It’s lunchtime for me now, and for reasons that go without saying I missed out on breakfast; it ended up in the trash. The food just wasn’t edible anymore.
Now I’m moving on to the next round, and the world outside can go to hell for all I care.
I’m having T-bone steak 🥩 seared nice and hot in the pan (naturally, the smoke alarm went off 🤣), then rested using a meat thermometer to get it to a perfect medium-rare 👌, served with a bit of sea salt, pepper, and herb butter.
Dann mal einen Guten Appetit 😋
What did you have, or what is planned?
#AiArt #Anime #Food #Seras
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Be loshmi
> crypto trader & creator
> 55.9k followers
> joined twitter 2022
> has been trading for around 6 years
took plenty of losses along the way
> has openly talked about bad trades and missed opportunities
> once considered stepping away from trading
> round-tripped over $45K on Abstract
lost five figures trading perps
> fumbled multiple six-figure opportunities
> got hacked and lost over $6K
then came $STONK
> bought around $1M market cap
publicly shared his thesis
> kept buying the dips
> watched his portfolio go from $5K → $25K → $4K
> never sold
> then STONK starts gaining traction
his position grows into 6 figures
hundreds of people watch the trade unfold everyone starts telling him to sell
> September 2026
> closes his positions
> realizes $327,436 in profit
> says the journey toward 7 figures is still live
I attempted to relocate an eighty-pound granite boulder in my front yard using only my lower back and foolish pride.
A gunshot cracked inside my third vertebra.
I dropped to the turf like an unhorsed archer.
I crawled into my house upon my elbows, dragged myself onto my mattress, and lay immobile. I spoke to no one. I sent no telegrams. A samurai suffers his infirmities in impenetrable silence.
At four-fifteen in the afternoon, the front door chimes rang.
I dragged my torso three feet across the floorboards to open the latch.
On my porch stood Brenda, who lives across the asphalt. Brenda held a glass Pyrex dish thirteen inches wide, sealed with three layers of aluminum foil. Steam hissed from the seams like an overheating locomotive.
I heard your back went out, honey, Brenda said.
How did she know? Did the crows carry the signal?
It is tuna noodle, Brenda continued, thrusting the five-pound nuclear furnace into my chest. Shredded cheddar, cream of mushroom, and crushed potato chips on top. Do not worry about washing the dish. Just leave it on the porch when you can crawl.
She left.
At five-ten, the chime sounded again.
It was Susan from the corner. Susan carried an identical glass rectangle filled with chicken, broccoli, white rice, and four pounds of melted Colby-Jack.
At six-oh-five, the wife of the mail carrier arrived carrying a third glass monolith containing ground beef, canned corn, and tater tots arranged in geometric battle lines beneath a lake of velveeta.
By eight at night, seven glass sarcophagi were cooling on my counter.
Thirty-two pounds of dense, bubbling carbohydrates occupied every horizontal surface of my kitchen.
My refrigerator had surrendered. The shelves groaned. The smell of condensed cream soup had permeated my drywall.
I pulled myself onto a chair.
This was not culinary assistance. This was a coordinated logistical air-drop designed to prevent a wounded soldier from leaving his bunker before the ceasefire. They did not want me to hunt. They did not want me to gather. They wanted to immobilize me beneath a sediment of dairy fat.
I peeled back the silver armor of Brenda's dish.
I took one forkful of the hot noodles. The salt, the cream, and the crunch of the potato chips detonated across my tongue with the force of divine mercy.
I wept into the tuna.
In my land, if a warrior collapses, his companions offer three days of respectful distance so that he may contemplate his mortality in dignity.
Here, the women of the province assemble eight thousand calories of molten cheese and drop it on your chest until you are physically incapable of dying.
I ate for four days straight.
My spine healed on Thursday. My cholesterol doubled. The republic has no rivals.
Bundle Cat Surges as Mosh Gains Attention on Robinhood
Bundle Cat $BUN has gained 40% daily and 180% weekly, pushing its market cap toward $20 million.
The rally comes as Robinhood (@RobinhoodCrypto) Chain's wider memecoin market has declined 4.5% over 24 hours.
Bundle Cat serves as the mascot for Mosh, which combines token launches with automated market making.
Mosh places token supply inside locked vaults, where AI agents provide liquidity under trading limits.
The model lets community funders earn creator fees instead of receiving tokens they might sell. By default, Mosh directs 80% of creator fees to the funders supporting each launch.
THE NEXT 6–12 MONTHS WILL BE THE PHASE PEOPLE TALK ABOUT FOR YEARS.
$BTC → $150,000
$ETH → $6,000
$SOL → $550
$XRP → $10.50
AND THAT’S BEFORE ALTCOINS ENTER THEIR PARABOLIC PHASE.
THIS IS WHERE GENERATIONAL FORTUNES ARE BUILT.
PATIENCE. CONVICTION. EXECUTION.
@danielsethlewis’s last operating job was running a raffle business. No mortgage, consumer fintech, AI, credit risk or builder background. Now he’s interim CEO of an AI mortgage company and $BETR has been bleeding since he took over. The lack of a builder background is showing.
#ALTSEASON 2026 💸
SEPTEMBER, OCTOBER, NOVEMBER ALTCOINS and MEMECOINS WILL GO PARABOLIC 🔥 🚀
WHAT PROJECT DO YOU STILL BELIEVE IN RIGHT NOW, DESPITE EVERYTHING? 👇