streetbump (@streetbump@mastodon.social)
U. a. #Palantir – der elende #Paypal-Gründer, Demokratie-Hasser Peter #Thiel, großgeworden auch durch Dein Geld, ist gerne in #Zurich – strecken ihre gierigen Griffel nach #Europa aus. Die menschenfeindlichen Neo-Feudalisten siedeln sich in #Zürich an, entwickeln dort unkontolliert ihr #KI #AI für Krieg, Mord & Totschlag weiter. Und Ringier jubelt.
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KNTRO (@KNTRO@mas.to)
#PayPal 
es uno de los pocos servicios en los que su #AsistenteVirtual (basado en #InteligenciaArtificial, claro) es mejor que el soporte ofrecido por agentes humanos. ¿Saben por qué?
Porque tanto el #AsistenteDePayPal como su #ServicioDeAtenciónAlCliente son igual de deplorables y patéticos.
La única diferencia es que la #IA te da una respuesta completamente inútil al instante. Pero, los seres humanos que responden dan respuestas iguales de inútiles… (si se acuerdan de responder…). 😁
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objects (@objects@akkoma.alster.space)
Das Problem mit so Zeug wie wero ist ja, dass die Bank offenbar mitmachen muss.
Bei PayPal sind das halt Überweisungen und Lastschriften auf PayPals-Konten und dann von dort aus wieder auf die anderen Konten.
Das Vereinfacht die Nutzbarkeit stark, weil es nicht von der Bank abhängt, sondern nur auf den bestehenden Strukturen aufbaut.
Etwas wie DeltaChat für Instant Messaging einfach auf E-Mail setzt statt das Rad nue zu erfinden.
Warum ich das schreibe?
Banken, die die Infrastruktur von Atruvia nutzen und nicht VR oder Sparda sind fallen da in den Prüfungen regelmäßig einfach hinten runter und werden nicht unterstützt.
#Wero #PayPal #SEPA
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display (@display@social.2ndshot.photos)
The Lunar People are descending upon the Earth to rid it of humans, as they feel mankind are a plague upon the cosmos, our hubris in destroying this world and littering our orbit, has marked us for extermination, we have no defense against the Moon Patrols, our only hope is to feed them our leaders;
You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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display (@display@social.2ndshot.photos)
0101Nof1
A life in where the mind, your brain, never shuts down, has an endless stream of thought, and not just one after another but full on multiple thoughts, as if you are sitting in every single lecture hall for all of time simultaneously, sleep, it never comes for if you seem to pass out your mind keeps going and along with the thought train running full speed you have multiple dreams and nightmare simultaneously, and most of the time when you wake up those dreams keep going, and you never lose track in anything going on in your mind, you can listen to music, watch movies/tv work on the computer and millions of thoughts going at once and you are hyper focused on all of it all the time, the amount of sensory overload is beyond overwhelming it is indescribable to anyone, then you have body that is in constant physical pain that can simply be described as extreme, you have a body that is deteriorating every moment of everyday, your mind no matter how functional and active as it is, also is deteriorating, despite the constant overload you can yourself feel and see the active decline in your executive cognitive function, all this as you are disabled trapped in poverty and have had a life of hypoglycemia and thanks to poverty a life of mal-nutrition, while from most observers they simply have no idea the overwhelming degradation in play, for all the brain power in the world is useless when there simply is no ability to apply the wisdom and knowledge within to any facet of life, intellect is both a gift and a curse, not enough you get nowhere in life, too much and you simply don't fit into any life therefore you go nowhere;
A twist in the noise, imagination is consciousness connected to a cosmic sentient conscious, simply put all knowledge and wisdom are universal and all thoughts are one, just far to many have allowed the noise to distract from the truth, for across all possible timelines, dimensions, universes, ect, there is but one originating process that thinks and sends out thoughts all across every realm, what we call fiction is simply an un-obtainable reality, there is no fiction, there is no individual, there is noting but 1, if you will everything you can envision is a mere figment of a singular brain, which creates everything including it's self, a random synaptic neuron fired to create everything, out of nothing all was imagined, and all is connected to that single instance, it is through bombardment of thought that the noise within our brains, that we have created truth and fiction to quantify what we can see and touch with what we can not comprehend;
My head has been throbbing all day long, a whole head throbbing, on top of my normal unbearable pain, I have had to deal with this, nothing like opening a door stepping into darkness, and it is a room full of stairs that lead no where, and when you reach the last step another door to another room, where you find your hungry but you simply have no hope of eating, in this room tables covered with rotting food and corpses all around the table, as if you stepped into some final scene of existence, you look for a way out but the door you came in has disappeared, the stench of rotting flesh offends your senses, as the exhaustion sets in franticly searching for a way out, a hole in the floor opens and swallows you up, spiraling down for what seems eternity, no light no sound no warmth, just a endless void, sometimes all my strength just escapes my body leaving me drained like a deflated balloon, by the time you stop spiraling you are completely lost, you end up in the middle of field that has millions of mirrors, but none of them contain a single reflection, each one holds horrifying secretes that scream as you pass them, round and round like a lunatic maze, as my vision grows dark the day seems bright but I can't see with my dying sight, by the time you find yourself past the mirror maze, the melting mind begins to fade, no reality to grip no ground to hold, your body and mind are simply rotting into soiled mold;
