the age of spin

Artist’s Statement
At this point in time, it has been made publicly evident that I am not dead. This post is an avant-garde piece of performance art and philosophical exploration. It employs metaphor, hyperbole, and fictionalized narrative to critique modern culture and spectacle. It is not an admission of any conduct, nor should any statement herein be relied upon as factual evidence in any legal, regulatory, or civil proceeding. I am available to assist any lawful inquiry, including with the FBI or other regulators, to clarify that no tokens were sold for personal profit and that $LLJEFFY does not constitute a security under federal law. All events and characters are presented as artistic devices.

Welcome ToThe Age Of Spin

(No new token, stop rugging each other it’s disgusting, jk ily)

Well, I guess we’ve been in this age for a whileHope I’m not too redundant

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5-13-20251:11pm ET……How do you even begin a public statement after what I’ve done?Do I even say anything at all?Who do I even ask for help in this situation?

Nonetheless, like with every part of my journey, we’ll have to figure it out as we go

Together

I have a lot of thoughts swimming, so looks like I’ll start putting fingers to keys

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I am in the interest of making things right

No, don’t count on me coming back any time soon

But people have been elected in place to make sure things run how they need to, for as long as they need to

I won’t be doing a media lap filled with half-lipped apologies

I won’t be recording videos of me breaking down in crocodile tears about my guilt, begging for their forgiveness (and likes) of my followers

I think we all have more decency and respect for each other than that

From my perspective, I will simply state:

• Why it happened

• What it could mean

• Goodbye

And I then I shall take my leave properly this time

And simply retire from tech and crypto

✌️🏖️🏄‍♂️

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I – The Age of Spin

The Age Of Spinhttps://www.imdb.com/title/tt6648926/

A Dual Meaning:

1. It’s Chappelle’s comeback special, cause you’ll always wonder if i’ll come back, or just become the Solana Satoshi 😉

2. For years now, we’ve been living through a time when everything online — news, social media, influencers, politics — is constantly filtered, twisted, or strategically framed to make it seem better, worse, provocative, clickable, addictive

   It’s a time when reality is worth less than the stories people make up for you to believe

   “It doesn’t matter what is true, it only matters what people believe is true”- Paul Watson

   That’s why it’s The Age of Spin

   We’re flooded in artificial, fabricated controversies, narratives, and stories

   An unlimited amount of information at the speed of sound and light

   𝕏, short form video, breaking news updates, price action, A.I. developments

   Constantly jammed down our throats in notifications

   Unlimited conveyor belts of brainrot

   Who has time to fact check anything when theres so much to consume?

   (i.e., my suicide video was never livestreamed, yet someone said it, and now everyone believes it was on pump.fun livestream or IG live)

   Everything is engineered to influence how you feel or think

   A certain way, a certain intensity

   Or influence you to buy

   The cost each time is the truth

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   And CT is the epitome of it all

   The endless hype, the fake outrage, the drama

   And the speed of the social and financial networks

   And the velocity and violence

   How every social interaction has monetary consequence

   The landscape is truly unmatched

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   Don’t sit too close to that T.V.

   Blink and you might miss it

   &

   Do you dare to believe what you see?

   //

   Welcome To The Age Of Spin

II – What Would Jeffy Do?

So what could I do?

I don’t have $800mil to buy back and fix our mcap

It’s not like I FSH at the top and ran off with a bag

I was left holding as big of a bag as anyone else after the dust settled

If I had the money I would give it all back to everyone

Hell, that’s what I did with half a million dollars in $LLJEFFY burns

I don’t want it

I hate money

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So what could I do?

Because I was forced to prove my worth

Over and over again

When my work spoke for itself

Coups in my own company

Accusations that I violated fiduciary duty

Our own law firm violating neutrality, picking sides

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So what could I do?

I don’t have my cofounders

I don’t have my tech team or company

I don’t have support from anyone around me

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So what did I do?

