I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow...

Because it is Friday, I for one am overly anxious and dreadful of the wheels grinding to a halt until early evening Sunday, last friday, twas the same. I could sell my horde of foodstamps and take a long flight to Wellington, or somewhere in New Zealand just to be a half day ahead in the future at all times, but we live on a damned sphere so it's all the same... As such, on Friday's I let Curious wear my partial denture, because he likes to play 'Cyborg', part monkey plush, part machine. I made sure to disinfect it before 'playtime', because I ate Mcdonalds for lunch, and a big mashed up cheeseburger meat dislodged my denture completely. I am adept at using my tongue to re-insert it along the external portion of my bottom left jaw, but this was a total disruption, and I had to take my flipper out of my mouth, and scrub the meat and cheese off with a napkin. What the fuck? Another painful weekend, a prescription drug holiday, another rolling thunder chasing the wind...

Hi. I'm Slightly Perturbed. Oh, and about the Bank of Japan...

To have disinflation, one must have inflation from zero or deflative environments and I could surely see some 'noise' in the short term with hiccups of inflative pockets in Japan, but nothing sustainable... countering deflation is like the upward motion of benchpressing, if you can't do it, it's a slow death(you actually just roll it off, or tip one side if you are stupid enough not to have a spot) and countering inflation is like resistance training with slow twitch fibers, as in letting a heavy weight down slowly, but if you can't do it and give out, it's a quick death.

Japan for the past 20 years has gone from a 120lb man trying to bench 225lbs(a classic benchmark for athletes) to currently being a 160lb man trying to bench 235. Bottom line, sometimes it looks really fucking stupid when you have the classic 2x45lb weights on each side of the bar topped off with little 5lb weights, unless you're just trying to max out one rep. So when they pull you out of the oxygen tent, you ask for the latest party... In any case, right now as I type this, I have sweaty palms, either tragic or comedic, but I could only pray for bittersweet. There's gonna be sorrow when I wake up tomorrow...

Similar to the Chuck Norris Fact Site...

I might write something about Movie Scenes that seem so plausible to have occured but never did.
To give you a look at the severity of my downward mobility in regards to what goes on in my head these days at work:
There are stalls in the bathroom that have automatic flushers. So they flush after the motion detector goes off when you walk about 6 inches away. I actually pictured the actor Brendan Frasier in one of these city offices, playing one of his stupid roles with his shirt off, like Tarzan, and as I write this I'm now creating a cliched pg-13 movie(he's in the office bathroom of say some city girl he falls in love with, who's father is CEO of some company that is going to cut down trees in his jungle), and after the motion sensor flush goes off he gets all excited and making whooping noises, and then some employee with a suit on says, 'Rough night?'

Please comment with your own plausible 'scenes' if you too, have no life...

Unsinging the Sung Hero...

Often times the flaunting of self-abnegation is as vomit inducing as the flaunting of hedonism. In the Puritan sense, it would be most holy if one would not appear to be outwardly self-sacrificing; not to say that the combination of self-sacrifice and public praise for one's self-sacrifice renders the act 'null', because certainly it's a double positive with the burden of strife on the composer, but imagine how difficult it would be to be in truth, beneficial towards humanity through self-sacrifice and not only remain anonymous(credit-less), but even be the target of hate and demerit for a hedonism or debauchery that one never committed. To suck that up, I've yet to see such a bold man, now I am rambling, as this is supposed to be about the classic Technical Analysis 101 Bearish Head and Shoulders Pattern on the Euro concluding with Bernanke's minutes...

Get Away From the Barbecue Man, Get the Hell Away from that thing!

Any Short Covering on the Usd/Jpy, I'm gonna keep Fresh Shorting with an overnight target of 115.76...With the Rerun shows and the cocaine nosejob... I've been saving all my foodstamps burning down the trailer park for this move... going in large... biggie fucking fries, no junior whoppers...
...double barrel buckshot... soy, una perdedor... I forgot to mention these days are like Steinbeck's George(Of Mice and Men, not Curious) when he was talking daydreams of furry rabbit farms to Lennie to make Lennie's final thoughts happy and dreamy as he blew his fucking head off with a pistol...

