Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Venture Capitalist (Cut-up)

Dulce de Leche hyperion satyrs oozing torrents of liquid Armani seep from tarmac chasms, steep leviathan Dow Jones chattel box. Tick tock, tick tock, CLANG! Commodities commodified in soulless exhumations of mortgaged evanescences and bonfired immolations of mattress-stuffed altars of dream. Sopping up every bead of rosary sweat encrusted outer borough scrimpers and lottery-filleted assistants to the assistant to the assis… . Incisors sink deep into sweetmeat fantasticalities of obliterated housewifery and ‘for my boy’ portfolio pathétiques. Numerical legerdemain dazzles prostate Sweeneys, in blue collar villanelles of polished impoverished dreams. CRASH!
O! Such impoverished dr… (whirls of ‘ Chevy(ies) from the levy but the whisky was dry’).

“A level of financial exotica ensued, wherefore: ‘irrational exuberance’?”

Maybe this will be the day that you die.

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