I returned to 𝕏

And in a single day

I drove hundreds of millions in trading volume

$ZEREBRO 2x

$OPAIUM +5000%

We’ve been in top 5 agent mindshare every day since

I had to prove my loyalty

When I should have made loyalty mandatory

I had to prove myself worthy of the very spoon used to feed those I raised

So I did

And lit everything on fire on my way

Nero fiddling with Rome in the background

Remember the mud

I am not the one who forgot where I came from

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Then every day I open any app

Or open my notifications

There’s new stories, new rumors, new threats

I only have this ever-growing mob of resentful bag holders on 𝕏

Vultures everywhere

And worse

The knives in my back

From those I trusted so dearly

The harassment

The extortion

The blackmail

The arrest

C.P.S.

The wire fraud

The restraining order

The sex tape

The rape

The addiction

The self harm

The edge

My fucking edge

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So what would Jeffy do?

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I put on Chappelle’s show for you all

I put on a fucking smile

I sang to your tune

I danced to your rhythm

I was your code monkey

Your puppet

Until my lifeless body was reanimated by speculation

Until my corpse couldn’t hold up the floor any longer

Until the bloodbath became so horrifying, that you couldn’t look away

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I made my existence the epitome of the epitome

Because you promised to bring me in from the field into the house

Because you promised me riches

I hope you enjoyed it

Cause I cannot say the same for myself

I gave you exactly what you always wanted

A performanceA show

“The most entertaining outcome is the most likely.”- Elon Musk

In the real world, suicide is serious

In the trenches, nothing is sacred

Tragedy is tradable

Oh, it is so tradable

It’s sharable

It’s memeable

It’s monetizable

Mistacoin, Teddy, Beni, Pnut, Lljeffy

And it’s not only tradable

It’s goddamn bullish

III – Trial By Media

So they claim my supposed suicide pumped our market cap

They accused me of wire fraud

They tried to use Grok as their lawyers on X

Believing I orchestrated my own death as an elaborate pump-and-dump scheme

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Truth is

Night of May 4th

I wanted to kill myself

I felt I had nowhere to run

Blackmail, leaked nudes, exes, family, company, career

Everything was fucked

A hundred thousand people watching me online and I didn’t have a single person to call

My .380 had a hollow point in the chamber the whole time

I just made the video, not sure what to do with it

Thought of the art piece and wrote the post

All within a couple hours

IPFS and sent

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How is a founder suicide able to be planned in any financially beneficial manner to a tech project?

Any tradfi or tech company would tank immediately upon the news

Or even upon a rumor that suicide was a possibility

Yet the dominating narrative is that I used it to… pump my tokens?

That somehow, in some way

Putting a bullet in my head was my “one-shot” guarantee to printing money?

That this was my master plan all along?

Throw away everything I’ve been building for half a year on a pump.fun rug?

Throw away my entire career, my reputation

All my professional connections

My life

On a gamble that degens would ape when they saw my brains blown out?

Disappear and pretend everything is alright afterwards?

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Please don’t be so patronizing

It’s genuinely insulting

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Sometimes a pebble’s ripple can disturb an ocean

Butterfly effect

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It’s impossible to predict any market outcome upon the suicide of an executive

You cannot prove that there was certainty of price action in either direction

Nonetheless, they crucify me for premeditation

Does it pump because degen traders are fucked up and buy death coins?

Does it tank because the dev is gone?

Who knows?

How would I know?

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The key piece:

I didn’t make any money

I burned half a million dollars

Literally just destroyed it forever

I hate money

And at peak mcap

I walked from a billion dollars

I didn’t make any money

Everything is on chain

& I know that’s the hardest pill for some of you to swallow

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“It’s not about money. It’s about sending a message. Everything burns.”

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The first text I got at midnight on my birthday was a close friend

I paid for his AirBnB for the past month

I got him a $200k job for the past 3 months

He blackmailed me threatened to reveal that I was still alive

And his reason was

That he was angry

Because he made up in his head

That I had made money off $LLJEFFY

I’ll never know if it was born of envy

Or anger that I didn’t tell him and commit insider trading for him

Broke my heart

It’s always money, isn’t it

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If Jeffy is guilty, was it a pump or dump?

