I know that this is probably too early to post at that we may still wonder in the desert of low vol for eons to come, but remember the good ol’ days when apes would collectively gather before their screens, nibbling on their afternoon crayons, transfixed by green and red lines, for the hour of power.
Pepperidge Farms remembers. I remember too. For I am one such ape.
It seems now for the last 84 years we have forgotten the old ways, indeed because the old ways have departed this world, at least for a time. But today, as I glanced over at my screen, my box of crayons sadly unopened on my desk, I saw the ascending green slope and a memory stirred within me.
Power hour. Could it be?
It is still too early to tell, my primate brethren, but for a brief moment let us remember what we once were, feeling the sublime joy of the mystery that is the green dildo of the afternoon. Let us harken back to the days of Criand and ButtFarm. Let us embrace the sheer * adrenaline fueled joy of the volatility gods. Let us call to the good shepherds of Power Hour, and feel are ape-ish spirits rise in hope and wonder.
PS could we please get a nostalgia flair??