All Punchline,
No Plot
I was the wizard, the clown, the fool who won too much. They call it lore, but it’s just reruns of the same bad joke. Don’t look for meaning. All you’ll find is the punchline
“Green candles, bigger yachts. The high always comes first. The emptiness always follows.”
Act I - The High
Candles burn green on sinking ships
“I wrote The Holy Exit. Not revelation. Just smoke bound in paper.”
Act II - The Faith
Every chart a scripture, every pump a prayer
"The market just grew. More acts, same tricks. The joke finally revealed itself.
Act III - The Crash
Every circus ends with fire
“They bottled hope and sold it back to themselves. I just laughed. Every circus runs on addicts.”
Act IV - The Clowns
Behind the masks, the same hollow eyes
“The curtain falls, the crowd still claps. Every act ends the same. Step right up, the punchline’s a coin.”
Act V - The Punchline
The coin is always the joke
Get The Look
I don’t dress for luck. I dress for memory. Every piece on me has survived more cycles than most traders’ convictions. These aren’t clothes — they’re reminders.
Wizard Hat
It droops now - not from loss, but from too many correct calls. Wisdom sagged under its own weight.
Pixel Glasses
“Try me.” Everyone's still squinting at the chart. I saw it years ago - now i wear these to keep the glare of stupidity out.
Cigarette
It’s not stress — it’s rhythm. The burn fills the silence between hopium.
Gold Dollar Chain
People think it’s flex. It’s mockery. A souvenir from when I still believed numbers could mean something.
Face Paint
You wear a mask long enough and it stops feeling like one. The market doesn’t reward honesty — it rewards performance.
Braces
Old habit. Something to hold me up when conviction won’t.
Red Tie
Not for business — The market's leash. I wear it red - Like the floor after another rug
Frail Posture
I bend because I’m bored, not broken. The market taught me how to fall gracefully.
Tight Trousers
Discipline stitched into fabric. Markets crash, seams hold.
Winkle Pickers
Pointed enough to remember when I cared about direction. Now I just walk in cycles with style.
"I don’t sell a look. I sell what’s left of one. Wear it if you want.
Just know it comes with the weight of knowing exactly how the story ends."
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