A thickened, dusty, musty morning. I had a chance to live again last night and to delegate this morning away. Its the start of a crumpled period; no time for jokes and good old lashings. This day will be inert.
My eyes glaze over and floating by are numbers, spots, pinstripes, cufflinks, stinks of leather, monitors, keystrokes, 30 dollar haircuts, 2 buck coffees and million dollar men. Hold it together, I say to my sp***cter, push it in, just a few more minutes and you can let it all out. My fingertips are dry and cold and my joints ache. There is a slight lull in the back of my head and it is taking over, pushing out a dreary and slow modern Rock ballad.
Suck it up, straighten out, tuck it in.
Fuck you new day.
Friday, February 29, 2008
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stock market blues
there goes the bell, off to the races
sweet deals roll with many hands and faces
oil is up, diamonds are down
the prince of djibouti lost his crown
here comes a suit and smile, no need for cover
he's smoothly walking to crooks' corner
the phones can't stop ringing
orders are up, the fat lady is singing
options, futures and commodities
shake and rumble as prices drop on properties
ah, it's alway fair weather
when georgie boy and bernanke get together
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