Some day soon Wall Street giants will walk on their hands never sit or sleep. They will eat with their feet as nostrils drip and neckties droop. With toilets extinct they will launch missiles that blot out the sun and moon while in the dark the constant dinosaur of greed will roam the avenue and …
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