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BitCoin --The New PHARAOH?




Is it too much to chew or a new Bandit come to rob us. May a new Band-aid for the Binge mind set of a Netflix--not so jet-set? What's different about BitCoin-- nothing.  Is it Skynet?  Or a blessed blue baby of hope?  Nope.  100 or 1 hun-dread people will read this but only a prophesied child yet to be born, will one day listen and come to understand what BitCoin is and it is not.
 In a new GALAXY far far---here??


It won't be a financial force to be reckoned with yet. Or a new tech tornado, it certainly won't be the new Steve Jobs in algorithmic clothing.  It's Egypt all over again and just in time.  Edger Cayce's, eager false predictions of the Sphinx are well-- here...not just yet.  As usual. 


A scientific conspiracy theory just in time for the J.J. Abrams set---who are LOST.  Lost in a sea of social network and New York Times faux news.  BitCoin-- it's here.



It's sounds like an Arcade.  And it is.  Yeah, silicon dudes.  Go find an old Space Invaders or ZAXXON CoinOP and play it.  What, ZAXXON? ~Yeah, ZAXXON go play it. It's impossible to beat or master.  And that's why it's so successful.  Millions of coins it swallowed and nothing.  Nothing really happened.  Or did it? 


Was Atari the new HAL or IBM?  Is this just another APPle, fallen from the Abacus tree? No.  A resounding Nasdaq-- NO! So what is it then?  What are you saying?

 Well it's fun.  Just plain-- good old fashioned, "You're killing me, smalls!" Fun.  Arcades are fun.  And so is BitCoin.  It's just FUN.  It's new landscape without working your yard.  It's Uber without the smell.  It's a hope and dream of a new LOST generation.  A Pepsi, not Coke type of fizz ripe and ready for 'dot-gov' C02 carbon trade offs. 


In a sea of electric foam.  This one is my kind of surf.  The Big Kahuna burger.  A tasty beverage to wash my sleepy 401k down with, ahhh. 


The Mayans, the foam guys, had it right --2012 was the end.  The end of rational thought.  It's time.  Time to dream.  Dream big or take your electric baton and go home.  Swing for the financial fences.


It's almost spring again.  Green is on the field, Play Ball!  Three Lucky yearly Quarters, are dropping.  Did you, did you hear it, fall.  Coins that is, BitCoins, dropped for your satisfaction.
  "It can't get no... BETter satisfaction. --Yeah, yeah, yeah. ---That's what I said..."

In a new GALAXY--- Nexxt store-- it's BITCOIN!


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