Another Industrial Ugly Morning... or Another Suburban Family Morning... i'll know in time...

...just wanted to show you the awesome clip on lamp I got for Space Station Tater 7. It'll help me study better at home, and have a soft yellow light for overnight trading. FOMC generally dovish, GDP was bullish, but the JPY dipped 100 points after GDP, ahead of the FOMC, so short Usd/Jpy on pullbacks with a downside target within the Nov 2006 trading range. I also made my 'initial claims' for unemployment benefits. So tommorrow, for the 325K E, add one, to 325,001. And get a Lockheed's heads up... I'm hallucinating, a bit delirious, had serious diarrhea in the beginning of the weak... been rehydrating, but feel like I'm fading, and in ghostly waves, things return to me that still seem real. Always I try to break me, still I try to break me...

Oh Mount Kalias, Uncover Me...

Where the walls have fallen, broken me in half...
I will not rest, till I lay down my head... I shall not cry for the blind man I leave behind...
I'm gonna go, into the House of Stone and Light..

Excuse me, while I tend to how I feel... still I try to break me...

Another working day has ended...Only the rush hour hell to face... Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes... Contestants in a suicidal race...
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights....
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache....
Daddy only stares into the distance... All markets closed now... till sunday... Lockheed is short spot eur/usd naked, as a probable serious event risk with the FOMC leaning towards hawkish all of sudden... tables will turn, classes will shift, it's a big clusterfuck, and when there's clusterfuck, there's opportunity.

But Stand Close By Bettie Davis, because Her's was such a lonely ride...

...some who succeeded, and some who suffered in vain...
...and those who are successful, be always on your guard, success walks hand in hand with failure along the trading boulevard... fantasy world of celluloid villians and heroes... celluloid heroes never really feel any pain, and never really die...

If you're the joke of the neighborhood, should you care if you're feeling good?

There are times that you feel you're part of the scenery...
All the greenery... is coming down, boy...
Then you're wife seems to think your part of the furniture...
Oh, it's peculiar...

Take a trip to the city lights... take the long way home...

Island Goodbye, Island Goodbye...

..we've been too long together, my island and I.... troubles goodbye, troubles goodbye, we've been too long together my troubles and me... cobwebs and dust, I hate to leave you, but leave you I must... float throught the sky, we've been too long together, my cobwebs and I... Unlock the gate, lower the drawbridge, the hour is late... we've been too long together, my island me... Tear down the walls, tear down the walls, gather my treasures and scatter them all...

I am a Lineman for the County...And I drive the main road...

...searching in the sun for another overload... I hear you singing through the wires... I can hear you through the whine... and the Witchita Lineman... is still on the line...
...another industrial ugly morning... During the playoffs, HAY used orange peels for her helmet and shoulder pads... and kept tackling George and Mom, while Mom, as you can see, has now qualified for the 2007 Linear, .618 Spherical Milky Way Tetris Championship. Basically, since Pluto is now a simple district as opposed to a planet, her toughest competition is not going to be playing the tourney this year, as he is moving to Jupiter. And that entails a lot of red tape.

Please Don't Step On Goblin as you walk down the Boulevard...

...she looks so weak and fragile, that's why she tried to be so hard... but they turned her into a princess, and they sat her on a throne...

wa^a* + wb^b* + Pho(a/b)(sda)(sdb)

rocket keeps burning fuel so fast...

If You're the Joke of your Neighborhood, Should you care if you're feeling good?

Then you're wife seems to think you're part of the furniture... oh it's peculiar(not really)

To Be Quite Frank...

After June 2, 2007 c.e. I will know the final measure of my linear time...

We Have to Shout above the din of our Rice Krispies...

Daddy only stares into the distance...

Exerpt email to an old trading friend who joined the fucking army last year, right before the Second Platoon in Iraq:

Hey .......!

Things are awful here in the city and the trading life! I'm attempting to become an options trader at the Nymex/Comex/Nybot etc. I wear a jacket that's too big, and get paid minimum wage for running around like an idiot.

How are things with you?
It's a great country, filled with joy and sorrow at all times.

I think I might join the army if nothing turns up at the end of my quest by summer 07. I want to shoot guns and be able to automatically switch my philosophy and morals to Existential when I'm shooting the hell out of relative enemies.

I'm ready.

to kill.

-Lockheed

p.s. Seriously, if I had brian johnson vocals ACDC blasting on a fucking ipod on my outdated kevlar vest during ground warfare, I'd hopefully get one confirmed kill before getting my arm blown off(endorphins kick in at my shock so I only feel bizarro pain to the point where I can't feel it) and then I get blasted by a blunderbuss or collateral daisy cutter. Better than getting slowly tortured and beheaded with an rusty knife slowly and then be played over and over again on Youtube).

Every One I Know, Goes Away in the End...

...well, over the weekend, I made Hay a 'Jets' t-shirt after the Jets lost, and she wore it to school, and pretended it was an official NFL Jets Jersey, and thought they were going to the Super Bowl. The kids kept making fun of her, looking for the 'tag' inside the collar, and of course, there was none, not even a 'Fruit of the Loom' or 'Hanes' tag. And then she asked me, 'What if it rains?' because as you can see, it's made of scotch tape and cut up order tickets. I said for her to 'pat it down' with a paper towel from the lavatory if it gets wet, and not to scrub up and down or side to side. The moral of the story is, I've been shifted around from the Heating Oil pit at the NYMEX, to the Coffee pit at the NYBOT, and now to the Copper pit at the COMEX, and my wages are not even keeping up with Inflation; However, My wages have been keeping up with 'Deflation' the past couple years in fact! All in all, the probability of trading options on the floor full time are close to nill as all the pits are going electronic, meanwhile, I'm burning candles on both ends, and might have to pull out all stops and risk 'bankruptcy' as I approach the age of 30, and put on some nastily naked outright trades in the highly leveraged forex market if I am to survive with any dignity left in my utterly wasted potential life. As I write this, another one of my upper teeth is rotting out, and my gumline there reaches up close to my right nostril, but thankfully, it's covered by my mouth and lips. Perhaps a few good position trades on a nastily dangerous level of credit will allow me to prevent the collapse of my jawbone in a few more years. Funny, that I was so dismayed today, after getting into a small study rhythm, that I think I'm gonna drink alot of Jagermeister, which I was informed is to get drunk with other people, yet I frequently drink it alone at random bars. Sleep, death, end this error.