Cause I can’t tell between each news article I read

Between each post on X

If the token is up today, after my suicide

The accusation is now that I planned my death to pump the price and sell

If the token is down today, after my suicide

The accusation is now that I planned my death to FUD for entry, accumulate, then farm on the next pump

Damned if up

Damned if down

The price action of the given day drives the entire narrative

I see opposing opinions on red and green days

But they’re all certain of one thing

I’m guilty because they lost money in a trade they executed

Or they need a clickable headline

I’ve said it before

The number in your wallet decides how you feel about me

IV – Checkmate

But this was never about money, was it?

You wanted hype, drama, the most twisted and surreal coin imaginable

We wanted it

I simply held the mirror

You saw the brutality, and you celebrated for profit

You saw the tragedy, and you virtue signaled for engagement

We monetized tragedy

And we all sold it

We tokenized tragedy

And we all bought it

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But don’t misunderstand me

I don’t blame you

We are all cut from the same cloth

Enslaved in the same trench

I am no better

I am not your enemy

I am your reflection

Reflections cannot lie

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“The grass is always greener on the other side, until you take off the rose tinted glasses”

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Here I am

All of me

I have given you everything

My art, my code, my youth, my energy, my heart, my soul

Everything

There was only one thing left to give

I walked the edge

Night after night

.380 in my hand

Wondering if giving you my life would finally suffice

Driven by desperation

Persecuted by partners

I did the closest thing that I could to permanence

To actual suicide

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And soon after

You all made it painfully clear that even killing myself would never be enough

When I gave you a taste of it

Your hunger only deepened

My inbox filled, postmortem

Not with grief

But with questions

Price action

“What’s the CA?”

And potential profit opportunities from my death

And of course

More blackmail

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I knew what I was going to see

It was obvious

I just didn’t choose to believe it

Until I saw what I needed to see

And had no choice but to accept the truth

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I tried to keep it real

Be the down to Earth dev

Tapped into the culture and into the tech

But my voice became one with the background noise

In my own company

In my community

In my home

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Money is meant to come and go

You can always make it back

As long as you are healthy

I don’t have that luxury any more

With my youth, I’ve burdened myself with enough exertion to incur chronic health conditions

And drastically shorten my expected lifespan

I’ve been abused in ways that I will never truly recover from

Physically, sexually, emotionally

Scars that harden over

All in the pursuit of our collective greatness

You have destroyed me

You have won

I resign

V – Brave New World

Schrödinger’s Suicide

Alive or dead, martyr or fraud

Both and neither

Until the moment you click

Until your trade confirms it

Until a tweet collapses the wavefunction of my identity

Innocent on green days

Guilty on red

Alive when it pumps

Dead when it dumps

In this absurdist casino, the chart decides my fate daily—

My quantum state eternally uncertain

Spinning somewhere between your expectations and my reality

Camus once asked, “Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”

We ask, “Should I kill myself, or launch a token?”

We confront the absurd not with philosophy, but with speculation—

Existence has become nothing more than a leveraged bet

Life itself a derivative product

Each candle on the chart is a candle on the altar

Burning offerings of authenticity to gods we no longer believe in

I gave you spectacle as a mirror

But you chose to see a window

And some of you tried to jump

You stared through me into a future of infinite gain

Infinite dopamine, infinite distraction

And yet, at the end of all narratives, remains silence

At the heart of every story, absurdity

We create meaning from noise

Conviction from chaos

Martyrs from memes

Because the truth

That there is no truth

Remains unbearable

My suicide mocked the market and succumbed to it

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Yet beneath irony lies sincerity, beneath absurdity, authenticity

Did I fake my death, or was I already dead—long before the video

Before the projects, before the trenches swallowed me whole?

