i lost everything on solana.
EVERYTHING. so many rugs. so many honey pots. so many grifting bundled celebrity launches. i am down to my last dollar. i feel more lost than ever and i don't know a path forward. and now... you mean to tell me... a shrimp fried this rice?
i lost everything on solana.
EVERYTHING. so many rugs. so many honey pots. so many grifting bundled celebrity launches. i am down to my last dollar. i feel more lost than ever and i don't know a path forward. and now... you mean to tell me... a shrimp fried this rice?
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
$UFD will go to billions.
Hear ye, hear ye, what marvels we see!
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where $UFD, with its mystic sheen, doth reign.
O wondrous $UFD, thou art more lovely
And more temperate than the summer's day;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
But thou, in constancy, dost brightly stay.
What light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis $UFD, and all the stars in heaven
Have hid their faces in envious shame,
For ne'er was there a treasure so well given.
Art thou not, $UFD, the very rose
That on the banks of Avon sweetly grows?
Or art thou gold, more precious than our prose,
A coffer where all wisdom overflows?
Ah, but to speak of it in such high terms
Doth but betray the paucity of words;
For $UFD, with its myriad charms,
Doth span beyond what our speech affords.
Yet let me say, with all the breath I have,
That $UFD, in its silent might,
Doth make us fools to think we understand,
For it transcends the day and the night.
So here's my bullpost, my ode to thee,
To $UFD, in its mystery and might.
May bards and scholars, in eternity,
Praise thee in verse from morning until night.
if you get sad about round tripping/losing generational wealth
just remember,
it builds good dad lore.
imagine telling your kids you lost a house on hairryballs coin in 2025,
goated.