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Thursday 1 week ago
Thought Word Action Align all three and you can move mountains.
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Thursday 1 week ago
If you took money directly from coinkite to promote their faulty devices you should give back every such penny to the victims. You may keep the rest. This is your golden ticket to escape karma on this matter. Have a blessed day!
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Thursday 1 week ago
Every room is an antechamber. It's antechambers all the way up.
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Thursday 1 week ago
Gm Listening to Dua Lipa and Elton John... Cold card 🐸
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Thursday 1 week ago
This event potentially buys us years of stacking opportunities. Toxicity towards influencers will skyrocket. Of course, if the victims aren't compensated for the damage. 1,128 bitcoin to wash away the sins of a very bad practice is very cheap considering the alternative. We shall see how this hand is played.
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Thursday 1 week ago
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. William Shakespeare [Fragment from 'As You Like it']
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Thursday 1 week ago
Ok let's see how the bitcoin educators are doing now. Don't forget to hit that like button. You know the algorithms are suppressing our valuable content so you better share this with your love ones or else. This episode was powered by the ccp.
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Thursday 1 week ago
All the drama happening in and around bitcoin is the price you pay for the later gratification. It's gonna be so yuuuge.