When 1986 Ford Taurus?
Yeah that's about it now
You thought crypto was your saviour?
Yeah... Me too
Because of crypto I stopped thinking about other debilitating things in my life for a long time
Now reality sinks in
Not that I ever wanted a Lambo anyway
Those things are way over the top
I was hoping for a Chimaera
Way cool
But it looks like ridin' the bus everyday now
Doin' my little song and dance routine, my performance artist gig, foreign monkey or what have you at my uni
Ha ha, that tantalizing recent tease up around 11500
And back down to 9900
The puppet masters surely are busting guts all over the Kaoliang, Baijiu, Single Malt Scotch, Bourbon soaked dens of pleasure while they take a break from a dead ringer for one of the many lovelies we may have seen in Eyes Wide Shut.
I'm even longing for that 1982 Fiat that ended up with the whole drive train froze up. Before that, is was fun times putting the box shaped thing through the gears in San Francisco as I made my daily visit to my doctor who talked sense, berated, pled, screamed at me, then almost got me into one of those ultra-saccharine super clean rehab clinics. Yeah! I was doing ahh... shooting ahh... Ya know..., H
So it's looking like firin' up the old 2000 Volvo on these cold mornings for some folks. I know some days they just won't go up the hills. You just have'ta be patient, be patient with them and eventually they'll make it up that not so steep incline.
And when you get to work if you've been shooting your mouth off like, "I'M GA- BE MILLIONAIRE IN A YEAR AND YOU ALL SORRY WRETCHES ALL BE MOPPIN', SWEEPING, CLEANIN' FILTHIEST DUST EVER OUTTA VENTS."
The laughter will come, then the insults, then some hurling of your own words back at you and ya just wanna stop a second, regather, hide in a corner and let out a whole of bevy of insults against ole Jamie Dimon envision the major crytpo players (the ones on our side) stalkin' for a couple of days then knockin' 'im in the side of the head one night till he's talking like Simple Jack in Tropic Thunder. Him going all, "Pl-pl-pl-please... d-d-d-don't hurt me." But THAT'S NOT A NICE THING TO DO! YOU DON'T WANNA BE RESORTIN' TO THOSE MEASURES.
Just wake up tomorrow, or whenever depending whatever sphere of the earth you're on, help the Volvo up the incline and soon you'll realize it's not gonna be OK. We'll always be slaves if atheism is correct.
AND DON'T KILL YOURSELVES OK? I'm not allowed to have sharp knives in the house. But I get by. Cutting up fruit and stuff with an old dull knife. Then there's the pharmaceuticals that are supposed to keep me from igniting any family freak-out episodes. A coma is the worst that could happen if I decided to eat all my meds.