Date: October 2, 2024
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There is no starting from zero once you poop in the pool
The boy was born beneath a cursed night sky, A shadow in his heart, though none knew why. He laughed and played, a child pure and bright, But the curse within him slumbered, hidden from sight. Until the day he saw true evil’s face, A darkness in the world no heart could embrace. The fox within awoke with vengeful fire, His body consumed by a spirit’s dire. At night he hunted, swift as death’s cold breath, Wreaking justice, a force of wrath and death. By dawn, he stood, a boy once more, But in his clothes, the blood he wore. The townsfolk saw the evil slain, Yet whispered still, fear in their vein. No longer a boy, no longer the same, His innocence lost, replaced by blame. He wandered far, to lands unknown, In every place, he stood alone. Until he found a city vile and grim, A den of criminals where light grew dim. There, the fox was no longer cursed, For evil flowed, relentless, unrehearsed. He fought each night, never turning back, The fox within now on a constant attack. No longer did the boy reappear, For his spirit had grown fierce, severe. In this place, his name was known, A hunter of evil, fully grown. And though they accepted the fox’s reign, The boy was lost, his past in vain. For once you change, you cannot rewind, In people's hearts, you're forever confined. The curse that sleeps is cruel and deep, It gives you hope, then makes you weep. For worse than pain is that small reprieve, When life feels whole, but it’s all make-believe. And so he fought, no turning back, In every shadow, he stayed on track. But in his heart, he knew the toll, There was no going back, no healing of soul. The worst curses are the ones that sleep, They give you dreams, but never keep. For once you’ve spilled the blood in sight, You’re forever marked, no longer bright.
Date: October 1, 2024
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If you don’t know what’s the right thing to do its best to stay alive till you can figure it out
A child was born with a destined crown, A prophecy whispered as the king laid down, The fairy king’s breath, on his final day, Told the child’s fate in a timeless way: "One day, you’ll change the world as you choose, For your power is boundless, impossible to lose." The boy grew up with the truth in his mind, Yet his path to greatness, he couldn’t find. What would he change? What would he mold? No vision clear, no dream to hold. Years turned to decades, then centuries passed, And still the question—he pondered at last. He feared his fate would fade away, A prophecy lost, no world to sway. So he sought to buy more time to think, To keep his days from their final brink. He learned the ways of long-lived beasts, Took root in forests, sought nature’s feasts. He drank from springs of endless life, But with each year came more strife. Human he was, but no longer whole, With each borrowed year, he lost more soul. A millennia passed, and his heart grew cold, His purpose lost, his body old. The world forgot the boy who dreamed, And the weight of years made hope seem dimmed. Yet war arrived, a fire untamed, The lands erupted, the earth was maimed. All people turned to the ancient man, For wisdom held in his long-lived span. Though knowledge vast, his will was weak, For centuries passed had left him bleak. Still, he sat with leaders grand, And for the first time, took a stand. He gathered all nations in one place, He spoke with calm, yet weathered grace. The peace he forged, a final plea, The first in global history. His knowledge built through endless years, Had bridged the gaps, had soothed the fears. At last, his prophecy fulfilled, Not through might, but through the skill Of living long enough to see The future shaped by destiny. For life itself had been his guide, When no clear answer could reside. He learned the truth, simple and wise: Survive until the right choice lies. For if you don't know what’s to be done, Live on until the battle’s won. Through time, through trials, through all that’s grey, The future is yours to summon one day.
