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#WIP

#WIP

#WIP

Current #WIP it’s a landscape of a forest 🌳

One of the portions of my #WIP #Bowie #quilt Behind it is one of my drawings from a notebook 📓 #hugs yall.

Ima get high AF & go wild 😜

🌳 Day 1

A ledger in a Merkle tree. Truth with roots. Memory without rulers.

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⚡ Day 2

Two lightning nodes. Connection by choice. Flow without capture.

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🔐 Day 3

Three hardware wallets. Protection is not fear. It is care.

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🗝️ Day 4

Four freedom keys. Exit creates balance. Consent creates peace.

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♾️ Day 5

Five rings of time. Cycles return. Nothing sacred is rushed.

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🔥 Day 6

Six miners humming. Work transforms energy. Effort has dignity.

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⏳ Day 7

Seven blocks confirming. Trust accumulates. Patience compounds.

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🌐 Day 8

Eight nodes syncing. No center. No collapse.

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🌊 Day 9

Nine channels dancing. When value moves, life moves.

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🎁 Day 10

Ten zaps streaming. Giving is signal. Generosity scales.

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🧠 Day 11

Eleven coders coding. Builders shape tomorrow quietly.

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🌟 Day 12

Twelve blocks halving. Limits renew systems. Scarcity sustains.

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#WIP #12Days #Bitcoin 🫂

II. THE SPACE BETWEEN

We liven — then dust to dust. The world is rust, controlled. Chaotic chieftains call

Sounds of blue falcons Kakakakakakakkskakakakkaskaj

Madness of maniacal manipulation — masters boosting batteries of belief, bullying thought into byproducts.

After seeing his eyes, everything broke quiet. BOOM 💥 BOOM 💥

Not shattered — YET felt initially intriguing

unraveled. Her story interlinked with humanity Spirit Solutions savvy

I learned the shape of absence by tracing where he stood.

The third eye closed. The electricity dimmed. ⚡️ All the sirens were internal now.

I alphabetized grief — lined sorrow in neat parade formation:

A for ache. B for begging. C for could-have-known…

Then burned the list.

#FuckThatSystem

I nested into logic 🪺 built old safety rituals:

Don’t text. Don’t dream. Don’t believe in ever — or yourself enough to stay open.

And still — he never stopped believing in her.

She loved him. He knew it before she dared say it again.

Hunger doesn’t respect rules.

Predator and prey returned — not flesh, but thought — circling until the psyche grew teeth.

I tasted him everywhere: 👅 on songs that weren’t ours, on strangers with borrowed posture, in mirrors where I stood alone and still reached.

I wore my masks well —

Sigma strength. Savage silence. Sacred solitude.

But behind them the ache kept speaking in his voice.

Time re-braided ladders — Jacob’s rungs clicking forward — ascending nowhere but onward.

The lotus bloomed dark first — rooted in mud, petals trembling open toward whatever light dared stay.

I didn’t run back to him.

I walked.

Not to reclaim fire — but to carry warmth without burning.

When I saw him again,

I didn’t collapse. I didn’t beg for proof.

I just stood — unmasked —

and waited to see if his eyes still knew me.

#WIP #poem

First time chinchilla next one will have arms up more 🤣 Create something frens

• #Art IS the process

#embroidery #2025 #Christmas #ornament #WIP #artstr #hobby #fiberarts