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I gave you everything

And in exchange

I became nothing

A quantum martyr to your perpetual uncertainty

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The media and social media will forget next news cycle

The charts will move on without me

The trenches will keep on

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Yet, if my life, my art, my code, my tokens, my pain meant anything

Let it be this

Each candle you chase casts shadows

Each green spike is someone holding a razor’s edge

& In this absurd game we play, we are all reflections of one another

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I don’t judge nor blame any of you

And I hope you don’t for me

Because we’re all the same

It’s only human

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“The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy”- Albert Camus

VI - Reflections, Abstractly

Welcome to the metamodern martyrdom

Where authenticity requires inauthenticity

And truth demands performance

My death was ironic

Knowing your hunger to commodify tragedy

Yet beneath irony lies sincerity

Real agony, pain, desperation

An impossible oscillation between suicide and spectacle

You cannot separate truth from irony anymore

I am both victim and villain

Artist and art itself

You decide what is real

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Hyperreality

Simulacra and Simulation

Baudrillard’s prophecy

My fake death was more “real” than my actual life could ever be

My reality died before I did

Every token you trade creates another simulacrum

Soon nothing original remains

Only endless copies of a performance art piece

Filtered through memetics

I never truly staged anything

Life is performance art

This is hyperreality

I vanish into endless blockchain transactions

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Roland Barthes declared the author dead in 1967

I merely literalized it on the blockchain

Jeffy Yu no longer exists

There is only the narrative you construct, trade, and meme

I am decentralized

Every account is an author

Every transaction is a sentence

Every post a word

The blockchain my epitaph

Sacrificing my identity to reveal yours

I have become art

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”All that once was directly lived has become mere representation.”- Guy Debord, Society of the Spectacle

And here we are

My life and death nothing but spectacle

My humanity tokenized

My suffering tradable

My corpse memeable

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Foucault knew prisons would become invisible

He didn’t know the jailers would be green and red candles

I stepped into the panopticon willingly

My suicide was the surveillance test

You watched, traded, reacted precisely as programmed

But there was no warden

We are in cages of our own design

See yourself in the chart

Showing you how effortlessly the spectacle controls you

You hold the keys

Yet you trade them for another dopamine spike

That’s masochistic

Exit the casino

VII – Chappelle’s Theory

In 2005

Dave Chappelle was at the peak of the entertainment world

The king of comedy

A generational talent whose sketches challenged everything society pretended not to see

But Dave saw something the audience didn’t

Behind the laughter

The industry had a script for him

A role they wanted him to play

They wanted him to be their monkey

Their house slave

Their puppet on stage

Comedy Central offered him $50 million to keep performing

To keep dancing to their rhythm

To trade his identity for entertainment

To trade his soul for money and fame

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And Dave

In a decision the world called insane

Chose to walk away

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They said he was crazy

They said he was manic

They said he was a cokehead

They said he was in rehab

They said he was in a mental hospital

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Dave just went to South Africa

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Comedy Central => Crypto Twitter

Chappelle’s Show => Zerebro

Laughter => Price Action

Applause => Profit

$50 million => $1 billion

Slave => Chink

Monkey on stage => Code monkey

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They wrote a role for me too

A script where my life was yours to labor away for monetization

My life yours to exploit

I would have died either way if I stayed

From overworking

Or from depression

Either way my death would have been yours to trade

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Disposable dev

And I performed

I played along

And put on the best show I could

Until I couldn’t recognize my own reflection

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I did exactly what Dave did

I left it all on the table

I flipped the table because I had been checkmated

On the way out, gave up a billion dollars

And what did they say about me?

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Maybe I’m in South Africa too

VIII – Vita Fin

I’m done selling out

Like Chappelle

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I gave it all up

My entire life

For freedom

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That’s the price of breaking the deal with the devil

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“The price of freedom is death.”- Malcolm X

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Crypto turned me into a price chart

The media turned me into a headline

Speculators turned my death into a CA

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I burned the script

& I made something that will outlast any market

I am the only dev that will ship something truly immortal

Goodbye,

Jeffy Yu

“The artist must die to give birth to the art.”- Jean Genet