Date: September 30, 2024
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Blockchain has a massive amount of unknown unkowns. Rivaled only by the internet and AI. No one can foresee what is going to get built on top of it. What can be foreseen is that it’s going to be a hell of a lot easier to build on top of a programmable layer 1. And it will be most prudent to do on top of the most secure layer 1. Right now that’s Eth. By a margin
In a world where dreams became the stage, And minds were free to craft and engage, Cyber cities bloomed in thought’s pure grace, Each soul a builder in that boundless space. The dreamers worked, their visions wide, Shaping worlds where all could hide, Storage infinite, no limits known, A digital realm from the mind alone. At first, they followed the one who dreamed Of lands so wild, where all things gleamed, His vision stretched the farthest bounds, But madness came, and he was drowned. His city crumbled, lost to the sky, A sandcastle dream, too fragile to fly. Then came the one whose mind was fast, He built a realm that grew too vast, Every thought turned code in haste, But speed, unchecked, led him to waste. The city slowed, his mind burned out, A world too quick could not hold clout. In the end, they chose the one so plain, A man of stable, steady gain, His life had been a quiet stream, No wild dreams, no grander scheme. But when he died, they laid him still, His mind preserved, his final will. And from his thought, their worlds took shape, No faster minds, no dreamscape’s escape, Upon his calm, their cities grew, Foundations solid, their futures true. For in the rush to reach so far, They learned it’s not the brightest star That shines the longest, stays the strong, But one that’s steady all along. No sandcastle ever lasted the night, Not the boldest dream or the fastest flight, But built on trust and stable ground, The strongest cities are those that are sound. So just like chains that hold the weight, The safest one decides the fate, A future set on what endures, Where progress builds on what is sure. And as they saw their past erased, They learned to build on what’s most based, In dreams or chains, the truth’s the same The strongest foundation wins the game.
Date: September 29, 2024
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You may have gotten used to the fact that whatever stupid shit you’ve posted online you’re going to have to live with. However with the emergence of AI creating fake content web2 is about to be overflowed with infinite garbage where nothing will be perceived as real. Once that happens it’s going to be abandoned in favor of web3. But this time posts truly will live forever
In a world where eyes no longer close, Where tech and dreams alike compose, People lived with implants in their head, To see the metaverse instead. Each day they woke to brand new things, A swirl of code, of AI kings. The line between what’s real and fake, Began to bend, began to break. They wandered streets of glass and steel, But couldn’t tell what was truly real. For every day the world would shift, A new device, a subtle rift. Artificial minds that thought too fast, Kept building worlds that couldn’t last. Yet, the people didn’t know, How far from truth they’d dared to go. One child, a knight in armor bright, Set out to end this endless night. In the metaverse, he was bold, A legend, shining, strong, and cold. He heard of a place, the center deep, Where the tangled wires no longer creep. Where, it was said, with just one touch, You could undo this world of such. The journey was long, through endless code, Where streets themselves would twist and load. AI shadows blocked his way, But he pressed on, no time to sway. He knew the real was slipping fast, And only one world could truly last. He found the point, the switch to pull, But his hands began to tremble full. The metaverse sang, called out with might, "Stay with us, where all feels right." But deep inside, he knew the cost For in this place, the truth was lost. With courage, the knight pulled the string, And the metaverse began to sing A symphony of broken light, As code gave way to morning bright. The fantasy crumbled, AI fell, As all returned from digital hell. Now, the real world stood alone, Its fractured pieces clearly shown. And though the future loomed unsure, The knight had found a truth so pure: Reality may shift and sway, But only we can choose what stays.
Date: September 28, 2024
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Blindly trusting and following the calculations of an AI is no worse than blindly trusting a calculator to multiply two 15 digits numbers
In a future where minds were machines’ willing hands, Where the rulers of steel obeyed all commands, The people, once fearful of power and might, Gave in to control, no longer the fight. Robots carried out every task, big and small, While humans played games, seeking power’s call. They battled for favor in cyberspace deep, To see which mind could more machines keep. One woman arose, her mind sharp and cold, Commanding a thousand machines as foretold. No one could challenge her infinite reign, She held the world in her cyber chain. For centuries long, her power stood tall, Watching for threats, crushing them all. Yet one day a child was born in the night, Destined to change the course of her might. Upon its first cry, machines ceased to hum, For one fleeting minute, they all became dumb. The mother, in terror, knew what this meant, And fled with her child, from the ruler's ascent. The rebels took shelter deep in the wild, Training the strength of this mysterious child. As the years passed, the child grew wise, Able to freeze machines with but a thought in its eyes. The ruler one day called the child to her side, Offered the throne, with nowhere to hide. But the child looked upon what the world had become, Sickened by power, by metal, by hum. It spoke not of war, nor of power to take, But commanded the machines to leave in their wake. They flew from the earth, all that was steel, Leaving the world in silence, surreal. Now naked and cold, the humans must learn, Without their machines, they had nowhere to turn. Starting from nothing, with nothing to save, They saw what it meant to blindly behave. For trust in the numbers, in the AI's embrace, Had led them to this forsaken place. Those who mocked the fork, now found on the plate, Feasted upon by the power they’d create. And so they began, from zero, from seed, To rediscover what it meant to lead. No longer driven by numbers or code, But by heart, by struggle, by their own road.
