/biz/ - Business & Finance

I met a traveler from an antique land, who said shouldn't you be holding LINK right now?
Fresh FIAT resting in my coinbase wallet, editing Bay dotted with half realized memes a folder filled with pepes, and in a /biz/ thread these words appear:

My name is Stinky Linky, god of kings, look on coingecko check the LINK price and despair.
And yet I sat there long past the witching hour, letting time slip away minute by minute.
No purchase being made with the specter of the singularity looming ever closer.
So why, why do I continue to fall again and again and again for these literally pointless shitcoins?
I tell myself that it's the vague notion of a 10x that compels me.
That some meaning awaits me at the top of the pump and dump, knowing full well this coin has no such thing.
The numbers, the memes in of themselves, they compel me to continue devoid of any true meaning, but distracting me from the task I know awaits me, when I step back to reality.
'Woop there goes gravity; A procrastinator to the core, the fear begins to swell - have I left myself enough time to buy in, have I doomed my chance of a suicide stack? -
No need to think about that. The exhaustion of the past weeks is too much to permit it and the next shitcoin is only a few clicks away, a few more ETH a couple transactions and it will be mine.
And then the hole inside, the burning need for making it will be filled.
Of course I know this is a lie, but even after admitting this, there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.
This confession has meant nothing.
I have no LINK and I must buy.

>>21820578
I met a traveler from an antique land, who said shouldn't you be holding LINK right now?
Fresh FIAT resting in my coinbase wallet, editing Bay dotted with half realized memes a folder filled with pepes, and in a /biz/ thread these words appear:

My name is Stinky Linky, god of kings, look on coingecko check the LINK price and despair.
And yet I sat there long past the witching hour, letting time slip away minute by minute.
No purchase being made with the specter of the singularity looming ever closer.
So why, why do I continue to fall again and again and again for these literally pointless shitcoins?
I tell myself that it's the vague notion of a 10x that compels me.
That some meaning awaits me at the top of the pump and dump, knowing full well this coin has no such thing.
The numbers, the memes in of themselves, they compel me to continue devoid of any true meaning, but distracting me from the task I know awaits me, when I step back to reality.
'Woop there goes gravity; A procrastinator to the core, the fear begins to swell - have I left myself enough time to buy in, have I doomed my chance of a suicide stack? -
No need to think about that. The exhaustion of the past weeks is too much to permit it and the next shitcoin is only a few clicks away, a few more ETH a couple transactions and it will be mine.
And then the hole inside, the burning need for making it will be filled.
Of course I know this is a lie, but even after admitting this, there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.
This confession has meant nothing.
I have no LINK and I must buy.

>>21802110
nah I aint even in fucking med school yet

I met a traveler from an antique land, who said shouldn't you be holding LINK right now?
Fresh FIAT resting in my coinbase wallet, editing Bay dotted with half realized memes a folder filled with pepes, and in a /biz/ thread these words appear:

My name is Stinky Linky, god of kings, look on coingecko check the LINK price and despair.
And yet I sat there long past the witching hour, letting time slip away minute by minute.
No purchase being made with the specter of the singularity looming ever closer.
So why, why do I continue to fall again and again and again for these literally pointless shitcoins?
I tell myself that it's the vague notion of a 10x that compels me.
That some meaning awaits me at the top of the pump and dump, knowing full well this coin has no such thing.
The numbers, the memes in of themselves, they compel me to continue devoid of any true meaning, but distracting me from the task I know awaits me, when I step back to reality.
'Woop there goes gravity; A procrastinator to the core, the fear begins to swell - have I left myself enough time to buy in, have I doomed my chance of a suicide stack? -
No need to think about that. The exhaustion of the past weeks is too much to permit it and the next shitcoin is only a few clicks away, a few more ETH a couple transactions and it will be mine.
And then the hole inside, the burning need for making it will be filled.
Of course I know this is a lie, but even after admitting this, there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.
This confession has meant nothing.
I have no LINK and I must buy.

I met a traveler from an antique land, who said shouldn't you be holding LINK right now?
Fresh FIAT resting in my coinbase wallet, editing Bay dotted with half realized memes a folder filled with pepes, and in a /biz/ thread these words appear:

My name is Stinky Linky, god of kings, look on coingecko check the LINK price and despair.
And yet I sat there long past the witching hour, letting time slip away minute by minute.
No purchase being made with the specter of the singularity looming ever closer.
So why, why do I continue to fall again and again and again for these literally pointless shitcoins?
I tell myself that it's the vague notion of a 10x that compels me.
That some meaning awaits me at the top of the pump and dump, knowing full well this coin has no such thing.
The numbers, the memes in of themselves, they compel me to continue devoid of any true meaning, but distracting me from the task I know awaits me, when I step back to reality.
'Woop there goes gravity; A procrastinator to the core, the fear begins to swell - have I left myself enough time to buy in, have I doomed my chance of a suicide stack? -
No need to think about that. The exhaustion of the past weeks is too much to permit it and the next shitcoin is only a few clicks away, a few more ETH a couple transactions and it will be mine.
And then the hole inside, the burning need for making it will be filled.
Of course I know this is a lie, but even after admitting this, there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.
This confession has meant nothing.
I have no LINK and I must buy.