Do you ever notice the times that just make perfect sense and there is absolutely nothing else that could go right? I had one of those eureka moments today. Whereas once he was a mere flutter among a sea of faces. He now glides past my office.

Advice

Possibly the best advice I've received in a while:

"Think short term, not long term."

Similar to hedge funding this is the key to success of these brilliant women that I am proud to call my friends. Thank you good friends. I heed your advice.

Far Right

Old. Decrepid. Withering away.

The soles of her feet, ashen gray.

The curls on her hair, fried.

The curves have turned into humps

The eyes have finished their tales.

The legs shine no more.

Her personality now weak and atrophied as her psyche.

She believes society's forgotten about her.

Still fighting for her place in the world.

The new generation is creeping.

Pissed.

At her, at her intolerance.

"May she die in peace" they say in different languages.

Her last request is that her Glenn Beck autobiography be buried with her.

Sexuality pattern altered, is a nursing diagnosis. SCORE!!!

Seed

This smile. Not any common one, but your own. Passed down through Zen. Imprinted on another creature.

See the tenacity on ridges of his teeth, help it grow to conquer the world just like you did once. See the culture on the ends of his lips, you can teach him to bend and make the world fall in love with him just like it did once with you. See the zeal on his cheeks that can alter future lives that he touches, teach him how to use this carefully. See the way his eyes burn blue with raw passion, a history of your now faint crimson eyes.

You have the spark, your words and actions create a new generation. You don't need a surrogate. You don't even need ovaries and testicles. Two of each is just fine.