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ToNeR MaN...
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Toner Man's making his flight
Deflation is starting to bite
His sole super power
A Keynesian shower
To the Banks under cover of night
The Limerick King
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As Toner Man falls from the sky
The holders of equities cry
Their wealth will be gone
A terrible con
When there's no greater fools left to buy
The Limerick King
KEYNESIAN PULP
Maria is showing the wares
She uses to strangle the bears
Ben's loyal minion
Her only opinion:
"Salvation is owning some shares"
The Limerick King
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Okay, maybe I've just not had enough to drink, but dang it, seems like one heck of a phallic symbol behind mamma duck there. Maybe it's just the lighting....
Excellent as always, but Toner Man is more like Gigabyte Man these days. The "money" on the banks balance sheets doesn't even exist in fiat paper form, it's nothing but a bunch of 1s and 0s on a hard drive somewhere. Printed money would actually be an improvement.
The Bernank can print better than most
Stock markets he surely will toast
Investors smell fraud
As they pray to their God
And not to a Keynesian Ghost
I thought the fiat would be shooting out of his ass.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8yph3rb27o
friends, posers, proselytizes, neighbors, comrads & bitchez...glad tidings to you all. my time in so-cal has been well-spent, and (oddly enough), it is you who above all stand to from my trip benefit. i believe i've in times past alluded to this tendency of mine, and since it's a virtue that keeps (for me) rackin up virgins in heaven, i'll keep livin to spread the givin! so, without further ado, let me get on with part two...
where was i?...ahh, yes, the bright-eyed french girls. so, as i was saying below and i hereby affirm above, i at first asked them if they were spanish. they corrected me.
and as those things go, it wasn't so much the way that they corrected me, but that they corrected me with specificity...i'm trying to say that they claimed to be french; and they demonstrated it by speaking fluent french, with a parisian/cosmopolitain flair. a very convincing form of french.
we should at this point identify two operative forces at play; the first of which is that, because they were performing manuvers that would make an ungentlemanly-sort gawk (possibly salivate), i had to assume that they were whores. the second operative force is that they weren't; they were in fact european (french even). these people are renkown for their impulses...rarely have i seen a european that wasn't thrusting their vagina straight at the sun...after which they're never long between bouts of thigh-spreading fun. and, again, i know this sounds like i'm exaggerating...but i ain't.
gosh...what should i relate...maybe appelinea's (sp?) idea to stand on our hands while we balanced the other below...i got to hold both of thier opposing ankles as they inverted their stance against the sun...appelinea wore her undergarments for a bathing suit -- the other wore a green one. they teamed together to hold my ankles skyward as long as they'd stay -- i learned what forever meant that day...oh, and by the way, appelinea wrote me a poem later that night and i saw her the next day...as to the poem, i'll post it next...here tis:
hi xxxx,
we had an amazing day
playing around a different way of french hugs
time stopped until now so we are missing your combo
but time does not exist and maybe your combo either
so lets connect within time
nam myoho renge kyo
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VENICE #
13/05/03
pretty rad, no?
i have no idea what that last part means, but she kept chanting it on the beach as i smoked her marijuana...i've listened to crazier shit than that whilst smoking pot in my days on God's earth; and so i was more than happy to hear it wispered over and over by a gaulic goddess. life could be worse. the worst part of all this is that i'd most love to share these stories with my wife (whom i love), but i get the sense she wouldn't understand...she isn't the most expansive of thinkers -- at least as far as i'm concerned. but i pray for her.
the best part of it was that i could at all times see her nipples...and i wasn't long between glances. vive la france!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XacvydVrhuI
there is a more serious side to affairs here in sunny LA, and they involve a certain private-equity firm (whose name i shan't mention). really, bitchez, even though i know i'm damn-good at this shit, i never thought a degree in ZH revolutionary finance would yeild such an enormous wind-fall. i'm talkin 11 figures AUM for which i'm interviewin...niggah please! yup. it all may just happen. and i went in with the beard and hair; and soon discovered that it wasn't rare -- no one in LA wears a tie...or even cares. so i'm where i belong.
