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
