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How one cosmic dump made a mark on the moon.
Nobody planned this.
One day, something flushed too hard — and Moon Shit was born. It flew past satellites, skipped the atmosphere, and landed with a proud splat right on the lunar surface. Now it floats through space, leaving a brown streak of greatness in its wake.
It’s not elegant. It’s not polite.
But it’s unforgettable.
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| Item | Details |
|---|---|
| Total Supply | 1,000,000,000 |
| LP | 100% Burned Into Space Dust |
| Tax | 0% — Free to Flow |
| Chain | Solaba Chain |
| Smell Grade | Certified Galactic Stank |
| Flushproof? | Absolutely |
These numbers aren’t just pulled from thin air. They’re flung with precision.
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Join the mess. Stay for the smell.
Ready to orbit with the oddest thing in space?
Stick with Moon Shit and become part of something that’s definitely… different. There’s no gatekeeping here — just follow the trail and hold your breath.
We’re not going up in flames.
We’re going up in fumes.
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