What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
Well, my love sick Slope-a-Dopes, although I’m currently holding a handful of titillatingly firm BOOMs, it remains a mounting mystery to me as to why Miss Market seems to be in heat this week. Just like a woman, does anybody really know what puts her in the shake shake mama mode. Lay lady lay, you’re a big girl now, don’t fall apart on me tonight.
It’s certainly not Mr. Macro’s tired beat up blood on the tracks run down looks that have Corina Corina all hot, sexy, and sultry in fine boots of Spanish leather.
In the States, the tangled up in blue economic data blowing in the wind can’t be impressing her too much, as she dons a new leopard skin pill box hat. In the East, the business class yellow men don’t seem to be getting as much carnal satisfaction from Bangkok’s sad eyed ladies of the lowlands these days. In Europe, the times they are a changin, what ever happened to all those privileged sensual French affairs with forever young latin lovers under the sizzling Tuscan Summer sun? Honey just allow me one more chance. Most likely you go your way and I’ll go mine.
Will the FED’s Mr. Tambourine man Ben Bernanke enchant her once again with his arousing poetry and gracious gratuities? Intensely stimulating our blonde on blonde with more pleasing easing sexual heeling. Got to serve somebody. All I really want to do, is baby make love to you. Will our deflated limp love minus zero earnings suddenly stiffen straight back up, fulfilling all her hidden desires on a night like this?
I want you, please don’t say it ain’t me babe. I’m so excited I’m about to blow my shot of love, baby let me follow you down. Make you feel my love.
She will be ultra aroused, only to be utterly disappointed. SPX 1389 and then right back down to 1269 like a rolling stone.
Evil Plan 71.0………It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.
BDI SOH’s Idiot Savant in collaboration with Bob Dylan (all words in bold belong to Bob)
On a more serious & somber note, please watch the scenes below. They capture the essence of the country’s melancholy, for me anyways. Can we so assuredly shoot the moon to new market highs in such a melancholic state?
This is darn good too:
As is this:
One of Dylan’s favorite’s, Mick Taylor’s beautiful song “Winter” captures the country’s anguish