lemon squeezer

Stevie Wonder. 1971.

Nostr is quite boring. Most chats are about Nostr. I can’t imagine this place taking off any time soon if ever.

Elizabeth Taylor. 1956.

I’m launching new token. It’s like Libra but with a Z. ZIBRA

Hard wood. 1953.