A romanian forex scammer sits on the steps of a flooded casino clutching the sweaty palm of a ballerina turned solidity dev. A 20 foot window collapses behind them, the shards miraculously scatter to avoid impaling two puppies that are having sex. A ket-ruined telegram mod and a guy claiming he invented $DOGE but lives in a shipping container with no electricity are trading the same 5 keychains back and forth hoping to hit the perfect combination. They all sleep in the space between fairybaby420’s finger and his wedding ring.

A green troll with a soft name.

He skulks the room like a phantom that got bored of hiding.

Posting memes, doing CTOs, dropping 400 jpegs of melted household objects and calling it a protocol.

The core is a frog covered in syrup leaping the moment you lunge to catch it. every project contradicts the last one. every message frayed. you try to track him soft and green and suddenly he’s somewhere else building a fake accelerator for guppies, posting a chart of water bottle prices with the caption “liquidity trap”.

he doesn’t see a split between NFT art and memecoin gambling. everything is part of the same motion. either you wake up bathing in the feed or you’re not. that’s the only filter that matters

a jpg of a broken sandal a lowercase word like glow a render of a duck smoking a usb stick

the drops feel like they were made by 12 different people who never met and forgot what the project was called. sometimes it’s fashion sometimes it’s data sometimes it’s a joke that gets taken too far and drains a wallet.

there are no reveals no themes no message to decode. just residue. posts. files. loops. a shape that keeps changing faster than you can describe it.

- Jared Madere