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Since it costs almost nothing to sell somebody an NFT on WAX, I thought why not help somebody out? This works almost exactly like the NFT Tip Jar here. Rather than explain it again, you [...]
Since it costs almost nothing to sell somebody an NFT on WAX, I thought why not implement a tip jar? Currently, NeftyBlocks doesn't let the customer type in a payment amount so to create a [...]
Set-Up: The organizer makes a non-transferrable candy bucket NFT. They sell or give away this "access token" NFT. Any participating artists create their "trick" or "treat" NFT drops using the candy bucket NFT as the [...]
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“The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
“The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
Memento Mori
Because I could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.
We slowly drove- He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility-
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess- in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-
We passed the Setting Sun-
Or rather- He passed us-
The Dews drew quivering and chill-
For only Gossamer, my Gown-
My Tippet- only Tulle-
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground-
The Roof was scarcely visible-
The Cornice- in the Ground-
Since then- ’tis Centuries- and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity-
Hello, friend.
