Duverstehstmined

You don’t stay the boss unless you know how to give out tough love

I’m your biggest fan

I'm so serious

Very loose remake of a shawty lo song
Yes i’m d4l since 2005 and I’m patriotic for surrealism too

Foolish (my version)

Couldn’t stop thinking about this meme since I saw it, well here’s a news story from April 19. Imagine you’re waking up in this dudes bed and he says this

NEW YORK (AP) — JPMorgan Chase & Co. CEO Jamie Dimon must undergo up to two days of questioning by lawyers handling lawsuits over whether the bank can be held liable in financier Jeffrey Epstein’s sexual abuse of teenage girls and women, a federal judge said Tuesday.

During a telephone conference with lawyers, Judge Jed Rakoff in Manhattan ordered Dimon to set aside two days for deposition testimony, though he didn’t specify when. He said one day of testimony might be sufficient and lawyers would have to get his approval to continue to a second day.

The New York bank, the nation’s largest, has been sued by the government of the U.S. Virgin Islands and two women, both identified as Jane Doe, who say they were abused by Epstein.

The lawsuits contend JPMorgan should have seen evidence of Epstein’s sex trafficking and avoided profiting from it.

The bank, besides denying the allegations, has sued one of its former executives, saying the man hid Epstein’s decades of sex abuse and trafficking to keep Epstein as a client.

Darin Oduyoye, a JPMorgan spokesperson, said lawyers for the lawsuits against JPMorgan “know our CEO has no relevant knowledge, but persists with this media stunt designed for headlines and clicks.”


Also i meant to put a line in here that goes “my trauma determines my reality”, which is the main error psycho subjects seem to make but I forgot to say it and this kind of idea is not worth spending that much time on

Jamie dimon’s morning monologue

Bad guys have feelings and desires just like you, that’s the whole idea here

Funeral for a pimp

Cover and translation of Vanessa da mata’s ‘não me deixe só’

Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz

Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz

Não me deixe só
Tenho desejos maiores
Eu quero beijos intermináveis
Até que os olhos mudem de cor

Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz

Não me deixe só
Que o meu destino é raro
Eu não preciso que seja caro
Quero gosto sincero de amor

Fique mais, que eu gostei de ter você
Não vou mais querer ninguém
Agora que sei quem me faz bem

Não me deixe só
Que eu saio na capoeira
Sou perigosa, sou macumbeira
Eu sou de paz, eu sou de bem, mas

Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz

Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz

Ah ah.ah ah ah ah ah aah
Ah ah.ah ah ah ah ah aah
Ah ah.ah ah ah ah ah aah

Fique mais, que eu gostei de ter você
Não vou mais querer ninguém
Agora que sei quem me faz bem

Não me deixe só
Que eu saio na capoeira
Sou perigosa, sou macumbeira
Eu sou de paz, eu sou de bem, mas

Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz

Ah ah.ah ah ah ah ah aah
Ah ah.ah ah ah ah ah aah
Ah ah.ah ah ah ah ah aah

Composição: Vanessa da Mata


#MPB

Dont leave me alone

The FTX story is insanely romantic when you think about it

Keats night at the Nassau penthouse with the Alameda polycule

CHAPTER VI 
'For almost the whole of the nine years that I listened with unsettled mind to the Manichean teaching I had been looking forward with unbounded eagerness to the arrival of this Faustus. For all the other members of the sect that I happened to meet, when they were unable to answer the questions I raised, always referred me to his coming. They promised that, in discussion with him, these and even greater difficulties, if I had them, would be quite easily and amply cleared away. When at last he did come, I found him to be a man of pleasant speech, who spoke of the very same things they themselves did, although more fluently and in a more agreeable style. But what profit was there to me in the elegance of my cupbearer, since he could not offer me the more precious draught for which I thirsted? My ears had already had their fill of such stuff, and now it did not seem any better because it was better expressed nor more true because it was dressed up in rhetoric; nor could I think the man’s soul necessarily wise because his face was comely and his language eloquent. But they who extolled him to me were not competent judges. They thought him able and wise because his eloquence delighted them. At the same time I realized that there is another kind of man who is suspicious even of truth itself, if it is expressed in smooth and flowing language. But thou, O my God, hadst already taught me in wonderful and marvelous ways, and therefore I believed-- because it is true--that thou didst teach me and that beside thee there is no other teacher of truth, wherever truth shines forth. Already I had learned from thee that because a thing is eloquently expressed it should not be taken to be as necessarily true; nor because it is uttered with stammering lips should it be supposed false. Nor, again, is it necessarily true because rudely uttered, nor untrue because the language is brilliant. Wisdom and folly both are like meats that are wholesome and unwholesome, and courtly or simple words are like town-made or rustic vessels-- both kinds of food may be served in either kind of dish. That eagerness, therefore, with which I had so long awaited this man, was in truth delighted with his action and feeling in a disputation, and with the fluent and apt words with which he clothed his ideas. I was delighted, therefore, and I joined with others--and even exceeded them--in exalting and praising him. Yet it was a source of annoyance to me that, in his lecture room, I was not allowed to introduce and raise any of those questions that troubled me, in a familiar exchange of discussion with him. As soon as I found an opportunity for this, and gained his ear at a time when it was not inconvenient for him to enter into a discussion with me and my friends, I laid before him some of my doubts. I discovered at once that he knew nothing of the liberal arts except grammar, and that only in an ordinary way. He had, however, read some of Tully’s orations, a very few books of Seneca, and some of the poets, and such few books of his own sect as were written in good Latin. With this meager learning and his daily practice in speaking, he had acquired a sort of eloquence which proved the more delightful and enticing because it was under the direction of a ready wit and a sort of native grace. Was this not even as I now recall it, O Lord my God, Judge of my conscience? My heart and my memory are laid open before thee, who wast even then guiding me by the secret impulse of thy providence and wast setting my shameful errors before my face so that I might see and hate them. 

CHAPTER VII 
For as soon as it became plain to me that Faustus was ignorant in those arts in which I had believed him eminent, I began to despair

Pro contra faustus

"Coming home from the movies" album coming soon

seán

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