but it isnt' as if janus or TD or WB can claim the credit; this goes back to a time long before the days of ZH...back to the days of gen X and its generative forces...back to the 80's...mr. murray, if you don't mind, queue the age-olde advice:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X48G7Y0VWW4
so i expect you see what i'm trying to say...
goonga-galoonga...goonga-goonga-galoonga...
truth be told, there's tons more to write and relate...but the rarest of LA rains is popping against this sheet-metal roof, and i'm totally into it; totally into listening to it. i'm feelin i could make a life of this.
some goodies for LA rainy-days:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRhWvAKNoXI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6iWRRXDu_4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIfxLgB9cW8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8A9Y1Dq_cQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rF1bssG9Js
like an American,
janus
Defense Distributed - The Feinstein Maghttp://youtu.be/0tVwhmfV1bU
In Cody we? trust
In the original B Traven novel, the leader of the banditos was called 'Goldhat.'
From a 'holdbuysell' post and very apropos here:
http://silverdoctors.com/pic-of-the-day-bernankes-keyboard/
Almost got run over by a Lamborghini this morning. They just opened a new Lamborghini outlet at the end of the street. Bernanke Bucks overflowing the neighborhood around here. The insane are giddy with delight. The streets aren't safe. I'm going to the park to jog from now on.
oh s.u.a.d.-yea. (suad=shut up and drive)
hear this.
"Someone Else Is Steppin' In" "Down Home Blues" - Denise LaSalle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WyPVrNy9Ng
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Bien vinedo, wildbill!
!?Que pasa, bitchez?!
saddle-up, mo-fos; It’s storytime:
Janus, here – reporting to you live from a mountainside somewhere just south of Malibu. It’s overcast, and that’s just what I needed; as I haven’t stopped going since the wheels touched down.
Getting right to it: I’ve made a big decision. And now I’m at the stage where I’d like to formalize this decision with a statement…it goes like this: I, being of sound mind & thus & such, do hereby declare myself a Californian. I make this statement by my own free will and accord; and thereby do further assert that I shall henceforth do my new home state proudlike, and in all ways cherish her.
It’s been a splendid week over-stuffed with succulent goodies for those who favor mad-cap hijinks, peculiar adventure and a billowing brand of gusto; and seeing how I’m sorta the world’s leading altruist and pursue the happiness of others with reckless indifference to my own welfare, I figure I’ll share some of the story with you. And let this be a lesson to all you haters:
I’m not going to tell you where this place is exactly; and that is because the surly and smarmy majority of ya wouldn’t be welcome…you haven’t earned it, and you should know better. Be that as it may, many of you ‘undesireables’ insist on insinuating yourselves amongst your betters and in locales far too sublime for your boorish & philistine tastes. I say all that as predicate to this story for a very simple reason (that should be evident) – haters, keep your hatin-asses firmly rooted where they are…this place will destroy you and, what’s worse, be destroyed by you.
No doubt about it, LA is going to destroy janus, too – but this will prove to be a good thing; as I suspect we’ll both learn a lot from the experience.
This saga begins at terminal #2, LAX. My buddy picks me up in the auto I’ll be conducting up and down the mean-streets of santa monica, Malibu and ‘the valley’. It’s important to describe this thing I’m driving, inasmuch as a more perfect car for sliding through the serpentine roads this side of the santa monica range cannot be possibly be found (at least not on this side of the santa monica mtns.) it’s a 1969 toyota land crusier…three on the column (gotta double-shift to go into “1”)…all original everything (including the AM-only station (I’ve been listening to lots of salsa music this week))…you bettah know it, bitchez, it’s a chic-magnet (and it comes standard with a pussy-winch welded to the front bumper).
Anyway, we cruise through LA, on through venice, up past santa monica and then start tacking back and forth about the curves of this mountain’s maw. And if you into stuff like wonder and awe, you can’t do better than a California cliff-side canyon-ride. Such has been my daily commute. Stay jealous.
About half way up, we turn into this blind hedging some hippy’s transgression against good sense, “the institute of courage” (I’m not kidding). And up on past that, slicing through a seam in the canyon, you come upon a little gravel lot. You park there.
