Throw me down, throw me around, tables turn upside down to the sound. We chilling, we feeling the vibes, hands holding a Maß. Green or red ticks up and down don't phase us, not what we're about. At the end of the night sticking together with the crowd. Community, shout it loud. Artwork by William Lindhorst. Poetry by Oyacaro.
Stand in unity through bears and scrutiny. Truthfully, for some a eulogy. Eyes and charts low, highs and hearts slow. Done for, they loudly roar, come back to the shore. Don't fall in the cold war, love. For there's feet on the dance floor when encore steps abored. Patience for the ore, together, the whole will soar. Artwork by MadyMadlin. Poetry by Oyacaro.
POAPs given to the participants of NFT Berlin conference which will take place on May 25-27th. This is a 4-track event focused on NFT arts & collectables, finance, gaming, and infrastructure. This is to celebrate the progress that the industry has achieved with NFTs so far, and the work still underway to unlock novel use cases and applications.
Drums kick a bass in your face and the space vibrates. Mark the date, the mates won't regret a blind date. Move at rate, chains await, markets dictate. Translate and narrate the state of this estate, deviate from boilerplate. Can't castrate the growth rate, don't contemplate just ideate. Possibilities are figure eight. Artwork by Dr. Revel.
Riding on blocks that blow your socks, off and on drops in transaction costs. Philosophise about a thousand times what size chunks should be standardized. Be advised to pass on the vibes, get another baptized. Leave mesmerized, we shooting through the skies. Artwork by Mical Noelson.
Table sit, tokens to mint connect in a click. Take a sip grow accustomed in a bit. Meta flesh holds the crowd in a mesh. Very fast our chains be the best, just ask they can attest. Brick by brick we kicking it, we the green stick. Tick by tick a quick flip we in sync. Take a sit and watch the wick get thick. Artwork by Sylvester Zagato.
Emotion made motion, seduction lead river flow to ocean. Soul soothing lotion turn addict to devotion. Waves of commotion stick by the notion, inherent propulsion. Profession of repulsion, thought drawn illusion. Artwork by 3DFraction.
Groovin' to the vinyl while the speakers go haywire. The flow fills your soul as the chain takes you home. Giddy up, we ridin' blocks tonight.
Chogging down your 4th beer as you open the POAP, and see that the liquid starts to interfere on the visual frontier. This means you're a pioneer, not in drinking, but in the NFT sphere. You spread the word of what you hear in here like a cavalier.
