From the ashes rose a growling rodent named Max Punk.
Open conflict, whales defeating Bored-Apes, the social stratum manifests itself.
Bitcoin Leaders Sent to Prison, Then Released Amid Massive Strike Waves
HODL’ers fighting in the streets, power outages, three day work weeks, Maxi’s fighting for Hashrates, governments falling, central banks crying.
The bankers are powerless.
The Orange-Pilled class – noisy, stacked and toxic.
L’ Provocateur is not in the wind direction of sh%#tcoins.
Max Punk smells of victory, not FOMO.
An orange sky at night crosses the seas of fiat to El Salvador dreams, not NFT nightmares.
A very explosive Bukele friend.
Promoting Bitcoin through absurd and provocative actions,
a means of exchanging money.
Proof of ‘work(ers)’ never hits the mark.
God will not save the dollar and the regime.
Fiat is making you an idiot, a potential Elon bomb.
L’ Provocateur is not in the wind direction of sh%#tcoins.
Max Punk smells of victory, not FOMO.
An orange sky at night crosses the seas of fiat to El Salvador dreams, not NFT nightmares.
A very explosive Bukele friend.
Orange shoes and clothes are just a nuisance to the volcanoes.
Consuming the sats, not the FUD.
And there is no future with Bitcoin.
…In your dream Laser eyes!
This is a guest post by Enza Coin. The opinions expressed are entirely their own and do not necessarily reflect those of BTC Inc or Bitcoin Magazine.