Then you trudge up a few paths, past the communal shower, wind around some towering pines, and there, perched at the top, is my buddy’s tree house. Now, I don’t want to bog this down with too many details…suffice it to say, this is the coolest place to live in the known universe. Just to give you a sense: as I write, I’m soaking in an outdoor cast-iron tub overlooking a mountain draped in muted purples and glossy greens…oh, and I’m semi-stoned (so that helps). Every night I sleep beneath a bed of stars shimmering through a jumbled lattice of pine leaves (I will confess that the sap can be an issue). The air at night is also something I could describe in luxuriant detail; but I won’t. It’s far more important that I focus my energies on the daytime. The first of which was spent on a 6 mile hike up the mountain, followed by a rousing campfire chat with the neighbors. I thought the first day so nice it couldn’t be outdone; but I was wrong.
The next day saw me making steamy eyes across an al fresco dining area with these perky little polo princesses – that was breakfast. Soon thereafter, the sun and all its splendor commanded that I visit his beach and make supplication to the same; and so I did.
A stipulation of the sun’s instruction was that I should find my way to a majikal spot on venice beach (and something about me knowing it when I saw it). And so, much like Abraham, I set out for a land that Ra would show me – a land overflowing with co-eds and assorted cuties. Let me tell you this much, it sure pays to obey.
Not long after I downed a few beers with the freaks in a beach-side venice bar did I answer the call to depart that den of debauchery and retreat to a pure place of free-spirited and playful grad students. You see, I was fully expecting the kind of fairy-tale afternoon that did there unfold. You could almost say I demanded the opportunity to flirt-and-frolic/roll around in the waves & discreetly misbehave with girls exactly like those that showed up that fine afternoon.
Maria & merea (yes, it was very difficult to keep them straight; and not only for the phonetic similarity of their names, but also because they tended to blur into a single being of ethereal bliss while basking in Ra’s benevolence), sweet as sugar blossoms, is what they were. I felt like kidnapping them and running off to a primitive island, marrying them in the ancient heathen custom, knocking them up; and then returning to venice to start the whole thing over again. I told them as much…they giggled, but I was very serious. They were on their way to Fiji – I hope they’re safe and happy, as we left some business unfinished on the beach that day.
The next day I set out for venice again (believe me, you would too). And so, feeling short-changed by Ra – losing my libertine lasses to Fiji was rather sad – I made my way to the beach faithful that Ra would out-do himself and deliver a couple of French babes perfect for play and soft petting. Ra is not known to disappoint…and so there they were, waving their limbs in a highly suggestive way, trying to uncover a means of making pilates sexier than it already is. And, if it matters, I reckon these filles du printemps, are set to revolutionize the world of pilates – by making it so sexy it’ll require a warning.
They caught me gawking, and motioned in a beckoning way.
I strolled over and sat between them (believe me, you would too).
Okay…that’ll do for part one – I’ve gotta go have tea with this precious little (and obnoxiously wealthy) Japanese girl from Chelsea (NY). She’s a performance artist (and it shows. Mmm, mmm, mmm); you see, janus has developed a curiosity viz. her charms and whatnot – and so I can’t not partake in tea. And, insofar as she’s Japanese, I’ll bet the tea is top-shelf. Then I promised to cook jambalaya and beignets for the community tonight. so, I’m off to get stoned, drink tea, flirt, make my way through a 12-pack, play the gracious host/chef, flirt some more, get stoned again, wink at the stars…you know, california-style.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WP2exZurfc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQs22Kt-vZk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLIpD5gJsAU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2J5NzlB1Mc
& last but not least:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PytxPaU6k4
now i'm going to say something else before i get my two sugars-lumps and the delicate dab of cream swirls into an opaque amber: i was terrified that happiness would impair my gift; but such just isn't the case -- the gift assumes a different hue, no doubt; but it's equally infused by mirth as it is 'difficulty'. and so, janus has decided to be happy (at least for a while). but, fret not, it will be a sinster/arch-villany form of happiness.
long live LA,
janus
Topanga Canyon?
no comment, WB.
but i wanted to touch base with you while i was here; and then i got overwhelmed with pussy (it happens)...nevertheless, i'll be back; and whence i return i'll contact you, inivite you, cook for you & introduce you to some people who definitely don't live in that crazy place you mentioned (that you should edit from your reply).
