I Hate To Talk About Him Again…
Henry Beall Henry Beall

I Hate To Talk About Him Again…

“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

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I Suppose I Should Talk About Trump’s Company
Henry Beall Henry Beall

I Suppose I Should Talk About Trump’s Company

“The weak breeze whispers nothing

the water screams sublime.

His feet shift, teeter-totter

deep breaths, stand back, it’s time.

Toes untouch the overpass

soon he’s water-bound.

Eyes locked shut but peek to see

the view from halfway down.

A little wind, a summer sun

a river rich and regal.

A flood of fond endorphins

brings a calm that knows no equal.

You’re flying now, you see things

much more clear than from the ground.

It's all okay, or it would be

were you not now halfway down.

Thrash to break from gravity

what now could slow the drop?

All I’d give for toes to touch

the safety back at top.

But this is it, the deed is done

silence drowns the sound.

Before I leaped I should've seen

the view from halfway down.

I really should’ve thought about

the view from halfway down.

I wish I could've known about

the view from halfway down—”

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My Holdings Pt. 2, The Losers
Henry Beall Henry Beall

My Holdings Pt. 2, The Losers

“This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. Peace.”

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A Review of My Holdings Pt. 1, Also Diversification
Henry Beall Henry Beall

A Review of My Holdings Pt. 1, Also Diversification

"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind."

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TikTok, BYE BYE
Henry Beall Henry Beall

TikTok, BYE BYE

“These, are not my teardrops daughter dear

but the sheen of dew, that lingers here past other fields,

Where other fathers lie who kept their daughters, better far than I”

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I AM THE NAPOLEON OF MY TIME-Block Wins
Henry Beall Henry Beall

I AM THE NAPOLEON OF MY TIME-Block Wins

“Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,

Last eve in Beauty’s circle proudly gay,

The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife,

The morn the marshalling in arms,—the day

Battle’s magnificently-stern array!

The thunder-clouds close o’er it, which when rent

The earth is covered thick with other clay

Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,

Rider and horse,—friend, foe,—in one red burial blent!”

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Superinvestors, What Are They Buying?
Henry Beall Henry Beall

Superinvestors, What Are They Buying?

“I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide.”

Painting by Paul Lasaine

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DISNEY GOES BONKERS
Henry Beall Henry Beall

DISNEY GOES BONKERS

"All men can see the tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved."

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