Red eyes. Red candles. Fed up.
Everyone in Bikini Bottom is throwing a party. Balloons, confetti, green candles for somebody else. One of us is standing in the middle of it with a vein in his eye. That one is you.
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Not a roadmap. A description of your last four years, drawn in cartoon form and priced on a bonding curve.
Confetti in the water. Somebody's bag is up four hundred percent and they will not stop posting the screenshot. You are in the same photograph, front and center, and it is not your photograph.
A man walks up to a microphone and quietly removes a digit from your portfolio. It is on the calendar. You know the exact minute. You watch it live anyway, every single time.
It has been there since November 2021. It does not respond to breathing exercises, cold plunges, touching grass, or a fourth consecutive cycle of hopium. It is a permanent resident now.
There is no cure for this. There is only a ticker.
Calibrated against one thousand hours of staring at a chart at three in the morning. Drag it. Find yourself.
Every single creature in this town got the memo. The balloons went up, the boombox came out, the pineapple is glowing. You checked your wallet and closed the app.
No vesting theatre, no advisor tier, no twelve wallet team allocation with a nice name. The joke is the product and the product ships on day one.
If you have done this before, you already know. If you have not, it takes about six minutes and one small amount of regret.
Phantom or any wallet you already trust. Write the seed phrase on paper and never type it anywhere again.
Send over the amount you can watch go to zero while keeping a completely neutral facial expression.
Copy the address from the top of this page. Not from a reply, not from a DM, not from a fifty follower account that says gm.
Confirm the trade, then change your avatar. The avatar is the actual utility. Everything else is optional.
Every FOMC day, we post the face.
That is it. That is the strategy.