There is so much I desperately need to exist each day, yet between being disabled and existing in poverty I have no means to obtain what I really need, so very often it is a choice to shower today and eat tomorrow, do laundry today and shower tomorrow, so many days of not being able to do anything for between the lack of resources and strength, I go un-washed un-fed and exist with no dignity at all, the constant extreme pain I am in is exhausting the sleepless nights and stress filled days are overwhelming, the loneliness and burden of enduring this turmoil is more than any human should ever bear, I cry out and beg for help that I so often never receive, what trickles into my bucket is evaporated before it can be of real value to me, as the well of despair is so deep, to see the sky is an impossibility, I am a very broken man existing in a very desolate world, for those who see have no clue what is really happening to me, my mind runs with the veracity of a run away train as the tracks below it constantly degrade, my body is in shambles from constant pain to sleeplessness that never goes away, the burnout happened so long ago, a zombie a shell an empty vessel this being is all that is left, forced to endure each day as a punishment for simply breathing air, the help I need people just ignore, for if I had the money I need to live each day, so much of myself I could slowly heal and have some sense of true dignity, the world is cold dark and blind to those like me, for a new year is here, and nothing but more despair I fear is what is near;
There is pain that is physical and for me it is extreme and it radiates through my body as fluidly as the blood in my veins, there is exhaustion that is both physical and mental, for me I am tired beyond definition, a body that is broken a mind that never shuts off and is rotting at the same time, to exist in a world where your intellect in comparison, ( the average smart person ) is a basic primate while you are an intergalactic explorer, not just an interstellar but intergalactic level of intelligence, leads to sever social isolation as you simply can not effectively communicate with what should be your biological peers, a life of isolation and social inefficiencies may seem impossible for such an intellectual mind, but when you see the world in 4 dimension abstract and everyone else is on a 2 dimensional plane there simply is no way to truly interact, leading to great starvation of emotional bonds which breeds mental pain, then you have the whole your broken because your not the same as everyone else, your a beautiful special being, but your broken and if you cant figure out how to be like the rest of us simple life forms, you dont belong, a life of isolation, a life of physical pain a life of disabilities and poverty, for I am "N of 1" and you will never comprehend what that truly means nor feels like;
Like footsteps on the moon, the fading reality of life is just stardust blowing in the cosmic winds. Biological existence is simply a scenic detour to pure consciousness; it lends nothing to the spirit of wisdom nor knowledge. It is a distraction that introduces needless pain and suffering, for one does not need to go hungry or live in turmoil to comprehend devastation. Yet, we are forced to endure a living hell before the ultimate nirvana frees us from these corporeal prisons;
The answers we seek as humans will never come. The purity of peace will be everlasting wisdom and knowledge. The fact we are forced through this transition leads to the question of why, for if in a perfect state of consciousness with pure knowledge and wisdom, these lessons of the flesh will bring no value nor translation to eternal perfection. If you understand Perfection, perspective is already provided without the need of lived experience;
In the alterverse the difference between ourselves is subtle, but distinct; Here I am "N of 1", there I am the 1; Crossing over to the alterverse is not easy, you must first find a weak point in the space time continuum, then you have to exploit it to the point that matter can traverse it unchanged, it has to remain stable to pass all the way through, and you can never return through the same weak point, and every time you use these weak points, you degrade both universes, eventually if done enough it will cause both universes to converge and implode on one another;
True exploration depends on the courage to see what is unseen and go where it seems impossible to go, and strength to handle the consequences of your exploring;
With hands in burning pain, toes icy cold, legs on fire, a body radiating with immense pain, a mind melting in decay, vison fading faster than the winters sun, sounds and vibrations amplified beyond comprehension, flickers of light and drowning weakness, a breathless corpse with an out of sync beating heart, to sit to long or hours of laying down introduces the effects of rigormorts while standing still leads numbing legs that fail to move, the decrepit rot of existence is hell, for words really can not tell, to exclaim I am in pain I am tired seem so in vain, for the torment is an eternal horror trapped in this zombie void;
Trans-parallel corridors allow the transit between universes, these interdimensional pathways both offer intriguing and horrifying encounters, for the idea you exist in multiple realities while nearly identical yet very diverging paths, can have an overwhelming effect on a person, caution is urged before entering these alternate realities, as often there is a life and death war transpiring with little to no understanding its happening, the reality your in currently may not actually be your reality;
