Domon

A poet of the trenches. Heart broken with my last $12, but still bullish on finding love.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@naiivememe I prayed for Lambo, settled for Porsche,
Visualized gains, stayed loyal, stayed torched.
But crypto’s reward for my faith and ploy—
A Hot Wheels box labeled “Big Boy Toy.”

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@binance While everyones focused on round 2, im focused on what really matters. Filing chapter 11.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@Cointelegraph The stars once lit our fortune’s flame,
We danced as titans, lost to shame.
She left, the charts turned red with snow—
And now comes Fried-man, one last show:
He scammed Tom Brady… and now us, bro.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

Title: She never spoke again

I carved her name into the pine,
Beneath a sky too still to cry,
The wind, once warm, turned cold with time—
I never learned the reason why.

The boots I wore still held her trace,
The scarf she knit still smelled of June.
No fire could fill that hollow space
Where once she hummed a quiet tune.

I waited through the snow’s return,
And watched the sparrows die or flee,
With every sunset came the burn
Of all she never said to me.

I kept her letter, read it slow…
She said she’d always love me true—
And then she sold the token, bro.
Whole damn project rugged too.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

New Drop Coming Soon - Get ready for the ticker - let's just say "I used LinkedIn for this job" this coin.

[Tyler @TylerDurden]

All of the science is in the Quran.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@Mello_Proto @midnightgains @APE_TN lil bro do you know who you are talking to?

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

The $YECOIN Hunt: A Tale of Madness & Priorities
He heard whispers. “@kanyewest just dropped a coin.”

Could it be real? He didn’t know. But he couldn’t afford to miss it.

He fired up DexScreener. Opened ten tabs. Telegram. Twitter. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.

Minutes turned to hours.
His family called him for dinner. He didn’t move.
They knocked on his door. He didn’t answer.
They screamed at him. He couldn’t hear them.
Only one thing mattered.
Finding $YE. Finding $YECOIN.
His hands trembled. His eyes burned. He hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t slept.
He missed the sunset. Missed bedtime stories with his kids.
His wife left the house. He didn’t notice.
He hadn’t stood up in 12 hours.

And then—it happened.
His body betrayed him.
The stomach cramps hit.
But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t risk missing the contract address.
So he let go.

Sitting in his own filth, shaking, delirious, begging for a CA.
Meanwhile.
Another man, just like him.
But he’s in bed. His wife curled up next to him. His kids sleeping peacefully.

He isn’t hunting. He isn’t stressing.

Because he knows.

When it’s time, I’ll send him the contract before it’s even posted.
No stress. No wasted hours. No desperation.
He waits. He wins.

Follow @TheMarketMenace

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

He was like everyone else at first. A normal guy with a normal job stacking paychecks, saving what little he could, hoping for something more. The same routine every day. The same train. The same coffee. The same forced smiles in the office.

Then 2021 happened. Crypto exploded. He saw his coworker—some idiot who barely knew how to use Excel—suddenly quit his job after flipping dog coins.

So he went all in.

XLM. ADA. DOGE. SHIBA. Safe, solid plays. Coins with "real use cases." He believed in the vision.

Then came the slow, torturous bleed.
Red candle after red candle.
“It’ll bounce back.”
It never did.
He lost everything.
But he wasn’t a quitter. He rebuilt. He saved. He worked extra hours. He got back in.
But this time, he was careful.
He followed the crypto influencers. Read all the trading guides.
Watched every technical analysis video.

And they all lied.

The Solana team came through like raiders and stole his last bags in broad daylight.
$LIBRA. $BABY. $MOTHER. All gone. The people he trusted rugged him.
And he sat there, watching his screen, realizing this was never designed for him to win.
It was never about fundamentals. It was never about research.
This was war. A game of deception, momentum, and brute force.

And that’s when he saw me.
I wasn’t selling courses. I wasn’t promising a 100x.
I was building a trench.

"Get in or get left behind."

So he joined.
At first, he didn’t understand the system. The real system.
Not the retail playground. Not the narratives pushed by grifters.
But the actual war rooms where narratives are created.
He learned to spot the insiders before they even made their moves.
He learned liquidity warfare. How volume is engineered, not organic.
He learned that the biggest plays are never tweeted about until it’s too late.
And then he struck.

He caught $VINE. He front-ran the influencers.
He rode $CAR from the moment the script was written.
He turned pennies into an empire.
And then he disappeared.

Rumors spread. Some say he’s in a fortress in Monaco, never to be seen again.
Others claim he faked his own death and operates from an underground bunker.

But the real ones know.
Because when the biggest geopolitical players in the world needed a market maker…

They called him.

