This is my balls on the kitchen island, whilst speed chopping carrots, play: GET LONG AIRLINES. These fuckers are about to explode to the upside. Do you know why?
The seasonality Gods have spoken to me and they despise oil. They are in the camp of Dennis Gartman and feel, emphatically, that oil will trade down to a wooden nickel (not a regular nickel, a fucking wooden one!), pre-industrial revolution pricing for a post hedonistic society.
While some of you lasses prance around NYC in search of 100kt jewelry to be placed and stored inside your vaults, “The Fly” is in full tax collector mode today, relentlessly burning the candle at both ends to find a winner.
That future winner is SAVE. Write it down on a piece of paper, shove it in a bottle, and then toss it to Europe. I don’t give a shit what you do with it, as long as you know that I mentioned it here today. Stick it up your ass for all I care.
With available proceeds, I also bought AGIO, the cancer curing company (muauauaauah).
My agenda is stacked heavy with things to do, people to see, and enemies to destroy. Please, for the love of all that is graceful in this short life, do not waste the time of a Space Alien Magician, for it is a mortal sin.
In short, fuck oil; I’m an airplane man.