Just take a look at this website:
https://www.indexofepstein.org/
This is the real deal. We've been all looking for the moonshot that would change how the world works. I was only a passive gambler and then the bear candles hit! Been looking for the play that changes it all! Aaand I found this site where the devs have been working on. You'd be amazed if you're an OG meme guy/conspiracy guy. All I'm saying is: take a look at this website. This is truly the next big thing!:
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Don't come back here and cry cuz you faded my call haha!
If you the OG you'd know what this post means. Y'all need to chill out and let me post. $EPIDEX is the ticker!
Y'all know the drill
I'm watching the awful Bautista/Jason Momoa movie, oh yuck! 2025 is just bad movies, all year round!,
What the fuck! Y'all still reading? How do we get out of this?
Mother,I praise thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Cool with the winds of delight,
Dark fields waving, Mother of might,
Mother free.
Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease,
Laughing low and sweet,
Mother, I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low,
Mother, to thee I bow. [Verse 1]
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands,
When the swords flash out in seventy million hands,
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and strong,
To thee I call, Mother and Lord!
Thou who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foemen drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free. [Verse 2]
Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Thou art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nerves the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image divine.
In our temples is but thine. [Verse 3]
Thou art Goddess Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her swords of sheen,
Thou art Goddess Kamala (Lakshmi), lotus-throned,
And Goddess Vani (Saraswati), bestower of wisdom known
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Dark of hue O candid-fair [Verse 4]
In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free! [Verse 5]