This isn't the me I wanted to be, but here I am

I gotta say, to be able to play around in this cryptoworld is a possibility that makes my inner anonymous transcendental narcissist salivate. When you have to wrap a silk noose 'round your reddening, time-weathered neck every dawn, play-places like this one help this same-self codger grin and bear it through a day of pixellated numbers on various screens, occasionally discussed and dissected by bloodthirsty, not-so-secretly-sad-in-the-interior criminals aka vultures on two legs. The alpha vultures circling over the scraps of human dignity left over after a person devotes 20-30 years of this (one and only) life in this biological form to an absurd abstraction with devestating impact on everything single lifeform in the known universe. Sort of a waste isn't it, one mutters to oneself, as one tries not to make eye contact with said vultures in the elevator. So, let me vent, please. Thanks for listening and expect some candid textual obscurities brimming with succulent cultural, political and psychological relevance - right here on this spot.