Sunday, October 14, 2007

BOOM!!!

BOOM, HE RAISED HIS HAND OVER HIS HAND LIKE AN INDIAN GREETING. "HOW" HE SAID IN HIS DEEP MASCULINE VOICE. HE SAID IT TO THE FEMALE APE IN FRONT OF HIM, AND THIS WAS THE BIRTH OF SPEECH.

TERROR - PEOPLE CALLED IT TERROR. THE PEOPLE WHO PERPETRATED TERROR WERE TERRORISTS. BUT TERROR WAS ORIGINALLY DEFINED AS POWER PREVENTING SPEECH, A LOGIC, OR A THOUGHT PROCESS FROM ENTERING A DISCOURSE. WE COMMIT THE LOGICAL TERROR....THEY INSPIRE FEAR BECAUSE OF OUR TERROR. EMOTIONAL TERROR.

THE BOY PUT DOWN THE WATERING CAN OUTSIDE OF HIS ADOBE HUT IN CENTRAL FALLUJAH. THE CITY HAD BEEN RANSACKED BY LOOTERS LAST NIGHT. LOOTERS/GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS. HIS FACE WAS BLACK FROM THE EXHAUST OF PASSING BY OF TANKS AND THE SCORCHING SUN. HIS HAIR WAS BLACK. HE WAS SWEATY BUT STILL, THE LOOK IN THAT BOY'S EYES WAS ONE OF WONDER. PROBABLY WONDERING WHERE HIS FATHER HAS BEEN IN THE LAST THREE MONTHS. OR AT ALL THAT IS GOING ON AROUND HIM. WILL HE GROW UP IN A NEW DEMOCRACY? PICTURES OF ABU GHARIB RIPPED FROM THE CONCERETE WALL ACROSS THE STREET. HE WAS LIVING ON US FOOD RATIONS AND THE CANDY THE SOLDIERS PASSED OUT AS THEY PATROLLED THE STREETS WITH HELICOPTER BACKUP AND THE FUTURE COMBAT SYSTEM READY AT A MOMENTS NOTICE. SGT. TOM HAD JESUS WRAPPED IN THE AMERICAN FLAG ON HIS MONSTEROUS BICEP.


IN NEW YORK, THE ONLY RESPONSIBILITY WAS TO NUMBER ONE. . THE FRAGILE I. THE YOUNG WALL STREETER EXPLAINED THAT ONLY AFTER YOU STRUCK IT RICH COULD YOU BE A PILLAR AND DO GOOD THINGS. "I AGREE" SAID THE CHINESE-EDUCATED ANALYST. "BUT ITS DIFFERENT IN CHINA", "WE NEED EACH OTHER" "HERE YOU DONT"

THE RELATIONSHIP WAS ROCKY FROM THE START. SHE NEVER REALLY LIKED HIM. SHE JUST DIDNT CARE. HE LOVED HER TO DEATH. OR MAYBE HE DIDNT CARE , SO HE LET HIMSELF LOVE HER. HE SPENT MOST OF HIS NIGHTS PRETENDING TO BE BIG TIME WHILE MASTURBATING FURIOUSLY INTO THE WEE HOURS OF THE NIGHT. SOMETIMES HE WENT TO THE GYM.

A MACRO HEDGE FUND IS A TOP DOWN ANALYSIS. FROM THE BIG TO THE SMALL.

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Blogger 67543 said...

The masturbation had to come to an end sometime, but that wasn't now. He'd started with lotion sometime back in middle school, and, of course, moved on to astroglide and KY warming fluid later on. But everything had changed since The Hedge Fund Job: he bought a Venus 2000 masturbation machine and was inside it whenever he could be. When they were on the phone sometimes she heard it, not knowing what it was. It sounded like the floor polishing machines they use late at night in drug stores and hotel lobbies.
The boy had forgotten about his father now. He went around collecting little bits of glass and wire, selling them to electronics shop owners and bomb makers. He saw no difference between the two. The money he earned was frequently taken by two thugs that stood down at the corner, but the money he kept he spent on chocolate bars and Cheetos. The boy, like the others, had learned not to take candy from the Americas. The few men left on his block disapproved of it, and it had gotten a few boys beaten bloody.
The boy's shirt had the following text on its front:
Boy RTS
Pneumatic MTC

There were other letters as well, but they were obscured by an oil stain.
The young analyst continued to masturbate, even while watching films about finance. He was amused by Rogue Trader, but was not taken by it like he was by Michael Douglas in Wall Street. Gordon Gecko was just so self-assured--he acted as if there was simply no other way to act. The young man wanted that feeling more than he wanted the money he was already earning. He could feel the money sapping away at his will.
He walked along the Manhattan shoreline, and thought about the piers that used bring goods in an out of the city. Substance used to exist here, he thought.

11:08 PM  
Blogger 67543 said...

Life became a series of hills and valleys. Frustration mixed with momentary relief, like breathing pure oxygen. He began to spend money to free up time. He bought a car, which saved exactly 12 minutes on his commute. He had his laundry done by the local dry cleaners. They picked it up at his house and returned it later. When he got back in the early monrning, the clothes on the inside of the bag were still warm.
A few years went by. He wrote a note on a legal pad. It said

I no longer want to be free from frustration and irritation. I want to be happy when I am frustrated and serene when I am irritated.

11:38 PM  
Blogger 67543 said...

The market had gone down during lunch 237 days of the last three years. On 165 of those days, it had risen to its previous level within two hours.
He had said "Love you" at the end of 38 of their last 50 conversations. She had said it back only 10 times.

12:01 AM  
Blogger John Liberty said...

today, i told my italian roommate that when italians go to the bathroom pizza comes out.

7:28 PM  
Blogger John Liberty said...

according to the site meter, keeping in mind the times the posts were posted.....we have:


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who is he?

7:48 PM  

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