September 13, 2004

job vs portfolio


  some few of us may have 
a serious hypogriff type
   klass kontradiction
inside of ourselves

a mutually 
countering pair of tugs

one 
from our job
 the other
 from our portfolio


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pinky's  humor wars

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  my two predominant 
     bodily  humors

co -exist in a nasty 
volitile imbalance

seems they're 
always in dubious battle


the two fuckheads
never quit

blitz each other
take a beating
blitz back

 back and forth
back and forth


the result:

my  calender
of changing
behaviour and mood 


fuck can it afright my vicinity .....

i'm 
 not unlike
a " russian war  "

the frontline
shifts  so rapidly
over  vast distances

 yo yo style


by the way 
in my case

the humor wars

are

a battle of  the biles

yellow vs black

fury vs despair 

 since  neither  ever fully wins 

  I'm  always  sure to lose 

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never gonna 
get to be

madam butterfly

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such is it

 for the mostest part
of todays great american patty burgers

tof course just about
all big  burgers 
were  " pupeee"  burgers once

grubs 
caterpillars
pollywogs

complete beings
butfuck
containing
on board  designs
 to sublate 
their present form 

designs
to morph
 
"to become"
something higher

and trully independent 

many
 maybe now most
patty burgers

for certain 
a larger share
 with every new generation

 never never never
get 
 to that next 
and higher form

never 
get around 
to spinning 
their own caccoon 

    never
 fully develop
the"potential"
waiting  there  inside them

waiting to be activated

but they stunt instead

 they 
 never florish

never metamorph

never  finally
burst the salariat form

sprout wings 
and  freely  flutter 
up and up 
                       to personal 
my own boss
        fulfillment 

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now there is a consolation
built into the system

 for these
perpetual  grub stuck sorts

these co-builders of a better guy'z pyramid

we call it 
a rentier pittance
a stock option a profit share
a contribution to some fuck a duck set up or other

the key

its self managed

its not a black box

like fucking 
say a union contrated
GM
plant workers  pension plan 
ala  walter reuther

no no no

this is
a plan
 for minds
 not hands

a "you choose between'
 set of funds
to build your own personal portable
portfolio of stocks and bonds


a real portfolio
just
like the big boys got
only smaller
a lot lot smaller

but size
whats size

u can grow it 

at any rate

the tower figures
a stock owner
 is a way  better 
exploitation
prat boy
then just a 
home
owner

he's got a real
 stake in the "system"

the system 
that 
 successfully
thwarts
hiz  fulfillment
whilst 
rippin a reward
out of his  job efforts

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 but 

heres where
 the battle of the biles
 comes in

if sublation is blocked

the yellow bile gets flowin


if the portfolio flounders
the black bile flows

the two mood makers
 fight
 to take charge

vie for pre-eminence

the patty burgers 
heart and mind 
is ruffled with conflict

the yellow 
of rage and wrath
vs 
the blackness
 of despair and gloom


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  " tending to
  a personal portfolio 
after the novelty wears off
 usually  makes  the average guy 
          melancholy"
                                 warren buffet  

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   yellow bile =thwarted fulfillment

black bile= rentier dysthemia 


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heres the post point

the 
401kkk revolution

is an attempt to depress the prole katz
like the patty burgers


hamlet homer 
q.e.d.
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Posted by pinky at September 13, 2004 06:26 AM

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