A SELF-PROCLAIMED RENASSSIANCE ALCHEMIST
Luck of the Loom
Wandered Indiana to a little town, population four sixty-three. Still reminiscent of the dairy bar and the good old fashion ice cream. Use to walk the railing of the railroad tracks, both alleyways and neighborhoods, used to find treasure in another man's junk, like mama always said I could, And I am here to tell ya, Mississippi nor Arkansas has never been so free, so I bought a house upon a hill that felt like home to me. As I ventured into town, there sat the most vintage thrift shop one could ever imagine. When I came up to the door there it was for all to see. "The Lucky Loom!"
In the year 2006 it came to the immediate attention of an elite shadow group of puppetmasters, whom we shall refer to as the "ill-U-Me-Not-He," or 'The Counsil,' that currency in the form of cash, was no longer accepted, respected, nor under their control. 'The powers that were' came to realize that a well-known phenomenon coined "Hip-Hop" had all but monopolized and taken over the circulation and cash flow, and thus a new digital system had to be introduced.
BITCOIN SCHITMTCOIN In the year 2006 it came to the immediate attention of an elite shadow group of puppetmasters, whom we we shall refer to as the "ill-U-Me-Not-He," or 'The Counsel,' that currency in the form of cash, was no longer accepted, respected, nor under thier control.
The Family Scholar
One sunny day in Atlanta GA a young man by the named of Rashan pulled up to a Family Dollar and a child ran up and asked him if he could have a few dollars to help his mother buy food for him and his siblings. The man immediately told him no, and continued...