3/2
Nothing brings me the delight like the weed-scent wake of a car driving by me. I love others’ smoking mary jane as they drive; the obvious nature of the act, the need for less speed, the pursuit of happiness regardless of authoritarian dictate, the wordless call to independence. I love how it can come sometimes out of nowhere, just the wayfare wanderings wafting away, I love the unexpected sweetness, like an olfactory fist in the air.
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God, I love the stock market. There is nothing more egalitarian, more conducive to the self-driven uplift of the masses than this system of trade, where the only concern of the players is the price. No regards to race, religion, ethnicity, sex, gender, or identity in general. Anybody can become anything if they learn the magic methods of the market. The only thing holding back this great uplift open to any who play it, today, is fear: fear of loss, fear of learning, fear of life. The only barrier to entry is knowledge, and knowledge is a free source of power for any willing to take the journey to seek it. The tree grows, oh it grows ever larger, the fruit growing yet riper on the vine, more bounteous with each harvest. Nobody owns the orchard, but some have worked its lands for generations, and so more well know the crop. Can they be punished for their learning? Or should we instead work alongside to learn the techniques of this trade, so we too can reap sweet rewards?
Just as each tree longs for its fruit to get picked, the market always needs someone to invest. New markets rise, new money is needed, there is no reason success should deny me, there is only ignorance and timidity that denies you.
3/5
Let us take a minutes pause
to think of those poor Romanovs.
So tragic, those conditions of dying
So tragic, these conditions of life
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Central to the nature of man is perversion. Embrace this.
3/8
The greatest danger to beauty is love, falling in love wrecks a beauty.
3/10
The only worthy love is on the idealized self, idealized in one’s own manner of choosing, and the pursuit of it’s lived realization. Done earnestly, fully and honestly (I want to here intractably and completely enshrine in this written record my utter commitment to the oxford comma and its importance [I give a fuck about an oxford comma] as only with the universal acceptance and understanding of this rule does my mental meaning more fully translate into this imperfect method of speak. Not a trifecta, but a duo, wherein a half is made of two parts) this should capture all one should need for the pursuit of a lifetime, that game long or short depending on vision and scope.
3/12
Beauty and judgment live together intertwined, today I cannot tell which is which.