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Awesome japanese vidya that i referenced: "500 million year button" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3h-cAbOyRXc

Original from https://youtu.be/o5B0S6GK4FU Within the cavernous expanse of the shrimp deheading facility, my hands move in tandem with the cold, mechanical rhythm of the blades. Each slice through the shrimp's exoskeleton resonates with the weary beat of my heart. The assembly line stretches endlessly before me, a path of repetitive toil that mirrors the mundane contours of my own existence. I am a faceless figure in this sea of industrial clamor, condemned to the relentless cycle of deheading—a symbol of the soul-crushing routine that defines my days. As the shrimp succumb to the unyielding machinery, I see reflections of my own struggles in their silent demise. The conveyor belts, like the currents of a river, carry away the decapitated crustaceans alongside the shattered dreams of those who share my fate. The machinery that beheads the shrimp is an ominous parallel to the forces that sever my own aspirations. I am just another worker, caught in the relentless gears of a system that commodifies not only the shrimp but also the very essence of my being. Our destinies entwined, we move forward together on this conveyor belt of captivity. As the sun sets beyond the factory walls, casting long shadows over the desolate landscape, I feel the weight of futility settle upon my shoulders. Pleasure is a distant memory, drowned out by the clamor of machinery and the ache in my weary bones. The marketplace awaits, a final destination for both the deheaded shrimp and the laborers. In this twilight realm of despair, I confront the harsh reality that, much like the shrimp, my pursuit of pleasure is futile. Life's offerings, like the shrimp's decapitated form, are packaged and shipped off into the abyss. As the darkness envelops us, I stand at the crossroads of existence, where the illusion of pleasure dissipates, leaving only the echoing symphony of nihilistic inevitability.

Original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PawUuHozBPY In the lonely corridors of my despondent mind, I find myself standing on the precipice of a river that flows with the currency of my own demise. She is merciless, a metaphor for life's economic currents, and may appear tranquil on the surface, but beneath its deceptive calm lies the turbulent undercurrents of inflation. The waters of this financial abyss are tainted by the relentless churning of the money printing machine, an ominous beast that feeds on dreams and excretes the chains of my enslavement. As I navigate the treacherous waters, I am acutely aware of the elite class perched on its banks, manipulating the currents to their advantage. Their gluttony feeding on the fruits of my labor, they possess the alchemy of cheap money, a sorcery that eludes the grasp of the struggling masses. I am a mere pawn in their game. I am left to drown in the rising tide of inflation, each wave a cruel reminder of my impotence in the face of economic tyranny. The very air I breathe is tainted by the acrid scent of fiat currency, a stench that permeates the fabric of my existence. Inflation, like a corrosive force, gnaws at the pillars of my spirit, eroding any semblance of hope or ambition. I am shackled to a life that seems designed to mock the pursuit of meaning, a cruel joke orchestrated by the invisible hands that control the economic narrative. In the twisted dance of despair, I grapple with the futility of my aspirations, like a marionette manipulated by an unseen puppeteer. The promise of escape is but a distant mirage, a shimmering on the horizon that is forever out of reach. Inflation becomes the relentless current that drags me further into the abyss, extinguishing the flicker of my dreams with each passing moment. As I confront the crushing weight of whatever money I have erode away, I am reminded that the river of life can quicly morph into a violent torrent that sweeps away all in its path. The currents of economic hardship are unforgiving, and I am a mere mortal left to navigate this perilous journey with the sinking realization that the very essence of my being is being crushed beneath the weight of a currency that holds no regard for the human spirit. To the puppeteers of this economic charade, I pen this warning as the ink of my despair stains the parchment of my existence. The river you control, fueled by the ink of your cheap money sorcery, carries the weight of our collective suffering. Know this, O elite architects of inflation: the proletariat, burdened and battered, can only endure the relentless currents of despair for so long. The river, once seemingly calm, now roils with discontent, and the dam of patience strains under the pressure of inequality. Beware the rising tide of collective disillusionment, for it carries the potential to breach the walls that separate the privileged few from the marginalized many. In the face of mounting hardship, the proletariat's endurance has its limits, and in the turbulent waters of societal unrest, something is bound to give.

Project Blue Beam: https://www.educate-yourself.org/cn/projectbluebeam25jul05.shtml

A description for Bitcoin, AI and Titties.. almost forgot UFOs. Loove me some UFOs. Bitcoin: bitcoin, bitcoin, and ... Bitcoin! OMG BITCOIN AI: also known as Artifir... ah fuck i cant b e bothered to type all this shit out. Titties: if you need a description of these you shouldn't be reading this Ah yes, the youtube video on UFOs... so good!!! Is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QLKHJvCHDQ

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