I'm still here.

I'm still holding.

I've picked up a few more.

And I've strapped on the blinders, stuffed rose petals in my nostrils, and have tighted the ball gag to contain the bile created by this market, our management (and some of the posters on this forum).

And I dream of pretty images in my self imposed exile. Images of billions in proven resources, and of roads eventually being blasted mile by mile towards those treasures. And of the businesses growing along the sides of those roads. And of towns growing out of the marshlands.

And I dream of wealth being unleashed.

While I snooze.

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Wake me up at $20.00.

crazydik