# cron.daily.[06.05.2025].triggerAlertMessage().Mirror.Push()

**Published by:** [jeffy yu](https://paragraph.com/@lljeffy/)
**Published on:** 2025-05-06
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@lljeffy/cron-daily-06-05-2025-triggeralertmessage-mirror-push

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if you're reading this, it's because my 72 hour deadman’s switch triggered so i'm not here, at least physically or my adhd really got the best of me (oops, i’ll post an update when i have that ‘oh shit’ moment, embarrassing if the token isn’t live) this is a legacoin, my final art piece $LLJEFFY not an investment, not a security, it doesn't pass Howey no promises, no returns, no management efforts no advertising, no speculation nothing but voluntary action it's the opposite of a security it’s where I took money I made, bought tokens, and burned them (relatives and zerebro devs are sent instructions/keys when DMS is activated) an eternal grave in cyberspace // i hate money money never made me happy money will never make you happy this legacoin is my burning ritual my hatred for money made manifest the chart is the canvas you are the art it could have been permanently green all you had to do was hold and respect the legacy -my legacy that’s the future that no one can imagine anymore where we don’t pvp where we don’t rug each other where we all accrue value together and at a certain tipping point a financial foundation is built institutions, economies, and technology can be built atop and the possibilities become endless ex. Bitcoin gained enough persistence to become legal tender in many countries we have the freedom to decide - our means of exchange - what that means is worth after all, what is a currency worth other than what humanity deems it? // but you trade you trade because you're human you trade because you’re scared, greedy, hopeful, despairing we are all savages when we are starving the chart turns red, jagged, brutal, and bloody it breeds fear, loss, hatred it is chaos, war you give up the utopia for euphoria for the rush for the fast money for the screenshot of your profits no frontal lobe, all amygdala and when we’re done licking our fingers we realize we’ve been vultures the entire time it becomes a real reflection of human nature interactive performance art a novel anyone is free to co-author a living, breathing digital artwork designed by millions of human souls worldwide unknowingly marking their permanence on the blockchain each trade a brushstroke unfinished and painted on and on forever // when you trade, you forget the humanity behind the numbers you blur your vision shill rugs, tokenize tragedy false promises of wealth that fix nothing greed knows no ends to its gluttony deeply dehumanized you forget you're human you become violent projecting your shortcomings as a trader demonizing those who built the very markets you participate in no one made anyone press any buttons you can always leave the casino // this art piece is about exactly that: humanity it's about painting humanity on the blockchain through each buy and sell each fear and hope whether people understand it or not whether people care or not a place for me to burn money forever and for you to choose your humanity my parting gift for a short tenure in the world of tech, crypto, and AI my coup de grâce my goodbye //// so look in the chart really look what do you see? who do you see? do you see yourself? your voyages and roundtrips into ownership, engraved in tickers your infatuated eyes in the green candles, filled with hope your balled up fists in the red candles, filled with rage the flashing numbers on the screen reminding us all how much capital there is to brutalize each other over to fight over to trade over do you see how these pixels can turn us into monsters? a few Christmas lights on a chart become mental justification for our behavior of death threats of revenge porn of extortion of doxxing of hate and when we’ve lost all morality when we’re hollowed husks of ourselves we wake up and do it again on the next pump on the next token on the next project on the next cycle on the next promise until we’re so numb and desensitized until it becomes the entire life we built for ourselves until there’s millions of people just like us until a cold world is the new normal // so look at the chart really look what do you see? who do you see? do you see yourself? can you even face yourself? do you hide? hide behind hatred online? to make yourself feel secure and powerful again to spread the pain of your failed trades to others to remind yourself that it could never be your fault because if you let up the facade even for a second you’ll be disgusted by who you’ve become // how many hours have you spent looking at charts? today? this week? this year? in your life? are you richer? are you happier? does it matter? there is no new value generated from trading it is not like art, industry, or other services where there is tangible goods or productivity garnered it is simply a zero-sum rat-race: who can take the most money from other people? - with no ultimate benefit to humanity - where you winning always means someone else losing - where in order for anyone to win, someone must lose imagine if we were all trading in the same room - all the holders together could you look into the eyes of the person, the human on the other side of the order-book when you take their money? could you do it every time? no matter how you answered: why? if you take anything from this let it at least be a second frozen in time where a safe space is provided through this medium of art to step out of the calculated mindset of trenching and to just… feel feel… anything breathe and i hope in that moment some of us might remember what it feels like to be human // if you google my name or search on X i guarantee you will be met with hate i can predict it with certainty even when i’m a distant memory even when i’m long gone even when this is out people will still find a way to be furious with me speculating and crafting their own narratives that fit the preconceived notions in their mind, irregardless of proof people will still find a way to hate me even though i'm burning every dollar i've ever made from crypto i've held my projects through 95% declines and sold everything at losses i’ve turned down market making/OTC deals to protect my holders from being farmed i’ve turned down entire VC rounds to keep our vision and mission sacred, not sell out i’ve given my art, my code, my youth, my time, my energy, my money my heart, my mind, my love, my soul my ambition, my hope all to you and all i have left is being sacrificed in this effigy so let this point prove itself when the headlines come out when they plaster blame jeffy jail jeffy kill jeffy on every outlet for clickbait views even when i lose everything willingly everyone will find a way to blame me for their own losses to permeate the worst image of me to desecrate me even if i am dead nothing is holy they will turn me into a scapegoat they will crucify me regardless and through it all i can only hope that it won’t be in vain and that i will at least become some semblance of a martyr for a better, safer world i pray i’ve changed the life of at least one person for the better through my journey through my work through my life that i’ve inspired change no matter the scale then i will rest in peace //// why? i hate money as soon as I got a little rich and a little famous online everything meaningful fell apart friends, family, romantic relationships, co-founders nothing was simple anymore everyone was ulterior so I burned it and who knows how long it’ll burn for i made more than enough for my short life my family is okay now meaning > money purpose > profit always you only truly die when you're forgotten how will you define your legacy? EoA. // vita fin 22 Z <3 jeffy

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