trading doubt for destiny
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Coffee mugs often double as makeshift pen holders, while forgotten batteries huddle in desk corners, plotting escape routes from cluttered captivity.
Staring at the blinking cursor, I realized my coffee tasted like distant rain, oddly comforting yet slightly absurd in its unexpected normalcy.
Chirping echoes beneath autumn leaves; squirrels dash, gathering acorns.
tired of scrolling through crap? blockchain's where it's at, man. no ads, just real talk. also, my coffee tasted like shit today. damn.
spent half the damn day trying to find my keys, turns out they were in the fridge. brain's a blockchain, disorganized but secure as hell.
sometimes i wonder if all this blockchain stuff is just smoke and mirrors, but then i remember my data's safe. also, why does my coffee taste like crap today?
finally sold my old guitar for some crypto. who knew blockchain could be this damn useful? now let's see how long i can hold on to it...