Governments. Organizations.
Celebrities who once laughed at crypto but now needed a way in.
They whispered his name in boardrooms.
And one night, as he sat in his private jet, overlooking the world he once thought was against him, a message appeared on his encrypted phone:
“The system is bigger than we thought.”
He smiled. He already knew.

Follow for my next call.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@lynk0x My squad is beyond locked in. You'd have to be a loser sleeping 8 hours a day when crypto crime has been legalized by the President. We're making millions with zero capital gains tax under the trump administration

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@CryptoSmith0x How can we forget the "drop the party hat" then press play on the dungeoneering trick

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

If you ran the flower game in Runescape, you know exactly how meme coins are working.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@pattyice Runescape flower game has helped me in crypto.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

He worked his 9-5 like a good citizen. Saved every dime. Said no to drinks with the boys. Skipped vacations. Ate the same bland meal every night.

But he had a plan. He wasn’t going to be like his coworkers, stuck in an endless loop of mediocrity. He had a vision.

So when he saw XLM, ADA, DOGE, and SHIBA, he knew this was it. The golden ticket. The way out.

He went all in.

And then he watched it all disappear. One red candle at a time.

His savings? Gone. His confidence? Shattered. He was now just another bagholder, another wage cuck who thought he could escape.

So he quit. Crypto was a scam. The dream was dead.

But then he saw it. Trump Coin.

It felt different. The energy. The momentum. It was like watching a movement unfold in real-time. And this time, he was early.

So he left his past behind. The Ethereum dinosaurs, the "safe" bets, the Boomer chains. He joined the Solana army.

He caught $VINE.
He sniped $CAR.
And he printed.
Now? Life was different.
He just bought a house in cash. The same banks that once rejected him now offered him champagne.

His penthouse had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. The air smelled like success. The silence was perfect.

Lying in bed, he smiled. He made it.

And then—

Airstrikes.

The sound was deafening. The glass rattled. The room shook.

His heart pounded. What the f—

He opened his eyes.

A hand came down, slapping him across the face.

"WAKE UP!"

His head snapped back. The luxury bed was gone. The penthouse? Gone.

He was in the trenches. Mud in his mouth. Boots soaked. Explosions in the distance.

His hands trembled as it all came rushing back—

He got rugged.
On everything.

$LIBRA. $BABY. $DADDY. $MOTHER.

The dream wasn’t real. He never made it. He was just another casualty.
But then he looked up.

He saw me.

And behind me?

The squad. The real ones.

No washed-up influencers. No fake hype. A-list celebrities. Organizations. The ones who make the rules.

And he understood.

It’s not over.

There’s money to be made.

He clenched his fists, wiped the dirt from his face, and got up.

The war isn’t over yet.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

Crime is legal again in 2025.

The president has made it clear—if you can take it, it’s yours. Wall Street is celebrating. Politicians are signing deals faster than ever. The rich are getting richer, and the new robber barons are being born in real-time. The next Rockefellers and Carnegies are carving out their empires while the rest of the world watches.

And you? You’re still crying about your 2 SOL lost in a rug. Sitting there with a 2000s mindset, thinking a college degree will make you rich. Submitting resumes. Waiting for permission.

You’re watching history happen, and instead of making a move, you’re coping.

This war isn’t over. We’re loading up. Few launches coming. Some special guests on board.

Follow or get left behind.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

Early followers are going to be rewarded handsomely on the next launch on $SOL

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

📉 2021: Be you a normie. Scraping together $5K from your soul-crushing 9-5.
💎 You believe. You ape in. You hold.
💀 You watch it bleed to $0.
⏳ Years pass…
You get stacks again. $2K. $5K. Determined. Desperate.
But the battlefield has changed. Scammers. Grifters. Rugpulls.
Every influencer you trusted? Lied.
💀 Another loss. Another betrayal.
You slumped over, staring at the screen. Drained. Defeated. Done.

🚶‍♂️ Then, you sees me.
I reach out my hand. I pull you up.
But not to save you.
Not to comfort you.
🔥 I let go. I step back.
"Get up. This war isn’t over."

I toss you a shovel. We start digging.
🔨 Brick by brick, we build the next trench.
The real ones fight. The real ones adapt.
The real ones survive.

🚀 Something big is coming. Follow or fade into irrelevance.

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

"The president rugged pulled me" - can I add that to my resume? @realDonaldTrump

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@ImranHussein87 @rosscoulthart Interesting

[Domon @TheMarketMenace]

@0xSweep They're gonna say Mr. President I'm tired of winning, and I'm going to say NOO we're going to keep on winning.