Round of applause for a fiatish facades another generation of humanity lost in the devilish printed sauce. That man is not your boss lost your soul that is the cost stackin sats the salads tossed.
If you can't see bitcoin your egos too fat, stuck in the race; like a greedy lab rat. Time and energy is worthless they say, the ones who can't look in the mirror and at the same time say I'm gay.