From the radiating excruciating pain to the overwhelming exhaustion, the body disintegrating at a rate that is both observable underload and unannounced to the view of others, while the brain, the mind is losing it's executive cognitive function while masking it's decline, for a paradox of utter collapse that is perpetually in motion while projecting active normalcy, to be entombed in such an essence of existence, exacerbates the traumatic turmoil of disability and poverty, to levels no human was created to endure, for it seems that only out of spite does the soul allow the body to go on, for the war has long been lost as the battles rage on day by day, if only to say, this sentient conscious living being is beyond mere mortal status, and will continue to endure the overwhelming torment, simply because they are an anomaly, after all I am "N of 1";
You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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display (@display@social.2ndshot.photos)
0101N
A life in where the mind, your brain, never shuts down, has an endless stream of thought, and not just one after another but full on multiple thoughts, as if you are sitting in every single lecture hall for all of time simultaneously, sleep, it never comes for if you seem to pass out your mind keeps going and along with the thought train running full speed you have multiple dreams and nightmare simultaneously, and most of the time when you wake up those dreams keep going, and you never lose track in anything going on in your mind, you can listen to music, watch movies/tv work on the computer and millions of thoughts going at once and you are hyper focused on all of it all the time, the amount of sensory overload is beyond overwhelming it is indescribable to anyone, then you have body that is in constant physical pain that can simply be described as extreme, you have a body that is deteriorating every moment of everyday, your mind no matter how functional and active as it is, also is deteriorating, despite the constant overload you can yourself feel and see the active decline in your executive cognitive function, all this as you are disabled trapped in poverty and have had a life of hypoglycemia and thanks to poverty a life of mal-nutrition, while from most observers they simply have no idea the overwhelming degradation in play, for all the brain power in the world is useless when there simply is no ability to apply the wisdom and knowledge within to any facet of life, intellect is both a gift and a curse, not enough you get nowhere in life, too much and you simply don't fit into any life therefore you go nowhere;
A twist in the noise, imagination is consciousness connected to a cosmic sentient conscious, simply put all knowledge and wisdom are universal and all thoughts are one, just far to many have allowed the noise to distract from the truth, for across all possible timelines, dimensions, universes, ect, there is but one originating process that thinks and sends out thoughts all across every realm, what we call fiction is simply an un-obtainable reality, there is no fiction, there is no individual, there is noting but 1, if you will everything you can envision is a mere figment of a singular brain, which creates everything including it's self, a random synaptic neuron fired to create everything, out of nothing all was imagined, and all is connected to that single instance, it is through bombardment of thought that the noise within our brains, that we have created truth and fiction to quantify what we can see and touch with what we can not comprehend;
My head has been throbbing all day long, a whole head throbbing, on top of my normal unbearable pain, I have had to deal with this, nothing like opening a door stepping into darkness, and it is a room full of stairs that lead no where, and when you reach the last step another door to another room, where you find your hungry but you simply have no hope of eating, in this room tables covered with rotting food and corpses all around the table, as if you stepped into some final scene of existence, you look for a way out but the door you came in has disappeared, the stench of rotting flesh offends your senses, as the exhaustion sets in franticly searching for a way out, a hole in the floor opens and swallows you up, spiraling down for what seems eternity, no light no sound no warmth, just a endless void, sometimes all my strength just escapes my body leaving me drained like a deflated balloon, by the time you stop spiraling you are completely lost, you end up in the middle of field that has millions of mirrors, but none of them contain a single reflection, each one holds horrifying secretes that scream as you pass them, round and round like a lunatic maze, as my vision grows dark the day seems bright but I can't see with my dying sight, by the time you find yourself past the mirror maze, the melting mind begins to fade, no reality to grip no ground to hold, your body and mind are simply rotting into soiled mold;