all the same, this is a place you'd feel very much at home. it's LA, but an LA like back in the late 60's...like laurel canyon harkoning something it was that it should've always remained...fuckin bourgeoise.
anyway, i'm gonna get started on part II...and, if you're interested, the jambalaya was jam-up delicious, the beignets begnign (though i over-yeasted the dough), and the japanese-chic was/is all-kinda awesome. i sense she's craving an adventure; and i'm just the sort to give it to her. what i'm trying to say is that i want her to remember me in some way...some specific way...something i cannot possibly say -- seein how i'm a gentleman.
it's bout to rain...but it never rains in camelot (except at midnight):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pyC7WnvLT4
got on board a west-bound 747...
it pours, man, it pours,
janus
@ janus 3533553
it's LA, but an LA like back in the late 60's...like laurel canyon harkoning something it was that it should've always remained...fuckin bourgeoise.
dude……..do you have any idea how many times this tale has been told…ah yes, those who have been there….they know it well….. the blissful dream state…….the libidinous pleasures of the lotus eaters in the promised land of the party hards………. where living large invariably means coming face to face with your compulsive obsessive shadow self.
beware these gaudy pleasures and the hidden truths they contain….for nothing in this enticing sybarite kingdom is what it seems....
Mirrors on the ceiling,
the pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
i do appreciate it; and i am mindful of this place and its endemic depravity, but...well, it's like this -- me and my shadow-self have been at enmity for many years now; and, for the most part, we've reached a certain understanding.
in fact, i'll let t.s. eliot answer thisn' for janus:
i have seen the moment of my greatness flicker/
and i have see the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker/
and in short, i was afraid.
or maybe i should let the boys at MP's flying circus answer for me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjio-F47IfM
but it's far too perilous,
i must stay & face the peril
or maybe lana:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYw7uZOODuI&NR=1&feature=endscreen
i'm tryin hard not to get into trouble,
but i got a war in my mind,
i just ride...,
janus
@ janus 3534923
i'm tryin hard not to get into trouble,
but i got a war in my mind,
i just ride...,
It’s not the destination it’s the getting there, what happens along the way, that matters.
We are all placed on this earth lacking essential experiences….what we seek is that which defines us……
Some things, as they say, are simply more enticing than others….depravity, the ride, the war, they are all one and the same….. …
Karmic circle?…..free will?…fate/ destiny… or just different strokes??....it is eros…the realm of the senses…… past, present and future…..in the here and now….behold….the city of angels………………….
http://money.cnn.com/2013/05/02/technology/security/bitcoin-porn/
Tom Waits - That Feel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzlrLimUaYM
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How Your Purchasing Power Was And Is Destroyed
http://market-ticker.org/post=220451
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"..The fraud you're being sold is exactly identical to going into a bakery and ordering a sheet cake. The baker asks you how many pieces you would like the cake cut into; your options are 2, 4, 8, 16 or 32. He then tells you that if you're really hungry you should choose 32, because that way you can eat more pieces.
You'd either laugh at the baker or string him up by his necktie were he to pull that crap, yet this is exactly what Ben Bernanke along with all the politicians have been selling you for the last 30 years.
"... Posted 2013-05-05 14:04
by Karl Denninger
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that feel ,, t.w / k.b
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Well there's one thing you can lose
It's that feel
Your pants, your shirt, your shoes
But not that feel
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You can throw it out in the rain
You can whip it like a dog
You can chop it down like an old dead tree
Always see it
When you're coming into town
once you Hang it on the wall
You can never take it down
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But there's one thing you can lose
And it's that feel
You can pawn your watch and chain
But not that feel
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It always comes and finds you
It will always hear you cry
I cross my wooden leg
And I swear on my glass eye
It will never leave you high and dry
Never leave you loose
It's harder to get rid of than tattoos
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And there's one thing you can lose
it's that feel
there's one thing you can lose
It's lose that feel
You can throw it off a bridge
You can lose it in a fire
You can leave it at the altar
it will make you out a liar
fall down in the street
You can leave it in the lurch
Well you say that it's gospel
But I know that it's only church
but there's one thing you can lose
and it's that feel
yes there's one thing you can lose
and It's that feel
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there's one thing you can lose
and it's that feel
yes there's one thing you can lose
and It's that feel
Rihanna - Shut Up And Drive
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up7pvPqNkuU
thanks for the link, shut up and drive,
the only way forward.