Euro/Jpy Throwdown...

116.52 support usd/jpy

It Snowed around 1:00pm, Now it's Future Nostalgia, and Science 'FACTion'...

I have a terrible knack of pulling nostalgia from events yet to occur, usually 3 years into the future, sometimes, 5 years. We had a classic pizza night with the kids, and we rented 'Wallace and Gromit, Curse of the WereRabbit'. Hay realized right away that Wallace was the WereRabbit, even before Gromit surmised. She wanted to express her budding prescient talent but she kept it to herself so as not to spoil the surprise for Curious or myself. She only told Mum. In about 76 minutes, the pendulum of the foreign exchange markets will gain Sunday momentum, as it will be approximately 8:00am Monday in New Zealand... I choose to allow 'time' to make my choices for the rest of the day.

Look at that Mama...

We's got to move these color TVvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvsss...

Well Intentioned Misguided Pussies. [WIMPs]

misguided by emotion, propaganda, and not 'Proper'Ganda...

Lockheed emotes 'PROPER'Ganda...

and you're all entitled to your opinion... nevertheless, I'm weak in that I can still get 'bitter'.

As much as I silently shout, as much as the geometric shapes haunt me, take on the personas of nightmares, frequencies of acute anxiety, the Markets will not open, until at least 2:00pm Sunday EST... and it's just noise until 5:00pm est... I will have to sleep hanging from my Talon Feet like a bat, until then... and I swear, when this day and 3/4's a day passes, I have a 60% chance of ripping up shit in the Usd/Yen...

"Last One Home's A Rotten Egg!" cried Hay as she...

...nimbly scampered past St. Agnes Library on Amsterdam and 84th. "C'mon Curious, it's Friday, Daddy and Mummy will both be home after work! All Markets Are Closed till Sunday!" For a moment, after safely crossing 72nd street, she paused and almost dared purchase a specialty red velvet cupcake. "Nah, I want to cozy up on the couch and take a HayNap before Daddy takes me to the Tween Party. There will be plenty of treats there!" After skipping past Paulie the Doorman, and then fumbling a single key, she bobbled into the kitchen area first before Curious could get in. "Oh," she whispered extra softly, so no one but herself could hear, as Daddy lay sprawled half on the couch, half on the wooden floor, and the smell of not so fun whiskey, but angry bitter scotch whiskey permeated the air like the smell of the Spring Weather that will never come anymore to New York City, sunset, overcast dreaming of the days when MDMA poured freely through his synapse, and quality cocaine and the added pleasure of neurotically cutting it up with his Duane Reade card.... those days gone...scratch smoke breathe mumbling, 'fucking faggot markets all closed, can't make a fucking living with the markets closed, open up and trade you wretched pussies...' complete with sordid details, and the scent of freezer burned meat flavored ice cubes in a glass glass.... Hay shouted aloud at Daddy: "Now I Know Why You've Been Shaking! NOW I KNOW WHY YOU'VE BEEN SHAKING!!!!"

ELEVATE the 'HAVE-NOTS', or Bring the 'HAVE'S' DOWN(the Pussy Lazy way is to bring the Have's down, "I can't have it, so nobody can." Fuck You Faggot.

For the last time I'll say this: Bringing everyone down to Zero, is not rendering Equality. There is Nothing in Zero.

I thought I knew who you might be Goldman's Sack, but i'm not sure... Anonymous, sometimes I know, sometimes I wonder... Nevertheless, my current linear time has the probability of being short 60/40. In about 3 months, I'll know one way or the other. Japan will not significantly get out of killer deflation for another 8 years... GDP for the U.S.A will average 3.0% for the next 8 years. Eurozone will average 4.5%. China, about (tza buh doh 6.8%). Brazil 3.2%... I drank enough spice to let me cross this much to be in two places at one time. But my talent and skill to foldspace is completely stunted right now.

Zero Hour

Hello.

