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Saturday, December 31, 2016

"Tonight's Word: For Love Or Money?" - Heisenberg - 12.31.16

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 8:11 PM EST on December 31, 2016

She's the candle burnin' in my room
Yeah, I'm like the needle
The needle and spoon
Over the counter, with a shotgun
Pretty soon, everybody's got one
I'm in a fever, when I'm beside her

She's the dollars
She's my protection
Yeah, she's the promise
In the year of election.
Sister I can't let you go
Like a preacher stealin' hearts at a travellin' show
For love or money, money, money... ? -Desire

And that brings us to tonight's word: FOR LOVE OR MONEY?

Here's to the wallflowers. I am so proud of my sister Sarah. Let your freak flag fly indeed. David Crosby was it? Genius is often misunderstood.


Happy New Years, classmates! When I look back on 2016, I'm reminded of a word Veritas said.. "speechless". Udderly speechless (oh, behave).

Real quick, Guinness + champagne = Black Velvet. Drink from the fountain of prosperity. https://www.youtube.com/shared?ci=x-hepqUe9xs

January started out like the other 6 dinarland years. No Christmas RV but hey, there's a 3 day weekend coming up. You feeling me? I think about that time we were still hoping to get $3 million-$11 million for each 100 T note. That was more than I ever hoped for. That was still pig in shit money. Then sometime in February some guy came out of nowhere like a boxer from the Bronx and said we could get $0.25 which is $25 million per note (The lop was still a thing at this point). You could hear a pin drop in Hawaii when he said that.

I think the next Zim increase went to $0.65 with the lop still. I still remember this guy calling in and saying there's no way we're gonna get $65 million for this piece of paper. LOL. big LOL. Where is that guy today?

I'm not really sure when the lop fell off. Possibly mid to late summer....early fall. Kind of a blur at this point as Ryan and Dunford became household names. And then came the big numbers! Sovereign rates, boyo! Master of my domain rates.

Three digits, four digits, five digits! six digits? At that point, what's a digit between friends? I could hear Ikos ulcer bubbling all the way to Kansas. You know what tho? He's absolutely 100% correct in thinking that. We're talking about numbers that aren't even in our economy, the world economy for that matter. Our Bronx boxer was asking us to open our minds to uncharted territory. And all for a $20 piece of paper? Inconceivable, but yet here we are. Minds open and prepared to receive. Mission accomplished.

Most everyone I listen to (which is limited I know. Some guys just give me heartburn which I've had enough of, thank you very much) are expecting that there will be no lop. Hallelujah! That is huge in itself. Even the street right right? But you still got guys like Zap and Doug and Ray saying who does that make sense to? Who does any any of this make sense to? What does anything that happened this year have anything to do with logic? This doesn't make a damn bit of sense to anybody but yet here we are. We are here for the mysterious and the unexplainable. Barreling down to 2017 with only one headlight. Like a steam locomotive cutting through that cool Colorado rain Casey Jones style. Out of control. Can you picture it?

I think most of us got in this for the money. Sweet sweet greenbacks. The freedom that money, big money brings. Travel is the spice of life. Pickle the old liver on a beach for the next 3 decades with a little arm candy or a nice tadpole for the ladies. Nice work if you can get it. Don't think there was much love at the beginning (I'll speak for myself on that one). But the good Lord knows I've got lots of love now. I've got love to share. And pretty soon I'll have the money to match that love. Time to RISE UP, right Tank? How about all of you? Tonight, after all the new years eve nights we've endured, on the cusp of our butterfly metamorphosis, ask yourself when you're singing auld lang syne, what you got on your mind? Love? Or money?

And that's the word


Ps. Bonoism: "the hard part is to make it look spontaneous." Trust your gut. Your instinct won't let you down.




I wanna run, I want to hide

I wanna tear down the walls

That hold me inside.

I wanna reach out

And touch the flame

Where the streets have no name.

I wanna feel sunlight on my face.
I see the dust-cloud
Disappear without a trace.
I wanna take shelter
From the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It's all I can do).

The city's a flood, and our love turns to rust.
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust.
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It's all I can do).



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