Very severe sentence of CPG I had a dream last night. that the senior staff at CPG hugged me while my sorrows for my losses do not subside.
What happened I ask. Who did I become in the face of those who ran the company.Read on and you will see who I became because of them.
Also where are all the analysts that encouraged the purchase of CPG at $14?
I cry and stutter in response to even lower prices than ever imagined , akin to being raped and sodomized by those who devilishly dealt me this bad hand.
My trust has turned me into a sex maniac, I secretly wish I could now rape them with a broom closet next to one of those growth rigs.
I wish I could feed on discounted catfood to those thieves who conned me and the analysts who lick the expensive undersoles of their oily shoes, liking the oil they have elsewhere in their orifices speaking with their oiled tongue to satisfy their perverted ambition to not be honest but greedy instead grinning like the devil inside..
Here is my declaration - I sentence them to hard labour, emptying those blue plastic toilets until the age of 77 and then they get to live in camps eating coskroaches and serpents.