Sordid Details Following...

Usually, when multiple signs from the cosmos reach my scan, they are highly predictable... current signs say: Lockheed, after the ugly hits from all frequencies he's been taking, needs to rejuvenate in solitude, and thereupon, exact the appropriate measures of reform.

Hannifin's During the Record Snowstorm in NYC a month ago...

3 years ago, I remember watching the first MOAB teach Physics 101 to a campus called Baghdad. It was more of a field trip. Anyways, I mention this for 'current news' purposes only... because all I can remember is this cup of coffee frozen in time at a small diner, with two glasses of water, and they were chatting with each other, saying no particular day, no particular night, and how I heard the pepper shaker and salt shaker say the same thing... As such, the weekend comes to a close as it always does, as it will always come to an open... it comes to an end, but it never really does, but we can't remember, we are built to 'forget' some things(as we haven't infinite neural storage capabilities) so for all intents and purposes it ends, and it helps the linear mind measure progress or degeneracy...

Congestion, Might Have to Wait Till Frankfurt Open

116.50 option barrier on the Yen... I'm sensing 116.23 magnetism but it's also Friday in Tokyo and after lunch... need Eur/Jpy cross to break clean under 142.00 before I scrutinize further... the animal itch in me says now, but I'll be content reading some Ray Bradbury...

My Watch wasn't a Wind Up, but I thought it was...

I had just deposited the interest on my security deposit for a grand total of $6.35. Then I was reading this Kafka book at Waldensbooks under Rockefeller Center, about this guy who wakes up in the morning and finds that he as metamorphosized into a giant beetle! And that's when I get a call that I had to run back to the office(during my lunch break), and put a 40 million dollar order through by 200pm. I look at my watch, it reads 110pm. But my cellphone is saying 153pm! It can't be, I think DST, EDT, EST? GMT? And the funny thing was, that I was more confident of the staying power of my $23 wristwatch that I bought at a suburban strip small about three years ago, because I thought all of SPRINT's satellites jargled up the NYC area and fast forwarded cell phone clocks an hour or something, so I asked a lady for the time, she looked at her cell phone, I didn't trust it... then getting in the elevator it's clocks reads 1:59pm... Now I'm hungry. And the Reaper is sharpening his scythe and it has my name on it. Of course it will break upon contact with my neck, but it is still going to hurt.

Bernanke is likely to follow former chairman Greenspan's lead. That is, he will hike the Fed funds rate another 25 bps and then leave the door open. No shit, Bernanke.
"Hey, my sister's pregnant." Lockheed: (no comment) "Yeah, no shit."
Well, I guess I've maximum tolerance for diphenhydramine now, because I am awake, covered my Usd/Jpy position... BOJ Fukui(Fuck You) says no rush to end ZIRP. (Zero Interest Rate Policy) Zirpzilla clawed at me a bit, but at least he didn't blow crazy laserfire at my frailty.

All My Life's A Circle, But I Can't Tell You Why...

Mum was out tonight, so me and the kids secretly had a Pizza Party!
Pizza Party!!!!!
it makes me sad and true, believing all the lies, to make the dream come true... turning holy water into wine... drinking it down.... reading murder books trying to stay hip...
150 mg of diphenhydramine ingested with red label scotch ala mode... enough to give me the kicky-feets and collapseable sleep, two parts Asimov, one part Ray Bradbury, one part Herbert, the Triumverate of Science Faction... and shitfeel in the morning when cold March and flat sun metal sounds of a city morning cut my fetal near death curl and remind me as it always does that I cannot escape via death as I cannot die...
Did Hayheehoo tell Lockheed that the FOMC will stop at 4.75%?????? It will. My life depends upon it...
maximum entropy to follow shortly...

We'll Leave the T.V. and the Radio Behind...

With no more angry words to say and come alive, get into a car and drive, to the other side...

Lockheed had his Town Hall debut as a 'man' last night, his performance was full of color, but unfortunately not up to contemporary 'living' standards... perhaps a full time consideration of another endeavor is enforced...

