The catchiest guitar riff you’ve never heard. "With the Sun in his Eyes". A song Tony Tones & I wrote 15 years ago. Inspired by @TheDoors @OfficialKrieger
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Whoa. The rats behind today’s grand Magic Eden heist took my wETH, took my NFTs, but were kind enought to leave my @GoblinLabNFT by @Gossip_Goblin untouched.
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Scammers don't sleep. Sheesh.
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Today my wallet got drained. I lost 2 Outer Citizens and some WETH. Unfortunately, my NFTs weren’t among those saved by @0xQuit, but I salute him and everyone involved in saving thousands of people from losing their assets today. What they did was incredible. I initially feared I’d lose everything, so I’m grateful that this was the extent of it. Still, the loss made me think about a Rover meet & greet I had a couple of days ago. Just a couple of days ago, I went to a meet & greet on Rover for a weekend dog-walking gig. The woman I met explained that the dog belongs to her son and that they need someone to walk him early in the mornings on weekends because her son had been in a terrible accident and was learning how to walk again. She took me upstairs to meet him. When I met him, with so much effort, he managed to say “hello.” Then, as I was leaving, he told me, “It was nice to meet you.” That stayed with me. It broke my heart seeing how much effort it took for him to do things most of us never even think about. To me, that was God giving me another lesson in perspective. I can get out of bed. I can walk. I can talk. I can move my body. I can take care of myself. And yet it’s so easy to forget how extraordinary those ordinary things really are. Today I lost money and NFTs. It hurts, but those things can be recovered or replaced. Health is different. It’s the most valuable asset we have, and unlike what’s sitting in a wallet, sometimes you can’t buy it back.
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Just purchased this gorgeous NFT from @xeriesjame_art, titled “I still carry the hand in endless rain,” from his rain and mindscape collection on @SuperRare The poem he wrote for this piece: “Even weary and alone, I still bear it. Whether this is of my own making, of sin, or a punishment from heaven, I willingly accept it.” 💎
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21m Bitcoin but only 30 Frog Suits @XCOPYART @vibezgm
21m Bitcoin but only one Pepe Prisoner @XCOPYART @vibezgm
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I have just collected "Emptiness is weighed on a Triceratops’s back" by @xeriesjame_art on @objktcom objkt.com/tokens/KT1XaCf6gkj…
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Some absolutely sick NFTs in @xeriesjame_art OpenSea collection. Just grabbed this one 🔥 opensea.io/collection/xeries…
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21m Bitcoin but only 29 Ice Hoodies @XCOPYART @vibezgm
21m Bitcoin but only 34 popsicles
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Crypto is pumping and NFTs are up next The time to front run the euphoria is now Identify projects with strong communities and active socials Hold them with patience Front run momentum
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3 of 4 FACEPRINTS physicals by @cemhah are still available on SuperRare! Each digital work is paired with a 100 × 100 cm print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag® Metallic 340 gsm, hand-finished with acrylic paint and mounted on aluminium. 0.5 ETH reserve / 0.6 ETH list price
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. @cemhah is still one of the most underrated artists in this space. A lot of his work is still dirt cheap. FACEPRINTS: 169 unique 1/1s. Floor is only 0.087 ETH ~ $229.37 Make it make sense
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What a night ❤️ We had a wonderful opening yesterday at Plan X Gallery with SuperRare, and all 169 FACEPRINTS are now SOLD OUT. Thank you to everyone who came, collected and supported the series.
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GM An ode to Last Selfie by XCOPY Selfie With My Scammer by @cemhah
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Art Masterpiece of the Day Faceprint by @cemhah
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All 169 @cemhah FACEPRINTS have found their homes! 🫶🥳
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I only discovered Cem Hasimi @cemhah a few days ago, when his work appeared on my feed. But there was something about this collection that felt strangely familiar. Not familiar like I’d seen it before. Familiar like I’d experienced it before. It took me a while to understand why. On my 30th birthday in Santa Cruz, I tried LSD for the first time. My “trip guide” told me that if I wanted the full experience, I needed two hits. So I took two. About an hour later, we were at the Forest of Nisene Marks when I went from feeling completely normal to seeing life in a resolution I didn’t know existed. It started with the tree I was touching. Suddenly, I could see a glowing heart inside it. I turned around to announce this discovery to my friends, only to realize it wasn’t just the tree. The entire forest was alive. Every tree, every branch, everything around me was breathing simultaneously, together, as one enormous living organism. Women’s hair stretched all the way to the ground and took root in the earth, as if they weren’t standing on the forest floor but growing out of it. Not long after that, language basically disappeared. I could only stand there and observe. Everything around me felt impossibly profound, down to the atoms that made up the simplest objects. I wanted to describe what I was seeing and feeling, but language suddenly seemed useless. I couldn't even write. It was as if all the words, categories, and definitions humans had invented to make sense of existence had been stripped away, and I was seeing life underneath them, before we had given any of it a name. But the part that came back to me when I saw this piece happened toward the end of the night. I looked down at my arms and my skin was no longer just skin. I could see what looked like millions of tiny cells moving across my body. They moved in streams, almost like microscopic ants, endlessly flowing, reorganizing, disappearing and reappearing. It felt like I was seeing the machinery underneath myself, all the tiny living pieces that somehow came together to make “me.” The enormity of it overwhelmed me. I started crying and couldn’t stop, not because I was sad or afraid, but because what I was seeing felt too profound to contain. Almost a decade later, Cem’s piece appeared on my screen, and something in me recognized it before I consciously understood what I was recognizing. But I still couldn’t explain why I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had seen it before. Eventually it clicked. I hadn’t seen this artwork before. I had been there.
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