FORGET ABOUT GOING ON VACATION OR ACTING LIKE A GOD DAMNED FOOL AT A LUXURY AUTOMOBILE OUTLET. THERE ISN’T ANY TIME IN THE DAY THAT AFFORDS ME SUCH ECCENTRICITIES. I, “THE FLY”, AM BUSY ALL DAY INSERTING ORDERS, WITH PROLIXITY, INTO MY MACHINE, WHICH THEN PURCHASES SHARES OF PUBLICLY TRADED COMPANIES FOR ME AT DISCOUNTED PRICES, OF WHICH I SELL– AT A TIME TO BE DETERMINED– BY ASTROLOGICAL MEANS– FOR PROFIT, AT MUCH HIGHER, ELEVATED, PRICES–FOR THE BENEFIT AND ENRICHMENT OF THE HOUSE OF FLY (god damn it that was good).
WHILE YOU PARTAKE IN HOMOSEXUAL EXCHANGES AT YOUR LOCAL GOLF COURSE AKA “THE OLD MAN MUSEUM”, “THE FLY” IS BANKING COIN, LISTENING TO AFRICAN JUNGLE MUSIC, STARING AT THE SPEARS HANGING ABOVE HIS MANTLE.
AS YOU EAT CHEESE AND BREAD, EVER-SO-GENTLY, DIPPING INTO A SMALL VAT OF OLIVED OIL, “THE FLY” IS MOVING AMONGST THE SHADOWS, ARMED WITH KNIVES AND TNT, LIT FUSES, IN SEARCH OF HIS PREY.
CONSIDER YOURSELF SOMEWHAT FORTUNATE TO BE ALIVE DURING THE ERA OF “THE FLY’S” INVESTING RENAISSANCE. YOU SHALL BE ABLE TO TELL THE GREAT GRANDCHILDREN–JUST PRIOR TO YOUR DEATH– OF THIS ELEGANT PERIOD OF INVESTMENT SUPREMACY, MOST APTLY DEMONSTRATED FOR THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE, HERE, AT iBankCoin.com.
Good Day.
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