What am I saying?
Well I'll tell you.
I watched another one of these post evening news documentary segments about these old guys who lost a hundred thousand dollars or more, each, 'trading' in cryptos.
I mean talk about nuts in the first place. But still...
See the thing is, you will find that after you read what I am going to link here, you will start to lose sleep at night thinking about stuff.
Eo voglio una red Ferrari, per favori. |
Difficult to control this aspect of one's mind -, the 'expectations' that are built on some vague potential that is or seems at least, realistic.
The worst part about what is coming up the turnpike - for you - is that if you keep your head, keep a strong hold of your wild impulses, well you will actually realize (as in, make) the high side results.
And there will be some of you who will go round and round in circles trying to work out ways to say that what you are reading is somehow 'not correct' or cannot be correct or whatever.
Smirk.
Don't waste your time. Literally, just don't.
What your mind will briefly and initially tell you is the person you are reading about, well, that is what it is.
But listen I really want to stress this and I know many of you will know this is true too: if, you and me and thee and thou and us, just STFU in a sense, and play it all out, slowly, methodically, mindfully, then for sure it will turn out as all the indications are that it at least logically should.
And what is that?
Just calm down and drink the coffee. |
Well, let's just leave the silly guys to their fate - if they want to risk stupid sums in stupid things, well let them. No one could have stopped them anyway, persuaded them away from the craziness.
The thing that pushes these guys is the mythic belief that there is always someone else but not them, who has the inside run, and that therefore all it takes is for them to be with those 'special ones...' There is no one they know who actually is a 'special one.' And never never but never can they themselves be a special one.
But we are making the rules and the running here.
As you will now see.
Apart from everything your thinking mind will 'piece together' from what you are about to read, I will be posting up somewhere, a partially blacked out ledger of who holds what with the Silver Dirhams.
And then next after that a few letters will be sent out containing stuff.
That is just a test run to see how much the mail really costs and how fast it all gets to different places. And then there will be more mail going out after that.
And then after that we should all go 'dark.' Oh there will be 'ways and means' but not anything any outsiders will be able to see.
This is all going to take months and years, not five minutes.
So rather than preempt what your own mind will be able to calculate for you, let's just cut to the chase. This is something that I haven't edited at all and it is just 'as is' so that it can get to you as fast as possible. (You know to place your cursor over this next thing here, right?):
Meanwhile, let's talk the Flanders Red Ale!
The taste is not sour like actual fruit lambics, but sweet like ripe cherries and very ripe plums, with just a hint of tart that makes it have a slight acidic edge there.
But then there's this really 'out there' soft, esoteric(!) mallow taste... Marshmallow.
There's no fruit it in at all. The whole flavor profile comes from red malt and the kind of fermentation used.
...Anyway the link is to something that contains everything but the actual coding. Which I have.