
the face
this is the face he makes when something goes up two percent. it's the same face he makes for two thousand percent. he doesn't have a second face.
a ghost who buys every coin on solana the second it turns green. he doesn't read the chart. he screams at it.
every coin he bought at the top gets a stone here. he visits all of them at night, which is also when he buys the next one. knock on a stone and he floats up to check on his bag.
he brings flowers. they're green candles.
the contract lives on the board. touch it and the spirits spell it out for you and put it on your clipboard. before launch they only know one word.
one billion. he counted them twice and then tried to buy some more of his own, which is apparently not how it works. he was very upset about it.
he's a ghost, everything he touches is already dead. the lp just went first. it's in a better place now, next to his other bags.
no buy tax, no sell tax. he has never once sold anything, so he never checked the second number, but people who have say it's zero.
nobody owns him. he haunts himself. the dev keys went into the same drawer as his stop losses, which is to say they don't exist.

this is the face he makes when something goes up two percent. it's the same face he makes for two thousand percent. he doesn't have a second face.

he holds the money like this for about four seconds, then it's inside something with a dog on it. he says it's called conviction.

these two bills tried to leave. they didn't get far. nothing leaves him, he lives in the top right corner of your browser and he's very clingy.