The potato
He came out of the ground with the face already on him. The farmer put him back. He came out again.
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Six things happened to him. The films don't explain them either.
He came out of the ground with the face already on him. The farmer put him back. He came out again.
Concrete, one high window, a warm can on the floor. Nobody ever told him the charge. He never once asked.
Nobody delivered them and nobody explained them. He didn't ask and he didn't argue. He left through a window too small for him.
He could have flown it. He worked a trawler instead, a full season, and told nobody what he was. A thing with wings can still take the slow way.
A light went up over a city that had never asked for him. He answered it in a cape that didn't fit. He was the wrong shape for the job. He did the job.
Same potato. Same face. Same total absence of explanation. There's a ticker under it now.
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Buy by address, never by ticker. Anyone can mint a token called $POTATOECAT in about forty seconds and plenty will. Check this string against the one pinned on the official account before you swap.
Four steps. Ten minutes if it's your first time, two if it isn't.
Phantom or Solflare — extension on desktop, app on phone. Write the seed phrase on paper and never type it into anything.
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Nudge slippage up a notch, confirm, then go and do something else for a while.