I’m deep in hiding now – as the “clowns of New York” seek to rally the resources necessary to silence me.
Newsletter writers and financial bloggers abound -“down in flames and outright pissed” as the “crystal coconut of Kong” continues to show the way.
A passing of the torch if you will. A “changing of the guard”.
What can be said?
You live in a cement bubble, filled with plastic cards and shiny things. You live “within the ornament” atop the dashboard of my spacebike.
I flip you over. I see you fall. I laugh.
I do it again, and again…..then again.
Standing on your head – you’ve got nothing, and “in your head” even less as…….you are hollow.
Frail shells, housing a network of tiny cables…….woven from deceit.
I flip you over and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh again.
I flip you over.
You “are” Wall Street confetti.