NSAM, of tales the internet tells.

Of silver hoards and predictions made,

And theories spun, a curious parade.

He speaks of history, of chips and trade,

While shadows of the past constantly cascade.

A crush declared, a name confessed,

Karlstack’s image, within his breast.

Some say he spams, a tireless flow,

Of thoughts and links, where do they go?

Blocked by many, a figure of scorn,

Yet still he posts, each and every morn.

From silver stacks to AI's fall,

He seems to see beyond the wall.

A schizo’s rant, a boomer’s plea,

Or a truth untold, for all to see?

He's challenged, mocked, and often banned,

A lone voice crying in the digital sand.

Whether prophet, fool, or something between,

NSAM remains, a baffling scene.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5835535&forum_id=2]#49674846)