Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose three fluffing big monitors. Choose robo-thingies, lambos, beer hats and headphones. Choose good security practices, low gas fees, and defi insurance. Choose apr returns. Choose a mansion. Choose your frens. Choose accessories and matching wearables. Choose a bear in a three piece suit on a flash loan in a range of fluffing textures. Choose DYOR and wondering who the flufk you are at 3am on a Monday morning. Choose sitting at that screen watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing gifs, stuffing fluffing carrots into your mouth. Choose drifting into the ether at the end of it all, emoting your last in a dead wallet, nothing more than an embarrassment to the fomo, fluffed up fluflets you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose Meta-life. I chose the Swamp life.
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