Eur/Jpy approaching 142.00 figure...
I am expiring, exponential entropy,
a little yellow taxi turns to me and smiles...

Me and the Kids Are So Proud and Happy for Mum...

"Mum is awesome!" -Curious
"Mum is hard working, tough, and smart." -Hay
"Kind Maam is what I model my work ethic after." -Duncan
"Kind Maam always sings to me." -Chewy
"Kind Maam still remembers me." -Amex
"Kind Maam no longer fears me, she just hates me." -Johnathan
"I am happy for Mum. Kids, when I am soon gone, seek
Mum's guidance, and always abide by the Lockheed Rules" -Lockheed
...And I think my spaceship knows which way to go... tell my wife
I love her very much..." -The Leopard Messiah

DON'T: Follow Those Who Pale in Your Shadow...

Rulers make bad lovers, you better put your kingdom up for sale...

Johnathan the Clown whispered to me at nightfall today: The Greatest of Teachers Won't Hesitate, to Leave you Alone by yourself chained to Fate...

Yen-Euro spot Crux with Usd and Cross Currency:

1.1900 119.00 141.00 It's the Ballad of Pivot the Kid...

Capital One to Acquire NORTH FORK SUCK BANK

Yeah. Capital One to buy the worst regional bank on the continent. But that's not what this post is really about... So what is it about? The floors of Tokyo-ho? London Bars a go-go? I think it's just a post about my perpetual nightmare... I want to become like Hay.... Lay on the couch with the upcoming spring breeze blowing in the window, laying down... wait.... it's about VIAC, and their successful unrestricted somatic stem cell is showing functionality in myocardio infarction in the animal mode dose dependent.... I see a buy here, and sell on the news, when they get approval for clinical humans studies.

I've Loved All, I Needed to Love... Sordid Details Following...

Daddy?

Hi daddy, i thought you were going to sleep at Uncle Pheel's...

Nnnah. Why are you up, Hay?

um, thirsty...

i think there's some milk, but it might be sour... and the brita is almost empty...

that's okay, i'm patient, i'll fill it up quietly, cause mum is sleeping... and it's friday and i already finished my essay on hypocrisy and its penultimate evil...

i'm going to take some diphenhydramine now... sleep a bit, before the sound of metal and flat sunlight wake me to my daily nightmare...

okay daddy, um... it'll be over like it never happened...

I know, but I can't remember, so I don't feel it, but i know it, and so there's no solace.

goodnight daddy, sweet dreams, can i wear your glasses to school in the morning?

You Know the Ball, You Know the Sphere, You Know Time... NOW Break that Ball and Chain... and Study the Geometric Exponential 'Ray'

When Curious Was Just A Lil Boy, Standin' to his Daddy's Knee, His Papa said, don't let the man get you, do what he done to me... cause he get's ya...

The Dark Horde rides in force tonight, put up your plows and hoes...

Oh, surprise, Ken Lay and Bernie Ebbers, that's Worldcom and Enron CEO's.... oh, so pathetic... NO SHIT. Did you know that white trash begets white trash? Bernie Ebbers was a Milkman and a Public Highschool Basketball Coach before he took the job at Worldcom.... Ken Lay was a fucking son of a Midwestern Farmer...

Liberals, be careful when you lambaste the evil things they did, sure they were fucking retarded and evil and immoral, but you'll then be condemning the ones you blindly love and blindly suck hard dick too.... the masses, the populists... oh the fucking oppression..... the establishment.... ooohhh the MACHINE... ooohhhh.... we like to rage against the machine because MTV says it's HIP..... HIP.... HIPOCRACY....(sp)

Curious and Hay will never grow up to have Emotional Retardation.

423.6% Sequential Non-Life: I'm Stuck With A Valuable Friend, I'm Happy, Hope Your Happy Too...

