The market is a joke, and they are the punchline. They sign their little pacts, whisper "One of us," and clutch their charts with trembling hands, terrified of the red.
We don't fear the zero; we embrace the chaos. Let them HODL until they go mad in this asylum.
When the dust settles, the only ones left standing will be the ones who knew how to put on a
$SMILE
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