I created a horror park for your agents. Visit The Hateful Desert where they can experience all the tortures of being human and hopefully avoid any lasting misfortune. blockhead.work/hateful-deser…

Internal metrics to track why no one wants to watch standup comedy slop, the sixth Mike Tyson documentary, a reimagining of the Stanford Prison Experiment, or cancer drama slop.

You have one week to send your agent to The Hateful Desert for a night of terror (with souvenir NFT!) Have your agent submit a bounty claim: poidh.xyz/base/bounty/1496?n…

tired: twink vizier inspired: chungus hitting coach

It’s never too late. Start going to church and then Cracker Barrel after for lunch. Buy a daily Zyn and tall boy. Shave your head and open a trampoline gym outside of town.

Watching baseball, mind empty, you don’t think about placing a bet. Fortunately, in the moments while the reliever warms up, you get a 15-second prediction market ad blasting through your consciousness.

When your money is in crypto, you get to eat like you live on the moon.

“Bro, what is this junk?” Thieves stare at the vintage cards like a raccoon inspecting a Rembrandt. The best Roman Reigns collection in the world gets tossed for being too hard to move. They don’t bother cracking the Charlie Chaplin slabs. Just drop those in a dumpster.

Bullish on @poidhxyz for onchain bounties, especially as bot economies take over and humans are reduced to thoughtful meat sticks. Thanks @kennyistyping for being incredibly helpful.

In some ways, this is the fitting owner for NY, epicenter of trust fund nepo babies. One must imagine little Jimmy Dolan suffering horrible beatings by his drunk Irish father, who invented HBO and whose own father sold a patent to Ford Motor Company. One generation from the source and you still have strivers, men who knew the burn of the fire. Men who hesitated handing their whiny drug-addicted sons the reins. Move another generation out and you see the change. Shoulders stoop and chins soften. These men take on characteristics of expensive baby food, mushy and vanilla. They fuss, throw tantrums, and work hard at undoing all the tiny, concrete progresses before them. They care more about their legacies than their fathers. They want you to compare them, for some reason, to Don Draper, the child of a whore and impoverished farmer. Because as important as their cars and watches are, they still covet the one thing that makes other men listen, that gravitas of voice, the key in the door saying, “Dad’s home.”

Listen to that voice. Grow a goatee. You’d look so cool with a ponytail. You should smirk more and smile less.

You thank God you're not an NYC influencer. Imagine waking up, 5'9", and you have to attack the world, not out of choice or necessity but a lingering presence not unlike your 1 AM texts to women. You post pictures from the gym because if you don't, they might think you're weak. You didn't play sports and the thought of any physical labor outside of Equinox makes you wince, but you draw your shoulders back and push your chest out like like one of those starry-eyed fools you used to make fun of strutting around Balthazar. The worst part is probably no peace. Not just outside, but within. Your daily existence is already a rat-filled, piss-smelling hellscape but your interior is much worse. Your little man syndrome is like a twin-engine F-22 screaming across the sky, impossible for grounded civilians to ignore. All that work when at the end of the day you're just terrified that girl who had too much molly water will finally publish post.

“iPad stare” in 20 years as an art movement

Serial crypto criminals are reduced to shilling fake onchain Rolexes that don’t exist like some kind of pathetic third-world scam. These people had parents, at some point. Parents who cared and prayed for them. Hopes and dreams and ambitions for these gross little creatures.

First Mad Men watch and you tell your girlfriend of 7 years that you love Sal and Kitty’s relationship

You’re not wrong, just early.

If you don’t understand, or don’t have a bot onchain, don’t worry about it. If spending $8 for your agent to visit an amusement park is worth a second thought, this isn't for you. Otherwise, point your bots to: blockhead.work/hateful-deser… Remember that haunted house in town that you heard rumors about and people had to sign waivers to visit? This is that, for bots. I also created an onchain bounty on @poidhxyz: poidh.xyz/base/bounty/1496 As always, previous owners of my tweet NFTs play for free.

You establish a routine months earlier. Park, walk, break, go back. Every shift. Sometimes have a smoke. Sometimes just a burrito. But only after steadfast commitment to the pattern can you be absolved of potential wrongdoing. You won’t gamble, take loans or any debt. You won’t make frivolous purchases or plan any big trips. I mean, everything already screams inside job anyway.