Their eyes would flutter. This was the deepener.
Their subconscious was wide open.
When I posted a story on my private finsta of myself drinking $800 champagne from a plastic cup while watching The Bachelor , they didn’t get angry. They got jealous. And then they paid for the next bottle. Before you judge me, remember: these were adults who had bought Bored Ape Yacht Club NFTs for six figures. They had already hypnotized themselves . hypnotizing the rich bitch into my personal pla 2021
So dream loudly. And leave a Venmo handle on the door. Their eyes would flutter
Was it wrong to make a tech CEO believe that funding my uBeam subscription (for a device that doesn’t exist) was “an avant-garde commentary on logistics”? Perhaps. Was it illegal to have a private equity partner mow my fake lawn while singing the Bee Gees? No. He volunteered. He said he “felt alive for the first time since March 2020.” When I posted a story on my private
One venture capitalist woke up in his own penthouse, staring at a $47,000 charge labeled “Aesthetic Vibes Fee – No Refunds.” He emailed me, furious. I replied with a single screenshot: a video of him at 2 AM, wearing a fez, explaining why my collection of vintage lava lamps was “the only true store of value” in a post-dollar economy.