Forex/Stocks/Bonds/35DayArc Ladder MDMA Cosmos
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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When men are dying they roll onto their backs. I do not know if this is true of monkeys as well, but I’d think so. Unless the little fella was snuffed in his boot. Maybe he's just napping.
He was indeed, napping. Then this morning he put on my tie before school, and I wasn't in the mood, because the sound of metal grinding in the city to wake up and go to a pathetic 'job' keeps me 'ROAR!!!' in the morning. So I didn't even smile. Mum smiled at him. I didn't.
Hay said, Curious, I told you he wouldn't like it...
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