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Wednesday May 1 1:00pm
"everyone has the capacity to be what they might have been"
dr. doe lang
Positive Mind
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http://archive.wbai.org/#ankor80
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minute 30. check minute 48 and on...
the magic tongue tap. lalalalal...
Blues Brothers - Soul Man
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnaSRhMB_qo
Z.Z. Hill Who You Been Giving It To
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFCG2OO7rhI
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WWOZ Loves Jazz Fest!
http://www.wwoz.org/new-orleans-community/jazz-fest
http://www.wwoz.org/new-orleans-community/jazz-fest
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Doobie Brothers long train running studio version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5e3M6v-rCQ
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Toner Man is the super hero of the Elite. Saving them from the ravages of the useless eaters.
Happy Cinco De Merkel!
Sorry. Above comment was supposed to go here.
Thanks for lampooning Maria "G6" Bartiromo - her unwavering devotion to Ben's cotton candy markets deserves derision.
Great stuff, William,
but Maria's ass is a lot bigger than that. No room in the frame?
I was distracted by Ben's golden coiff.
Mr. williambanzai7,
Creedence Clearwater Revival: Bad Moon Rising
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BmEGm-mraE
Just found my new desktop background!
Have to ask tho, what city is that superimposed on the water?
I'm not sure. At first I thought LA, but now I don't think so.
With context, I am guessing either hiroshima or nagasaki.
That's how I want to go out! Bikinis on the Atoll...
bikini^2!
Great twist on the saying "The hemlines (on womens skirts) go up with the DOW" That synergy can not be fully monetized on most behind the desk financial MSM camera angles. Thanks to both WB7 and the King of Limmericks!
DANGER.....this is a 'Trojan Duck' sent from North Korea....it carries H5N1..........
I'm sure they would not do that since it would kill one off their last remaining off-shore money havens.
the term "Trojan Duck" being a metonymic expression? Rubber duck, because Trojans are rubbers? [he put on his Trojans to go out in the rain] better check out Urban Dictionary on that one.
Love Banzai's stuff!!!!
Some people pray, some people plan, but I -
"Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near...."
from toner man to boner man mark Zuckerburg launches his lobbying entity http://fwd.us and he needs your help
@FWD_us
We just added a new internship opportunity! We're looking for a creative videographer to tell great stories w/ video: http://fwd.us/jobs
https://twitter.com/FWD_us/status/330426951821049856
Great - Zuckerberg ass kissing in DC, and he wants our help.
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Just what we need, public policy Bozo Mark Zuckerberg.
They made a duck called Obama and it was incapable of flight
So they sat it out on the water but it started sink out of sight
All that money was wasted 'cause its anus was not water tight
Bennie started running away, yelling, "They can't make anything right!"
He opened his door and Chinese cook made a slice...He's serving the people tonight.
My question is:
Who the fuck pays for stupid shit like giant rubber ducks?
"Great idea. Put me in for $50,000."
Really.
It may seem stupid. However, it is drawing huge crowds of people to Ocean Terminal and Harbor City Mall. Probably the most expensive retail real estate site in the world right now.
So as an item of promotional spend, I would say Hong Kong and the Harbor City Mall are very pleased with their investment, which I would further hazard to guess is much more effective than spending the money on Facebook and Super Bowl ads.
In terms of the effect on the local population and the tourists, everyone seems to be having a very good time with it.
I personally think the money is better spent on a giant rubber duck than a drone or some scumbags bonus, to name a few examples.
I'm surprised it did not have LED's embedded in it's (rubber) skin so it could display images like a Goodyear Blimp.
"Who the fuck pays for stupid shit like giant rubber ducks?" ANSWER: The US Navy. They buy them for $100,000,000.00 each for target practice. Hope that helped.
The tales I could thee tell...
Great stuff William.