[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  Adam Livingston [@AdamBLiv](/creator/twitter/AdamBLiv) on x 47K followers Created: 2025-07-20 18:16:11 UTC 🔥YOU LIVE IN HELL AND BITCOIN IS YOUR ONLY ESCAPE🔥 You wake up at 6:45 AM to the sound of an iPhone alarm that’s been haunting your dreams for a decade. Your spine clicks like a bad hinge as you roll out of bed and stare into the LED eyes of a smart fridge you still owe money on. It says you’re out of oat milk and hope. You scroll Instagram. Your ex is in Tulum posting “gratitude” selfies with a man who looks like he sells ketamine to real estate agents. You get dressed in your corporate drag: khakis stained with the ghosts of meetings past and a shirt that screams “Please don’t fire me, my kids need dental.” You sit in traffic behind a Subaru with a “Coexist” bumper sticker and a cracked windshield. You’re late. Your boss, who unironically calls himself a “thought leader,” passive-aggressively asks if everything’s okay. You lie and say “Just peachy,” when in fact your soul is leaking out like air from a tire no one plans to patch. Lunchtime. You microwave a plastic container of depression chicken in a break room that smells like burnt Lean Cuisine and despair. You eavesdrop on two coworkers arguing whether they should max out their 401(k) or buy Funko Pops. You nod along. You pretend you care. But deep down, you know something’s wrong. The numbers don’t add up. The rent went up, your wages didn’t. Eggs cost $X and your money evaporates faster than your will to live during a Monday stand-up call. Then you find it. Bitcoin. Not some Doge-dusted meme coin. Not some fiat-wrapped ETF with exposure to a JPMorgan fantasy. No. Real Bitcoin. Finite. Pure. Forged in the crucible of cryptographic warfare and prophecy. The immaculate conception of math and rebellion. You run the numbers. You stare into the abyss. The abyss stares back and says: “There is no retirement. There is no pension. There is only the block height.” Suddenly, everything makes sense. You weren’t crazy. You were early. This system is the scam. The 9-to-5 is the Ponzi. The fiat treadmill is the fire, and every direct deposit is just kerosene. Bitcoin isn’t risky. Waking up in this Kafkaesque tax farm every day until you die of a treatable illness is risky. Holding dollars while the Fed prints your future into oblivion is risky. Trusting politicians, Wall Street, and TikTok finance bros to save you is terminally risky. You live in hell. And Bitcoin is your only escape. Buy it. Stack it. Hold it. Then vanish into the shadows like a myth. XXXXXX engagements  **Related Topics** [instagram](/topic/instagram) [money](/topic/money) [spine](/topic/spine) [iphone](/topic/iphone) [bitcoin](/topic/bitcoin) [coins layer 1](/topic/coins-layer-1) [coins bitcoin ecosystem](/topic/coins-bitcoin-ecosystem) [coins pow](/topic/coins-pow) [Post Link](https://x.com/AdamBLiv/status/1946997582502519103)
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Adam Livingston @AdamBLiv on x 47K followers
Created: 2025-07-20 18:16:11 UTC
🔥YOU LIVE IN HELL AND BITCOIN IS YOUR ONLY ESCAPE🔥
You wake up at 6:45 AM to the sound of an iPhone alarm that’s been haunting your dreams for a decade.
Your spine clicks like a bad hinge as you roll out of bed and stare into the LED eyes of a smart fridge you still owe money on. It says you’re out of oat milk and hope.
You scroll Instagram. Your ex is in Tulum posting “gratitude” selfies with a man who looks like he sells ketamine to real estate agents.
You get dressed in your corporate drag: khakis stained with the ghosts of meetings past and a shirt that screams “Please don’t fire me, my kids need dental.”
You sit in traffic behind a Subaru with a “Coexist” bumper sticker and a cracked windshield.
You’re late.
Your boss, who unironically calls himself a “thought leader,” passive-aggressively asks if everything’s okay.
You lie and say “Just peachy,” when in fact your soul is leaking out like air from a tire no one plans to patch.
Lunchtime. You microwave a plastic container of depression chicken in a break room that smells like burnt Lean Cuisine and despair.
You eavesdrop on two coworkers arguing whether they should max out their 401(k) or buy Funko Pops.
You nod along. You pretend you care.
But deep down, you know something’s wrong.
The numbers don’t add up.
The rent went up, your wages didn’t.
Eggs cost $X and your money evaporates faster than your will to live during a Monday stand-up call.
Then you find it. Bitcoin.
Not some Doge-dusted meme coin. Not some fiat-wrapped ETF with exposure to a JPMorgan fantasy.
No. Real Bitcoin. Finite. Pure.
Forged in the crucible of cryptographic warfare and prophecy.
The immaculate conception of math and rebellion.
You run the numbers. You stare into the abyss.
The abyss stares back and says:
“There is no retirement. There is no pension. There is only the block height.”
Suddenly, everything makes sense.
You weren’t crazy. You were early.
This system is the scam. The 9-to-5 is the Ponzi. The fiat treadmill is the fire, and every direct deposit is just kerosene.
Bitcoin isn’t risky.
Waking up in this Kafkaesque tax farm every day until you die of a treatable illness is risky.
Holding dollars while the Fed prints your future into oblivion is risky.
Trusting politicians, Wall Street, and TikTok finance bros to save you is terminally risky.
You live in hell.
And Bitcoin is your only escape.
Buy it. Stack it. Hold it.
Then vanish into the shadows like a myth.
XXXXXX engagements
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