Friday, May 9, 2008

Odd, the Nod, of Cod

we all think we're so bloody smart.
hey, we might be.
so why don't we already run the biggest shop in the world? Or the holding company?
Bad luck?
Well, not really.
We never really tried to, did we?
We speak, we bluster, we lie, maybe not lie but we don't really know, we .....?.
We still want to succeed.
This is how it works.
You can't really work yourself
from the bottom to the top. It's a myth.
Some people might. But only if they sort of have the luck to be thrown into the blow up space of super nova fame of sorts.
Certain personality, looks, charisma. Lot's of chutzpah.
However it's spelled. May get you there.
It's a combo of talent and riches and bitches and wishes and fishes, cod and wod, whatever that is, a nod, or not, with a t or a d, and an iPod as a nod, to the would and could, of no what and sort of hey, what's what, which is not. A nod to an odd. That nod. To Tod?

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