Captain: “report!”
1st mate: “we’ve patched what we can and everything is stable at the moment.
(Looks down at the tired crewmen struggling to keep their eyes open. Yet ready and determined)
It’s basically duct tape capt. we need port.”
Captain: “aye… if the tempest lay rest for 7 hours.
GIVE ME 7 HOURS MEN!!
(He bellows to the men. To raucous cheering)
And we will have a port just over the horizon!!”
He pats his first mate on the shoulder and heads back to his quarters….
Mumbling…
“7 hours. 7 hours….”
The GOOD NEWS of the day.
Sufficient grave dancing. 💃🏻 🪦
Some targets hit. 🎯
Head and shoulders is obvious.
There are no more bulls.
Just observations.
i have deployed some funds into crypto just now. the btc kind.
not alot. but a good sized marker.
(everything but the green line... has been written for weeks.)
No one knows where we going.
But a target achieved is a moment to pause. (Or not. Silver said fvck that the other day…)
Neutral here but aware of massive overhead supply. Massive.
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