ListenAs I churn with my oar - a human leg of a bag-holding pirate I’ve half-finished gnawing - through the blood that keeps this raft buoyant... I rise from the fetal position, interrupted from my contemplations of “how did we get here from the brink of providence yet again?”, and hark to the muffled murmurs of referencing to the “Core Four” or “Still Alive 5” who habituate thy Raft Of The Medusa.
On our behalf, may I just say this: you were warned.
This isn’t some movie. Irrefutably, MichaelRrrr can be likened to Captain Phillips; however, the Abdiwali Muses of this raft that have penetrated the elusive truth that is FNQ are perhaps now having doubts... second thoughts... contemplations... on and of what their bounty truly was... and if still sane, what is. You were warned.
Holding a stock that behaves sensitively in parallel to an absent leader who’s dumbfounded “No News” deer-in-the-headlights resurfacing momentarily retracts the optimism of pending liberation. You were warned.
Then from 0.025 to 0.055, we tolerated your arrival. But now - on the Line Of Descent, a reference I don’t expect you to understand - why so glum, chum... sans question mark. You were warned.
And now aboard en masse, only to be drawn toward’s the beacon of providence... you’re all subjected to an undertow of weak hands that yank and anchor our raft thus disrupting our passage to the truth... all amidst a necessary correction in the cryptocurrency market.
You were all... warned.
The hymns of Brendan Fraser enchant you now in haunting refrain. This is the very sound that has beckoned the minds of us... for close to half a decade.
MacCleev knows...
cam75mac knows...
Donnie knows...
Masada the NobleRoman knows... You were warned.