To: WTMHouston who wrote (1164 ) 10/10/1999 4:56:00 PM From: marcos Read Replies (1) | Respond to
"No dun impended, I'm sure... " - Don't be so sure of that. Everybody's starting up paid websites, why not me. Would 18,500 pesos/wk suit you? I have a gun, you know. I'm not 15, but i think i was once. Can't be too sure, it would have been the Sixties if in fact it, and/or the Sixties, did indeed happen and were not faked in a studio. But it's time to get away from this bull/bear stuff - longs and shorts butting heads, so often with their heads up their butts, squabbling about the petty details of just why and how much overvalued is this or that particular seven-digit-P/E, or, as is so often the case, no-digit-P/E, equity paper. 'Equity'? - what's equal about it, i ask you. "Equality," I spoke the word, as if a wedding vow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach, fearing not that I'd receive an enema in the instant that I preach, my pathway led by confusing touts, mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too funny to neglect deceived me into thinking they had something to protect. Good and bad, I defined these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now. Did you ever stop to think. I mean about how we may have been to some degree affected by our machines and the ready availability to such a multitude of electrons which they bestow upon us? I fear this may lead to no good, it may byte us in the end. The risk exists that inexorable forces of entropy will conspire to reduce all human thought down to the level experienced previously only by those ripped on acid watching a Fellini flic. Man, did he have an eye for faces, or what. Let me ask you, why have you read this so far. Don't you have better things to do. I got your number, pal. No, i say forget about trading this stupid paper and fighting over its relative merits and demerits and yadda yadda yadda. Been there, done that. No, let's go direct to the source, the motherlode, El Dorado - let's print the stuff. Bushels of it. Let's pick an ego and IPO it. To the moon Alice.
