We Got To Move These Refrigerators...

So over easter weekend, they took away Oster's Fun Sculptures that lined Broadway... Mad Mom was one our favorites, Hay liked to mimic her pose... 2.4 million Crude Oil build up in supply dampened the front month, hopefully ushering a combination of respectable inflation and renewal of dollar strength... so we supposedly restored all the jobs we lost since 2001 keeping in mind that a person temporarily donning a smock, stocking GloWorms and Elmo dolls, making $5.25 in the toy section of Walmart counts as much in the headcount as---a newly intrusive thought in Lockheed's frontal lobe approaching midnight, this bag lady with a ditch in her forehead, do you remember... when we met... that's the day I knew you were my pet... who stands outside of the old Cocoa Exchange building, known as the Quarter lady of Wall Street, who asked for a quarter for 'food' and if you offer her an orange or apple, she says,'I don't want that'... The risk/reward of being a beggar outside of the New York Stock Exchange is that you'll either score big with a trader who's captured some momentous daily trends, or you'll get scowls and hellfire from piss angry traders who got run over and exchange their specialist jackets for a blue smock and our off to the nearest Walmart to stock microwave ovens. I love it when beggars ask me for change, and I say 'sorry', and they get all uppety damning me with unwarranted curses, and the fact is, I seriously don't have change to spare, I'm in debt up to my eyeballs, my assets are on sale, fuck, somedays I make negative income, seriously you fucking obnoxious disenfranchised scumfuck, I don't have a fucking penny to my name, in fact, I have negative pennies you sick ballslap, next time you accost me with grubfuck I'll slap you in the eye with limpdick and treat you with ejaculate--I will kill you with one deft straight right to your fucking toothless grinning trash face, and the impact of your malnourished skull onto the pavement will radiate your brain into a hematoma and that very impact will be what will kill you coup de countre coup. Put you out of your homeless misery wearing my Sunday Best.