Dispirited By It All — FUCK OFF

You’re all a bunch of Eddy Barzoons clawing at each others faces in order to get ahead. You will do whatever it takes, bereft of composure and grace — because you were raised like barn animals. You drink too often, eat too much, suck too many dicks, and now you want people to die en masse. You root for the good guys, who are actually the bad guys, and take pleasure in the maladies of your so called enemies. You are darkness personified and eschew the light because it makes your eyes squint.

Cave dwelling pieces of shit.

I barely traded today — still made +62bps — PINNED TO RECORD HIGHS — and yet I don’t care. I feel no sense of accomplishment and do not feel special for being able to achieve something that even a child could do, if paying attention in earnest.

I work too hard, spend too many hours entrenched in an abstract world filled with malignant personas.

I have no opinions on the market other than to say the opinions of the people around me are revolting and make me sick. Perhaps I am having a bad day and I will feeeeeeel better in the morning. I am not seething or enraged, or even upset. I have a general taste of disdain in my mouth, the sort of bitter flavor you get when you bite into a lemon. I do not want to complain — because those are the provocations of emotional women. That comment was designed to trigger some of you so have at it.

Ok, I am leaving now — off to the gym — where I will race on the hamster wheel and lift dumbbells over and over again, in between rote sips of water and labored breaths.