I’d hitch that.

Die Gedichte des Geldes Alles begann mit einem einfachen Tausch. Ich will dies, und du hast jenes. Entwickelte sich in schnellem Rausch, Zu: "Du gibst mir Scheine und ich geb dir Penis." Doch es bleibt eine Sache, die ich nicht kapier: Warum tauschen wir knappe Zeit, gegen buntes Papier? Kein Wunder, dass gerade die Welt untergeht, wenn keiner etwas vom Gelde versteht. Der Schein trügt. Der Politiker lügt. Der Vater rügt. Aber wenig genügt. Lieber frei und arm, Statt reich und gefangen. Die Zeit der Banken in Bälde vergangen. Sobald du erkennst, dass du hast die Wahl: Frei, global und dezentral. Oder Kaputt, Korrupt und ausgedruckt. #939.020

Week 151 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Back in da hood, I was accompanied by my friend Alex, who enriched the action with meditation and ecstatic dance sessions. Bringing peace and love to the pedestrian zone and putting smiles on peoples faces. Today’s sign was an acronym for Euros which roughly translates to: 🪧"Simple-Minded, I, Unit of account without Substance"

I believe there is both in everything. When you’re building tools that empower people, you inevitably choose to fight oppression too.

I‘m back home. Wherever that is. I’ve slept in a bed last night. I’m back to familiar landscapes, familiar faces, familiar patterns, back to family. I’m sitting in a raised hideout, the things hunters sit in waiting for prey to appear in front of their loaded rifle. I’m out of bullets. I don’t know what I’m hunting for. I’ve outgrown this place. A circus tent appeared on this piece of land. I feel like a clown. Jester privilege is nice, until you realize no one takes you seriously. My friends are in Prague. A big Bitcoin circus is happening there this weekend. I doubt anyone is missing me. So are they really my friends? And can this circus be any fun if the clown is missing? I guess there are other clowns. Richer clowns, entertaining the masses of asses that don’t realize they are being fooled. I’ve met a special person some weeks ago. He’s stateless. Fell through the system. A glitch in the Matrix. Fighting oppressive belief systems is fighting yourself. 24/7. It doesn’t stop. There is no vacation from it. If you try to distract yourself, numb it down, suppress it, it’ll resurface eventually with twice the force. It’s okay to feel melancholic. There is beauty in it. And although glow has disappeared from my life, I feel like I’m radiant. Magnetic to some, repulsive to others. Maybe glow had to disappear from my life in order for me to shine. Written with whatever glimmer is left, by a Honeybadger fighting a system of theft.

Just saved around 50 cinnamon buns from trash 😻 Who wants some?

To live on a true Bitcoin standard you will need the financial skills of Warren Buffett and the survival skills of Bear Grylls.

Week 150 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Everyone who left #OFF26 already missed the best day in Oslo, since the whole city turned into one big festival. Among it, the Statue of Liberty promoting financial freedom in front of DNB, Norways largest financial services group.

Another evening watching Neanderthal-TV. It’s a great channel, can recommend.

Just missed me. There might be a chance next year though.

Still room for improvement, but getting there.