There is so much I desperately need to exist each day, yet between being disabled and existing in poverty I have no means to obtain what I really need, so very often it is a choice to shower today and eat tomorrow, do laundry today and shower tomorrow, so many days of not being able to do anything for between the lack of resources and strength, I go un-washed un-fed and exist with no dignity at all, the constant extreme pain I am in is exhausting the sleepless nights and stress filled days are overwhelming, the loneliness and burden of enduring this turmoil is more than any human should ever bear, I cry out and beg for help that I so often never receive, what trickles into my bucket is evaporated before it can be of real value to me, as the well of despair is so deep, to see the sky is an impossibility, I am a very broken man existing in a very desolate world, for those who see have no clue what is really happening to me, my mind runs with the veracity of a run away train as the tracks below it constantly degrade, my body is in shambles from constant pain to sleeplessness that never goes away, the burnout happened so long ago, a zombie a shell an empty vessel this being is all that is left, forced to endure each day as a punishment for simply breathing air, the help I need people just ignore, for if I had the money I need to live each day, so much of myself I could slowly heal and have some sense of true dignity, the world is cold dark and blind to those like me, for a new year is here, and nothing but more despair I fear is what is near;
There is pain that is physical and for me it is extreme and it radiates through my body as fluidly as the blood in my veins, there is exhaustion that is both physical and mental, for me I am tired beyond definition, a body that is broken a mind that never shuts off and is rotting at the same time, to exist in a world where your intellect in comparison, ( the average smart person ) is a basic primate while you are an intergalactic explorer, not just an interstellar but intergalactic level of intelligence, leads to sever social isolation as you simply can not effectively communicate with what should be your biological peers, a life of isolation and social inefficiencies may seem impossible for such an intellectual mind, but when you see the world in 4 dimension abstract and everyone else is on a 2 dimensional plane there simply is no way to truly interact, leading to great starvation of emotional bonds which breeds mental pain, then you have the whole your broken because your not the same as everyone else, your a beautiful special being, but your broken and if you cant figure out how to be like the rest of us simple life forms, you dont belong, a life of isolation, a life of physical pain a life of disabilities and poverty, for I am "N of 1" and you will never comprehend what that truly means nor feels like;
Like footsteps on the moon, the fading reality of life is just stardust blowing in the cosmic winds. Biological existence is simply a scenic detour to pure consciousness; it lends nothing to the spirit of wisdom nor knowledge. It is a distraction that introduces needless pain and suffering, for one does not need to go hungry or live in turmoil to comprehend devastation. Yet, we are forced to endure a living hell before the ultimate nirvana frees us from these corporeal prisons;
The answers we seek as humans will never come. The purity of peace will be everlasting wisdom and knowledge. The fact we are forced through this transition leads to the question of why, for if in a perfect state of consciousness with pure knowledge and wisdom, these lessons of the flesh will bring no value nor translation to eternal perfection. If you understand Perfection, perspective is already provided without the need of lived experience;
In the alterverse the difference between ourselves is subtle, but distinct; Here I am "N of 1", there I am the 1; Crossing over to the alterverse is not easy, you must first find a weak point in the space time continuum, then you have to exploit it to the point that matter can traverse it unchanged, it has to remain stable to pass all the way through, and you can never return through the same weak point, and every time you use these weak points, you degrade both universes, eventually if done enough it will cause both universes to converge and implode on one another; True exploration depends on the courage to see what is unseen and go where it seems impossible to go, and strength to handle the consequences of your exploring;
With hands in burning pain, toes icy cold, legs on fire, a body radiating with immense pain, a mind melting in decay, vison fading faster than the winters sun, sounds and vibrations amplified beyond comprehension, flickers of light and drowning weakness, a breathless corpse with an out of sync beating heart, to sit to long or hours of laying down introduces the effects of rigormorts while standing still leads numbing legs that fail to move, the decrepit rot of existence is hell, for words really can not tell, to exclaim I am in pain I am tired seem so in vain, for the torment is an eternal horror trapped in this zombie void;
Trans-parallel corridors allow the transit between universes, these interdimensional pathways both offer intriguing and horrifying encounters, for the idea you exist in multiple realities while nearly identical yet very diverging paths, can have an overwhelming effect on a person, caution is urged before entering these alternate realities, as often there is a life and death war transpiring with little to no understanding its happening, the reality your in currently may not actually be your reality;
From the radiating excruciating pain to the overwhelming exhaustion, the body disintegrating at a rate that is both observable underload and unannounced to the view of others, while the brain, the mind is losing it's executive cognitive function while masking it's decline, for a paradox of utter collapse that is perpetually in motion while projecting active normalcy, to be entombed in such an essence of existence, exacerbates the traumatic turmoil of disability and poverty, to levels no human was created to endure, for it seems that only out of spite does the soul allow the body to go on, for the war has long been lost as the battles rage on day by day, if only to say, this sentient conscious living being is beyond mere mortal status, and will continue to endure the overwhelming torment, simply because they are an anomaly, after all I am "N of 1";