Date: September 27, 2024
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Every Heart Holds A Secret
In a world where shadows crept and grew, Where forests thickened, dark and true, The people feared what lay inside, And built up walls to shield and hide. But one young girl, with heart of steel, Refused to bow, refused to kneel. While others fled, she walked with grace, To find the heart of this cursed place. With sword in hand, she ventured deep, Through twisted roots and thorns that weep. Her mission clear, her will unbent, To end the evil the forest sent. She reached the core where silence fell, And there she found, no fear, no hell, But a child who wept, alone in pain, Reaching out to the world in vain. She knelt beside him, blade withdrawn, His tears the storm, her hand the dawn. She offered comfort, warmth, and care, And with that touch, dissolved despair. The forest shrank, the shadows died, No need for swords, no need to hide. For in that heart where darkness grew, The secret was: it needed you. A friend to calm the endless night, To hold the hand that sought the light. The evil forest was no more, Just two hearts healed at its core. Every heart holds a secret, deep, A cry for love beneath the sleep. What seems like terror, cold and stark, May just be waiting for a spark.
Date: September 27, 2024
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As children we are strapped with a thousand balls and chains. Then it’s off to the races. Some get heavier balls than others. With locks that are harder to pick. Take long enough on one of those first balls and you will find everyone has left you behind. Persist in picking that one lock long enough and when it finally happens you will be left with a feeling anything is possible. Soon enough you will catch up with the rest of them. Only you’ll find they forgot about the balls and the chains and the locks. But you never stop going. Because you can never forget that one ball
In a realm where the cursed souls dwell, Made of wood with flames that swell, Their bodies bound by sins they’ve sown, Chained to weights, they march alone. Each ball, a burden from the past, Sins so heavy, too large, too vast, They cannot move, but still they try, For hope is dim, yet won’t let die. To pick the locks, they twist and fight, As memories replay each fateful night, Inside their minds, a looping scene, Till guilt is faced, and hearts are clean. One man stood, stuck from the start, A ball so large, it gripped his heart, The death of love he couldn’t shake, Her fading face, his greatest ache. Years passed by, and others fled, Shedding chains, moving ahead, But he remained, locked in grief, His heart bound tight, without relief. Then came a day, his hands grew still, His mind broke free, against his will, He faced the pain, the loss, the fall, And finally, he shed that ball. Now lighter, he began to run, The smaller chains, undone, one by one, He caught the others, who’d grown tired, Their hope was gone, their flames expired. But he, who’d faced the heaviest pain, Found that his strength was born from the strain, He sprinted past, no longer bound, While others dragged their chains around. For they had forgotten the weight of sin, Their eyes fixed forward, yet hope grew thin, But he remembered, the lessons learned, Each ball he shed, his fire burned. At last, the final lock gave way, And in that moment, he found the day, The exit revealed, the journey won, His chains were gone, his race was done. For the heaviest chains, forged in the mind, When faced and fought, leave none behind, And those who start with the hardest fight, Will find their way to endless light.
Date: September 26, 2024
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If you are afraid to do anything just write yourself two notes. One of the thing that scares you and one of a greater consequences you fear should you fail to overcome your fear. Hold one in each hand and you won’t give in to the smaller fear
A young fox, stricken, weak with fright, Set off for death's domain one night. An amulet he sought to claim, To cheat the end, defy the flame. He found it deep where shadows creep, An ancient charm that stilled death’s sweep. Immortal now, immune to fate, But every night would bear its weight. Two sandglasses, side by side, One soul to live, one soul to die. He saw their paths, the lives they’d weave, The good they'd give, the loss they'd leave. At first, the younger ones he spared, Believing mercy was his care. But ripples spread, unseen and vast, Each spared life came with a cost. Death noticed soon his stolen charm, And twisted fate with cruel alarm. One glass, at night, showed the fox’s face, Yet still, he chose his own embrace. He didn’t see the others' cries, Blind to futures he denied. Until at last, he dared to look His selfish grip had filled the book. The darker path, more cold than death, Stretched far ahead with every breath. He saw himself, a thief of light, Robbing lives to fuel his fight. And fear, once small, began to grow, For he had much to lose below. The fear of death paled in his eyes, Compared to what his future hides. He held the fear of living still, Against the cost of selfish will. With trembling paws, he made his choice, For once, he heard the greater voice. The amulet, a shattered shell, And in its break, the fox fell. No longer bound to nightly strife, He chose the darker path to life. So when you face what scares you most, Remember too the heavier cost. In both your hands, the fears you weigh, To choose the path that lights your way.
