Feeling drained? Move your body. Walk, squat, do pushups, lift weights, jog. Anything counts.
Exercise triggers endorphin release, increases cerebral blood flow, and elevates dopamine and serotonin within minutes. Your brain fog clears because oxygen delivery to neurons jumps. Your prefrontal cortex lights up. Mitochondria in muscle cells signal your brain to wake up. This isn’t motivational talk, it’s biochemistry.
Your body is built for movement, and it rewards you immediately when you use it.
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Persistent provocateur of deliberate thought | Advocate for radical individual sovereignty | Occasional composer | Reformed Christian
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The conversation itself is the thing. You connect with remarkable people on Nostr and find yourself in those rare, substantive exchanges that feel both timeless and immediate. Within minutes, there’s a familiarity that typically takes years to build. You’re tackling big ideas together, wrestling with the world’s challenges, and it feels genuinely productive rather than performative.
What makes it special is the accessibility. This isn’t something you need permission for or have to wait to experience. It’s simply there, waiting for you to engage. The encouragement is real. The intellectual stimulation is real. The sense of building something meaningful alongside people who care is real.
That’s what makes mornings on Nostr different. Gm Nostr. ☕️ #coffeechain #Nostr
Let’s go! 🤙
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Just have some fun with your music. This one is called, “Gods Don’t Bleed”
Trigger all SIM servers (SIM Farms) at once, push out text floods at extreme rates, and the targeted network becomes useless.
Phones cannot call. Texts do not send. Data stops. Emergency services become unreachable.
When centralized networks fail, proximity becomes infrastructure. Bitchat is a clue. @jack
Trust collapsed not because people lie more, but because the internet made forgetting impossible, turning human inconsistency into permanent evidence.
Weak convictions means weak hands, and weak hands drop everything.
By hand or by digital ultrasonic cleaner?


The phrase “American Dream” was never meant to describe a shared reality. It was a narrative. A useful one.
For a small class of elites, it functioned as an actual dream. Asset ownership, political leverage, generational insulation from risk, rules for thee but not for me. etc. etc.
For everyone else, it became something closer to a nightmare we’re taught to normalize. Endless labor framed as opportunity. Debt reframed as freedom. Instability sold as hustle.
What makes it effective is not that it’s false, but that it’s asymmetrical. The rules do not apply evenly. The dream works beautifully for those who design it, and just well enough for a rotating minority to keep the rest believing it might be their turn next.
Most people aren’t failing the American Dream. They’re waking up inside someone else’s.
We are waking up to this nightmare, and it was far worse than we imagined. Praise God for Nostr and the people who use it.
The truth is likely the most dangerous weapon on the planet today. Not because truth itself causes harm, but because in an age of manufactured consensus and algorithmic reality tunnels, a single verifiable fact can collapse entire edifices of power built on convenient fictions. Those who control the narrative fear nothing more than the uncontrollable contagion of what actually happened.
When we encourage and build one another up, we all benefit and the people and world become a better place. The rising tide lifts all boats, but only if we stop drilling holes in each other’s hulls. Choose to grow today. For yourself, your family and for the good of those around you.
Gm Nostr.
You’ve been knocked down. Beaten. Spit out. The only question that matters is are you going to get back up?
Champions rise one more time than they fall.
“Get Back Up” - out now.


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They can’t own a mind awake