Notes from a "Brand Journey"

"Words are the liquid power of an organization, and we’re all empowered to author the brand every day..." - Paola

Yes stocks come with shocks and bonds can’t wave wands and straddles are for cattle and discovery creep for sheep and the Dow is a cow and the S&P is asleep and money markets are funny carpets and derivatives are recidivive and callable swaps are pops to the chops and assets are grass hits with portable tits and puts are sluts and debt is wet and gold is cold and leverage is a beverage and triple witching is a bitch for pitching and ditching and calls are falls whether covered or naked you still will get ra-ked by markets that bargain and buckets of jargon and margins like hard-ons for algorithm jizm on hedge fund fudge runs, all you alpha salivators and beta data dumpsters and delta gay day traders and buried librarian contrarians who adopt your options and abort your shorts for the long song haul, for a rising tide lifts all yachts but high rates take lobsters from pots, and sharks never change their spot trades, and whalewatching is too much like slots nowadays, so grab your inflation rations from the commodity squeeze freezer in the GDP eatery where earnings are burning and dividends are toast and bacon’s in the making and eggs are all in one basket to roost, as they boast in unemployment toilets where imports are snorted and exports deported, that dollars holler and foller the tape you should cry when you buy but don’t yell when you sell if you shape your escape at the closing bell shake-down hosing hell hoe-down just take a flier on the buyer if inquiring to aspire to pump the slump and dump the jump for you subsidize the risk when you bask in the ask and authorize a frisk when you rid the bid so just camouflage your arbitrage for proxies taste the toxic waste and junk is just not fungible and crown jewels are not paste and bubbles are trouble and Ponzi schemes are conmen’s dreams and pyramids are beer run bids to doom your boom and bust your lust, just bullshit and bear it from uptick to downgrade ‘til the fed eats your homework and your credit fork has had it, for you can’t clone the euro zone or phone in a loan on your own dialtone or wedge in a hedge when you’re pledged to the ledge to perverted serves of inverted curves, bargain malls of margin calls, the something fetid in synthetic credit, save your shells for the dumbbells, Windex the index before you back up the truck or your fucked, take cramdowns on bagel town before you book at par for mounting with cookie jar accounting, are the black swans game changers can we really socialize the dangers?