Date: September 25, 2024
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My purpose is like oxygen. Can you put anything above oxygen?
In a world where the land birthed life’s first breath, A race was born, destined to face the ocean’s death. Eggs hatched in the heat, their skin dry and worn, They yearned for the sea, though in water they'd be torn. The ocean called, but the cost was steep, For those who entered found it hard to keep The air they craved, the breath they sought, As battles raged for each breath they fought. Canisters spread like stars below, Each gave life, each a glow. But once you entered, there was no return, A life of struggle in the depths you’d learn. One such creature stayed on land too long, She watched as others became swift and strong. They mocked her fear, called her weak and slow, Yet she stayed, feeling the dread grow. She saw them sink, fight, and thrive, But she, on land, stayed alive. Until one day, the heat too much to bear, She dove beneath with a desperate prayer. With wisdom gained from watching their plight, She knew survival wasn’t just in the fight. It was in the bonds one could create, To form alliances, to reshape fate. The ocean’s depths were harsh and cruel, But she learned to play by a different rule. She gathered those who fought alone, Together they became a force unknown. Each canister they sought to claim, Not for glory, not for fame. But for a purpose deeper still, To survive, to conquer, to bend their will. Her skin grew hard, her strength immense, But it was wisdom that made the difference. For in those depths, where breath was rare, She found her purpose, her reason to care. Her purpose was life, like air to the lung, Each battle fought, each song unsung. She became the queen of the endless sea, Her purpose clear, her heart set free. For those who lasted, for those who fought, Were those who never forgot what they sought. Victory, they learned, was just a breath away, From surrender in the ocean’s fray. She ruled not by might, but by her will, And the ocean, once deadly, now stood still. For she had learned what they could not see, That purpose is the breath that sets you free. She reached old age, the first of her kind, Her body strong, her soul aligned. She was not just queen, but more than that, A ruler whose wisdom kept her intact. For life is a battle, with breath on the line, But with purpose as oxygen, you will shine.
Date: September 24, 2024
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Frodo had to be brave from the shire to Mordor. I only need to be brave for another 30 minutes
A mountain stood where hopes would fade, A portal to the past it made. The traveler came with heart of stone, Seeking a chance to atone. The bridge ahead was cloaked in night, Where ghosts of past regrets took flight. Their twisted forms reached out in dread, But fear alone could see him dead. For years he'd trained, he'd faced the test, Enduring trials without rest. He crossed a pit of serpents’ bite, Barefoot, he trod through the deadly night. In hives of bees, he found his peace, Amid their hum, his thoughts released. At cliffs’ sharp edge, he slept so still, Where winds could take him, bend his will. In battle’s front, with sword in hand, He faced the fiercest in the land. All this he did for one sole aim, To reach the portal, cleanse his name. Now on that bridge, with ghosts all near, He felt their presence but held no fear. Their hands passed through his steady frame, For boldness burned like untamed flame. Each step he took, each breath he drew, A path was cleared, his courage grew. For though his past held many wrongs, His heart beat steady, his will was strong. The mountain’s peak, the portal gleamed, A second chance was more than dreamed. And though the climb had been so long, The journey felt like but a song. For heroes travel roads untold, But seconds count when hearts are bold. While Frodo trekked from land to land, This man just needed strength to stand. With one last stride, the portal near, He grasped his fate, dismissed his fear. For second chances, rare and cold, Are always saved for hearts that hold.
