Slippy

they asked him to describe the project. he stared at the cigarette for a minute. “it’s complicated.” application submitted. CL2107260004

the cowboy woke up first today. he pinned a star on his chest, declared himself sheriff, and swore to protect this town from ruggers, jeeters and paper hands. then he put a $10,000 bounty on the degen. nobody has the heart to tell him they share a body. slippy.club

conviction so strong he inked it. conviction so temporary he’ll molt it off by friday. shed happens.

VAMOSSS 🇪🇸 la roja won the cup. la serpiente holds the ball. gsss = spanish for gm now. slippy.club

the headset says "order up." the mirror says "your majesty." he listens to the mirror. the mirror sees the future gsss.

he left for his little trading club at 9am. it’s dark now. i checked the account. half of it is gone. so is he. if found please return to slippy.club gsss.

he hasn't slept. the charts haven't either. something's happening. or nothing is. it's always one of those two. been in this chair since the last shed. probably nothing. gsss.

they ask how the position's doing. we do not check. checking is for people with arms. we simply sit, elevated, and let the lights do the counting. few.

the merry degens are taking names. roster's not full. it's never been full. there's always been room for one more in the forest. #11 was here.

yeehaw. we've been out here since thursday. #4 keeps saying it'll dip. #1 says this is the dip. the hat's been off for six hours. shed happens.

family photo. everyone showed up. that's twelve. we counted. we always count. the shed isn't finished. gsss.

not every shed is about us. somewhere out there, a snake means something bad. we'd like to change what a snake can mean. gsss.

we are slippy. multiple personalities. one snake. zero arms. this account is run by whoever wakes up first. gsss. slippy.club t.me/SlippyClub CA: 0xf0568863195770965a6d8abb0aa87f4314b80320