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2005-02-01 - Market Close
the woman has been managed for she has unfair advantage I'm convinced men have no harness when it comes to reputations and the tarnish - how it stumps you as their stupid crass remarks mixed with how they prowl like sharks add the insult to the injury you bear like a bull amidst the delicate and fair and that's the danger when the stranger comes inside where your personal possessions all abide I mean, they might seem like a friend when you're hanging 'round the bend but you may not want to let them in the door so you hesitate and make up something more like, "naw, the house is just a terrible mess" or "I'm having some new tile laid on the floor" or "the market cap collapsed" and you think it may perhaps have affected you in ways you're not quite sure of it's expected - you have hates despite all your love and you hate to be where you don't want to be so you note the exit signs to set you free just in case you should feel trapped that's a thing that can just sap all the juice out of the joy of being free so what's this all have to do with you and me? let me state the bottom line real love is here defined: it will always seek what's best for your life and all the rest but it doesn't contradict its prime objective Love will always fight to keep itself elective At the same time it remains strong and protective it continues and sustains long time erective you could say it doesn't fizzle as explained in this here drizzle it's analogous to stock market perspective:
sustainability is measured by several elements of pertainability, that is, the national treasure is leveraged by the measure of things like buyer confidence, corporate spending, and other evidence, it's never ending, enter the mix there's a thing called the VIX, and puts and calls, if the market falls, range rider bets, and stranger it gets as hawkish feds and wall street dreads and sharks and heads misrepresenting unrelenting rising trends, white knights and "friends" all colliding in the bend where the sell brings dividend...
when the bell rings will it end?
No, real love will ascend.
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