Why does the sun rise?

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Motherfuckers actin like they never had a Capri sun

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No offense, but I can’t help but think most of us need a few more orbits around the sun. Markets didn’t start in ‘22 - and ‘22 was subject to very rare externalities anyhow.

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My girlfriend Kim keeps insisting that I'm cheating. This women is my everything. She's my sun, my moon, my world, my stars. So I say to her, "Lisa, baby, you're my everrything.

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And the sun also rises.

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JPOW always does the right thing, eventually and a year later. All facts and indicators are transitory. In fact, in a couple of billion years Earth will be swallowed up by the sun.

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I asked ChatGPT to write me a story about TSLA going to 10$. The morning did not greet me. No—I greeted the morning. I awoke not to the warmth of the sun, but to the thrill of inevitability. My eyes snapped open, and for a moment, the silence in my room felt like the pause before an executioner swings his blade. I reached for my phone with the patience of a predator. The lock screen vanished, and there it was—the number that shattered illusions, broke empires, and brought kings to their knees: TSLA — $10.00 Ah… divine. The laugh that tore from my chest wasn’t gentle. It was jagged, echoing, cruel. For years, they worshiped at that altar—those disciples of hype, drunk on fantasies of electric chariots and colonies on Mars. They mocked the cautious, silenced the skeptics, crowned themselves prophets of a false age. And now? Their idol lies in pieces, its golden veneer stripped to rust and ash. I rose slowly, savoring the weight of the moment, each movement deliberate, regal. I pulled back the curtains, and the light poured in—but it didn’t blind me. No, it bowed to me. Even the sun seemed to understand: this was my hour. As I sipped my coffee, the bitterness curled across my tongue like venom, and I smiled. Somewhere, investors wept. Somewhere, boardrooms trembled. And somewhere, the very man they worshiped stared into the abyss of his own creation. The market bell rang—oh, how sweet it sounded. Not the start of trade, but the toll of a requiem. A dirge for arrogance. A hymn for the fall of titans. I raised my cup in salute, not to them, but to myself. For I had waited. I had watched. And I had won. The mighty had fallen, and in their ruins, I stood taller than ever before. Today, I awoke not in glory— but in conquest.

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Invest in sun run? Got it

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OP, I came back in time to reply to your post. Tomorrow will be an ocean of blood, everything under the sun will be deep, deep red. Except for exactly one stock: Carvana, which will be a green tower reaching into the clouds.

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Game store looks like it wants to have another moment in the sun

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