SODA #2453 - Drawn Nov 30, 2025
People have been writing messages into the Bitcoin blockchain since 2009 — memorials, proposals, prayers, protests, jokes. Once written they cannot be edited or deleted, so the chain remembers them all.
1,293,798 messages archived from 960,519 blocks (genesis → 960,518), updated as each new block lands.
1312.853.358.100001010011.110010100001.520.10100100000.ziyqah
Payment SH20948081H
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Prüfung Adress
563.16d.d61.101101101.101101101.233.1000110011.1100110001.ananeoo
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SODA #2452 - Drawn Nov 30, 2025
SportzCube WIJA 161D 70.94 412231 by@Boomer_S (Play Like A Champion)
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malcolm ## Ulysses ### James Joyce Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a __mirror__ and a __razor__ lay crossed. A __yellow__ dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently __behind__ him on the mild __morning__ air.
poetry ### The Lost Heifer [1936] ### by Austin Clarke When the black herds of the rain were grazing, In the gap of the pure cold wind And the watery hazes of the hazel Brought her into my mind, I thought of the last honey by the water That no hive can find. Brightness was drenching through the branches When she wandered again, Turning sliver out of dark grasses Where the skylark had lain, And her voice coming softly over the meadow Was the mist becoming rain.
poetry ## Memory Of My Father Every old man I see Reminds me of my father When he had fallen in love with death One time when sheaves were gathered. That man I saw in Gardner Street Stumbled on the kerb was one, He stared at me half-eyed, I might have been his son. And I remember the musician Faltering over his fiddle In Bayswater, London, He too set me the riddle. Every old man I see In October-coloured weather Seems to say to me: "I was once your father." ### by Patrick Kavanagh
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