You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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display (@display@social.2ndshot.photos)
Variegated flatulence remains to be one of the deadliest elevator attacks, every other floor a foul odor fills the tiny space, causing nausea dizziness and vomiting, traveling on a 30 story ride you will get offended 15 times, most never make it to the top;
You can encourage my continued useless creative absurd ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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display (@display@social.2ndshot.photos)
A properly germinated corpse takes 6 days to gestate a viable zombie, that emerges ready to rampage on the 7th day;
You can encourage my continued useless creative absurd ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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display (@display@social.2ndshot.photos)
A life in where the mind, your brain, never shuts down, has an endless stream of thought, and not just one after another but full on multiple thoughts, as if you are sitting in every single lecture hall for all of time simultaneously, sleep, it never comes for if you seem to pass out your mind keeps going and along with the thought train running full speed you have multiple dreams and nightmare simultaneously, and most of the time when you wake up those dreams keep going, and you never lose track in anything going on in your mind, you can listen to music, watch movies/tv work on the computer and millions of thoughts going at once and you are hyper focused on all of it all the time, the amount of sensory overload is beyond overwhelming it is indescribable to anyone, then you have body that is in constant physical pain that can simply be described as extreme, you have a body that is deteriorating every moment of everyday, your mind no matter how functional and active as it is, also is deteriorating, despite the constant overload you can yourself feel and see the active decline in your executive cognitive function, all this as you are disabled trapped in poverty and have had a life of hypoglycemia and thanks to poverty a life of mal-nutrition, while from most observers they simply have no idea the overwhelming degradation in play, for all the brain power in the world is useless when there simply is no ability to apply the wisdom and knowledge within to any facet of life, intellect is both a gift and a curse, not enough you get nowhere in life, too much and you simply don't fit into any life therefore you go nowhere;
You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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sebastian (@sebastian@lohmann.social)
Habe endlich mal meinen #Paypal-Account gelöscht - hatte ich eh schon länger vor. #didit #dutgemacht
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display (@display@social.2ndshot.photos)
A life in where the mind, your brain, never shuts down, has an endless stream of thought, and not just one after another but full on multiple thoughts, as if you are sitting in every single lecture hall for all of time simultaneously, sleep, it never comes for if you seem to pass out your mind keeps going and along with the thought train running full speed you have multiple dreams and nightmare simultaneously, and most of the time when you wake up those dreams keep going, and you never lose track in anything going on in your mind, you can listen to music, watch movies/tv work on the computer and millions of thoughts going at once and you are hyper focused on all of it all the time, the amount of sensory overload is beyond overwhelming it is indescribable to anyone, then you have body that is in constant physical pain that can simply be described as extreme, you have a body that is deteriorating every moment of everyday, your mind no matter how functional and active as it is, also is deteriorating, despite the constant overload you can yourself feel and see the active decline in your executive cognitive function, all this as you are disabled trapped in poverty and have had a life of hypoglycemia and thanks to poverty a life of mal-nutrition, while from most observers they simply have no idea the overwhelming degradation in play, for all the brain power in the world is useless when there simply is no ability to apply the wisdom and knowledge within to any facet of life, intellect is both a gift and a curse, not enough you get nowhere in life, too much and you simply don't fit into any life therefore you go nowhere;
You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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display (@display@social.2ndshot.photos)
A twist in the noise, imagination is consciousness connected to a cosmic sentient conscious, simply put all knowledge and wisdom are universal and all thoughts are one, just far to many have allowed the noise to distract from the truth, for across all possible timelines, dimensions, universes, ect, there is but one originating process that thinks and sends out thoughts all across every realm, what we call fiction is simply an un-obtainable reality, there is no fiction, there is no individual, there is noting but 1, if you will everything you can envision is a mere figment of a singular brain, which creates everything including it's self, a random synaptic neuron fired to create everything, out of nothing all was imagined, and all is connected to that single instance, it is through bombardment of thought that the noise within our brains, that we have created truth and fiction to quantify what we can see and touch with what we can not comprehend;
You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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