The market is never going down again. You can watch all you like, waiting for a pull back–but rest assured–it shall never happen. And more, you will dissolve into nothing–reduced to your beginning–a singular, fast swimming, sperm cell. Everyone is laughing at you for missing out on this this grandiloquent affair, even the men with tweed coats and monocles.

Your neighbours whisper secrets about you behind your back–because you’re stupid.

So many sectors did well today, especially large cap. Small capped stocks have broken out of their insane asylums and are now knifing their way higher.

Ten bucks says JMBA breaks $3.

My old man stocks are surging, especially PEP and KMB. This doesn’t have to be hard  and you do not need to be smart–just show up.

My play is Japan, asset managers and home construction. Your play might be marijuana, solar and chinese burrito stocks–THAT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE A GOD DAMNED VAGABOND without a home or purpose in life.

“The Fly” is self financing the first ever Orbital Space Cannon (OSC) to be used for offensive purposes, represented by the upper echelon civilian in the United States–an echelon that intends to vaporize whole cities by pressing a small, round, button.

Enough about me. What are you interested in financing (just kidding, I am not interested at all, not in the least).

For the day, I was down (0.22%). You  might be over there, smoking cancer from a menthol cigarette, wondering “how can a man, such as this Fly, speak to me in this bold manner whilst losing money?” The answer is simple: “The Fly” is in a constant state of winship. Therefore, down days are nothing more than vacations. Gratuitous loss of capital is good for my karmic balance. It helps to put things into perspective that when the wins re-accelerate to the upside, there can be nothing put in my path to derail or stop me from what is rightfully mine.

I dare you to try to take it from me.