Smoky lands with sandy nights bloody hands dunk'n delights candy cake fright with clock and sock and block left torn below the horn
Broken strands careless coughing journey's height well in sight mountain song pass out of gas with stolen hours and flowers rough and sour for the gang spread rough guff on fire devour
100 GRAND in the account spending spree jubilee food and drink spirits sore at the stand checking out two bags of onions and a can of meat what do you think? Your heart sinks empties residue dreams you leave the store galore don't pout or plea
Tendy’s Fortunate Son: “Otters notice how generous you are.”
I think I just got the “COVID”: meaning – Raytheon/Lockheed got the geoengineering mixture WRONG again and induced immune system shock and response. They’ve been spraying a SHIT TON the last two weeks here in Port Angeles, WA.
ABOUT OIL:
CONTANGO: when the spot price is LESS THAN the futures price.
BACKWARDATION: when the spot prices is MORE THAN the futures price.
THE EQUILIBRIUM PRICE STATE: when the futures price and the spot price balance and overlap.
Oil is currently in BACKWARDATION.
In MARCH of 2020, it was in CONTANGO.
FUN FACT: it’s nearly IMPOSSIBLE to find SPOT PRICES for OIL on the WWW right now. VERY VERY BURIED … wonder why?
This source is “okay”, but doesn’t really tell me what Japan is paying, specifically – probably uses simple arithmetic mean to obscure the extremities of everywhere BUT the USA: https://countryeconomy.com/raw-materials
*** anecdotal story from the KING COUNTY METRO bus stop, May 2020.
Some dude said, “Man, go down to the Seattle Center … Bill and Melinda Gates foundation is handing out food, places to sleep, free vaccine checkups.” (come see the paradise)
LAST FOOD for the brood the machine was crude put me in a 'tude as the fat burned off a little cough from the viral goo and a smile from the screen not mean ever seen when the twirled taters and onion craters crack your spleen
NOT GOOD when the heart cracks and the back leaks as eyes glow in the night no fright just now a yellow blight a cow a wolf a bat or a rat all on sale in the bale blue and green all in the TACO pouch covered in RED "Hope it's dead" sad the grouch
SOME DUDE too rude for service sells slurry kind of furry near the ferry his name was Jerry "Get more slop" and the cop with fists of fury pounded the poor beast and in silence a line so long no song just spilled grease
TELL JUDE to put the fam on the tram go to the central store a whore named Jelly in her belly carries the protein core a modest proposal a deal of Molech stench a bum on the bench dies quick sick? hit him with a wrench load the body it's not naughty a necessary pick so slick the last day for "Rick"
THE LAST MEAL by the bay with Jay and Sal your tent pals a sun sets as the sky turns black and food on the roll in the bowl red and brown with a frown gobble it down
LAST FOOD LAST FOOD
"FIVE MINUTES" said the clown at the gate no hate you just wait for the last food it's not too late
