TheWord is crazy about analysists,
analysists, analysists.
I don't care about analysists,
analysists, analysists.
And I don't care about
charts, charts, charts.
Nor about algoriths,
prognosications
and the price
of sex in
Bangkok.
I'm as happy as a lark
and TheWord is sad.
Which do I prefer -
his head or mine?
Maybe TheWord doesn't need
therapy and sanity.
Maybe what he needs to
brighten him up is:
Add to My Watchlist
What is My Watchlist?