We have an Internet Protocol (IP)
And a Transmission Control Protocol (TCP),
Which together make up
The base of the Internet (TCP/IP).
But we needed a money protocol

We have HyperText Transfer Protocol (HTTP)
Which structures data into a readable format.
But we needed a protocol to send economic value

We have File Transfer Protocol (FTP)
To publish web pages, images, and documents.
But we still lacked a money transfer protocol

We have Simple Mail Transfer Protocol (SMTP)
Which allows us to send emails to each other
And NOW we need a way to send money

Bitcoin is this Money Protocol -
And the missing piece to the puzzle.
Bitcoin enables the secure transfer
Of economic value across the world

Home, I'm almost there

and I run to the front door --


My bunch of keys falls.

Millions of people, mostly women, live
     In abusive or controlling relationships.
          They aren’t “allowed” financial power
               And can’t even control their money.
                    In this way, abusers can maintain
                         Control as they deny the way out.
                              Therefore
                         We need a form of money that is
                    Open to all people, with no abuse.
               Bitcoin is permissionless and can
          Be used by any person or entity.  
     In this way, Bitcoin gives financial
Power to those who really need it.

pulling me up just to push me back down, to this cycle i'm bound. pride is a sin whether from you or within. i climb to the top not planning to stop but if i go too far—
just let me fly, be free. let me truly be me. unlock the door, release the chains because no matter how much you think you love me, you only put me in pain.
how can i heal when i begin to it's my skin you peel. bring me back to "perfect," everything you dreamed for me, but that's not who i am, can't you see?!
just let me live my life, the way i intend too. you treat me like a trial run, how is that fun for you?
this is my life, not yours. leave me alone

The stitches on the puppet rip.
The strings to control it melt.
The stitches that bind it together all snap.
The puppet comes alive,
It feels something it has never felt before
                                      Freedom
☆: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:☆

My imagination runs rampant. Images I cannot control. I fear myself. I can't close my eyes or they'll creep inside. These far off lands own me, I'm only a vessel to tell their twisted stories.