Medev

There were times, but now only hope seems to remain.

At this pace, you won’t even manage to take a bite—you’ll end up only with a grave.

The process is ongoing, you're sleeping, something is moving over there—oh, how it's moving.
You can already buy everything you can, but otherwise, you won't buy anything.

WHAT'S THERE TO HOLD, THEY DO NOTHING, ONE OR TWO HALF-LIVES, YOU'LL SEE THAT THEY GROW BECAUSE THEY GROW SOMETHING ELSE, AND THAT'S NOT NEEDED BY ANYONE, IT'S JUST THERE AND THAT'S ALL

It probably will be like that overall, with just a small percentage.

It will become cheaper😀

Within a person, there is one truth: to be human your entire life, no matter how hard it is—whether in hunger or cold—always remain human.

I have some wishes, I don't know who to tell, who sleeps with the numbers without putting them in bed, for each % now it's summer, the weather is there, we also have berries, mushrooms, and such, that's why life is about what it is, in the end, it all comes down to spending time on health and everything around. Now it's the time for 3 months of suffering, for what reason, invest there, and those who will die, those who will perish, so that you can understand how happy you are.

How to scale Pharaoh, he's very smart, no one will get anything, only trash will remain on the streets, haha.

Everything is important—we’re all just people. They won’t let us get rich; we won’t become that. I think we shouldn’t shame ourselves: what they’re thinking over there, even though you’re asleep, is about you—while you’re paying money for what, exactly?

Everyone knows what each person is really living for—whether to live or not.
He glosses over himself, then tries to gloss over other people; but other people are other people.
Is he forced to act this way, or does he want to be a special person?
Because everything will come to an end.

It’s a shame, colche—I gave them a loaf of bread-bun for a little, and they turned everything around into lies. And in the end, I’m “100 bread,” and they live like nothing, as if nothing ever happened. People, humans—how can it be sometimes? And I just give them money so they can eat bread.

ADA was created in what year, it doesn’t matter. Who it was made for, what it was made for—it doesn’t matter. Why even bother with interests? I didn’t get any coins. I only kept investing money to end up with losses. They grow when it’s beneficial to their companies—generally, it’s all like that there. But you’re not “the one”; they all are. You put in money, and they have money, and they eat—this bread—over the course of these years. It’s the same deb—just toilet paper. And they sit there like mathematicians, and what about it? And they tell you, “And you give them money, and they give you—al

Let me show you the invested funds—am I a fool or what? I put it in, and they say it melts like ice everywhere—in all the markets. Everyone is looking for their own benefit, not for people. We’ve got programmers—what can you get? The owner, the master, the tsar, the sovereign.

The system doesn’t generate any profit; the invested funds are being lost every day—we’re losing 75%. Maybe there’s something we can do about this. This is the future of cryptocurrency. I’m already kind of hoping I could be rich.

There is a base, and there is something there that consists of plastic, and there is a chip in it. And they say that you have to pay just for that—to be just that there: a piece of iron, a piece of plastic, and a piece of … this is what connects everything.

Oh, that tiny currency—DXP. I’d like to save electricity. How should I say it better? But he’s got access to everything. And what’s there—3 batteries, and so on—and to prove it, we’ll remember it: those yellow passwords come from somewhere.

They’ll bring people down and then say it was a hack, or that they themselves connected with those people. It’s not certain, though—everyone may be able to do it for the sake of getting rewards, and you are nobody; the exchange will make a request. That takes time—long investigations—and the money has already been wasted.

What does it mean? You’re paying so it gets better, but he’s taking 50% for himself—then another similar guy also bit into it, and in the end you pay up dollars, but they’re not really there at all.

It’s my bread, for all these months—people say that those in non-skyscrapers live like gods, but we—give, give, yeah, come on, give.