11th Chronicle it’s the hour of the Rooster and the year of the Monkey.
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It’s the hour of the Rooster and the year of the Monkey.
As the sensuous whisp of my incenses burns ever so gently and
engulfs my room, it leaves me wondering what attract a bee to a hive? is it the
love being courted as future recruit as worker bee or to serve the Queen bee,
or is it the love of honey, that make money for the beekeeper. Once again as I
stirred hot concoction and wondered. So, the adventure begins with me taking a
chance on going downtown where droves humanity went to make living. If you
stand aside as the wall Streeter file past you on the sidewalk of life. Can you
imagine, the dedication, the addiction these men and women have, they are an
envy of a Roman battalion who are loyal and dedicated till the bitter end. It's
hard to leave a sweet addiction that provides you with all you need monetary, companionship,
leadership, comraderies, tutelage, and advice of others life experience.
Loyalty was priceless, there were many honey traps, there
were land locked pirates who Shanghai upward mobile professionals to their side
of the fence. The bait was always catering to the victim’s needs, position,
title, headhunter abound in the street which had the highest walls, and the
streets were full of splatter of blood, it was like a cannibal fantasy refusing
to eat a missionary it was too tempting not to. In the coliseum of dreams, it’s
a headhunter wish, he missed you like a wolf misses a sheep, just like the
spider smiled at the fly, a true Venus flytrap.
So, beware as you enter any Linky Blue Inn or enter into any contracts that bind you.
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