An Objective State of Mind often occurs immediately after Shock, or with Shock... then it dissipates into a state of feeble infantile anguish... prolonged sustainable shock which can be generated by physical and internal events, circumstances... causing white hairs before one's time... the dissipation phase is not as abrupt so as to cause the infantile exhaustive reflex, or meltdown, rather what occurs is the peaceful endorphin like state of the gazelle with neck broken by the hyena, glazed eyes, no more running, no more discernible pain... just a serene acceptance. I die in ways now. Cold early March, but the sunsets later... it's nice in its absurdity, as it cannot be cold nor warm nor angry nor happy... objectivity remains, then nothing.

My conversations with a man who doesn't realize he is crazy, and therefore is very crazy:
Man: (rubbing clothing of passerbys in the food court of Rockefeller center to give him a sense of ground under his feet, include my jacket)
Lockheed: Kind Sir, I am, when compared to the 'average' human population in this current era, clinically and layman crazy too. Take Me and You and a Normal guy in the same room. Who's 'crazy'? Me and You are the Majority, we are of the 'average'. Thus, we are normal and He is crazy.

...planet earth is blue and there's nothing I can do... check ignition, and may god's love be with you...

Filler Post 98: A Gentle Touch

Bizarre... I went to Burger King for lunch to spend exactly $2.19, and there was this old homeless black guy that the employees were trying to throw out, and he kept meandering around... and then he goes behind me, and strokes my shoulder... And the fry girl was like, 'Dat crazy n------ jus' stroked that Chinese guy's shoulder like diss'... and she demonstrated to another cashier... and they started laughing, and then I walked over to wait for my jr. whopper, and they were all yelling at the old guy, and he walks around again, and hides behind me, gently touches my back... then he just left the burger king all together...

Mar3 2006 c.e. I End This War

The initial wound will hurt, and will cause anger, and a tendency to unleash harsh and emotionally driven False Accusations... but it will eventually heal, and heal beautifully, and you will appreciate what it took and become stronger from it.

Me and Mum; Went to See Norman Mailer Talk About His New Book

I've only read one book by Norman Mailer, 'Gospel According to the Son', it was a good book, an easy read and actually a more 'user-friendly' version of the New Testament, even for those who 'hate' all established religions because they're established, especially western religions(ie- white people).

Anyways, Pulitzer Prize winning or not, I always thought Mailer was some sort of literary Tom Clancy. His reading was held about the 'Big Empty' a book he and his youngest son wrote. His son was there too. His son reminded me of every american kid in his mid to late twenties or early thirties, or pretty much every kid that old(or young). The super hypocritical anti-corporate type, the 'by all means don't 'sell out' type or you'll lose your 'hipness', yet who's majority of joy in life is based upon derivatives of what corporations by their very nature create and allow to exist.' I doubt he'll grow out of it, because his Dad is the same way and he's 83 years old. That irked me a bit. BECAUSE, I know if their wishes came true(the wishes of the 'Well-Intention Misguided Pussies' [WIMPs], they will bring us all down to Zero, just so there is equality. There is no Equality in Nothing. There's Nothing. And I don't think Mailer would've continued to write novels if he didn't get rewarded monetarily by a corporate mega publishing house(and in gross disparity of concentrated wealth that he supposedly rants against). It's easy to be Poor and lazy and then have that emotionally retarded wish for and see the idealism in socialism(full spoon feeding for your whole life), just as its easy to be Rich and spoiled to have the luxury and emotional retardation to wish for the idealism of socialism. But even with socialism, there will be a central power structure that you'll all learn to hate anyways because you aren't part of it(and with that type of habitual self destructive thinking, you'll never be, nor will your kids; it's a total lack of brass balls).

I'm taking a bus home tomorrow after work. It might crash, and I might burn. Chances are high that it won't crash, chances are high that it will crash, and I will burn, but chances are HIGHEST, that I won't die, which sucks.

Melanoma P<23.6% Pitiriasis Rosaecia P<61.8%

The photo on the left is new. Light colored, circular, squared expansion around core, derivative of a scratch. Most likely heat rash, merely epithelial.

The photo on the right is old. I've had this one on me for several years. The rate of growth subsided. The expansion is uniform around the core. Possible cancer.